Master of Strange Dao

The Cliff Divine King has a plan, but the Great Devil feels that the Cliff Divine King is far inferior to Cha Wang, and he doesn't want to follow the Cliff Divine King's plan.

In human terms, Cha Wang is the epitome of insidiousness and malice. Unfortunately, Cha Wang died too miserably; he didn't have time to achieve anything and died in confusion.

The Great Devil wants to find a way out for himself, merely standing on his own perspective, not from the standpoint of All Gods.

The death of Cha Wang, he was Seized Dao, everything has become increasingly clear.

In the past, everyone was united, but no matter how united, it was just a significant disadvantage, not a complete failure.

Now everything has changed.

The philosophies of All Gods, the persistence of All Gods, have begun to crumble.

The Great Devil begins to understand why he doesn't have the original feeling when he thinks of the Seven Yin King now.

Because he is already walking the path Seven Yin walked.

Luckily, he doesn't have any sense of shame, he only feels he's found a path to survive.

His consciousness hides among the waves of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, observing those bastards sinking within.

Once, these bastards at their peak were mere cannon fodder in his eyes, never worthy of a glance.

Now, his path to survival is related to these bastards.

His previous arrangements for return have now become the most crucial link.

His consciousness roams among the bastards, spying on their Memory Armor.

In the continuation of arrangements, he begins to let go of deep-seated arrogance, transforming from a God who never gave a sideways glance, nose in the air with contempt, into a shameless voyeur, delving into everything within the Memory Armor.

Peering into the memories of these bastards, further probing their exchanges with Che Lun and others, the interactions with Yu Ziqing, and their mutual exchanges.

Everything within the Memory Armor is under his gaze.

Gradually, the Great Devil becomes enlightened.

Having shed arrogance and embraced shamelessness, he discovers that everything has room for redemption.

The sense of fear slightly dissipates everything.

He also understands why he feels such fear; he saw it and felt it within these bastards' memories.

Because he previously wouldn't die, it is only after seeing death beckoning that he becomes even more fearful than these bastards.

Because he doesn't concern himself with time, and over a sufficiently long time scale, the fact that he will eventually die has become inevitable.

And because he doesn't care about time, death seems already close at hand, arriving in the next moment.

Originally, All Gods can also fear, and their fear is even more intense than that of ordinary living beings and ordinary deities.

Realizing oneself is particularly difficult, and the Great Devil has now recognized himself, which is why he found the path.

He also discovered the seeds of misfortune planted by his previous carelessness and arrogance.

Within the Memory Armor of these bastards, he has stuffed too many memories; for some individual bastards, his memories almost occupy half of the Memory Armor.

This is too obvious, and somewhat recklessly fearless.

And the human who salvages these bastards has seen the Memory Armor of these bastards too many times.

Presumably, they have long discovered the problem.

No, they must have discovered the problem.

This time being Seized Dao must be related to this matter.

Things taken away by degenerates, fallen into the hands of the Seizing Dao, everything is certainly connected.

The people of Jinlan Mountain, hungry ghosts, Dadui, Seizing Dao, degenerates, etc...

The Great Devil's consciousness begins to scatter, connecting to each bastard's Memory Armor here.

Then, in the deepest part of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, strange things begin to consolidate.

Those filled with evil and filth consolidate and converge, like rotting meat submerged in the mud, about to completely decompose and dissolve.

These things gather bit by bit with the waves, eventually forming a strange sacrificial altar sinking in the deepest part of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World.

A sacrificial altar.

In the most ancient times, the Hundred Clans controlled the sacrificial altar, its original source being All Gods.

Otherwise, could the initially uncivilized Hundred Clans have created the sacrificial altar themselves?

It's a pity that no one knows or remembers this anymore.

Because All Gods themselves have long ceased to personally arrange the sacrificial altar or preside over it.

Their role has always been to accept the offerings of All Gods.

Rather than standing on the altar, head held high, performing the sacrifice.

Seeing the altar take shape, the Great Devil unhesitatingly places the part of his consciousness that has not yet awakened as an offering on the altar.

He is both the role of sacrificial and the role of acceptance.

Offering part of himself to himself.

This is his means of gambling his life.

A formless oppression appears, black flames suddenly ignite, enveloping the unawakened part of the Great Devil's consciousness directly within.

With the complete sacrifice of that sleeping part of consciousness, the rank of the Great Devil begins to change.

The awakened part of his consciousness is as if burned, slowly dissipating.

Those forces, as before, integrate into the Memory Armor of those bastards.