Master of Strange Dao

Centered around the Yin Demon, the world within a thousand miles transformed into a surreal illusion.

The world seemed fragmented, turning into pieces that floated in the void.

Upon closer inspection, each fragment appeared to be a separate world.

Every fragment was in constant flux; halos twisted and everything visible became bizarre and strange.

Just a glance seemed to twist the senses, causing a dizzying and nauseating feeling as if the world was spinning.

The Yin Demon took the form of the Seven Yin King, hovering in midair, hands clasped together, wearing a slight smile. His mouth seemed to split his head in half, unnervingly strange.

Over a thousand miles away from Jinlan Mountain, a Big Ghost that had rushed over looked at this surreal world with a bewildered expression.

When he wanted to rush in again, the powerful figure that followed stopped him.

"Don't go in," he said, "you might make things worse if you go in."

The Big Ghost hesitated for a moment, then stopped.

He wasn't afraid of death, just afraid of making things worse.

Because he had become very aware of himself.

His power didn't come from himself, but from other hungry ghosts.

The advantage was that not only could he cultivate on his own, but he could also borrow the power of other hungry ghosts when needed, directly ascending to the Ninth Tier.

But there were downside, substantial weaknesses existed in this kind of power.

Just like before, a mere word from the Black Sky Devil Mother could overwhelm him with desires.

As the natural greatest desire of hungry ghosts was basically just appetite, which countered the devils, the Black Sky Devil Mother's power actually strengthened him. Combined with the Black Sky Devil Mother's carelessness, it enabled him to defeat her in an instant.

The current change was evidently something stronger than the Black Sky Devil Mother's abilities; he was truly afraid of rushing in recklessly and becoming a burden.

While reinforcements were on their way, they had just received Yu Ziqing's message.

Wen Lingyou glanced at the message and filled in some information, knowing in his heart that even if they knew in advance, it would probably be impossible to stop the other side.

Countless Devils burst forth from the Abyssal Rift, accompanied by several Great Devils, making the confrontation on the front lines unavoidable.

The Yin Demon lurked in the shadows, and they still hadn't found how to let stronger cultivators into the Yin Devil Domain; they simply couldn't detect the Yin Demon.

Be it the blood sacrifice or other things, nothing could be stopped.

Back then, the Langya Institute took the lead to annihilate the Black Tapir race.

Now, the only known living being capable of freely entering the Yin Devil Domain and possessing considerable strength had just vanished.

The seeds of the past became the fruits of today, truly retribution.

The Lihuo Institute had the most knowledge about the Yin Demon, but it was only fragments and tidbits.

Now, with the Seven Yin King personally descending, taking action, they knew even less.

Wen Lingyou immediately messaged the other members of the Lihuo Institute, urging the most knowledgeable and strongest in the Primordial Spirit Realm to come quickly.

Before, they didn't understand; now, they would study on the spot.

Faced with this surreal, mysterious world unfolding before their eyes, they were certain to discover something.

Rushing in recklessly would surely mean seeking death.

Those who arrived dared not enter, and everyone pulled into this illusory world was scattered across separate fragments.

The village chief stood on a fragment that was constantly shifting like a kaleidoscope, bewildering the mind and enticing the senses.

The village chief was momentarily stunned, and when he regained consciousness, he found the surroundings had reverted to the appearance of Jinlan Mountain.

He saw children playing in the mountains, saw Yu Ziqing lying there, pretending to be dead.

"What is... the Devil?"

"What Devil?" Yu Ziqing lifted his eyelids and glanced at the village chief, smiling slightly, he said, "Village chief, you're thinking of Devils again. Last time, you defeated several Great Devils, and it still wasn't enough? Next time, let's talk next time. For now, just rest."

Seeing this scene bewildered the village chief's mind, revealing flaws, and he began to sink deeper and deeper.

Like in a dream, nothing seemed real, but in the dream, it was hard to notice this unreality.

Even letting out a fart would launch him skyward, propelling him to the Gang Wind Layer, creating a Fart Escape Technique, and he wouldn't find it odd.

Memories of the Great Devils in his mind gradually blurred, vaguely remembering having defeated several, then dealt with all the invaders, venting his anger and elevating Jinlan Mountain's fame.

Some fuzzy memories began to clarify in his mind, with details slowly filling in.

He was deeply immersed, quietly enjoying the peaceful days at Jinlan Mountain.

Then, many days passed like this, and Yu Ziqing left again. When he returned after a few days, he saw Yu Ziqing, battered and unrecognizable, carried by a formidable enemy to Jinlan Mountain.

That person was muscular, as if made of solid stone, radiating immense Qi-Blood. Yu Ziqing was held in his hand like a chick.

The village chief exploded instantly, wanting to take action, but that person held Yu Ziqing up as a shield, causing him to hesitate, not daring to act too boldly.

The opponent's movements were increasingly similar to his, extraordinarily fast, with great control over power.

It seemed all his actions were seen through by the opponent, who used one hand to hold Yu Ziqing and the other to fight him.

At every crucial moment, he used Yu Ziqing as a shield to counterattack and suppress him.

The village chief slowly forgot that there were actually others at Jinlan Mountain, becoming engrossed in this single event.