Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1640 - 441: A Wish, the Dead World (5k)_2

Qi-Blood dispersed and seeped out. I was very sure that everyone's body, even if there were other problems, definitely had no issue in that respect.I once thought it was a problem with the Alien power inside Jinlan Mountain, but later I discovered that within the range covered by Jinlan Mountain, it all seemed to be affected.

The Han Dong couple must have been affected as well."

"It can't be a Curse, right."

"Why can't it be?" the village chief shot back.

"If it were a Curse, Yang would definitely be able to see it."

As soon as the words left Yu Ziqing's mouth, he immediately regretted them a little; at the very least he shouldn't cut off the village chief's last bit of hope.

The village chief had been hung up on this ever since he was still a Mortal.

Later, as he grew stronger and stronger, to the point his Qi-Blood was strong enough to forcibly hold open the Alien power of Jinlan Mountain, he'd had even more to hope for.

"Whatever it is, for that little brat to be born, he definitely rammed straight through some kind of restriction.

But the more specific, more core parts—I'll slowly study them later."

Yu Ziqing spoke with absolute certainty.

That little brat's birth had been carved out by one Divine King of All Gods sacrificing everything to open the way in front, and then another Divine King of All Gods Falling as the price, forcing a path into existence.

Whatever restriction Jinlan Mountain had, it wasn't worth shit in comparison.

It had just been rolled right over in passing, without even leaving a sensation behind.

After soothing the old man a bit, the old man put his hands behind his back and went to tease the child, saying that while the kid was still young and his body soft, he'd first lay a foundation and toughen him up.

This was making it clear: since you've fallen into my Jinlan Mountain, whether or not you walk the path of Body Refinement in the future, your foundation has to be solid.

The female Ba was definitely happy about that. She couldn't do these things herself; with a Body Cultivation grandmaster who could control things down to the finest detail personally helping, there was no way she'd refuse.

She herself had taken the path of an extremely powerful fleshly body.

How the kid chose later, whether he'd follow Han Dong to practice the sword—that was all for the future; for now, he needed a foundation.

Yu Ziqing shook his head, swaying slightly as he entered Jinlan Mountain and came to the Jade Tomb.

He set out a tea tray, brewed tea for himself, added some ingredients into the Jade Tomb's tea, and scattered it to the Jade Tomb.

"Do you know what exactly the Alien power of Jinlan Mountain is?

The people of Jinlan Mountain can't have children—does that actually have anything to do with the Alien power?"

"Don't ask me, I really don't know. At most I can vaguely sense that there's some connection, that's all."

"It's been so many years. Have you remembered anything? The Evil Lord? The Vast Dao? The Yuan Lord? Have you remembered them?"

"I haven't."

Yu Ziqing was somewhat disappointed. The Jade Tomb probably didn't even know that the Vast Dao was created by the Evil Lord.

"I can't remember what came before, can't recall the things you're talking about.

I don't actually have much impression of them; not even their names ring a bell.

But in the last few days, I suddenly remembered something else.

A scene appeared in my mind."

From within the Jade Tomb, black qi flew out and sank into Yu Ziqing's body. The next moment, he felt an image surface in his mind.

A vast, desolate, dead world—no wind, no rain, no sun, moon, or starlight, and not the slightest trace of any Living Beings, barren and dead, so cold it seemed to have lost all color.

The image continued, but everything he saw within it did not change in the slightest, as if frozen at that very instant.

Soon, the image vanished.

Yu Ziqing had no idea what it meant, but he could roughly infer that place definitely wasn't the present world.

It was like a world whose Sky Dome had been torn away, a world already dead, drifting in the Void.

By his guess, eighty percent that was the Void.

The place where the Jade Tomb, the Evil Lord, and the Holy Mountain had been before they fell into the present world.

And this thing he'd suddenly recalled in the last few days was, eighty percent, also related to what had happened recently.

Jiu Nian's death, the Yang-destroying Devil touching death—the impact from that was definitely far greater than he had imagined.

"Do you know where this place is?"

"I don't. No impression, no sense of it at all. It just suddenly came to mind."

"In the past, you definitely couldn't have directly shown me this image."

"I don't know why I can do it either; I just suddenly felt it. And I feel like my rate of recovery has sped up."

Yu Ziqing thought to himself: but of course. You, this Jade Tomb, your very nature is restricted—if you've got a chance to recover, you ought to go kowtow to the Yang-destroying Devil at least once.

And at the same time, you should give me and Yang each one, too.

If it weren't for the three of us, by the time I died of old age, you'd probably still have no chance of advancing from the Jade Tomb state to the next stage of metamorphosis.

Yu Ziqing left some Jade Scrolls for the Jade Tomb.

"If you remember anything else in the future, make sure to call me."

"Alright."

Yu Ziqing scattered a large amount of tonics, then turned and left.

The Jade Tomb devoured those tonics and continued maintaining its original state.

The only thing from the past it could remember, the only clear image, was that same unchanging scene from just now.

It felt nothing toward it, not even a sense of familiarity.

It was just like a bystander.

New images were actually continuing to surface, but each one was just like the last, utterly unchanged.

...

Life suddenly settled down. Yu Ziqing sent the Yang-destroying Devil back to the little temple.

This had been at the Yang-destroying Devil's own strong request, because he didn't want to miss this year's beheading season.

Even though watching beheadings these days wasn't actually that effective, he still didn't want to miss it.

He especially didn't want anything happening at the beheading season because he wasn't there.

It was his duty, and it was also a hard necessity, like everyday home-cooked meals.

Yu Ziqing was quite gratified that the Yang-destroying Devil still remembered his duty, and naturally delivered him back personally.