The root of disaster was never just one thing that could be planted and deeply rooted.
Yu Ziqing never went out again, he didn't know if there was anyone outside.
He calmed down completely from his once burning rage.
Now, he set a small goal for himself, to first resolve all the disasters of the Dingmao Era.
Or rather, to kill through the Dingmao Era.
With Old Yang, combined with the millions of starving ghosts in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and a Big Ghost, it was enough for him to achieve this.
Those starving ghosts were not willing to easily transform, nor was the Big Ghost.
Because they were united, all their power consolidated to create the Big Ghost.
After transformation, they would merely be hungry ghosts, and the Big Ghost would lose its power.
Their grievances were not yet resolved.
Standing on City Head Mountain, Yu Ziqing stood alongside Old Yang, by his side was a soul banner swirling with black light, full of ghost qi, on which a large character for "starving" emerged.
In the city, ghosts surged like a torrent, slaughtering as they went, the County Magistrate Mansion was already leveled, and those resisting stubbornly were almost finished.
"Old Yang, don't you think I seem like a reckless person of the Devil Dao now?"
Old Yang glanced towards the County Magistrate Mansion, and nodded.
"Indeed you do, and most of those who veered into Devil Dao and Evil Dao aren't as reckless as you are now. Are you really planning to kill through the Dingmao Era?"
"It's not that I want to kill through it, but there are just too many people who deserve to die.
I was just speaking casually before, assuming those grain merchants had long gone to Daqian or Dali.
Who would have thought that before then, someone had already gone to Daqian, only to be eaten clean.
Fearing others would swallow them up, with no way out, they indeed hid using the Sealing.
They deserved to be slaughtered."
"When you resolve all the disasters of the Dingmao Era, it will inevitably cause changes outside, whether or not you take An History Book out with you."
"Therefore, I'm planning to leave some tough points unresolved."
While speaking, Yu Ziqing felt a slight tremor in his heart, at the chest of the Red Ape, a small flame ignited, and a faint power was continuously surging into the flame on top of the Red Ape's head.
Yu Ziqing was slightly taken aback and sensed it carefully.
Moments later, he was a bit stunned.
The seeds he casually planted before had not yet been expelled.
Moreover, they had actually taken root and sprouted?
For a moment, Yu Ziqing felt both amused and ridiculous.
For that seed to germinate required very stringent conditions because the power he gave was insufficient, very weak.
He didn't know what happened to make that seed take root and sprout.
Nor did he know what happened to fill Shi Laoer with rage.
However, this was an unexpected joy.
At least it could verify what effect his newly thought of usage might have.
The five Secret Techniques within his body that condensed into the Five Little Ones, had been used only to aid cultivation, and Yu Ziqing rarely used them as Secret Techniques.
Now it seemed, they were truly the means of a Devil.
Indeed, it was originally a Devil's Secret Technique.
But this Secret Technique had long since become unrelated to its original form. Borrowing anger, it transformed it entirely.
"What are you planning to do next?" Old Yang continued to ask.
"Dean Wu is dead, he kidnapped me, yet there was another person present; this matter certainly cannot be concealed.
And he's dead, while I'm not. When I go out, it will inevitably attract the attention of others."
"Why don't you fake your death then, you're quite professional in this aspect, you can surely fool everyone."
Old Yang looked speechless.
"This won't work, it's useless, if I'm dead, isn't there still you?"
"If anyone comes asking, then just tell the truth."
"Your truth can indeed delay some time, but it can't be delayed forever, they will surely pay attention to you."
"When they have the leisure to pay attention to me and have time to capture me, then we'll talk."
Yu Ziqing stood in front of An History Book.
A third of the disasters within it had been resolved.
And almost all of this third were from the Dingmao Era.
For the remaining disasters in the Dingmao Era, Yu Ziqing learned from previous lessons, looked into each, and confirmed.
Indeed, they were all genuine natural disasters.
And those, Yu Ziqing instructed An History Book to deal with, whenever someone arrived, no matter who, to throw them into those disasters first.
Judging by their power and strength, the more unsuitable a disaster was for them, the more they should be thrown into it.
Since An History Book could choose appropriate disasters before, it could certainly choose unsuitable ones as well now.
Yu Ziqing climbed up the stone wall, and outside, it was still quiet; examining the surrounding traces confirmed that someone had been here, yet left again.
"Big Brother, I'm going back temporarily, after some time, I'll gather some things, and come back to supply you."
Before leaving, he bid farewell as per routine, the giant ignored him, possibly thinking that such trivial matters weren't worth wasting a Jade Scroll on.
Yu Ziqing walked alone towards the outside.
Even when trapping others, one needed to distance themselves from the situation.
No hunter would squat next to the trap daily to watch if anyone fell in.
Upon leaving the Abyssal Rift, there was nothing around, and no one was watching.
Only after Yu Ziqing walked a short distance out did he see, half up the mountain, a pavilion had appeared at some unknown time.