Master of Strange Dao

"This is pure fury!"

It was a man-made disaster. A trivial County Magistrate pushed an ordinary person, ignited the fire in his chest, and soon after, ignited the fury in everyone within thousands of miles.

It's not just about Silver Lake draining. Even if you pour the waters from all four seas, you couldn't extinguish the fury of the populace.

No wonder no one dares to resolve the Sealing here, despite there being no visible flames anymore.

Because they are all afraid of the fire claiming their own lives, burning them alive!"

In the year Dingmao eighty-eight, according to the annals of Dadui, these were merely the first few decades of the Dingmao Period.

It's not that they were utterly helpless, just that no one dared to come.

Yu Ziqing's fury was almost ignited as well. As he watched the world around him begin to collapse, he somewhat regretted resolving the disaster here.

It's not worth it. The disaster here isn't worth resolving.

It should just be left as it is, persisting in this place.

If it weren't for that injustice, for the sufferings that preceded Wang Erniu's, the fury in his chest wouldn't have been ignited.

Even taking a step back, if this year had an overall environment like the one during Mu Shouchang's era, with the County Magistrate preferring death to dereliction, loyal to their duties, with the people living in peace and prosperity,

then the waning flame of fury in Wang Erniu would not even have ignited a single piece of dry straw.

Watching the world around him roll up like a scroll, Yu Ziqing glanced at Yang.

"Are you coming with me, or should I send you out first?"

"Send me out. I don't want to see that book, nor is it suitable for me to see."

Yu Ziqing sent Yang out and quietly waited, waiting for everything around him to collapse back into the pages.

Looking at the words on the pages, Yu Ziqing stared at An History Book and scoffed.

"Dingmao eighty-eight, Alien Fire from the heavens, thousands of miles of scorched earth, countless incinerated.

Alien Fire, cunning and unquenchable by rain, unstoppable by wind, a Divine from the Southern Sea, Ji Meng, arrived, casting a strange treasure into the river valley.

Galaxy fell to the earth, blocking its path, extinguishing its Fire Qi, creating Silver Lake, preserved for eternity.

Fire Qi completely dissolved, yet the Alien Fire remained unextinguished, the Faceless Man Yisaner, summoned the power of the Divine Dynasty, Sealing it, awaiting resolution.

What bullshit."

"Do you even qualify as a history book?"

An History Book had no reaction.

"What you've recorded, is it the unsettled truth of history or just a story that's been embellished?"

"Show some reaction; if this story can be altered at will, trivialized into a false peace, then I have no face to stamp this, find someone else to do it."

In an instant, the page that had begun to change color suddenly stopped. The blood-red hue within the text flowed, vivid enough to startle.

Yu Ziqing approached with a sneer and asked.

"Who wrote this record? Writing history without even daring to leave a name, what kind of history book is this, you might as well change An History Book into 'Tales of Dadui,' just a story to look at."

Being repeatedly mocked with the word "history" in its name, An History Book couldn't pretend anymore, it could no longer hold back.

It immediately revealed a few words.

Dingmao eighty-eight, Pen-holding Imperial Censor Fang Shouyi.

"Haha, there's such a position? Daring to let an Imperial Censor write the history? Where are the Historians? No wonder you've been altered beyond recognition."

An History Book, utterly unable to withstand the critique and without means to refute,

Sealed into it was something that couldn't be altered, because that was the disaster of the time. If they had the Great Divine Power to alter the disaster itself, they wouldn't need to seal it.

This is why the disaster of the Alien Fire, upon entry, already presented a scene of flames. It was designed so people wouldn't experience and see the preceding part.

But Yu Ziqing directly devoured all the Fire Qi, those parts could no longer be hidden from him.

Otherwise, the disaster wouldn't be considered resolved.

An History Book continued to tremble, and after a long while, strands of blood light condensed above it, slowly forming a red pen.

The red pen flew into Yu Ziqing's hand as if someone forcibly pushed it to him.

Yu Ziqing obviously understood its meaning.

The pen is yours, you write.

"If I'm to write, then I will!"

Yu Ziqing gripped the red pen and directly wrote on the back.

"Dingmao eighty-eight, Pen-holding Imperial Censor Fang Shouyi, complete bullshit, whitewashing peace and yet calling it a history book.

What divine Alien Fire, this is a human disaster.

The south transformed into miles of Ze Country, the north into barren lands, uncountable refugees and deaths, with nothing but corpses in the wastelands.

Disaster victim Wang Erniu, already a victim, his entire family dead in tragedy, yet further wronged and coerced to take the blame.

County Magistrate Zhao Lin of Qi City, corrupt and reckless, purposefully protecting his son Zhao Bin, wrongfully killed Wang Erniu.

Thus, Wang Erniu's deep grievances turned into raging flames, igniting the prison with other wronged souls.

Instantly, the fury rose, spreading like wildfire.

A bunch of fools, not thinking about how to solve the problem, only focused on sealing it off, trying to absolve themselves.

Not only did they seal it, but they also tampered with it, preventing others from understanding the source of the Alien Fire, barring any chance to resolve the disaster, truly heartless and mad.

Pen-holding Imperial Censor Fang Shouyi, County Magistrate Zhao Lin, son of the County Magistrate Zhao Bin, deserve your place in history, infamous for eternity."

Having written this, Yu Ziqing still wasn't relieved and continued to ask.

"Who else was there at the time, who bribed the Pen-holding Imperial Censor? Come on, tell me, I'll record them all, let them be infamous for eternity."