Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing finally completed the last key shortcoming, and the first priority of the power that burst forth was to survive.

Protect his life, protect the life of the Little White Fox.

He had always wanted to try, but had never successfully exploited this loophole. This time, he finally succeeded.

Ever since using the Short Sword as a medium, as a tool for making judgments, to determine if the judgment was completed, each time, that rusty sword would be transformed into a powerful sword.

Naturally, Yu Ziqing would conceive other ideas.

For instance, if the power obtained from the judgment could be passed to the rusty sword, allowing the rusty sword to complete a transformation, could it also be possible to pass that power to other things, or other people?

But he had never succeeded.

When truly facing a life-and-death crisis, he replaced the Short Sword with the Little White Fox, with the purest and strongest intention, as the Little White Fox had a very strong sense of belonging to him.

That Little White Fox was equivalent to a Magical Treasure.

For activating the judgment and accomplishing the necessary act of killing Ji Bochang, there were more prerequisites.

Using the Little White Fox as one of the means to survive first.

Massive claws tore open the Thunder Pond, and a gigantic White Fox, whose body was all powerful and holy, with an imprint on its forehead, and stretching over a thousand yards, emerged.

Nine enormous tails, each over a thousand yards long, swayed gently, enveloped in power.

Yu Ziqing stood on the White Fox's head, his face already bearing the hungry ghost form, his eyes burned with Blood Flame, and his fingertips with black flame.

He looked at Ji Bochang, smiling, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth.

From the very start, he never considered using the sword given by Han Dong as his trump card.

Unable to find what critical information was missing to complete the judgment, he could only observe during a real confrontation to see what trump cards the opponent had, forcing him to use his most crucial one.

Any trump card, when used by Yu Ziqing once, could never again be used a second time.

"Little guy, let's go, beat him to death."

The giant Nine-tailed Fox, towering over a thousand yards, however, moved with extraordinary agility, as if the heavens and the earth were aiding it, light, holy, and immaculate.

All Secret Techniques fell, and with a slight shudder along the softly glowing white fur, they slid off.

Yu Ziqing stood on the Nine-tailed Fox's head, his eyes slightly lowered, fingers forming the hungry ghost seal, muttering incantations.

Ji Bochang was both shocked and angry, completely unaware of why this was happening.

He knew Yu Ziqing always held a Little White Fox, yet never imagined that the seemingly weak Little White Fox was indeed a Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox.

When did such a Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox appear in the world, whose Realm seemed even higher than his?

This Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox was Immune to All Techniques, yet its body was absurdly powerful. How to fight it?

There was no way to fight.

Though the battle seemed grand, with both in the sky, Divine Light boiling, and Spiritual Energy burning, practically, it had no effect.

It was only due to the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox's lack of combat experience that Ji Bochang was overwhelmingly suppressed.

Gradually, more and more things appeared in the White Fox's mind, its instinct telling it what to do.

The massive tail dispersed Ji Bochang's Protective Divine Light, followed by thick tails coming in succession.

With a soft pop, all his protections were forcibly shattered under the immense power and the mystical intricacies of being Immune to All Techniques.

The huge tails wrapped around his body, like Meteor material, impeding his spellcasting.

Yu Ziqing stood with eyes lowered on the White Fox's head, murmuring the Spell.

After several breaths, when Ji Bochang was completely restrained and thoroughly suppressed, Yu Ziqing stepped forward, leaving fiery footprints in mid-air as he walked towards Ji Bochang.

Yu Ziqing extended his middle finger, slowly touching Ji Bochang's forehead, reciting the last of the Spell.

"Thanks to you, I forcibly completed a simulation of a thesis with the borrowed power. Rest easy, now."

"Linked."

Yu Ziqing listed the thesis, using the judgment-obtained power to forcibly simulate it, thus achieving the complete suppression of Ji Bochang.

After multiple judgment attempts, he no longer waited for the random power to be obtained through judgment.

The more he knew, the more choices he would have.

As Yu Ziqing's middle finger touched Ji Bochang's forehead, he seemed to see a colossal rune.

From it, lines spread out, connecting to other runes in all directions.

In Yu Ziqing's eyes, flames burned, not only severing the connected lines but also destroying that rune along with them.

However, upon severing those lines, he saw that beneath the gigantic rune, another line connected to the darkness below.

As Yu Ziqing gazed, in a momentary daze, he seemed to see a twisted world, vague and illusory.

A Great Devil with a strange physique rested, beneath it, a throne seemingly composed of countless bones and human hides, spanning miles and possibly even tens of miles.

The line was linked to the throne beneath the Great Devil.

As if sensing the gaze, the Great Devil slowly opened its eyes, meeting the blood-colored eyes of Yu Ziqing.

With just one look, Yu Ziqing realized he was no match for it. That Great Devil was definitely beyond the Ninth Tier.

He decisively burned the connecting line. As the line was severed, that illusory twisted world vanished from Yu Ziqing's sight.