Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Du Rugui seemed to be having a very long dream.

In this dream, he met a boy named Chen Huangpi.

That boy was very strange.

He looked to be fifteen years old; what a handsome young man!

But he wears a tattered Taoist robe every day.

Someone who didn't know better might mistake him for a beggar.

But that's not the strangest thing.

The strangest thing is that Chen Huangpi, despite his immense strength, does things that normal people wouldn't do.

He was clearly a genius cultivator from the Tai Sui Sect.

However, he impersonated a member of the Jietian Sect.

And he's such a damn good at bragging.

He even said he wanted to become a true immortal in the future—what a load of rubbish!

Did he really achieve the status of a true immortal?

She said to him in a sarcastic tone that being able to become an immortal would be enough for her, and that she didn't have any great ambitions.

Chen Huangpi actually agreed.

That's outrageous. Does he think he's God?

But these are nothing.

Compared to what he had done, the boy's actions weren't too outrageous.

"How could I have agreed to help him find that damn Gan Yuan?"

Du Rugui's mind was in a daze. In this dream, he cursed loudly: "It's one thing to agree, but I never said I wanted to go in myself. Later..."

He couldn't remember many things that happened afterward.

My head was throbbing with pain, as if my soul was about to split open.

However, it is only vaguely discernible.

Du Rugui remembered that Chen Huangpi seemed to have vented his anger by returning his immortal energy to him and giving him a Myriad Spirits Nine-Directional Furnace.

This is a must-have item for every disciple of Bailingtian.

Without this furnace, many techniques cannot be performed.

Even if he possesses an ethereal aura, it's still the same.

"That kid may be strange, but he's actually a nice person."

Du Rugui stared blankly, images and information constantly flooding his mind.

"That broken oil lamp is no good; it blows a lot more nonsense than Chen Huangpi."

"The one called Ah Gui always looks at me with a wary and sinister gaze, as if I could possibly stoop to betraying its master."

"That little fox is alright, it just lacks ambition."

One by one, the faces became clearer in front of Du Rugui.

His head finally stopped hurting so much.

Can be followed immediately.

Du Rugui then remembered something else.

That is, he remembered that the situation in Ganyuan was urgent at the time.

He forcibly activated the Nine-Directional Furnace of Myriad Spirits, but accidentally communicated with something he shouldn't have.

That was an extremely terrifying will.

It is truly as vast and boundless as the Nine Seas.

No, that is Gan Yuan.

But something about Gan Yuan is very strange; it contains elements that don't belong to this world.

We only made contact for a fleeting moment.

Du Rugui felt that he was about to become a part of that will.

He burned his own immortal energy.

He forced himself to tell Chen Huangpi to leave Ganyuan immediately, as there was great terror within it.

Looking back now...

Many things seem to have been erased.

Du Rugui asked in confusion, "What exactly was the spirit I came into contact with? It seems that in that instant, I received a lot of information from the spirit of Gan Yuan, but all of that information was cut off."

He felt unwell, very unwell.

Because he remembered that he had only severed his memories once.

Suddenly, a noisy commotion broke out in my ears.

"Oh dear, old man Du is really waking up."

"Chen Huangpi's Six Yin Gods are truly bizarre; they can actually extract Du Rugui's death energy."

"It's a pity that Tanggu is gone, otherwise the master could have used the Six Yang Gods, and he would have no weaknesses during the day."

The sounds of these three things.

Du Rugui found it irritating to listen to.

What is this and what?

Chen Huangpi's Six Yin Gods have appeared? And they're even drawing his own death energy? Is he already dead?

As for Tanggu, how did Tanggu disappear?
And why do you say there are no weaknesses during the day?
Could it be that the dried tangerine peel undergoes some kind of miraculous change at night?

With these questions in mind.

Du Rugui subconsciously opened his eyes.

Then he found himself in a bizarre perspective.

In front of me were rows of scallions as tall as a person.

When I looked straight ahead, I could only see the roots of the scallions. When I tried to lift my head, I found that my head seemed to be fixed in place and my body was buried in the soil.

