Master of Strange Dao

Those resentful spirits are all the wrongfully dead buried here.

The next day, the Fierce Ghost possessed the person transporting corpses, smoothly entering the city.

At midnight, in the wealthy household, screams were heard repeatedly, and flames began to rise.

The doors were tightly locked, and not a single person escaped.

Yu Ziqing watched the Fierce Ghost slaughter, seeking revenge, seeing the wealthy lord torn to shreds, his expression unchanged, without any sense of satisfaction from great vengeance achieved, he merely thought that such things shouldn't exist.

At this moment, Yu Ziqing landed on the ground and suddenly felt a sense of being grounded.

He extended a hand, touched the wall, and his hand was able to feel it.

Yu Ziqing looked around, somewhat mocking.

"What do you want to say? Show me a tragedy, but make it untouchable, and now you let me touch it, do you want me to stop it?

Do you really think I would save those bastards in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, and be some kind of Holy Mother?"

A wisp of resentment gathered beside Yu Ziqing, forming a shadow.

"You want to kill me, I don't want to die, I just want you to see what I represent."

"All I see is suffering."

Yu Ziqing glanced at the shadow.

"But I think with your disposition, even if you altered rank, you wouldn't position it to the human race's suffering."

"..." The shadow fell silent.

"Let me guess, after having your Dao seized, you thought it was too easy, so you wanted to change the way you live.

Just like those bastards bound to the human race, you actively bound yourself to the human race, hijacking certain things.

Forcing others, no matter what means they use, even if they can kill you, ultimately they wouldn't dare to do it?"

"Precisely." The shadow responded curtly.

"Indeed, a creature like you, hiding in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, such a filthy drain, what high trickery could you have.

Even if I told you, if you were to position the rank to the human race's suffering, you probably wouldn't have the skill to alter it.

The only thing you can alter is binding the rank to something related to resentment."

The shadow, seen through, had no reaction.

He looked at the slaughter in the mansion.

"Aren't you going to stop it? The past indeed has already happened, but at this moment, it is indeed happening."

Yu Ziqing merely watched, saying nothing, doing nothing.

The shadow looked at the grim scene in the mansion and continued.

"The world always needs a filthy drain, always needs a muddy pit.

In the Fallen Abyss, the malice and resentment of this world are sedimented.

If there weren't such a place, your world would also fall into chaos.

What I bear is the layers of resentment, cries of injustice, roars of despair, obsessions of revenge.

There has to be a place for these things to precipitate, and I can easily bear them.

As long as there is a person, these things will never disappear.

Just like malice will never fade away.

My rank is not yet fully formed, you could take action.

But even if you did, it would be of no use, you could merely eliminate this Fierce Ghost.

The only thing you could stop is this Fierce Ghost alone.

Even if you could kill me, would you dare?

If you killed me, from then on, these resentments would have no place to settle.

The most fundamental resentment would only keep accumulating in the present world.

Revenge and slaughter would only increase, snowballing larger and larger.

If you want to stop it, then you'd have to kill everyone.

But would killing achieve anything?

I used to think I was like other Gods, but when I truly felt the shadow of death, I found myself afraid.

I was scared to death, I wished I could hide in the filthy pit and be a worm.

Later I understood, I am just a worm, just a muddy pit, everyone finds me disgusting.

But this world needs a muddy pit to maintain cleanliness elsewhere.

Do you know how heavy the world's resentment is?

When I truly saw it, even I was startled.

Your human world is the shiny, bright muddy pit on the surface.

It's because there's so much injustice, too much resentment, that leads to the existence of me, and as soon as I stepped into this world, my rank began to coagulate.

If I die, this muddy pit will lose order and could explode at any moment."

The shadow, self-abandoned, gritted its teeth, laying all cards on the table.

Just as he was speaking, the screams in the wealthy household ceased, and the Fierce Ghost flew out, heading straight to the man's house.

In the midnight blaze, the Fierce Ghost dragged the man into the courtyard, a frail boy inside, watching the Fierce Ghost in terror.

The shadow pointed and asked Yu Ziqing.

"Do you want to stop it?"

The shadow did not wait for Yu Ziqing to speak and continued.

"You might think that this man died just as he deserved, but have you seen that boy?

This Fierce Ghost is already seeing red, there's an eighty percent chance he won't spare that boy.

Should that boy also die?

If that boy doesn't die, he will harbor resentment, he will want revenge.

Someday, he will go kill that Fierce Ghost.

If the Fierce Ghost's family knew the truth, would they not also come to kill this boy?

You think revenge is right, but it also represents never-ending resentment.

There will always be forces supporting my existence.

Because you can never satisfy everyone, there will always be resentment.

My muddy pit will always have mud continuously sinking down.

Can you change it? Can you change all of this?

From the moment living beings existed, this was an eternally unsolvable problem.

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