Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1669 - 449: The True Spirit of the Jinx, Time's Up

In his life, he likely wasn't from a poor family either; his bones are delicate, he could eat his fill, and nutrition was sufficient. He might have been a cultivator by birth, and moreover, he died at a young age.An ancient demon, born of the human race, Yu Ziqing didn't find it strange.

Even True Dragons hail from the human race, so why can't ancient demons?

Yu Ziqing glanced at the three tokens rotating around the ice sphere and tapped on the ice sphere.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you conscious?"

Yu Ziqing switched between several languages in one breath, from ancient times all the way to the era of deities.

The bones within the ice sphere showed no reaction.

Yu Ziqing shook his head discreetly, thinking this fellow is probably frozen solid and can't react. He spoke to himself,

"I was entrusted by the ancient demon Cloud Whale to find you. Now that I have, I can't break the ice sealing of the Ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Ice without harming you. I'll take you now and find someone to help."

After speaking, Yu Ziqing waved his wide sleeve, and the ice sphere shrunk continuously, falling into his sleeve.

Stepping out of the ice cave, Yu Ziqing looked around at the gigantic ice mountains resembling a stone forest and approached one of the hundreds-zhang-tall ice mountains. He widened his eyes and saw blood light like streaks, transforming into scorching Blood Flame, burning the base of the ice mountain.

After two months of busy work, the ice mountain was almost completely cut through. Yu Ziqing exhaled and let out a low shout, as Qi-Blood burned fiercely like fire.

He punched at the place where the ice mountain's foot was still connected and watched as thin cracks surfaced. The remaining connected part could no longer bear the immense weight after the cracks appeared.

Without waiting for the ice mountain to fall, Yu Ziqing swung his wide sleeve, burning Qi-Blood. The space around the ice mountain was continuously compressed, taking one incense stick of time to slowly shrink to the size of a human head, and Yu Ziqing collected it into his sleeve.

Having come here, not taking anything feels like a loss.

Looking again at the towering ice mountains around, Yu Ziqing sighed inwardly, thinking it's too wasteful of time to dig slowly like this.

The time cost is too high. Without special means, an average Ninth Tier Strong would hardly dig much.

It's better to leave it to Dazhen, let Dazhen mine it, and if needed, he can buy it.

With a thought, the White Bone Divine Bridge appeared underfoot. Yu Ziqing returned to Jiayin City and then went straight to Jinlan Mountain.

Returning to Jinlan Mountain, he saw the village chief training the people of Jinlan Mountain, teaching them the basics of the Jinlan Secret Method.

After waiting for a while, when those participating in the training completed their comprehension and were carried away, Yu Ziqing walked forward, swung his wide sleeve, and a deep blue ice sphere about ten feet tall fell on the ground.

"Village chief, please lend your aid.

See how to shatter this ice sphere without harming the person inside."

The village chief looked at the bones inside, somewhat hesitant—is this a person?

"You know, my control still isn't quite there, can't achieve perfect control.

This Ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Ice is unimaginably hard; I fear I can't control it.

From what I've thought about it, across the world, you're likely the only one who can do it."

"Just like the Little Merfolk, this one is an ancient demon—the fourth ancient demon we've been searching for.

I finally managed to dig him out from the Ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Ice Mountain."

Saying this, Yu Ziqing flew into the air, chose a spot, and with a swing of his wide sleeve, tossed out the hundreds-zhang-high Ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Ice Mountain, letting it crash heavily on the ground.

"I dug this out in that godforsaken place after months of effort.

Finally managed to dig out one, now it's left at home.

How you use it is up to you."

The village chief glanced sideways at Yu Ziqing, said nothing, but extended a finger and gently tapped the ice sphere.

Weak power centered on that point and slowly reflected within the ice sphere.

"Fortunately, you were somewhat cautious; the bones inside probably can't withstand even one-tenth of your strength.

If you struck, whether the ice sphere shattered or not, the bones inside would surely be shaken into powder."

Yu Ziqing nodded repeatedly, continuing to lavish praise.

Because of the ice sealing of the Ten-thousand-year-old Mysterious Ice, he couldn't sense the situation inside at all, thus didn't dare to act rashly.

In his heart, he still had a definite understanding; finally finding one, only to shake it to death inside with one punch would be quite embarrassing.

The village chief extended his finger and kept tapping gently at various points on the ice sphere.

A moment later, he extended a finger and forcefully pressed a fingerprint onto the Profound Ice sphere.

"Burn half a foot inward here."

Once Yu Ziqing finished burning, the village chief pressed another fingerprint elsewhere.

"Here, burn out a hole three inches deep and three inches wide."

After working for several two-hour periods, the village chief reached out both hands and lifted the entire ice sphere, shaking his waist and shoulders. Invisible power, wild yet orderly according to the village chief's control, continuously bounced around inside the ice sphere.

Excess power, furthermore, was collected back by the village chief and offloaded into the earth.

Crack...

A crisp sound rang out, and the ice sphere shattered suddenly like tempered glass into countless irregular small ice shards.

A skeleton, with a jade-like sheen, faintly tinged with blue, and still covered with small fragments of Profound Ice, fell to the ground.

Layers of flowing light began to gently cover the surface of the skeleton.

A point of eerie blue light appeared in its eye sockets.

Cold Qi, centering on the skeleton, began spreading to the surroundings. Whatever it passed over was completely icebound.

The Cold Qi spread barely over a li before stopping. Suddenly, the skeleton moved slightly, somewhat staggered and with difficulty, propped itself up with its arm bones, wobbling as it stood.

At the same time.

In the Sorrow Cave Heaven of the Hengduan Mountains' southern part, the remains of the Heavenly Monarch Luoge, encompassed by endless Death Qi, is lifted from the mausoleum as if protected by a king.

Endless Death Qi spontaneously transforms, forming countless figures, chanting ancient ballads.

The massive tombstone, whose age is unknown, slowly cracks.

The characters Luoge on it, seemingly substantial, fall off on their own, transforming into a stream of light, merging into the body of the Heavenly Monarch Luoge.

Among the countless figures illusioned by Death Qi, one figure stepped out and approached the Heavenly Monarch Luoge's side, performed an ancient ceremonial bow, and chanted as if singing,

"Heavenly Monarch, the time has come..."