Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

It originated from the descending Milky Way, and after striking the old Taoist beside him, it caused a strange spatial distortion, instantly stunning him. The next moment, his expression changed drastically in horror.

He made his move!

The old Taoist was absolutely certain, simply because he was certain that Wuxian, that good-for-nothing, could never do these things.

Only He could intervene.

The old Taoist priest smiled wryly, but his hands never let go. "You...you are indeed me?"

But after he finished speaking, no other sound came from Tianhe River except for the surging river.

Just when the old Taoist thought it was an illusion, suddenly, the entire Milky Way poured down as if a dam had burst. The spirit beside him turned extremely ugly. The Milky Way had really come down!
The old Taoist priest also looked grim; he had truly made his move.

Or rather, He didn't need to personally intervene; He only needed to make all of this happen.

This vast river was exactly the same as the one I had seen in the small world before. Huge tributaries surrounded the stone platform and floated in the sky. At this moment, all the tribulation lightning from all around suddenly surged over it.

Unfortunately, no matter how powerful the thunder was, it vanished into nothingness in the Milky Way like stones sinking into the sea, without even making a ripple.

The spirit stared blankly upwards until a roar suddenly came from the Milky Way, at which point it finally snapped out of its daze.

A wave splashed, and the artifact spirit was hit head-on, sent flying. Its spiritual form even became erratic.

It dared not linger and quickly swooped down to escape the Tianhe area.

The old Taoist priest, however, remained motionless, equally stunned.

Because a finger appeared in the Milky Way, an enormous finger.

When the old Taoist priest looked at that finger, his back was covered in cold sweat.

There was no other reason than the aura emanating from it was enough to make his hands and feet feel cold.

Almost without saying a word, the finger simply pointed silently at the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest looked bitter; it seemed this was directed at him.

The scene was just like it was thousands of years ago, when he was incredibly talented. However, after his trip to the Central Continent, his state of mind underwent a change.

He faced Him in the same way and expressed his desire to make his words become law.

He made no response, simply knocking him down to the bottom of the small world and leaving the old Taoist to fend for himself.

The scene now seems familiar, with everyone silently facing each other again.

Upon seeing the fingers, Di Liuxin's face lit up with joy, and she hurriedly exclaimed, "Teacher, Fifth Brother is colluding with the Heavenly Dao!"

A huge basin of dirty water was poured on the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist's expression changed, but he didn't try to argue. Instead, he looked at Di Liuxin as if she were a fool.

"Fourth brother, you still don't have a brain."

Before Him, who can truly hide anything?

Just as he had met the Wise Man, He knew the same thing.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning that had just appeared was condensed again, and it resounded like the sound of heaven and earth in the Milky Way.

"For thousands of years, I have given you enough time. If you follow my path, you will abolish the doctrine of words becoming law. If you do not follow my path, you will abolish your cultivation."

The voice was utterly cold, offering two choices directly.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people below varied.

Di Liuxin and the others had complicated expressions, feeling that this punishment was ultimately too lenient, and that neither punishment seemed to be a loss for the old Taoist.

If the principle of "words become law" is abolished, this bastard will probably be able to climb over them again in less than a thousand years.

Even if the old Taoist priest chose the second option while he was dizzy, it would only ruin his cultivation, not take his life.

unfair!
The group sighed inwardly; the difference in treatment seemed too great.

Only the old Taoist felt bitter. This was not the other party's mercy; He wanted him to suffer despair on his path to enlightenment.

Others may disobey His ideas at most, but you disobey His way. There is no greater punishment than despairing yourself by rejecting His way.

"Regarding the theory of the Way, I also adhere to that view."

A resolute look slowly appeared on the old Taoist's young and handsome face.

"So, thousands of years later, your choice is still to be seduced by the will of Heaven? To choose to defy it?" The voice was unusually cold.

“This is not disobedience. My master’s path is ultimately not my path.”

One person can leave, but two will fight.

No one knows the old Taoist's amazing talent back then, so no one can understand his choice.

"I choose the second one!"

The moment the old Taoist finished speaking, Di Liuxin and the other two looked at him with complicated expressions.

Puzzled, astonished, and even gloating.

"madness."

Di Liuxin had already spoken mockingly, and although the two people beside her did not say anything, their eyes spoke volumes.

If you don't even need cultivation, what's the point of cultivating at all?
The finger twitched slightly, and lightning flashed again, but this time it didn't strike the old Taoist beside him; instead, it hit the old Taoist directly.

In an instant, the old Taoist priest trembled violently, his spiritual power surged, and he was constantly emitting white mist as if he were boiling. The next moment, the old Taoist priest's face rapidly aged back to its original state.

At the same time, he could no longer maintain his airborne posture and fell instantly.

The finger seemed not to have stopped yet, and casually unleashed another bolt of lightning, which struck the artifact spirit directly. Startled, the spirit immediately imitated Han Yu's previous actions and slashed horizontally with its sword.

As the Hexi Slash clashed with the lightning, the lightning pierced through the blade but struck the weapon spirit directly. A mysterious power flowed into the weapon spirit's body, almost causing it to collapse in an instant.

"So you're not the Heavenly Dao after all!"

The voice was utterly cold, first tinged with regret, then seemingly filled with contempt for the ways of Heaven and disdain for things like artifact spirits.

Since it is not the Heavenly Dao, it has no right to be taken seriously by Him.

Suddenly, the finger pointed towards the location of the small grotto-heaven again!

The small cave immediately exploded. After Han Yu's dark body was struck by lightning, his aura instantly weakened, and his momentum was almost completely suppressed. His physical body truly showed signs of collapse.

Strands of blood kept gushing out, as if it would shatter into countless pieces at any moment.

The two people and the spirit fell onto the stone platform at the same time, looking utterly disheveled.

Han Yu gritted his teeth and resisted the power within his body, his heart filled with horror. He never expected that the opponent's casual move could almost kill him.

This force is clearly similar to that of Jiang Xinyuan.

No, it should be said that the power of the Jiangxinyuan came from Him.

"So the puppet of Heaven's Dao is just a piece of broken copper and scrap iron?"

The sound was equally disappointing.

Since He has intervened, He naturally intends to work together to clean up the mess.

So the giant finger rose again, ready to strike once more.

The old Taoist priest might be able to survive, but He no longer had the will to watch the ways of Heaven.

Han Yu never intended to stir things up, but he's managed to get even someone like him involved.

Shouldn't this kind of guy appear at the very end, as is customary?

We've only gotten this far, and here we are... a finger?
Afterwards, he cursed the ancestors of the First Hall in his mind. He never said that this would happen. If he had known, he would have preferred to go and cause trouble in the Yama Hall.

But then I thought, what if they also provoked another person like that over there? It seems there's no difference.

"Damn Heavenly Dao, it just left me to face this kind of person all by myself."

Han Yu looked distressed and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

The spirit was so frightened that it ran back to its sea of ​​consciousness. Even if it had to die, it would only be at peace if it died there.

Upon entering his sea of ​​consciousness and seeing the bottle, he couldn't help but rush over and shake it frantically, shouting, "Hurry up and think of a way! Aren't you a divine being? Hurry up and manifest your divine power to save the day!"

The bottle ultimately did not manifest its power!

But then the Wise Old Man manifested his power; just as his finger was about to strike, his voice suddenly echoed from the void… (End of Chapter)