Master of Strange Dao

He believed that even if that human race knew there was deceit in those bastards' Memory Armor, they would definitely come to fish them out.

And he would, just like the path arranged for these bastards by the human race.

He needed to find a new anchor point, to find a new source of immortality.

No, he had already given up on the vain hope of immortality.

That was already unrealistic.

As for the gods' plan to destroy the human race, to trample them underfoot again, turning them into monkeys good only for sacrifices, he had given up on that even earlier.

Therefore, he could only choose to kidnap the human race, and kidnap more of them.

Make the cost of killing him unbearable for anyone, unbearable for the entire human race.

Then, he would no longer need to fear the death he could foresee.

He was truly afraid now, not just of one person, but of many within a race.

Back then, he thought it was no big deal that there were so many who were unafraid of death, even those who would face death as if it were a return home within the human race.

Because at that time, he couldn't understand.

Now, he finally felt what it was like to have death descending upon him, to be afraid of death.

He finally understood how terrifying those guys really were.

Only with life can there be everything else; if one dies as cleanly as Cha Wang, then nothing remains.

With this thought, the consciousness of the Great Devil awakening slowly dissipated.

This portion of his rank also gradually dissipated.

The part of consciousness that slept on the sacrificial altar as offerings had also permanently disappeared.

And the power exchanged by the offerings would propel the Great Devil to do what he wanted to do.

In the end, even the things that constructed the strange altar rapidly decayed, dissolving into the Mud Sea of the Muddied World and disappearing.

The Mud Sea of the Muddied World became unusually calm.

The Great Devil had completely disappeared.

In the instant the Great Devil vanished, those bastards in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World were the first to notice.

It was as if the absence of the Great Devil made the entire Mud Sea of the Muddied World lose its violent and gloomy aura.

Calm and uneventful, without a ripple.

The endless malice in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World seemed tired, and its corrosive power plummeted.

A group of bastards huddling together for warmth confirmed with each other with growing suspicion and confusion.

They discovered everyone could feel it; the one that was deep asleep at the deepest point was gone.

As if it evaporated in the blink of an eye, directly disappearing.

They cautiously strolled along the shores, confirming that not only the shore but even deeper areas were no different from the shore, before they carefully advanced deeper.

One bastard immediately contacted Little Black, informing Little Black of the strange change here.

The other bastards also contacted their known associates, who had already left, to tell them about the situation here.

After venturing a certain distance, they dared not proceed further.

A fellow at the very end felt very uneasy about this change.

The Fallen Abyss had grown increasingly violent over the years, the tempest ever wilder, who knows if this calm was just the calm before a storm, thus he gritted his teeth and said.

"I'll go have a look, but next, I'm going to be at the very front."

The group of bastards discussed it for a moment and found it quite reasonable; the person willing to risk his life just wanted to jump ahead, which was very reasonable.

The last one now took up the alias of No.5 and headed straight for the depths of the Mud of the Muddied World.

He proceeded very smoothly without encountering any obstacles, the malice there only slightly stronger but far less violent than before, something he could still bear.

Proceeding all the way to the deepest point where the Great Devil once lay asleep, No.5 could feel nothing.

He roamed and searched the area carefully but sensed nothing, the being was indeed completely gone.

No.5 returned without saying a word, directly sharing the Memory Armor and the sensing.

This time, everyone confirmed thoroughly that the one who had been sleeping had indeed suddenly disappeared.

It wasn't death; certainly, it wasn't annihilation either.

They all died, yet that being would not obliterate in the Fallen Abyss.

The erstwhile All Gods might have used some method, or other gods might have had some method, to rescue it.

...

Yu Ziqing was in closed cultivation within the palace city, wanting to properly comprehend the gains.

That red pen, even after returning, still maintained its ornate appearance, floating before Yu Ziqing.

This item was forcefully given to him back then by An History Book.

All along, the red pen seemed to have no special functions besides being able to write in An History Book.

Now, it seemed to have gained spiritual wisdom.

Yu Ziqing then knew, the red pen and An History Book were certainly not two distinct items, but one.

The red pen, having played dead for so long, now didn't even bother acting, floating back and forth as if it were about to scribble some words on itself.

"I actually have spiritual wisdom now."

With the same caliber of acting inherited from An History Book, Yu Ziqing wasn't blind, of course he was certain that this red pen was An History Book.

Damn it, no wonder An History Book could lay quietly on Jinlan Mountain, quietly serving as a dungeon entrance, seemingly not very demanding to follow Yu Ziqing.

Turns out this sly thing had already allocated a part to follow him from the start.

In the beginning, the clumsy acting surely had a major issue, likely to lull him into lowering his guard.

Look, everyone here are scoundrels, each and every one of them.

In the massive Dadui, it's almost impossible to find a sincere person, now not even a sincere Magical Treasure can be found.

Suddenly, Yu Ziqing opened his eyes, sensing the shattering of the Jade Scroll; it was Che Lun, along with Little Black and others, all calling out to him.

Even Wang Zixuan was asking him to call back.

Did something significant happen?

Yu Ziqing furrowed his brow, took a step forward, and vanished from the palace city.

The red pen floating there suddenly halted, seemingly incredulous that Yu Ziqing had truly left it behind just like that.

The red pen spun in place, its tip twirling, drawing a circle in mid-air, transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the circle.