Master of Strange Dao

This matter of making a move didn't really have much to do with him.

The first time he saw Yu Ziqing, he had a feeling, as if the tribulation over his head had turned into a sharp blade, ready to fall at any moment.

He didn't understand why within that Grotto Heaven, including him, there were three Ninth Tier experts on his side, while the opposite side didn't have a single Ninth Tier.

Why would they lose?

But it wasn't important; compared to the advantages his eyes saw, he trusted more in the crisis sensing that had kept him alive until now.

He left a sentence and turned to leave.

Then he squatted dozens of miles away, observing the situation.

Then, he just received news that someone was asking him why a Ninth Tier in the Grotto Heaven died.

He just replied that he hadn't gone there since his injuries had relapsed and he was finding a place to heal, so he didn't know what had happened.

Not long after, he received news that another Ninth Tier had suddenly died.

The two deaths were more miserable than one another, both completely obliterated.

Even at the moment of death, the two couldn't send out any final message.

After hearing this, he felt a chill, stood still for a long time, not daring to move or leave.

When that dead person walked out of the Grotto Heaven, he dared not move even more.

Afraid of being taken away by accident, being taken by a dead person about to disappear, he would have died in vain and foolishly.

He didn't know how those two guys died; it wasn't important to him, and he didn't want to know. Knowing too much was of no benefit.

He even closed his eyes after Yu Ziqing walked out of the Grotto Heaven, not wanting to see him at all, as seeing Yu Ziqing always brought trouble.

Previously seeing Yu Ziqing, he encountered King Xiang and Feng Buju.

This time seeing Yu Ziqing, another Ninth Tier Peak dead man appeared.

He even suspected that when that big shot used his incarnation to nearly kill him from afar, he might have also seen Yu Ziqing.

Could it have been because the situation was too critical at that time that he didn't notice?

And when he went to ask Yu Ziqing questions last time, there must have been some great danger hidden around.

The two Ninth Tier of the East Sea used their lives to remind him that in the future, staying away from Yu Ziqing was best.

This guy was simply his tribulation's guiding light.

As long as he kept his distance, eighty percent of his tribulations wouldn't fall.

Seeing Yu Ziqing heading west, he turned and walked east.

The moment he walked east for dozens of miles, he felt the sword hanging over his head dissipate silently.

"I knew I wasn't wrong!"

...

Walking back, Yu Ziqing asked Yang.

"Yang, what do you think these people are up to, stirring up trouble here? Even the remnants of the Divine Dynasty have jumped out."

"No one would do something that doesn't have any benefits."

"Isn't that an absolute statement?"

"I know what you want to say. Even someone like Yisaner seeks things that, to him, are benefits.

For most people, those benefits are quite mundane, all just for themselves."

"Yes, you're right. However, what benefit could the return of the Divine Dynasty be to them? I can understand the remnants, but what about the others?"

"Don't ask me about that. There are too many possibilities for what benefits there might be, just like that Evil from before. There are similar things; who knows what they're really after? Anyway, strengthening oneself is the best way to respond."

Yu Ziqing didn't speak. Strengthening oneself just increased the margin for error—the simplest method.

Improving strength was surely necessary, but ever since those people paid such a great price to find Yisaner, Yu Ziqing knew that one day, they would come for him too.

Dispatching three Ninth Tiers, they probably intended to persuade and, if unsuccessful, use force from the start.

Unfortunately, those fools completely underestimated Yisaner's power and determination.

While he lay in the coffin, he wasn't very strong. But when he got up, on the brink of death, in the moment of return, he could crush those Ninth Tier of the first tribulation with one hand.

Yu Ziqing had already seen some of the contents on the Black Stone Tablet given by Yisaner.

In Dadui, Yisaner wasn't just a lackey's number.

Jia was the strongest person among the Faceless Men, their leader, and the numbers after were just the number of the generation that inherited the title.

Upon reaching Yi, it wasn't an individual but the second echelon of the Faceless Men. That number was merely the thirty-second person to receive the Yi title.

They had lost their names, retaining only a code.

In today's era, Yisaner was equivalent to the chief or deputy chief of the Shadow Department or the commander of the Jinyi Wei.

The naming conventions of that era weren't as flashy as today's.

Though it did look like the modern era's habit of naming some death soldiers or lackeys.

Sitting on an auspicious cloud, flying towards Jinlan Mountain.

All the way until the shadow of Jinlan Mountain was in sight, and he could see that vast locust forest, Yu Ziqing felt that the Sealed Items in the Storage Bag were getting unruly.

"Could it be sensing the hungry ghost here?"

"No, it should be sensing You Zhen; perhaps it's sensing something off because You Zhen doesn't even have Devil Thought anymore."

"Could it escape?"