Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

The Western Frontier!

Both Jiuyou and Wujiu were constantly filled with unease.

Dark clouds rolled overhead, but thankfully no tribulation lightning appeared. The evil energy that the Yama Palace had spent so much effort to create was finally putting to great use today.

Unlike the Heavenly Dao Sect, they don't have the same confidence that they can ignore tribulation lightning or even various variables.

Even though no tribulation lightning appeared as the illusory image of the millstone continued to solidify, the two remained constantly on edge.

They were worried that the Heavenly Dao Sect would come and cause trouble, and they were also worried that that little mad dog would turn around and bite them.

Fortunately, everything was completed without any major incidents.

"How much trouble do you think Han Yu can cause the Heavenly Dao Sect?"

Wu Jiu couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him.

Jiuyou shook his head. It was true that Han Yu could stir things up, but in this matter, it was probably wishful thinking for him to completely stop the Heavenly River from descending from the Heavenly Dao Sect.

"Don't have too high expectations. The First Hall doesn't expect that guy to achieve anything. They're just using him as a tool!"

They just didn't want the Heavenly Dao Sect to be too peaceful; if they were peaceful, wouldn't they come looking for trouble?

To ensure their own affairs go smoothly, they might as well deliberately annoy the other party.

"We've all finished, so the other side should be close to it too."

Jiuyou sighed and said.

"That guy must be dead there, right?"

Wu Jiu sneered with schadenfreude. With such a large commotion, how could Han Yu possibly escape after causing trouble?
"It would be best if he could die. If not, it would be good to see if the Heavenly Dao still has any tricks up its sleeve against that kid. If the Heavenly Dao can fight to the death with the other side first, it will be of great benefit to us."

Jiuyou spoke thoughtfully, "The First Palace is probably thinking the same thing. Since Han Yu is a member of the Heavenly Dao, they should have some tricks up their sleeves against him, right?"

If it really comes down to a life-or-death situation, and if they really have the means, wouldn't we see the Heavenly Dao Sect fight against the Heavenly Dao first?

As Wu Jiu was laughing, a question suddenly occurred to him, and his expression immediately turned strange.

"What if the other side thinks the same way? Would that kid just be let go?"

No one is a fool. The three forces are currently locked in an irreconcilable conflict. Whoever clashes with the Heavenly Dao first will always benefit the other side.

In that case, Heaven would actually benefit the most.

"Let's wait until the First Prince arrives before discussing anything else! He should be coming down soon."

Jiuyou looked up at the sky. At this moment, the millstone had completely descended, its enormous form stretching across the entire western region, blotting out the sun.

The subtle aura emanating from it was unsettling, even making it difficult to look directly at.

Besides the millstone, the enormous magic array also appeared, now constantly rotating around it.

This magic circle not only echoes the millstone, but should have been the greatest help for the millstone's descent into the world.

However, those six large gaps are extremely annoying and completely beyond their control.

These days, it's something that's extremely useless to them; they can neither use it nor throw it away.

"That bald guy isn't quite dead yet."

Wu Jiu glanced at the magic array and said through gritted teeth.

If they were truly dead, how could they possibly control the magic array so tightly that they couldn't use it?

"Let's leave it at that! The sacred artifact has already been delivered, so there's no point in him controlling the magic array."

Jiuyou sighed softly. The world on the other side is probably even more barren than the Central Continent now. This time, both sides have really gone all out.

There is no turning back, and there will be no turning back.

Since both small worlds were used to descent sacred objects, neither side intended to leave themselves a way out.

……

"Your Middle-earth has no way out either."

When the wise old man said this, it was already the time when Han Yu returned to the Endless Sea.

As soon as they landed on the deck, a group of people surrounded them. After the ominous clouds overhead suddenly dissipated, everyone knew that the matter on the other side had been settled.

I just don't know what the outcome will be.

Either Han Yu succeeds, or the other side succeeds, in which case Han Yu will be in danger.

