Master of Strange Dao

Considering that Emperor Qian has already negotiated peace with Dali, as long as Emperor Qian appoints a new Mother River God, they will have to move immediately.

The loss is too great.

Thinking it over, he glanced at the death row prisoner.

"You may leave now, go get some Spiritual Medicine and recover well."

After the death row prisoner left, No. 1 said to the new No. Ten.

"Recently, we are short on manpower, so he will be assigned to you. Bring him out and get him up to speed as soon as possible.

Take the opportunity to assess his capabilities and see if he can undertake missions independently."

Inside, the new No. Ten remained calm and agreed to the task.

After walking out, the death row prisoner did not leave immediately but waited for him in the central hall.

The two exchanged a glance, and an inexplicable rapport emerged.

"From now on, you will follow me. I will guide you, and unless instructed, do not act on your own."

"Understood." The death row prisoner remained as steady as a hitman.

They played a round with mutual understanding, preserving the life of the death row prisoner.

The new No. Ten couldn't help but relax slightly, realizing that their goals might not be entirely the same.

But at least, they aligned on the major direction.

Having acquaintances at the base provides them with mutual cover, allowing many things once impossible to be achievable now.

...

Yu Ziqing studied the original text of the Dayan Preface, finding it increasingly perplexing.

It consists of a total of forty-nine layers, roughly divided into seven Realms.

The first Realm is straightforward, akin to elementary level equations, functions, and geometric figures.

The second Realm escalates to the level of linear algebra and probability theory.

Using methodology to study this Dharma Method, Yu Ziqing forced a deduction, but stopped at the third Realm.

Understanding necessitates beginning actual cultivation; pure research is no longer sufficient.

Now, Yu Ziqing confirms that this is indeed a Dragon Slayer Skill, but for most Cultivators, it's more of an embellishment, just an average Refining God Dharma Method.

Only by reaching the fourth Realm could one barely act as a charlatan.

Dharma Methods like this, boasting exceptional claims but delivering average results, are ones Yu Ziqing could casually purchase in abundance now.

Yu Ziqing put away the Jade Scroll, opting to cease further study, guessing Yang might appreciate this Dharma Method.

Yu Ziqing made his way all the way to the Northwest of Daqian, near the Wilderness.

Following guidance, he found a mountain cave.

Around it lay a small town, with the family behind the death row prisoner not being particularly strong; its strongest was just at the Seventh Tier.

Families like these are actually the most numerous, since the Seventh Tier constitutes a Great Cultivator.

In local terms, they're considered influential.

Yu Ziqing wandered for a while before entering the cave, which was a naturally formed cavern.

Inside the cave, tunnels spanned in all directions, connecting with underground water veins, extremely complex.

Following guidance, Yu Ziqing found a small pool and submerged himself within, swimming through the intricate underground water network for one incense stick's time before reaching another completely sealed underground cavern.

Continuing onward for an hour, he finally arrived at his intended destination.

The death row prisoner, in his day, expended considerable effort to find this place as well.

The destination was a sealed cavern only accessible through the pool.

Inside, curiously enough, there was no sense of oppressiveness, and the air humidity was not high.

On the gray-yellow stone walls were engraved simple symbols, drawings like matchstick figures.

Yu Ziqing could not make sense of them, nor link them to any narrative.

He extended a finger to touch one of the runes.

In his mind, the Earth Deity Origin, as stable as a seasoned old dog and broadcasting the sacred sounds of sages, trembled slightly.

In an instant, Yu Ziqing felt like vast rivers and torrents were rushing past.

Everything around him seemed to be starting to change.

The place where he stood transformed into an ordinary cave, where two emaciated old men sat opposite each other.

A chessboard lay between them.

As one elder placed a piece, his facial features began to slowly vanish.

A vast momentum, a grand force of heavens and earth continually washed over the place.

The elder's opponent grew even more emaciated, gaunt like a hungry ghost, but the brightness in his eyes became even more vivid.

After an unknown amount of time, the emaciated elder placed a piece with a hint of a smile.

"I have won. From today onward, humanity can cultivate the Divine Soul."