Master of Strange Dao

No foul drains, no filthy swamp, no one comes to deal with these loathsome things.

Then the whole world is filled with filthy swamps.""

The shadow's tone grew increasingly intense, and the fierce ghost's attacks were becoming more vicious, the man's screams echoed between heaven and earth.

Yu Ziqing raised his head and looked around, where it was becoming increasingly real, and the information he could feel was increasingly abundant.

He understood that when this place completely overlapped with reality, that was when the shadow's rank would be truly established.

Now is the clash of ideologies.

He concurs, and continues to catalyze.

And all of this stems from his own heart, which he cannot alter.

He even understood, previously unable to touch anything, but when the tragedy took form, his sense of helplessness deepened, and the recognition for revenge grew stronger.

He now even genuinely agrees, the world does need a cesspit.

The shadow's shamelessness, after crossing boundaries, turns itself into this cesspit, the dirtiest and most disgusting existence, yet ironically indispensable.

Even if Yu Ziqing could, he truly wouldn't dare casually destroy the world's cesspit.

The Great Fallen Devil likens himself to maggots, just to survive.

Said rightly, shamelessness makes one invincible.

If All Gods were completely shameless, abandoning honor, abandoning all, that would be even more potent than mere human shamelessness.

In the conversation, the man died.

The fierce ghost indeed lost her sanity, eyes red with murder, intending to continue killing the youth.

A weak youth leaned against the door, staring blankly at the flying fierce ghost, as she grasped his neck and lifted him.

Yu Ziqing did not move, his expression complex as he sighed.

"Some points you make are indeed correct, a city, if filth overflows, covered in feces and urine.

Then it actually becomes more prone to breed pestilence, imposing great cost on everyone.

Thus, there must be a cesspit.

But it's not because a cesspit is needed, that it is dug.

Rather, it's for a better life, to avoid pestilence, that a cesspit is made.

You shouldn't use part of a correct ideology to encompass all one-sidedly.

I won't hinder the revenge here, but it doesn't mean I agree with all revenge and slaughter.

You wish to borrow my agreement to assist in consolidating your rank, but you're thinking too much.""

Along with Yu Ziqing's words, the youth was on the brink of suffocation.

Tears streaming down the youth's face, as he looked at the red head rope on the fierce ghost's head.

"I understand it all, I... am just scared, sister, sorry, kill me.""

The youth extended a hand, holding half a dry and hard sweet potato.

In the fierce ghost's blood-red eyes, a trace of consciousness gradually appeared, her gaze at the youth with purplish skin grew complex.

At this moment, in the Dao Court, a big-headed little black with the "Fierce" mark, stood at the Ghost Gate.

After glancing back at other little blacks, he resolutely stepped forward, exiting the Ghost Gate.

Beneath Yu Ziqing, the White Bone Divine Bridge appeared, a big-headed little black, with head held high, took large steps, descending from the White Bone Divine Bridge.

This moment, he qualified to cross the White Bone Divine Bridge.

Yu Ziqing had told them, so long as they didn't step out of the Ghost Gate, no one could harm them.

Yet at this very moment, the little black bearing the name of fierce ghost felt everything.

Yu Ziqing had given them a way to live, now they repaid him in kind, no matter what Yu Ziqing did, they stood by him.

The shadow stared intensely at the emerging little black, power still eroded little black here.

Yu Ziqing extended a hand to rub little black's big head, somewhat surprised that little black came out to assist.

With this little black symbolizing fierce ghost present, it meant that no matter Yu Ziqing's choices or actions, the fierce ghost too would act the same.

Yu Ziqing gazed at the ugly little black, finding it increasingly pleasing to the eye, he stretched an arm to embrace little black, then looked at the shadow.

"Haven't you always wanted to know why the Seizing Dao process was so smooth?

Let me frankly tell you, it's because those who gain Dao receive more support, those who lose Dao receive little.

Because they chose me willingly, not because I coerced them into anything.

And my existence is your greatest flaw.""

Yu Ziqing's wrist shook, a flash of a razor appeared.

The shadow stood in place, ready for the slaughter, chuckling lightly, then burst into laughter.

"You acknowledge me, no matter how much you acknowledge, you can't kill me anymore.""