Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Inside the ten-foot-deep glass bottle, Han Yu stumbled and staggered around like a moth drawn to a flame.

The glass bottle wobbled and flew up, crashing down on the wise old man's head.

The wise old man's expression changed, and he quickly reached out to lift it up, creating a barrier that sparked a huge collision in mid-air.

The noises around them grew increasingly outrageous. It seemed that both the person and the bottle shared a consensus: they were unwilling to destroy the Soul Realm. As a result, the two sides fought higher and higher, eventually reaching the highest heavens.

Han Yu remained trapped inside the bottle, watching the battle between the two in horror.

The wise old man himself showed no trace of power, yet every gesture he made was full of various countermeasures.

With a wave of his hand, a vast and boundless force surged forth, crashing against the outside of the bottle and causing a continuous roar.

The solution to the glass bottle was equally simple. From Han Yu's perspective, it boiled down to one word: smash!

Such a simple method, yet it forced the wise old man to retreat continuously.

bump!
A deafening roar shook the entire void, and the barrier shattered the next moment.

bump!
With a deafening roar, the old man's power was shattered by the bottle.

bump!
With a muffled thud, the wise old man flew backward out of sight.

Han Yu was horrified, unable to fathom the force behind the bottle's strike.

A moment later, when the wise old man returned in a disheveled state, he was about to smash the bottle again. But this time, the wise old man had lost all his murderous aura and was waving his hands helplessly.

"I didn't really mean to kill him!"

But the bottle seemed unwilling to listen to the other party's explanation and continued its relentless attack.

As the wise old man suffered repeated blows, the bottle seemed intent on toying with him, flashing back and forth repeatedly, treating him like a punching bag and whipping him back and forth.

It's hard to imagine that the wise old man, who has always been seen as a wise man, would be in such a sorry state now.

Throughout this process, the wise man continued to offer explanations.

"Can't you be reasonable? How could I possibly want to kill him?"

"I'm trying to explain it to you."

"Do you even understand human language? Oh! You're not human... Ouch!"

"If you keep hitting me, I'll lose my temper."

It seemed that the wise old man's last words had an effect, and the glass bottle finally stopped moving and slowly landed.

The wise old man followed, his hair disheveled, and then awkwardly transformed himself before returning to his original appearance, though his eyes occasionally glanced around with a hint of resentment.

"Why aren't you leaving? What are you still doing here?"

He urged him on, and the bottle shook slightly, seemingly threatening him, which made the wise man shake his head.

“I told you, I only wanted to force you out; I didn’t really intend to kill him.”

As if he had received repeated assurances from the wise old man, the bottle in front of Han Yu suddenly disappeared, just like in a dream, coming silently and leaving just as mysteriously.

The scene became awkward, with Han Yu staring at the other person with a suspicious look.

"Don't look at me. I did try to kill you, but I just wanted to show you that it can't kill you."

The wise old man rolled his eyes at Han Yu, pretended to support his back, sat on the curb looking tired, stretched, and continued to explain.

"I've already said it, you are the most outstanding creation of the Heavenly Dao. We will not harm you, not even the bottle inside you. You saw it too, if you had died just now, it would have gone absolutely mad!"

Han Yu was hardly convinced, fearing that the two were putting on a show.

He's faced so many difficulties, and on which occasion has the bottle come to his rescue?

He had just seen it too; although the bottle was only smashed, it almost destroyed the wise old man.

He had no doubt that its power was enough to kill Di Liuxin and the others instantly.

If it were truly willing to take action, why hasn't it done so even once?

If it were really afraid of dying, wouldn't it have been better to come out earlier?

The wise old man seemed to be able to guess what Han Yu was thinking, and sighed helplessly.

"Have you ever considered that it can't manifest in the mortal world either, and can only bully lonely old people in the soul realm?"

A wise old man? A lonely old man?

It's really hard to put those two words together and apply them to this guy.

However, he seized upon a fatal flaw in the other person's words.