He tried to roll his eyes upwards.

All he could see were the tattered, over-the-top oil lamp that boasted so much it was practically a Taoist priest's lamp, the vengeful ghost, and the three creatures called the Fox Mountain God, all looking down at him from their elevated positions.

The eyes of these three things are very strange.

It gave me the creeps.

"Where's the dried tangerine peel?"

"How did I end up buried in the ground?"

"It's not about burying, it's about planting."

"what?"

Du Rugui shouted sternly, "Have I been planted in the ground?"

This soil is yin soil. Although he had never seen it before, the brass oil lamp had already told him about these things.

The man who grows scallions in the dark soil of the Yellow Springs.

So, am I now a green onion person?

at this time.

Chen Huangpi's voice suddenly rang out.

"Old Du, please be patient for now. We cannot release you just yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Rugui noticed his head being rapidly raised.

The earthen soil surrounding his body surged three zhang high.

That is, this height.

Du Rugui then saw the so-called "Chen Huangpi" (a type of dried fruit) for the evening.

Du Rugui was stunned at first glance.

If he weren't the only one who could move his head, he would have wanted to rub his eyes to see if he was seeing things due to old age.

It was as if she could see his astonishment.

Chen Huangpi smiled and said, "You're not mistaken, this is how I am at night. If you're not used to it, I can turn back into the way I was before."

"What's the point of changing things? What's the point of hiding your true intentions?"

The brass oil lamp clamored, "You're much more imposing than before. Look at Old Man Du, his eyes are practically popping out of their sockets. And hey, they actually did."

"Bear with it for a moment, I'll put the lamp back on for you."

"Ah, Huang Er, are you trying to gouge my eyes out? Be gentle, be gentle!"

Du Rugui is in very bad condition right now.

The phrase "half-dead" perfectly describes his current state.

Not only did he sever his own memories, but the ignition of his immortal energy also damaged his essence. Furthermore, he came into contact with a spirit he shouldn't have, the spirit of Gan Yuan.

That kind of existence, even if it's only for a fleeting moment.

It is not something that a Nascent Soul cultivator with immortal energy can withstand.

"Actually, you're already dead."

The brass oil lamp put Du Rugui's eyes back in place, and then began to explain loudly: "After leaving Ganyuan, A Gui discovered that you were no longer viable. The Book of Souls records that your lifespan has ended."

"Oh, so you're going to become evil too."

At this point, the brass oil lamp chuckled: "Actually, becoming an evil spirit isn't so bad. I'm the first evil spirit in the world, so if you count it that way, Old Man Du, you should call me your ancestor."

"you……"

Du Rugui was so angry that he was consumed by rage.

He felt that even if he didn't die, he would be driven to his death by those few words from that broken lamp.

"Huang Er!"

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Watch your words. I went through so much trouble to save his life. What if he does something stupid and tries to commit suicide? Wouldn't that make me look like I broke my promise?"

The vengeful spirit beside him shook his head. Although the master had grown another year older, he was much more mature than before.

But some things that are deeply ingrained from childhood cannot be changed.

For example, it's easy to get the conversation diverted.

Thinking of this, the Soul-Reaper said to Du Rugui, "The master said he would send you home, so naturally he wouldn't let you go back in a strange way. At the very least, you have to look like a human."

"So he extracted your death energy and planted you in the Yin Earth."

"In a sense, you and I will be of the same race from now on."

All living beings nurtured by the Yin Earth of the Underworld are of the same kind.

The beings of Yin Earth and the Netherworld race of Huangquan are simply two branches of the same race but different lineages.

Du Rugui had his life force drained, making him essentially a living dead.

This also stopped him from becoming evil.

Then, Chen Huangpi planted it in the Yin Soil of the Underworld, which gave Du Rugui an unprecedented blessing.

"To live in the face of death is easier said than done."

Du Rugui said in a daze, "If you could do that, wouldn't you be in control of life and death? That doesn't conform to the workings of Heaven; it's defying the heavens!"

He wasn't saying that Chen Huangpi did something wrong.

