Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1628 - 438: Victory in the Shadows, Shattered by Truth

"Does Your Excellency have any intention of going to take a look?""Let's go."

Upon hearing this, the Yang-destroying Devil had no hesitation.

In his heart, he thought, Yu Ziqing is really reliable; whatever good things there are, he always remembers him.

Jia Shisi saluted and left carrying the idol covered with red cloth.

He sped along, leaving Dadui, and at several hundred miles above the Abyss Rift Valley, he sat cross-legged and waited quietly.

He waited until a large number of Devils surged, and a Great Devil emerged from the Abyss Rift Valley. The powerful beings of Dali appeared one after another, and after confronting those Great Devils, Jia Shisi did not find an opportunity to act.

The protection in Almsgiving Town was very strong. There were already three powerful beings taking action, and for the moment, nothing was happening. Jia Shisi was not interested in stealing the credit.

The number of Great Devils was extremely small, and their types were mostly different. Each one could be considered an extremely rare source of materials.

It is usually very difficult to obtain them. After all, breaking into the Abyss, fighting on foreign ground, rushing into the heart of the Devils' territory, and killing a Great Devil is exceedingly challenging and dangerous.

Plus, without sufficient information, even powerful beings with this capability wouldn't rashly act without necessity.

Of course, there's another more important reason: not knowing what materials from a certain Great Devil might be usable or what is most precious.

Jia Shisi quietly awaited in the sky, while the idol of the Yang-destroying Devil floated beside him. A layer of blood-red hue rapidly circulated over the red cloth, and the Yang-destroying Devil was getting excited.

From his perspective, there were living beings Falling at almost every moment.

The sensation when those Devils fell was far less than that of those who suffered right before death, with high spiritual wisdom.

But the quantity of Devils was plentiful; the endless experience of death's beauty more than satisfies.

Moreover, these Great Devils had spiritual wisdom far higher than the ordinary cannon fodder Devils. The fall of these Great Devils allowed the Yang-destroying Devil to feel more intensely.

After so many years of accumulation, he no longer cared much about the insights gained from the death of the weak. Even with such vast quantities of weaklings dying, there was no qualitative change.

What he wanted to witness was the death of the strong.

The harder it is for someone to meet death, the more the Yang-destroying Devil enjoyed it, including his own.

After feeling aligned with the surroundings for a long time, the Yang-destroying Devil suddenly focused on the northwest direction.

He sensed a breath ancient and vast, as if the truth itself had descended.

In the distant sky, he saw a giant head of a hungry ghost suddenly appear, biting onto a dark gold balance.

The moment he also sensed Jiu Nian's presence, the idol of the Yang-destroying Devil, covered with a red cloth that seemed to seep blood, began to emit intense waves of aura.

As the aura fluctuated violently, dark red spots began to appear on the originally bright red cloth, with drops of dark red blood seeping through the fabric.

The thick and pure aura of death exploded instantly.

"Ha...hahaha, you really keep your word..."

The idol covered in red cloth transformed into a beam of red light, directly flying towards the location of the dark gold balance.

"Ancient contract, Jiu Nian, hahahaha, fool, you actually dared to enter into such an ancient contract.

The Truth Contract, solidified, you're going to die, you're going to die...

You're going to die..."

The Yang-destroying Devil appeared almost deranged as his long-held insights seemed to erupt at this moment.

As the idol, enveloped in ominous bloody light, approached, the continuous death Qi and aura from the endlessly falling devil cannon fodder on the battlefield were attracted and enveloped.

In an instant, an endless river of death Qi, silent, dark, gloomy, and devoid of life, formed and surged towards the idol of the Yang-destroying Devil.

At that very moment.

In a perspective no one could witness, a barely discernible, dust-like tiny droplet stirred faint ripples, its influence expanding relentlessly over time.

Finally, under constant influence, what began as a nearly negligible speck of dust turned into a straw.

The final straw that broke the camel's back.

The Yang-destroying Devil, from a state of potentially appearing or not appearing, potentially watching or not watching, was slightly nudged.

It was merely a routine application from Kuihou Country that would have appeared, where a small role at the bottom slightly altered efficiency without affecting the outcome.

All it took was an extra half cup of tea's time, and at first, the processing of this application got delayed till after work.

As a result, the routine application began processing only the next day, sorting out documentation, and some parts were extracted for the Riddler to verify.

Subsequently, step by step, as processes accumulated, the end result was that this routine application appeared on Zhang's desk at a completely different time.

This application ultimately presented itself on Zhang's desk at the most appropriate time.

Yet the direction of events remained unchanged; Zhang still read through it and completed the review.

This kind of situation, amid the endless waves, wouldn't even count as a node, let alone a small crest.

However.

Zhang, amidst his busy schedule, just happened to receive that hint.

Zhang, who dedicated himself to Dadui all his life, always immensely capable of grasping various details, in that moment inevitably thought of the Yang-destroying Devil brought back by Yu Ziqing.