"Bullshit, when this thing first appeared, it almost killed me, and I even carried it with me for several days before I hid inside."

The wise old man smiled enigmatically, answering a question that seemed unrelated: "Then what about your Hexi Chop? Was anyone able to see it at the beginning?"

Han Yu was immediately taken aback. What did this have to do with He Xizhan?
"It is related to nature. Before your Hexi Slash was stimulated by the rules of the third brother of the Heavenly Dao Sect, it was in a dormant state and could not be considered to have appeared in the world. How can something that has never appeared in the world have any power?"

The wise old man spoke meaningfully, seemingly explaining the severing of the river west, or perhaps alluding to the bottle.

The bottle's situation in Zhongzhou is somewhat similar to that in Hexi; although it exists, it cannot manifest itself.

Just like the initial Hexi Slash, the power it could unleash was pitifully small.

Han Yu was stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly became extremely strange.

If you only mention He Xizhan, he might not make any connections, but if you include the bottle in the conversation...

A sudden inspiration struck him, and two things came to mind.

Millstone, Milky Way!
The millstone wanted to enter the Central Continent, so the Yama Palace nourished it with souls.

Tianhe wanted to enter Zhongzhou, so Tiandao Sect nourished it with life force.

So, the bottle, which always needs the nourishment of luck...

"Could this thing also be something of the Heavenly Dao?"

Although Han Yu was asking, he already had the answer in his heart.

Although the wise man did not answer, his expression had already given the answer.

Damn it, they still use their entire power to nurture something.

That bastard Tiandao actually thought he could rely on me alone to nourish him.

Han Yu suddenly became angry for no reason, especially when he thought about his identity as the agent of the Heavenly Dao. At this moment, it was truly confirmed that he was shamelessly cleaning up the mess for the Heavenly Dao.

He does all sorts of dirty and tiring work for the Heavenly Dao.

The wise old man smiled, which was noticed by Han Yu, instantly giving him an outlet for his frustration.

"So you old bastard, you were deliberately setting me up all along?"

The wise man shook his head and spoke in a corrective tone.

"You're wrong. When you were hit by it but didn't die, you were already acting as a proxy for the Heavenly Dao."

"Whether I made all living beings beg you or not, you can't escape what you're supposed to do. I'm not willing to take the blame for this. If you have the chance later, go and reason with the Heavenly Dao." Han Yu was speechless. The Heavenly Dao had disappeared. Who could he reason with?

Closer to home.

The wise man changed his expression and became serious. "So remember, we won't really kill you, and neither will it. If you don't die over there, you'll never be able to hide what you have."

The truth is this.

But Han Yu's face remained dark, and he continued to sneer, "If they can't detect me, do you think they'll just burn me down?"

If it were him, who the hell would dare to stage an accident like that? He'd be cremated without a second thought!
“He is different. He can guess that the luck will be useful to you, and He also hides half of the luck, so He will naturally let you make use of your value.”

Han Yu can't stand the idea of ​​"playing a role" right now, because the thought of it always reminds him of a troublemaker.

That's how the First Hall of the Gods was described.

The wise old man gazed into the distance and said leisurely, "He's probably waiting for you to cause some trouble for the enemy!"

Han Yu remembered the deal in the First Hall, which was to stir up trouble with the Heavenly Dao Sect.

The wise old man happened to be there, so he told him everything in detail.

"Without life and soul, how can they send the two Heavenly Dao artifacts into the Central Continent?"

This was his biggest question.

"It's simple, sacrificing one's own little world is always an option."

The wise old man uttered a startling statement.

"It is the most refined and concentrated place in the Central Continent. It is no mistake to say that it is a place favored by the Heavenly Dao. It is indeed enough to revive two Heavenly Dao artifacts, but the price is too high."

"Those two places might be even poorer than Central Continent by then."

Han Yu wasn't interested in the life or death of the two small worlds at all. What he was more concerned about now was what would happen if these two things entered the Central Continent.
"Since it's something that can suppress the Heavenly Dao, what do you think will happen?"

