Master of Strange Dao

Yet facing an ordinary Four-Armed Sea Demon, it might not be the case.

Just by probing a little, he couldn't help but reveal himself.

He would rather expose himself, just to make me wait.

Was he trying to fool me?

Or did he want something from me?

Yu Ziqing's thoughts raced as he considered the ostensibly useless Natural Mysterious Array replication.

No matter how he looked at it, the Natural Mysterious Array seemed like a selection device.

An old fellow like Yang hadn't noticed anything wrong, but as soon as he slightly sensed it, he detected that slight discordance.

And the resonance of the seven hundred and twenty orifices…

Yu Ziqing thought that perhaps only those like him, who had opened all seven hundred and twenty orifices, could sense that discordance and capture the change in rhythm.

If it were switched to other races, it would naturally be cultivation perfected, just like that juvenile dragon after its birth, with each scale carrying an inheritance rune. Essentially, it was similar, only differing in strength variation.

And this was what constituted the selection, allowing only those who met the conditions and could detect changes to enter the true Mausoleum.

Why select these individuals?

Apart from the possibility of another life, Yu Ziqing couldn't think of any other reason.

Especially witnessing the birth of the Evil Dragon, with its terrifying spirituality and innate condition.

Yu Ziqing felt that the rumors outside might not be taken too seriously.

If the Evil Dragon's spiritual wisdom were this high, along with his final outcome, how could he still think it was necessary to be reborn with a True Dragon bloodline to accept it, that nothing else would suffice?

Anyway, Yu Ziqing felt that this Evil Dragon had no good intentions.

It was better to be cautious, and besides, previously, he had exhausted all his armor to prevent possession and didn't waste more time piling it up. In his spare time, he had stacked it a little, now over two thousand layers.

It didn't feel very safe, so it was better to be cautious.

...

At the center of the stone forest, Yang had already passed through layer upon layer of obstacles and reached the deepest part of the Mausoleum.

Yu Ziqing had not yet arrived, and Yang wasn't too worried.

As long as the Evil Dragon hadn't returned, with Yu Ziqing's strength, he could explore on his own, gain some experience, and with a Void Escape Scroll for protection, at least he wouldn't die.

As long as he didn't die, it wasn't a big problem; sometimes getting beaten and hitting walls was also a good thing.

No matter how much knowledge one gained, it didn't match personal experience.

As for that Devil, Yang indeed didn't quite trust him; he wasn't even willing to call Yu Ziqing's True Name in front of the Devil, which was his way of showing Yu Ziqing his attitude.

He didn't believe, yet he didn't consider the Devil a fool either.

Clinging to Yu Ziqing's thigh, that Devil's future path would widen, at least he wouldn't be devoured by a hungry ghost one day.

That Devil would surely protect Yu Ziqing to his death.

The deepest part of the Mausoleum was a huge cave, stretching over ten thousand feet, enough for the Evil Dragon to reveal its true form and sleep here.

Yang galloped everywhere, leaving behind hoofprints on the ground.

After he rushed into the cave, a Black-Robed Man appeared behind.

The Black-Robed Man's feet didn't touch the ground, walking three inches above, treading the void.

As he was about to reach the entrance of the huge cave, the hoofprints around him began to light up.

Intersecting footprints sketched out runes, abruptly releasing power, transforming into a trapping array, ensnaring him in it.

The Black-Robed Man looked up, seeing ahead a Black Mountain Sheep hovering in the air, surrounded by dreadful demon qi, evil qi steaming, staring at him with long rectangular eyes.

"When did the Jinyi Wei dare to meddle in the Demon Clan's affairs? Is it your Commander taking advantage of Emperor Qian's seclusion to ally with the Crown Prince or that Prince, or does your Commander have his own ideas?"

Yang eyed the Black-Robed Man up and down, asking a question on his own.

"You've got the wrong person, I'm not one of those minion dogs." The Black-Robed Man flatly denied it.

"Heh, minion dogs, that's considered a compliment in the Jinyi Wei." Yang shook his head, letting out a sarcastic laugh: "What? Don't tell me you're from the Shadow Department? I know all the Shadow Envoys of the Shadow Department except the newly appointed Su Li. Which one are you? Don't tell me you're Su Li, that guy got lucky, and even now he's only Fourth or Fifth Tier."

"..." The Black-Robed Man fell silent for a moment, wanting to say he wasn't from the Divine Dynasty.

But at that moment, he realized he fell into the trap with his first sentence.

With matters involving the Commander, the Crown Prince, and Emperor Qian, his instinctive reaction had already exposed him.

Now, he carefully examined the trapping array beneath his feet. If he were from the Shadow Department and had mastered the Shadow Great Escape, he could have easily escaped by now.

The setup of this trapping array was also deliberately arranged.

He could no longer discern anything.

"There's no need for you to struggle, you're not Eighth Tier, you can't possibly detain me, you can't even hurt me.

"Regardless of any means you have, you can't stop me from sending out the message.

"As long as you walk out of this trapping array, today, the entire world will know that people from the Daqian Divine Dynasty's Jinyi Wei are here.

"Emperor Qian breached the covenant, coveted the True Dragon bloodline of the Dragon Clan.

"In three days, my billions from the Demon Clan, led by the Dragon Clan, will go to war with your Daqian.

"The matters of my Demon Clan do not allow interference from your Daqian."

Yang's tone was chilling, his whole body steaming with evil qi, his eyes turning jet black, speaking with determined intensity, not allowing a sliver of doubt.

The Black-Robed Man remained silent for a moment, quietly dispelling his prepared means.