Master of Strange Dao

The surrounding environment changed from a solid ground to a desert, so Yu Ziqing immediately slowed down and increased his flying altitude.

The Bloodthirsty Devil Flower could take down a Great Demon and even swallow it. He certainly didn't think that his own small arms and legs could survive being devoured.

Looking out, there were endless sandy expanses as far as the eye could see, a desert with no sign of life.

The Abyss was already barren, but this place was even stranger.

To Yu Ziqing, it felt just like the area near the Silver Lake Forbidden Land.

This land had lost its vitality, not that there were no living beings.

Around the Silver Lake Forbidden Land, there were at least some demons, but here, there was absolutely nothing. Even devils did not dare to come.

What is a dead zone?

This was it.

So, was that Bloodthirsty Devil Flower an Immortal Herb?

Yu Ziqing wondered to himself; if he put it that way, it was indeed possible.

After all, who said that Immortal Herbs had to be brimming with spiritual energy, ready to be used as Spiritual Medicine?

Such overbearing nature, completely plundering a place of its vitality, could also be an ability of Immortal Herbs.

Though perplexed, Yu Ziqing wasn't too worried.

The giant hadn't said anything, just asked him to come, so it certainly wouldn't be to send him to his death.

Although Yu Ziqing considered that perhaps there could be a slight difference in standards between him and the giant, it shouldn't be something that would result in instant death for him.

Getting killed wasn't a big problem, as long as it wasn't something specifically targeting the Blood Rebirth ability.

Yu Ziqing hadn't flown far when his heart suddenly skipped a beat. Some hairs on his back stood up slightly.

Someone was watching him, a force not weak, coming from behind.

Surely, it wasn't the Bloodthirsty Devil Flower, but some powerful individual.

The malevolent intent in the spying gaze was barely concealed, no matter how much it tried to hide.

Unperturbed, Yu Ziqing continued forward, pretending he hadn't sensed anything.

Several miles away, King Qi hovered in mid-air, his form obscured by a smoke-like magical treasure.

Upon seeing Yu Ziqing, he immediately lowered his eyelids, concealing his gaze.

He had some rough idea of what was happening outside.

Although he didn't care how Dazhen and Dali were fighting, he hoped Dazhen's attention would be diverted.

The strange situation between Dazhen and Dali these days was evident to anyone; they must have quietly negotiated.

For some reason, he always felt that the current external situation was inextricably linked to the people of Jinlan Mountain.

Otherwise, as a native of Dazhen and a Sealed King at the border, he understood the relationship between the two Divine Dynasties best.

He couldn't fathom why Dali dared to easily redeploy the West Desolate Army.

But when putting Qing Ziyu from Jinlan Mountain in the middle, things seemed slightly possible.

He had a good relationship with King Xiang, who was now ruined and was even bootlicking Emperor Zhen.

Qing Ziyu also handled his relationship with Dali quite well.

He even stationed himself at Almsgiving Town, likely related to Jinlan Mountain.

But none of this mattered; at this time, anyone who came here was his enemy, a pawn to be used.

If Qing Ziyu from Jinlan Mountain also died here, the nourishment gained by the Bloodthirsty Devil Flower might be less, but its disruptive effect would surely be substantial.

King Qi did not act rashly, for he was merely a Qi Refining cultivator.

Approaching Jinlan Mountain's Body Cultivation recklessly was extremely dangerous.

He didn't believe that the mere Sixth Tier Body Cultivation of this Qing Ziyu wasn't something he could handle.

Years ago, the Ninth Tier Cui Changping was killed by a Seventh Tier Body Cultivation from Jinlan Mountain; he knew full well it wasn't just a rumor but true.

Back then, Cui Changping high-profile attacked Jinlan Mountain. Being not far away, he sneaked over to watch from a distance, taking in much of the combat through his sensing ability.

It was definitely not about exploiting a weakness to defeat the Ninth Tier but the straightforward, staunch style of Body Cultivation, a relentless, ultimate death battle tactic.

Facing such a Body Cultivation, the possibility of an unforeseen setback was not low at all.

He merely hung back, tailing Yu Ziqing, determining the direction in which Yu Ziqing flew, then began slowly chanting a spell to lure out the Bloodthirsty Devil Flower.

Beneath the desert, the Bloodthirsty Devil Flower, hearing the familiar spell, began stealthily moving towards the surface.

The flowing sands in the sand sea subtly shifted direction.

The body of the Bloodthirsty Devil Flower, entrapped by the sand sea, gradually emerged from the sand dunes.

On the other side, Yu Ziqing flew along, with the Little Bodhi Tree inside him trembling slightly, a tree usually quieter than an Earth Toad, as if sensing something.

Yu Ziqing looked down at the sand sea below, deep in thought.

A barely perceptible, fleeting sense of crisis sensing started to emerge intermittently.

As time went on, that sensing from the depths became somewhat clearer.

His yin god sensing and physical sensing combined, resulting in a qualitative change, elevating his crisis sensing to a higher level.

The Bloodthirsty Devil Flower was either ahead or beneath him.

As Yu Ziqing advanced, the changes within the Little Bodhi Tree became increasingly obvious.

A whiff of aura appeared, leading the Five Little Ones' Five Elements rotation to begin changing as well.

This time, the Little Bodhi Tree became the core, with the strength from the other Four Little Ones converging to strengthen the aura of the Little Bodhi Tree.

Naturally evolving, abiding by the crisis sensing, quickly, the aura of the Little Bodhi Tree concealed the aura from the other Four Little Ones within the Five Elements rotation.

Yu Ziqing continued to fly forward, while the sand sea below flowed silently, with the vast sand dunes advancing like the crest of waves.