Chapter 1859: 506: The Path of Corruption, Headache (5k)_3

She didn't even go in person; the required Classics were delivered straight into her hands. Everything went very smoothly, very simply, and no one would think too much of it.

She destroyed that volume of Classics, while thinking that even if she burned it, the Langya Institute could still put it back on the shelf using a rubbing.

She was less and less able to understand what all this was ultimately for.

But at this moment, this seemingly unimportant volume of Classics instead put her at ease.

The Ancient Sea God had been in a good mood lately; having someone of such high status cooperate with him was going far too smoothly.

The one destroyed today hid a Dharma Method left by some big shot, and inside were some rather sensitive records.

It was just a pity that no one discovered it.

Even if they saw it, they wouldn't understand what those things were.

But if, later on, someone learned the prerequisite information, then within that volume, True Intent would surface, and it would become especially important.

Unfortunately, it's destroyed now.

This was much faster, much easier than the Ancient Sea God painstakingly toiling away by himself for half a day.

The Ancient Sea God was making up for Empress Qian's regrets, starting with her younger brother, letting everything begin to change in the direction that satisfied her.

She was like a novel's protagonist with the protagonist halo fully turned on, even Heaven was helping her.

Clan members who had once bullied her were driven Devilic.

And the day before, she had given a bit of sweet rain, clearly stating it was for the clan; how they distributed it, she didn't care.

Watching that clansman who had bullied the siblings when they were young go Devilic, his cultivation completely ruined, yet not get a share of the sweet rain, she felt especially pleased.

And this still couldn't be blamed on her, because the day before she had already sent sweet rain to the clan, counted as making a contribution.

The next day, that person went Devilic; no matter what, it couldn't be blamed on her.

Her connection with the Ancient Sea God grew ever deeper, and the Ancient Sea God was able to learn more and more.

Every single alteration increased her sunk cost, letting her fall into the Abyss, sink deeper and deeper, unable to ever pull herself out.

Now, the Ancient Sea God had already begun to make her do other things, using her hand to start swaying more matters.

This was no longer just laying groundwork for the next era, but directly steering this era and the events currently unfolding.

In the Ancient Sea God's heart, fear of the unknown had already taken root and sprouted; he was growing ever more uneasy.

Even though, these past days, acting through Empress Qian's hand had gone increasingly smoothly, his unease had not eased in the slightest; instead, he was growing more and more agitated.

To the point that, in these last two days, he would inexplicably feel uneasy even about the River of Time.

From his vantage point, he was starting to inexplicably worry that that bizarre, spooky Evil Devil who had peeped at and analyzed the River of Time and yet somehow hadn't died would suddenly jump out and split his head with an axe.

Even the Ancient Sea God himself did not know of any second method of killing him other than letting the present world fully evolve and then destroying it.

His current state was different from that of all the other Ancient Gods.

If you wanted to kill him, only this one method remained, because the process of killing him had already been carried halfway through; there was no way to start over.

Yet for some reason he still felt uneasy, and even upon the River of Time, he couldn't dispel his unease and fear.

He began to keep trying, to delve further.

When he felt that Empress Qian was completely under his control, and then discovered that Yu Ziqing had gone from Dazhen all the way south into Dali, by now having traversed half of Dali's territory and still heading south—

He began to sprout a thought.

Could he perhaps, in this era, have Yu Ziqing die?

But then he denied it himself.

No, in Daqian probably no one was a match for that Evil Devil; likely no one even dared to strike at him.

In that case, taking a step back, having Daqian and that Evil Devil form an eternal, irreconcilable blood feud was at least operable.

Best would be to have that Evil Devil become the enemy of the whole world, standing completely opposite to everyone, thereby weakening the overall strength.

From that unknown perspective, the Ancient Sea God was starting to go a bit crazy.

Even his consciousness was beginning to be affected.

And in the place lurking beneath his shadow, Shi seemed to see countless forms of the Ancient Sea God appearing in the River of Time at the same moment, and he let out a faint sigh.

"It's not time yet, not enough, still not enough."

He could already feel that he was just one last step away from comprehending a Dharma Method.

But he could also feel that it wasn't enough, that this couldn't truly annihilate the Ancient Sea God.

He didn't continue his comprehension, but deliberately stopped right at that final step.

He began to monitor the Ancient Sea God.

He could also sense the Ancient Sea God's agitation.

In the past, when the Ancient Sea God altered an extremely important event, he had repeated it over a million times without the slightest hint of impatience.

Shi felt that that kind of power, even without having comprehended any Divine Skills, was far stronger than he had expected.

...

Elsewhere, Yu Ziqing rubbed his head and checked the information Song had sent today.

He had only skimmed it when he already felt a tangled mess— the Ancient Sea God had altered things again.

The core was that Empress Qian.

After discovering this unexpected gain, the Ancient Sea God practically went mad, preparing a bespoke alteration plan just for Empress Qian.

He could see very clearly that under the Ancient Sea God's painstaking efforts, Empress Qian's younger brother was practically reborn, forcibly transformed from a thigh-hugging outside relative into a young talent dragged down by his status as an outside relative.

It was really something.

No one else could detect these alterations; only Yu Ziqing still remembered every record he had seen.

Even just reading the records, Yu Ziqing felt a headache coming on— the constant changes and their constant disjunction from current information left him wondering how that Empress Qian was managing to endure it.

And today, he had just received news that Empress Qian had begun to influence her mother's Xu Clan, and was starting to affect changes in the court situation.

Yu Ziqing felt this couldn't be dragged out any longer; he had to think of a way.

He somewhat understood why the Old Emperor Qian had gone mad; even he was starting to get a headache.

If another madman appeared, who knew what things would turn into.

Yu Ziqing thought for a moment, entered the Seventh Floor ring, and began calling for Yang.

He wanted to talk to Yang first.