Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1761 - 476: Joining Forces, Corruption

At this point, there's no way it could still be altered.Over the countless years before, no matter how much was accumulated, it was basically impossible to change the final outcome.

Everything would, through various subtle shifts, return to the original path.

Previously, even witnessing that terrifying power and immersing in the Ancient God's Dao, the Old Emperor Qian, who could be considered a juvenile Ancient God, was beaten to death.

The Ancient God realized that it had been too focused on key points and ignored the ants from beginning to end.

So, it changed its approach.

Since many events from hundreds of years ago were anchored, it focused on the recent years.

Hundreds, dozens, or even just a few years.

It started to stir up trouble, incited, and guided. Even now, when outcomes couldn't appear immediately as before, this tactic already had noticeable effects.

Instead of forcibly altering things, it went with the flow, pushing matters to the extreme.

It expended a lot of energy experimenting in Daqian, a place without an Emperor was very susceptible to influence.

And it didn't want an Emperor to appear in Daqian, so it continued to fuel the fires and pushed Daqian towards a state of mutual hostility.

Later on, by going with the flow, it found an opportunity to intervene in the virtually unchangeable Dadui.

Let this flame burn even brighter.

Create internal conflicts among the Four Divine Dynasties, and hopefully, many talents will be consumed, and several Tenth Tier hopefuls will fall.

It would be best if Dadui and Dali wiped out Daqian.

Let Daqian be destroyed without an Emperor.

If we're going to stoke the fire, let it burn to a point where no one can extinguish it.

The Ancient God turned its gaze to the Bright Moon.

The familiar object to mortals.

The Bright Moon is indeed an exceptional existence.

Existing as if beyond the present world yet unreachable in the void, and simultaneously in this world, yet unattainable.

The Bright Moon is one of the few ancient existences that persisted through two eras.

It makes everyone, including All Gods, view it as ordinary, as if it should be.

"Since the choice has been made, then let's pick up the pace.

We might have been focusing on the wrong targets from the start.

Strength has never been the sole core requiring attention."

The Ancient God's whispers fell through time, echoing in the mind of the Cliff Divine King.

On the Bright Moon, a shadow invisible to ordinary people had already obscured the entire moon.

Those forces, like a celestial curtain, grew stronger, hiding more of the Moonlight.

In the Moon Palace, the Moon God raised her head and gazed, feeling the power of Godly and Devilic forces towering and tearing.

The Moon God frowned slightly as if enduring immense pain.

In her view, she seemingly saw a half-god and half-devil giant, even larger than the Bright Moon, bearing an even greater and heavier burden, dragging the moon.

She hadn't feared the Cliff Divine King much previously, for she had attained her True Form, naturally born in human form, inherently stronger than before, connected by the fate of the human race.

Rooted in the Bright Moon, she neither favored nor excelled at conflict, yet not just anyone could do anything to her.

Moreover, today's All Gods are not the once-dominant forces that would kill on sight without a second thought.

Even if the changes in the Cliff Divine King were more pronounced than before, he was still more restrained than he used to be.

The reason she felt uncomfortable and uneasy was not because she was about to fall.

It was because the Cliff Divine King had no intention of damaging the Bright Moon, let alone killing her, or even harming her integrity.

This was simply about dragging her into the fall.

And this, was what she found most irresistible.

The Cliff Divine King bore the hope of returning God's fallen ranks from the plunge into devilry.

He was, in essence, a half-god and half-devil being.

The burden he bore had transformed into a force even stronger than at his peak.

In the act of dragging the Moon God to the fall, the Cliff Divine King's influence and certainty surpassed his strongest times.

The Moon God couldn't resist.

Her white dress began to turn unsettlingly red, her originally peaceful and serene aura started to include traces of restlessness, unease, and strangeness.

The touch of strangeness was akin to the deep sea's peculiarity.

In the antique-scented Moon Palace, various Spirit Flowers and Spirit Grass, initially enduring hardship, grew.

Now, as the power's breaths began to shift, the original serenity faded, and the Spirit Flowers and Spirit Grass were first to wither away.

As the Moon God witnessed this scene, remaining steadfast became even more challenging.

Her mindset could no longer stay clear and calm like the Bright Moon.

The Moon Palace itself began to change accordingly.

Among the antique architectural complexes, the edges of trenches started slowly turning into eerie white bones.

The flat floor tiles changed gradually, morphing into clusters of ghostly white skulls piling up together.

One by one, the pillars painted with faint vermillion transformed, outer layers peeling off, revealing vertebrae of unknown beings within.

Dark chains emerged from the ground, binding these skeletal remains, echoing hidden wails drenched in blood.

The Moon God furrowed her brows, painfully half-kneeling on the ground, her white dress slowly dyed with crimson, her cold and clear pupils started to reflect blood-red hues.

She was about to reach her limit.

The Cliff Divine King, virtually swept along with all the Dao of All Gods, was forcefully dragging her into the abyss.

...

In the present world, Yu Ziqing reached the Southern Sea, descended into the sea, and entered the mountain formed by the Auspicious Beast to locate Yang.

"Yang, something big has happened, put aside what you're doing now."

Yu Ziqing quickly explained the situation.

At that moment, the Auspicious Beast also spoke.

"The Bright Moon has already begun to change."

Yu Ziqing and Yang emerged from the mountain and climbed to the surface, gazing at the sky, seeing a drop of blood-red unfurling from the edge of the Bright Moon, gradually spreading across the moon.