His aura rapidly ascended, directly reaching the Ninth Tier Peak, and then, after a slight pause, it surpassed this limit.
The Short Sword in his hand swiftly transford, from a sheathed sword into an already opened black razor.
Yu Ziqing looked at this razor; it was just like the hair-cutting razor he rembered, very typical and ordinary in style.
With the razor in his hand, the Storage Bag suddenly shattered, revealing the body of the Evil Dao youth.
Yu Ziqing walked up to the youth and made a slash.
At that mont, before Yu Ziqing's eyes, generations of Evil Dao legacies appeared, tracing back all the way to the original ideal source of the Evil Dao.
The slash of the blade traversed the entire path, altering all mories that tried to change the mind, like a grand river, moving upstream, continuously being obliterated.
Until reaching the very beginning, Yu Ziqing seed to see the original Evil Dao standing before him, the incarnation of the initial ideal.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes; such ideals, even if sowhat reasonable, should not be imposed on others, altering minds can never achieve your desired thod."
The blade swept through, extinguishing this old river of legacy that had hard many.
After everything vanished, Yu Ziqing held the razor.
The Evil Dao youth also awakened, his long hair had fallen and dissipated, turning him into a shiny bald head.
Without the overwhelming mory suppression and alteration, the Evil Dao youth returned to being the ordinary boy who was just striving to survive.
A slight smile appeared on his face; his eyes regained clarity. He wanted to thank Yu Ziqing, but as soon as he moved his head, cracks appeared densely on his skin.
Amidst the cracks, halos erged; his body seed like an empty shell, slowly shattering into countless pieces, turning to dust, carried away by the wind.
Yu Ziqing, holding the razor, nodded and said.
"I borrowed your sword and gave you complete liberation. No need to thank ."
Yu Ziqing turned to look at the plaques.
"One by one, let's try removing what doesn't belong to you."
After speaking, Yu Ziqing sent a ssage, calling Wang Zixuan and Che Lun to co over.
The plaque of No. 4 flew over first, Yu Ziqing's gaze deepened, directly perceiving the layers of mory Armor, like cabbage leaves.
He, like a seasoned barber, grasped the razor, using a cautious yet smooth technique, slicing close to the most fatal places, cutting through layer by layer.
Together with these bastards, he examined the mory Armor from the past, shaving away mories related to the Great Fallen Devil, one slice at a ti.
The mories shaven off, without the roots to cling to, began to dissipate.
By the ti Wang Zixuan arrived, Yu Ziqing was already working on No. 6 in line.
In Wang Zixuan's view, Yu Ziqing's aura appeared extraordinarily bizarre and detached, as if he was beyond the earthly realm, holding a peculiar little knife, relentlessly slicing through the mory Armor of those bastards.
Wang Zixuan waited quietly, observing Yu Ziqing's actions.
As those bastards queued one by one for the razor, Yu Ziqing's figure grew increasingly ethereal, like he was on the verge of drifting away, exiting the earthly realm, and entering another dinsion.
When the plaques finished their turn, Che Lun, Matchstick, and others arrived, receiving razor fine-tuning.
Wang Zixuan ca up last, by now, he could only see a human-shaped black silhouette, the only clear thing was the dark razor.
He could no longer perceive Yu Ziqing's presence, only see him.
The razor pierced directly into his head, but didn't harm him a bit, he rely felt so mories related to the Great Fallen Devil disappear.
Within a few breaths later, he could only rember sothing was lost, without knowing what it was.
When Yu Ziqing retracted the razor, Wang Zixuan rembered nothing, only that Yu Ziqing helped him eliminate sothing potentially harmful.
When all the bastards from the Mud Sea of the Muddied World had encountered the razor.
Across the world, the only one who rembered all the mory Armor related to the Great Fallen Devil was Yu Ziqing.
Yu Ziqing, resembling a dark shadow, beca completely imperceptible, he seed severed from the material world.
Step by step, he reached this state, arriving beside the Black Egg.
He raised the razor and gently sliced, creating an opening in the previously unreachable Black Egg.
Yu Ziqing, transford into a black shadow, stepped into it, the opening swiftly healed up.
This was the scene seen by others.
Using the mories still rembered as anchor points, Yu Ziqing opened a breach with the razor.
No matter what the Great Fallen Devil wanted to accomplish, how he intended to nurture, Yu Ziqing intended to intervene.
Ideal outco would be for the plans to be aborted before realization.
In the endless darkness, a faint gleam lit up, monochro images slowly erged.
The entire world seed to have lost its color.
Walking in this colorless realm, Yu Ziqing soon discovered a place with color.
He saw a girl dressed in red, tied with a red head rope.
In the next mont, colors spread from the girl, bringing vibrancy to the world.
Insects chirp, birds sing, passersby shout, laughter and joy, he seed to be standing in a city.
Yu Ziqing stood on the street, looking around, judging by the accent, it should be Daqian, specifically East Qian.
The people around appeared unable to see Yu Ziqing, he thus followed the girl.
Watching the girl's innocence, her parents' love, everything seed ordinary and normal.
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