Fish Bone held the Crystal Ball and casually glanced at it, discovering that the runes visible through each side were different.

He had no doubts about Yu Ziqing's words, and since Yuan Chou often messed with people using tricks, he had no doubt that Yuan Chou was deceiving someone once again.

He had acquired the Crystal Ball for the Black Shadow Man, who then killed his entire family and silenced them, turning him into an Evil, unable to live or die.

If the roles were reversed, Fish Bone felt Yuan Chou's actions were completely reasonable and fitting.

Now that the Crystal Ball was handed over to him to take back to the deep sea, it was like diverting trouble to the east, also completely severing the Black Shadow Man's chances of retrieving the Crystal Ball.

Fish Bone had conveniently completed a major task.

Being able to return smoothly to the Black Ship was essential for smooth proselytizing.

Although most of the Black Ship Saints did not excel in their Realm, in the deep sea, even ordinary Ninth Tier individuals, with two or three, would be able to protect themselves and seize the opportunity to counter-kill.

Even strong Sword Cultivators like Han Dong known for their top-tier killing ability, if they weren't utterly relentless from the start, Black Ship Saints also had a chance to escape.

Given the opportunity and time, Saints would show the enemy that Realm is merely one of the factors influencing combat power, not the most important one.

Fish Bone clasped the Crystal, considering this task a trial.

Even though Yu Ziqing hadn't said anything, Fish Bone felt leading the Black Ship Saints from the wrong path to the third Saint's Road was a personal challenge.

His own will coinciding with the will of this great figure was the best thing that could happen.

There wouldn't be a moment's hesitation or delay; his resolve would be unwavering to the extreme.

After devoutly offering his prayers, Fish Bone left with his head held high, eyes burning with determination, courageously marching away.

Before leaving, Yu Ziqing gave him a pile of resources.

Watching Fish Bone's departing figure, an unsettled loafer unable to go outside approached with a smile, gazing wistfully at the distant silhouette.

"Do you think he's a fool?" Yu Ziqing suddenly asked.

"Ah?" Xi Yang was slightly taken aback, hastily shaking his head: "No, no..."

"He is not foolish at all; he is just overly dedicated to his own affairs, just like you, focused on exploration, fixated on courting death, which is often misunderstood by others."

Upon Yu Ziqing's remark, Xi Yang immediately stifled his smile, pondered for a moment, and nodded in agreement.

Yu Ziqing followed with a nod; fools cannot find the third Saint's Road nor prepare for ritual rituals ahead of time.

Fish Bone possibly had similar thoughts a long time ago, just never had the right opportunity.

Fools cannot perceive what ordinary people cannot.

Being so focused that it borders on madness leads to evolving into what others cannot achieve.

Thus, Yu Ziqing has never truly viewed himself as an object of devout worship; his desire for Fish Bone was merely aligning with Fish Bone's own ideas.

He does not want a brainless fanatic.

Fanatics, devoid of reasoning, would ultimately become extremely self-centered.

If one day, what is worshipped turns out different from their imagined notion, it would twist their intentions and thoughts, compelling them at any cost to restore the worshiped to what they deem correct.

If correction fails, ultimately, it would lead to destruction.

No matter how devout the incense offering was before, now there would be an equally fervent desire to bring about your demise.

Moreover, they wouldn't find anything wrong with this, firmly believing they are doing the right thing out of devotion.

Fanatics are too dangerous, especially when their thought processes are entirely unpredictable.

Saints, rational yet crazy, are already Yu Ziqing's limit of acceptance.

Luckily, he had long since closed the path for the hungry ghost incense to be exploited, otherwise, over time, such fanatics would likely emerge among the hungry ghosts, accounting for eighty percent.

With closed eyes, quietly sensing, the Yang God opened his eyes, vaguely aware that two people were borrowing his power.

Or rather, borrowing the power of his rank.

Just for suppression, negligible in its impact.

One was Yuan Chou, the other was Fish Bone.

But it was limited to this; he could only feel these two people, with a vague direction, the farther the distance, the blurrier the sensing.

Having become accustomed, only a rough direction and approximate distance can be discerned.

As for other impacts, it's not much.

It could be, like usual objects for borrowing strength, Yu Ziqing's sensing would enhance, but as of now, it's merely just this.

Relying on one's sensing is still not reliable, better grab a more reasonable one for interaction and try.

As he mused, the foolish dog patrolling the mountain slowly wandered over, shaking its head and chewing mouthfuls of scavenged food.

Yu Ziqing stroked his chin, observing the idiotic dog, eyes faintly brightening.

Hmm, could this foolish dog also count as some peculiar Monster?

It's hard to kill, the physical appearance externally and internally are unfathomably different, not even a proper Living Being before tribulation-crossing.

The foolish dog paused while gnawing at a large bone, noticing Yu Ziqing's eyes gleaming, discreetly turned elsewhere for its patrol, and upon reaching a distance, quickly broke into a run.

Watching the foolish dog leave, Yu Ziqing finally gave up.

The foolish dog was simply too foolish, its intelligence might grow, but until now, still not as clever as a smart dog.