Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1766 - 478: The Bloodstained Path, Collective Devilic Transformation (11k)_2

Two or three generations are enough to complete a wide-ranging ideological change.Nowadays, the thoughts of the West Qian people are no longer the same as they were decades ago.

Among them, there's something many people have long taken for granted.

The Jade Tablet.

The Jade Tablet popularized by Yu Ziqing in Dadui was distributed to various villages in the name of the court.

Nominally, it conveys fundamental cultivation knowledge and basic knowledge of various aspects.

From some small tricks of the barefoot doctor to adapting to local conditions, introducing medicines, explaining how to better farm, how to compost, and so on.

It also tells various stories for entertainment.

All these are done for the people of Dadui.

But as more Jade Tablets were distributed, they also underwent upgrades and replacements, and damage occurred.

There were many areas that could be manipulated, so naturally, many customized Jade Tablets from Dadui flowed into the nearby West Qian.

The people of West Qian, who previously didn't know much information and were confined in their existing information cocoons, could naturally endure it indifferently.

A small story considered common knowledge by a person from Dadui might cause a huge psychological shock to the people of West Qian.

For example, the first prohibition of Dadui is that no one should ever die of starvation.

Such common sense that everyone assumed to be universally known, many people in West Qian did not know.

In Dadui's current generation, they might even think that there is too much grain being grown, too much to eat, rendering it cheap, while cultivating Spiritual Medicine is more valuable.

The vast majority of people in West Qian would be shocked, thinking these are just boastful lies; could grain really be in such abundance that it can't be fully consumed?

At the beginning, they might all think this way.

But after decades, as information continued to circulate, it unconsciously completed the psychological construction in the hearts of West Qian people.

Nowadays, as Dadui begins to reclaim its lost land, the people of West Qian... no, the people of the lost lands, start to welcome the royal army with joy.

Everything happens quite naturally.

Unfortunately, many people from Daqian, and even many from Dadui, cannot see the big backdrop of decades of subtle influence.

Everyone focuses on the results.

Yu Ziqing continues eastward, entering Daqian territory like being at home, without anyone noticing him.

He gazes from afar at the camp of Daqian, where divine light circulates, various rune arrays are present, and everything is perfectly organized.

The overall morale is evidently low, and within the camp, there lurks an anxious atmosphere, illuminated by the mottled Blood Moon, making the unease very apparent.

Yu Ziqing watched from afar for less than two hours when he saw someone carrying a severed head and hanging it on a post beside the camp gate.

At dawn, he glanced from afar at the soldiers patrolling outside the camp and, for some unknown reason, they quarreled and started fighting, one of them left lying on the ground, alive or dead.

The anxiety latent within the camp of Daqian has now become more intense.

Yu Ziqing mused, perhaps he is not the only one who can feel it; those who couldn't feel this energy should now be able to detect it through various signs.

King Lian of Daqian, even with his soldiering skills, is retreating by small steps, maintaining order without causing major chaos, managing everything methodically.

Among the royal family of Daqian, he is indeed one of the elites.

Unfortunately, with Daqian facing internal and external troubles and the involvement of the Ancient God, along with the Blood Moon caused by the Cliff Divine King, it's destined that this war cannot be won.

Yu Ziqing observed for two days, feeling increasingly troubled the more he saw.

In the camp of Daqian, the overall atmosphere, in his perception, was close to the breaking point.

Generally, when it reaches such a stage, there are only two results.

Either it's a total collapse, with morale entirely shattered, and fleeing soldiers are commonplace for thousands of miles.

Or, not in silent extinction, it will erupt in silence.

Yu Ziqing looked up at the mottled Blood Moon in the sky, and it was evident that with such a presence, the latter was sure to occur.

This also means that soon a real intense face-to-face battle will emerge.

Even if King Lian had known beforehand that Dadui would reclaim the lost lands, he would still be preparing everything.

After leading troops for many years, he must be able to detect the changes in the camp, and his personality would certainly choose to erupt.

Even if he lost, he would at least gain fame in the end.

This would be more advantageous for what he intends to do next.

He has nowhere to retreat, and retreating further would mean completely giving up the fight for the throne.

Yu Ziqing calculated with his fingers, realizing that the rhythm was tightly orchestrated.

This wave, the Cliff Divine King and the Ancient Sea God, coordinated perfectly.

Almost like an open strategy, yet this makes controlling the pace even better.

The more so, the more Yu Ziqing felt, these two had major ambitions.

Within such a short time, he also couldn't find a way to reach the Bright Moon.

Even if he went to the Bright Moon, it might not necessarily solve the problem.

He traveled north across Daqian, and after crossing the Mother River that runs east to west across the north of Daqian, he sensed the distant reverberations of battle.

The army guarding the Northern Border of Daqian was battling with the West Desolate Army of Dali.

The battlefield's aura stretched over thousands of miles, not far from the Mother River.

There's no King Lian here, possibly overall inferior to the army in West Qian.

Yu Ziqing traveled north, crossing the battlefield from above, taking a glance and understanding roughly what Dali intended.

They were probably planning to charge straight to the north bank of the Mother River, to eventually draw a line to govern separately from Daqian along the river.