Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing held Little Ao Qing, performing the Maze Step Technique, and vanished from the first layer of the island in the Inner Mausoleum.

But when he returned to the stone forest, he found his arms empty, and Little Ao Qing was gone.

His expression remained calm; he had long anticipated things would not be so simple.

The Inner Mausoleum was designed to ensure the burial of the cursed power and preserve a portion of spiritual purity. Ao Qing was not something that could easily be taken away.

Rising from the coffin was never an easy task.

Returning once more to the first layer island, he found Little Ao Qing still there.

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't work. I'm already very satisfied..." Little Ao Qing smiled, without a hint of disappointment.

"It's not up to you. What matters is what I decide. Don't speak. I have plenty of methods; we'll try them slowly."

Yu Ziqing supplemented with another Devil Pill, Demonic Qi surging through him. Without another word, he grabbed Little Ao Qing. After a brief deliberation, he wrapped Ao Qing in Demonic Qi. With a step, he vanished from the first layer of the island in the Inner Mausoleum.

A shimmer of light flickered, and he stood once again in the stone forest.

At the center of the stone forest, in a place where no light could penetrate, Yu Ziqing faintly felt an oppressive and terrifying presence fluctuating.

In his arms lay the Demonic Qi-wrapped Little Ao Qing.

Little Ao Qing's eyes widened in shock at the scene outside.

Yu Ziqing felt a laugh coming on. The monstrous manifestation of the cursed power, which no other power could defeat, was utterly vulnerable once he fully embraced devilish power like a Devil Head.

In the end, they relied on the Devil Head's strength to bring Little Ao Qing out.

Under normal circumstances, the curse would indeed be a deadlock, unsolvable.

Devil Heads couldn't enter the Inner Mausoleum, and without their power, Little Ao Qing couldn't be taken out. Moreover, no typical Devil Head would partake in such deeds, beneficial to others but not to itself.

Thinking it over, Yu Ziqing could only agree with Yang's assessment; the luck of that Evil Dragon had plummeted into the negatives, its entire being blackened by misfortune, so much so that anyone standing beside it would seem blessed with grand fortune, a Child of Fate.

"Don't move; he might sense you."

Yu Ziqing cautioned, holding Little Ao Qing, decisively moving with the Maze Step Technique, heading rapidly towards the mausoleum's exit.

As Yu Ziqing burst out of the mausoleum, he immediately sensed someone seemingly watching, their strength not weak.

"You see that imprint, right? That was given to me by a young Ao Qing. Try to rely on it; what happens next isn't for kids to see."

Ao Qing clung to Yu Ziqing's neck, obediently acknowledging. Now, he had absolute trust in Yu Ziqing. Even if he knew what might happen, he found contentment in Yu Ziqing treating him purely as a child.

This brought him great joy.

He tried touching the imprint, transforming into a light and immersing into it.

Yu Ziqing reopened his eyes, now laced with a hint of murderous intent.

He was just an ordinary person, yet the recent events had left him simmering with rage, every time recalling the scene of young Ao Qing, smiling gratefully at him before fading away, it provoked his ire.

An ire directed at no one in particular.

Upon making his exit, he immediately sensed someone observing him, with that malice almost glaringly evident.

Yu Ziqing, gritting his teeth, silently thanked the ancestors of these beings, for birthing such subjects to vent his fury upon.

He observed the stratification of the seawater, his figure flickered, swimming forward.

Principles needed adhering to; if no one bothered him, Yu Ziqing acted unaware, but if anyone dared assault, he would wreak havoc without hesitation.

Swimming merely miles, Yu Ziqing detected the encroaching malice, escalating to murderous intent, triggering alarm bells in his Yin God.

Yu Ziqing halted, surveying the dark surroundings, he grinned.

"You want to kill me?"

In the deep sea's obscurity, a nearly transparent sea demon suddenly grew vigilant.

He sensed a surging crisis from the figure enveloped in Demonic Qi before him, intensifying swiftly.

Without hesitation, he turned to flee, even neglecting concealment.

This fleeing sea demon ignited a fuse, prompting those hidden in shadows to spring into action.

Even within the palace whence Yu Ziqing emerged, some hurried out.

Everyone seeking to fish in troubled waters aimed inward, except for one racing outward, that devilish figure they presumed had reaped substantial gains.

Yu Ziqing's body slowly descended, contacting the seabed's layer of One Element Heavy Water.

Mobilizing Gui Water Qi within, he shaped it into a conglomerate, forcibly propelling it into the layer of One Element Heavy Water.

In an instant, muffled thunder resounded.

The seabed flowed quietly, and with the stratified seawater, the One Element Heavy Water, spurred by Gui Water Qi, erupted like a volcanic explosion, stirring thousand-layered waves.

One Element Heavy Water, belonging to Ren Water and yang among Yin Yang and Five Elements, contrasted with the utmost yin and softness of Gui Water Qi from Silver Lake that Yu Ziqing harnessed.

The subterranean One-element Heavy Water River was a powder keg, any provocation could lead to self-immolation.

Now, Yu Ziqing forcibly clashed Gui Water Qi with One Element Heavy Water in the fiercest way, burying the Gui Water Qi within, beyond mere provocation.