Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1707 - 459: The Most Luxurious Banana Peel, the Only Anchor

In the void, the Cliff Divine King, burdened and moving forward, looked back as if peering into the battle at the center of the deep sea.When he sensed the Old Emperor Qian's Refining God beginning to break through the Tenth Tier, he rarely smiled.

The only time he laughed out loud recently.

Once he pondered, constantly cutting his flesh and throwing it into the Refining God Dao, whether this constant cutting of flesh was appropriate.

But after comprehensive consideration, he still felt the benefits outweighed the drawbacks, and it was already the most proactive approach he could take.

Now, he felt his persistence through these days was finally worthwhile.

Even if he was now like the Ancient God, in a state of watching and enjoying the spectacle, it would be best if all those fighting on the New Continent were dead.

But in comparison, he shared the Ancient God's thoughts that madmen like the Old Emperor Qian, who dare to walk the Ancient God's Dao, must die.

If he had to choose, he would certainly choose this madman who dares to do anything, disregarding everything for his goal.

Even though Yu Ziqing's display of power made him feel fearful at the moment.

But this power hasn't opened a new path, so the Cliff Divine King is only cautious of Yu Ziqing personally.

Thus, without much thought, when the Old Emperor Qian's Refining God was about to break through, with one foot about to step into the Refining God Dao, he severed another piece of flesh from his own path.

This time, the quantity was equivalent to the previous four or five times.

The severed piece was eyed by the Cliff Divine King at the right moment, like throwing a banana peel, tossed under the foot of the Old Emperor Qian instantly as he was about to step down.

In the Cliff Divine King's perspective, he watched that foot stepping onto the world's most precious banana peel.

Without surprise, the Old Emperor Qian's foot slipped.

In the Old Emperor Qian's sensing, his breakthrough was supposed to be smooth sailing, but at the final moment, just a bit short.

The imperfection artificially created by the Cliff Divine King suddenly became a massive flaw at that moment.

The flaw was so vast and the absence so glaring that his forceful breakthrough felt like he had slammed into the ceiling.

For him, what was supposed to be an aluminum panel ceiling, upon collision, suddenly became a completely unfamiliar, thickened steel plate capable of withstanding a nuclear explosion.

He didn't break through the ceiling but crashed head-on and bled profusely.

His initially condensed Primordial Spirit, already indistinguishable from his true self, suddenly dispersed, nearly disintegrating its form.

And at this moment, Emperor Zhen, Emperor Li, You Zhen had arrived.

As well as the Mountain Lord watching from afar, appearing disinclined to intervene.

The Mountain Lord indeed refrained from intervening; he strictly adhered to the rules, as the Old Emperor Qian was still the current Emperor Qian, and the Mountain Lord wouldn't touch him.

Watching the spectacle, just enjoying the spectacle, even though his eyes burned with rage and his mouth nearly grinned to the ears, providing power to Yu Ziqing like everyone else.

Thus, he always watched with arms crossed, not intervening, with nobody able to fault him.

The Old Emperor Qian's Primordial Spirit and mana merged into a long river, endlessly falling from the sky, returning to his Ancient God True Body.

Yu Ziqing stopped and quietly watched the Old Emperor Qian become whole.

The more complete it became, the better; the more complete, the more likely it would destroy all his vitality and hope.

The Old Emperor Qian knew his Refining God might not break through, as the Cliff Divine King would rather sever flesh than allow him to break through.

He dissolved his Primordial Spirit, sacrificing everything to himself.

He then dissolved the Qi Refinement power that just broke through to the Tenth Tier, sacrificing it to himself as well.

Everything was sacrificed to propel the Ancient God's Dao he now mastered.

Only when he began to borrow the national fate of Daqian Divine Dynasty, sacrificing the force of the Divine Dynasty, did he finally feel the obstruction.

As an Emperor, he began to slowly lose control over the Divine Dynasty's power.

Daqian's national fate began to resist him, the resistance becoming increasingly stronger.

In his ear, it seemed like the voices of countless citizens of Daqian echoed.

"The new emperor sacrifices himself to save us; we are grateful for the new emperor's sacrifice, but what qualifies the Old Emperor Qian to remain as emperor?"

"What old Emperor Qian, that is an Evil Devil, under heaven, the greatest Evil Devils, not even the Abyssal Devil, are this malevolent."

"Dad, isn't he the emperor? Why does he want to kill us? Who will pay him tribute when we're dead?"

"Dethrone! We must find a way to dethrone the Old Emperor Qian! He must never return!"

"Dying by the hands of our Daqian Emperor is unacceptable; dethrone him before that happens! Quickly find a way!"

From the courtiers' voices, to countless more, an uncountable number of Daqian citizens.

For the first time, the Old Emperor Qian had the deepest impression of how many citizens Daqian truly had; perhaps it was the first time he heard the voices of the lowliest mortals.

Those countless tiny voices, voices he might never have heard in his lifetime under normal circumstances, gathered into a torrent, making him hear it now.

It was national fate, Daqian's national fate, resisting him as Emperor Qian.

Countless ant-like forces gathered together, firmly grasping the force of the Divine Dynasty, clutching Daqian's national fate, preventing the Old Emperor Qian from utilizing it.

Yu Ziqing looked at the Old Emperor Qian, as if overlooking him.