Master of Strange Dao

The slightly larger than a palm-sized Long Bridge, was thrown out by Yu Ziqing, and it didn't fly over the White Bone Divine Bridge but flew under it into the Dao Court, heading all the way northward.

When that Long Bridge flew all the way, it expanded suddenly when it landed at the northernmost edge of the Black Land in the north, connected with the northern part of the Black Land.

The Long Bridge stretched out all the way, extending into the northern Void.

The place where the Long Bridge was connected to the Black Land became integrated as one, and the big-headed little black ones squatting on the railing, one after another, jumped down.

They lined up into two columns, even those little black ones with innate mischievous expressions, with strange smiles, were forcing their faces into solemn expressions, and they together made a great ceremonial bow of the human race, offering long obeisance.

No matter why Yu Ziqing did this, at this moment, it was to save them.

At the very moment when the Long Bridge connected to the Black Land, they knew they no longer had to worry about being devoured and disappearing completely as nourishment.

This was a reversal of the overwhelming force and destiny that was set from the beginning and was difficult to resist.

Just for this alone, it's a kindness they can never repay.

Because every little black one wasn't just a person, each one represented a clan name.

If they disappeared, the type of ghost they represented would also fall into a place of utter doom.

To put it nicely, they'd become an outright vassal, or a part of that sleeping one.

To put it bluntly, from then on, they'd become like insects, without even the qualification to step onto the Dao path.

Even those ghosts like the Ghost King with some level of spiritual wisdom, walking on the Ghost Path now, would in the future all become the lowest level materials.

This was their predetermined fate.

And the most tragic part of this fate is, that sleeping one might not even look at those ghosts and would drown you in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World if your cries were too piercing.

But now, the Long Bridge has fallen into the Dao Court, providing all the little black ones with an extra choice beyond the only dead end.

So, it wasn't Yu Ziqing who actively brought the Long Bridge into the Dao Court, nor did the Dao Court actively integrate the Long Bridge.

Instead, it was the little black ones who actively invested themselves into the Dao Court.

The little black ones remained in long obeisance, not getting up, waiting for Yu Ziqing to speak.

Yu Ziqing did not speak, so the little black ones shifted from their great ceremonial bow to kneeling on the ground, waiting for Yu Ziqing to speak.

"Have you made up your minds?

If you completely integrate, there will be no way back.

If one day, I unfortunately fall, and the Dao Court collapses...

The results you might face, I'm not sure either."

The little black ones prostrated themselves, showing their resolve.

They didn't speak, but their intense intentions were like a shout.

Following Wang Zixuan was merely escaping and buying time.

But now, this was their only chance to resist, whether they fall or become obliterated or face doom.

At least it was not a dead end visible from the start.

They were willing to gamble everything and were willing to follow, no matter the outcome, they were willing to accept.

Yu Ziqing nodded.

"Alright, as you wish."

With Yu Ziqing's nod, the big-headed little black ones happily rose, each taking a small piece from the railing they squatted on.

Then together they came down from the Long Bridge, stepping onto the Black Land.

Each of them, piled up their pieces together.

Outside the Long Bridge, many fragments were stacked into a structure resembling a two-pillared gateway like the Lingxing Gate.

Upon successful stacking, the Lingxing Gate continuously expanded, covered with ice-cracked patterns as if about to shatter at any moment.

Above the gate was a blank space, waiting for inscriptions.

The little black ones stood under the gate, heads held high, expecting Yu Ziqing to complete the last part.

Yu Ziqing felt the change in the Dao Court's divine aura, suddenly feeling a bit dazed.

It's like...

It's like this counts as Seizing Dao.

Not sure if the real Seizing Dao feels like this, or if it's this strange.

However, the changes in divine aura do not lie, Yu Ziqing felt this really might count as Seizing Dao.

Only, this wasn't Yu Ziqing wielding a knife, forcibly grabbing other's flesh and stuffing it into his own mouth.

This part being seized was cooked well and fed to Yu Ziqing's mouth.

If Yu Ziqing requested thrice and declined thrice, it would be too pretentious.

Yu Ziqing stepped forth onto the White Bone Divine Bridge, and all the way into the Dao Court, reaching the northernmost part of the Black Land.

He hovered before the structure resembling a gatehouse, extending a hand, pondering what inscription to write.

Finally looked at his own hand, feeling a sense of procedural incompleteness without using a pen.

Searched his stock, surprisingly couldn't find a single big pen.

No wonder Yang always said he wrote hideously, not only that, he didn't take practice seriously.

Not even preparing tools now...

Although Yu Ziqing felt he was just used to the old Chinese characters, adapting to a new language proved difficult, and habitually he'd write them the Chinese way.

Which led Yang to always feel his writing had an indescribable awkwardness.

In simple terms, ugly.

Yu Ziqing searched around, and finally found only a red pen.

The red pen from An History Book.

And it was just the most suitable big pen.

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