Master of Strange Dao

At that time, when Yu Ziqing was in the Sorrow Cave Heaven, he didn't feel much of anything, thinking that the Death Qi wouldn't spread across the entire Grotto Heaven and that it was normal.

But now, he had arrived at the Evil Dragon's mausoleum.

Sensing the deathly silence that filled every inch of space here, the Death Qi carried a sense of hostility and was extremely unfriendly to living beings.

With this comparison, Yu Ziqing clearly perceived the difference.

That kind of difference wasn't apparent at first glance, but in essence, it was insurmountable, like when a horse couldn't catch up.

No wonder Uncle Yang called that Evil Dragon worthless. Given the Evil Dragon's status and bloodline, he was indeed a bit useless.

Not only was his strength merely slightly above the minimum, but he was also disliked by the humans on the left and the Sea Clan, Demon Clan, and Dragon Clan on the right.

Even in death, he was still being plotted against, giving him no chance to reincarnate.

Ending up like this, it was indeed something unheard of.

Yu Ziqing was seeing such a miserable guy for the first time, even worse off than a Devil.

"This Stone Forest Cave Heaven belongs to a natural mysterious array. Be cautious when entering. If you accidentally get separated, don't worry, just keep moving forward to the innermost part. That Evil Dragon won't return so quickly. The other things shouldn't be a big problem for you."

Uncle Yang took out two pieces of jade scrolls, giving one each to Yu Ziqing and Lou Huai.

"These contain some records. They might not be very accurate, but it's better than knowing nothing…"

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Yang stepped forward and disappeared.

"Uncle Yang?"

Yu Ziqing was startled, quickly stepping forward as well, but he remained in place while Uncle Yang vanished.

Yu Ziqing closed his eyes. His Yin God opened its eyes, fully aware, and only then did he vaguely sense that there were some natural fluctuations here, completely integrated into the environment.

So this was the natural mysterious array Uncle Yang spoke of, and it wasn't a big problem?

Looking again at the jade scroll in his hand, Yu Ziqing fell into deep thought.

"Lou Huai, do you think it's possible that Uncle Yang did it on purpose?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible," Lou Huai firmly denied.

Although he also felt that Uncle Yang intentionally did it.

He not only could sense this natural mysterious array, but he could also capture its changes.

He deliberately got caught up in it, letting his big brother gain experience.

Of course, as an idealistic Devil, he absolutely couldn't speak ill of his big brother's elder in front of him.

Especially that Uncle Yang, who seemed like a Sheep Demon, was really a bit terrifying.

Moreover, Lou Huai could also feel that Uncle Yang didn't trust him much.

The little trust that existed was solely because of his big brother.

"Is it really impossible?" Yu Ziqing pondered, the more he thought, the more it seemed possible, but considering Uncle Yang wasn't omnipotent, it wasn't entirely impossible.

"Absolutely impossible," Lou Huai's tone remained firm.

"Then let's go, heading inside first."

Yu Ziqing quickly skimmed through the contents of the jade scroll. There wasn't much information, and not even a map. The most valuable sentence, Uncle Yang already told him.

A natural mysterious array, more like a maze, but to reach the deepest part, one just needed to forge ahead blindly. No matter how lost, they would eventually arrive at the deepest place.

Yu Ziqing silently sensed the rhythmic fluctuations around, and over time he felt a harmony as if with the natural rhythm of heaven and earth. This was something unique to natural formations.

The sense of danger was diminished, and its power might even be stronger.

Following the main path forward, after several dozen steps, Yu Ziqing suddenly realized Lou Huai had disappeared.

Looking back, Lou Huai was gone, and the scene behind him was no longer the main path they entered on.

Yet ahead, the road was still the same, as if the path had quietly broken off.

Looking closely, he discovered that the stone pillars ahead had slightly changed positions.

Carefully sensing the rhythm, a faint discordance arose.

Yu Ziqing closed his eyes, and his Yin God closed its eyes again, relying on the purest intuition to merge with this realm, sensing the rhythm.

His pace varied between quick and slow, trying to match the rhythm with his every step.

Suppressing his cultivation, without rushing for advancement, the invisible advantages became apparent at this moment.

His control over his body had increased dramatically invisibly, and the qi-blood within the seven hundred and twenty orifices started to dance with his footsteps and body in rhythm.

He seemed like he was dancing alone in this natural mysterious array.

With a turn and a backward step, his figure vanished from place and appeared elsewhere, his flickering frequency slowly synchronizing with the rhythm here.

Then, he sensed where the fleeting discordance lay.

Right at the center.

Opening his eyes, without stopping his body or steps, at this moment, in his eyes, he no longer saw the towering stone pillars, but rather a barren and deathly silent Grotto Heaven.

He saw the stone pillars dividing the entire Grotto Heaven into grids, large circles enclosing smaller ones, layer upon layer, like a complex compass.

Now, every grid on the compass was constantly operating, following predetermined rules, some moving forward, some backward.

Some of the smaller grids continually swapped positions with the corresponding ones.