Master of Strange Dao

"..."

Yu Ziqing was speechless, at least retort a couple of sentences.

However, with Yang's current image, even if he claimed to have no relation with the Dragon Clan, nobody would believe him.

Even if the Dragon Clan knew, they would probably retort back, saying "Indeed, one of our Dragon Clan, so what?"

Yu Ziqing took Yang along, departing from Almsgiving Town, directly heading into the Abyss, using it to reach the East Sea.

In just a few two-hour periods, they traversed over a hundred thousand miles, truly very convenient.

Anything occurring in the East Sea wouldn't relate to those far away in Almsgiving Town.

Landing on the seabed, Yu Ziqing advanced deeper for a while, as Yang flew out from his lead, transforming into a dragon form, swimming in the sea.

He opened his mouth and spat, a bubble appearing.

The bubble expanded continuously, creating a space of about one li at the seabed.

Numerous Jade Talismans flew out, landing continuously at the edges.

Yang opened his mouth and spat, a large amount of fine jade flying out, settling down, forming a sacrificial altar at the center.

Array Flags fell from all eight directions, moving without wind.

Then, on the altar, the magic platform was set, with everything from Yellow Talismans to an incense burner in place.

Yang's dragon body transformed into the size of a regular person, flying before the magic platform.

"Stand afar, just watch."

Yang closed his eyes to rest and waited silently. After a two-hour period, he finally opened his eyes.

He took out a thumb-thick incense stick, opened his mouth, and spat a flame to ignite it.

Thin smoke rose gracefully, and Yang's four paws together executed a Seal, simultaneously completing twelve hand gestures.

His paws intersected, in six directions - up, down, left, right, front, back - each with a Seal.

As the Spell was chanted, the thin smoke drifted up lightly.

A trace of Innate vitality taken from Fetus Hair gently rose.

From the fallen leaves of Immortal Herbs emerged the Immortal Grass Spiritual Mechanism and toxins.

Finally, everything condensed into the ambergris of a Giant Beast, transforming into an intoxicating aroma, seemingly granting great strength just by a sniff.

Around Yang's body, all the Jade Bricks and Jade Talismans began to glow.

The dissipating smoke slowly condensed into a human form, its features gradually forming, taking on the appearance of Tao Jiajie with closed eyes.

Yang's dragon eyes suddenly burst open with fury, and he spat a mouthful of Heart Blood, which fell into the smoke.

Yang's breath instantly weakened a little.

Yu Ziqing hesitated, wanting to speak but refraining, then refraining but wanting to speak again.

He knew Yang intended to use a person's own methods against them, yet the power was surely great, the seemingly low-restriction spell, could not possibly lack a price.

What the price was, Yang did not say, and Yu Ziqing guessed, it surely would not be light.

The bloodstained smoke human form became increasingly clearer, as if a blood-colored Tao Jiajie was floating there.

Meanwhile, far within the Dali boundaries, Tao Jiajie suddenly sensed a peculiarity.

Standing above the clouds, suspended in the air, he gazed eastward, frowning slightly.

"Blood Killing Curse? No, such a powerful spell."

In the next moment, he saw around him, a churning Blood Sea, and a pair of vertical pupils opened above the Blood Sea.

The edges of those pupils seemed to have countless lines and numerous patterns, spreading outwards like tree branches, yet naturally imbued with a divine charm.

The cold, icy gaze held only a chilling killing intent, with nothing else.

The Blood Sea churned, continuously rising.

Tao Jiajie climbed higher, yet the Blood Sea endlessly rose along with him.

His feet stood on the Blood Sea, the surface having already submerged his feet.

A sense of deadly aura kept corroding, and a pure deathly breath surfaced with it.

Tao Jiajie frowned slightly, then said nothing, a slight sneer curling the right corner of his mouth. He flexed his fingers to cut open his chest, extracting a still beating heart connected to blood vessels, chanting a Spell.

From the heart, a drop of golden blood dripped into the Blood Sea.

Instantly, the Blood Sea, which had submerged up to his calves, paused slightly, receding a bit downward.

Meanwhile, in the sky, those cold vertical pupils suddenly shrank into a narrow slit.

Far in the East Sea, Yang's breath slightly exhibited a change.

His pupils constricted to the extreme, a low growl emanating from his throat.

"Exactly the same."

The chanting from Yang's mouth suddenly became exhilarating, shifting from ancient languages, to the Dragon Clan's dragon language, then to unknown languages.

Yu Ziqing could only understand a few sporadic words.

At this moment, the Spell flew from his mouth, transforming continuously into runes Yu Ziqing did not recognize, dazzling in all colors.

Meanwhile, Tao Jiajie observed the Blood Sea's rising speed, not retreating but advancing, growing faster and faster.

He was somewhat surprised, but upon sensing it more finely.

Not only was there Innate Qi, but also the presence of Immortal Grass, and furthermore, Immortal Grass Poisonous Gas.

There was even a strange aura he could not quite define.

The blood pumping from his heart, the golden blood dripping, could not suppress the Blood Sea's rise.

Seeing the Blood Sea engulfing up to his waist, with time passing, it lifted irresistibly.

He thought of discarding this physical body entirely.

But at this time, he realized that mighty strength had been persistently holding him, making it now impossible to break free.

The unknown spell cast by the other seemed to have targeted his consciousness from the start.

He had an idea, directly linking to his true body.

An enormous pressure descended, his true body resisting the opponent's spell.

His consciousness began returning, with his physical body and inner strength burning.

On the other side, Yang's eyes emitted a light full of ferocity.