Master of Strange Dao

"Hey, young master has sent a message.

In more than twenty days, the demons might launch a full-scale attack.

But those demons are cunning, they may not strike at that time, be careful.

Don't suffer too great a loss, and also, release some appropriately.

The entire West Desolate Army of Dali has assembled, and they've even brought in some people from elsewhere.

You're hoarding the benefits, you're offending people.

Besides, there are plenty of demons, no need to gorge now and not have room for the main course later.

The young master said there might be seven or eight Ninth Tier Great Devils acting this time, can you handle it?"

"I understand." When the Big Ghost heard it was Yu Ziqing's order, his expression immediately turned serious, and he swiftly agreed.

Cece rolled her eyes, she had come to persuade once already.

But this Big Ghost just wouldn't listen, and those hungry ghosts seemed to have gone mad.

Although no one on the West Desolate Army's side said anything, they worked tirelessly every day without rest, with high morale.

How was that different from direct protest?

Whether it's soldiers or the generals, they all need military merits.

Cece was just about to leave when the Deceitful Ghost sidled up like a fly, rubbing his hands and ingratiatingly said,

"Cece girl, I have something to tell you.

Regarding the demon invaders, those guys, the flavor is mediocre, but they'll fill you up, and there are many things that even hungry ghosts won't touch.

Could you prepare some Magical Treasure?

All those materials, gather them up, and that demon blood, it's pooled into a river.

Such waste, how much money is lost?

I've asked before, a lot of the materials from demon bodies are very useful. Though the low-tier demons aren't valuable, the quantity is high.

And that demon blood, it's top-grade material.

Since we've been guarding here, the demon materials on the market have become increasingly scarce, and prices have skyrocketed.

Demon blood, as a consumable, is almost nonexistent, causing the prices of other things to rise too.

You see..."

Cece's face darkened, so much like her young master.

She waved her hand, and numerous Storage Magical Treasures stored in the Despair Abyss were thrown out.

From storage bags to gourds for liquids, barrels, you name it.

Along with that, there were several books guiding how to handle demons, which materials were useful, which ones were valuable.

"Given by the young master."

The Deceitful Ghost glanced at the book and was overjoyed.

"Young master is wise, without this book, many things would have been wasted as trash."

Cece sighed, turned around, and left.

Quickly connect with the West Desolate Army and let them be prepared.

As the external contact, in Yu Ziqing's absence, she was the one making the decisions, utterly exhausting.

Unlike Yu Ziqing, who could command the hungry ghosts' silence, they wouldn't stop for her.

Her words usually worked fine, but when those hungry ghosts got bloodthirsty, what she said was useless.

Flying out of the Abyssal Rift, she arrived at the West Desolate Army camp and immediately greeted the Western Desolation General.

"General, I'm afraid it's time for your soldiers to fight hard."

"Have the demons launched a massive attack?" The Western Desolation General's eyes lit up.

Cece thought about what she had just seen, a battlefield that stretched for hundreds of miles, with tens of millions of hungry ghosts deployed, and presumably not much fewer demons.

This already seemed like a massive attack, didn't it?

"Yes, it's a massive attack, and my young master has sent word that within a month, the demons will launch a truly massive attack, so I ask the general to be prepared and now also ask the general to lend a hand."

"A truly massive attack..." The Western Desolation General didn't quite understand what it meant.

Seeing Cece's smile, he suddenly understood.

Qing Ziyu was indeed a skilled manager, sending them military merits.

The Western Desolation General cupped his hands in thanks, burst into laughter, and shouted,

"Sound the drums!"

War drums thundered through the camp, like a series of peals.

In an instant, within the camp, the Evil Qi boiled, and the soldiers, who were almost sick from being pent up, rushed out of their tents, gathering rapidly.

At the same time, in the Abyss, all the hungry ghosts that had eaten to their fill from within the Great Ghost General's Hungry Ghost Banner were completely reeled back inside.

The millions of hungry ghosts originally at the Abyssal Rift began to slowly retreat.

On the stretched battlefield, gaps appeared, allowing the demons, like a tide, to surge into the Abyssal Rift.

Let a portion through, then continue to narrow the gaps, controlling the number of demons.

He waited quite a few days; he didn't see any Ninth Tier Great Devil act yet, but he was waiting to feast on a Ninth Tier Great Devil.

However, since several Ninth Tier Great Devils might appear, he slowly withdrew, commanding the hungry ghosts to retreat near the Abyssal Rift, ready to retreat should anything arise.

...

In the empty great hall of the Daqian Palace City.

Emperor Qian sat there alone.

In the center of the great hall, strands of light halo gathered into a massive three-dimensional compass.

That at least hundreds-layered three-dimensional light halo compass turned continually, and Emperor Qian took out a jade scroll to take a look.

He shook his head somewhat regrettably.

"It's indeed not the time. The Earth Devil Venerate is indeed a huge trouble.

If Dadui returns now, the Disaster Qi will be too strong.

To open the Tenth Tier path is ominous.

Forget it, waited for so long, another few hundred years doesn't matter.

The ancestors once said, the Dadui Sealing Skill is the great inauspiciousness, and that's more than just a great inauspiciousness.

It's a disaster that drags the human race to the grave together.

Since ancient times, there have been no newly emerged Tenth Tier among humans.

Truly harmful."

Emperor Qian shook his head and turned to leave this great hall.

The great hall gates closed with a thunderous sound, and the entire great hall continued to collapse into strands of light, sinking underground.

However, Emperor Qian didn't see that after he left.

Within the extremely complex light halo compass, what manifested represented the Disaster Qi slowly dissipating, and the Auspicious Qi began to emerge.

Then everything started to become hazy, as if nothing could be seen clearly anymore.

Only chaos remained.

What that represented was unknown.

...

The whole world seemed to have suddenly become much more stable recently.

Natural disasters became fewer, the weather favorable, and many cultivators found their cultivation seemed much smoother.

Inside the Langya Institute, the recent atmosphere had also improved a lot.

Cheng Jing received backing from a great figure, starting reforms from small areas, and the progress was fairly smooth.

Today, they officially began to categorize and reorganize the Langya Bookstore, reclassifying everything; anything unsuitable for public view was all stored away.

Items previously accessible to the level of the dean began to be carefully selected, and some banned books were sealed off.

Seven days later, as night fell, a small flame appeared and within one or two breaths set ablaze a library.

Fierce flames shot upward, waves of intense heat spreading rapidly around.

The guardians of Langya Institute reacted quickly, but could only stop the spread of the fire to surrounding areas.

Cheng Jing appeared in mid-air at the first moment, face dark as he watched the burning tall building.

"Lock down all areas immediately, everyone, no matter what they are doing, stay where you are, or face the threat of death."

Frosty Cold Qi slowly descended from the skies, yet as soon as it touched the flames atop the building, they surged violently, tongues of fire swept up with rolling black smoke appearing abruptly.

Cheng Jing sniffed gently, eyes filled with a murderous glint.

"Dragon Whale Oil and Heavenly Fire..."

Someone intentionally set the fire to prevent a quick extinguishment.

Waves of tunneling light arrived, each dean looking displeased.

"What was stored in this library?"

Seeing Cheng Jing's question, two deans' faces immediately turned unsightly.

"For these days, we've been re-categorizing, but we don't yet have a specific complete catalog of what was in this library..."

Hearing this, Cheng Jing's face sank.

"Pause at once, bring out all the catalogs, check one by one, even if it takes ten years, we must find out what exactly was destroyed!"