Rather, as descendants of the disciples of Bai Lingtian, their doctrine of cultivation is the belief that all things possess spirits.

Even the Way of Heaven is imbued with a spirit.

Ultimately, cultivation leads to communication with heaven and earth.

Worshipping the spirit heaven means worshipping a heaven that possesses spirits.

Therefore, the worship of the spirits is actually the great religion that is most in line with the natural order of heaven and earth.

"You old man, you really don't know what's good for you."

The fox mountain god stretched and sneered, "If it were Old Man Taiyi, he would believe whatever Chen Huangpi says without question. That doesn't conform to the workings of Heaven, but it does perfectly!"

"As for defying the heavens, that's a joke."

"Can Chen Huangpi's matter be called defying the heavens?"

The world is currently in transition from the Azure Heaven Era to the Yellow Heaven Era.

What can dried tangerine peel defy?

Is it to look against the heavens that unite with the Dao, or to go against oneself?

However, the Fox Mountain God would certainly not tell Du Rugui these things.

This is for his own good.

"I was just saying that."

Du Rugui asked in a daze, "But how did Chen Huangpi do it? Is the Yellow Springs Yin Soil really that miraculous?"

"It is not a supernatural phenomenon from the Yellow Springs or the Underworld."

"It was a miracle from the Lord of the Contract at night."

The vengeful spirit turned its head to look at Chen Huangpi, in its perception.

At this moment, Chen Huangpi is the master walking in this Yin Land of the Underworld.

Although it is still far from being the Emperor of the Underworld.

But Chen Huangpi now possesses some incredible abilities.

"The Six Yin Gods represent death."

Chen Huangpi slowly said, "After I created the Six Yin Gods, I thought they had disappeared and would reappear only after the Yin and Yang combined to form the Primordial Spirit. I never expected it to be so much more mysterious than I thought."

Before nightfall, Chen Huangpi could not sense the Six Yin Gods at all.

But the red moon hangs high in the sky.

The moment when the inky blackness of night enveloped the earth.

Chen Huangpi then felt an unprecedented surge of emotion.

When the Six Yin Gods are fully mastered, they only appear in the darkness of night.

Because night represents Yin in the concept of Yin and Yang.

Chen Huangpi descended into the night in the form of the Six Yin Gods, and an incredibly wondrous connection was formed between him and the Yin Earth of the Yellow Springs. Here, he could control life and death.

This life and death do not drive the growth of the scallion.

Rather, it is a matter of life and death in the true sense.

As for reincarnation...

Chenhuangpi cannot do that yet.

He felt something was missing; otherwise, there would have been no need to transform Du Rugui into one of the first beings in his Yellow Springs Yin Land. He could have simply sent her to reincarnate.

Think of this.

Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "What my master told me before was right. I was too impatient. I shouldn't have rushed to figure out how to use the Yellow Spring Yin Soil. I will understand when the time comes."

The gift that the King of the Underworld gave him was a great one.

It's just that when I think about it, it feels a little strange.

The Xuanzhen Dao Realm itself has a Netherworld. Although Chen Huangpi's Netherworld is not yet in its infancy, it is evolving in that direction. Wouldn't having two Netherworlds be redundant in the future?
There is.

The Shadow of Yama...

This was the first trump card that the Emperor Yin gave to Chen Huangpi.

It is the shadow of the Seventh King of Hell.

It kept trying to twist off Chen Huangpi's head and press it onto its own.

Now that it has the Buddha's head, its wish has finally been fulfilled.

But Chen Huangpi has a kind of intuition.

The Shadow of Yama may not be as simple as he thinks.

Otherwise, why would it suddenly rush out of Ganyuan and disappear into its own shadow when it was leaving?

Shouldn't it go to the underworld?

At this moment.

Du Rugui's gaze swept past the lush, verdant green onions.

He saw the coastline not far away.

"How many days has it been since we left Ganyuan?"

"The third day."

Chen Huangpi replied, "However, I don't know the sea route. I just randomly picked a direction and I don't know where I am now."

The sea is boundless.

It took almost half a day just to leave Jiudaohai.

