Master of Strange Dao

Still, I can't kill this Wig White Water Egg.

The real damage from killing him dozens of times is not as great as the damage caused once by Yu Ziqing guiding the attack.

The giant's eyes dissipated, and the Wig White Water Egg continued to stand silently at the edge of the cliff.

The large sleeve of his right arm had partially torn and fallen off, initially only one hand was skeletal, but now the skeletal extent had expanded to the entire forearm.

He looked down at his arm and remained silent.

The damage from the last attack had already become his greatest flaw.

He didn't dare move, not even to resist, because he feared that cruel person would discover this biggest flaw.

As long as that person discovered this, he would undoubtedly exhaust all means to brutally kill him thousands or tens of thousands of times.

Only when he ground him to death would it end.

Such a terrifying fellow, what right does that guy have to be so powerful?

In pure combat power, he's almost invincible.

Why hasn't he died yet, why hasn't he died!

What right does he have to live so long without dying?

Why can't he outlast him?

Fierce waves of emotion surged within the Wig White Water Egg, and numerous faces began to appear on his smooth, featureless face, all extremely ferocious.

He didn't break his defense even when beaten by the guided attack.

But now he's like a little chick, being pinched in someone's hand, killed dozens of times in one breath.

This completely helpless feeling directly broke his defense.

Before, he wasn't afraid because this pure combat power couldn't kill him.

Now he's really afraid because he has a huge flaw, and there's indeed a slight possibility he could be crushed to death by such pure power.

He wants to give up here, continue to hide, and continue to wait.

Waiting for when he could outlast that monster.

But just seeing his right hand, he doesn't dare to wait any longer.

He's afraid that if he waits further, another monster might really appear and completely kill him.

One monster is okay; he can slowly outlast that monster.

But if another monster appears, he probably wouldn't even have the chance to outlast it.

This is a calamity, unavoidable, impossible to dodge, he can only face it head-on.

He must quickly eliminate that rookie who could become a monster, kill them thoroughly.

Only in this way can he see if there's an opportunity for his own restoration to perfection.

He doesn't know how the opportunity he released was caught by that ruthless person.

But this is no longer important, that ruthless person indeed has such a skill.

He needs to search again.

...

Yu Ziqing sat at the edge of the underground hole, drinking tea, eating snacks, waiting quietly.

A moment later, a black shadow flew up from below and fell into Yu Ziqing's arms.

It was the Black Stone Tablet that Yu Ziqing had dropped.

Yu Ziqing was slightly stunned.

Huh?

What's the situation?

The thing thrown down was actually able to be thrown back up by the giant?

At this time, the giant's words sounded in his mind.

"Take it away, now you don't have to worry, looking at what's recorded on it, you'll encounter trouble.

Feel free to look, retrieve everything about Wen Jun.

Take this thing out, let everyone know.

His name and everything shouldn't be buried."

Yu Ziqing could tell that the giant's mood seemed not very good, and after saying this, he no longer paid attention to him.

Yu Ziqing paused in silence and began to look at the content on the stone tablet.

Like the stone wall he encountered last time, as he began to view the content, the Earth Deity Origin in his mind slightly trembled.

The surroundings began to change.

Starting again from a child.

A child was practicing Dharma Method.

A volume of True Intent Dharma Method, messily recorded with various symbols, Yu Ziqing did not recognize those symbols.

As the child practiced, he realized that originally, there was no such thing as runes at all.

The focus of the Dharma Method was actually just the True Intent, and the symbols were merely carriers for the True Intent.

They were just symbols inscribed by powerful Qi Refiners when recording into the True Intent Classics, guided by instinct.

Without True Intent, those symbols were nothing, without any effect.

And most of the time, only a cultivator, teaching hand to hand, guiding the newcomer's Qi Flow with their own power.

One teaches one, that is the most common situation.

The True Intent Classics were already a great invention.

Although the number was particularly few, and the strong ones who could be recorded in the True Intent Classics were particularly few, at least to some extent, it freed them from the limitation of having to teach each other one by one.

This gave Qi Refiners the initial opportunity for growth.

However, the child pondered from a young age, why this symbol meant that, why another symbol also meant that.

Isn't there a unifying symbol that can clearly express meaning?

There is, but very few, and those symbols are completely distinct from the True Intent Classics.

Slowly, the child grew up, he didn't like fighting, he just liked to research these things.

Because his body was weak, he could hardly practice Qi Refinement, it was just the right era, the Refining God Path was open.

He was naturally strong in Divine Soul, strong enough to almost crush his frail body.

As he began Refining God, he slowly started to consolidate his power, to begin to nourish his body, at least his body would no longer be crushed by a powerful Divine Soul.

He never went to the front line to fight, in that era, he was an alien species.

He was called a coward.

He didn't mind, smiling all day, with his hands in his pockets, honestly Refining God, peacefully researching what he should do.