Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

After the cataclysmic changes in the world.

The connection between the human world and the underworld was completely severed.

The cultivator wanted to enter the Yellow Springs Yin Land.

There is only one way.

That is, when the earth dragon turns over, the mud from the Yellow Springs will flow into the human world.

The earth dragon's transformation is complete.

The evil things that are contaminated by mud will all return to the underworld.

And this will also leave a passage.

At this moment.

Outside the capital of Dakang, there is such a passage.

It was pitch black here.

It was pitch black and the temperature was extremely low.

The ground was covered in moss, so wet that stepping on it would cause water to seep out.

A whoosh.

A dim yellow light illuminated the surroundings.

"Family, what is the Samsara Palace doing for us?"

The brass oil lamp looked around and asked in confusion, "Is this underground? Has someone hollowed this place out?"

"It looks like it should be."

Chen Huangpi glanced down.

Below is a bottomless pit.

If he goes down from here, he can return to the Netherworld.

There are obvious signs of mining around the pit, as if someone has been maintaining this passage.

"Strange."

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "When the earth dragon turns over, mud from the Yellow Springs will spew out from here. Aren't you afraid of being corrupted and turning into something evil?"

"This has nothing to do with us."

The brass oil lamp changed the subject, asking, "We've really learned something this time. That Samsara Palace is a fool, actually taking you as one of their own, and so is that Yin Tianzi."

“I saw that dilapidated palace crash into the sun between His brows. Is He dead?”

"He is not dead..."

Chen Huangpi said in a complicated tone, "It's just that it's not much better than death. He is the ruler of the Yellow Springs Yin Land, but after the changes in heaven and earth, he can only hang in the sky, like a ghost."

"He can't control anything."

"The Yellow Springs Netherworld Clan and the creatures of the Yin Earth have either died or become evil spirits. Even the Yellow Springs Yin Earth is like this. It's so pitiful and so tragic."

"No way, it's from the same family."

The brass oil lamp let out a strange cry, circled around Chen Huangpi, and looked him up and down, saying, "Was that Yin Tianzi going to attack you? It was Er Shazi Daogong who blocked it for you. And you actually sympathize with Yin Tianzi?"

“Huang Er, this is different.”

Chen Huangpi shook his head and explained as he flew away, "The Samsara Palace is only so friendly to me because I am wearing the skin of one of its kind."

"It, and that outline."

"They have an irreconcilable hatred for me."

This time, Chen Huangpi may have seen that outline through the Samsara Palace.

That thing it called home.

Therefore, Chen Huangpi remembered it vividly and did not forget it completely as soon as he looked away.

A strange entity shrouded in mystery outside this world.

It is an outline with countless eyes within it.

In Chen Huangpi's memory, the two people he had grudges against were the immortals in the celestial realm and the evil spirits of Taixu.

The immortals of the celestial realm, my master once avenged me.

But as the saying goes.

Anger hurts the body.

If there's a chance in the future, I might go and do it again.

As for the external evils of Taixu.

Chen Huangpi's attitude is actually quite subtle.

“The external evils that consume me have become my symbiotic force.”

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice, "If I go to Taixu, I will be the ruler there, like the Emperor of the Underworld."

"And that damned thing, it is my real enemy."

Yes, the enemy...

Chen Huangpi genuinely felt that the figure in question was his enemy.

One who can be an enemy of Huang Tian.

And things that have been to Taixu.

The horror of this thing is beyond description.

If it weren't for this chance encounter that led me back to the Yellow Springs Underworld and where I met the Palace of Reincarnation.

Chen Huangpi probably wouldn't have discovered until the day he turned eighteen, when Huang Tian was born, that there was something lurking in the shadows outside the world.

As long as the dried yellow peel becomes yellow.

He was bound to match that outline.

This is his intuition.

"Alright, Chen Huangpi, you have a point." The brass oil lamp didn't seem to care. Although the Samsara Palace was terrifying, it had to watch over the real sun in the Yellow Springs Yin Land. Even if it knew Chen Huangpi was fake, it couldn't come out to cause trouble.

As for the sun and moon in the outside world.