Along the way, we also need to keep the *Du Rugui* plant alive.

During the day, Chen Huangpi would break free from the state of the Six Yin Gods, which is why he traveled intermittently and took three days to reach land.

"When will I be able to emerge from the earth?"

Du Rugui was particularly concerned about this; he had no idea what he had become.

His eyes were practically bulging out.

It must have been incredibly ugly, like a vengeful ghost, a terrifying skeleton.

Therefore, Du Rugui really wanted to know what he looked like.

"The seventh day after death is when the soul returns to the body."

The ghost explained, "At that time, we will send you back to the Du family. If you have any questions during that time, you can ask me. After all, you and I are the only two of our kind left in the human world."

In fact, the Ghost of Death had very subtle feelings for Du Rugui.

A member of the same race is about to appear.

Moreover, it was born right under their noses, as if they were watching their own descendant.

The creatures of the Yellow Springs Yin Land are now nothing but evil spirits, Yin deities, and those ferrymen.

Others of their kind either sank into the underworld or were swallowed by the yin earth.

However, the Soul-Reaping Ghosts are not actually the true members of the Underworld.

It has been dead for a long time.

It became the spirit of the artifact in the Book of Souls.

Therefore, Du Rugui may now be the only remaining underworld being in the Xuanzhen Dao Realm.

This is an incredible stroke of luck.

Of course, the vengeful spirit was not jealous.

Its only source of envy was that it was a skeleton.

If it could be restored to its original state, that would be wonderful.

Its true form is nearly a hundred feet tall.

"Don't think about it, Ah Gui."

The brass oil lamp said gloatingly, "Your physical body has been chewed up like this by the abbot, even your original form. It's impossible for your body to grow back in this lifetime."

"Just like the teeth marks on Ben Deng's body, they can't be changed."

"Not necessarily."

Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and said softly, "Once I have the Six Yang Gods, I will be able to send A Gui into reincarnation so that it can be reborn and return to its former form."

"forget it."

The Soul Reaper shook his head and said seriously, "I'm already used to how I am now. Although I'm a little envious, I don't want to force things. I'll just let nature take its course."

Soon, the Yellow Springs Earth reached the shore. Chen Huangpi's gaze swept around, and he saw many houses and buildings along the beach.

The houses were dilapidated and lifeless.

"This is not Dakang."

Du Rugui said, "I reckon it's some ancient country across the sea. After the world changed, evil spirits were everywhere. At that time, cultivators hadn't yet figured out the way to become gods, so many ancient countries vanished into thin air."

The most prosperous period in human history was actually before the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty declared itself emperor.

At that time, traces of immortals were everywhere in the human world.

Many sects have founders who were immortals.

Later, the world underwent a strange change, the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty sealed itself off and disappeared, and the spiritual energy gradually became less and less.

Human cultivators waged a battle that lasted for many years in order to seize spiritual energy.

Things improved considerably once the cultivation method based on popularity became available.

But the evil and strange phenomena are also increasing.

The surviving cultivators gradually gathered together and established a nation based on their popularity for cultivation.

But the evil and strange have no restrictions on popularity.

From the moment they were born, they seemed to be naturally opposed to humans.

This is different from the monsters of the past.

Monsters possess spirits and can be communicated with.

The evil also has its own self, but there is absolutely no room for compromise between it and the human race.

Now, the human territory is divided into three parts.

The Great Kang Dynasty was the country with the most ordinary people.

The Buddhist kingdoms of the Western Regions were more like temples or religions.

The rest are some small neighboring countries.

The rest of the places were either occupied by evil spirits or were desolate ruins.

Chen Huangpi frowned and said with some apprehension, "I feel that there is something terrifying sleeping in that ancient country on the shore. Even in my Six Yin God state, I am no match for it."

The Six Yin Gods can fight against immortals.

Because the methods they use to influence time are useless to them.

However, if a fight really breaks out, it will depend on each side's methods.

But what if it's daytime?

Since Chen Huangpi couldn't produce the Six Yin Gods, he could only avoid battle.

