Master of Strange Dao

"No, you can just suppress him under the locust forest; the breath of millions of hungry ghosts here, along with the intact sealing, is enough to contain him. Then he won't be able to sense anything from the outside."

Upon entering the locust forest, the activity of the Sealed Items completely vanished. Yu Ziqing tossed the metal box into the layer of fallen leaves, and the roots of the locust trees wrapped around it, dragging it down into the ground.

"Keep an eye on him; notify me immediately if there's any unusual activity."

The previous meal hadn't even been fully digested yet, so it was time to give Freedom Heaven a break for now.

Originally, Yu Ziqing had no intention of completing the collection assembled by Old Emperor Zhen so soon, but given the circumstances, he had no other choice.

And he didn't want to waste Freedom Heaven; after all, each meal of Freedom Heaven was one less to enjoy, and Yu Ziqing was truly reluctant to squander it.

It's better to continue suppressing it for now.

Back at home, Yu Ziqing felt much more relaxed.

"What do you know about the Xi Family's matters?"

"Is there anything I don't know?"

"Their Cultivation really starts only when they die; did you know that?"

"..."

Yang's face grew long; how could I possibly know such outrageous things?

"That Xia Shuang said she wants to take me as her master's disciple, insisting on taking me to pay respects as a student, feeling that I was naturally suited for their family's legacy. Even that black cat wanted to take advantage of me. Oh right, have you seen that black cat? I almost forgot."

"Taken by Xia Shuang."

"Forget it, do you think this is reliable? To have another chance after death, even though you're not a person anymore, at least you're still alive."

"You decide for yourself; don't ask me anymore. I don't know anything and dare not give careless advice."

Yang turned and left. Yu Ziqing watched his retreating figure, scratched his head; Yang really had quite the temperament.

Once in the village, Yang dove into a private underground space, immediately consumed a piece of Dragon liver prepared for experiments, and lay down, rubbing his belly with a hoof, sighing deeply.

"One suffers for the sake of vanity..."

Above ground, Yu Ziqing started examining the Black Stone Tablet given by Yisaner.

The content recorded on it was plentiful, a mishmash of everything, but mainly about Dadui.

This must be the most detailed record directly related to Dadui in the world today.

There was even the Dharma Method of the Faceless Man.

He needed to study it more and then prepare as soon as possible.

There are no walls in the world that do not leak. Ever since entering the sealing of An History Book, Yu Ziqing had made all sorts of preparations and concealments, so probably no outsiders knew he possessed the Big Seal of Dadui.

But ever since witnessing the extent of effort those people put in to achieve their goals, Yu Ziqing understood that it was definitely not the time to be complacent.

As someone who went to the Sealing and even resolved a Sealing, he was bound to be targeted by others; it was just a question of sooner or later.

Some things had to be prepared for in advance.

...

In the Tomb Ghost Cave Heaven, a person with a white jovial mask on his face was walking within, heading straight for the Mausoleum.

As he trod through the Mausoleum, he looked upon the structures that had corroded due to the Death Qi and the ravages of time.

He proceeded to the depths until he stopped in front of a mottled stone wall. A Jade Mirror appeared in his palm, and from it emanated a light that shone upon the stone wall.

In an instant, the reflection in the Jade Mirror seemed as if time was flowing backward.

Soon after, endless dark Qi spread, and the Jade Mirror lost its luster.

A Tomb Ghost with a face of deep resentment and bitterness appeared silently, eyeing the visitor.

"My master is gone; there is nothing left here. What you are looking for is gone as well; you can take nothing from here."

"I was just trying; I don't plan on taking anything either."

Leaving those words behind, the visitor turned and departed.

He didn't plan on saying anything to a Tomb Ghost burdened with a Curse, despite knowing that the Tomb Ghost might know something.

It's a pity; no one thinks it's possible to gain anything of value from a dead-hearted, cursed Tomb Ghost.

The deceased was gone, yet the Tomb Ghost still guarded this place; truly, he was not just any dead-hearted individual.

As the visitor left, the Tomb Ghost stood at the entrance of the Mausoleum, gazing at the departing figure with a profound look in his eyes.

He approached the stone wall where the visitor once stood, and the expression of deep resentment vanished soundlessly; taking a breath, an imperceptible trace of it, accompanied by the breath, was inhaled into his belly.

"My master might be gone, but there were many things he intended to do that remain unfinished.

I am a being of freedom, unfettered by bonds. Whatever I wish to do, it is my prerogative.

Now, I wish to destroy you evil spirits, and that too is my prerogative.

Master, you certainly won't say I'm wrong, and besides, you can't control me anymore..."

As the Tomb Ghost muttered to himself, the spirit light in his eyes slowly dimmed, and he reverted to the dead-hearted, resentful Tomb Ghost.

No one would suspect such a Tomb Ghost.

...

The person with the white jovial mask, now outside the Grotto Heaven with the Jade Mirror in hand, sought to investigate further. Unfortunately, the interference was still significant, and he found nothing of value.

He only saw an image of Yu Ziqing leaving a figure behind and a Black Mountain Sheep staring into the distance towards a place shrouded in black Qi.

However, before he could see clearly, that image flickered briefly before plunging back into darkness.