The big seal fell into Yu Ziqing's hand and quieted completely, resonating with the Prefectural Governor Seal of Dingwei City to automatically recognize its master.
Yu Ziqing glanced at the opponent, put away the big seal, and suddenly unleashed his strength, striking the opponent with a punch, killing him on the spot.
"First, I'll kill you, then I can take the official seal just the same. However, I wanted to strip you of your position before killing you."
Hearing this, the man, still not accustomed to his stripped position and Ding Tui whose power dissipated, tilted his head, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, eyes wide open in death, unable to find peace.
After killing the others around, Yu Ziqing sat down, looking at the evil dao who had only a breath left.
"Don't struggle, you must have heard what I said. Naturally, you would remember that this place is a sealing.
Apart from your uncle, everyone else is merely a projection of a history yet to settle here.
You have no one to rely on.
When I walked within thirty feet of you, and you were still unprepared, you were already dead.
I'm not killing you right now just because I'm waiting for someone. Once I kill you, the history settles, and I too must leave."
"I..." The young evil dao just started speaking when he was silenced.
Yu Ziqing slapped him, preventing him from speaking further.
"If you utter another word, make even the slightest sound, you'll die without a burial place."
The evil dao wore a sinister look, opened his mouth, and finally snorted without saying anything. However, Yu Ziqing's form appeared above him, and he stomped him to death.
"I warned you, utter another sound, and you'd be dead. Did you take me for someone who doesn't mean what he says?"
After stomping him to death, Yu Ziqing flicked his finger, a spark falling on him, burning him to ashes, erasing his form entirely, even the evil qi dissipated into nothingness.
Then the world began to roll inward toward the center.
Yu Ziqing watched expressionlessly as the sealing turned back into a page of a book, feeling no regrets.
Because there were still many sealing that made him angry.
Taking out a red pen, Yu Ziqing added to that page.
"Ding Tui knew that his nephews harmed others, practicing the evil dao, yet sheltered the evil dao, neglecting duties, colluding with the evil dao, useless in death.
Qing Ziyu, Prefectural Governor of Dingwei City, was stripped of his official seal and executed on the spot."
After writing, he stamped with the big seal, settling the dust, and the page turned into white paper with black letters.
Yu Ziqing flipped through An History Book, discovering that not a page was glowing, proving that no one had entered.
"What I just wrote, you also saw it.
Your An History Book, being man-made, often deviates from facts.
Just like that Ding Tui, in your records, seemed to be a good official who died at his post.
In reality, you should know what kind of person he was."
An History Book flickered, acknowledging Yu Ziqing's unpleasant truth.
"So, the purpose of your existence, is it to bear these disasters, or to carry unresolved history, or to resolve disasters to restore history to settlement?"
An History Book remained silent for a moment, flickering, seemingly in agreement.
Yu Ziqing sighed, losing the desire to criticize An History Book; after all, it was just a book.
Unable to wait for someone, Yu Ziqing began to flip through An History Book page by page.
Before, he had only skimmed through it, but now he wanted to lend Dadui, which meant giving far more than Dadui gave him.
Obtaining all official seals was a must.
Resolving all disasters was also necessary.
According to Dadui's naming rules, there were sixty cities in the Celestial Stems and Earthly Branches, sixty County Magistrates, twelve Prefectural Governors.
The method and order of acquisition must be carefully considered first.
Going to Dingmao Era to obtain the official seal should be the easiest.
At that time, it was chaotic, a mess like rotten soup, with a noticeable decline in overall strength.
Based on previous experiences, a city's official seal might have more than one, but as long as Yu Ziqing simultaneously touched two official seals from different eras, one might shatter. After resolving that page's disaster, the power contained in the official seals would merge into one.
Yu Ziqing finished flipping through the main body of An History Book.
What he saw was a Divine Dynasty's history of thriving to demise, from wise emperors and virtuous ministers, righteous warriors emerging, to a world of foolish rulers and corrupt officials coexisting, evil devils rampant.
While reading carefully, Yu Ziqing couldn't help but think more than once that this Divine Dynasty should quickly face its end.
Yet each time, he'd see the martyrs and righteous warriors again, unable to bear seeing the Divine Dynasty, for which they sacrificed their lives, disappear completely.
This conflicting feeling lingered in his heart.
After reading, Yu Ziqing was almost certain.
In this era, remaining remnants of Dadui still would not be miscalled as remnants.
Loyal ministers and righteous warriors who served the nation and the people had long perished in countless disasters and changes; how could there be a descendent left?
Families entombed for the country were countless.
Those struggling to survive, still able to pass down their bloodline to present times were, if not a hundred percent, at least over ninety-nine percent, trash.
Viewing from a descendant's perspective, Yu Ziqing once thought, why didn't those people ever think that by sacrificing, wouldn't they leave the Divine Dynasty to Gua Pi?