"These ancient kingdoms were all forbidden zones."

Du Rugui said, "Who knows what terrible things are inside? In any case, don't linger. Find a safe place to stay. After I come back to life, I'll go to the Du family in the sky."

"it is good."

Chen Huangpi didn't really want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

These ancient kingdoms may hold many secrets, or perhaps they possess evil swords like the Bamboo Shadow Sword of the Liu family, but Chen Huangpi is not interested in any of them.

The Yellow Springs Earth, floating on the sea, moved in another direction.

Soon, they disappeared into the night.

After a while.

Among the dilapidated buildings of the ancient kingdom on that shore.

Pairs of empty eyes opened from those dark corners, their gazes meeting.

This appears to be one way they convey information.

Soon, passing these buildings and cities, in the very heart of this ancient kingdom, the original royal city disappeared, replaced by a huge void.

The darkness inside the cave was like the tide.

Those tides surged.

A pale hand emerged from it.

There was an eye on that palm.

All the information was gathered in those eyes.

Then, the hand clenched tightly and retreated into the darkness.

Ugh……

A disappointed sigh rang out.

In the deepest part of this void.

A middle-aged man in white with black hair stared blankly at the eye in his palm.

His body was also covered with these monstrous things.

And his brow, chest, and lower abdomen.

At the location of each of these three dantian, a golden nail is driven in.

Those nails are called the Taixu Divine Nails.

"Who is that person?"

"Why does he seem like the Emperor of the Underworld? Is the earth beneath his feet the soil of the Yellow Springs?"

"But who is the King of the Underworld? And what is the Yellow Springs Underworld?"

"And who is this 'true self'? Is this 'true self' simply called this 'true self'?"

The middle-aged man kept asking himself questions, but he couldn't get any answers. He only knew that he must have died and was trapped in this hellish place after death. Later, many mortals came here and established a country.

Those mortals inadvertently communicated with him.

They ate them all themselves.

That feeling was wonderful.

He gained access to those people's memories, and from those memories he learned that he was called the Evil One.

So be it, it's weird or strange.

He just wanted to know who he was.

But no one could piece together any information related to themselves from their memories.

Cannibalism is simply an instinct.

He loathed this instinct, yet he couldn't resist it.

"I'm so hungry, so hungry."

The middle-aged man murmured, "If only that person could come ashore, I would keep him here, eat him, and see if he has any information about me in his memories."

"I'm going crazy if I don't know who I am."

He practically shouted those words.

As soon as he finished speaking.

Within his three dantians—upper, middle, and lower—the Taixu Divine Nails, which had already taken root and were constantly growing, occupying all of them, began to grow again.

The pain drove him to madness, making him forget who he was forever.

To be forever condemned to this place.

He can't get out.

"Eat, eat, eat! Kill, kill, kill!!"

The middle-aged man roared in a fit of grief and madness. He looked at his own hand, opened his blood-red maw, and bit it off. Apart from this hand, there was a golden substance at the break in his arm.

That was part of the Taixu Divine Nail.

The three Taixu Divine Nails had already taken over his entire body.

The defeated Emperor Donghua died and his Dao vanished, but his corpse transformed into an evil entity and was imprisoned here, never to be reborn.

a few days later.

A severed hand emerged from the empty darkness.

It searched and searched, like a living creature, following in one direction, using its five fingers as feet.

……

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

The instant Chen Huangpi broke free from the state of the Six Yin Gods, the Yellow Spring Yin Earth also disappeared.

Du Rugui finally came back to life.

Emerging from the dark earth.

Du Rugui immediately examined his current appearance.

What surprised him was...

I look exactly the same as before.

If I didn't know that what Chen Huangpi said was true...

He thought he had been scammed.

"Very well, I am still the same old man."

Du Rugui breathed a sigh of relief, stroking his black beard and said, "Even your hair and beard have turned from white to black, making you look much younger."

Originally, thanks to his immortal energy, he had already exceeded the eight-hundred-year lifespan limit of the Nascent Soul stage.

Even if you live a long life, some things will inevitably be lost.

