Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing roughly understood that someone who could be called "Lord" might not only be a Dao Opener.

The name Wen Jun had disappeared, but people's obsession with inheritance had deeply rooted itself in their bones, bloodlines, culture, and no matter how much his name was erased, these things couldn't be erased.

This was his contribution.

Similarly, the "evil" in Evil Lord might not be the same "evil" that Yu Ziqing understood with his current concept.

He once thought that Evil Lord was a standard Dragon Slayer turned Evil Dragon.

But now this thought needed to be questioned; it could only be said that it might be so.

He only slightly glimpsed a corner of the past, saw the once Qi, saw the once Shi.

He had seen the Evil Lord of today.

Seen the Wen Jun of yesteryears, now already lost from the records.

Not mentioning Evil Lord, each person in the past was so steadfast, were predecessors that Yu Ziqing looked up to.

Yu Ziqing didn't believe that Evil Lord simply turned from a Dragon Slayer into an Evil Dragon.

In that era filled with hardship, they turned into light, illuminating the path ahead. Yu Ziqing didn't think such people could be easily swayed.

Their will was already merged with the Dao; the result of a shaken will could lead to the collapse of one's Dao.

This was no longer a simple matter of just shifting positions.

The events of those years were already unknowable, yet Yu Ziqing could clearly feel that fiery sincere desire.

He always felt that this kind of strength was unstoppable.

After reading the ancient beast skin book, Yu Ziqing's mind couldn't calm down for a long time.

He rested nearby, not in a hurry to leave.

In this state, wandering around would make it hard to conceal oneself, and encountering troubles, it would be difficult to respond calmly.

He stayed for four or five days until he returned to normal, before someone delivered an invitation letter.

It was an invitation from Langya Institute, signed by Cheng Jing.

Because Yu Ziqing had a particularly significant reaction when viewing the Sacrificial Text, even looking at it twice, and eventually could quickly gather his will.

With this invitation, he could enter the Langya Bookstore and have three days to read books.

His access was even higher than that of the average scholars.

At the end of the invitation, there was also a question, and if answered, he might directly join Langya Institute.

The question was, what was the core of the Sacrificial Text.

Yu Ziqing didn't fill in this answer; he asked around nearby.

The matter of the invitation letter had existed for some days, but very few could obtain it.

Most people couldn't even finish reading the complete Sacrificial Text.

Especially as the intent contained within the Sacrificial Text became increasingly strong, even the dean of Langya Institute had few who could finish reading it.

Everyone could read it, but towards the end, though your eyes saw the text, your consciousness was pressed by that overwhelming sense of grief, making you unable to remember what you saw.

Only a handful of people could withstand the sorrowful intent and read the original text.

By relying solely on Yu Ziqing's will, it would indeed be unbearable; he managed because he had an edge.

His Yin God didn't allow him to lose self-consciousness under such circumstances.

Losing self-awareness in such a state would have serious consequences.

After asking around and realizing it wasn't a secret, Yu Ziqing was relieved.

Langya Institute, in all matters on the surface, still cared greatly about face.

The ancient beast skin book was displayed at the entrance, in honor of the Dao Opener ancestors, and indeed, there was no issue with that.

But presumably, Cheng Jing was still under considerable pressure, because these items were particularly precious, losing them would be a great loss.

The ability to carry out such an action might be because no one dared to obstruct such righteousness; if they did, they might be cursed by a bunch of Primordial Spirit Realms.

Secondly, the opened ancient beast skin book would likely be hard for anyone to steal.

Thirdly, it was probably also to conveniently conduct an additional assessment, to gather talents for Langya Institute.

Even though Langya Institute remains the best choice for most willing individuals within the Daqian realm.

Yet this reputation, when good, can have a great positive effect, but when bad, the impact can only be worse.

In these years, Lihuo Institute had had momentum that overshadowed Langya Institute.

Not only in terms of top-notch figures in various aspects, but also talented scholars, all went to Lihuo Institute.

Once this momentum starts, it rolls like a snowball, unstoppable.

Yu Ziqing figured the third reason was quite significant.

As long as something could be filled in the invitation letter, anyone who could write "Wen Jun" would be guaranteed entry into Langya Institute.

Moreover, after entering, they were guaranteed not to receive the treatment of ordinary scholars.

Those who could see the name Wen Jun would not receive poor treatment wherever they went.

Langya Institute, wanting to recruit people, could only offer better treatment, given the mishaps of these years.

Go, definitely go; originally he just wanted to look at the ancient books, personally experience them.

He didn't expect to have unexpected gains.

Langya Institute invited him to the bookstore, so it was not Yu Ziqing who wanted to stir trouble.

Benefits delivered to your mouth, if not taken, are you still human?

Yu Ziqing took the invitation and went directly to Langya Institute.

He had long heard of this place but had never been there; to say he wasn't a bit expectant would be impossible.

At the entrance, he saw a stone puppet suddenly turn its head to look at him.

He took out the invitation, and after the other party glanced at it and saw the signature, it stepped back, raising one hand in a welcoming gesture.

As he was about to follow this stone puppet inside, he saw another stone puppet appearing, lifelike yet without the aura of a living person.

The opponent moved extremely fast, and as it passed by, it just took a glance and continued its routine patrol.