Master of Strange Dao

"I've been waiting for you."

"The drop of golden blood in your heart, hurry up."

Yu Ziqing, hearing this, did not dare to hesitate and directly produced the drop of golden blood condensed from Blood Rebirth, handing it over to Yang.

Yang dripped that drop of golden blood onto the incense.

The most perfect and vibrant golden blood seeped in, and the light smoke it burned gave off a slight change.

Yu Ziqing saw that on the blood-colored Tao Jiajie's body, black lines appeared, as if tainted.

The eyes that seemed about to open were also smudged with black.

But the pressure from the blood-colored Tao Jiajie suddenly descended.

Yu Ziqing's form slightly lowered, as if a mountain pressed upon him.

He braced himself, straightening his back, all his bones creaking, and the Yin God's eyes in his mind opened, while the sage chants from the Earth Deity Origin suddenly became grand.

Yu Ziqing's eyes shone with a terrifying Divine Light, looking at the blood-colored Tao Jiajie.

This familiar pressure, this familiar feeling.

It's that Wig White Water Egg.

There's no mistake, it's him.

In an instant, Yu Ziqing understood many things.

Having been lost for eight thousand years, because of the Undying Mandala's trail leaking again, Tao Jiajie could return.

Tao Jiajie is none other than the descending Wig White Water Egg.

Many weird feelings instantly unraveled.

Unexpectedly, they finally confronted each other, riling up Yang without knowing each other's identity, taking the initiative.

With that thought, Yu Ziqing didn't feel the loss of the drop of golden blood was a waste.

Seeing Yang, Yu Ziqing felt that Yang seemed to have more to say.

The spell continued.

But that spell, composed of unknown runes, suddenly changed.

The low chant became increasingly heavy.

While Yu Ziqing felt nothing, on the other side, Tao Jiajie sensed trouble.

The Blood Sea had submerged his Descended Body.

And on the cliff's edge, the face of Wig White Water Egg with Tao Jiajie's expression emerged, his consciousness forcibly returning.

But under his feet, as if black-red blood was seeping upward through his feet, the power permeating his body.

That power suddenly shifted direction, not eroding his flesh but with a fixed direction.

Innate vitality, Immortal Grass Poisonous Gas, and a peculiar ancient aura, with a familiar Hungry Ghost Dao aura.

Entwined together, yet without harming him, going straight for his heart.

When those forces intertwined, breaking through barriers, he forced open his divine eyes, locking gazes with that pair of vertical pupils.

Seeing the patterns in those eyes, finally feeling the divinity within, his body shook, utterly shocked.

"A True Dragon?! How could there still be a True Dragon, impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

And with that shake, a bit of that power seeped into his heart.

In his heart, power continuously gathered, forming a three-dimensional rune, tainted directly by that power.

The rune's radiance gradually dimmed, its divinity twisted, its mystique polluted.

At this moment, he finally understood what the other party intended to do.

It wasn't really the seemingly powerful Blood Killing Curse; maybe the first half was, but the latter half certainly wasn't.

The latter half aimed to pollute his ability to capture the True Name Seal, taint his heart, ruining some of his abilities.

The other party never intended to kill him.

This method gave him a sense of familiarity.

Recalling, the last time he descended, he was killed unexpectedly like this.

...

On the sacrificial altar, floating in mid-air, the blood-colored Tao Jiajie formed by smoke shattered, scattering into a sky full of blood-colored mist.

The mist continuously swirled towards Yang.

In an instant, Yu Ziqing noticed the massive Power of Calamity emerging.

And Yang's body shook, collapsing onto the altar.

Yu Ziqing, ignoring everything else, directly moved in front of Yang, reaching out a hand to capture the blood-colored mist.

And the vast Power of Calamity continued to surge into his body, directly absorbed by him.

Yu Ziqing rolled up his sleeve, revealing a blood-colored rune on his arm, an Ominous Aura constantly breeding Power of Calamity.

Yu Ziqing was indifferent, glancing at Yang on the ground.

It seemed there was no big problem.

A moment later, Yang awakened, feeling himself, then looked at Yu Ziqing's right arm.

"You bore the cost for me?"

"After bearing it, you'll surely face a calamity next."

"No need to, I can bear it, and besides, I intend to trigger this calamity actively."

"Then I give you?"

Yang sighed, saying nothing more.

"Can you tell me what's going on now?" Yu Ziqing took out a flask of alcohol for Yang.

Yang downed the flask in one go.

"Let's talk when we get back, someone's coming soon."

Yang opened his mouth and inhaled, taking in everything there, then followed Yu Ziqing, borrowing the Abyss to return to Almsgiving Town.

Meanwhile, over by the East Sea, the Old Dragon King revealed his True Body, flying swiftly.

Upon arrival, there was nothing left to see.

His eyes filled with anxiety and anticipation, two beams of Divine Light constantly scanning, yet finding nothing.

Only a trace of lingering aura was captured by him.

That was clearly the aura of the Dragon Clan, yet with a faintly different divinity.