The Lei Clan was quite special in Dazhen because they had a Ninth Tier Strong person whose status was almost equivalent to a Prince, sometimes even higher than a Prince in certain areas.
This time, with such an incident, the Lei Clan took action against King Huai. Throughout Dazhen, no one dared to say anything."
Yang explained the various factions in Dazhen to Yu Ziqing in detail.
Yu Ziqing roughly understood that the power in Dazhen was not so centralized, and the power of Emperor Zhen was not so absolute.
Tracing back the reasons for this matter, it would be a longstanding historical issue.
Back when Dazhen wasn't yet the Dazhen Divine Dynasty of today, powerful figures existed all across Dazhen, and the people there were relatively fierce, accustomed to managing their own territories.
Also, the nomads chased after water and grass, rarely settling down for long, making management naturally less easy than in Dali.
Another reason was that the power and influence of the then Emperor Zhen weren't so strong, coupled with the likes of the Lei Clan.
Eventually, it evolved into the present form, where the various fiefdoms had high autonomy, and the nomads continued to chase after water and grass.
This led to a rebellion from the bottom up.
Yu Ziqing wasn't too concerned with these matters after understanding them, as he had other pressing questions to ask Yang.
"Yang, I came from the northern part of Dazhen. It's already a wasteland like two years ago there.
I can see that Dazhen's current situation is driven by such major climate forces, and naturally, others can see it too.
Others think that the wasteland is a natural disaster, and the northern part of Dazhen is also a natural disaster.
I know too that fluctuations in the climate are normal and beyond human power to alter."
"Since you know, what else do you want to ask?" Yang shook his head.
"According to records, there will always be some years colder than others. These years sometimes last for decades, sometimes for two to three hundred years, which is a very normal change.
It's just that this time, the cold years came more swiftly than before.
Decades or a century or two later, even the ice and snow of the Wasteland will melt again."
Yu Ziqing crossed his arms, looking at Yang with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"Yang, you used to be a Dao Cultivator, studying this and that.
You always taught me to constantly judge things based on new clues and changes.
Do you think I still believe such nonsense now?"
"..." Yang opened his mouth but said nothing.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what you used to do or what you were avoiding such that you were willing to transform into a demon.
I would also believe that such extensive and prolonged climate change is indeed a natural force of heaven and earth, beyond human power to influence.
After all, if you wanted human power to accomplish this, at least a cultivator of the Tenth Tier or even the Eleventh Tier might be necessary."
"That's correct." Yang nodded.
"But I feel that someone is adding fuel to the fire, causing all this chaos. Am I wrong?"
Yang looked up, his eyes complicated as he gazed at Yu Ziqing.
After a long while, he slowly shook his head.
"I might have known before, but now, I truly don't know anymore."
He opened his mouth again. In his eyes seemed to be a vortex, with his Divine Soul beginning to oscillate violently.
In an instant, an invisible force pushed Yu Ziqing away.
He saw three talismans of divine light materialize out of thin air over Yang's mouth.
Those three distinct talismans intertwined, sealing Yang's mouth.
On both sides of the talismans were chains, connecting into the void, and divine might so profound it sent a chill through the heart upon witnessing it.
Yu Ziqing was a bit shocked.
The Silence Spell, and it was the fourth layer of the Silence Divine Spell.
The Silence Spell had four realms. The first realm was an ordinary Silence Spell, not very difficult to learn.
But at the second realm, a tangible talisman could manifest, targeting fixed content, forbidding it from being spoken.
And at the fourth realm, it was the three intertwined talismans, the highest level of the Silence Spell, also known as the Silence Divine Spell.
Comparable to a true Great Divine Power.
Under the Silence Divine Spell, silence reigned.
Not only couldn't certain contents be spoken, but even memories related to these contents were forcibly sealed in the mind.
This was the most powerful known Great Divine Power for keeping secrets.
Those hit by it generally weren't aware they were hit.
Yang suddenly let out a muffled groan and collapsed to the ground, and the three intertwined Divine Light Talismans on his mouth disappeared.
The oppressive feeling from that vast divine might also vanished abruptly.
Yu Ziqing hurriedly helped Yang up, who shook his head.
"What... what happened?"
"I myself don't know when I got hit with the Silence Divine Spell." Yang extended a hoof, his gaze growing more complex.
"Since I transformed into a demon, reaching the Fourth-tier, giving up part of the Transformation, still only relying on the Jade Tomb for Body Refinement, coupled with Condensing Evil.
When I continued my research and speculated on what had happened in the northern part of the Wasteland, I accidentally found out that I had unknowingly been struck by the Silence Divine Spell.
Had I not transformed into a demon, I might never have known."
Yu Ziqing was extremely shocked; originally, he just wanted some clues from Yang to see who was behind the scenes adding to the chaos.
For he felt the situation was growing more complicated, perhaps involving more than one or two forces.