But now, Yu Ziqing has begun to ponder how to find a way out for Song.
After all, his position normally ends poorly.
Even if everything goes well, he may just have a few hundred years to live, and there's an eighty percent chance he won't live to die of old age.
Recently, Song's mindset has been too stable; he seems to have forgotten to be vigilant in peaceful tis.
It might be because his greatest wish has been fulfilled; his grandson can even be beaten up, so he doesn't care whether he lives or dies.
If he dies, his son, daughter, and grandson would actually be safer, without a chance of being implicated.
But Yu Ziqing cannot be indifferent; after so long, he needs to consider a foolproof strategy, even if it ans taking so risks.
Of course, Yu Ziqing hasn't ntioned these things to Song.
When it's truly necessary, Song can just follow his lead.
As ti slowly passed, there was no sign of No.2 within the White Water Egg organization.
And the people on the list, along with those around them, haven't left Daqian.
Three months passed quickly, and No.2 seed very cautious, never appearing.
According to No.4, the atmosphere around No.1 is filled with gloom and a hint of irritable energy. He has endured so much evil Qi that it's affecting his mind. No.2 refused to heed the call, and with No.4 gently persuading and fanning the flas nearby, No.1's mindset seems on the verge of exploding.
By the way, No.4 ntioned that he had seen the Wig White Water Egg but didn't dare to ask specifics; it was clear that the progress on the curse wasn't going very well.
Although the curse reached Qing Ziyu, it seed to have backfired; after just one eting with him, the ominous aura on him surged drastically, perhaps shortening his life by two more years.
With No.4's prompting, No.1 was even more afraid to et the Wig White Water Egg, fully focused on recovering quickly, as the ti for succession might be approaching.
He had even thought, if he succeeded to that position, he would let No.4 inherit his position as No.1.
Because No.2 has beco wild.
Recently, No.5 hasn't returned either.
And Yu Ziqing doesn't regret not encountering No.2.
No.2 defied No.1's summons and did not return; either he genuinely does not want to follow orders, planning to oppose No.1,
or No.2's identity now, given recent circumstances, makes it inconvenient for him to leave his post.
This way, the range covered by the list can continue to be reduced a bit.
Yu Ziqing looked at the list, delineated a new one, and sighed lightly.
The remaining ones, each holds a high position.
If all this becos clear, directly exposed before everyone, Emperor Qian's retreat plans might again be forced to delay.
Yu Ziqing thought of attempting to use secret techniques to activate the Silence Divine Spell, one by one.
But after the last incident, these individuals likely have prepared against it; this move might not work and easily expose oneself. The source of this content ɪs novelFirｅ
No rush, first let's stir internal conflicts within the White Water Egg organization, inciting mutual suspicion, and then deal with all three of them in one go.
At the sa ti, within the void.
Dragon Tiger Daoist traversed the void, seated on a teor, speeding through the void.
Inside the teor beneath his feet contained so special materials, so he conveniently collected so.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, gazing into the depths of the void, sensing sothing that seed to be guiding him.
He captured so expanding thoughts.
"Co here, the opportunity for the Tenth Tier..."
The information contained within was intermittent, likely having been scattering through the void for a long, long ti.
Dragon Tiger Daoist stood up, stamped his foot, and the teor beneath him shattered, the materials inside were all gathered by his great sleeve.
He stood in the void, his face calm as water, staring into the depths of the void.
Within the fragnted information, a direction was pointed out to him.
It contained a strong power of seduction, and after capturing the thoughts for a long ti, he indeed sensed a slight shift in his realm, vaguely seeing the direction of the Tenth Tier path.
But Dragon Tiger Daoist rely stood suspended, with a cold gleam in his eyes.
"Finally... I found it, indeed it is here."
Previously, he sensed a powerful force erupting from the void, clearly surpassing the Ninth Tier limit.
Yet, he was never able to pinpoint its source, and upon tracking it, he found the waves here were rely bouncing and dispersing, unable to pinpoint the true location.
This endless void is really too vast; a slight error leads to a thousand-mile deviation.
He knew, his chance finally ca, now, indeed there was a change.
He actively sensed and captured information, constantly condensing, trying to form a Dao Mark from what lay within those ssages.
However, the mont the Dao Mark took shape, it abruptly shattered, and Dragon Tiger Daoist let out a muffled grunt, forming a seal with his hand, his form beca vague and illusory, rging with the void.
An unknown gaze, containing great might, suddenly descended here.
After sweeping through, it found nothing but a void.
A mont later, the gaze dissipated, and Dragon Tiger Daoist remained integrated with the void, motionless.
A month later, the gaze reappeared, surveying again.
And then again after a year.
After three tis, the gaze seed slightly disappointed and completely vanished.
After another three months, as a teor passed by, Dragon Tiger Daoist's form, seeming both real and illusory, slowly erged, collected his strength, and landed within the teor, slowly drifting back.
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