For example, one's state of mind, and another example, one's true nature.

His true appearance is that of a very old person.

Now, Du Rugui has truly gained extra years of life for no reason; he feels as if he has no limit to his lifespan.

The ghost said, "You are only wearing human skin right now. In reality, you are a being from the underworld, and beings from the underworld do not die of old age."

"You're wrong about that."

Du Rugui, his beard bristling and eyes wide, retorted, "What do you mean I'm wearing human skin? I am a human being."

He felt that he had simply been reborn.

They can hardly be considered beings from the underworld.

Or rather, he doesn't admit it either.

"It's a pity that all my cultivation is gone."

Du Rugui sighed, "Now that my body is completely empty, I'm afraid I'll have to start cultivating again. Fortunately, there's still some immortal energy left on that immortal's severed finger, so it shouldn't be too difficult to start cultivating again."

Chen Huangpi asked curiously, "Didn't you sense any special power or ability?"

The brass oil lamp chimed in, "That's right, Old Du. You were almost turning into an evil being before you died, and then you were brought back to life. Logically speaking, it's true that you have no cultivation, but it's impossible for you to become a mortal."

"I really didn't feel anything."

Du Rugui didn't mind at all, and said with a smile, "I'm already very satisfied that I was able to come back to life. Besides, without the limitation of lifespan, I've really made a great profit."

Even if one were to become a god instantly, it would still be nothing more than a clay or wooden sculpture.

Without popularity, it will immediately turn into a handful of dust.

Furthermore, apart from gaining immortality through breathing exercises, the gods have lost all of their sense of taste, smell, and other indescribable abilities that they possessed when they were still human.

Du Rugui's current rebirth is far more real than any boastful claim of becoming an immortal.

"This is the power of chance and destiny!"

Du Rugui became more and more excited as he thought about it, and couldn't help but sigh, "When I came down from the heavens, I was destined to face a tribulation. Therefore, I went to the capital to overcome the tribulation. After overcoming the tribulation, I can advance further in my divination skills."

"At that time, I thought it was just a matter of chance and good fortune."

"I never expected it to happen to you, Chen Huangpi."

"Wonderful, wonderful..."

At this point, Du Rugui was at a loss for words.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to be emphasizing certain words when he spoke.

It felt as if I had two mouths, each saying the same thing at the same time.

This made his expression instantly become extremely interesting.

next second.

Du Rugui swayed and instantly split into two.

The two Du Ruguis looked exactly alike, pointing at each other with expressions of terror in their eyes.

Chen Huangpi, who was standing to the side, was also stunned.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was Gan Yuan's ghost that had transformed into Du Rugui's appearance.

"Chen Huangpi, how could I have done this..."

The two Du Ruguis spoke at the same time, and their tone of voice, expression, and actions were exactly the same.

It seems that the two Du Rugui share the same consciousness.

They couldn't distinguish between primary and secondary issues at all.

"Ghost!"

Chen Huangpi hurriedly asked, "Do the creatures of the Yellow Springs Yin Earth possess such abilities?"

"Hard to say."

The vengeful spirit shook its head: "We are born with a lineage. My lineage comes from my father. The stronger my father is, the stronger I will be."

"And if I acquire some new powers and abilities, I can continue to pass them on."

"But Du Rugui should be considered a first-generation being, so I can't really explain why."

"Something's wrong."

The brass oil lamp suddenly seemed to have discovered something. It circled around the two Du Ruguis and said, "Why do I have a feeling that you, old man Du, are an evil spirit?"

As soon as these words came out.

The two Du Ruguis' expressions changed drastically. They stepped forward, wanting to struggle with the brass oil lamp, but it split again, becoming four, and there were immediately four Du Ruguis.

Then four became eight, and eight became sixteen.

Soon, Du Rugui's figure was everywhere around.

That's something else; one person can be worth a million soldiers.

"Huang Er, are you telling the truth? Am I really an evil spirit?"

Countless Du Rugui spoke in unison, their voices deafening. Yet, they spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping, creating an eerie and unsettling effect that made listeners feel a sense of unease, as if they wanted to become Du Rugui themselves.

