Master of Strange Dao

Yisaner glanced at the Tomb Ghost standing by, a hint of apology in his eyes.

"After so many years, you're still the only one guarding my tomb. In the end, you've turned into a Tomb Ghost. I have nothing to offer in return, and all I can do is set you free. From today onwards, you need not guard this place anymore.

In the name of the Faceless Man Yisaner, I grant you freedom."

The Tomb Ghost's expression was solemn, a light shining in his eyes as he gave a bow.

"Sir, I follow you willingly. My willingness to guard the tomb is also voluntary. I've never lost my freedom."

Hearing these words, a trace of pain surfaced in Yisaner's eyes.

The more he encountered such loyal people, the more it pained him now.

He had longed for death, wishing to perish completely with Dadui in his heart. Unfortunately, that anger burned in his chest, endlessly fueling him. His Vitality Fire had long extinguished, yet he couldn't find peace.

Now, some remnants sought to use his power to do the things he least wanted to do.

Just thinking of the people at the end of Dadui disgusted him, making him feel worse than death. Even after being burned by anger for so many years, he had never felt that way. Being consumed by anger, he accepted it, thinking he deserved it.

The pain came solely from inner turmoil, and after understanding what that fire was, not sealing the fire felt disloyal, yet sealing it felt unjust. Loyalty and justice couldn't coexist. For someone like him who preferred being a Faceless Man to inherit his ancestors' ideals, this was the most painful thing.

He was willing to trust Yu Ziqing, simply because he knew that those who could bestow the Big Seal on Ziqing must be people like him, some perhaps the very ancestors he wanted to follow in their ideals.

When more than one person trusted Ziqing, he had no reason to doubt.

He still had so much to say and ask but lacked the time.

Once the fire extinguished, he would die. He had been holding on for so long.

After seeing Yu Ziqing, he couldn't hold on anymore, feeling relieved.

Yu Ziqing glanced at the Tomb Ghost beside him and hastened to ask.

"Was there someone who suppressed a devil here before?"

"Yes."

The Tomb Ghost turned and moved, returning shortly with a metal box covered in talismans.

"This devil is a Heavenly Demon. If it stays here, I'm afraid suppression won't hold. I should handle it."

The Tomb Ghost nodded nonchalantly, as if it wasn't him who had previously chased Xi Yang for eighty thousand miles for a wisp of Devil Thought.

Yu Ziqing took the metal box and placed a hand on it, unable to help himself from speaking.

"Freedom Heaven, if you don't want to die, you'd better behave. Either of the two people here can make your life a living hell. I've already rescued several of you from the seal, so don't cause trouble for me."

The metal box remained unresponsive.

Yu Ziqing's words were sincere, without a trace of falsehood.

He had indeed released several portions of Freedom Heaven from the seal—only for them to be devoured afterward.

This Freedom Heaven didn't know if it believed the words or was intimidated by the presence of Yisaner and the Tomb Ghost.

Yu Ziqing checked the seal, finding no problems, intact, and even more perfect than the previous ones.

After putting it inside a Storage Bag and sealing it thoroughly, Yu Ziqing then clasped his hands toward the Tomb Ghost.

"Thank you."

Seeing Yisaner ask nothing, Yu Ziqing kindly offered an explanation.

"I've been chasing this Heavenly Demon for a long time. It split into parts, and I've already dealt with most of it. This time, I'm mainly here to handle this Heavenly Demon, not letting it escape alive. By the way, in this era, devils are no longer unsolvable problems."

"Your work will be remembered throughout the ages." Yisaner solemnly paid respects.

As they spoke, the Death Qi escaping from Yisaner's body began to reverse, surging back into his form.

His mummified appearance rapidly changed, slowly transforming into the guise of an ordinary man in his thirties.

"My time has come; I'm leaving. Take care, sir."

Then, he patted the Tomb Ghost's shoulder.

"Boy, you take care too."

Yisaner stepped out, walking towards the exit of the Mausoleum. The Death Qi within the Mausoleum rushed toward his body wherever he passed.

Yu Ziqing followed behind Yisaner, feeling especially disheartened.

He knew that Yisaner's state was like a dying person experiencing a sudden resurgence before death.

The better his condition, the closer he was to true death.

And this eternal death meant nothingness, a total disappearance thereafter.

Following Yisaner out of the Mausoleum, his aura had already surpassed the Ninth Tier Strong who battled Yang earlier.

As he took the first step out of the Mausoleum, his aura ascended another level. All the Death Qi within the Grotto Heaven converged here, with endless Death Qi pouring into his body.

In the sky above, a massive vortex of Death Qi appeared, all the Death Qi forming a thick column of smoke, condensing into a waterfall of black water, continuously flowing into his body.

In the distance, Xia Shuang and the strong practitioner skilled in the Great Sun Divine Light halted combat and gazed this way.

Yu Ziqing waved distantly at Xia Shuang, signaling for her to come over.