Master of Strange Dao

"If more of this seal can be broken in the future, surely someone will be able to survive, right?"

"It's one thing to let our descendants know, but the people of their era must all be informed."

"If any of those people, and those who altered records afterward, happen to survive the seal by chance, I will be the first to kill them. Otherwise, my resentment will not be quelled."

"If you know of any others, tell me now to save the trouble. In case I accidentally break a seal and end up saving someone."

"My mood would surely explode, and I'd do many irrational things."

"Like throwing you into a cesspit to soak, or deep into a pit."

There was no movement from An History Book, and after a moment, a streak of flowing light flew out and entered Yu Ziqing's head.

Yu Ziqing looked and saw only some execution scenes inside.

It included the Pen-holding Imperial Censor he had recorded, and a bunch of higher-ranked or lower-ranked individuals afterward, all subjected to extreme penalties.

Such matters were definitely to be recorded, and nobody dared to tamper with them.

Yu Ziqing opened his eyes and looked at An History Book, having roughly understood its meaning.

It was enough. An History Book, now filled with a bunch of scolding words in Yu Ziqing's haphazard, scribbling hand, had to hold its nose and tolerate it.

If he continued writing, Yu Ziqing would have to curse Emperor Dui as well.

"Alright then, since they are all dead and recorded, I'm too lazy to waste more ink and keep writing."

Having said that, Yu Ziqing casually pocketed the red pen.

An History Book showed no reaction, nothing at all.

Yu Ziqing glanced at his writing and had to admit, the words penned in a state of unresolved anger looked different, and although still quite distinctive, they had become somewhat appealing.

From the handwriting alone, one could tell that the scribe was so enraged while writing that his hands trembled, clearly conveying the immense indignation and collective outrage over the recorded calamities.

Anyone who would see this record in the future would surely share the same sentiment.

As his emotions gradually calmed, Yu Ziqing still felt a raging fire in his chest. He sighed, took out the County Magistrate Seal, and firmly stamped it onto the page.

In an instant, that page turned into clear black print on white paper, settled and final.

"This page can also turn into a Magical Treasure with Divine Skills, right?"

No sooner had he spoken than Yu Ziqing shook his head.

"Never mind, it was just a casual question."

The fury in his chest was already blazing; he didn't need the Divine Skills of that page.

Even if it was usable, Yu Ziqing no longer cared to use it.

That Divine Skill was almost like the commoners' last-ditch effort to perish together with everything outside.

It required the perfect alignment of time, location, and people to be effective.

And the result would just be mutual destruction.

It's better to forget it.

An History Book slowly closed.

With a thought, Yu Ziqing turned and left.

Back in the cave, he climbed up the stone wall to the surface.

Yang and King Xiang were already waiting outside.

Upon seeing Yu Ziqing, King Xiang asked no questions. Seeing that Yu Ziqing was unharmed, King Xiang said,

"It's good that you're safe. I'll go check the surroundings; I feel like someone is coming."

King Xiang left the cave to explore.

Yang watched King Xiang's departing figure and cracked a smile.

"You Zhen sure doesn't match what outsiders say about him, he's not just a headstrong fool."

"If he were really just a fool, he wouldn't have been able to hold the title of King Xiang peacefully for so many years, nor reach the Ninth Tier of cultivation," Yu Ziqing shook his head, scoffing at such rumors.

Seeing King Xiang's demeanor, Yu Ziqing knew he must have guessed some things.

Now he actively went out to investigate and stayed out of the upcoming conversation on purpose.

Whoever treats him as a mere brute is the real brute themselves.

"Is it handled?"

"It's done. I also recorded everything truthfully. Not doing so would have left me with lingering resentment."

"You better be careful. There is not much information about that Divine Dynasty, but I can be certain that that thing is one of their fallbacks.

You're not one of those Divine Dynasty people, without a single imprint on you, which is something to be thankful for."

"For people like King Xiang and myself, born in a certain Divine Dynasty, we naturally carry an imperceptible imprint from birth."

"Especially King Xiang, he doesn't dare to touch it, not even sparing it a glance."

"The same goes for me; perhaps touching it would invite unnecessary troubles."

"If possible, keep it away from me. It's best if I don't even see it."

"There's such a thing?" Yu Ziqing was somewhat surprised.

"The foundation and destiny of the Divine Dynasties boil down to their lowest strata of people, the foundation upon which everything else stands. Any person born or serving in a dynasty bears some mark, some trace of that dynasty's fate."

"However, you have none of it. Those of us from Jinlan Mountain seldom have any, most of them being generations that have lived in the Wilderness.

Without identity, without mark.

Their ancestors may have been people from a Divine Dynasty.

No one can be as clean as you, devoid of even the slightest trace in their bloodline.

So, there are things you can do that we cannot."

You can touch, you can observe, and you can act freely; we cannot."

Those from the Divine Dynasty, including those in the seal who manage to stay conscious and hold official ranks, they too can probably sense these things."