Master of Strange Dao

Actually, at the very beginning, Yu Ziqing had intended to collect some of the Silver Lake Water; however, his Magical Treasure was of too low a Grade, the Silver Lake Water too dense and powerful, he couldn't collect it at all.

As Yu Ziqing took out the Magical Treasure, one by one collecting, the water level of the deep pool began to slowly drop.

In the blink of an eye, a day had passed, and after all the water that contained a huge life force in the deep pool had been swept away, Yu Ziqing jumped down again.

He surveyed everything within the deep pool.

Apart from some silver Dragon Scales, there was nothing else of value.

After the routine collection, Yu Ziqing turned and walked away, circling the island once more, and only after finding nothing did he start to emulate the sea demons he had seen before, leaping into the sea and swimming away into the distance.

But after a two-hour period, Yu Ziqing looked up and saw an island appearing ahead.

It was still the same island; it was just the backside of it.

Yu Ziqing remained silent, turned around, and flew in the opposite direction. He left the island behind him, but before long, that island appeared again in front of him.

If this wasn't an Illusion Realm, Yu Ziqing would dare to twist off his own head and kick it around like a ball.

Once again stepping onto the shore of the island, Yu Ziqing pondered for a moment, closed his eyes, and quietly sensed, quietly contemplated.

He was sure that he was still inside the Mausoleum of the Evil Dragon.

Ever since he had seen the image of the Evil Dragon being born, Yu Ziqing was very certain that the creature was not just some dumb brute or worthless being as the legends claimed.

Being born at the Fifth Tier with a heritage of Scale Armor and protected by Dragon Patterns and Dragon Transformation, such a being, even if it just lay there sleeping soundly and did nothing but lie flat all day, not cultivating at all, would definitely be stronger than the Evil Dragon's final strength upon reaching adulthood.

The Ninth Tier Peak was just the minimum.

Whether it could rise further after that would start to depend on the Evil Dragon's own efforts and other factors.

As long as what he had just seen wasn't fake, there had to be a big problem here.

The man-made replica of the Natural Mysterious Array wasn't very powerful; anyone could reach the innermost part simply by charging with their eyes closed.

Now upon reconsideration, that very fact was abnormal.

What kind of Natural Mysterious Array could a Mortal just charge through with closed eyes and get out of?

This didn't add up; it was just an appearance, and the real way to get through the Maze was, like Yu Ziqing had done, to ignore the straightforward method and instead tediously follow the Natural Mysterious Array's rhythm, stepping to the beat and gradually moving inward.

Only at that moment, was it truly crossing the Maze.

This was the real Mausoleum, those who barged straight in would definitely end up in a false tomb.

In fact, Yu Ziqing himself didn't intend to enter in this way; he simply felt the rhythm and all his seven hundred and twenty orifices were pulsating with it, dancing along. He couldn't pass up learning such an advanced Step Technique that emerged from this.

He just wanted to learn nothing more.

Now standing on the sandy beach, he closed his eyes. The rhythm left behind by the Innate Yin God silently played in his mind, an ineffable feeling that made his flesh come alive and dance at this moment.

Comparing this place to the previous stone forest, the sandy beach was the starting point, and the central deep pool the innermost location.

If he was not mistaken, then the way to leave this place was the same as before.

His figure turned and danced, every step not too wide, yet gradually, his pace quickened and lengthened.

His figure flickered, constantly appearing across the entire island, circling around, inching ever closer to the central deep pool.

When he reached the edge of the deep pool, Yu Ziqing took a step, and the moment he entered the pool,

he threw out the Storage Bag that held the body of the sea demon.

The Storage Bag burst instantly, and as the body of the Four-Armed Sea Demon appeared mid-air, it suddenly opened its eyes, stretching out its four arms toward Yu Ziqing with a startled shout.

"Wait!"

But it was too late, Yu Ziqing had already stepped into the range of the deep pool and vanished from the spot.

In darkness and light trading places, once Yu Ziqing's eyes adjusted, he found himself in a group of undersea palaces.

He looked around, reining in his aura, first passively sensing, to get a feel for everything around him.

After confirming that the environment was safe, Yu Ziqing began to move slowly.

As he had deduced, the scene had changed again.

He had already inferred many things were not as they seemed. Did that Four-Armed Sea Demon think he was a fool?

Among all the people in the entire scene, only the Four-Armed Sea Demon had interacted with him. It was so obvious, how could Yu Ziqing not realize something was amiss.

When he determined that the Illusion Realm was actually the true entrance to the Mausoleum, Yu Ziqing naturally arrived at another conclusion.

The Four-Armed Sea Demon, the only one who interacted with him in the Illusion Realm, was actually the Evil Dragon itself.

And the juvenile dragon seen emerging in the illusion was just that—illusion, a real event from the past materialized into vision.

Bearing in mind the truth that those who tease first are despicable, he could reach the heart of the matter directly.

The Four-Armed Sea Demon was the Evil Dragon buried here.

Knowing his own reputation outside, he didn't use his real form at all.

No matter how high the juvenile dragon's innate spirituality was at birth, it couldn't deny that it was still the Evil Dragon.

And everyone who came from outside, no matter who, would naturally maintain vigilance and disgust towards the Evil Dragon.