Chapter 1804: Chapter 489: 100,000 Years, Rising Above the Rest
Even the Yin Devil Mother only dared to crawl along the shore of the Mist Sea to feed.
According to the habits of the Yin Devils, punishing those who have committed grave mistakes involves throwing them into the Mist Sea, a punishment even more severe than death.
"Why have you become like this?"
Yu Ziqing sat across from the Evil Lord, took out his treasured tea and tea set, replaced the Evil Lord’s, and skillfully boiled water.
"I gnawed at the path of the Seven Yin, and slowly became like this."
"You just say it so openly?"
The Evil Lord shook his head indifferently.
"There’s nothing that can’t be said. The Seven Yin won’t return.
He’s not foolish in the least.
On the contrary, I find him far smarter than the other gods.
As for others, it’s impossible for them to go out of their way to help the Seven Yin against me.
The Seven Yin has been unwelcome not just for a day or two."
"Can you find the Seven Yin?" Yu Ziqing seemed unwilling to give up.
The Seven Yin was the only one to have directly attacked Jinlan Mountain.
The arm bone of the Seven Yin still stands in Jinlan Mountain.
"Don’t even think about it. I’m gnawing at his path, and yet he hides tightly without showing his face. As long as he doesn’t want to, no one can find him."
The Evil Lord was also somewhat regretful, feeling that even if he completely succeeded, the Seven Yin might never reveal himself.
Yu Ziqing sighed along with him.
The Seven Yin is the only Great Devil he’s encountered who learns a lesson after a setback.
And in a particularly outrageous way of learning, too.
Back then, the Mountain Lord had once captured the coordinates of the Seven Yin King, but later, with some crafty method, the Seven Yin made even that single opportunity disappear for the Mountain Lord.
"Have a look for yourself."
The Evil Lord sat across from Yu Ziqing, displaying his burrowing technique.
Yu Ziqing enhanced his sight and saw layer upon layer, thirty-six layers, of trails unfolding over the Evil Lord’s head, becoming more illusory as they progressed.
The Evil Lord seemed to transform into a burrowing worm, digging layer by layer upwards.
Or rather, this was far from parasitizing stealthily; it was like swinging a pickaxe, wildly digging, utterly uninhibited.
But even in such unrestrained digging, Yu Ziqing couldn’t detect a trace or breath of the Seven Yin.
It was as if that path was unowned, reliant solely on one’s abilities.
"..."
Yu Ziqing was rendered speechless, beginning to think that if the Seven Yin never returned, it would indeed be better to let it go.
He’s certainly not about to venture into the endless void to chase after illusions.
...
Deep in the endless void, there was nothing, not even the starlight gleamed weakly.
No light, no sound, no ripples of any sort.
Only the completely concealed nest of the Seven Yin moved at a steady pace deeper into the endless void.
Within the nest, Seven Yin’s throne had even vanished.
He resembled a hibernating bear, curled up in a nook of the nest, wrapped snugly in a stone layer, even hiding his head.
He sensed the parasite gnawing arrogantly, urging even more caution.
He knew it was provoking him, trying to bait him, but he wouldn’t fall for it.
He sensed the revival and swift departure of the Human Devil King.
He also sensed the fall of the Heavenly Devil King, with the new one changing even its status to survive.
He turned slightly and contently continued his slumber.
He couldn’t sense the Yin Devil anymore, having dismantled his throne and moved exceedingly far away.
When he could no longer sense the fall of the gods, only then would he be at peace.
He wrapped himself more tightly in his stone-skin blanket, his treasured secret.
The scalp of a fallen Ancient God.
And he had utilized another secret he owned: his nest.
Wherever he fled, he’d carry this nest, primarily because within it lay a fallen Ancient God from a distant era.
Before the current world even existed, he went through much effort to find it.
He usually hides this beneath the throne, using its manifestation as a cover.
This was his survival technique for the last era.
If not critical, he wasn’t keen on using it.
Now that he had, no god could find him, surely guessing the reason.
As for his path, they can take it if they want; he just doesn’t want to die.
He intends to remain far from that world, never returning again.
He knew full well, if he ever looked back, death would be certain.
In the endless void, the nest of Seven Yin moved steadily onward, further and further, purely by inertia, no power fluctuations at all, making it undetectable.
Seven Yin, wrapped in the stone-skin blanket, was in a deep, peaceful sleep.
This sleep, he intended to last a hundred thousand years!
No matter the upheaval, the world would always have its heroes, yet he alone would persist eternally.
As an eternal being, his lifespan was infinite, arguing over a shorter timeframe seemed nonsensical; he truly believed the Cliff Divine King and the Ancient God were mad.
Why not use a surefire method of victory instead of competing with short-lived beings?
The last fire, the last glory of the gods, must rest upon me, the Seven Yin.
Of course, when he woke after a hundred thousand years, he’d reassess, and if unfavorable, he’d return to sleep.
...
Yu Ziqing watched the Evil Lord’s furious cultivation method, still showing no reaction, just letting out a long sigh.
