Master of Strange Dao

Outside the locust forest of Jinlan Mountain, Jia Shisi wore a solemn expression.

"I must protect His Majesty's safety."

"You go back, that's where you're needed. You managed to get out once, you can come out a second time. When you're free, come out for a walk. It's very safe here."

Jinlan Mountain was Jinlan Mountain, and Dadui was Dadui.

Yu Ziqing did not admit he wanted to be this Emperor Dui, it was just that his authority was now the greatest.

Yu Ziqing would not let people from Dadui enter Jinlan Mountain.

Jia Shisi gazed into the distance, sensing that there was a terrifying sword cultivator watching from afar.

Realm, aura, and momentum were far inferior to him, but even so, facing off slightly, he felt a sense of foreboding.

This sword cultivator, whose realm and momentum were inferior, could be killed by him in a life-and-death struggle, yet he too would perish.

He slowly withdrew his aura, no longer probing.

The opponent was a pure sword cultivator; there was no way they could spar.

Once a battle commenced, life and death could likely be decided.

With such a powerful guardian here, Jia Shisi felt much relieved.

Moreover, he could sense that if he moved further forward, an alien power would emerge, beginning to suppress him.

This place was indeed quite safe.

Jia Shisi saluted Yu Ziqing.

"Should His Majesty need anything, feel free to summon me."

"Alright, if I need anything, I will crush the Jade Scroll."

Yu Ziqing's condition was not very good, somewhat feeble, and upon reaching Jinlan Mountain, the suppression became even stronger, only then did he feel a bit better.

Jia Shisi's title, Yu Ziqing no longer wanted to comment on.

Throughout history, where was there a Fifth Tier body cultivator serving as emperor?

Yu Ziqing did not understand what the people of Dadui were thinking.

He could indeed borrow power, showcasing Ninth Tier strength in a short time, but his true realm was a glaring flaw.

Even in such a dismal state, he doubted he could convince the populace.

This court had always valued legitimacy, the imperial family of Dadui was the rightful line, even if all eligible heirs were dead.

By rights, it should not fall to an outsider like him.

Thinking it over, Yu Ziqing could only conclude that they had made a temporary compromise for stability.

Because Yu Ziqing's authority was too high, they feared Dadui could not withstand another upheaval.

Thus, even without ascending the throne, they had to first fix his status, allowing no dissent.

Presumably, anyone in opposition, those guys wouldn't let him see evidence or know about it.

Those who had met Yu Ziqing, regardless of whether they sincerely wished for Dadui's improvement, certainly included no soft-hearted people.

Yu Ziqing entered the locust forest, arbitrarily found a spot to lie down, feeling the dense yin qi and cold qi, he inexplicably felt at ease.

He lay within the fallen leaves, quietly falling asleep.

The hungry ghost banner silently appeared, the Big Ghost emerging, quietly guarding Yu Ziqing.

He was Yu Ziqing's closest guard, only he often remained unseen.

Once a citizen of Dadui who had starved there, his feelings toward the place remained complex.

He often said, Dadui was rotten to the core, let it perish already, yet when it came time to exert effort, he would choose to help.

His feelings toward Emperor Dui were even more complex, knowing full well that under the current dire circumstances, Emperor Dui had undeniably made the greatest contributions, yet he still harbored great dislike.

Having Yu Ziqing succeed the throne, heralding a new era, was something he and the millions of hungry ghosts within the banner agreed on.

Strength could grow slowly, it could increase, but if a heart was corrupt, the stronger it was, the worse it became.

Yu Ziqing could not empathize with the people of Dadui, yet the Big Ghost could deeply understand their choices.

Yu Ziqing rested here, sleeping deeply, the Big Ghost silent and watchful beside him.

Yu Ziqing only felt exhausted, yet despite being tired before, he dared not rest, enduring outwardly.

The pressure of drawing the sword twice, swallowing the Earth Devil Venerate, layered upon him, left him physically and mentally exhausted.

Yu Ziqing fell into a deep sleep, his Yin God with closed eyes, also drifting into slumber.

Within the Earth Deity Origin, the ancient sages' sacred sounds grew faint, only thin beams of light fell, illuminating Yu Ziqing's Yin God, suppressing the remnants of the Earth Devil Venerate.

The Earth Devil Venerate was now like a trapped beast making a last stand.

In the normal world, he could no longer cause any waves, for from the outset, his strategy was flawed.

Relying on the massive disaster power accumulated by Dadui was exhausted with the Emperor Dui's death.

On his own, there was no chance of turning the tide.

Any allies of the Earth Devil Venerate were now powerless.

Yu Ziqing's breathing leveled, in his deep sleep, the rate of assimilation began to quicken.

Sleep was the simplest and best method for all living beings to dispel fatigue and recover from injuries.

This allowed for maximizing the release of instincts.

The world's disaster qi gradually dissipated, unable to stir up any waves anymore.

However, in the Abyss, there were not so many strong entities, and no Divine Dynasty willing to do these thankless tasks.

Especially in the first layer of the Abyss, countless devils fell under the natural calamities, dying miserably.

Those Great Devils would only coldly observe, perhaps randomly smacking dead a devil that cried too annoyingly.

Demons fought individually, constantly in mutual slaughter, yet their numbers only increased.