Master of Strange Dao

The giant shark meat, its essence devoured, vanished.

Yu Ziqing thought for a moment and gave a few thousand more pounds.

"That's all for now, many people need their share."

Yu Ziqing smiled, turned around, and left.

The Jade Tomb is also part of Jinlan Mountain, and Yu Ziqing naturally wouldn't forget it.

With a belly full of food and wine, everything calm; this is the best life.

Yu Ziqing stored some giant shark meat in the tunnel, freezing it.

There's still plenty, handed over to the village kitchen aunties to make smoked sausage and such.

The power within might get depleted, but that doesn't matter.

The journey led to a tunnel inside the mountain.

Yu Ziqing looked at the An History Book, its pages flipping noisily as if protesting Yu Ziqing's neglect.

"It's been a while, have you figured it out yet? Ready to tell me what you really are?

You should sense what I am now.

And you have surely regained most of your spiritual wisdom.

Yet all this time, you haven't voluntarily told me.

I don't quite understand."

The light flowing over the An History Book suddenly slowed.

Yu Ziqing stood for a long time until he suddenly heard a voice.

The standard accent of the Ancient Times Dadui dialect.

"It's not that I don't want to say, but I don't remember.

I don't know what I am; I only know I am the An History Book now.

I only remember that the more seals are undone from the An History Book, the more I slowly regained a bit of spiritual wisdom.

Only after the accumulated Three Calamities' power dissipated did I recover most of it."

"These things, you should have told me voluntarily."

"I don't know how to speak."

"Are you Dadui's national fate incarnation?"

"Seems so, yet doesn't seem so, I'm not sure."

"Do you know what changes occur if all calamities are unraveled?"

"Resolving each disaster releases a portion of the repressed Divine Dynasty's national fate. All unraveling indeed brings great change.

Unsettled histories are each uncertain.

But what changes after resolving them, I don't know.

I only know it will replenish missing parts of history and restore missing pieces to the world.

Like a splash of spray, falling back into the river."

"For instance, the opening of the Tenth Tier path, right?"

"I'm uncertain, but it should be true."

Yu Ziqing nodded, not only for the vanished Dadui, but each seal in Dadui would have a significant impact.

Yet the whole disappearance of Dadui has the biggest impact.

That's unlike splashes of spray that can't fall back.

Instead, it diverts into a small river.

Such a huge regret is the world's regret itself.

Such a massive flaw results in everyone in this realm never breaching the boundaries.

Because they too possess great, unseen, unfelt flaws.

According to Yu Ziqing's understanding, the world has been degraded.

Yu Ziqing pondered for a moment and suddenly had some ideas.

If Dadui returns, the diverted streams come back to the main flow; logically, the Tenth Tier path would open.

And among Dadui's seals, the Dadui Seal can still be applied, sealing the Jia Shisi back then.

It can perhaps be compared to a splash on a branch stream.

But should Dadui return and if not all seals in the An History Book are undone.

Could it mean some spray hasn't fallen?

If that happens, the Tenth Tier path opens; it might still have minor flaws?

These years, Yu Ziqing has been pondering this, later reading many accounts in Dadui, none clearly explain.

At that time, Dadui didn't know the severe consequences impacting the entire world.

So, Yu Ziqing's first ban was directly on Dadui's National Fate Sealing Technique.

Even if someone gets the Dharma Method, it's useless now; no one can use such a seal technique to borrow Dadui's fate and Divine Dynasty's power.

The benefits compared to its hazards aren't worth mentioning; calling it poison-dipping for thirst isn't an exaggeration.

After much thought, Yu Ziqing decided to choose suitable calamities to unravel.

Then select specifically a few to keep an eye on.

He casually flipped through, finding a disaster from the Bingyin Era Jiashen City.

"Year 930 of Bingyin, Jiashen City.

A Great Devil descended, constructing a Devil Altar, spreading Devil Dao, enticing living beings.

Jiashen City's Prefectural Governor Liu Wei became devillized, using his body as a prison to seal the Great Devil, Divine Soul vanished."

After choosing this, Yu Ziqing took the Seven-colored Gemstone in hand and entered it.

Upon entering, Jiashen City seemed normal.

The next day, Yu Ziqing noticed a faint peculiar aura.

He traced the aura, reaching a residence and beneath it had dug out a space, vastly expanded.

Inside was an altar, upon which was placed a bone exuding demonic qi.

Several people were kneeling by the altar, reciting spells.

Around the altar, countless corpses were piled densely, blood converging into streams, constantly flowing into the altar's surroundings.

The ground surrounding the altar seemed to have transformed into a bottomless abyss.

Numerous bodies and blood converged, the abyss grew deeper.

Suddenly, a strange aura surfaced.

Yu Ziqing paused subtly, the aura of the Abyssal Rift.