Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1708 - 459: The Most Extravagant Banana Peel, The Only Anchor

"You will never understand, and I don't want to explain to you."Taking a step forward, Yu Ziqing transforms into a Mud Truck, drawing power from the earth, twisting his waist, and concentrating all his strength into that punch at this moment.

Old Emperor Qian's aura became increasingly profound, as if a world had come to a halt before his arms.

Yu Ziqing's punch, wrapped in flames, landed, with the Jinlan Secret Method unfolding, channeling all his power into Old Emperor Qian's body.

The terrifying might exploded from within, stronger than ever before.

Old Emperor Qian's Ancient God True Body instantly turned into a skeleton, just like when the Mountain Lord first struck.

The sky filled with scattered powder, consumed by rage, burning into nothingness, slowly annihilated by the overwhelming anger.

Yu Ziqing attacked with alternating punches, one after another striking the skeleton.

The skeleton began to crack, and the patterns originally embedded with a mysterious aura slowly were forcefully hammered out.

A phantom of a world also became increasingly distinct.

Power and rage continuously seeped in, destroying it bit by bit.

One side was growing weaker, while the other seemed limitless, growing stronger, leaving no suspense in the battle.

The pounding sounds like a Heavenly Drum continuously exploded.

The light in the sockets of the massive skeleton began to fade slowly.

By this point, in pure hand-to-hand combat, he was no match for Yu Ziqing.

Old Emperor Qian realized that his goal was moving further away.

He could foresee, even understand, that he would die at the hands of people whom he never cared about.

Yes, people. After hearing the voices of countless citizens of Daqian, he understood where he was defeated.

Why the wise ones facing the peak of All Gods never chose his current path.

Those who walked the toughest times understood one thing the most.

Without people, victory is meaningless.

Old Emperor Qian's Ancient God True Body dwindled, as Yu Ziqing's form shrunk correspondingly.

When Old Emperor Qian returned to normal size, leaving only a skeleton, Yu Ziqing gazed down at him, his eyes calm.

"Do you know what kind of talent you possess?

As time and history continuously change, you are the only one capable of breaking free to see each transition of time.

All Gods would say, time forever stands on the side of All Gods.

But you were meant to be the anchor restraining the situation, preventing us from falling entirely into disadvantage.

Perhaps the only, most important anchor.

You betrayed your talent.

I don't know how things will develop, nor do I know how to achieve the goal.

But I am certain, you were wrong from the beginning."

Old Emperor Qian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the next moment, Yu Ziqing's form moved abruptly, directly delivering a punch to Old Emperor Qian's skull.

The surface of Old Emperor Qian's bones revealed fine cracks as his final skeleton began to crumble into powder.

The powder fell into the flames, continuously burned.

Old Emperor Qian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

The light in his eye sockets shone one last time, then shattered completely into powder with the skull, dispersing.

The sky full of powder fell into the flames, continuously refined, annihilated and vanished.

Old Emperor Qian's final consciousness was shattered and burned by the infinite emotions in the flames, completely extinguishing him.

The flames burning on Yu Ziqing's body slowly subsided, leaving only the hair replaced by flames still ascending, connecting heaven and earth.

Yu Ziqing stood quietly in place, the full rage also began to disperse.

Suddenly, his expression shifted, looking at the sky full of flames, he reached out and beckoned.

Seeing countless flames that couldn't destroy the dust, continuously gathering.

Slowly, that dust in the flames gathered into an anchor.

The surface of the anchor-like thing had a flame pattern.

In the flames, the more it was refined, the more solid the anchor became, steadfast and unmoving.

Yu Ziqing stretched out his hand, grasped the anchor, and instantly understood its origin, and why it hadn't been burned by the flames.

This was Old Emperor Qian's final legacy, his last wish.

Even in death, even at the last moment, what he still cared about remained his goal.

At the final moment, he sacrificed even his Ancient God's Dao, just to leave behind his talent, transformed into this anchor.

His final anger, his anger towards himself, was also merged into this anchor.

Regarding the endless rage against Old Emperor Qian, the only thing absolutely impervious to burning was naturally his anger.

Even if this sliver of anger was contributed by Old Emperor Qian himself.

A treasure forged from rage appeared.

Yu Ziqing, holding the anchor, no longer knew how to regard the dead Old Emperor Qian.

He stowed the anchor away, watched the sky full of flames, gradually dissipate.

Emperor Zhen, Emperor Li, You Zhen, and the Mountain Lord descended in sequence.

Yu Ziqing bowed to them in salute, but before he could speak, the group directly moved to avoid the gesture.

Then the group respectfully bowed deeply to him.

"Thank you, Emperor Dui."

Yu Ziqing wanted to say something but saw a force upon him, held by the Mountain Lord's power, making him stand still, unable to return the salute.

Yu Ziqing couldn't simply break free, even though he had that ability at the moment.

He could only watch as the Mountain Lord solemnly and respectfully offered the salute.

"This is deserved, we all owe you gratitude. If you avoid it, you are looking down on me."

With the Mountain Lord's words, Yu Ziqing couldn't avoid it and had to accept their grand courtesy.

After the gratitude, the Mountain Lord raised his hand to his head, gently pulled out the last scene he saw, the memory of the anchor, directly pinched in his hand.

Then he looked at Emperor Zhen, Emperor Li, You Zhen.

"In the final scene, you two are too weak to possibly keep such a secret."

"I've already mastered the Life Destruction Treasure Skill, and still not enough?"

"It's not secure enough, I can only guarantee that while I stand here, no one can peep at that scene.

But I can't guarantee, once leaving here, this secret won't be carried out."

Emperor Li, about to speak, suddenly closed his mouth.

The Mountain Lord looked to Yu Ziqing.

"Remember, aside from yourself, no one else is allowed to know, no one is allowed to see."

The three coordinated with the Mountain Lord, directly extracting the anchor's memory, watched as the memory of that scene directly vanished in the Mountain Lord's palm.

From then on, as long as Yu Ziqing didn't speak, there wouldn't be a second person in the world knowing the origin of that anchor.

Yu Ziqing rarely saw the Mountain Lord so solemn, even sparing himself, decisively closed his mouth.

He looked beyond the New Continent, at the chaotic deep sea.

At this moment, the deep sea was quiet to deathly silence, with no trace of the strange, or the Ancient God.

Even though the battle had ended, Old Emperor Qian had fallen, there was still no movement, Yu Ziqing didn't know what the Ancient God was preparing to do.

Thinking of the anchor he had stowed away, Yu Ziqing realized, in the future, this might be the tool to give the Ancient God a little surprise.