Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1799: Chapter 487: Reverence, Drunken Life and Dream Death

A trace of confusion flickered in Jia Shisi’s eyes.

"At my realm, I don’t usually have this kind of feeling without reason.

I always feel that one day, His Majesty will ascend just like the first Dao cultivator and disappear without a trace."

The Yang-destroying Devil sneered at Jia Shisi’s sudden sentiment.

"Don’t even think about it, your Majesty is not the type to sacrifice everything for cultivation.

If he were, he would have already achieved what others dream of.

He avoids the shortcut to truth, that ascends to heaven in one step.

Instead, he walks slowly, one step at a time. I don’t quite understand him.

If he were willing to give up everything, hmph, those two bastards would definitely be done for.

I would have already embraced death long ago."

The Yang-destroying Devil personally watched Yu Ziqing fall from being just one step away from truth back to being a mortal, unable to comprehend at all.

A Dao seeker should have the resolve to abandon everything, just for the great Dao, right?

What’s good about being an emperor, what’s tasty about tofu pudding, what’s nice about the Jade Tablet, what’s interesting about the women of Kuihou Country?

If it were him, he would have given it all up long ago.

The Yang-destroying Devil felt a bit resentful, while Jia Shisi pretended not to hear. He was too familiar with the Devil’s thoughts.

Wanting his Majesty to abandon everything? Dream on.

Thankfully, he knew what kind of devil the Yang-destroying was. If someone else said such things, he would’ve drowned that person quietly in a cesspool.

Meanwhile, Yu Ziqing, using the rib of the Moon God as a guide and drawing from his own experience and knowledge, traipsed through the moonlight and found his way to the Moon Palace.

Upon arrival at the Moon Palace, he saw that the nest once belonging to the Evil Devil was transformed into an elegant courtyard.

The surrounding monsters had disappeared, seemingly turning into strands of rosy clouds spinning around the Moon Palace. frёewebηovel.cѳm

The Moon God’s appearance hadn’t changed, her blood-red dress had turned into a pure white, adorned only by striking blood-red flowers scattered across her gown.

Yu Ziqing looked at the dignified and elegant Moon God, feeling uneasy.

He descended from the sky, settling into the pavilion of the Moon Palace, casually sitting across from the Moon God, and couldn’t help but say,

"Relax, there’s no outsiders here."

He placed a black jar on the stone table with a snap.

"Freshly prepared, might take some time to brew properly, but I think here is just right. It’s definitely the best wine, the kind that can get deities drunk!"

Yu Ziqing was full of confidence. If this wasn’t it, then perhaps such a thing doesn’t exist in this world.

The Moon God who had sat up straight found herself swallowing a little at Yu Ziqing’s words, her brows relaxed into a smile.

"Really?"

"Absolutely real, it includes divine powers and big and little strangeness, the finest materials.

However, to make it successfully, you’ll have to lend a hand.

To slowly dissolve its power with the force of the bright moon here."

Yu Ziqing buried the black jar in the barren little garden, the Moon God pointed with a finger, and the rich power of moonlight continuously seeped in, wrapping around the jar, infiltrating bit by bit.

"By the way, where’s Yang? I heard Yang was here?"

The Moon God pointed outside the Moon Palace.

"That gentleman said he wanted to research something and went out.

The Auspicious Beast said it wanted to cleanse the entire bright moon, and it also left."

"Then forget about them, Yang is like that. It’s rare for him to come, and he’ll definitely seize the opportunity to research thoroughly."

Saying this, Yu Ziqing handed the Moon God’s rib back to her.

"Here’s your rib, the blood moon is almost gone, there’s no use for it."

"I gave it to you as a gift, it’s not meant to be taken back." The Moon God retorted elegantly but generously.

Yu Ziqing pondered, the Moon God’s rib is equivalent to an extra divine skill blessing, without the blood moon, it could still be useful in the future.

"Doesn’t this harm you?"

"No, just a missing rib, a minor issue, it’s more important whether I can drink the wine you mentioned."

"Alright, I’ll accept it then."

Yu Ziqing took the rib, happily mulling over how his moonlight divine skill, henceforth need not be self-cultivated.

He cheated and trained a lifetime without ever reaching the effectiveness of the Moon God personally blessing it, with the rib in hand.

The two of them sat by the barren garden, chatting and pondering when the wine could be brewed.

Moonlight gathered into streams, gurgling down, continuously infiltrating the buried wine jar.

The warm and chilling power accelerated the brewing process.

The most universal power, merged and dissolved the chaos within.

Day by day time passed, in the eyes of people in reality, the bright moon already returned to its original state.

Only the blood-red flowers on the Moon God’s white gown remained, never fading.

In reality, Dadui reclaimed their homeland, rather than continuing east, they settled to digest the regained territory.

The stated reason was that Daqian was in chaos, frying in a pot, and Dadui moving east would drag them into the muck. freeweɓnovel.cøm

The Second Prince withdrew his troops from West Qian and headed North Qian.

Because the previously leading fool, coupled with internal strife, in chaos lost the territory north of Mother River to Dali’s southward conquest.

Dali continued southward, seizing Mother River.

But then the Second Prince stopped them, and the two sides faced off across Mother River.

Twelve years passed in a blink.

In the Moon Palace, the Moon God was still with Yu Ziqing, waiting by the flower field.

The sweet aroma rose from the field, unaffected by the black jar.

Yu Ziqing dug out the black jar, flicking a finger to open the lid, the fragrance poured out, forming countless illusions around.

Yu Ziqing took out a cup, and from within the black jar, two amber-colored, slightly thick streams of liquor flew out, into the cup.

"Cheers."

With a cup of wine downed, he saw the Moon God’s gaze turn hazy.

"Such good wine, truly strong enough, what’s it called?"

Yu Ziqing drank a cup, his mind also became fuzzy, his consciousness started to soar.

"Why not call it Drunken Life and Dream Death."