Master of Strange Dao

Yang had spoken so much, and Yu Ziqing's expression became a bit strange. He probably guessed what Yang was up to.

"Are you going into the Demon God Tomb to fetch some treasure?"

"Yes."

"Are you confident?"

"It was thirty percent initially. Once I reached the place, I felt it was forty percent. Now I feel it's fifty percent."

"Hiss, adding ten percent just like that, aren't you overestimating me a bit?" Yu Ziqing took a deep breath.

"No, it's not because of you, it's because of Lou Huai."

"..."

So should I go?

I'm just a body cultivation practitioner who's at the fifth tier after going Devilic. Do you think I want to come?

That evil dragon demon god, no matter how weak it is, even if it's dead, even if its consciousness is blurred and it's gone a bit mad, it's still like a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

A guy like that, unless you can restrain him, he won't be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Instead, the evil dragon demon god is the last camel to break the straw.

"Don't worry, just follow along. Your current strength is much greater than mine back in the day. At least you can take a beating; survival shouldn't be a problem."

"…"

That's not wrong. Back when you were a mortal, you dared to trap and kill the White Sun Holy Mother and a whole slew of sixth-seventh tier practitioners.

Now, I burst out at the fifth tier, and that evil dragon demon god, after dying, has no more replenishments. Considering it as the eighth tier, it's only leaped three tiers, and indeed it can't compare to Yang's past achievements of trapping and killing people across seven tiers.

Of course, that is also following Yang; Yu Ziqing himself certainly wouldn't want to come.

After this chat, Yang spat out a deep blue bubble, enveloping them, sinking into the sea, advancing through the water.

"What is this technique called?"

"Deep Sea Water Avoidance Technique," Yang said, immediately adding, "Don't ask, you can't learn it. Only Qi Refining cultivators can learn, and your Golden Water Yin Escape won't make use of such a secret technique."

The bubble dragged them forward, and Yu Ziqing, bored, directly began cultivating daytime Devil divine qi.

Always suppressing the Xin Metal Qi into his lungs, it was now completely released. His breathing immediately contained a trace of metal clashing sounds, akin to electronic sounds.

The previously absorbed purest force, after constant refinement, spiraled in his lungs, with each breath.

Then he absorbed the Xin Metal Qi, transforming it into a tiny silver flying eagle. When its wings expanded, they were like twin lungs, and its entire body was like forged metal, constantly absorbing lung Qi and Xin Metal Qi, gradually growing robust.

And the previously injured lungs began slowly healing.

At this point, Golden Water Yin Escape, Black Sky Devil God Qi, daytime Devil divine qi, reached a true dynamic balance.

All such balance relied on Qi-blood; Qi-blood was the real foundation.

In this balanced state, even if he hadn't cultivated his other organs, they would all grow stronger, based on Qi-blood.

Yang glanced at Yu Ziqing, thinking to himself that this guy was getting bolder.

Not only daring to associate with a peculiar devil but also daring to enter the abyss, and now daring to cultivate such strange secret techniques.

Young people, audacious and heedless.

Yang slowed down, only beginning to slowly float upward after three days.

Above the sea, the storm was raging, and the waves were like angry giants, constantly slapping the sea. In the sky, dark clouds pressed down, casting darkness over this place, with only flashes of thunder occasioning a glimmer of light.

In the distance, a Black Dragon, thousands of feet long, exuded death Qi, churning the sea for a moment before darting skyward.

Among the dark clouds, strands of heavenly thunder, like a storm, constantly struck that evil dragon. Only the faintest traces of death Qi dispersed; the scale armor on the dragon's body wasn't even scratched.

The evil dragon flew into the clouds, churning the blackened canopy, the rolling thunder becoming one continuous roar.

Just for a moment, the dark cloud was forcibly torn open, a shaft of sunlight transforming into a column descending down.

Yu Ziqing felt the majesty from afar, clicking his tongue secretly.

Goodness, this evil dragon sure had a temper, making an entrance that triggered the heavenly tribulation, and could even bathe in it, finally tearing through the tribulation clouds.

Born with a trace of True Dragon bloodline, truly remarkable, its physical body was terrifyingly formidable.

No wonder no one dared provoke him after its death; its body was definitely stronger than an ordinary ninth-tier body cultivator.

The innate talent gap was so vast that no amount of compensation in the later stages could compare.

In truth, if given a chance to devour a ninth-tier strong, this evil dragon might still linger for many more years.

Moments later, in the hole within the dark cloud, the evil dragon dove down, plunging back into the sea.

The broken segment of the clouds slowly healed, returning to its normal state, continuing to nurture heavenly thunder, constantly striking at the evil dragon in the sea.

"He shouldn't exist in this world anymore, yet he still remains so unrestrained and rampant, daring even to shred heavenly tribulations to pieces, which seals his fate as his last bout of madness, to a degree he hadn't reached before, he was about to face the tribulation. I think it's sixty percent ready."

"Is he out of blood food, can't he move a bit farther?"

"You think he doesn't want to? He wants to die; alas, once he dares leave this area of tens of thousands of miles of sea, he will never return. He is already dead, and the ninth-tier strong on land wouldn't sit by and watch him land, and the Dragon Clan of the deep sea wouldn't let him near."

Three days later, when the death Qi on the evil dragon had nearly completely dissipated, it dove into the sea once more, swimming away into the distance.

And the tumultuous storms of thunder overhead, like a thunderous serpent, followed closely, continuously roaring.

"Let's go, he's finished his madness, off searching again for blood food in the deep sea. If he clashes with the Demon God of the deep, then we'll have even more time."

Yang spat out a bubble, enveloping the three of them, diving into the sea, heading for the Demon God Tomb at the sea's bottom.