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But that time, when those two fools ate the sedative like it was a meal, Yu Ziqing noticed their behavior wasn't quite normal. Whenever they saw him, unlike how they saw others, they exhibited a completely different demeanor. In the end, until they died, they seemed too scared to resist.

At that time, no one else sensed anything amiss, but Yu Ziqing knew for sure that those two must have truly seen something.

The Jinlan Mushroom growing in the Jinlan Mine, used to make the sedative, had a characteristic that other sedatives lacked.

It was only after conducting personal experiments and research that Yu Ziqing realized that if one took enough of this substance, the five senses would indeed become severely distorted. However, it would also substantially boost another kind of perception not belonging to the five senses.

In the Dao of Refining God, stages of Concentrating, Intent Concentrating, and showing soul, Yu Ziqing progressed rapidly, or rather, all these stages proceeded simultaneously, as did the Hungry Ghost Dao.

At this moment, after he swallowed an entire pack of sedative enough to serve as a meal, the world in his eyes began to change.

The ground turned into pitch-black lava rock, the sky twisted into Van Gogh's starry night, and the sparse grassland transformed into clusters of withered human hands.

On the other side, the Tattooed Face's figure twisted and swelled, morphing into a gigantic monster with numerous agonized human faces on its torso. Its limbs dissipated, turning into countless horrifying tendrils, the kind that were enough to make someone lose their appetite at a glance.

Yu Ziqing looked at himself; everything was normal. His Qi-Blood grew stronger, his consciousness became clearer, and he even felt like he could use his fists to smash the monster's body.

He powered his legs, breaking through the air resistance, charging straight forward.

However, at that moment, the Tattooed Face wore a look of shock.

"What the hell is this?"

He saw a being with glowing red eyes, an ear-to-ear grin, and black oily grime pouring out from its body, then condensing into a full-body Black Scale Armor. Using sheer force, it broke through the air, charging toward him.

The constantly falling acid rain from the sky, which could corrode a person's consciousness with despair, only made this creature's aura grow stronger.

His Divine Thought flickered, trying to block him, but the creature seemed to preemptively sense the attacks, easily dodging them.

In Yu Ziqing's eyes, he saw dozens of tentacles crisscrossing down, each with large, spiky mouths, attempting to bite him.

Unable to get close, Yu Ziqing could only swing his fists, smashing the tentacles one after another.

When he shattered one, more would appear. Then, he heard the monster roaring something, and the tips of the tentacles transformed into metallic gleaming spikes.

The spikes, carrying large shadowy remnants, indiscriminately attacked.

Yu Ziqing kept dodging, taking a few hits but finding them quite manageable, so he continued recklessly charging forward. He knew the opponent was purely a Refining God Cultivator, so he'd first shatter its flesh.

Today, it was either kill or be killed.

The Tattooed Face's expression grew increasingly grim. He condensed his Divine Thought, and after it solidified, he cast a Secret Technique, even piercing through the strange scale armor on the opponent's body and instantly targeting the peculiar Body Cultivator's death orifices, only to be met with an extraordinarily strong force.

Those fists carried a bizarre, twisted power, able to distort and shatter even his Divine Thought.

Chanting the soul spell, directly attacking the opponent's Divine Soul, was like mud plunging into the sea, with no sense of hitting the mark.

He realized he underestimated the situation. What seemed to be a simple task had led to an encounter with a troublesome, odd character. This guy used an unknown Magical Treasure, greatly resistant to Divine Soul Secret Techniques.

Alongside the uncanny, twisted power that made him feel extremely uncomfortable, he even felt like he never actually hit the opponent's Divine Soul.

Furthermore, that woman, mastering a bizarre domain, complicated things even more.

The drizzling rain had turned into a downpour, with the despairing aura filling every inch of space, continuously eroding his thoughts.

Seeing the strange Body Cultivator approaching closer, the Tattooed Face formed a Seal with his hands, pointing one finger at his brow and another at the Body Cultivator, with a faint glimmer condensing into a thin, visible needle, hitting the opponent's brow in an instant.

But at the moment he concentrated on casting the Secret Technique, never noticing Wu Shuangge, who had silently disappeared.

Wu Shuangge appeared behind him, holding a toilet bucket, directly aiming at his head.

The dark sauce-colored aura that gushed out from the toilet bucket polluted and shattered the protection surrounding him, rendering his Protective Magic Treasure's power completely depleted in an instant.

Under normal circumstances, one second would be enough for him to crush Wu Shuangge dozens of times over, but now, focused entirely on deploying a powerful Secret Technique, aiming to pin the strange person's Divine Soul with a single blow...

One second was enough to change everything.

After the toilet bucket lost its barrier, it heavily clamped onto his head, the immense force nearly cutting his height by half.

In the next moment, the Body Cultivator, with the needle still lodged in his brow, landed a punch, the twisting power on his fist tearing apart all defensive measures in front, piercing through his chest on the spot.

At this point, he realized that the thin needle, distorted by the power, wasn't even inserted into the opponent's brow..."""