Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1557 - 416: The Little Water Droplet Has Grown

Time and again, experiments were conducted from various angles, entering from minor changes that would not affect the overall situation, all to no avail.The Ancient God did not give up and continued to try, because within the range He could perceive, this node was the most critical.

There were indeed more distant key nodes, but those key stages were already entirely confirmed and fixed, belonging to the realm of irreversible destiny.

This crucial node, at least, seemed the easiest to influence, the easiest to alter.

Because within this key node, everyone was mortal.

He only needed to keep trying, provoke a slight change, and then watch for the results.

Unfortunately, the outcome was always the same each time.

After enough attempts, He did confirm the key person, who was Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing, who was already renowned far and wide.

He couldn't understand why Yu Ziqing, who seemed indeed dead, was still alive now. Even if he appeared as a corpse, He could understand, as humans frequently engaged in such matters in the past.

He wanted to change this outcome.

Whether Yu Ziqing was killed, eaten, or even fell, choked, or died of thirst, it didn't matter; as long as there was a change, it was enough.

However, no matter how he was influenced, Yu Ziqing's eyes were always hollow in the end, showing no abnormality, quietly dying of starvation.

Thus, this key node ended here.

He tried tens of thousands of times against the Old Emperor Qian, but he had already carried out hundreds of thousands of attempts against the Wilderness node.

The closest attempt was when a guy who could no longer hold on, whose awareness was already frenzied, prepared to bite Yu Ziqing's throat when this guy was too weak, too weak to crawl out three feet.

This guy was just three feet away from Yu Ziqing.

Clearly so close, being mere mortals, barely starving mortals, just a tiny step away from potentially making a small change.

Both ended in death, switching from death by starvation to having his throat bitten open, blood flooding into the lungs, drowning in his own blood.

If successful, everything might have changed.

But it never succeeded. He brought the Cannibal in, guiding from smaller and more distant nodes, yet it always missed by just a tiny bit.

It was precisely that little bit that led Him to make hundreds of thousands of attempts.

From not finding the key person initially, to finding the key person, then to tens of miles, a few miles, two mountain tops, then three feet.

Getting ever closer, the gap ever smaller.

Only that completely negligible tiny distance, yet it was like an impassable chasm.

Ironically, it was so visible, within reach, preventing Him from giving up.

Unlike the Old Emperor Qian, completely blocked with no possibility to see, which made Him completely abandon it.

He did not stop trying with the Wilderness node.

He also attempted at the initial node of the South Sea Island Spirit Transformation Array.

Ultimately, the only minor success lay only in the subsequent promotion of the Spirit Transformation Array.

Judging from the results, the Spirit Transformation Array did indeed emerge, but without further impacts following it up, without the construction of the Super Large Spirit Transformation Array, the outcome was effectively halted with the advent of the Spirit Transformation Array.

The Ancient God's focus was on that immediate, readily changeable aspect.

He no longer paid much attention to countless tiny changes made previously.

In an imperceptible little corner where He made a change, a tiny imperceptible scene flickered slightly.

The little wavelets stirred up by the Ancient God, under some unknown force, slightly experienced an imperceptible change.

Just like the water droplets splashed up when the little wavelets fell, one of which slightly diverted its course as it fell.

Within that little droplet, a snowflake emerged, a picture unfolded within the droplet.

It was a winter night, snowflakes drifted down, tumbling silently in a windless night, as if they were speaking, hiding some secrets no one knew.

In a grand house within the city, there was still a bustling scene.

In the main hall, a large character for "longevity" was pasted, an old man, whose hair and beard were white and whose face bore age spots, was leading his descendants in worshipping an unnamed memorial tablet, in front of which three Jade Scrolls were placed.

"Years ago, I happened upon a Jade Scroll left by a predecessor, and these three were the key to our family's rise.

Unfortunately, at the time, in a panic, when I went back later, it rained for several days, a rare landslide occurred on the mountain, and I could never find the predecessor's tomb again.

Our Jia Family members must remember, we must remain calm in the face of events, and never panic, and never forget our debts of gratitude.

Forgetting our roots would mean no today for our family."

The old man burned incense in worship, still regretting not finding the predecessor's remains to rebury them.

As for the ritual oration, most of the younger generation below didn't care much, seeing it as a perfunctory formality, a spectacle for guests.

The birthday banquet was vibrant, and when it concluded and most guests had gone, a baby's cry resounded.

The old man turned his gaze to the side, he no longer remembered which generation of descendant was holding the child, leaving him somewhat dazed.

He beckoned to the young person holding the child, who approached anxiously with the child.

"Greetings, Heavenly Ancestor Grandfather."