Waymark and Job Transfer Token

When she took that step and transformed into a hungry ghost, she understood many things.

Why this small piece of beef jerky, why it could reach her in the Abyss of Despair, why it could remain there.

Because at that time, Yu Ziqing was already very sure that the beef jerky in his hand could definitely break the rules of the Abyss of Despair, and could definitely reach her.

At that time, Yu Ziqing knew that this thing would definitely be able to pull her out of the Abyss of Despair one day in the future. What he gave her then was a baseline hope, although under normal circumstances, she might never wait for that day.

This was something personally bestowed by the King of Hungry Ghosts, called a job transfer token. As long as she was willing, no one could stop her from completing the transfer, but she was unwilling to use it now.

Because this thing was a waymark for the King of Hungry Ghosts, who had no consciousness or self, to return from the void.

Similarly, this was also a waymark for Yu Ziqing's return, before the King of Hungry Ghosts, through continuous advancement, had completely reached the pinnacle and everything had ended.

She had personally watched the Jinlan Mine fall into the void. At that time, she thought Yu Ziqing would die sooner or later. She had lived in the village before and knew clearly that the resources within a mere mining island could not possibly support it for too long.

Now she completely understood everything, and also understood what she should do.

Because only she, before transforming into a hungry ghost, had always possessed a self, her own reason, her own emotions.

Precisely because she had everything and was sufficiently clear-headed, she could reach the most painful state in the Abyss of Despair, forever being tormented.

As for the other hungry ghosts, they were all transformed from starving ghosts. Before they transformed into hungry ghosts, they had already been tormented to madness by eternal hunger, losing their selves.

Even if those hungry ghosts possessed waymarks, they would not understand what they should do.

Cècè understood very well that Yu Ziqing's desperate gamble, his direct overturning of the table, his fight for survival, and his return as the King of Hungry Ghosts did not mean he had completely lost his sanity.

He did not intend for the King of Hungry Ghosts to completely lose control, nor did he truly want the King of Hungry Ghosts to grow mad enough to destroy this world.

She had watched Yu Ziqing and the villagers practice Body Refining in the Abyss of Despair, and had also heard their laughter and scolding. She believed that Yu Ziqing definitely knew that when the King of Hungry Ghosts grew to its limit, the village would also be destroyed by that irrational, self-less King of Hungry Ghosts.

Because she was here, the waymark had already been delivered into her hands.

Yu Ziqing also believed that the moment she walked out of the Abyss of Despair, she would naturally take this step.

When she took this step, she would naturally understand all of this.

She had not failed Yu Ziqing's trust. Now, she was going to welcome her true king's return.

Calculating the time, it had only been a little over ten days, less than eleven days, since Yu Ziqing started starving and transformed into the King of Hungry Ghosts, based on what she saw before entering.

Yu Ziqing had entrusted her to handle this, giving her his complete trust. Therefore, she had to think more, think about how to resolve subsequent issues, how to resolve things perfectly.

She sensed that in Da Zhen, Da Li, and Da Gan, true powerhouses were already rushing over.

If Yu Ziqing were to return now and the King of Hungry Ghosts were to dissipate, then after those true powerhouses arrived, they would likely flatten this place directly, destroying everything. Even if it wasn't destroyed, this place would become a place of conflict, never knowing peace.

They would likely try every means to occupy this place, ensuring nothing escaped their control.

So, there was only one way now: let the King of Hungry Ghosts continue to grow, beat down all the powerhouses rushing over, and after hurting them badly, let the King of Hungry Ghosts dissipate.

One doesn't know pain until they've been beaten.

As for whether the King of Hungry Ghosts could beat down the arriving powerhouses, Cècè had never worried about it. Because it was almost the eleventh day, and if it didn't work, she would just wait another day. Anyway, in the King of Hungry Ghosts' current state, no one could kill it in such a short time.

In fact, perhaps no one even knew how to kill it.

To take a step back, they would just continue waiting until the twelfth day arrived. No matter who came, they would be utterly crushed.

Only by making them believe that the King of Hungry Ghosts had merely fallen into dormancy here, and that anyone who dared to pressure it again, anyone who dared to cause trouble, would eventually awaken the King of Hungry Ghosts again.

Only in this way would this place regain its peace.

Because they did not face the same desperate situation as Yu Ziqing, nor did they have Yu Ziqing's courage to stake everything on a single throw. They would not take risks, nor would they dare to take risks.

In fact, if anyone wanted to take a risk, they would likely beat that person to death first, to avoid implicating themselves.

Everything they did was ultimately for their own benefit, for the pursuit of immortality. None of them wanted to flip everyone's table and starve together.

Cècè held the waymark in her hands, quietly waiting for those people to arrive.

To get beaten.

Just thinking about it made her want to laugh, but unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to see the scene of those high-and-mighty figures getting beaten.

After thinking for a moment, Cècè sighed.

What a pity.

The aura of the King of Hungry Ghosts continued to strengthen. Since entering the Wasteland, its aura had been increasing several times faster than when it was in the void.

From the north, east, and southeast, streams of escape lights were rapidly approaching.

In the northern sky, leaden clouds piled up, and a bolt of lightning shuttled through the dark clouds, rapidly approaching the Wasteland from the distant horizon.

Upon reaching the Wasteland, the lightning transformed into a robust man in white robes. He reached out and grabbed, and a stream of lightning like a great river surged down from the clouds. One was grasped in his hand, while the other remained in the black clouds.

He stood in mid-air, as if holding a thousand miles of lightning in his hand.

The eastern horizon was like a sky ablaze with fire clouds. A great fire, like the sun rising, swept from the east towards this direction.

