Master of Strange Dao

Above the Dali Palace city, fire clouds appeared, and that vast expanse of flame gathered into a giant bird, gazing towards the east.

Even in the Void, in that place where the ancient god had fallen that no one could sense, the secluded Old Emperor Qian also opened his eyes.

His gaze looked towards the Void, sensing that his cultivated Daqian Dynasty Skill was stirring.

His Daqian Dynasty Skill was conveying some information to him, some which had long been obliterated by time.

This is, someone of the human race is seizing Dao, seizing the Dao of all Gods.

Old Emperor Qian gazed into the Void, with a hint of a sneer on his face.

He didn't know who was seizing Dao, but it didn't matter.

At this moment, no matter who it was, he was willing to lend a hand.

He formed a Seal with his hand, sitting cross-legged, the divine charm converging, transforming into a lotus flower, slowly blooming.

In the twisted sky of the deep sea, a point of Divine Light suddenly appeared, piercing through the leaden clouds.

An ancient character for "Qian" suddenly emerged.

Following it, the leaden clouds continued to be pierced, with ancient characters emerging one by one.

Zhen, Li, Dui.

The Gen represented by the Mountain Lord, however, did not appear for a long time, but within just a few breaths, the leaden clouds were torn open by force, like torn cloth, into a gigantic crack stretching for thousands of miles.

A tiger's paw extended from within the leaden clouds, forcibly tearing it open.

A massive tiger head emerged from within the leaden clouds, its eyes filled with arrogance and tyranny, gazing down at the twisted and strange deep sea below.

"Do you want to bet if I dare to overturn the table?"

Silence, is tonight's Cambridge...

The strange beings of the deep sea huddled in their own lairs, not daring to move an inch.

The giant vortex deep within the sea also continued to silently rotate.

Everything was so quiet.

In the unknown Void, the hesitating Seven Yin King murmured to himself for reassurance.

"After all, there's no turning back, it's unstoppable now, why waste the effort..."

He wrapped his lair around himself like a quilt and quietly moved to a more distant and deeper part of the Void.

The Cliff Divine King stood up again, stood there quietly, knowing there was nothing that could be done, it was already unstoppable.

Much time later, another seizing of Dao occurred.

This time it was much simpler and smoother than when Shi first seized Dao, much quicker too.

And just as this standoff continued, a dragon's roar came from the west of the deep sea, piercing the clouds and sun, directly penetrating through to the deep sea.

A massive Black Dragon's shadow, stretching thousands of miles, appeared above the Immovable Continent.

The True Dragon's might spread across the world.

This signified that the True Dragon had truly been born.

The thick leaden clouds above the deep sea also began to slowly dissipate.

Because, it was too fast, everything happened too fast, it was already impossible to stop it, the seizing of Dao was almost completed.

No one understood why, why it ended so quickly, it was simply incredible.

Back then, when Shi, someone so deeply scheming, seized Dao from the Cliff Divine King, he dug pits and waited for others to fall in, yet it took a great effort to succeed.

The only explanation they could think of was that the guy in the Fallen Abyss was simply too useless.

It was as if someone had been forcibly pinned to the ground and had an arm chopped off, the hand rose, the knife fell, and it was over.

Neither side's supporters expected it to be like this.

In the north of the Dao Court, Yu Ziqing stood in the air, just watching silently, watching the blood-red light, as it pierced through the crack, like a spear through mud.

The cracks on that Ghost Gate disappeared at a visible speed.

When the last crack vanished, all the mud disappeared as well, and the connection to that place was completely severed.

The massive gate stood whole and complete on the Black Land, as if it had always been there from the start.

The Little Blacks weren't so tense anymore, they were somewhat excited, continuously bowing down, frantically celebrating victory.

Yu Ziqing stood there quietly, comprehending, feeling what he sensed from the other side at that moment of connection.

He didn't have the time for verbal sparring with the other side.

This time sensing, he captured many things he couldn't sense before, which was a huge gain.

As for successfully seizing Dao, it wasn't surprising to Yu Ziqing.

All the conditions had been set up beforehand, the food was at the mouth, it was an absolute home ground advantage.

Of course, that's not the most important thing.

Yu Ziqing looked at that naturally formed gap on the Long Bridge.

That was the most important.

The fatal flaw had existed from the beginning, even without successfully seizing Dao, Yu Ziqing could have used that flaw.

Because he and the hungry ghost he represented were that fatal flaw themselves.

Even if the Long Bridge and the Little Blacks were devoured by that being in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, for Yu Ziqing, on that being, on his rank, there would forever be a flaw that only Yu Ziqing could exploit, completely unpreventable.

In Yu Ziqing's eyes, his defense was already broken, and that was the key to unstoppable progress.

Yu Ziqing looked at those jubilant little Black heads; now looking at them, they seemed more pleasant to the eye, their ugliness quite endearing.

Yu Ziqing chuckled and said,

"Rest assured and stay, since I've kept you, I will make sure it is thorough; now you no longer need to worry about being devoured and turned into nourishment to complete his rank."

Yu Ziqing did not disturb the Little Blacks' celebration, turning away and leaving.

As for the gains, he would comprehend them slowly later.

He walked out of the White Bone Divine Bridge, gazing beyond the horizon, bowing in several directions.

No matter what, they helped on the stage.

...

The Mud Sea of the Muddied World seemed to be boiling, those bastards were hiding by the sea, huddling together for warmth.

In the depths of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, that one's consciousness was still slowly awakening.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

Moreover, the path once set could no longer be walked.

That part of the Dao hadn't fully transformed into a new rank before it was seized.

Seized with such madness and ruthlessness.

He quickly calmed down, needing to think about how to walk his path in the future.