Master of Strange Dao

"Let's go."

Once everyone had exited the rift, the saliva on the talisman slowly evaporated and dissipated, and the talisman restored itself to normal.

Feng Buju and King Xiang couldn't help but glance at Yang.

They could all tell that it wasn't something that could be done just by spitting casually, but at this moment, they were too embarrassed to ask.

Yu Ziqing didn't understand either. He merely made a mental note to ask about it later.

"Stop staring. I simply used a bit of Evil Qi to temporarily block and conceal the talisman core on the talisman, a very simple trick. It just requires fine control to prevent triggering the talisman,"

Yang's voice resonated in Yu Ziqing's mind.

Yang gave Yu Ziqing a glance, his look suggesting, "I know exactly what nonsense you're thinking of."

Yu Ziqing maintained his composure and gave Yang a look that said, "You're really good at reading people."

This guy Yang must have secretly practiced the method of fine control he concocted.

Such a procedure, seemingly simple yet demanding high skills, was now a standard characteristic of Jinlan Mountain's secret techniques.

They weren't afraid of outsiders seeing it; if they saw it, they wouldn't understand, and even if they understood, they couldn't replicate it, and then they would continue not to understand.

This time, the group quickly reached their destination amidst the mountains.

At the entrance of the cave, only two Black Robed Men were guarding it, and beyond that, no others could be sensed.

"Let me do it."

Feng Buju stepped forward, one hand forming a Seal, the other fingers poised like a sword, pointing from afar.

In an instant, a web constructed of runes arose from beneath their feet, instantly sealing and suppressing them in place.

A breath later, all the runes dissolved, and the two men still stood unharmed in their original positions, seemingly still on alert.

However, when the group reached the cave entrance, the two men showed no reaction, and the group couldn't tell that they had been ensnared.

Yu Ziqing quietly noted down Feng Buju's technique, intending to learn it when he got back.

If he had known this trick earlier, he wouldn't have needed to waste time earlier; he could have resolved four men in an instant without killing anyone, which should have been feasible.

Deep inside the cave, it was still pitch black, with not a hint of light or breath of air, like a giant mouth of the Abyss, waiting for someone to jump into it.

"How is it?"

Yu Ziqing asked Feng Buju.

Feng Buju, with a stern face, stood at the edge of the hole, arms wide open, as if embracing a massive glowing compass in his chest.

He sensed it carefully for a moment, and his expression grew ever more solemn.

"We are at the edge of the Sealing, a very strange seal, not one of the techniques of the Feng and Yin Two Families. It must be an ancient seal from the Ancient times, when only those odd sealing methods were known."

"Can we enter?"

"I'm not sure."

Yang stood at the edge of the hole, looking deep into its depths, his eyes blinking, the rectangular pupils of his sheep eyes transforming into a pair of majestic vertical pupils.

His gaze pierced the darkness, peering downward.

For a fleeting moment, he seemed to see a chaotic and fragmented space below, within which a massive and malevolent Giant Beast swam, slumbering in the darkness.

Yang took a step back, and his eyes returned to normal.

He glanced at Yu Ziqing next to him, his voice resounding in Yu Ziqing's mind.

"This is definitely a seal, but something is not quite right."

Yu Ziqing crouched at the edge of the hole, staring into the silent darkness below, putting himself in their shoes, and began to ponder.

If he were the enemy, and all the hostages had been rescued, what would he do?

That faceless man had entered the Abyssal Rift twice, just to secretly place a talisman for monitoring. Was it to check if anyone entered?

Moreover, with the hostages rescued, the guards stationed outside were just two weaklings.

This wasn't confidence anymore, but arrogance, and pride.

Or rather, they were certain no one would discover their trap, or confident that no one could stop them.

His thoughts racing, Yu Ziqing looked at the group.

"Let's not waste any more time; let's descend now."

With that, Yu Ziqing leaped down into the dark cave.

Yang, standing at the edge, looked down and saw Yu Ziqing, like a gecko, clinging to the rock wall a few yards below, pulling out a Storage Bag and winking at Yang.

Yang understood instantly.

He jumped down first, his form flickering, and transformed into a speck of dust. At a glance, it looked as if he had dived into the Storage Bag, but actually, he had shrunk to the size of a rice grain hidden inside the collar of Yu Ziqing's neck.

Lou Huai followed by jumping down into the Storage Bag.

Feng Buju's eyes shifted, watching the faintly visible Yu Ziqing in the darkness and then jumped down after him.

King Xiang, though clueless, had a virtue of not overestimating his abilities just because he was powerful. Yu Ziqing's words were very effective on him; without asking anything, he readily jumped in and hid inside the Storage Bag.

Yu Ziqing concealed his aura, relying entirely on physical strength to hang on the rock wall.

He silently climbed downward for a while until he felt he was about to cross the boundary, then he stopped, hid his aura and strength, and his heartbeat started to slow down and breathing ceased, as he quietly waited there.

After waiting for the duration of one incense stick, Yu Ziqing heard a faint noise at his ears.

A soft voice drifted down from above.

"Have they all gone in?"

"Yes, all in. There's a Ninth Tier Strong among them; I didn't dare get too close. It seems they couldn't wait."

"This is an unexpected surprise. Not only did the Family Head of the Feng family come, but that King Xiang too, a Ninth Tier Strong, buried here, who could have thought."

Yu Ziqing listened to the barely discernible voices, staying calm and waiting quietly.

After another duration of one incense stick, when the two men still hadn't approached the cave, Yu Ziqing knew they wouldn't come. The trap here didn't need to be manually controlled; as long as someone jumped down, they would fall into it.

He spread his limbs like a gecko and slowly started to climb up.

Just as he was about to climb out of the hole, he opened the Storage Bag that housed the others and tossed it out.