Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1610 - 432: Unpleasantness, Amidst These Mountains

Yu Ziqing stood outside the array, holding a book, quietly reading. His other hand was constantly forming seals, drawing massive runes swirling around him.Sensing the arrival of a familiar person, Yu Ziqing waved his hand, dispersing all the runes. He put away the book and turned around to look.

Upon seeing Wanjun, his brows slightly furrowed.

Just by sensing, he could determine that the visitor was the new emperor of the Immovable Immortal Dynasty.

What made him frown was that the national fate and power of the Divine Dynasty drawn by the newcomer were much stronger than those of the self-sacrificed Zhuge Baolin.

At least dozens of times more powerful.

A newly ascended emperor drawing national fate and Divine Dynasty power dozens of times more than the previous emperor seemed abnormal.

Moreover, as the person approached, Yu Ziqing sensed a disturbance in the Dao Court, with a peculiar feeling emanating from it, indescribable.

Yu Ziqing couldn't locate the source of this sensing.

"Greetings, Your Excellency. Pardon my intrusion," Ji Shen greeted politely, then gestured to introduce, "This is the new emperor of the Immortal Dynasty, Zhuge Wanjun."

"Greetings, Your Excellency," Wanjun greeted courteously.

Yu Ziqing sized up Wanjun, rose to greet, and then looked at Ji Shen.

"What is the matter?"

"Allow me to explain," Wanjun took over the topic.

"We wish to trade for some sweet rain. Some scholars and soldiers on the front lines have turned Devilic, and I want to save them.

We can exchange other items with Your Excellency."

Ji Shen hesitated, not expecting Wanjun to openly mention the trade.

However, seeing that Yu Ziqing didn't seem interested in entertaining him, Ji Shen kept silent, listening quietly.

"Trade?" Yu Ziqing chuckled, "Even if a trade is made, if the hungry ghosts refuse to accept your alms, it's useless."

"Your Excellency can name a price. As long as I can achieve it, I won't hesitate."

Yu Ziqing stepped closer, sensing becoming stronger, even feeling the drawn national fate strengthening.

A sense of oppression began to emerge, as the drawn national fate seemingly intensified, hindering his approach.

Even, the national fate of Dadui Country that Yu Ziqing could borrow began to manifest, initiating a confrontation.

As Yu Ziqing walked step by step to fifty paces in front of Wanjun, the confrontation of national fate uncontrollably unfolded.

Behind Yu Ziqing, a phantom of Dadui emerged, and even within its shadow, there was an extra Dadui phantom. With this support, he became the strongest emperor in Dadui's history to mobilize national fate.

Even the First Generation Emperor Dui couldn't mobilize as much as he could.

With one step, a phantom image of the Immovable Immortal Dynasty's territory appeared beneath Wanjun's feet, precisely fifty paces from her position to the boundary.

Yu Ziqing, carrying his might, stepped directly onto the phantom of the Immovable Immortal Dynasty's territory.

His rank, and that of Dadui, were both higher than the opponent's, utterly unstoppable.

As he stepped in, the Dao Court slightly trembled, and that indescribable feeling abruptly turned remarkably clear.

Looking up, everything around him seemed to transform into flowing light, darting swiftly, as if something dragged him toward a target.

As he lifted his gaze, he saw ahead, misty white air, ethereal, with clouds and mist swirling, and the shadow of a massive mountain shaped like a pen holder, faintly visible amidst the clouds.

Before Yu Ziqing could take a clearer look, all images vanished in an instant.

Wanjun seemed slightly shocked, looking at the Immovable Immortal Dynasty's territory phantom beneath her feet.

Yu Ziqing stepped back, causing all phenomena to dissipate.

"I can give you some sweet rain, and I can also plead on your behalf to let the hungry ghosts assist, accept the Almsgiving Ceremony, and help you dispel the Devil Thought."

"What do you want?" Wanjun asked.

"What I want, you cannot give," Yu Ziqing looked at Ji Shen.

"I need a mountain peak, a small one will do."

"What?" Ji Shen furrowed his brow.

"If you don't understand, forget it, find someone who does to make the deal," Yu Ziqing retorted.

Hearing this, Ji Shen's eyes trembled, and his complexion drastically changed.

Yu Ziqing added another sentence.

"I only need the smaller left peak."

With these words, Ji Shen could no longer remain still, as he fully understood what Yu Ziqing referred to.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, such a condition cannot be accepted."

"What are you two talking about? What condition?" Wanjun couldn't help it, wondering why she was the only one without comprehension.

"Wanjun, perhaps you should return first, I will negotiate with this gentleman," Ji Shen extended his arm, signifying Wanjun to leave first.

Yu Ziqing wasn't accommodating these people, he knew right away that Wanjun was entirely in the dark about the actual situation.

"There exists a mountain, with three peaks, the central one being the tallest and largest, while the ones on the sides are half as high, generally shaped like a pen holder.

The leftmost peak is somewhat smaller; I only need this smallest one.

Even so, I won't use much; once experiments are done, I can return the rest."

This thing resides within you, or rather, inside you.

The decision is yours to make."

At first, Wanjun was confused, but hearing Yu Ziqing's description made her complexion change abruptly.

"The Holy Mountain?!"

Wanjun sharply turned to look at Ji Shen.

"The vanished Holy Mountain is inside me?"

Ji Shen grimaced, not knowing how to respond.

He hadn't anticipated that simply meeting Yu Ziqing would allow him to somehow gaze directly upon the Holy Mountain.

And to state it so bluntly, leaving no room for retreat.

Seeing Ji Shen's expression, Wanjun realized it must be true, and Ji Shen knew from the beginning.

Wanjun looked incredulous.

"How is this possible? Why wasn't I aware? Why couldn't I sense it?"

Ji Shen hesitated, unsure of what to say.

"Tell me, or I will leave everything right now."

Ji Shen, somewhat helpless, hadn't expected matters to unfold like this. He knew Wanjun's character well.

If left unsaid, she would indeed act decisively, and deception was out of the question.

After deliberation, Ji Shen sighed slightly, saying,

"Because... you are the Holy Mountain, you naturally cannot sense it."