Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Rather than saying that Han Yu made a response, it would be more accurate to say that Pingzi caused trouble again.

Just as that finger was about to probe into Han Yu's brow, the First Prince's face turned ashen, as if he were touching a lifeless body.

There was nothing there except for the cold, lifeless atmosphere.

In reality, he couldn't find out anything, because the moment Han Yu's face froze, he had already completely stopped breathing.

As Han Yu withdrew his finger in the First Hall, gritting his teeth, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Son of a bitch……"

It's unclear who he was cursing, but the First Prince's chest heaved, clearly indicating he was extremely angry.

Han Yu is now completely dead; not only is there no trace of life in his body, but even the life force within him has vanished without a trace.

Not to mention his sea of ​​consciousness, which now seems to have been annihilated and cannot be explored at all.

Looking at the corpse at his feet, the First Hall's eyes blazed with rage, and he even considered setting it on fire.

But in the end, he could only sigh helplessly.

"Here you go bro!"

When Han Yu was momentarily distracted, he heard this sentence for the second time, and his face immediately darkened.

He then looked up at the curb at the village entrance, where the wise old man was still sitting there, looking completely idle.

"That bastard killed me?"

Han Yu's face turned ugly; he still remembered the First Hall attacking him.

"To be precise, you killed yourself."

The wise old man said with a mocking smile.

Yourself?

Han Yu was stunned for a moment, then he understood. If it wasn't the First Palace that made the move, then he probably knew who it was.

That damn bottle, it killed me again.

In addition to his anger, Han Yu also felt a sense of unease.

The bottle killed him so easily, as if there was something planted inside his body.

Could he have become a puppet?
This isn't the first time this has happened. Last time, when his physical body ascended to the divine platform, he was killed without a word.

"Are you in the same group?"

Han Yu looked up and glared at the wise old man, he simply didn't believe that they weren't in cahoots.

What a coincidence! The one on the other side of the bottle killed him, and the wise man on the other side was already waiting for him.

"No, we're in cahoots."

The wise old man corrected Han Yu's choice of words, and said with a serious expression.

Han Yu's face darkened. Who the hell is on your side? You're always trying to kill people.

He was very bothered by this situation where life and death were out of his control, especially when it was so easy for others to control his life and death.

They even started to feel somewhat wary of the bottle.

He was weak before, but now, although he is no match for those old monsters, it is no exaggeration to call him a strongman.

The bottle can still kill him silently.

"Don't misunderstand, you're being spied on. This is to save your life."

The wise man sighed slowly.

"Anyone who wants to save my life has to kill me first."

Han Yu was furious and shouted.

"You can be resurrected, as long as you leave the Soul Realm and return to your physical body."

The wise old man offered a helpless explanation.

Han Yu interrupted with a cold laugh, "If one day you don't let me leave the Soul Realm, will I really die?"

The wise man's expression turned strange, and he remained silent for a long time.

Han Yu couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

"You bunch of bastards, you wouldn't actually be planning something like that, would you?!"

The wise old man remained silent for a moment, then finally couldn't help but roll his eyes at him.

"You have too much internal monologue."

"Then try getting killed at any moment and see how much inner monologue you have."

Han Yu responded with a cold laugh.

The atmosphere between the two plummeted to freezing point. Han Yu might not have been so averse to other methods, but Pingzi's actions had ultimately crossed the line.

Anyone would feel uncomfortable having their life or death controlled at any time.

"So, I really am a pawn of Heaven's will, right?"

That's the only way Han Yu could understand it.

"You are not a pawn."

The wise man's expression was complicated, and then he sighed.

Han Yu couldn't believe a single word he said. As long as the bottle was inside him, wouldn't it be able to control his life and death at will?

How is this any different from a puppet?

This was essentially a setup placed inside him, one that he couldn't refuse.

Even now, he still cannot remove the bottle from his sea of ​​consciousness.

This thing seemed to be deeply rooted in his consciousness.

The wise old man shook his head, his face more solemn than ever before, and spoke with a resounding voice.

"You are not a pawn, you are a masterpiece, a masterpiece of the Way of Heaven."

This should be the first time someone has directly confirmed that he belongs to the Heavenly Way.

Regardless of what others speculate, it is ultimately just speculation.

However, the Wise Man is different. Despite being shrouded in mystery, he still comes from the Soul Realm and seems to have some connection with the Heavenly Dao.

His words carried weight; if the Wise Old Man hadn't personally admitted it, Han Yu would have even suspected that he was the Heavenly Dao.

