Master of Strange Dao

Looking at the thing in his hand, Wang Zixuan gritted his teeth and spoke.

"This is actually a part of his rank, or more accurately, a part of it after his return.

He sank into the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, forcibly altering his rank using that place's power.

With the passage of time and his previous arrangements, he has actually already succeeded.

You also know that in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, I and those bastards must rely on Memory Armor to protect our existence.

And even borrow the contents from each other's Memory Armor to fill their own gaps, mutually anchoring our existence.

I accidentally learned these things.

So, I'm definitely going to be dealt with.

Drowning in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, being obliterated within it, is the end I've always been destined for."

Yu Ziqing picked up the teacup, took a sip, and sighed lightly.

"It relates to ghosts, and also to resentment, right?"

"The rank he twisted and altered is indeed related to ghosts, but whether it connects to resentment, I'm not sure. What I can confirm is ghosts have a close connection with resentment."

Yu Ziqing sensed the low resentment within the small temple, which had been silently dispersing over these days.

At least it seemed to be dispersing naturally.

Yet, it was secretly siphoned away through a channel imperceptible to us.

"Continue speaking."

Outside the temple, amidst the noisy cheers, there was a fleeting unique rhythm, making Wang Zixuan feel somewhat uneasy.

"The information I know, along with the bits accidentally learned from that person.

In ancient times, there were no such things as ghosts.

When living beings died, they simply died, even the corpses left behind would return to the earth with time.

When I appeared, the rules were already set.

Soul returns to the sky, body returns to the earth.

This rule encompasses all living beings, all deities.

Everything's ultimate resting place, is to return to the earth itself.

Through these rules, the earth has remained.

Until a war transpired, the war between the Ancient Gods and All Gods.

Everything changed, the All Gods stood towering above, holding the authority over the earth.

The All Gods took control, determining that the soul of living beings wouldn't necessarily return to the sky nor their body to the earth after death.

What transpired in between, it's too long ago, so I'm not too sure.

I only know when the Hundred Clans began rebelling against the Gods, igniting wars, things shifted.

One day, a particularly extraordinary individual.

His lifespan exhausted, yet he freed himself from the God's control. And his soul didn't return to the sky, his body didn't return to earth.

He became a dead man, and from then on, nothing could restrict him but time.

Moreover, he turned into an uncontrollable dead man, but upon complete obliteration, he permanently took away one of the gods.

This matter has always been a taboo, unknown even by name, and has never been shared.

This event happened long before the well-known issue of the dead carrying away the gods.

I only discovered these secrets when that person was sleeping.

And since that moment, the one slumbering began preparations.

From then on, when beings died, their souls might not return to the sky, but could transform into ghosts, continuing existence.

It's entirely unlike now, when I, Che Lun, and the others know it was ghosts first, much later then came the dead.

Instead, it was first the dead, and much later came the ghosts.

This change in sequence altered everything.

I took away all existence bearing the name of ghosts; they were themselves tribe names.

They were all resources when that one awakened and returned.

I can be sure that this merely delays his return, without stopping him.

Because, since long ago, he's been tied with ghosts all along.

No one can kill him, there's no way to kill him."

Wang Zixuan's tone was heavy, pointing at those little blacks squatting on the railing.

"Unless every ghost they represent is completely obliterated.

From then on, no more ghosts exist.

Otherwise, that one cannot be truly extinguished.

If we want no more ghosts to appear..."

"It means the fundamental method, from then on, there'll be no living beings on this earth." Yu Ziqing continued.

Yu Ziqing thought back to the days he forcibly renamed the Evil Ghost.

He glanced at the bridge Wang Zixuan held, noting a small missing part on the bridge.

"Hence, when the Evil Ghost was renamed, it had such a significant impact.

This bridge had a gap.

Even the one slumbering reacted strongly to it, didn't he?"

"Indeed, at that time, he was truly slumbering."

Yu Ziqing calculated the time.

It shouldn't be wrong; the time they started stirring matters must have commenced when those bastards in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World started recovering a few memories.

Now hearing Wang Zixuan speak, Yu Ziqing feels things are getting complicated.

Yu Ziqing drew out those bastards in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, granting them new True Forms, new paths to promotion, tightly binding them to humans, wetting their mutual benefit.

He is most aware that this binding is the most troublesome.

Yet, the one who slumbers within the Mud Sea of the Muddied World executed it more thoroughly.

He's using a form of abduction.

No cost, yet he abducted all ghosts.

Each little black on the bridge isn't an individual, but a materialization of a tribe name, carrying the concept of a type of ghost.

Concepts are the most vexing.

Just those little blacks are troublesome enough, I fear the slumbering one will pose even more trouble.

Yu Ziqing now understands the Mountain Lord's sentiments more and more.

"Can I sense it a bit?"

Yu Ziqing gestured to the bridge Wang Zixuan held.

Without hesitation, Wang Zixuan handed the bridge to Yu Ziqing.

He had given up completely, feeling incapable of confronting the slumbering one.

Now hearing of that one already awakened, Wang Zixuan would seize any chance to deal with it, even if it's merely suppression, he dares to act.

Yu Ziqing held the long bridge, and upon contact, a vast and chaotic stream of information surged in his mind.