"What a bizarre ability! And you still say you're not evil!"

The brass oil lamp cried out, "Let this lamp shine on you, and I'll immediately reveal your true form."

As it spoke, it transformed back to its original form.

The Nine Netherworld Lamp illuminates all directions.

Under the glow of that pitch-black ghost fire.

Du Rugui's figure became incredibly eerie, blurry, and distorted, interspersed with some strange symbols.

"It's a supernatural power!"

Chen Huangpi understood the meaning of the strange symbol at a glance.

A supernatural power that includes even numbers.

As long as Du Rugui's mind can withstand it, he can continuously split himself into different parts, each of which is himself.

Even if he dies, it will not affect his essence.

This is the innate supernatural power of the first generation of beings in the underworld.

And those eerie abilities of overlapping sounds.

That is indeed an evil force.

The brass oil lamp clicked its tongue in amazement: "If we classify you according to the standards of cultivators, Old Man Du, you are now just an ordinary evil being. But you have no lifespan limit. If you are given enough time, you will become more and more powerful."

"And then there's your ability to create clones."

"This is practically the only way to survive!"

At this moment, Du Rugui also realized his problem.

He looked at countless versions of himself, hesitated for a moment, and then took a step toward one of them.

The same applies to the clone.

In the blink of an eye, all the clones were merging.

Ultimately, they merged into one.

"I am no longer human."

Du Rugui said bitterly, "A being from the underworld wearing human skin, and an evil one at that. I only know that outcasts can be like this. Could it be that I have become an outcast myself?"

"Try to think more positively."

The brass oil lamp patted Du Rugui on the shoulder: "You old rascal, you can create countless versions of yourself. If all these clones could cultivate, becoming an immortal wouldn't be too difficult."

"Think about it, if ten thousand of you cultivate at the same time, even a pig could be piled up and become an immortal, right?"

"Heh, what do you know?"

Du Rugui shook his head dejectedly: "You only say this because it doesn't happen to you. If you were to be divided into countless parts, would you still be able to say such sarcastic things?"

"Hey, this lamp really has been divided into countless parts."

The brass oil lamp changed the subject, grinning mischievously at Chen Huangpi: "Family member, since this old fellow doesn't like this, why not plant him back in the Yellow Springs Yin Soil? Maybe he can be washed out with other abilities."

"For example, it splits into three versions of itself at once."

"Huang Er, be serious."

Chen Huangpi was helpless and said to Du Rugui, "Old man Du, if you want to be a human, you can. After I master reincarnation, I will kill you with one sword and send you to be reincarnated."

"When the time comes, we'll let you be reincarnated into the Du family."

"So you're still a member of the Du family."

"Do you agree?"

"It's both good and bad."

Du Rugui sighed: "I am the ancestor of the Du family. If I were to be reborn into the Du family, wouldn't I be becoming my own grandson?"

"Never mind, it's just splitting into two, it's just an evil thing."

"As long as I am still an old man, it is not unacceptable."

With this in mind, Du Rugui stopped worrying about his own problems.

He didn't feel like he had any thoughts of eating people.

However, there was a feeling that his current state was not complete, as if something was missing.

Or perhaps, the person you are now is not the final state you will ever be.

For example.

If my final state is a painting.

So, the person you are now is like an unfinished draft.

Du Rugui was startled by his own thoughts, feeling as if he had become an evil being, a bizarre creature from the underworld, and even his thinking had been skewed.

So he straightened up and pointed to the sky, saying, "I have no cultivation now, Chen Huangpi, I'll have to trouble you to send me back."

"As for the matter of Tang Valley..."

At this point, Du Rugui frowned and said, "My elder brother has been studying the Great Sun. Perhaps he can give an answer: he is insane, sometimes lucid and sometimes mad. I wonder what his condition will be when we go back this time."

Why did he go mad?

"I don't know. Perhaps he's discovered something extraordinary, but he never told me when he was lucid. He only said that the Divine Calculation Technique could help him." (End of Chapter)