Lao Song put down his tea cup, paid the bill and left. People in the teahouse seemed very excited and were still chatting about what happened just now.

He also smiled, cupped his hands, and echoed.

"May Dadui be prosperous and prosperous forever, and may your Majesty be blessed with good fortune and good fortune."

There was a lot of noise in the teahouse, and Old Song was shouting along like an ordinary Jiachen City resident.

Regardless of the heart, what Yu Ziqing thinks is not important. What he does is what matters.

People in Dadui only see the results, and they will add the reasons themselves.

Just like when Yu Ziqing took over Dadui, the first thing he developed was the problem of having enough food, and letting those humanoid excavators join the productivity process.

The reason for this incident was purely because Yu Ziqing didn't want hungry ghosts to appear again. He himself had been starved to death before, that's all.

But the subjects of Dadui only saw the results. The reasons they understood were different from Yu Ziqing's own ideas, so their ideas should prevail.

It doesn't matter what Yu Ziqing thinks.

Just like Song Chengyue at this moment, he also felt that it was not important what Yu Ziqing thought. What was important was that Yu Ziqing really fished him out of the stinky quagmire, fulfilled his obsession, and gave him the greatest trust.

What else is there to say? He was willing to sell his life to Yu Ziqing.

…

Yu Ziqing did not go to his residence in Dadui, but returned directly to Jinlan Mountain.

He quietly returned to Jinlan Mountain, quietly came to the southwest corner of Jinlan Mountain, sat in front of the juice, took out Zui Sheng Meng Si, drank it directly, and without saying a word, fell asleep.

"I'll take a nap."

Only here can he feel absolutely safe.

He had maintained the blessing before, and then continued the sacrificial ceremony, maintaining the state of stacking up the armor, and he could still hold on.

As the catastrophe dissipated, he felt that he could no longer hold on.

It's because of that look.

He never thought that with just one glance at the ancient god of the deep sea and analysis, he could see the long river of time.

Even if his instinct blinded his eyes, he directly smashed the information channel as quickly as possible.

But at that moment, an immeasurable amount of information still poured in.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the founder of the Hungry Ghost Path and could lead several paths at once, his background would be outrageous.

In that moment, he was finished.

When the calamity dissipated, he noticed that the sequelae of that moment began to slowly take effect.

The most suitable place he could think of was the juice.

He fell in front of the juice and lay there sound asleep, his body and mind falling into a deep sleep.

But his consciousness, under the influence of drunkenness and dreams, drifted to the sea of ​​mist.

He was drifting, his consciousness seemed to be constantly expanding, and the information he obtained at that moment was constantly tumbling out.

His consciousness continued to expand here, being made larger and larger by the immeasurable information.

Finally, it was like turning into a sea, floating in this seemingly endless sea of ​​mist.

His self-awareness became extremely weak and was overwhelmed by immeasurable information.

He felt that he had made the right bet. His body and soul alone might not be able to accommodate such a huge amount of information.

The best way he could think of to deal with it was to get rid of the shackles of the physical body and the soul and deal with it directly in the sea of ​​mist.

This boundless, illusory and misty sea can indeed be endured.

All that was left in his consciousness was the immeasurably huge amount of information.

It was like he was alone and fell into an endless ocean. At this moment, he could avoid being strangled to death.

I want to leave, abandon the immeasurable information here, and just let my consciousness leave.

When the effects of drunkenness and dreams dissipate, his consciousness can return.

But there is also a greater possibility that his consciousness has returned, which is immeasurable. Information that is enough to drown his consciousness countless times may also return with it.

Therefore, he drank a lot of drunkenness in one breath this time.

Prepare to be here, make a time difference, and take advantage of the special environment here to digest this immeasurable information.

The place where he lives is an isolated island. If he wants to escape from this ocean, there is another way.

He drank up the entire ocean and left naturally.

This is the safest method, and it is also the method that best suits Yu Ziqing's wishes.

He wanted to understand what was in the endless information that poured in at that moment.

It would be a pity to abandon it completely.

There may not be such an opportunity again in the future.

His consciousness, which had expanded to an extremely huge size, was just floating in the sea of ​​mist. His self-awareness was being devoured and digested bit by bit from the center.

On the edge of the Yin Demon's lair, the mother of the Yin Demon, who was lying on the edge of the cliff eating, sensed the waves in the misty sea and felt the extremely terrifying huge consciousness there, and retreated aggrievedly.

After a while, Xie Jun came here staggeringly and felt it carefully for a moment. It was very strange and confusing. However, after he felt it carefully for a long time and noticed a familiar feeling, he immediately felt relieved.

"Eat yours, just don't provoke me."

After giving instructions to the mother of evil demons, the evil king patted his butt and ran away.

His mind was filled with questions, what was Yu Ziqing doing?

If the Yin Demon falls into the misty sea and will never come back, how can he play like this?

What does it mean to make such a big noise this time?

When your consciousness expands so much, are you ready to settle down in the sea of ​​mist?

Forget it, never mind, just do whatever you want.

He continued to persevere in the path of King Qi Yin, and he would achieve the new path as soon as possible.

If we don't work harder, there won't be much for him in this era.

At least he still has to be of some use. At least he is the only one who has some hope for the Seven Yin King who cannot be solved by anyone else.

Everything has returned to calm.

Yu Ziqing lay next to Juice, sleeping soundly.

The juice gently stretched the branches and leaves, and the brilliance hanging from the branches and leaves fell on Yu Ziqing bit by bit.

Those brilliance fell into Yu Ziqing's body, making Yu Ziqing sleep even deeper.

And in the sea of ​​confusion, Yu Ziqing's self-awareness became increasingly clear.

That little bit of brilliance, in this immeasurable ocean of information, built an isolated island for Yu Ziqing, giving him a place to breathe.

He began to absorb, devour, and fuse this information.

After starting to merge, he discovered that these immeasurable information were all from the past.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every insect, fish, bird, and beast, every person, leaves traces of time.

According to his understanding, this is all useless junk information.

It just took a long time to fuse it, and after slowly sorting out some clues, he noticed something different.

From chaos, he sorted out order, and what he saw was the beauty of nature and the natural order.

This is not an ordinary time to see with your eyes, but directly feel all the changes, as if you are enlightening.

As he devoured and fused, the consciousness that had expanded to the size of an ocean began to gradually shrink.

I don't know how much time passed, but more and more information was integrated, and he finally found something different in that information.

He saw the Ancient God of the Deep Sea and tampered with a very, very small point.

It was just that the two pages were stacked on top of each other, and the slightly offset paper was moved slightly by him, and several keywords on the next page were obscured.

But those who saw those words at that time could no longer see these words.

The changes that followed began to get bigger and bigger, deviating more and more from the original direction.

It wasn't until many years later that a major incident completely changed the ending.

Everything has traces, even if they are not left outside, they will definitely remain in the long river of time.
Chapter completed!