There's even less to worry about with brass oil lamps.

Chen Huangpi wouldn't provoke them unless there was a reason, and since they haven't been discovered for so long, they naturally have plenty of time to grow.

We can always play it safe.

Let's just wait until the 18,000-year mark ends, then we can deal with them one by one.

Thinking of this, the brass oil lamp stopped burning.

He then said to himself, "But this Yellow Springs Yin Land is really strange. The more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong. The abbot asked my clone to enlighten the Yin spirit."

"He said it was some kind of coarse grain."

"But you've never eaten this stuff before. You used to eat powder made by the gods and occasionally steal offerings from the gods like Guangmu Shangshen."

"Okay, don't say any more."

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi felt a little nauseous.

Now, as he grows up...

As he learned more and more.

I know perfectly well what those awful porridges my master made when I was a child were.

That's why we don't bring it up much anymore.

I just feel disgusted.

Chen Huangpi flew forward, his heart filled with many emotions.

He now really wants to go and ask the heretic.

Even if I'm eighteen years old, I'm still born.

The master will not die either.

They will only exist in the past, and there will never be a day when the master and disciple meet again.

The brass oil lamp beside him revealed that Chen Huangpi was in a bad mood.

It opened its mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Chen Huangpi and the abbot had a father-son relationship.

But in reality, how could I not have feelings for the abbot?

After all, that was the abbot who had refined himself.

"Hey, Chen Huangpi."

"What's wrong, Huang Er?"

Chen Huangpi looked at the brass oil lamp with a puzzled expression.

The latter feigned mystery, piquing Chen Huangpi's interest, and said in a pretentious tone, "I've been thinking about something. Didn't I tell you before that I sensed my power in the eyes of the Underworld Emperor...?"

"Oh right, I almost forgot about that."

Chen Huangpi slapped his forehead and asked, "You have ten clones in the underworld. Could it be that the King of the Underworld has taken away the power of your clones?"

"I don't think so."

The brass oil lamp said seriously, "The Yin Emperor is so powerful. Although I and Huang Yi have the same limitless potential, my clone is not very meaningful to Him."

"I think that should be a marker."

"mark?"

"right!!!"

The brass oil lamp got more and more excited as it spoke: "As for my ten clones, do you remember the Yama Palace? It looks a lot like the old temple, and the abbot said that my clones are for suppressing the old temple."

"I suspect that my clone in the Netherworld has a similar function."

"But it's definitely not the soil to suppress the Yellow Springs."

If it hadn't witnessed how powerful the Underworld Emperor was, the brass oil lamp would have boasted about how amazing its clones were, but this time, it was genuinely frightened.

They certainly wouldn't dare to boast about themselves in the short term.

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Chen Huangpi, however, began to ponder it to himself.

"If it's not for suppression, then what is it for?"

"We can't possibly be running around carrying the Yellow Springs Earth with us, can we?"

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp asked in confusion, "What do you mean by 'run'?"

Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and said, "Yellow Spring Yin Soil is the underworld, a part of this world. Your clone isn't meant to suppress it, so wouldn't it be better to take it away from this world?"

"..."

The brass oil lamp remained silent for a long time, then said speechlessly, "Family member, your conjecture is too audacious. How about this, I will make a conjecture based on your logic."

"It is said that there are golden-topped sky lanterns and nine-night divine lanterns in this world."

"But you've never seen it appear with me, which means that it and I are actually one lamp."

"Huang Er, your speculation makes absolutely no sense."

Do you think you have it?

"Things will inevitably turn into their opposites when they reach an extreme. Am I wrong to say that?"

"What kind of logic is that, Ah Gui? You tell me something fair... Hey, Ah Gui, where are you? Are you hiding in the Book of Souls, secretly reminiscing about your father?"

Just then, the voice of a vengeful ghost suddenly rang out from the Book of Souls.

The voice was complex, filled with surprise and uncertainty: "Master, Huang Er, it seems the Underworld Emperor slipped something into the Book of Souls. If I'm not mistaken, it should be something like the Shadow of Yama..."

"These are all gifts for the master." (End of Chapter)