Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1644 - 442: Obstruction, Yang-destroying Devil Presents a Treasure

No one can catch any trace from him.The Greedy Devil King, trampled under the giant tiger's paws, can no longer maintain his true form, his power obliterated, only sustained by his undying immortality beneath that rank.

A movement of the tiger's foot, and a scream echoes in the dark.

The Mountain Lord sighed.

"Still no good, still far from enough.

Take it slow, no rush.

Rest assured, no one dares to save you, and no one can save you.

You'd better pray every day, pray that I succeed soon, to give you a swift end.

I sincerely wish to give you a swift end."

As soon as the Greedy Devil King's scream began, seemingly trying to say something, the Mountain Lord forcibly silenced him.

"I'm just talking to myself, who allowed you to speak? Is there a place for you to speak here?"

The Mountain Lord continued to tread on the foundation of the Mountain Abyss, walking there, and with his passage, the Mountain Abyss covering the Endless Darkness slowly thinned at an imperceptible speed.

The entire Mountain Abyss was thinning together.

The Mountain Lord was reclaiming his power, which was too strong to control and had transformed into the Mountain Abyss.

Just like the already matured strategy of Jinlan Mountain.

Only, his power was much stronger than Jinlan Mountain's people.

...

Yu Ziqing directly opened the return formation, returning to the small temple in Jiachen City.

He walked down from the small bridge made specially in the mini-landscape within the small temple.

The Yang-destroying Devil still did nothing, quietly awaiting the arrival of this year's beheading season.

Yu Ziqing entered the small temple, cheerfully speaking.

"Do you know where I've been? I went to see my brother and made an appointment for you.

When the Greedy Devil King is going to die later, he will take you to witness it.

How about that?"

The Yang-destroying Devil's tablet floated down, lying directly on the ground to show respect.

"No need for such a grand gesture, I said I'd help you, and I definitely will."

The Yang-destroying Devil floated up again, thinking for a moment before speaking.

"You should refine this red cloth."

"Hm?"

"I need to be more determined, after touching death.

I realized I'm not determined enough.

My pursuit should only be death, not the power of death.

This kind of power will make me less determined and become a hindrance on my path.

If you refine it, it's yours.

Help me."

The red cloth flew out on its own, landing in Yu Ziqing's hands.

The moment he touched it, Yu Ziqing's mind was flooded with insights, as if sensing the feelings of countless beings crossing from life to death in that instant, the power contained in that moment.

That kind of power, no chamber can completely block it.

The soul lamp merely borrowed a tiny bit of its charm.

If the soul lamp truly were so advanced, it wouldn't be fooled by those big shots with tricks.

"Are you sure?"

"Help me," the Yang-destroying Devil's tone was very firm.

Yu Ziqing couldn't help but feel a trace of admiration.

This red cloth, nurtured by the Yang-destroying Devil continuously, might become akin to a Divine Artifact in the future.

Yet, the Yang-destroying Devil despises it for affecting him, giving away ownership in advance.

In terms of determination in seeking the path, none among those he knows can compare to the Yang-destroying Devil's determination and purity.

"Alright."

Yu Ziqing cut open his palm, letting his blood soak into the red cloth.

Using the most primitive Blood Refining Method, he imprinted his mark, thoroughly soaking it, thus refining the red cloth.

Without the Yang-destroying Devil obstructing, even actively helping, the refining progressed very smoothly.

The current red cloth has yet to reach the threshold of a Divine Artifact, not even accounting for rank fragments, making it naturally much easier.

By the time it truly reaches that stage, it will no longer be so easy to refine.

Feeling a sense of bloodline connectedness, Yu Ziqing waved his hand, and the red cloth flew out, once again covering the Yang-destroying Devil's tablet.

"The next time you need to kill someone, just summon this red cloth, and I'll appear immediately."

"Alright..."

Yu Ziqing chuckled, even thinking that perhaps the Yang-destroying Devil was afraid he'd forget, specially sending out the red cloth to prevent a missing situation.

With this previous experience, Yu Ziqing felt he shouldn't forget next time.

Mhm, definitely won't forget.

Walking out of the small temple, Yu Ziqing wondered if he should go see the Evil Lord?

This guy forgot a lot, maybe he would remember something if prompted.

He always felt that the image shown by the Jade Tomb to him was important.

...

On the Void Cliff, the Cliff Divine King's raised foot finally fell, and he took the first step with difficulty.

At that instant, all Gods felt it.

...

In the void, in an unknown corner, the Seven Yin King sealed his old nest tightly, as if wrapping himself in a blanket.

All calls were blocked by him, isolated from the world.

He felt now was the greatest crisis; ever since the last time he lost his mind and underestimated the enemy, making a move once, he felt this was definitely a trap.

He completely cut off contact with the outside world, and there were few things he could feel.

But the death of Jiu Nian, this kind of information couldn't be blocked.

He became even more afraid, as if sensing death looming.

Even recently, he faintly felt something seemed to have gone wrong with the Yin Devil's side, as if a bug appeared at the edge of his path.

The bug, at an extremely weak and hard to detect speed, gnawed away bit by bit.

He felt there was definitely some kind of conspiracy.

If he intervened, it would surely expose him.

Every time he conceived a bit of a thought, he felt Cha Wang and Jiu Nian, as if watching him from afar, smiling kindly and beckoning to him.

He endured it, after all, even ignoring that bug which seemed to exist faintly, he surely wouldn't die.

Just then, he sensed something else that couldn't be fully blocked.

The Cliff Divine King, who guards the way, had moved.

The Seven Yin gritted his teeth, continued to check his old nest once more, confirmed it was sealed before lying down on the throne, going straight into sleep.

Let it be.

With the Cliff Divine King moving like this, it might just prevent all the fallen gods from ever returning to their former glory.

If the Cliff Divine King went to such lengths, why should the Seven Yin struggle?

He wasn't planning on showing up in this era at all!

No matter what happens, don't even think about forcing him out!