And this time, those guys pursuing Xi Yang also claim to be Saints.

Whether those cultivators at sea are descendants of the fanatics or the rebels of that generation.

These guys actually used this ghostly entity to pursue Xi Yang.

They didn't recognize the true identity of this ghostly entity from start to finish.

What a massive joke this is.

Yu Ziqing even doubted if he misunderstood anything.

Yu Ziqing chatted with Xi Yang for quite some time, confirmed various details, and cross-checked with the information Xi Yang himself discovered.

Yu Ziqing felt a bit numb, there was no mistake.

If those people are indeed the Saints he understood, then they utterly failed to realize that this figure resembling a starving ghost is the target they've been searching for.

They just considered Half Skull to be a strange starving ghost.

The pursuit of Xi Yang is probably because Xi Yang was tainted with some aura, making them think Xi Yang was on the opposing side.

So, they were determined to kill Xi Yang first.

Yu Ziqing did not reveal the truth to Xi Yang, he just reminded him.

"Remember, the ghostly entity pursuing you is already dead.

Hmm, it died at the hands of the Tenth Tier's Ruan Renwang."

"Oh..." Xi Yang nodded, not daring to ask more.

Even if Ruan Renwang's consciousness dissipated, killing a ghostly entity seemed reasonable.

He even believed his own Heavenly Ancestor, after killing a Tomb Ghost, might not fear any curse, possibly even mockingly say it wasn't challenging enough, what, no meal?

Leaving the Seventh Floor, Yu Ziqing looked at Half Skull hiding in the locust tree, his gaze flickering.

Half Skull, feeling the danger, but recognizing the owner of the gaze, immediately emerged and prostrated.

In its eyes, at that moment, Yu Ziqing seemed to transform into a blood-eyed shadow, dripping with black oil, exuding an indescribable terrifying pressure, as if one glance could lead to its death.

It indeed couldn't remember the past, but it recalled that it never wanted to endure the insufferable hunger torment again.

Instinctively, it maintained utmost devotion, yearning for this formidable existence to forever take it away from that unending torment.

"Take care to recuperate well, try to restore some memories soon, restoring consciousness, that would be quite interesting..."

Yu Ziqing comforted with a word, and moved his gaze away.

His mind conjured the contents from the records given by Xi Yang.

Those Saints referred to the deity they worshiped as the Sacrificial God.

Unlike the Moon God, who is a natural deity, originating from the Bright Moon, the Moon God never needed rituals to obtain power, even in the past.

Currently, the Moon God needs even less ritual to gain power.

The Moon God's path of ascension now comes from the guidance of Yu Ziqing and Juice.

And this Half Skull, the missing brain, the missing half skull, might be the things it lost before.

After Yu Ziqing walked out of the Seventh Floor ring, he sipped tea and suddenly laughed aloud.

Wanting to verify his conjecture, there's a place where it can be directly checked.

If in An History Book, the sealing, with Mo Huitou's part, and the blood sacrifice target, is indeed the Sacrificial God, the starving ghost Half Skull.

Then does it mean, the method to resolve those bothersome sealings in An History Book might actually lie outside An History Book as well.

There's no need to enter An History Book, and there are ways outside to resolve those sealings.

Yu Ziqing got up and left, walking down the street, he summoned the Big Ghost, giving it instructions.

"Watch over that Half Skull, if it shows any signs of disobedience, immediately restrain it."

Yu Ziqing arrived before An History Book, smiling as he flipped open the pages.

"Jiazi year 3930, Yichou City.

Eighty thousand giant captives vanished, three months later, the Flesh Sacrificial Altar was forged.

Thirteen hundred Saints performed the Blood Sacrifice Method.

Yichou City's Prefectural Governor Bai Shan sealed it."

"Hey, I've painstakingly researched, maybe I found a way to resolve the sealings.

Without entering the seal, a way to resolve the essence of disaster.

Honestly, I've paid more attention than anyone in the Dadui.

More diligent than any generation."

An History Book doesn't comprehend what method is that, but as long as it resolves the sealing, it's delighted.

Yu Ziqing placed one hand on it, vanishing instantly.

Upon meeting Mo Huitou again, after Mo Huitou realized his own existence, Yu Ziqing told him he's been there once before.

Now he's researched the ritual for a while, and intends to continue gathering all relevant information.

"For example, who is the Flesh Sacrificial Altar meant to worship?

And those Saints, who exactly are they?

I need to know all of this."

Mo Huitou stood on the city wall, gazing into the horizon, baffled, how in later generations these things were forgotten?

"The deity worshiped is the Sacrificial God, not among the Gods, unknown when it appeared.

The first time I heard this name was also because of those self-proclaimed Saints.

Their power came from the Sacrificial God, gaining power through rituals, blood sacrifice.

This time, they leveraged the blood sacrifice of eighty thousand giant captives, along with thirteen hundred most devoted Saints.

The power stirred was massive enough to easily flatten Yichou City.

And not just Yichou City, the dispersed power could destroy over a dozen major cities around."

"Did they succeed in their sacrifice?"

"No, at the last moment, Bai Shan sacrificed himself, sealing the ritual."

"Including those thirteen hundred Saints?"

"Including."

"Still a few days to go, tell me about the things you still remember now."

The two sat atop the city wall, sipping tea, Yu Ziqing quietly listened to Mo Huitou recount the stories and records he remembered.

Most records, Mo Huitou couldn't recall either, the only thing he fully remembered was the heritage related to the ritual.

Also the things within this seal, he remembered more clearly.

Time had been too long, Mo Huitou's original self had perished too long ago, so long that Mo Huitou's imprint within the seal persisting was due to the power of the seal itself.

Or rather, it's maintained by consuming the power of the Dadui Divine Dynasty.

The maintenance of the seal's existence, though not as consuming as the moment of sealing the disaster, still involved subsequent consumption.

Normally, it's negligible.

Time slowly passed, the giant captives subdued in the city disappeared.

The Flesh Sacrificial Altar also appeared, and those thirteen hundred Saints emerged as well.

Yu Ziqing did nothing, just watched remotely with Mo Huitou, letting the events unfold naturally.

He was too curious to see if anything different would happen next.