The giant shark at, its essence devoured, vanished.
Yu Ziqing thought for a mont and gave a few thousand more pounds.
"That's all for now, many people need their share."
Yu Ziqing smiled, turned around, and left.
The Jade Tomb is also part of Jinlan Mountain, and Yu Ziqing naturally wouldn't forget it.
With a belly full of food and wine, everything calm; this is the best life.
Yu Ziqing stored so giant shark at in the tunnel, freezing it.
There's still plenty, handed over to the village kitchen aunties to make smoked sausage and such.
The power within might get depleted, but that doesn't matter.
The journey led to a tunnel inside the mountain.
Yu Ziqing looked at the An History Book, its pages flipping noisily as if protesting Yu Ziqing's neglect.
"It's been a while, have you figured it out yet? Ready to tell what you really are?
You should sense what I am now.
And you have surely regained most of your spiritual wisdom.
Yet all this ti, you haven't voluntarily told .
I don't quite understand."
The light flowing over the An History Book suddenly slowed.
Yu Ziqing stood for a long ti until he suddenly heard a voice.
The standard accent of the Ancient Tis Dadui dialect.
"It's not that I don't want to say, but I don't rember.
I don't know what I am; I only know I am the An History Book now.
I only rember that the more seals are undone from the An History Book, the more I slowly regained a bit of spiritual wisdom.
Only after the accumulated Three Calamities' power dissipated did I recover most of it."
"These things, you should have told voluntarily."
"I don't know how to speak."
"Are you Dadui's national fate incarnation?"
"Seems so, yet doesn't seem so, I'm not sure."
"Do you know what changes occur if all calamities are unraveled?"
"Resolving each disaster releases a portion of the repressed Divine Dynasty's national fate. All unraveling indeed brings great change.
Unsettled histories are each uncertain.
But what changes after resolving them, I don't know.
I only know it will replenish missing parts of history and restore missing pieces to the world.
Like a splash of spray, falling back into the river."
"For instance, the opening of the Tenth Tier path, right?"
"I'm uncertain, but it should be true."
Yu Ziqing nodded, not only for the vanished Dadui, but each seal in Dadui would have a significant impact.
Yet the whole disappearance of Dadui has the biggest impact.
That's unlike splashes of spray that can't fall back.
Instead, it diverts into a small river.
Such a huge regret is the world's regret itself.
Such a massive flaw results in everyone in this realm never breaching the boundaries.
Because they too possess great, unseen, unfelt flaws.
According to Yu Ziqing's understanding, the world has been degraded.
Yu Ziqing pondered for a mont and suddenly had so ideas.
If Dadui returns, the diverted streams co back to the main flow; logically, the Tenth Tier path would open.
And among Dadui's seals, the Dadui Seal can still be applied, sealing the Jia Shisi back then.
It can perhaps be compared to a splash on a branch stream.
But should Dadui return and if not all seals in the An History Book are undone.
Could it an so spray hasn't fallen?
If that happens, the Tenth Tier path opens; it might still have minor flaws?
These years, Yu Ziqing has been pondering this, later reading many accounts in Dadui, none clearly explain.
At that ti, Dadui didn't know the severe consequences impacting the entire world.
So, Yu Ziqing's first ban was directly on Dadui's National Fate Sealing Technique.
Even if soone gets the Dharma thod, it's useless now; no one can use such a seal technique to borrow Dadui's fate and Divine Dynasty's power.
The benefits compared to its hazards aren't worth ntioning; calling it poison-dipping for thirst isn't an exaggeration.
After much thought, Yu Ziqing decided to choose suitable calamities to unravel.
Then select specifically a few to keep an eye on.
He casually flipped through, finding a disaster from the Bingyin Era Jiashen City.
"Year 930 of Bingyin, Jiashen City.
A Great Devil descended, constructing a Devil Altar, spreading Devil Dao, enticing living beings.
Jiashen City's Prefectural Governor Liu Wei beca devillized, using his body as a prison to seal the Great Devil, Divine Soul vanished."
After choosing this, Yu Ziqing took the Seven-colored Gemstone in hand and entered it.
Upon entering, Jiashen City seed normal.
The next day, Yu Ziqing noticed a faint peculiar aura.
He traced the aura, reaching a residence and beneath it had dug out a space, vastly expanded.
Inside was an altar, upon which was placed a bone exuding demonic qi.
Several people were kneeling by the altar, reciting spells.
Around the altar, countless corpses were piled densely, blood converging into streams, constantly flowing into the altar's surroundings.
The ground surrounding the altar seed to have transford into a bottomless abyss.
Nurous bodies and blood converged, the abyss grew deeper.
Suddenly, a strange aura surfaced.
Yu Ziqing paused subtly, the aura of the Abyssal Rift.
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