Master of Strange Dao

"Let's do it, let us be completely buried with this guy. It's the only way I can see, if I could, I wish he were dead, and I know my physical body is already dead. It no longer has any spirituality, my complete death is just a matter of time. Go on, don't hesitate."

Yu Ziqing never imagined that the experiment he had been longing for would manifest in such a situation.

He had to strike with the thought of killing Ao Qing to unleash his power.

"Do it!" Ao Qing shouted once more.

Yu Ziqing slightly lowered his eyelids, silently taking out the rusty sword from his chest.

The rusty sword automatically detached, leaving only a hilt, without a blade.

A terrible aura suddenly erupted from Yu Ziqing, sending the continuously attacking little monsters around flying, shredding them into dust in an instant.

His power soared, the surrounding seawater was forcibly pushed away, his pressure was palpable, and under this pressure, the ground constantly crumbled.

The volcano slowly shattered, Yu Ziqing held the hilt. Though he was about to kill, for the first time, he lacked the intention and aura of killing.

Thus, his sword had only a hilt, with no blade or edge.

As the volcano crumbled, a large monster rushed out, reaching towards Yu Ziqing.

But ten feet away, it was stopped by an invisible force.

Yu Ziqing was able to judge now that this was an Eighth Tier monster.

And by using twenty-year-old Ao Qing as the criterion, using the life Ao Qing gifted him as the foundation, the power Yu Ziqing obtained far exceeded Ao Qing at his peak at twenty.

"Ao Qing, farewell."

"Thank you."

Freed from restraints, Ao Qing stood within the lava, respectfully bowing deeply.

Yu Ziqing opened his eyes, filled with compassion, without a hint of killing intent, swung the strongest sword strike.

For Ao Qing at this moment could not withstand even the first blow.

In Yu Ziqing's current state, no matter how he held back or sought loopholes, it was impossible. Ao Qing only had one breath left, even skin contact would kill him.

And Yu Ziqing knew, he did not wish to die in front of that monster.

So, Yu Ziqing let the monster stand between them, wanting Ao Qing to see the monster die first.

As Yu Ziqing swung the hilt, endless radiance surged out, illuminating every corner of the inner mausoleum's third layer.

The monster took the brunt, melting amidst the brilliance, screaming.

Countless black smoke evaporated as shadows were lit, the gigantic monster was forcefully vaporized, leaving no residue.

The brilliance continued to shine upon Ao Qing's body.

Instantly, large amounts of black smoke emerged from him, evaporating in the light.

His body too slowly melted, gradually dissipating in the radiance.

Once more, he bowed towards Yu Ziqing.

"Thank you..."

Gradually, his body completely vanished.

Yu Ziqing silently floated there, gripping the hilt, looking up at the sky.

The dim seabed, now bright, the volcano slowly calmed and vanished, the foul odor disappeared, the raging intent dissipated, leaving behind only clear seawater, emitting light from all directions.

Serenity, tranquility.

Yu Ziqing stood there, feeling it for a long time.

Even if he had helped Ao Qing achieve his wish, as a Sword Holder, he still felt uneasy in his heart.

Knowing exactly what Ao Qing's wish was, he hesitated for a long time, then asked the question.

He could have turned and left, burying Ao Qing with that monster.

Sighing, Yu Ziqing sheathed the short sword.

With one step, he disappeared from the third layer inner mausoleum.

Returning to the second layer, the ten-year-old Ao Qing saw that Yu Ziqing appeared to be in a bad mood, also knowing it was because he could not save the twenty-year-old Ao Qing.

"Let's go."

Ao Qing waved to the others, who all turned into streams of light, voluntarily entering Ao Qing.

With increasing spirituality, Ao Qing's gaze became livelier.

He once again dragged out that box.

"You must keep this."

"Alright." Yu Ziqing glanced at the imprint on his right hand and took the box.

Yu Ziqing stepped forward, picking up Little Ao Qing, and with a sudden burst, two breaths later, they vanished.

They returned to the first layer, the island of Ao Qing's birth.

Upon their arrival, they saw a Four-Armed Sea Demon flying toward them from afar.

Still midair, the Four-Armed Sea Demon let out a joyous cheer, then transformed into a juvenile dragon, rushing towards Ao Qing.

Ao Qing extended his hands, ready to receive him, but Yu Ziqing suddenly pulled him behind, extending another hand, gripping the juvenile dragon's neck, lifting it up.

"Ao Qing, stand behind me."

Yu Ziqing instructed, and the ten-year-old Ao Qing, though confused, obediently hid.

Yu Ziqing's eyes were fixed on the juvenile dragon, fury boiling in them.

"I just killed someone I didn't want to kill because he wished to die along with the curse. As long as he was the last to die, it was fine. I'm already displeased, and you dare rush in front of me."

The juvenile dragon flailed its body in terror, attempting to speak, but was choked firmly, Yu Ziqing's hand almost squeezing it to death.

Yu Ziqing's fury burned higher and higher.

The young Ao Qing had entrusted his life to him along with everything.

His gifting offered him a chance to close his eyes peacefully.

Now, it also gave Ao Qing an opportunity.

Upon returning from the third layer and seeing the ten-year-old Ao Qing, the rust on the rusty sword began to fall off.

Yet when he reached the first layer and saw the juvenile dragon, the rusty sword showed no reaction.

At this moment, Yu Ziqing recalled the beginning, when the Four-Armed Sea Demon pretended to be dead, a wisp of Devil Thought landed on him, which the Yin God ate like candy.

He finally realized where something felt amiss.

If the Four-Armed Sea Demon in the first layer was Ao Qing at one year old, how did the Devil Thought occur?

That Devil Thought wasn't formidable, the Yin God considered it of ordinary taste.

During Ao Qing's peak spirituality, such an entity couldn't possibly exist.

That was the conflicting point.

With the rusty sword having no reaction, Yu Ziqing fully understood this juvenile dragon couldn't be Ao Qing at one year old.

Furthermore, with each burial, part of the curse was buried.

Yu Ziqing knew a one-year-old Ao Qing likely died long ago.

And this bastard stationed at the first layer, being the first to meet those who arrived, ensured those with little hope had none at all.

This guy was formed by the curse's power, not wanting to leave, merely desiring Ao Qing's complete demise.

Swallowing a Devil Pill, Yu Ziqing demonized instantly, crushing the juvenile dragon with bare hands, reducing it to ashes in his grip.

As the juvenile dragon dissolved, another devil thought emerged, still trying to harm Ao Qing. Yu Ziqing inhaled it directly.

The Yin God, eyes closed, munching the snack, gave feedback.

Ordinary stuff.

As the first layer of curse vanished, a sense of serenity filled the air as the radiance shone down.

Yu Ziqing extended his hand, looking toward Ao Qing.

"Let's go."