Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1652 - 445: Learning Results, Five Element Spiritual Energy

Old Emperor Qian merely glanced at the somewhat disheartened Yang-Keeping Devil and said nothing.He no longer cared to say much to such a being.

After the Yang Devil split, this Yang-Keeping Devil became increasingly indecisive, otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy to take him away.

If the Yang-Keeping Devil had attempted to escape several times, even struggled a little, with some backbone, even with no hope of escape, Old Emperor Qian might have looked upon him more favorably.

After enduring constant weakening, continuous downfall, the shattering of his rank, and complete self-division, all these events, he was no longer the Six Yang Divine King of the past.

At his peak, when the Six Yang Divine King awakened, he shone with brilliance, like six suns across the sky, even overshadowing the glory of the Great Sun.

Wherever he passed, the earth dried up, all things withered into silence, and the endless light and heat could bake the earth until rivers of magma formed, with no living creature to be found on the surface.

When he slept, it seemed to devour all the warmth between heaven and earth, so that even in midsummer, the brilliance of the Great Sun could not warm the cold, desolate world.

In that one winter and one summer, the division marked three hundred years of a magma hell, then three hundred years of extreme cold and ice.

At his peak, it was terrifying beyond measure, with every move unintentionally causing countless living beings to fall.

At that time, how could he have cared about the ants dying because of his presence? He might not have even seen them, nor noticed those ants.

But now, having fallen into such a wretched state, Old Emperor Qian thought it fitting to call him Yang-Keeping Devil, as this fellow was unworthy of the Six Yang Divine King's name.

The former Six Yang Divine King, even with differing stances, Old Emperor Qian acknowledged that he could at least live up to the name.

Now entering this dead world, even devoid of Death Qi.

Old Emperor Qian sat on the parched earth, continuing his cultivation.

Under a world dead to the point of having no Death Qi, strands of ancient divine essence were drawn out.

Those divine essences were devoured by Old Emperor Qian, causing ancient, simple cracks to appear more on his body, and his aura became increasingly vast and distant.

"Ancient Gods are not cultivated into being; they are born as Ancient Gods."

The Yang-Keeping Devil stood aside, seemingly talking to himself, trying to encourage himself, as if denying what Old Emperor Qian was doing.

For he truly had never seen such a thing, nor had he heard of it.

Even though Old Emperor Qian was currently only cultivating, far from the image of an Ancient God in the Yang-Keeping Devil's mind, it still filled him with fear.

Because some things, the difficulty from zero to one is far greater than from one to a billion.

Old Emperor Qian closed his eyes, his heart calm, as if completely ignoring the Yang-Keeping Devil.

After entering here, using the nascent Ancient God's Dao power, he forcibly attracted far ancient divine essence thousands of times more than in the Void.

Moreover, it would continue to climb, bit by bit, becoming more immense and faster.

His body also began to grow slowly, reaching a height of ten zhang within a month.

Three months later, he stood a hundred zhang tall.

The ancient, vast divine essence, in the Yang-Keeping Devil's perception, gathered like great rivers from all directions into Old Emperor Qian's body.

Old Emperor Qian's aura became increasingly majestic, ancient, as vast as time itself.

No one knew of him here, nor could anyone perceive anything here.

It was like that land of Ancient God's fall in the void.

And in Old Emperor Qian's current state, he himself could achieve such concealment.

...

As time passed, on the Void Cliff, the Cliff Divine King continued stepping forward.

He carried the hope of fallen gods returning; even now, he dared not easily abandon it.

But he no longer dared to wait; carrying this hope, he too would step into the present world, to suppress with absolute power.

This approach might not unfold as he hoped.

At least, it would not let things run rampant like a runaway dog towards an irretrievable abyss.

...

At Jinlan Mountain, Yu Ziqing rarely stayed at home obediently for several years.

Every day he studied at home, just like clocking into work, studying four two-hour periods each day.

The rest of the time, he ate on time, did some other things, tended flowers, changed soil, fertilized and watered, helped the village chief train the people of Jinlan Mountain.

When he had nothing else to do, he would spar with the village chief and take a beating.

The village chief sighed, saying that the family hadn't enjoyed good days for decades, yet had already begun to fall, abandoning Jinlan Mountain's most precious traditions, and so on.

What else could Yu Ziqing say but stay obediently and help train the people of Jinlan Mountain?

Besides those sent to school, everyone in Jinlan Mountain, except for Han Dong's young daughter who hadn't joined the 'beating' regimen, had to undergo special training.

Including Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing endured beatings even more severely, almost performing a 'resurrection from the spot' several times.

Over the years, Yu Ziqing's aura restrained, Qi-Blood calmed, his physique appeared like that of an ordinary person.

This was the result of special training; control over power was forced to improve under constant beatings and pressure.

Holding a book, his eyes deep and profound, he appeared scholarly, like a weakling who couldn't handle physical labor.

Now Yu Ziqing understood why the village chief usually looked like a frail, thin little old man.

In the village chief's words, being immediately recognized as having a strong physique and fiery Qi-Blood signifies poor control over one's power.