Master of Strange Dao

No matter how much Spiritual Medicine you consume, it's still the same.

For Body Cultivation practitioners, suitable meat is indeed more effective than Spiritual Medicine.

The speed at which Qi-Blood grows is extremely fast, so fast that Yu Ziqing's control over his power is starting to decline.

Frightened, Yu Ziqing quickly slowed down his meat consumption and hurriedly continued honing himself.

Realm is not that important; mastering the control over power is paramount.

The village chief has already shown him this truth many times with his actions.

Seeing that it wasn't working, and power control was still declining, Yu Ziqing stopped eating meat, ceased Body Refinement, and turned to cultivate the Dayan Preface.

This Dharma Method progresses painfully slowly; according to Yu Ziqing's estimation, given his current foundation, he might at most reach the Fourth Great Realm, which is his limit.

Counting each Great Realm with seven small layers, he estimates he could reach around the 24th layer at most.

Time quietly passes, and Yu Ziqing slowly becomes absorbed in it.

In the blink of an eye, several years passed. He looked up, inexplicably sensing a flow of omens of fortune and misfortune in his heart.

At a glance, everything within sight seemed to change.

It's like entering a realm where viewing mountains is not truly seeing mountains and viewing waters is not really seeing waters.

This is entering the Fourth Great Realm, just entering the 22nd layer.

The cultivation of the Dayan Preface to this realm resulted in an inexplicable restoration of his previous power control.

Yu Ziqing extended his hand and looked at it; thoughts of how to kill more efficiently with less effort emerged involuntarily in his mind.

When looking towards Jinlan Mountain, it seemed not to be the regular mountain anymore, based on various Qi types and power judgments, he could roughly discern there indeed is something powerful slumbering beneath Jinlan Mountain.

Neither alive nor dead, dwelling between the two states.

That is the Jade Tomb.

Now, he somewhat understands why those mighty beings confidently affirm that the Hungry Ghost King slumbers beneath Jinlan Mountain, and why the Jade Tomb is indeed the Hungry Ghost King.

If he didn't know the truth, he'd likely think so too.

When he continued cultivating and delving into the Dayan Preface, unexpected changes emerged.

Each time he researched further, everything not appearing as it initially was began to manifest some interference-like patterns.

Initially, he thought it was because he had just reached the 22nd layer of the Fourth Great Realm, starting to glimpse something different.

He simply couldn't comprehend its essence.

But gradually, the frequency of those interference-like patterns increased.

He glimpsed it was methodical.

He sat still in the snow, remained motionless, eyes vacant, as if in a daze, watching.

One hand still followed those interference patterns, jumping along.

At this moment, the holy sound of sages within the Earth Deity Origin lowered, becoming faint, seemingly fearing to disturb Yu Ziqing.

The Yin God also closed its eyes, refusing to interfere with Yu Ziqing.

Uncertain of how much time passed, Yu Ziqing's pupils began to focus, and he returned to awareness.

Looking at the tracks left by his fingers following the rhythm and ripples, he stood still.

As snowflakes fell, when descending nearby him, they avoided certain areas.

Like some force he couldn't feel was altering the trajectory of the snowfall.

Those subtle changes unnoticed by ordinary people left some barely discernible blank spaces in Yu Ziqing's eyes.

These blank spaces formed letters, words that shouldn't and couldn't exist in this world.

"Hello, descendant of the human race."

Chinese characters, among them words Yu Ziqing had never written in this world.

No one could possibly know them.

This is definitely not a language issue.

But a matter of information.

Upon seeing those words, Yu Ziqing suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

This is information, someone leaving messages within the Dayan Preface.

Only those who cultivate the Dayan Preface to the Fourth Realm can potentially perceive this information.

Of course, it's merely possible.

Yu Ziqing captured this information; what he saw was chaotic patterns like interference.

He couldn't decipher the information; he simply exploited a loophole, using language that had never appeared in this world, instinctively unraveling it.

When he regained awareness, he began to understand what was left in the information.

This is definitely something left behind by Senior Shi.

He feared that changes due to culture, language, and many factors would lead to erroneous expression in information transmission.

He laid down communication by the most thorough method, using the most fundamental meaning.

Any script could convey the information he left behind.

Yu Ziqing continued researching, refusing to let anyone disturb him.

He sat in the snow, continued studying, though the snowflakes seemed to fall haphazardly, in his eyes, some wouldn't follow the normal trajectory.

Every snowflake, where its path lost leads, formed new words that never appeared in the world, decipherable only by Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing knew this was surely because normal text has impediments.

After sitting for a year, he formed the second sentence.

"If you can glimpse this sentence, you must know my name.

Without reaching the Fifth Realm of the Preface, do not peer further.

It's very dangerous, preserving life is crucial for the future."

Looking at the sentence, Yu Ziqing suddenly felt a strange sensation.

He seemed to see Shi, seemed as if Senior Shi still lived.

He seemed to see Senior Shi, smiling at him.

Your strength is still too weak; don't continue, you must live, live on, and there will be a future.

Now isn't the time for someone as young as you to bear the burden.

I'm still alive, I can still carry it.

At that very instant of birth of such sensation.

He noticed the information changed again.

This time, relatively more.

"He thought I only seized part of his Dao.

Indeed, I only seized part of the Dao.

He lost part of his Dao, yet he wouldn't die.

Why would I die if I seized part of the Dao?

He never thought about it, nor did anyone.

I merely wished to find the path into complete death.

And I, have found it."