Master of Strange Dao

The scene projected in the eyeball of the shadow demon was entirely the meeting between the White Water Egg and King Qi.

Yu Ziqing casually noted down the map when King Qi was verifying the destination.

But it was only a rough outline, without a real map. The path they would take and what they would encounter were unknown.

And it was very clear that the place where the immortal herb was located was definitely not on the first layer of the Abyss.

Even if there was a map, it was not of much use at all, as there was no clue as to which layer of the Abyss it was on or how to get there.

Not to mention Yu Ziqing just took a cursory glance.

At the end, the White Water Egg jumped into the Abyssal Rift, suddenly turned back to glance at King Qi, and the projection came to an end.

At this point, the eyeball of the shadow demon quietly disintegrated.

Yu Ziqing put away the prepared Imprint Stone and other items, sitting there in thought.

Although the conversation between the White Water Egg and King Qi was not extensive, there was not much that could be confirmed one hundred percent now.

There was definitely more than one White Water Egg, and they possibly had someone hidden in the faceless men of Dazhen.

Moreover, their desperate efforts to incite a war between the Three Divine Dynasties were also proven.

Therefore, to investigate the affairs in the northern Wilderness all those years ago, one must start with the White Water Egg.

That Undying Mandala was very likely real, but it was also likely a trap.

Otherwise, there was no reason for them not to search for it themselves.

Instead, they used it as bait to lure King Qi.

To put it bluntly, at the level of the Three Divine Dynasties, King Qi was really not a significant player, unworthy of using the immortal herb as bait to lure him.

If those White Water Eggs found the immortal herb, as long as they were willing to sacrifice an immortal herb, stirring up a war among the Three Divine Dynasties or even inducing several Ninth Tier grand battles would be easy.

Yu Ziqing felt this was a trap. The greed in his heart had just begun to rise, only to be quickly quelled.

On the other side, Li Xingchen looked at the deciphered contents within the scroll.

He also understood why King Qi did those things and even knew about the immortal herb and the beast skin map.

His expression was grave as he put away the items and glanced at the person beside him.

"This information here must not be leaked out.

Has the one who deciphered it been controlled?"

"Sir, after the decryption, a Silence Spell was routinely applied."

"That spell, which those people have nearly turned into a sieve, is useless. Only the Silence Divine Spell offers some security."

"Sir, have you forgotten..." The subordinate's expression was a bit awkward, lowering his voice to say, "In Dazhen, no one knows the Silence Divine Spell..."

Li Xingchen's expression froze, sighing quietly.

Among the Three Divine Dynasties, Dazhen had the most body cultivators, and their status was the highest. Even Emperor Zhen practiced Body Refinement.

Especially in the northern part of Dazhen, with its harsh environment, Body Refinement was almost standard, even if Qi Refinement was mainstream. Many cultivators also practiced a bit of Body Refinement.

However, precisely because the environment was harsher compared to Dali and Daqian, the number of Dao cultivators was pitifully small.

To this day, Dazhen could not support a Daoist Institute the size of Langya Institute or Lihuo Institute.

After all, before entering the Dao, Dao cultivators were generally not much stronger than mortals.

Especially in the northern part of Dazhen, those Dao cultivators would freeze like fools as soon as they stepped out. Who would want to come here?

Wouldn't they prefer to go to Lihuo Institute or Langya Institute?

Even if they couldn't attend the two largest Daoist Institutes, going to Dali or Daqian was better than staying in Dazhen, with no comparison in terms of the overall atmosphere.

Spells like Silence Spell, which had little effect on the cultivators themselves, had so few practitioners.

Let alone practicing to the highest level of the Silence Divine Spell.

Li Xingchen felt somewhat at a loss, realizing if it was an ordinary thing, it wouldn't have mattered much.

But how could he have known that someone like King Qi, who needed power, was just at the Ninth Tier, having not even gone through the first tribulation, with influence not even exceeding a large sect in Dali, could potentially be involved with something like the immortal herb?

The words "immortal herb" had not been heard for so many years.

He couldn't directly control people, let alone silence them.

Seeing the deciphered content in the scroll, he realized King Qi did it deliberately.

Absolutely deliberate.

Otherwise, he would have had ample time and opportunity to destroy all these scrolls easily.

He purposely left them, with the intention of leaking this information.

Li Xingchen could see at a glance that this was a trap, no use at all.

Could others not see it?

But what use is that, it's the immortal herb.

Even if it's a trap, there will be people willing to jump in.

It's the most acknowledged treasure in the world that could let one soar into the sky in a single step.

Never mind that no one has ever seen the immortal herb, and how it's universally recognized as such, that's just how reality is.

Even the classics of the Divine Dynasties were recorded this way.

In the ancient classics of Dazhen, there was a clear record.

In ancient times, there was an immortal herb in calamity, hidden as a flowerless sickly seedling.

A child planted it in a courtyard, taking care of it, even though the sickly seedling never bloomed, never recovered, nor grew.

That child never abandoned it, taking care of it for decades until the child became an old man, approaching the end of his life.

He then spoke to the sickly seedling he found so miraculous, saying he was dying, that he would no longer be able to care for it.

At the moment of the old man's death, the sickly seedling shone with Divine Light, blooming and producing a seed, which entered the old man and saved him.

Upon awakening, the old man became ageless and undying, and three hundred years later, he accidentally received a dharma method, and after cultivation, progressed rapidly.