Chapter 1850: 503: The Final Part, Letting Go (5k)

He had always belonged here, so naturally there was no process of coming in from outside. Only a pure consciousness entering the Mist Sea; as Yu Ziqing had expected, of those Mysterious things, only a portion was brought in.

Most of the Mysteriousness obtained through judgment did not follow his consciousness into this place, to be carried over in sync.

What could be brought here had to be powers that were connected only to this place, or purely related only to consciousness.

And that was exactly what Yu Ziqing wanted.

He roughly estimated the time before the judgment power would dissipate, then immediately began to use the environment here and the power of this moment to deduce.

His consciousness condensed into a figure, emerging upon the Mist Sea.

He stretched out a hand, sank it into his own chest, and pulled out a tiny flame from within.

That was the anger that had been burning all along, never once extinguished.

This was what he now intended to do: to borrow this rare opportunity to truly deduce a Dharma Method.

Back then he had burned with wrath, dragging along everyone's anger, and beat Old Emperor Qian to death with his bare hands; what he was deducing now was the corresponding Dharma Method.

If he missed this chance, Yu Ziqing thought to himself that he would likely never have another opportunity to deduce it.

In the future there would not be a second Cliff Divine King, and it was hardly possible that he could once again, against an existence of that level, trigger a sword-draw with over ninety percent informational completeness.

With one hand he supported that cluster of tiny flame, then merged that tiny flame along with his own consciousness into the Mist Sea.

After that he relied on the Mysteriousness of this moment to deduce, to summarize, to systematize.

His figure dispersed, the anger also dispersed, completely merging into the Mist Sea.

He drifted within the Mist Sea; using that flame of anger as a guide, he sensed that within the Mist Sea there floated an immeasurable corresponding power.

It was so vast that it was likely far greater than the anger he had roused last time.

Such an immense power of emotions made even Yu Ziqing's consciousness directly lose itself within.

He did not know how long had passed when the power of judgment dissipated, and Yu Ziqing's consciousness was as if wrapped up by receding waters, withdrawing from that state.

His consciousness once more condensed into form, and a tiny flame gathered within his consciousness-body.

He floated there, quietly feeling for a moment, then let out a long sigh.

"It truly is marvelous..."

He not only felt anger, but also sensed other powers.

The clearest was that which he had secretly tucked into the fake crystal last time and given to the Ancient Sea God.

That was a kind of unease and fear from the unknown, a most profound core.

He had felt those powers.

At this moment, after touching his chest, the Dharma Method he wanted was already formed, but similar to the Dadui Dynasty Skill, it was actually not considered a Dharma Method.

It was merely a way, a way to guide power.

Not a single word to it, only pure sensation.

Yu Ziqing drifted in the Mist Sea, thinking of many things.

After personally merging into it and feeling it for himself, he came to understand completely.

He likely had no possibility of, by himself alone, working out all the powers.

The Mist Sea was never something that one person could build.

It required more people; it required the power of everyone.

Then he thought of how, with the Ancient Sea God there, its constant tampering had caused far, far too many things to be lost, to vanish forever.

Moreover, even without the Ancient Sea God, this matter of loss was in fact happening continuously.

A Dharma Method, the inheritance of a technique—if any one generation went wrong, it was destined to be lost.

Once the time scale was stretched long, the probability of something going wrong would grow to the point that it was certain something would go wrong.

As for other things, Yu Ziqing did not really care.

Ordinary Cultivation Dharma Methods, if they were lost, then they were lost; in the future others would, in accord with the times, create Dharma Methods that better fitted their era.

But this Dharma Method he created today, he sincerely felt that in the future it would be very hard for anyone to recreate it as he had.

Because he had obtained it by essentially cheating.

Thinking it over and over, he stretched out his hand and took out that cluster of anger from his chest.

Then he waved his hand and flung it into the Mist Sea.

That cluster of anger kept spreading out, disappearing into the Mist Sea and completely merging within.

That was the Dharma Method Yu Ziqing had just comprehended.

It was also the means and primer to draw and trigger this kind of emotional power.

With this, it would no longer be just anger.

The other powers here might also have the possibility of being used.

Watching the anger vanish, Yu Ziqing smiled faintly.

"Now, no one will ever be able to erase it; this method will endure through the ages and exist forever.

So long as there are Living Beings, it will certainly continue to exist.

Relying on one person, it's hardly possible to excavate everything in depth.

Then I will release the method, release the primer.

Everyone can go and try.

Let it be perfected by the strength of all."

Having just comprehended it and then immediately throwing it out, Yu Ziqing did not feel it was a pity.

He had already come to understand some of Yang, the Yang-destroying Devil, and the others' ideas.

Once Yu Ziqing knew that relying on him alone it was impossible to fully comprehend all the various powers corresponding to anger,

and once he had found a way by which all powers might have a chance to be comprehended, he did not hesitate and simply did it.

Having discarded what he had just realized, his mood was instead quite good.

When he returned once more to the Yin Devil Nest, the Yin Devil Mother was no longer surprised, and obediently made way for Yu Ziqing.

Without even needing Yu Ziqing to say anything, a bull-horse Yin Devil voluntarily stepped forward to lead the way, guiding Yu Ziqing back to the present world.

The Evil Lord did not show himself; he merely watched Yu Ziqing's departing back from afar and sighed inwardly.

"He has already stepped onto his own path..."

Yu Ziqing returned to the present world and to his own fleshly body.

After opening his eyes and sensing for a moment, he felt that the anger in his chest had already dissipated.

He had actively used it as a primer and merged it into the Mist Sea.

But then he felt a new tiny flame ignite in his chest.

He was slightly taken aback, then realized he had already mastered the Dharma Method corresponding to anger.

"This works too?"