At this moment, if Yu Ziqing had to choose one person he liked the most.
He would undoubtedly choose Freedom Heaven.
Simply a paragon of conscientiousness in the industry, the epitome of the Heavenly Demons. Even when the Old Emperor Zhen was split, he split along with him.
The parts that split off, although all were Freedom Heaven, each one went its own way.
This method had a direct benefit, no one could hope to use one Freedom Heaven to kill off the others, not even that legendary Heavenly Devil True Name Spell.
The base level of safety was incredibly high.
To the Heavenly Demons, as long as one wasn't killed off completely in a single strike, it didn't matter much.
But naturally, there were drawbacks too.
In each of the Old Emperor Zhen's sealings, Freedom Heaven's understanding of the world remained as it was over two thousand years ago...
Though usually, in two thousand years, the world would undergo no fundamental changes for the Heavenly Demons, only the people changed, cultivators came and went in waves.
But the issue was, the world had fundamentally changed nowadays.
The more Yu Ziqing looked at Freedom Heaven, the more he liked it. Perhaps he could trick it two or three more times in the same way.
And each time was a feast.
A rare opportunity to replenish.
Refining God cultivation was extremely difficult, Yu Ziqing was sure of the main path he was taking, ensuring it wouldn't go astray, advancing slowly and steadily.
His difficulty lay in the branches off that straight main path, which required extreme caution while probing.
Other Refining God cultivators had it even harder, their difficulty lay in the main path of the road.
They first had to ensure they weren't advancing too rashly, first ensuring they didn't go the wrong way and get themselves killed.
Errors in Refining God were much more severe than those in Qi Refinement cultivators.
If Qi Refinement went awry, at worst one might be injured, at worst go Devilic, most of the time there was still hope for rescue.
If a Refining God cultivator erred, at best the Divine Soul would be damaged, at worst the soul would scatter, with no need for rescue, just open the banquet.
That's why among loose cultivators, almost all were struggling and Qi Refinement cultivators; it was rare to see a Refining God strong cultivator.
Over thousands of years, Refining God strong cultivators among loose cultivators could be counted on one hand.
And most of those people had great opportunities, received inheritances, at least having a main path walked by predecessors pointed out to them.
Like the Dao cultivators in Langya Institute, the number who switched to Refining God cultivators wasn't high, but they still had the highest proportion in the world.
Because they had predecessors to make mistakes for them, in many areas, they didn't have to walk them to know they were wrong.
These were inheritances, roots.
Foundations not possible to acquire without time's sedimentation.
Yu Ziqing naturally didn't have such a foundation, so his Refining God cultivation was always very conservative.
As long as the main path was right, it was fine; as for the branches, expand them slowly when the realm rose higher.
Ideally, expand the Fourth-tier branches when reaching the Fifth Tier, from on high, the chances of error would naturally be much lower.
At this moment, looking at the right arm suppressed in place, Yu Ziqing grinned.
Within that right arm, demonic qi surged, flesh and blood sprouted, trying to form a body.
Clearly, at this moment, in this scene, even Freedom Heaven, no matter how foolish, realized it had been duped.
And with a Ninth Tier Body Cultivator's right arm, it was impossible for him not to use it and just abandon the right arm and escape.
He had to struggle at least a bit; maybe he could even reverse kill two, then escape leisurely.
Looking at the situation two thousand years ago, Freedom Heaven's choice was flawless.
The power of the Devil Suppression Array pinned him to the spot.
Above Yu Ziqing's vertex, strands of yin qi floated, a Yin God climbed out from there, mouth agape, drooling, its eyes flashing with the light of Blood Flame, staring fixedly at Freedom Heaven.
The Yin God went out-of-body to complete the task of devouring directly.
Freedom Heaven's body hadn't yet formed, but Yu Ziqing had already gone Devilic, directly plunging into the demonic qi, a punch slamming onto the still squirming flesh.
The force condensed without release; only after penetrating every corner of that flesh did it explode with a bang, the force shooting out from the back.
The right arm struggled to move but was pinned firmly in place, Freedom Heaven was unable to budge.
He had to complete the sprouting of flesh and blood, form a body before he could extend his power.
The Yin God crouched in mid-air, transforming a platter in its hand, one hand ignoring demonic qi, as if illusory, reaching into that right arm and scooping up.
Then a pork knuckle wrapped in sauce fell into the platter, held in hand and gnawed.
"Who exactly are you?" Freedom Heaven cried in agony; at last, he felt for the first time what it was like to be eaten.
"I have many identities, which one do you want to know about?"
Freedom Heaven was both furious and indignant, crying out.
A Black Sky Devil was actually mixing with the human race, and with two powerful humans.
What were those two fools Feng Buju and King Xiang thinking?
How could they dare, how could they trust a Black Sky Devil.
Were they insane, in just over two thousand years, this world had become so utterly unfamiliar to him.
While the Yin God was happily eating, it suddenly paused, looking into the distance.
Yu Ziqing followed the direction with his gaze; again, there was a shimmering, fleeting, seemingly nonexistent sense of being watched.
Was that guy fated to conflict with me?
In the vast Southern Sea, they had delved so far, how could they run into that guy again?
Dozens of miles away, the Black Robed Man was more shocked than Yu Ziqing, a horrified look on his face as he glanced around.