King Xiang, even if he didn't want to rebel, had no other choice.
He would be swept away into this conflict.
In the end, if he didn't want to sit idly by, he could only rise up in revolt.
Rebellion.
Yu Ziqing saw the deserted stone city, the abandoned villages, the derelict felt tents, and understood completely.
This situation didn't need anyone to fan the flas; it would inevitably beco what it was now.
Neither King Xiang nor Emperor Zhen could change it.
This was the countless masses at the bottom, fighting for survival, for life itself.
It was an unsolvable issue.
When the population dwindled to the point where the warr southern areas – the pastures, fertile lands, and rivers – could accommodate the remaining people,
the civil war would naturally co to an end.
Looking at the desolate wilderness, Yu Ziqing suddenly felt a sense of helplessness.
He understood this larger trend, and the people of Dazhen could not fail to see it either.
Yet even if they saw through it, no one could stop it.
He suddenly understood why Dazhen allowed the White Sun Evil Cult to stir up trouble.
Continuing southward for six to seven thousand miles in total, the temperature was no longer so cold, and when he could finally see so exposed land, he occasionally found traces of recent human activity.
The ashes of campfires, livestock bones not yet decayed, grass that had been grazed by a flock, not yet regrown...
Upon reaching this place, after not traveling much farther, Yu Ziqing suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed.
A mont later, he opened his eyes and looked ahead.
"What a strong murderous aura, what a heavy Evil Qi."
"There's fighting ahead, at least a hundred miles from us, but even here, I can sense that soaring murderous aura and Evil Qi."
"Young Master, should we avoid it?"
Cece asked.
She knew that if Yu Ziqing paused to sense and said such words, there was a slight possibility he'd want to go over.
"We don't need to avoid it. I feel that the aura is sowhat familiar; let's get a bit closer and see."
After traveling several dozen miles, Yu Ziqing finally confird that it was, indeed, Uncle Fu.
He was too familiar with Uncle Fu's aura, even if it was now mixed with Demonic Qi, murderous aura, and Evil Qi. Uncle Fu's essence was still recognizable.
How could Uncle Fu have co this deep into Dazhen's territory?
The thought flashed through Yu Ziqing's mind as he looked at Cece.
"Did you tell Uncle Fu you were tracking ?"
"I did."
"Good, let's go over. He ca to help you and also to find , but like others, he's been obstructed."
Yu Ziqing chuckled without humor; he was a bit displeased.
Those bigwigs had no obligation to rescue him, which he understood perfectly. In their place, he'd do the sa.
But, soone had blocked Cece and Wu Shuangge, which could be considered an isolated incident.
Now, soone had blocked Uncle Fu as well.
Two incidents combined couldn't possibly be all coincidences.
The nature of the matter was different.
It had beco a farce of soone tilting the scales from the sidelines.
If he found out who was behind it all, he'd reciprocate in kind the next ti they needed sothing.
Uncle Fu ca to rescue him; Yu Ziqing couldn't just stand by.
He quickly approached the battlefield, and when he was ten miles away, he could already see clearly.
In the sky, a person enveloped in Demonic Qi wielded a Miao Blade filled with murderous aura and Evil Qi. The killing aura and Evil Qi on the blade transford into a dragon over a thousand feet long, coiling around him.
Surrounding him stood eight individuals, each holding an Array Flag. They ford a Big Array, creating chains of golden light that wove a Heaven and Earth Net, trapping Uncle Fu inside.
Uncle Fu's aura had already risen to the Seventh Tier Peak, and each slash from the Miao Blade transford into a Blade Gang, severing part of the chains.
However, the chains ford by the Big Array were endless. Once one layer was cut, another imdiately overlapped.
Yu Ziqing estimated they had been there for a long ti.
The Big Array here was ticulously arranged, and the eight who controlled the Array Flags showed no signs of fatigue.
A constant influx of Spirit Jade kept fueling the Formation, maintaining its operation.
Yu Ziqing took a step forward, and suddenly another person dropped from the sky, blocking his path.
Cece produced the Token, shimring with Thunder Light, casually tossed it to the opponent.
The opponent's expression changed instantly. He respectfully extended both hands, caught the Token, and, after carefully sensing it, bowed slightly while returning it with both hands.
"I didn't know what orders the lord has."
"I want to take him away," Yu Ziqing said calmly, looking at the Devilic Uncle Fu.
"But my lord, this..."
Before the other could finish, Yu Ziqing turned and left.
The other's face changed drastically, hurriedly speaking up.
"My lord, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. It's not that we don't want to, but this person has gone Devilic. We can only confine him here. Once he leaves the Formation, he'll be uncontrollable."
"You don't need to worry about that."
Saying this, Yu Ziqing stepped toward the inside of the array.
His Yin God's power moved, enveloping his entire body, and he ascended into the sky step by step, walking steadily toward the Uncle Fu who was trapped within the Heaven and Earth Net.
"Will you behave yourself, or do I need to intervene?
"If I intervene, you won't have a choice."
The Uncle Fu who had gone Devilic, controlled by the Devil Thought, raised his head to look at Yu Ziqing.
He saw Yu Ziqing's visage slowly transform into that of a hungry ghost, with Black Fire beginning to burn.
It was as if a being made entirely of black oil, burning with Black Fla, with blood flas in its eyes, was walking toward him step by step.
The Devil Thought suddenly rembered, rembered the part of itself that had been torn out, rembered the countless hungry ghosts filling its sight.
Now, seeing Yu Ziqing and his manifested form, it seed like encountering a natural enemy.
And not just any natural enemy, but one that stood out as especially formidable among them.
Hearing Yu Ziqing's words, the Devil Thought pondered for a mont and then ekly withdrew.
As it retreated, it even advised the Miao Blade, which it found particularly pleasing.
"There will be plenty of chances to kill in the future, but if we keep going crazy now, we won't have any future chances."
The Devil Thought voluntarily withdrew, giving the body back to Uncle Fu.
Seeing this dangerous figure retreat so decisively, the sowhat dim-witted spirituality of the Miao Blade understood that not stopping now would cost it future opportunities.
Thus, the murderous aura and Evil Qi emanating from the Miao Blade also retracted, transforming it back into a gleaming Miao Blade.
The Demonic Qi on Uncle Fu slowly receded, and he opened his eyes.
Seeing Yu Ziqing, he imdiately relaxed.
"Let's go."
Yu Ziqing turned and walked away.
Uncle Fu glanced around, thoughts racing, but remained silent.
The people maintaining the Array were stunned.
A single sentence made soone in a Devilic state return to normal?
Seeing Yu Ziqing turning to leave, they suddenly felt tense, quickly dismantling the Big Array and allowing Uncle Fu to follow Yu Ziqing away.
Not a single one dared to stop him, nor even ask a question.
PS: A lengthy chapter of over five thousand words.
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