Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing's entire body was charred, and he grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"I am already numb. Other than not dying, everything else is not so great..."

"Ah... I feel... ah... very good..." Lou Huai replied while screaming miserably. His body, filled with demonic qi, had been thoroughly cleansed, and his strength, which had barely reached Third-tier, was forcibly knocked down to First-tier.

However, despite being weaker, his resistance to the Heavenly Tribulation had become stronger.

And within the imprint, Ao Qing was shrouded in lightning, becoming two years younger, but the lightning barely harmed him anymore.

Yang sensed the gathering force above his head and chuckled.

"That True Dragon lineage is a disaster, we might as well destroy it together."

The Evil Dragon's consciousness had been reduced to its last sliver, lacking even the strength to roar, and he could only stare blankly at the Thunder Light gathering in the sky.

Yang, controlling the refining part of the flesh, continuously condensed the True Dragon Blood within the Evil Dragon's head.

In an instant, the remaining sliver of the Evil Dragon's consciousness was slightly restored. He roared furiously, transforming the gathered True Dragon Blood into a ball of blood light, which he spewed from his mouth, clashing with the falling lightning from the sky.

In a flash, the Thunder Light was halted there, and the power of the True Dragon Blood was completely unleashed all at once.

A vast Azure Dragon Illusion, spanning thousands of meters, suddenly emerged there.

The oppressive might belonging to a True Dragon instantly spread out, causing even the tribulation clouds to pause slightly.

The Azure Dragon roared in fury towards the sky, blacks runic chains entwined his body, embedding into his flesh, and a dense aura of Curse energy abruptly emerged.

The Azure Dragon Illusion blocked the Thunder Light and glanced downward, casually striking with a claw, piercing through the Evil Dragon's head, extracting a dragon-shaped illusion wrapped in black qi, and crushed it with ease.

Afterward, his gaze passed over the Evil Dragon's body, seeing the Black Dragon below, seeing Yu Ziqing, seeing Ao Qing, and seeing Lou Huai.

His gaze faltered slightly, then he opened his mouth and laughed at the sky.

"Marvelous..."

With a hearty laugh, the Azure Dragon looked at himself again, his body covered with chains embedded into his flesh, merged as one with him as curses.

"Friend, let me lend you a hand."

"We are born of this world, grow in this world, die in this world, standing tall and proud with righteous spirit enduring forever, hahaha..."

The Azure Dragon Illusion left with a sentence, laughing loudly as he soared upwards, with his phantom alone withstanding the final strike of the tribulation clouds, forcefully pushing all the power back into the tribulation cloud.

The Azure Dragon Illusion shattered within the tribulation cloud, dissipating.

But that final strike of the tribulation cloud transformed into a radiance, continuing to fall.

This time, however, that radiance carried no destructive power, continuously merging into their bodies, healing their injuries, and fortifying their foundations.

The Evil Dragon also completely turned into a corpse, thoroughly refined by Yang.

With a thought, Yang caused the Evil Dragon's corpse to continuously shrink, transforming into a ring worn on his claw, absorbing the radiance, gradually enlarging his body.

Naturally reaching Seventh Tier.

Meanwhile, Yu Ziqing sensed one of his orifices start to pulsate, immediately exerting his utmost effort to absorb the Creation Light, directing it into that particular orifice.

He no longer had time to ponder why the True Dragon Blood, completely unleashed in a self-destructive manner, should have attracted the True Dragon Illusion.

He only wished not to squander the goodwill of the giant.

He even released Ao Qing, urging not to waste it.

Ao Qing's Spiritual Light, having been tempered by the Heavenly Tribulation, had transformed into an eight-year-old child, and upon absorbing the radiance, swiftly generated blood and flesh, creating a physical body.

Lou Huai laughed so much that his mouth crooked, extending his neck and arms, continuously absorbing the radiance.

An hour later, the radiance gradually dissipated, and the tribulation clouds quietly disappeared as well.

The group tacitly restrained their breaths and descended into the sea.

Once deep beneath the sea, already transformed into a Black Dragon, Yang's form shifted, turning once more into a Black Mountain Sheep.

"Let's hurry, someone's coming shortly."

Yang opened his mouth, spewing a bubble that enveloped the group, stealthily advancing along the seabed.

Yu Ziqing held the now clearly flesh-bearing Little Ao Qing; there were many things he couldn't ask at the moment, so he temporarily set them aside.

Everyone agreed it was best to flee quickly.

If only the Evil Dragon fell, people would come to inspect, possibly looking for an opportunity, let alone when an Azure Dragon Illusion was also summoned, it would be bizarre if no one came.

Yu Ziqing glanced at the direction Yang was headed and said nothing more.

The group stealthily retraced their steps to the place Yu Ziqing initially appeared in the East Sea, with Yu Ziqing leading them to the rift he had emerged from, secretly delving into the rift.

Preparing to traverse the Abyss, returning to the Abyssal Rift in Northwest Dali.

By then, whatever excuses they concoct, the matter would have nothing to do with them.

"Can you still hide in that imprint?" Yu Ziqing asked Little Ao Qing.

Ao Qing nodded, transforming into a spirit light and returned to the imprint.

Yu Ziqing then looked at Yang.

"Can you hide yourself?"

Yang's form flickered, shrinking to the size of a grain of rice, hiding behind Yu Ziqing's collar.

Yu Ziqing secretly envied, turning into a dragon had its perks, changing size at will, and turning back into a sheep, such transformative techniques, he feared he couldn't learn.

Yu Ziqing urged the Two-headed Snake, which still had a breath left, channeling power to envelop his entire body, disguising as a Black Sky Devil.

Lou Huai, needless to say, swiftly turned into dark smoke, slipping into Yu Ziqing's boots.

Yu Ziqing glanced back, crossed the rift, and re-entered the Nu River in the Abyss.

Crossing the rift, he quietly floated upwards, sensed for a moment, before cautiously surfacing to take a look.

The surroundings were in disarray, but there was no longer any commotion, presumably, those two Devils had finished their fight.

Upon reaching the shore, Yu Ziqing ascertained the direction, heading upstream along the Nu River, sprinting all the way.

The area near the river belonged to the Black Sky Devil's territory, no other Devils would appear.

Days later, Yu Ziqing leapt into the rift, silently returning to his small courtyard.

After brewing tea and resting there, Yu Ziqing cast a glance eastward, chuckling.

He had never visited the East Sea. He was always in Northwest Dali, miles away from there, none of it concerned him.

At most, months later, when news reached, he would remark with a sigh, "Ah, finally, that Evil Dragon was dead, what great news for everyone."