Master of Strange Dao

A few years ago, a dean who was certain to reach the Ninth Tier if he Entered Dao had Fallen.

Dean Chuye personally went to investigate. After returning, he went into seclusion and has yet to emerge. It's said he also faced trouble during Entering Dao.

Among the Dao Cultivators, the two most promising individuals had both encountered problems.

Now the internal environment was in chaos. As the acting dean, he was feeling overwhelmed.

He sensed the invisible resistance during internal investigations, feeling the pressure.

He didn't know why or when things turned this way.

But he understood that within the Langya Institute, some people had lost their original purity and betrayed their true selves.

He slowly walked toward the Langya Institute, just like his original self, step by step.

His gaze gradually became firm.

This was a place of Dao for many people, many Dao Cultivators. He would never allow anyone to defile the purity and fundamental principles here.

If not strong enough, he'd make himself stronger.

If not powerful enough, then he'd become more powerful.

As he walked forward step by step, circles of Daoist Pattern began to emerge on his body, spreading like water waves around him.

The various Magical Treasures and items attached to his body were expelled.

His aura began to plummet rapidly, dropping until he turned completely into a Mortal, a withered old man.

Yet he slowly raised his head, his determination burning like fire in his eyes, taking another firm step forward.

In an instant, a wisp of aura appeared on his body.

All the expelled treasures returned and re-entered his body.

He stood in place for a long time, with the stone puppets of the Langya Institute quietly guarding around him.

Nearby, four other deans appeared to serve as his protectors.

"Congratulations to Dean Cheng for establishing Dao."

Dean Cheng looked around, cupped his hands in a salute.

"From today, I am named Jing, Cheng Jing."

The people didn't fully understand, but they knew that the word "Jing" was Dean Cheng's Dao credence.

He was a true Dao Cultivator, who had practiced Dao for many years and now, after Entering Dao, had established Dao.

Originally, Dean Cheng was not very outstanding among the deans.

But today, he suddenly established Dao, instantly leaving many deans behind.

Having completed this step, he was guaranteed to reach the Ninth Tier.

Among the Dao Cultivators, he would now be considered among the best.

He did not use force, and just like his former self, walked step by step into the Langya Institute, completing the establishment of Dao.

His gaze also transformed at this moment.

There was now a hint of sharpness in his eyes that other deans lacked.

No one could discern what the other deans were thinking, but they all knew Dean Cheng's change was certainly related to recent events.

Those who shared the same mindset as Dean Cheng naturally welcomed that sharpness.

But there were others who didn't want to see this outcome...

Unfortunately for them, their reluctance would no longer change anything.

From today onwards, Cheng Jing's authority as acting dean would certainly expand, and his actions would naturally proceed much more smoothly.

In this world, ultimately, strength and power held the truth.

For Dao Cultivators, transitioning from Entering Dao to establishing Dao represented a major leap, it equated to greater power.

...

Yu Ziqing opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, and, after confirming the direction was correct, continued his cultivation.

Having nothing to do on the journey, he decided to fold some armor. In case he encountered a Refining God master, he could at least resist. Not seeking great strength, just hoping not to be a burden.

After flying for several days, when they reached a certain sea area, everyone knew they had arrived.

The sea had no strong winds, yet the waves churned fiercely, and a deep, resonant sound was faintly heard from beneath the ocean.

King Xiang manipulated the Flying Boat, suddenly pulling it higher.

In the next moment, the sea surface ahead exploded.

A tail fin over a thousand zhang long emerged from the water, seeming to empty a massive section of the sea.

Massive volumes of seawater shot up, like powerful arrows, striking against the Flying Boat's defenses.

"The Flying Boat can't withstand it."

King Xiang retracted the Flying Boat, and everyone kept flying upward to avoid the barrage-like seawater below.

When the seawater calmed a bit, a massive swelling over tens of thousands of zhang rose again on the ocean's surface.

That swell exploded, and a deep blue giant whale, at least seven to eight thousand zhang long, burst out, heading toward the sky.

Wrapped around the giant whale was a deep red squid, similarly several thousand zhang long.

The squid's two tentacles were already swallowed into the whale's mouth, and half its body was also bitten by the whale.

The squid continuously struggled, its two tentacles covering the whale's eyes, wrapping around its head, and constricting.

The scene vanished in an instant as the two colossal beasts hurtled skyward, piercing the clouds in just two to three breaths of time.

The group followed closely, flying continuously, ascending above the clouds.

They saw the giant whale and squid breaking through layer after layer of clouds, continuously ascending, not stopping even at the Gang Wind Layer.

Gang Wind constantly washed over the two giant beasts. The whale's body emitted metallic clanging sounds, while the squid's surface echoed with the dull thuds like leather being struck.

Flying higher and higher, Yu Ziqing dared not continue the ascent any longer.

He waited just below the Gang Wind Layer and, after a short while, saw the heavily scarred giant whale descending from the sky, biting a more heavily wounded squid, accelerating toward the sea surface.