Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1826 - 496: Just Working for a Living, Expanding Consciousness (5k)

He had maintained a state of blessing before, continuing the sacrificial ritual, remaining in a fully augmented state, and he could still hold on.As the Heavenly Tribulation dissipated, he felt he was nearing his limit.

It was all because of that one glance.

He never anticipated that just by peering at the Ancient Sea God, that analytical glance would allow him to glimpse the River of Time.

Even though his instinct caused his eyes to go blind by themselves, shutting the information channel as swiftly as possible.

However, in that instant, an unquantifiable amount of information surged in.

If not for him being a Dao Opener of the Hungry Ghost Dao, capable of drawing out multiple paths at once, with an astonishingly deep foundation.

In that moment, he would have been finished.

When the Heavenly Tribulation dissipated, he became aware that the aftereffects of that instant were slowly beginning to manifest.

The most suitable place he could think of was here with Juice.

He fell before Juice, lying there in deep sleep, his corporeal form and Primordial Spirit both fell into slumber.

Yet his consciousness, under the effect of Drunken Life and Dream Death, began to drift, arriving at the Mist Sea.

His awareness drifted, as if constantly expanding, and the information acquired in that moment kept surfacing.

His consciousness kept expanding here, overwhelmed by the unquantifiable information, growing larger and larger.

Eventually, as if transforming into a sea, it drifted in the seemingly boundless and infinite Mist Sea.

His self-awareness became extremely faint, drowning in the unquantifiable information.

He felt he had made the right gamble again; just relying on his physical body and Primordial Spirit, it was likely he wouldn't be able to accommodate such a massive amount of information.

The best way he could think of to deal with it was to break free from the constraints of body and Primordial Spirit, processing it directly in the Mist Sea.

This boundless and illusionary Mist Sea was indeed capable of withstanding it.

All his consciousness could sense now was the immense, unquantifiable information.

It was like being alone in a vast and infinite ocean, allowing him to avoid being overwhelmed to death.

To leave, he would have to abandon the unquantifiable information here, allowing only his consciousness to depart.

Once the effect of Drunken Life and Dream Death dissipated, his consciousness could return.

But there was an even greater possibility that when his consciousness returned, the unquantifiable information, capable of drowning his consciousness countless times, might also return with it.

So, this time, he gulped down a substantial amount of Drunken Life and Dream Death in one go.

Preparing to play a game of time difference here, utilizing this unique environment to digest the unquantifiable information.

The place where he stood was a solitary island; there was another way to escape the ocean.

If one could dry up the entire sea, naturally they could be free of it.

This was the most reliable method, and it was also the one that best suited Yu Ziqing's intentions.

He wanted to understand what precisely was in that infinite information that surged in at that moment.

Completely abandoning it would be too much of a loss.

Opportunities like this may not come again.

His consciousness, having expanded massively, floated in the Mist Sea, with his self-awareness at the core, bit by bit devouring and digesting from inside out.

At the edges of the Yin Devil Nest, the Yin Devil Mother, feeding at the cliff's edge, sensed the upheaval in the Mist Sea and, feeling the terrifyingly vast consciousness there, retreated pathetically.

A while later, the Evil Lord staggered over, carefully sensing for a moment—it was very unfamiliar and chaotic, but after a lengthy examination, he detected a faintly familiar feeling and immediately felt at ease.

"Just eat and don't cause trouble."

After instructing the Yin Devil Mother, the Evil Lord patted his backside and left.

His mind was full of questions—what was Yu Ziqing up to again?

The Mist Sea, where even Yin Devils that fell in might never return, how could he play like this?

What was the meaning of causing such a disturbance this time?

Was this inflated consciousness intended to establish residence in the Mist Sea?

Forget it, let it be as it is.

He continued earnestly gnawing away at the Ghost Path of the Seven Yin King, aiming to establish a new path as soon as possible.

If he didn't make a harder effort, there'd be no place for him in this era.

At least he needed to be of some use; after all, the Seven Yin King, whom no one else could deal with, he alone had hope.

Everything returned to tranquility.

Yu Ziqing lay beside Juice, sleeping soundly.

Juice lightly stretched out a few branches and leaves, the radiance from which dripped onto Yu Ziqing bit by bit.

The radiance seeped into Yu Ziqing, making his sleep even deeper.

Meanwhile, in the Mist Sea, Yu Ziqing's self-awareness grew increasingly clear.

That little bit of radiance in this vast sea of unquantifiable information created for Yu Ziqing an isle of solitude, giving him a place to catch his breath.

He began to absorb, devour, and assimilate the information.

Upon commencing assimilation, he realized that the unquantifiable information was remnants of time past.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every insect, fish, bird, and beast, every person, the traces left in the River of Time.

According to his understanding, it was all useless junk information.

Yet after prolonged assimilation and slowly coming across some structure, he noticed something different.

Out of chaos, order emerged; what he saw was natural beauty, the order of nature.

This wasn't the ordinary kind of seeing with the eyes but a direct, personal experience of change, almost like enlightenment.

As he devoured and assimilated, that consciousness, inflated to the size of a sea, began to gradually shrink.

Unaware of how much time had passed, the assimilation deepened, and he finally found something different within the information.

He saw the Ancient Sea God altering a very tiny point.

Just two pages slightly overlapping, slightly misaligned, and with a small shift he made, a few key words on the next page were concealed.

At the time, the people who were supposed to see those words couldn't see them anymore.

Subsequent changes became increasingly significant, deviating more from the original course.

Until many years later, a major event's outcome was completely rewritten.

All things leave traces, even if not left outside, they would certainly be on the River of Time.

Including the Ancient Sea God's deeds, none of it escaped leaving traces.