Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1629 - 438: Victory in the Shadows, Shattered by Truth

As long as he remembered that Jia Shisi was also here, then he would inevitably, naturally remember that the Yang-destroying Devil probably liked this kind of situation best.His Majesty had personally gone to the trouble of bringing the Yang-destroying Devil here; there was no way he would ignore it.

And without affecting Jia Shisi's deployment to Dadui to provide support, just having Jia Shisi casually bring the Yang-destroying Devil along was only logical.

And this thing done in passing didn't affect in the slightest the fact that Jia Shisi was definitely going to provide support.

Nothing about it impacted the original course of events.

But the Yang-destroying Devil was now in a state where it was guaranteed to appear, guaranteed to come watch, guaranteed to participate.

The instant this textbook specimen of a Divine King from All Gods, this absolutely unalterable bastard, appeared here.

It became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

By the time the Ancient God sensed the suddenly appearing new node, it was already too late; in a flash, everything spun completely out of control.

He could no longer steer how things developed; no matter how long he had been gathering small ripples into a general trend, there was no way to alter the slightest thing about the current state.

At this moment, the situation here had already turned into a true general trend, something no one could change.

Before the real result appeared, everything here was Chaos, unpredictable and unknowable to all.

From that invisible vantage point, in that clash without blade flashes or sword shadows, this time, the Ancient God suffered utter defeat.

Once he lost control, there was nothing he could do.

And now came the confrontation laid bare for all to see.

Jiu Nian had signed a contract, and the power of that contract had been directly drawn out when Yu Ziqing made his judgment regarding the Black Mountain Demon King.

It directly took shape, becoming a dark gold balance.

Jiu Nian had the debt collector blocking the door to collect—there was no way he was running.

The pillar of light crashed down, pinning him here.

The Yang-destroying Devil appeared cackling like a madman, waiting to witness the Fallen of a once Divine King of All Gods.

The instant Yu Ziqing saw the Yang-destroying Devil appear, he suddenly remembered—shit, how did I forget about the Yang-destroying Devil again.

Only when he peered into the distance and saw Jia Shisi appearing in the rear did Yu Ziqing understand what had happened.

He secretly let out a breath of relief. Thankfully, the people on Dadui's side were genuinely reliable; they had actually brought the Yang-destroying Devil over in advance.

On second thought, that made sense; there hadn't been any real wars among the Four Divine Dynasties for many years now, at most some local skirmishes.

Here, Devils died faster than livestock in a slaughterhouse; the Yang-destroying Devil ought to love it.

Even so, Yu Ziqing's face was as dark as still water; he only gave a distant nod.

There was no way he was going to tell the Yang-destroying Devil, "Ah, my bad, I forgot about you again."

If he really said that, the Yang-destroying Devil would absolutely blow a gasket.

Luckily Zhang and the others were reliable.

Yu Ziqing withdrew his wandering thoughts and waited quietly. Yang's Big Array had already expanded to a hundred miles across, slowly descending onto the earth.

Jiu Nian couldn't escape even if he wanted to. Yu Ziqing had borrowed the power of the ancient contract to block the door and collect the debt; there was no way he was getting away.

Just like back then, when he tried to default, and the Mountain Lord directly suppressed them in Endless Darkness, forcing him to pay the price.

But this time, the price demanded by the contract wasn't just being spurned by the radiance and never seeing the light of day again.

When he conned the Black Mountain Demon King, he'd only used the standard penalty of a traitor being annihilated in both body and spirit.

And that kind of price, for a guy who'd been beaten senseless by the Mountain Lord for so many years and still wasn't dead, was pure nonsense.

It was basically taking advantage of the Black Mountain Demon King's ignorance of the market, stringing him along with what looked to the Black Mountain Demon King like the most severe price.

But now, Jiu Nian finally understood what that familiar feeling actually was.

Someone had come to collect on a bad debt.

He'd thought himself Undying, but now that familiar sensation had appeared, and he wasn't so confident anymore.

As the Big Array descended, the surrounding environment abruptly changed.

Array Flags thousands of zhang tall billowed in the wind, standing in the eight directions, while the array bases sank into the earth.

At the center of this Big Array, which had remained in an always-deployed state, the scale that had been suppressed there now completely lost its power, was drained dry by the array, and shattered into dust, merging into the array and upgrading it yet again.

Within a hundred miles of the array, aside from Jiu Nian, the large number of Devils still remaining were forcibly pulled into the Big Array by Yang's formation.

These masses of cannon-fodder Devils stood no chance against Yang's formation, which burned money like mad, had been carefully prepared for so long, and had been specially upgraded.

The instant they fell into the array, a halo swept through, and a huge number of Devils collapsed on the spot.

Their flesh and blood, their bones, their Devil Qi—everything on them was turned into raw material.

After being refined, they were directly absorbed into the Big Array as upgrade materials for the formation.

On those Array Flags, packed with bizarre runes and lines, the markings grew ever more Strange.

Those lines were tainted by the aura of the Curse, like one writhing chain after another, constantly struggling there before finally being digested.

At the center of the Big Array, Jiu Nian, shrouded in the pillar of light, watched these changes and also felt that the scale he had painstakingly condensed had directly shattered and vanished, completely losing all sensing.

He also understood what his scale had been used for.

That scale, which contained his power, his divine charm, and even a portion of his rank, had been used to merge into this bizarre formation as a breakthrough point aimed specifically at him.

He wanted to run, but there was no way to run.

That pillar of light was a prison—the prison of contractual truth.