I'll figure it out later.

He took out the authentic sixty-four-sided crystal, fiddled with it for a moment, and then put it away.

He couldn't understand the divination, and even if he could, it would still be troublesome. Fake ones were more convenient.

The most important thing was that Yu Ziqing believed that the moment he looked at it, even if he didn't understand, the act of looking itself was an influence.

After thinking it over, Yu Ziqing calculated the time. Old Yang shouldn't be that busy anymore, right?

He entered the Seventh Floor ring and summoned Old Yang.

Soon after, Old Yang came up, his steps hurried, but he wasn't as irritable as before, almost slamming the door.

"Just say what's on your mind. Don't beat around the bush."

"Name usurpation, have you heard of it?

Someone or something wants to usurp silly Gege's name—not Wu Shuangge, but the name of the Feces Feeding Ghost.

It's said that if successful, everything will be gradually taken away.

This time, the other party tried to snatch it openly but was devoured instead."

"Hmm?" Old Yang frowned, then quickly calmed down: "I've never heard of it, nor seen any related records. What's going on?"

"Half Skull is a newly appeared starving ghost, once a deity not included among the Gods. He was tormented miserably, and in the end, he starved... "

Yu Ziqing explained, detailing everything.

Old Yang sized up Yu Ziqing, wondering how so much had happened while he was secluded for a few years?

"You dare to take in even such a thing?"

"I was purely acting out of goodwill."

"Hahaha, nonsense! Do you even believe that lie?" Old Yang couldn't help but sneer. However, after speaking, his laughter suddenly ceased, and he stared wordlessly at Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing felt a bit unnerved under the gaze and sighed.

"Alright, alright, it has nothing to do with my goodwill. But, no matter who it is, I wouldn't stop a starving ghost from turning into a hungry ghost."

Once he said this, Old Yang's mouth dropped open.

"My God, what have you been through all these years?"

"Nothing, haven't I told you everything?"

"When did you practice the True Word Treasure Technique and reach the Seventh Layer?"

"No, I haven't even seen the True... uh..."

Yu Ziqing was suddenly startled, looking around, almost jumping up.

Only then did he realize he was in the Seventh Floor, a place fixed with the seven-layered True Word Treasure Technique, where he couldn't just blurt things out.

The light shone in Old Yang's eyes, staring at Yu Ziqing.

"I know you certainly couldn't have mastered the True Word Treasure Technique, let alone reached the Seventh Layer, the highest realm.

What exactly did you go through?

I can't even resist the power here. For example, I'm you... "

Old Yang's voice abruptly stopped, clearly unable to speak further.

Yu Ziqing blinked, tentatively speaking in a low voice.

"I'm your dad."

Yu Ziqing glanced around.

"It's broken; my Seventh Floor ring must be faulty."

"Don't talk nonsense with me; I know you don't even know why you can do it. Quickly tell me everything you've experienced these years. What did you do?"

Old Yang was somewhat impatient, his eyes glinting with a terrifying light, as if he wanted to dissect Yu Ziqing.

"Actually, I'm a woman." Yu Ziqing tried again and said it smoothly.

He was confused.

Of course, he knew that his Seventh Floor ring was broken, but it wouldn't affect here.

The problem lay within himself, yet he couldn't understand why.

In fact, if Old Yang hadn't noticed the issue, he wouldn't have felt anything amiss himself.

He explained in detail to Old Yang what he had been doing all these years, and Old Yang listened without gaining any insight either.

"I need to go into seclusion for a while and won't contact the outside world. I'll discuss it once I'm through, which might not be a bad thing, but you'd better not use this power again."

Old Yang repeated his advice several times, and after Yu Ziqing left, he wandered around the Seventh Floor several times.

After confirming there was no problem with the Seventh Floor, he left baffled.

The secret chamber they were researching was about to be completed, and he was genuinely unable to spare the effort to study this now.

For now, he would just put the True Word Treasure Technique of the Seventh Floor on the research agenda and address it later.

Yu Ziqing opened his eyes, puzzled.

He was also recalling when and what had influenced this.

...

In the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, after the Black Shadow Man finished reciting the sacrificial text, the incense fire bridge constructed there was still missing three.

Apart from the Evil Ghost and the Feces Feeding Ghost, there was another even sillier, utterly reckless guy who dared to use the hungry ghost...

The Black Shadow Man felt sorry for the other two.

As a result, not only was the little black obliterated on the spot, but the small pillars on the incense fire bridge also exploded.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, the entire bridge might have been blown up, and he might have been blown up with it, dying without leaving a trace.

He had completely abandoned the idea of constructing a complete incense fire bridge.

With such incredibly foolish and reckless little black around, surviving felt like a stroke of luck.

The Black Shadow Man waited quietly as the incense fire bridge extended into the depths of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, ending where it connected with the mud.

Beneath the mud, it churned violently, as if more than one entity wanted to ascend this incense fire bridge, the ladder to heavens.

The intense competition made the depths of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World bubble continuously, the entire muddy sea seeming to boil.

Not long after, a mass of swirling black energy climbed onto the incense fire bridge, surging towards the other end.

In the eyes of the Black Shadow Man, there was anticipation; Next was smoothing out the road to the Tenth Tier, waiting for it to open.

The mass of black energy rolled forward, arriving before the magic platform, encapsulating the crystal ball, yet not retreating.

Instead, it continued to extend, directly enveloping the Black Shadow Man within it.

The power within the Black Shadow Man surged forth, the same root and origin of power, which at this moment, instead of obstructing, seemed to be cheering in welcome.

The Black Shadow Man's consciousness was falling, gradually becoming void, as he heard a voice.

"Accept your sacrifice, and your wish shall be fulfilled, achieving the Tenth Tier."