The firelight condensed in mid-air, transforming into a woman in a phoenix robe, adorned with elaborate headdresses. She floated in mid-air, the firelight behind her transforming into a giant Vermilion Bird with wings spanning a thousand zhang, its cries echoing as it closely protected the woman in palace attire.

From the southeast, colorful auspicious clouds left a long trail on the horizon. A golden bridge spanned the sky from the southeast.

Upon the golden bridge stood an old man with white hair and beard, dressed in ordinary scholar's robes, his hands behind his back.

The three of them gazed from afar at the King of Hungry Ghosts, which stood ten thousand zhang tall, its aura still climbing. All three wore solemn expressions.

The moment they saw the King of Hungry Ghosts, the words "hungry ghost" flashed in their minds.

From its birth, it had etched its clan name into the heavens and earth. Anyone who saw it would know this was no ordinary anomalous being.

Furthermore, its aura was stronger than theirs. Even more preposterous, it was continuously growing stronger.

After just one glance, the old man on the golden bridge spoke.

"Tell everyone behind us not to come and die."

The old man waved his hand, and a stream of light flew back along the golden bridge. The others from Da Gan who had rushed over were stopped. Otherwise, they would have entered the Wasteland's territory.

The other two, upon seeing the King of Hungry Ghosts, also silently took the same action.

The King of Hungry Ghosts had emerged, causing the nation- trấn giữ artifact to tremble and warn them that something terrifying enough to threaten them had appeared. Upon sensing this massive change in the Wasteland, they had immediately brought the nation- trấn giữ artifact to the Wasteland.

And now, they saw that the nation- trấn giữ artifact was actually being subtly suppressed by the opponent's pressure.

"We can't wait any longer. If we wait, who knows how strong this King of Hungry Ghosts will become," the burly man from the north, who wielded lightning, could no longer hold back.

He gripped the lightning, let out a roar, and the lead clouds behind him erupted with lightning. All the lightning within the dark clouds stretching for a thousand li converged towards his hand. The flashing lightning grew increasingly blinding, and the sound of thunder transformed into a long, piercing shriek.

The people of Da Zhen made their move, and the woman from Da Li and the old man from Da Gan also acted in unison.

The Vermilion Bird soared into the sky. After spreading its wings, it flapped them, and the sky-filling clouds converged onto its wings. The ensuing flames seemed like a pair of ten thousand zhang wings, distorting and changing the color of the sky.

The old man from Da Gan reached out and grabbed the air. The golden bridge beneath him transformed into a ruler, which the old man threw out. At the same time, he let out a loud shout.

"Punish!"

The ruler descended from the sky, transforming into a golden bridge that pierced through heaven and earth, heading straight for the King of Hungry Ghosts' head.

Around the King of Hungry Ghosts, surging waves of black oil surged skyward, transforming into a giant claw that reached for the blinding lightning.

However, the lightning, which was only a hundred zhang long, directly pierced the giant claw and headed straight for the King of Hungry Ghosts' head.

The King of Hungry Ghosts did not dodge. It slightly opened its mouth and then snapped it shut. Countless sharp, interlocking teeth bit down on the flashing lightning.

With a crack, the lightning was snapped in two, shattering into a great river of lightning.

The river of lightning washed over its body, agitating the black oil that formed the King of Hungry Ghosts' body. But immediately after, those lightning bolts were forcibly twisted by the terrifying distortion power, crushed into nothingness.

Only two streaks of lightning returned to the burly man's hand.

The burly man's face was ashen, his vitality plummeted, and a purple magic treasure shaped like lightning appeared in his hand. Unfortunately, it was now broken into two pieces.

The Vermilion Bird flying from the east appeared to cover the sky and earth, its momentum the most immense. However, it was caught by its wings by two illusory giant claws, as if it were a chick.

The Vermilion Bird let out an enraged cry and spewed a ball of golden flame from its mouth. The King of Hungry Ghosts glared, and blood-red flames erupted from its eyes like a waterfall, instantly extinguishing the small golden flame spewed by the Vermilion Bird.

The blood-red flames ignited the Vermilion Bird, causing it to cry out in agony.

The woman in the phoenix robe simultaneously grunted, formed a hand seal, and a rune appeared between her eyebrows. The Vermilion Bird turned to ash and dissipated from the King of Hungry Ghosts' grasp.

Countless ashes converged in front of the woman, transforming into flames. A Vermilion Bird the size of a hen reappeared in the flames. It floated there, listless, with most of its feathers gone, resembling an old hen that had been half-plucked after being slaughtered.

The moment the golden bridge thrown by the old man descended, countless chanting voices transformed into a massive will that shook heaven and earth. Before the force arrived, this will had already reached its destination.

The King of Hungry Ghosts' body froze. It looked up, and its blood-red eyes, formed of flames, met theirs with endless pain and despair.

With just a single glance, the unwavering conviction and the voices of countless people came to an abrupt halt, and the golden bridge shattered.

The old man reached out and grabbed the air, holding a broken ruler in his hand. His face was filled with pain, as if his primordial spirit were burning. Heart demons grew, and his Dao heart wavered. With just one glance, he had seen the endless suffering and despair in the world. Another glance, and his consciousness would likely be completely submerged.

Deep underground.

Cècè held the waymark, closed her eyes, and sensed quietly. After a long while, she bowed and gently placed the waymark into Yu Ziqing's hand.

She had not failed Yu Ziqing's expectations; she had even far exceeded them. Now, she waited for her true king to return.

Thanks to Zhao Xuezheng for the 11,500 coin tip, thanks to Bai Gou Guoxi for the 10,000 coin tip, and thanks to everyone for your generous support.