Master of Strange Dao Chapter 1710 460: The Best Gift and Its Aftermath

If it were really that simple, the Wilderness wouldn't always remain a wasteland.

Like Dazhen, the country's fortunes are declining, largely because half of its territory is in the Extrely Cold Forbidden Land. Dazhen has no control there and has no people living there.

That place is just a burden, dragging Dazhen's steps, but they don't dare to abandon it.

After leaving a stack of fine wine and food along with books for the Mountain Lord and supplenting it with a dozen Jade Tablets, Yu Ziqing opened the Bridge of Fairyland and returned to Jiachen City.

The flas still burned on his head as he strode into the small temple of the Yang-destroying Devil.

The tablet of the Yang-destroying Devil faced the wall in ditation, once again in isolation.

Yu Ziqing chuckled and said.

"This ti, I can't be blad. I forgot who I am; how could I rember you?

However, I brought you a gift, a better, one-of-a-kind gift in the world."

The Yang-destroying Devil thought about it, agreeing it made sense.

He could also feel that when Yu Ziqing left, he was probably in a state of losing consciousness.

Besides rembering to beat the Old Emperor Qian to death, he even forgot who he was.

The Yang-destroying Devil's tablet slowly turned around, waiting to see Yu Ziqing's gift.

Yu Ziqing reached out a hand and touched his head, and the flas burning atop it fell back into the Dao Court.

His rage reford into a Red Ape, a furious Red Ape with a calm expression, resembling a seated old monk, flas burning on his head, hands virtually clutching up and down, with an orb of light ignited by rage in the center.

Only then was the heartrending wail heard, erging within the halo.

The halo, wrapped in rage, flew out on its own, landing in Yu Ziqing's left hand, where he clenched it firmly.

Yu Ziqing touched his own brightly shining bald head and chuckled.

When he finally killed the Old Emperor Qian, he shattered the Old Emperor Qian's skull, discovering the Old Emperor had trapped it inside himself.

In the end, it was evident he was prepared to leave with the Yang-Keeping Devil.

The Old Emperor Qian was both crazy and determined, naturally doing his utmost within his capabilities, caring little about life or death.

When Yu Ziqing sensed the presence of the Yang-Keeping Devil, he suddenly rembered the Yang-destroying Devil.

This ti, not bringing the Yang-destroying Devil was truly not his fault, but returning with a gift the Yang-destroying Devil cared most about was the simplest solution, like placating a child.

Yu Ziqing didn't take the opportunity to stir up trouble in the deep sea or find the Ancient God for a heart-to-heart because he discovered the Yang-Keeping Devil hadn't been completely burned to ashes by his rage.

That rage was overwhelmingly imnse and highly targeted, with nearly all its power focused on the Old Emperor Qian.

Due to the extre focus, it could unleash strength far beyond limits, allowing Yu Ziqing to beat the Old Emperor Qian, who had turned into the Ancient God True Body, to death.

But precisely because of this targeted nature, not even the weakened Yang-Keeping Devil could be burned to nothing, and others would likely fare similarly.

Yu Ziqing, expectedly, brought the Yang-Keeping Devil back to buoy the Yang-destroying Devil.

The fact proved that the instant the Yang-Keeping Devil was detected, the Yang-destroying Devil ca back to life, full of energy, caring not for any prior grievances.

The Yang-Keeping Devil was absolutely the first, indisputable priority for the Yang-destroying Devil to eliminate!

The Yang-destroying Devil had many ideas, needing to use the Yang-Keeping Devil for validation.

They ca from the sa origin, so in theory, finding a way to kill the Yang-Keeping Devil would naturally an finding a way to kill himself, the Yang-destroying Devil.

"Heh heh heh, you can't escape now.

I've truly touched upon death.

We co from the sa origin; while I march toward death, I surely won't forget you."

The Yang-destroying Devil laughed loudly, like he had lost his mind.

The Yang-Keeping Devil was already incapable of resistance, used by the Old Emperor Qian for so long as a tool, almost entirely drained.

Adding that during the Old Emperor Qian's own beatdown, he wouldn't spare any strength to protect him, and even planned to leave with him.

If not for Yu Ziqing's quick intervention, giving no chance for the Old Emperor Qian to speak or act, the Old Emperor Qian might indeed have taken the Yang-Keeping Devil away.

After enduring the beating, the Yang-Keeping Devil was then tempered by unquenchable rage, his last bit of power wiped clean.

Now still surviving, purely relying on his rank and the characteristic of being undying and immortal to forcefully lock blood in.

"Do you want to do it yourself, or shall I assist?"

"I need your help to deal with the rank fragnts in the Extrely Cold Forbidden Land."

"Got it, then do it yourself."

Yu Ziqing held the orb that the Yang-Keeping Devil had turned into, and with a thought, the flas constantly burning the Yang-Keeping Devil were absorbed by Yu Ziqing.

The layer covering the Yang-destroying Devil's tablet, resembling blood about to drip from the red cloth, flew out independently, wrapping around the Yang-Keeping Devil, returning, hovering before the Yang-destroying Devil's tablet, continuously rolling.

The aura of death slowly dispersed, and the Yang-Keeping Devil's wail was even more despairing than it had been in Yu Ziqing's hand.

Yu Ziqing couldn't be bothered to hear what the Yang-Keeping Devil had to say. At this point, no one could stop the Yang-destroying Devil, not even Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing touched his own shining bald head, rummaged a long ti through his collection, surprisingly unable to find a hat, finally pulling out a hooded large cloak to wear.

This rage is fine in every way, except it wears out the hair.

Thinking again, it seems reasonable. A person like this, with a temper boiling to the extre, internal secretions extrely active, becoming bald seems normal.