Master of Strange Dao

Covered in wounds and bleeding profusely, Xia Shuang immediately dispersed her True Body and flew to Yu Ziqing's side, standing behind him demurely with her eyes lowered.

She glanced at Yisaner, and although he was already dead, his aura had climbed to the realm of the Third Tribulation.

Under the heavens, there are but a few masters capable of opposing him, countable on one's fingers.

Next to him was an Eighth Tier Tomb Ghost enveloped in the aura of a curse.

Moreover, she had just witnessed a Black Dragon at a mere Seventh Tier, manage to kill a Ninth Tier while under attack from a God-slaying Crossbow and God Slaying Arrow.

And that legendary figure who could probably kill her with a single punch didn't even make an appearance.

She felt she must show the deceased before her adequate respect.

"I want to ask a question, can he use your family's Dharma Method?"

Xia Shuang looked at Yisaner hesitantly for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"It's not to be spread outside, is it? If you pass it to him, I can go to your family to apprentice."

Yu Ziqing really didn't want to see another person die before him.

Within the sealing of An History Book, there was no choice, as those people had long died, and what he saw might not even be their real selves.

"Little Uncle Master, it's really not that I'm unwilling, nor is my family, but that inheritance requires one to begin cultivation while alive. After death, one must return to our home and rely on that environment to complete such transformation," Xia Shuang said without elaborating, yet Yu Ziqing understood that such methods, which truly begin after death, were beyond the reach of someone like Yisaner.

The transformation of the Xi Family was not so easily accomplished either.

Yu Ziqing understood, things definitely weren't as simple as they seemed; if they were, the Xi Family wouldn't have so few remaining by now.

He merely wanted to try, just in case...

"You needn't worry about me, my death is of no consequence, nor do I have any regrets," Yisaner declared with a carefree smile.

With a step into the void, he crossed a bridge of residual Death Qi in midair, entering the brilliant Great Sun Divine Light.

In a mere instant, the Great Sun Divine Light shattered like an immense glass, scattering into a sky filled with crystal clear light.

Yisaner stood suspended in the void, with a clenched hand, a perfectly detailed, lifelike hand of condensed Death Qi already grasping the strong opponent who had fought with Xia Shuang.

Yisaner was ruthless, not giving the man a chance to utter a word before crushing him to death, obliterating both his divine essence and form.

"To be an enemy of the Lord, one must either harbor ulterior motives or be the end period remnants not worth sparing," he said.

By now, Yisaner had absorbed all the Death Qi from the Grotto Heaven into his body, and his aura continued to climb beyond the Third Tribulation, but no matter how strong, Yu Ziqing could no longer gauge it.

"Everyone, take care, I am off," Yisaner announced as he was about to leave, effortlessly resolving a major trouble.

As he left the Grotto Heaven, Yu Ziqing also followed him out.

"I will see you off for a part of your journey."

"No need, you're not suited to send me off. I only wish to die on my former soil and take one last look," Yisaner said, stepping onto a black Long Bridge that formed beneath his feet and soared into the heavens.

He stepped across the void, headed westward, gazing down upon everything below him.

He was thick with Death Qi, now at his former peak, nearly reaching the state of a Ninth Tier Peak.

He crossed Dali flamboyantly, slanting towards the south of the Wilderness.

He then passed over Kuihou Country, borrowing the airspace of North West Qian.

Along the way, countless eyes focused on him, yet no one came forward, nor dared to obstruct him.

A once-strong, now-dead individual, he reached the final stage before turning to ashes, and with the strength equivalent to Ninth Tier Peak, no one was foolish enough to provoke him.

Even as he passed overhead, they all held their noses and endured.

Yisaner, sensing those gazes, roughly knew that there were still many strong figures in this era.

But it didn't matter anymore; he disregarded those people, and they ignored his presence.

Arriving in the Wilderness, Yisaner looked down at the soil beneath his feet, his emotions surging and his gaze a complex mix.

As he neared the Silver Lake Forbidden Land and beheld the land below that had once been scorched by rage, he slowly descended to the ground, picked up a handful of soil, and held it with both hands, closing his eyes gently.

"Whether I was right or wrong, it has all settled now. I may not even be aware of any mistakes I've made, but my perseverance has never wavered..."

His hand slowly crumbled to dust, the soil he held gently falling.

And then his body, standing on his once familiar soil, turned to dust and scattered with the winds.

The terrifying surge of Death Qi now seemed to dissipate with him.

A gust of wind blew, and Yisaner was no more in this world.

Outside the Grotto Heaven, Yu Ziqing stood atop a mountain, gazing into the distance, watching the trails left by Yisaner in the sky slowly vanish. When he felt a certain sensing, he knew that Yisaner had completely ceased to exist.

He stood silently in place for a long time.

He knew Yisaner didn't want him to see him off, not wanting outsiders to know he was acquainted with him, nor to involve him in any relationship.