Master of Strange Dao Chapter 1135 - 292: Half Skull Hungry Ghost, Laughable and R

"Where's that ghostly thing?"

"Dealt with it. First, tell , why do you always attract all sorts of strange beings? Take your ti, no rush."

Xi Yang swallowed a Pill, ate sothing, and drank hot tea. Gradually, he started to relax.

"I found an abandoned Grotto Heaven, very ancient, and there I discovered an altar.

A lot of records were left there, including a Residual Soul that had lost consciousness and rged with the altar.

The Residual Soul recorded many things.

Since the East Sea has been relatively calm lately, and the deep sea as well, I went there.

In the deep sea, I found a Grotto Heaven, a peculiar one, like a shattered Grotto Heaven that sohow hasn't collapsed—I don't quite understand it.

There, I found another altar.

I observed it for a long ti, deciphering so information on the altar.

I even entered the Void through the shattered Grotto Heaven and found many fragnts in the Void.

Those fragnts were even more strange, with no Spiritual Energy, and so bizarre force.

Like the Abyss..."

"The Abyss..." Yu Ziqing squinted, instantly realizing that it was indeed the Abyss.

But it was the world of the Deities era, before it transford into the Abyss.

And it wasn't a Grotto Heaven but rather a fragnt of the world.

Only in this way could it remain broken like a Grotto Heaven that still hasn't collapsed.

"It's like the Abyss, but not quite. I've been to the Abyss many tis."

"Hm, go on."

"I investigated for a long ti without any findings; according to the Residual Soul's record, I found nothing.

So I followed the Residual Soul's records, worshipping with Spiritual Incense, attempting to activate it.

But to my surprise, the altar had lost its power, and I gained nothing from it.

It rely triggered so information that I haven't deciphered yet, then that ghostly thing suddenly appeared.

After that, I fled all the way, encountering those strange Cultivators who inexplicably started chasing .

You know , I never actively provoke Cultivators, aside from exploring relics and Grotto Heaven.

I've never held grudges against anyone over the years.

Most of the ti, I don't even encounter people."

"Manifest the information you saw." Yu Ziqing finished speaking, then thought for a mont: "Enter the Seventh Floor."

Face to face, the two entered the ring of the Seventh Floor.

Inside, Xi Yang manifested all the information he saw.

They were very ancient runes, recording events in runes and also steps for performing sacrifices or rituals.

Though not complete, Yu Ziqing could roughly understand what was conveyed.

It seed to say that there was once a group of ruthless people who destroyed a Deity's Divine Country, then captured the Deity and imprisoned it at the altar.

Under the guise of sacrifice, they maintained the Deity's power; anwhile, they used the Deity to perform Sacrificial Techniques, borrowing the Deity's power, while concurrently trapping it on the altar.

The more devout the offerings, the more participants, the stronger the Deity who lost its Divine Country beca, but the power holding it on the altar grew equally strong.

This ford a closed loop.

And these believers, with the power borrowed through Sacrificial Techniques, also grew ever stronger.

As ti passed, even if the original group perished, the later people, for power, beca only more devout.

This ensured that the Deity would never hope to escape.

Over the long years, after a very long ti, the Deity was eventually forcibly altered in essence, no longer the original undying Deity.

It desired liberation, but it could only seek soone to oppose itself.

Much later, changes finally arrived, but the change was too trendous.

Most of those who once believed in it were dead, while those opposing it remained.

And these people sohow found the original records, carrying out the ruthless people's initial will.

They sought to imprison it again, treating it as a portable power bank of Deity that could be used anyti.

To escape, to break free, it ordered its last remaining fanatic, who called himself a Saint, to flee deep into the sea.

The Deity hoped to dissolve everything over ti, being a Deity, it didn't care about the passage of ti.

Eventually, that sole fanatic, the one who called himself a Saint, also died, and the records ended there.

Seeing this, Yu Ziqing's expression turned strange.

Half Skull was once a Deity?

A Deity so pitifully tragic that it starved to death?

Goodness, no way.

But looking at these records, Yu Ziqing knew it was ninety percent likely.

The Deity's original idea was pretty good; with no one to worship, as its power weakened, so too would the power trapping it.

When it weakened to a certain extent, or even completely faded, it could naturally escape.

But it overlooked one crucial problem.

It wasn't the sa as it once was; through countless years of sacrificial offerings, its essence had long since changed.

It beca dependent on Incense Fire Wish Power to maintain everything, reliant entirely on external forces, with its foundation destroyed, as weak as a chick.

With many believers, it could be powerful enough to rely lend power to believers, letting them swagger.

When the believers were gone, with long periods without offerings, it might even starve to death.

Ha, laughable, a Deity starved to death that ultimately beca a hungry ghost.

Yu Ziqing was stunned.

More stunned were the fanatics who served this being, calling themselves Saints.