Master of Strange Dao

He held the red pen, pondered for a moment, then with a sweeping stroke, two characters, bold and elegantly flowing, appeared above the gate.

Simple and brutal, yet perfectly fitting for the occasion.

Ghost Gate.

The two blood-streaked characters sizzled, burning themselves onto the gate header.

The characters, though distinctive as always, contained an odd awkwardness with a slight touch of aloofness, yet at this moment, they seemed to possess an inexplicable sense of perfect harmony.

Yu Ziqing stepped back a bit, satisfied with the words he inscribed.

It's not that he was untalented, but he just had not found the right place before.

If it were Yang, even if pushed to the brink, he couldn't have written such fitting characters.

As the two characters were completed, a trace of blood spread from the characters, following crack-like patterns, filling all the crevices.

Then those cracks slowly began to vanish.

At this moment, in the depths of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, violent ripples surfaced.

A part of the newly awakened consciousness sensed the Dao being seized, noticing that the most crucial of his layout had been taken, he couldn't stay calm any longer and acted recklessly.

In the depths of the black mud sea, immense objects surged, and the intent had already descended as fast as sensing.

On the Ghost Gate, from the cracked gaps, a black mud-like power leaked out, clashing with the blood color, preventing it from filling the cracks and solidifying the gate.

Yu Ziqing stood motionless on the Black Land, tilting his head in slight confusion, glancing up at the Ghost Gate.

No need to ask who it was; at this point, there was no one else who could sense the change here and respond remotely to obstruct it.

But...

"Weren't you supposed to be asleep? Not acting anymore?"

Before the other could reply, Yu Ziqing's expression darkened, and his form slowly floated upward.

"Who gave you the courage to run wild on my territory?"

Yu Ziqing stood high in the air, his Yang God out-of-body, instantly transforming into a huge hungry ghost with eyes burning with blood flame.

The hungry ghost held the Stele of Earth Deity Origin in its left hand, and as it touched down, a path full of ominous and eerie aura appeared underfoot, stretching into the void.

Yu Ziqing lifted one hand, and the Dadui Jade Seal materialized in his palm.

In an instant, the national fortune of Dadui surged forward like a well-fed dog brimming with energy, eager to be unleashed.

The Dadui national fortune awaited Yu Ziqing's command like a festival.

Especially when big moves were on the horizon, it was like celebrating New Year, with multiple months of bonuses rolling in.

Just waiting for the honorable Dadui Emperor to strike decisively.

This time, Yu Ziqing hadn't even initiated the Dao, the Earth Deity Origin hadn't even had the chance to act.

The Dadui national fortune charged like a mad dog, not to mention, this place was Yu Ziqing's complete dominion after constructing the Dao Court.

A domain rivaling any realm.

Yu Ziqing held the red pen, and the Dadui national fortune roared in, and the power of the Divine Dynasty surged forward, unstoppable like an avalanche.

Yu Ziqing's aura rose rapidly, imposing and majestic; he gripped the red pen, as if holding the truth itself.

Golden threads spread across the red pen, an ancient "Dui" character emerged on the pen.

With a mighty stroke, Yu Ziqing launched golden-red characters, crashing onto two pillars tainted with black mud.

"Heaven-made sins may be avoided; self-made sins cannot be escaped."

Each word hammered into the muck, sizzling like a branding iron, slowly sinking three inches into the pillars.

The blood color spread from the characters, relentlessly driving back the mud, filling the cracked gaps.

The roar echoed from within the fissures, as if from a distant horizon.

But no matter how impotently furious it was, it was all in vain.

The little blacks willingly pledged allegiance, cooperating eagerly, the food placed right by the mouth; all Yu Ziqing had to do was open his mouth.

Here, after all, was his absolute dominion.

To think that an incomplete, formless Deity wanted to act arrogantly here was sheer folly.

This Dao was seized, unshakably established, and no one could do anything about it.

...

In the void, the Cliff Divine King's poise faltered, aghast and furious upon sensing the Dao being seized.

A colossal giant's shadow appeared in the void.

Above the deep sea, clouds swirled densely, black clouds like an Evil Dragon, thunder roaring, a terrifying aura seemed to be awakening.

In an unknown corner, the Seven Yin King hesitated, debating whether to offer any response.

In the darkness beneath the Mountain Abyss, walking upside down on this "great lid," the Mountain Lord paused.

His face darkened, cursing aloud.

"Damn scoundrel, thinking of stirring trouble again?"

With his angry exclamation, in the darkness, a giant tiger under the Greedy Devil King's foot also roared angrily.

The shrill screams of the Greedy Devil King couldn't mask the tiger's roar.

The Mountain Lord quietly sensed, his anger dissipating, and a peculiar sly smile appeared on his face.

"Hahaha..."

"So that's why everyone's in a panic, turned out the Dao was snatched, and a complete defeat at that."

The Mountain Lord stepped forward, preparing to leave, to enforce order.

But then, he stopped.

He sensed something different.

In the Dazhen palace city, Emperor Zhen emerged from the underground palace, eyes flashing with Thunder Light.

He soared into the sky, surrounded by swirling electric light, a wisp of annihilating energy hovered at the tip of the lightning, holding the Dazhen Jade Seal, standing solemnly in mid-air.