Master of Strange Dao

The new No. Ten White Water Egg quietly departed after leaving behind several specially prepared Jade Scrolls for Yu Ziqing.

The information was overwhelming. He knew too much, and all the work records and a series of things from the past were impossible to relay one by one. He could only leave everything for Yu Ziqing to review on his own.

Officially, No. Eight was dead, and due to unforeseen circumstances, according to the rules, No. Ten had to report back immediately.

He headed south, entering a tributary of Mother River, holding a talisman, and slowly submerged into the river water, drifting downstream.

The glow of the talisman enveloped him, allowing him to sink into the river and gradually merge with the water.

His senses of the outside world vanished with it.

In the past, to prevent exposure of the most critical base, he had even suggested ideas.

The safest method, naturally, was that none of them knew where the base was.

In this way, with their White Water Egg minds and these supplementary measures, it was impossible for the base to be exposed.

But now, as he sank into the river, he could no longer discern up from down, left from right, as if suspended in the Void, recalling numerous details, feeling a bit bewildered.

Acquiring knowledge, mastering Secret Techniques, and abandoning names and faces, those who manage to rise up are invariably capable individuals.

Only now did he step out of the jar and suddenly awaken.

Many details were not just for secrecy but also to facilitate abandoning and silencing them when necessary.

Without the constraints of the Shadow Devil's eyeball, even the White Water Egg identity, which was only a codename, could be discarded.

He recalled that Qing Ziyu had asked him a question.

To incite wars among the Three Divine Dynasties, then to provoke battles among the powerful, for what?

He felt unrestrained, ready to blurt out when he suddenly realized a terrifying truth.

He didn't know why.

But he had never thought there was anything wrong with it.

Now he even felt that if No. Ten succeeded this time in killing him, then No. Ten was likely doomed soon as well.

This time, returning as No. Ten, he was already carrying the belief of certain death.

Actually, if he simply disappeared, no one would likely find him.

He still wanted to go back and see, to continue staying there as No. Ten.

Qing Ziyu's piercing words had shaken his thoughts; he wanted to understand many things.

Quietly drifting downstream, when he floated into the main channel of Mother River, he noiselessly vanished into the water, leaving no trace of him in the world.

Yet, he continued to drift underwater, sinking ever deeper, following the main channel and eventually flowing into a lake on the side of the main stream.

Deep in the lake, brilliance flickered, drawing the person wrapped in Divine Light inside.

In the grooves of the stone walls, the Shadow Devil's eyeball of No. Ten emitted a faint glow.

The door knocker at the entrance of the underground palace transformed into a ferocious beast head, glaring with copper bell-like eyes as it scanned the body of the new No. Ten.

After verifying the mask's number and passing the Shadow Devil's eyeball verification, the beast head retracted, changing back into a ferocious door knocker exposing its fangs.

As the Divine Light dissipated, the new No. Ten slowly stood up, glanced around, and mimicked No. Ten, raising a hand to greet the gatekeeping beast head.

After only a few steps forward, a square foot-high human head, burning with ghostly blue flames, flew over from the side.

"No. Ten, No. One wants you to see him immediately after you return."

"I was just going to see him; there's something to report."

The square head illuminated the path, wherever it passed, the stone wall suddenly caved in, forming an opening.

As the head flew ahead, the stone wall continued to cave in, while the rear openings were continuously filled back in.

Following it for quite a while, they arrived at a spacious underground palace.

A huge map, ten feet long, was suspended in mid-air, while No. One held a bamboo slip, engrossed in it.

The new No. Ten stepped forward to pay respects.

"Greetings, No. One."

"No need for formalities, is the task complete?"

"There was an accident. No. Eight died at the hands of Qing Ziyu of Jinlan Mountain."

"So it was him." No. One nodded, unsurprised, "It's just as well; dying at the hands of an outsider is better than dying by our own hands. Can you find the things he left behind?"

"They're all in Qing Ziyu's hands; I couldn't retrieve them. Qing Ziyu advanced to Sixth Tier Body Cultivation, probably awakening some Divine Skills.

Plus, the Body Cultivation of Jinlan Mountain is peculiar.

A Seventh Tier Body Cultivator can close in and kill a Ninth Tier Qi Refinement cultivator.

Qing Ziyu likely struck him down in a single blow; I dared not approach."

"Forget it; it's not your fault. Qing Ziyu's Divine Skills are peculiar. Using No. Eight's Shadow Devil's eyeball could directly incinerate the Shadow Devil's eyeball here.

If No. Three hadn't reacted quickly, the underground palace might have been set ablaze.

Nos. Eight and Nine failed in their tasks, exposing quite a bit of information.

Furthermore, No. Eight recorded information without authorization and even leaked it, a crime deserving death.

His death at Qing Ziyu's hands, given Qing Ziyu's temperament, surely means he won't let it rest, making him involved as well.

Let's end it here.

Could you discern what Divine Skills Qing Ziyu used?"

"No, his sensing is extremely sharp. Among the hungry ghosts, there are extremely perceptive ones too. When I got close, I couldn't hide.

Moreover, he was incredibly fast, using Body Cultivation skills. I couldn't determine which ones.

I can only confirm that even without borrowing power from that strange Dharma Method, his combat strength is very strong, far beyond ordinary Sixth Tier Body Cultivators."