Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing has been staying in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World for a full three years.

From queue number five all the way to queue number twenty-three, every bastard was fished out and transformed into a memorial tablet.

Counting the previous Che Lun, Matchstick Men, and the Flower God, and the subsequent twenty-three using queue numbers as code names, there were a total of twenty-six bastards.

If Yu Ziqing only wanted to complete the Twenty-four Solar Terms, this number is already more than enough.

And as Che Lun and the others said, there used to be nearly two hundred bastards here, most of whom have already perished, and even in the past hundred years, several more have vanished.

They were lucky to be the ones who survived.

Yes, just lucky, not strong.

Because when the Mud Sea of the Muddied World whipped up storms, several who were far stronger at their peak than them have all perished.

They shiver and try to avoid, huddling together for warmth, and eventually, they waited for their luck to explode, waiting for the good man Yu Ziqing to save them.

A pile of memorial tablets lay on the table, interwoven with divine auras, entangling with each other, transforming into strands of expanding Divine Light.

Most of the fished-out bastards have already awakened, leaving only the last few to come out, still in a coma.

Yu Ziqing stood still, his aura obscure, indistinct, his Realm hasn't ascended to the Ninth Tier, yet his divine aura exudes a sense of otherworldliness, a hidden dark light in his eyes, as if innumerable things are revolving there.

Three years translate into nineteen chances to borrow power.

Some were used to deduce the Dayan Preface, even if the deduction wasn't effective, forcing it to be deduced to the 42nd Layer, one step away from the Seventh Major Realm of the Dayan Preface.

And this one step away is currently an insurmountable chasm using a sixty-point decision for borrowing power.

The most important reason is Yu Ziqing dared not judge these bastards again, fearing that he might obliterate some bastard with a full-force first strike.

Because for the last few, as he understood them more deeply, his understanding increased, which also raised the judgement score.

By the time he reached queue number twenty-three, if not for Yu Ziqing using deduction to consume most of it beforehand, the gained power could certainly surpass the Ninth Tier Peak, wearing the mystery beyond the Ninth Tier.

Even that full-force first strike, even if it wasn't a stab to the vital points, the blunt impact method almost shattered both the stunned consciousness and the Memory Armor of twenty-three.

Yu Ziqing increasingly understood the essence of judgement, whether he could slay the Deities, actually it had little to do with his power being Ninth or Tenth Tier, it depended more on his cognition and understanding.

When he truly understood the composition of these bastards' existence, wanting to shatter them wouldn't be that hard.

When he further comprehended a bastard's most fundamental part, erasing them wouldn't be difficult either.

Reading their broken Memory Armor, now rarely reaches seventy points, or higher.

To obtain a higher judgment score, Yu Ziqing must delve deeper into understanding.

And this becomes the most effective factor in raising the judgement score.

"Now that you all have been rescued, I will make arrangements for you based on your characteristics, or according to your own ideas, but for now, I think there's no need to rush."

A group of bastards temporarily housed in memorial tablets, lacking True Form, each agreed to whatever the master decided.

As long as they escaped the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, there's indeed no rush for subsequent things.

Yu Ziqing glanced back at the Mud Sea of the Muddied World one more time, the immense malice inside still spreading endlessly.

But for now, no storm was stirring, quietly resembling an oversized sewage treatment facility awaiting processing.

Yu Ziqing didn't rush to leave, he waited quietly here.

Because after fishing out all the bastards, he didn't even suppress them inside himself, but arranged them all in memorial tablets.

Even so, nothing particularly changed, the Great Fallen Devil hasn't appeared either.

Yu Ziqing surmised it might be because the last few bastards haven't awakened, so he waited.

Taking advantage of the immense malice in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World to sharpen himself, the effect is quite good.

According to Yu Ziqing's understanding, it should be similar to standing under a waterfall, practicing by bearing the impact.

When under pressure, indeed, advancements could feel a bit faster, at least now, Yu Ziqing harbors a sense of "when one first enters an abalone market, its stench is imperceptible over time."

A normal Cultivator coming here, faced with the immense malice invades, couldn't stand it for even a two-hour.

Yu Ziqing now just feels, it's like that.

After waiting a few more months, the last out, queue number twenty-three, awakened too, still nothing specific happened, and no Great Fallen Devil bubbled out. Yu Ziqing packed the memorial tablets and opened the Bridge of Fairyland to return to the city.

Yu Ziqing returned outside Jiachen City.

When he stepped off a deserted little bridge and set foot in the territory of Dadui, then, the moment he took out a pile of memorial tablets.

He saw strands of black air beginning to emerge from all the memorial tablets.

Those black airs seemed like resentment, yet more complex. They continued to converge, slowly forming a black ball mid-air.

The black ball kept condensing, from virtual to real, finally transforming into a pure black giant egg, with endless black air from all directions, gathering here from unknown origins.