The wise man did not answer but asked a question in return.

Han Yu already understood that they were probably aiming for the Heavenly Dao.

But hasn't the Heavenly Dao disappeared?
Could it be that in the end, Heaven will become like a coward and dare not show itself?
What the hell is going to do about Central Continent?
"Central Continent is counting on you."

The wise old man suddenly sighed, put his hand on Han Yu's shoulder, and gave him a sudden push.

Another dizzying sensation...

……

Western Camp.

Hun Bugui and Shi Xiu once again got together.

These past few days, the entire western region has been eerily quiet, as if a storm is brewing.

Jiuyou and Wujiu hadn't stepped out of the Dao Palace for quite some time, and now they were in charge of things outside again.

It wasn't exactly a decision made on his own; before Wujiu even stepped into the Dao Palace, he had already given the order that no one was allowed to step out of the Western Territory.

"What should we do?"

Shi Xiu was somewhat apprehensive; the oppressive atmosphere made her feel as if something bad was about to happen at any moment.

Especially those two who were labeled as cannon fodder, they would definitely be among the first to perish when something happened.

Hun Bugui rolled his eyes at the other person and pouted, "What can we do! Just wait!"

He's not the kind of person who would cause trouble for himself before anything even happens.

Shi Xiu glanced around somewhat furtively, then suddenly spoke in a low voice, "I heard that a junior elder from the Heavenly Dao Sect has defected. Should we..."

This was truly the first time Shi Xiu had ever harbored rebellious thoughts. There was no other reason than that she had been used as cannon fodder several times in a row, and she, as the master of the Fifth Palace, truly had no sense of security whatsoever.

"Ha! Women, when they feel insecure, all they want to do is run away."

Hun Bugui laughed mockingly.

Shi Xiu was slightly angry. "Don't you want to escape?"

Soul-Bound also wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to escape to.

He had also heard about Mu Zili's situation, and could only say that both sides were the same.

Therefore, he dared not even think about going to the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Could it be that we're going to Middle-earth?

It seems unlikely; they are mortal enemies in Zhongzhou!

Although he didn't do it, he comes from the Underworld, so he can't escape responsibility!

Especially since he was at the bottom of the list, he did all the dirty and hard work. In fact, all the orders for the Central Continent went through him.

If we really want to settle scores, he'll be the first to die.

Even disregarding the financial implications, the Central Continent is like a pit of fire right now; anyone considering jumping in should think twice before thinking about whether it will lead to an even quicker death.

"The Heavenly Dao Sect is no good, and the Central Continent is a living hell!"

He couldn't help but sigh.

"No, you can't even jump if you want to."

Shi Xiu's reminder was particularly poignant.

Even if Zhongzhou is this weak, it's not like they absolutely need them; at least they can't get past Han Yu.

"Next time...why don't you try asking?"

Shi Xiu spoke cautiously, looking guilty as if he was afraid that the two from the Dao Palace would overhear him.

"When is next time? That guy is unpredictable; nobody knows when he'll be back..."

Hun Bugui rolled his eyes and spoke irritably, but halfway through his sentence, he suddenly looked up.

The millstone's phantom image flashed by, as if something had been thrown out of it. The hand that threw the object seemed to be carrying some kind of emotion, and after forcefully tossing it to the ground, it disappeared without a trace.

First Palace Master?

The two men looked terrified, and before they could even bow down, their figures had already vanished.

"That thing that was thrown out looked like a person?"

Shi Xiu's eyebrows suddenly twitched, and he couldn't help but speak.

Then she was surprised again, because the face seemed familiar.

"Is that Han Yu?"

It was indeed Han Yu. At this moment, he fell straight down without making a sound. It seemed that the First Palace did it on purpose, deliberately dropping him face down with great force.

So, in the blink of an eye, a loud noise suddenly rang out, and Han Yu slammed face-first into the ground... (End of this chapter)