Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Is Heaven really that stupid?
How could you give away something so deadly?
Han Yu and Mu Zili looked at each other, thinking the same thing and asking the same question.

The old Taoist shook his head. Perhaps the original purpose of these two things was not to restrain it, but rather to assist it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have cooperated with his master and uncle.

The most likely explanation is that Heaven was too naive back then and had never experienced being deceived before.

Although it seems outrageous, the most outrageous things are often the most likely to happen.

Regarding the origins of the Heavenly Dao Sect and the Yama Palace, the Heavenly Dao conflict, and the affairs of the two supreme experts, that's all the old Taoist knows.

He had no chance to participate in any of the subsequent plans.

For him, forging his own path is far more important than any of these things.

He was unwilling to become a pawn, blindly following the path they had laid out for him.

"The Wise Old Man said that the only way to reach the Divine Realm is not necessarily through the Heavenly Dao. I want to try and see if it's true."

The old Taoist priest finally revealed the reason why he had willingly cultivated the ability to make his words come true all these years; this was the real reason why he was content to remain unknown.

Compared to the two supreme experts, the old Taoist also had the idea of ​​reaching the end of the divine path. However, there is only one path, and with the two giants blocking the way, this path is no longer viable.

That's why they say the old man's promises were incredibly grand; just that one sentence was enough to make a brilliant person willingly fade into obscurity.

At this point, the old Taoist priest had said everything he knew.

Han Yu took a deep breath, never expecting there to be so much inside information.

The origins of the Yama Palace and the Heavenly Dao Sect can be traced back to ten thousand years ago.

However, the two great figures who created the path of cultivation were the ones he was about to face, which made him feel a little uneasy.

"Scared?"

The spirit couldn't help but ask with concern.

It would be a lie to say he's not afraid; his desire to deal with the Heavenly Dao is still just a fantasy, something he enjoys in his imagination.

They already mastered it ten thousand years ago, and they could even deal with the Heavenly Dao, so why would they need to deal with themselves...

I doubt I'm even worthy of their help.

This job is really tough; that bastard Zhi Sou is such a rip-off.

Heaven has abandoned all principles, yet it still drags me into doing this kind of work.

"The situation in Central Continent is not as optimistic as you think. Even if you escape to the Endless Sea, once the two sides decide the winner, you will still be finished."

The old Taoist shook his head. No matter how good Mu Zili's suggestion was, it was useless.

The reason why the cultivators of Central Continent have been able to hold on until now is only because the time has not yet come. Once the time comes, these cultivators will probably all have to be sacrificed.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist felt a pang of sympathy, estimating that in the end, his family would also have to be sacrificed.

"Could Heaven have another trick up its sleeve?"

As Mu Zili spoke, she couldn't help but glance at Han Yu, wondering if, if anything, it was on Han Yu.

At the same time, the old Taoist priest also looked over.

Whether Zhongzhou can break the deadlock might really depend on this kid.

The old Taoist was quite straightforward and asked directly, "Even if I don't want to be with you now, the third and fourth brothers won't believe me, and that one probably won't either. Tell me honestly, do you still have any tricks up your sleeve?"

"At the very least, you have to be able to beat my four cheap senior brothers, and those guys from the Yama Palace first."

At least it will give Central Continent a chance to catch its breath.

Han Yu hesitated for a moment. He definitely couldn't talk about the bottle; it was his last trump card.

Although he still didn't know what the bottle was for, that very lack of knowledge made it all the more important to keep it a secret. Furthermore, the fog itself was provided by the bottle; such a method of concealment was simply outrageous, leading Han Yu to believe that the bottle was far from being a simple entity.

The two could see the hesitation on Han Yu's face, and they secretly breathed a sigh of relief; that meant he had it.

Mu Zili pondered for a moment, then said in a slightly more tactful manner than the old Taoist, "Then let's change the question. Just tell me if you can still improve your strength as quickly as before."

That's an easy answer. Several people in Zhongzhou already know about it, and even those who don't know can guess some of it, but everyone just keeps it to themselves.

After pondering for a moment, Han Yu slowly spoke.

"If I say I need a lot of luck, do you have any way to do that? If you do, I can knock those guys' heads off."

Those few naturally refer to Di Liuxin and his group.

The two looked at each other, their expressions shifting from hesitation to surprise, then disbelief, and finally to a complex mix of emotions.

They naturally understood what he meant: this guy could increase his strength by relying on luck!
The old Taoist's eyes widened instantly. He said he wasn't a member of the Heavenly Dao, yet he cheated using this method. Besides, the Heavenly Dao Sect and the Yama Palace can't use Qi Luck, but you've come up with a guy who can feed on Qi Luck.

Besides cheating, it's disgusting to both sides.

The old Taoist priest was thinking this with malicious intent. Of course, whether he guessed correctly was unknown, but this method of improving strength was definitely a breakthrough in the cultivation world.

In contrast, Mu Zili was more receptive than the old Taoist. His first thought was not about Han Yu's method of improving his strength, but about the essence of improving strength.

In other words, how much exactly is "a lot"? He subconsciously asked, "A lot? Can you give me a specific number?"

How can I be more specific?

Han Yu couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Who knows how much the bottle will actually swallow this time?"

The previous few thousand units of luck were like a drizzle; I really don't know how many times it will multiply this time.

So he could only tentatively ask, "A lot means the more the better, with no upper limit."

Mu Zili shook his head helplessly upon hearing this. This request was too outrageous. He knew that he had to be very careful when giving away two hundred Dao Seeking Stones back then, let alone now. It seemed that he could not give them to him anymore.

He could only look helplessly at the old Taoist priest, who turned his head away and said, "Don't look at me. The Dao Inquiry Stone only exists in the Small World. I can't risk my life to go back and steal it, can I?"

"There's really nothing we can do about this," Mu Zili frowned and tried asking.

"If I give you some time, do you have a way to improve your skills through self-cultivation?"

To everyone's surprise, Han Yu shook his head and said bluntly, "I can only use this kind."

In this matter, Mu Zili seemed to have found a sense of superiority, but he couldn't be happy.

He could catch up with his talent over time, but that would take too long.

Although Han Yu cannot catch up with time, he can make up for it with luck, but unfortunately he has no luck.

This seems to have reached a stalemate.

"Do you think the Yama Palace might be like you... like the Heavenly Dao Sect, where the Qi (luck/fortune) can't be concentrated within the cultivator's body and instead attaches to external objects?"

Han Yu suddenly asked.

The old Taoist priest was certainly an authority in this matter, and after a moment's thought, he nodded confidently.

"As punishment from the Heavenly Dao, the lesser cultivators over there will certainly be unable to possess any fortune, so their situation will probably be similar to that of the Heavenly Dao Sect. You wouldn't happen to be thinking of taking over the Yama Palace, would you?"

The old Taoist priest spoke up in surprise.

That's pretty outrageous. The King of Hell is after you, and you're after someone else.

"I just had an idea, but I haven't figured out anything else yet."

That's what he said, but Han Yu suddenly remembered someone.

His soul will not return!
This guy's willing to betray anything; maybe we should find a chance to get in touch? (End of Chapter)