Even if he is not the Heavenly Dao, he must have an extremely important relationship with it.

A masterpiece, a damn masterpiece.

"Your physical body and your supernatural powers are both masterpieces of the Heavenly Dao," the Wise Old Man continued.

“Your path is a completely new path, one that has never appeared in the Central Continent before. You are the only one who can walk this path. Wouldn’t you say you are a masterpiece?”

Han Yu ignored all of this, his gaze turning slightly cold.

“I don’t care about morality or anything like that. I don’t want to be a puppet, and I don’t want to be manipulated by you.”

"When have I ever manipulated you?"

The wise old man frowned and asked him in return.

"When my fate is no longer in my own hands, then I am being manipulated."

Han Yu spoke slowly and deliberately.

This is a dead end, a dead end that can never be untied.

The wise old man sighed, as if saying anything was useless.

Suddenly, an overwhelming killing intent erupted, and Han Yu felt utterly horrified.

The old man's eyes held an indescribable coldness. "Then you should really die!"

Suddenly, a surge of energy condensed and bound him tightly. With a flick of his finger, the Wise Old Man unleashed a massive wave of killing intent that engulfed him completely…

The waves crashed against the shore!

Above the Yama Palace, there is also a river, but it is just an ordinary river. It seems to be lifted up by some kind of majestic force, standing in the void like the other buildings beside it.

The area around it consists of the Ten Great Taoist Palaces.

The palace was magnificent, yet utterly desolate.

The First Hall, with a cold face, passed by all the Taoist palaces. When he reached the river, he stopped and began to cross it step by step, as if on a pilgrimage.

This river is quite strange. It doesn't look very big, but after walking for almost half an hour, we were still in the same place.

Suddenly, a mysterious power arose, enveloping it, and the figure of the First Hall disappeared in the next moment.

In the blink of an eye, the surroundings were filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, with beautiful peaks and ever-changing clouds.

He carefully bowed and paid his respects at the First Hall.

Then a sound slowly spread through the void.

"how?"

"Nothing was gained..."

The First Hall looked helpless, feeling that not only had he gained nothing, but he had also been taken advantage of.

They've been given good fortune, but they haven't discovered anything.

"Should we kill him?"

That's what he was thinking; he couldn't let Han Yu take advantage of him for nothing.

"It seems that Heaven has become wiser and knows to hold back a trick."

In the void, the sound was neither fast nor slow, and it didn't even cause any disturbance.

"No need to kill him. You want him to cause trouble, so let him cause trouble and see how the Heavenly Dao Sect responds."

The First Hall looked conflicted. All the things mentioned earlier could only be started when they could understand Han Yu thoroughly. They hadn't even found out the basics yet, and something felt off.

"Master, won't keeping him around hinder things later?"

This is actually what the First Hall is most worried about.

However, his voice was calm and even carried a hint of laughter.

"If he can hinder us, can't he also hinder them?"

The First Hall was clearly taken aback, as if he had already grasped the meaning behind it.

"If Heaven can use this knife, so can anyone else; it all depends on how they use it."

The First Hall nodded silently before continuing with his question.

"Are we really going to supply the entire power of this small world to the sacred relic? Like this..."

If this is done, the small world of Yama's Palace will probably be basically destroyed.

It will likely degenerate from a sacred place of spiritual practice into a barren land.

"This place is ultimately too small."

That was all the voice could say in response.

However, the First Hall already understood that there was no room for maneuver in this matter.

"What should we do with that kid?"

Thinking of Han Yu's blatant attempt to stage an accident without regard for others' feelings, the First Prince's anger had not yet subsided.

You bastard, you just die like that.

They don't care about others at all.

"Throw it away!"

……

buzz~
A sudden, trembling sound arose, and the surrounding air surged, nearly blowing the entire village away.

Han Yu was terrified. This old ghost really wanted to kill him and had no intention of holding back.

What was even more surprising was that a transparent wall blocked the other party's path in front of him.

No, it's not a wall.

He was horrified to discover that he seemed to be inside something.

Looking around, I found myself surrounded by glass-like walls.

A glass bottle!
What saved him was actually the bottle.

Han Yu was speechless. This must be the first time he had seen the bottle outside his body since he offended it!

Thinking back to when he first got it, he chopped it with a knife, burned it with fire, and even threw it off a cliff before finally forcing the bottle to enter his body.

Is this guy finally willing to come out now?

Han Yu was overjoyed; it was good that they were out!

Once you're out, don't even think about going back in.

Before I could even feel happy, the world suddenly spun around me... (End of Chapter)