Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing slept even more soundly.

The natural interaction and integration became smoother and smoother.

In the place where Yu Ziqing slept deeply, Zhang Quli and other Cabinet members all arrived, Yang too busy with research to care.

The few did not dare to touch Yu Ziqing, Zhang Quli and Yang argued for quite a while, fully exchanged opinions, and reached an agreement.

There's no need to intervene, as everything appears normal for now, at least not developing in a bad direction.

But this matter must not be leaked, as it would affect the current stable situation in Dadui.

Jia Shisi personally guarded the place.

Yang lost the mood to devote himself completely to research and instead sought some undemanding tasks to pass the time.

He began instructing the people of Dadui, crafting an upgraded, massive filth bucket as a transfer station.

Then he supplemented it with some basic essentials.

After all, many basic things have been improved over the years.

Quite a few items still in use in Dadui are actually outdated.

Either their flaws have long been identified and rendered them unusable, or there are better, cheaper, and more convenient alternatives.

Yu Ziqing slept sweetly, his consciousness sinking into a haze.

Two paths lay before him, one a sinister and awe-inspiring path, the other a turbulent blood-red path filled with domineering aura.

The intersection of the two paths was right beneath his feet.

One more step, and he would have to make a decision.

To go left or to go right.

Yu Ziqing stood there, having forgotten what these paths were, forgetting all irrelevant matters.

It was entirely up to instinct to make this decision.

He stood there for a long time, suddenly frowning.

"How annoying, why must it be a choice between two?

Why do I feel such an aversion to choosing between two?

Paths are made by walking. Can't I have them all?"

In the haze, there was no change in the two paths before him; only the place where he stood overlapped.

"I want all, if there's no given path, can a person really be stifled to death?"

Yu Ziqing lifted his foot and took a step forward, and where the two paths intersected, an additional step appeared.

Yu Ziqing continued to walk forward; pressure began to mount, and he stubbornly pushed on, determined to break through the mounting pressure.

He progressed step by step, bit by bit.

When there was no one to pave the way, he would become the pathfinder himself.

With mind and spirit as one, without any hesitation.

Yu Ziqing's steps were slow and firm; where he stood became the merging point of the two paths.

Meanwhile, on Yu Ziqing's sleeping body outside, the four Prefectural Governor Seals of Jiazi, Dingyou, Dingwei, and Dingmao automatically appeared, suspended around his body.

Then, streams of rosy clouds showered down on Yu Ziqing.

The hidden light of Creation also spontaneously split apart, wandering all over his body.

Seizing the Creation of heaven and earth, forcibly paving a new path.

Yu Ziqing's deepest instinct made the choice.

Without a suitable path, he would carve out his own.

Just like before, when the Wig Faceless Man presented him with two options.

At the eighth tier of Refining God with Soul Refining, one is to break free from the physical body's restrictions, all strength unified within the Primordial Spirit.

At the eighth tier of Body Refinement with Shattering God, it is to rid oneself of a weak Divine Soul, shatter it, and merge it into the physical body, advancing towards the Undying.

Originally, Yu Ziqing did not need to choose so soon, but now this choice, unexpectedly presented before him, required him to decide between focusing primarily on one.

Yet, Yu Ziqing did not want any of them.

"I want to focus on Refining God and on Body Refinement as well."

"Who decreed that a choice must be made?

If one must follow the existing paths, then where did Body Cultivation come from?"

More than a dozen days later, Yu Ziqing slowly opened his eyes, and the several Big Seals floating around him flew back automatically.

Yu Ziqing gently floated up, landing on the ground with a thought.

The Yin God merged into his body.

Maintaining the explosive properties of the Yin God and the strength of the physical body at the same time.

The two forces, seemingly distinct, flowed without interfering with each other, but at this moment, they intertwined, becoming stronger.

It was as if they supplemented each other's deficiencies.

The hungry ghost, lacking Qi-Blood, gained the thundering foundation of strength.

Body Cultivation, which lacked the power of the Divine Soul, also achieved the ability to command as if by intuition, with a shrouded mystery.

Yu Ziqing stretched out his hand, his fingers moving lightly, effortlessly completing a threading motion.

Then, with operations in mid-air and without a support, the fine needle swiftly surged forward, weaving an intricate pattern out of thin air.

The control of power that had never been reached in the micro realm, had been achieved just like that.

After dispersing his power and trying again, indeed, he fell back down.

But the upside was that there was still an imperceptible improvement.

Yu Ziqing released a withered leaf, tried it with one hand, embroidered a cluster of flowers on it, and after the leaf fell to the ground, it shattered into pieces.

Yu Ziqing silently sighed, realizing that the gap between people was still too great.

Even with cheats, he could hardly compete with the innate talents of some.

Now, pushing his limits, he was barely entering the previous realm of control over micro operations that the village chief had mastered.

He had no expectations of achieving the same as the village chief from the start.

Now it seems, reproducing it 100 percent remains a huge challenge, but reaching 90 percent was still within reach.

For him, that level should be sufficient.

After all, he wasn't merely a Body Cultivator.

Yu Ziqing stepped out the door, and Jia Shisi was already waiting for him at the entrance.

"I'm fine, you needn't worry. I just had an enlightenment."