But when Han Yu returned covered in wounds, Zhongzhou fell silent.

They had never seen Han Yu in such a miserable state. Even when he was at his most wretched and perished together with Li Yingqi, he was not this badly injured. His body was covered in blood and flesh, with not a single unscathed spot. Even so, Han Yu could still greet Quan Xiaotong as if he didn't care at all.

With a shake of the head, Quan Xiaotong understood Han Yu's meaning.

Failed!
"If you can come back, then we haven't lost."

Quan Xiaotong looked uneasy, but quickly relaxed and came forward to put his arm around Han Yu's shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"The most important thing is that you're alright."

Han Yu felt quite bad, but in the end he could only sigh. The Celestials on the other side had come out, and he really had no way to deal with it.

"I'm fine. My physical body is strong enough that I'm not afraid of getting hurt as long as I'm not dead. It's just that the old senior got dragged into this because of me."

Han Yu smiled wryly as he helped the old Taoist priest up, and Mu Zili quickly stepped forward, his expression changing drastically.

After taking the old Taoist priest from Han Yu, his face was extremely grim.

He could naturally see that the old Taoist had lost all his cultivation, which was like the sky falling for a Divine Realm expert, or even just for a cultivator.

However, the old Taoist was much more open-minded than expected. He shook his head and said, "It's alright. As long as my foundation isn't damaged, I can still cultivate if you give me enough time."

He even dared to practice the doctrine that words become law, and he could accept that there had been no progress for thousands of years.

It seems like starting over isn't out of the question.

"No need for that. Haven't you ever thought about using your words to make them law and see what your cultivation level can achieve?"

The wise old man's voice echoed in the void. Those who knew him were fine, but the many people from Central Continent who didn't know him all looked around strangely, trying to find the source of the voice. Only after they discovered that the voice was coming from Han Yu's body did they all feel relieved.

Any strange thing that happens anywhere is worth investigating.

But all the strange things that happened to Han Yu seemed to have become normal.

After all, Han Yu already has quite a few strange things going on his life, so a few more wouldn't make a difference.

The old Taoist priest, who had been on the verge of death, suddenly perked up. Without needing anyone's help, he rushed over, grabbed Han Yu, and spoke urgently into his head.

"Say it again? Is 'words become law' a valid usage?"

The wise old man chuckled mockingly, "Although your talent is exceptional, you are truly inferior to this brat in terms of practical skills and adaptability. Brat, show him how to play by your rules."

The old Taoist knew that Han Yu possessed some kind of power of rules, but he had never seen Han Yu make a move. Or rather, the old Taoist's understanding of the power of rules had never changed.

Until Han Yu swallowed a handful of Earth and Wood Pills, chewing them like a cow chewing on a peony, he flew off the deck.

After the Hexi Slash suddenly appeared in his hand, once it was swung out, a sparse shower of golden rain fell. Before others could understand what was happening, the old Taoist had already figured it out: it was the power of rules.

The golden rain lashed against the sea surface. Although no change was visible on the surface, the careful observers turned pale. That area was turning into a dead land, a lifeless dead land.

Han Yu swung his sword once more, this time transforming it into countless golden petals falling. The entire sea area exploded continuously in an instant, and the area of ​​death was spreading rapidly.

"I understand."

The old Taoist priest now truly understands that what Han Yu is doing has absolutely nothing to do with his words becoming law, but there is one thing: Han Yu is combining supernatural powers with rules in his use.

That means the power of rules can be flexible.

Therefore, his past use of the principle of "words becoming law" was ultimately rigid.

Thinking of this, the old Taoist suddenly started cursing through gritted teeth.

"You bastard, you old devil, why didn't you say that thousands of years ago!"

If the wise old man had given him that one piece of advice back then, he could have avoided so many detours.

That old devil's ultimate goal was to drag him down with him; damn it, he's utterly shameless. (End of Chapter)