Master of Strange Dao

He was the kind of guy whose Primordial Spirit was injured. He didn't dare to reveal his identity, as if he went to the East Sea, he would definitely be slaughtered by the Old Dragon King as an appetizer.

Heading west was out of the question too—back then, the terrifying scene of the Emperor's Liquid being cornered before it even fell still haunted his mind. He would never go there even if it meant dying.

So he could only continue south, deeper into the deep sea.

He never expected that, having come so far, he would just happen to meet Feng Buju and his party.

And even glimpse their secret.

In an instant, the four characters "Dao to Death" shone brightly in his mind, making sure he didn't miss them.

This was his disaster.

On the other side, Yu Ziqing glanced toward the Black Robed Man.

"Someone is watching us."

As soon as Yu Ziqing finished speaking, Zizaitian started struggling madly.

Instead of forming a physical body, he forcefully gathered his head first, with a hint of joy on his face, and shouted in that direction.

"Come and save me!"

The sound waves rolled with the sea breeze, spreading out.

When the Black Robed Man faintly heard those words, his hair stood on end, and his splitting Primordial Spirit trembled slightly with the warning signs in his heart flaring.

"Damn it, how despicable, what a trap! Trying to set me up?"

With a roar, the Black Robed Man turned around and ran, using every ounce of power spilling from his Primordial Spirit to fuel his Escape Technique.

In the blink of an eye, the Black Robed Man disappeared without a trace.

Only after running wildly for thousands of miles did he stop, panting heavily, as the flickering warning in his heart finally dissipated.

He was now entirely sure that his disaster had arrived.

Feng Buju and King Xiang were his disasters.

That Devil was also his disaster.

Perhaps even Qing Ziyu was his disaster.

Otherwise, there was no way he would continuously encounter them twice, almost traversing the entire Southern Sea.

Before his Primordial Spirit recovered, if he saw those two, he would automatically retreat three thousand miles away, never encountering them.

Otherwise, in his current state, combined with terrible luck, given that they were his disaster, he was sure to die without a doubt.

...

"Uh..." Yu Ziqing looked bewildered: "What happened over there? I think I saw it wrong."

"You didn't seem to see it wrong..." King Xiang hovered in the air, equally bewildered, "I saw a strong individual. His Escape Skill was incredibly exquisite. In an instant, he covered dozens of miles. In just a few breaths, he exceeded the limit of my vision, and I only saw a stream of light flash by. Could it be a Ninth Tier Strong?"

"It seems like it, maybe he was just passing by and accidentally glanced over here?"

When Feng Buju said this, he was a little unsure of himself.

Because Zizaitian seemed to know that person, struggling with all his might within the Sealing Devil Array, just to shout for that person to save him.

But unexpectedly, that person ran so fast.

It seemed that he even cursed. Feng Buju couldn't understand the curse, perhaps some dialect from South Qian, but he roughly understood that the tone didn't suggest anything good.

Zizaitian also froze in place, even as his Heavenly Demon head was twisted off by Yu Ziqing's Yin God, he didn't utter a word.

"Zizaitian, who was that just now? Someone you know?"

Zizaitian stayed silent, giving up resistance, lying flat to let the Yin God devour.

"Zizaitian, this doesn't seem like you. Usually, until the end, you struggle with all your might, never giving up any hope."

Yu Ziqing was intrigued. This situation was unusual.

He had dealt with Zizaitian more than once, familiar with his personality.

The kind who would spit at you even when dying, who would still hurl a few harsh words even if facing death.

Now, he lay flat, not even muttering a single harsh word.

Yu Ziqing found it quite uncharacteristic.

"That guy, his Primordial Spirit severely wounded, if he dared to come, he'd be doomed; if he didn't come, fleeing at once was the normal choice.

Why do you seem so deeply affected?

Let me guess, you've been here for over two thousand years. Separated by dozens of miles, yet you recognize him at a glance.

You knew him over two thousand years ago, right?

You could still call him to save you, which means you are in cahoots with him, right?"

Yet Zizaitian neither reformed his head nor responded to Yu Ziqing's words, playing dead.

"It seems that group has been around for a very long time, always hidden.

Stop playing dead. That Black Robed Man's group was exposed years ago.

They poisoned within the Grotto Heaven, kidnapped Yin Family members, expanded the Abyssal Rift, and did countless things.

Now it seems, in the matters with Old Emperor Zhen back then, and your Heavenly Demon self, they had a hand in it. Their reach is truly extensive.

But it looks like they've abandoned you now, Zizaitian, what's the point of playing dead here?"

Despite Yu Ziqing's words, Zizaitian continued playing dead, unwilling to even form a head, showing not a single expression, to avoid revealing anything to Yu Ziqing.

Aside, Feng Buju's face was as calm as water, with the Feng and Yin Two Families being closely linked, someone targeting the Yin Family wasn't much different from targeting the Feng Family.

He also wanted to know who the people behind this were.

Next to him, King Xiang's eyes brimmed with killing intent.

He suppressed his anger, restrained his urge to question, not uttering a word.

He knew that the Heavenly Demon feared nothing, not even death at that moment.