Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1800: Chapter 488: Mist Sea, Dao Cultivator

Just one cup, and Yu Ziqing felt his consciousness floating, as if an endless dream world unfolded before his eyes.

A gentle breeze carried him through this world, seeming at once both to step into it and to remain adrift.

Everything seemed to be wrapped in mist, indistinct yet present, with only a vague outline.

He could vaguely sense it, as though many people were talking, as though he saw many things, yet perhaps not.

Dazed, the world spinning, he fell back into his body, left with only a faint buzz of tipsiness after drinking.

Yu Ziqing sat on the ground, gently rubbing his head, thinking the ingredients were too good, especially with the Heavenly Devil King added in, the potency of the drink was a bit too strong.

For someone of his power, even a single cup was enough to make him feel giddy.

He turned his head to look at the Moon God, seeing her already sprawled on the ground, fast asleep, muttering who knows what, in a manner quite unrefined.

Yu Ziqing picked her up and dragged her to the pavilion to let her continue sleeping.

It seemed the drink was especially effective for deities, with one cup enough to make them drunk.

Yu Ziqing poured himself another cup, this time using a larger cup. It seemed like he saw something earlier, but he was just a bit off.

Upon waking, he didn’t feel like there was any harm to his body or Divine Soul, a good drink doesn’t cause a hangover.

He pulled out a box of peanuts, sat at a stone table, and nibbled on peanuts while drinking. After downing a large cup, that spinning feeling came over him again. Prepared, he leaned back on the chair, gradually succumbing to intoxication.

As he drifted into a drunken state, his consciousness floated away once more, everything around him cloaked in mist.

He flew with the wind through the mist, and after some time, the vague outlines within the mist began to clear.

He saw a cliff, where a giant monster lay at the edge, devouring something.

With a thought, the wind carried Yu Ziqing closer.

But then, the giant monster appeared startled and hurriedly retreated.

Then behind it, another creature, exuding a fierce aura, rushed to the cliff’s edge.

Before Yu Ziqing could see clearly, the wind whisked him away from the cliff to fly further and further away.

A thought flashed in his mind, what he saw seemed familiar...

What was it again, oh, he remembered, a Yin Devil.

Was that earlier a Yin Devil?

Yu Ziqing’s consciousness floated aimlessly, without dwelling too much on it, he continued drifting.

Elsewhere, in the Yin Devil Nest, an Evil Lord in the form of a Combat Yin Devil stood at the edge of the Mist Sea, constantly scratching his head.

He couldn’t help but ask himself a question, did he sense it wrong?

He felt a hint of ominous presence being dragged by a strange, mystical wind, drifting in the Mist Sea, its path erratic as if drunken.

He could feel someone watching, and he believed it must be Yu Ziqing.

He was too familiar with Yu Ziqing’s power and aura.

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The reason for his scratching his head was, if Yu Ziqing came to the Yin Devil Nest from outside, he could accept it.

But for Yu Ziqing to drift in from the Mist Sea was like removing your underwear without taking off your trousers in winter.

It was filled with an oddity, defying common sense.

More bizarre was after Yu Ziqing drifted over, he scared away the Yin Devil Mother lying on the edge of the Mist Sea eating.

Who knows what the Yin Devil Mother sensed, like a frightened quail, now not daring to approach here.

Furthermore, Yu Ziqing came and didn’t even acknowledge him.

Evil Lord scratched his head, not understanding what was happening outside.

He hadn’t been outside for a long time, he had finally bore into the right track, the progress in parasitic erosion was good over the years, though not fast, it was steady.

With time, his erosion speed was tending to become faster and faster.

He was lost in it, unable to extricate himself, estimating that in a few hundred more years, he might successfully worm through the Yin Devil Dao.

And he wasn’t directly plundering, but instinctively absorbing, using it as nourishment for himself.

Parasiting on the Yin Devil Dao, then hatching his own Dao.

By rights, at the level of the Seven Yin King, he absolutely should have sensed it.

After all, simply in terms of power, he should have sensed it, not to mention the Seven Yin King’s sensitivity to anything disadvantageous to him.

He waited for years, yet didn’t see any reaction from the Seven Yin King.

It was as if the Seven Yin King hadn’t even noticed what the Evil Lord was doing, leaving the Evil Lord unable to stir up trouble even if he wanted to.

He was now almost sure, as long as the Seven Yin King stayed hidden, without leaving any traces or contacts, no one could find him.

The Evil Lord squatted at the edge of the Mist Sea, watching that hint of ominous presence drifting further away until it vanished, he felt it was time for him to go out.

To go out and see what’s happening outside, hoping Yu Ziqing hadn’t really died.

Though he also understood, with someone so ruthless, who never hesitated, who fled faster than anyone when necessary, full of strange ideas, how could they possibly get into trouble?

After pondering for a moment, the Evil Lord thought, this was eighty percent likely Yu Ziqing wandering aimlessly, somehow even reaching the Mist Sea.