Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Han Yu believed that Yuan Chu was not just talking; others could not get rid of the fog he had laid out, but true celestial beings could.

They don't even need to do anything; given their ability to easily take away two small worlds, overturning the endless sea shouldn't be difficult for them.

By then, hiding will be useless.

Originally, they did indeed have such plans, and even before their true form appeared, they had already begun to threaten others.

In that immense darkness, even enormous figures, unable to resist the urge to emerge, began to appear.

The opponent was extremely fast, appearing in front of Han Yu even before the echo of their voice had faded.

Han Yu looked up as if gazing at a towering mountain, his expression unusually grim.

What the hell?

He reached a height of a thousand feet with just his physical body!
But in a moment of distraction, the other person was again the size of a normal person.

The original face was still the same, but now, dressed in black, it sent a chill down Han Yu's spine.

That indifference emanated from within, as if he regarded everything as worthless.

In particular, the way she looked at Han Yu was as if she were looking at a dead man.

Originally, he attacked without saying a word, but this time, his attack was no longer overwhelming.

Han Yu felt as if he were facing the entire world.

In an instant, my pores trembled with fear, and I felt a chill run down my spine.

He immediately took out the Heavenly Bell to protect himself.

"die!"

A cold glint flashed in Yuan Chu's eyes, and his aura suddenly surged, his outstretched arm becoming even more powerful in an instant.

It's definitely a world of difference from a clone.

While sighing inwardly, Han Yu also prepared himself to tough it out.

He won't die!

Suddenly, another voice rang out, booming and resonant, its echo lingering long after.

The newcomer was not imposing, even rather unassuming. After appearing, he pointed a finger and his hand collided with the other's.

There was no violent explosion, no terrible aftershocks, not even the slightest sound.

Until a soft collision, everything around seemed to dissolve, all things vanished, mountains and lakes were instantly annihilated.

All of this happened silently.

The Heavenly Bell above Han Yu's head emitted rapid tolls, one after another, as urgent as rain and as fast as wind.

One can imagine how terrifying the collision between the two sides would be.

Yuan Chu slowly withdrew his hand, his indifferent gaze finally showing some emotion. Surprise, incomprehension, confusion and other emotions flashed through his eyes at the same time, and finally converged into a sarcastic remark.

"You finally dared to show yourself, Heavenly Dao."

"I have never hidden from you."

Heaven, too, withdrew and stood with its hands behind its back.

As if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, Yuan Chu couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You've been hiding for thousands of years, and you're saying you couldn't hide? Hahaha!"

The Heavenly Dao's face was calm and indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about the other party's words. Instead, it spoke serenely, "Your rules were given by me, your Samsara Wheel was also given by me, and you are who you are today because the Central Continent needed to open up a path of cultivation, which was bestowed upon you by me."

With almost every word spoken, Yuan Chu's expression grew increasingly grim, and by the end, he was practically gritting his teeth.

"Then tell me, do I need to hide from you?"

Heaven finally laughed ironically.

"And don't forget how you were severely injured ten thousand years ago?"

Yuan Chu Hansheng spoke.

"Would you trade the lives of your own people for my severe injury, or would you rather sever the path of future cultivators than not severely injure me?" Heavenly Dao questioned repeatedly, its sarcasm growing stronger.

Whether it was the great war that brought annihilation to other ordinary celestial beings, or the separate efforts to seize the spiritual holy lands of the Central Continent.

"Is this something to be proud of? If you think it's glorious, do you need me to use the authority of Heaven to make it public for you?"

Han Yu was dumbfounded. What stunned him was not the content of the words, but the way Tiandao used his persuasive skills.

Does Heaven also criticize people?

"Shut up. Under your rule, the Celestial Race will never have a chance to rise. As long as you live, we will never be able to truly transcend."

Yuan Chu spoke with uncontrollable rage, his usually indifferent face now twisted and ferocious.

Heaven, however, fell silent.

"You think you are benefiting all living beings and treating all things kindly, but you don't know that your so-called fairness is the greatest injustice to us."

"Why should we share the cultivation methods that Taiyi and I painstakingly researched with those mediocre people? Why should people like Taiyi and I have to toil for these ordinary folks?"

"Little do you know that your kindness to them is your evil to us both."

Yuan Chu spoke coldly, and almost every word he uttered made Tian Dao's expression become more sorrowful.

Upon seeing this, Han Yu quickly retorted, "Don't listen to his nonsense. This guy is just making excuses for the stupid things he's done."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Chu glanced coldly at Han Yu and sneered, "You have the least right to oppose us. Don't forget, you got your cultivation path from us."

"What a coincidence, I don't follow the path of cultivation, which is exactly what you're doing."

When Han Yu responded with a cold laugh, he even mocked, "Perhaps you really should learn more about Zhongzhou. Apart from the string of broken realm names you two left behind, everything else was eliminated thousands of years ago."

This is not an exaggeration; if we only consider cultivators of the same cultivation level, the cultivators from the Central Continent would absolutely crush the cultivators from both sides.

To put it bluntly, what Taiyi and Yuanchu were so proud of was nothing more than the two small worlds under the protection of the Heavenly Dao, which provided a continuous supply for the cultivators below to cultivate.

"In our Middle-earth dialect, if you put a pig there, it would fly on its own in eight to ten years."

Han Yu's relentless criticism infuriated Yuan Chu, turning his face ashen.

"Furthermore, Zhongzhou is full of talented people. I think if you were in your original positions, you two would probably not have had a chance."

Han Yu was absolutely confident in this. He had seen too many monstrous talents in the Central Continent, but the Central Continent was barren and lacked good cultivation grounds. Otherwise, it would be uncertain who would attack whom today!
The Heavenly Dao, which had remained silent all along, finally sighed with regret, "I chose you back then simply because you were the first people willing to embark on the path of cultivation. For this, I even used the authority of the Heavenly Dao to grant you two the greatest convenience."

"I never imagined that the source of chaos that has lasted for millennia would originate from a moment of kindness on my part."

"Actually, he was right about something. If a pig had been the first to start cultivating, I could have made it achieve what you have now."

The words of Heaven were like a heavy hammer striking the mind of the Primordial One, and the next moment the Primordial One was filled with murderous intent.

"Why waste your breath talking to him? Just kill him."

Suddenly, a cold voice came, and in the blink of an eye, a white figure appeared and launched an attack on the Heavenly Dao.

Thousands of lightning bolts flashed, and Taiyi, dressed in white, swam towards the Heavenly Dao like a dragon. During this time, the surroundings fell into absolute silence, and not a single sound could be heard from the battlefield between the two.

But the silent collapse around us was even more unsettling.

The power used by both sides was completely different from the existing system of cultivators, or rather, the power of Taiyi had long exceeded the scope of spiritual power.

Yuan Chu glanced at Han Yu with murderous intent, thinking he was about to attack him, but the next moment he also joined the battle between the two.

Now, only Han Yu remains on the field.

"What should we do?"

The spirit frowned in its mind; what it wanted to ask was whether it could run away first.

It seems really inappropriate for them to be watching these big shots fight each other.

"Go do your own thing."

Similarly, even while fighting two opponents alone, Heaven still managed to speak to Han Yu. (End of Chapter)