Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

At this moment, Chen Huangpi's heart was filled with murderous intent.

He wanted to give Yi Qingzhou a good scolding.

But I haven't figured out how to curse.

He could understand some of Yi Qingzhou's ideas, but he didn't understand the significance of doing so.

Many things seemed incredibly simple to him.

It's not a big deal at all.

But for Yi Qingzhou, it became an insurmountable knot in his heart.

The brass oil lamp beside it remained silent.

Because it saw something.

Seeing that Chen Huangpi agreed, Yi Qingzhou said calmly, "The way to go to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is very simple. The Tongtian Jianmu tree can take you directly to any place. The passage between Ganyuan and Tanggu back then was just like that."

"Gan Yuan is Yin."

"Tanggu is Yang."

"The Jianmu tree, which reaches to the heavens, carries yin and embraces yang; yin and yang intersect, thus encompassing all things."

Upon hearing the words "Tongtian Jianmu" (a type of ancient Chinese tree), I realized that...

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Tang Valley has been destroyed, and the Tongtian Jianmu (a type of ancient Chinese tree) has also been destroyed. Is there another Tongtian Jianmu in the world?"

He did know that there used to be a Jianmu tree at Jingxian Temple.

But it is actually a subtree.

It does not reach the level of "reaching the heavens".

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi reached out and slapped the Soul-Hooking Book.

A pitch-black coffin appeared in front of them in an instant.

This coffin was made from the remains of the Jianmu tree after it died.

Chen Huangpi said, "This is a coffin made of Jianmu wood. Can it help me travel to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty?"

"No, and we can't."

Yi Qingzhou's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He reached out and touched the coffin, and the Heavenly Pardon Register written on the coffin lit up repeatedly.

This coffin is neither a magical artifact nor a magical implement.

It's just a coffin.

It is extraordinary because of its material and miraculous because of the imperial edict.

Yi Qingzhou said, "This coffin has nothing to do with the Jianmu tree anymore, even less than the hawthorn tree. However, the Jianmu tree that once reached the heavens was extremely famous in the Xuanzhen Dao world."

"Many powerful beings use the branches they drop to forge magical artifacts."

"Those things are full of life, they are indestructible and indestructible."

"If you can find it, you can use your essence to revive it briefly, and then you can directly access the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

Hear this.

Chen Huangpi asked, "The Xuanzhen Dao Realm is shrouded in mystery, like finding a needle in a haystack. How can we find it?"

"This is neither difficult nor difficult."

Yi Qingzhou replied, "Golden Horn and Silver Horn, those brothers used to gnaw on the bark of the Jianmu tree, and they never learned their lesson. The abbot was furious and ordered that chains be made of Shoushan copper and that they be chained to the entrance of the Sutra Repository as punishment."

"The children of Di Ting are born with extraordinary abilities; with them around, they can be found even at the ends of the earth."

"But the Ten Thousand Mountains are sealed off, and the Golden Horn and Silver Horn..."

At this point, Chen Huangpi couldn't continue.

Because he saw the strange look in Yi Qingzhou's eyes.

A thought popped into my mind.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn have always been restless creatures.

Could they have escaped from the Hundred Thousand Mountains?
Otherwise, why would Yi Qingzhou suddenly bring it up?

"That's exactly what you think."

Yi Qingzhou stared at Chen Huangpi and said, "I have already told you what you want to know. These things can be told to outsiders, but what follows must be known only to heaven, earth, you, and me."

After saying that, Yi Qingzhou coldly glanced at a certain spot.

In that unseen, extremely far place.

One of the beings was startled and immediately concealed its aura even more deeply.

I am in my own little world.

Moreover, there was a large array outside to conceal them, and within the array, there were layers upon layers of heaven and earth. It was truly terrifying that Yi Qingzhou could still sense him.

"Certainly!"

Yi Qingzhou's words became law.

The torrential rain was instantly frozen in place.

Every raindrop seemed to hang suspended in the air, and time itself seemed to be frozen in place.

Chen Huangpi was puzzled: "Master's disguise is also outside the world. What do you want to tell me that makes you so cautious?"

"Those are two different things."

Yi Qingzhou shook his head and said, "The abbot is now doing something that no one has ever dared to think of or do since ancient times. He has to block those thieves in the past and block that thing outside the boundary in the present. He no longer has the energy to watch you."

"That's why I came out to tell you all this."

At this point, Yi Qingzhou took a deep breath, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, and plunged his hands directly into his brow, causing blood to gush out. He had actually torn his own head open.

And inside his head.

It was covered with a layer of golden substance that looked like flowing light.

Chen Huangpi's eyelids twitched wildly: "This is..."

"The Divine Nail of Taixu".

Yi Qingzhou snarled, "For over ten thousand years, this thing has been buzzing in my head all the time, driving me to the brink of collapse. Chen Daoxing, that traitor, he's an idiot!"

"He thought this thing was transformed from the external evil of Taixu, and that he could use it to immobilize the disciples of Jingxian Temple, so that even if we died, we would not be able to send the message back to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

"He did it."

"But he was also deceived."

"This damn thing is a tumor that was spit out by that outline outside the boundary."

Yi Qingzhou couldn't help but look up at the sky, gritting his teeth as he said, "The Abbot said I would be resurrected after the upheaval of heaven and earth ends, but at that time, the universe will be reversed, and yin and yang and the five elements will have to be reset... Abbot..."

Was the abbot still alive then?

"The old thieves will come along the river of time. All beings that have been corrupted by the Taixu Divine Nail will become the shells prepared for those thieves, allowing them to gain an edge at every step."

"Among myself and my fellow disciples, how many of us will be resurrected and still be ourselves?"

Yi Qingzhou stared coldly at Chen Huangpi: "When the time comes, if we attack you, will you be able to tell who we are?"

Once the cataclysmic changes in the world end, those who are resurrected through evil will be recognized.

That's equivalent to ruining the roster.

Even Huang Tian couldn't immediately tell whether it was real or fake.

He is very talented.

He dared not gamble that he wouldn't be possessed.

"Chen Daoxing doesn't know?"

"That idiot certainly wouldn't know!"

When Yi Qingzhou mentioned Chen Daoxing, he wished he could devour his flesh and drink his blood.

This hatred is something Chen Huangpi can never understand.

The master preached the Way, and Chen Daoxing taught him the skills.

The teacher precedes the path, and the practitioner follows the path.

Many of the Taoists at Jingxian Temple were personally taught by Chen Daoxing.

Before Chen Daoxing embarked on that path.

He was indeed the most dedicated and responsible senior brother.

He's half a senior brother and half a mentor.

Once they make a move, it's a resolute betrayal, a decision to never look back, even at the cost of their lives.

How could Yi Qingzhou not hate him!
But for more than 10,000 years, he has been tormented by the Taixu Divine Nail, sometimes to the point that he can no longer recognize himself, and the scene of his death keeps replaying in his mind.

But then, scenes of the deep bond between the brothers from back then came up again.

This interplay of good and evil, joy and anger, tormented Yi Qingzhou to no end.

In this torment.

Yi Qingzhou gradually realized something.

That is, Chen Daoxing is a fool. He thinks he can succeed on that path, become one with the Dao after the world changes, and then prove to the abbot and the Daoists of Jingxian Temple that he is right.

He even thought that this would revive the Taoist priests of Jingxian Temple.

Little did he know, he had been utterly deceived from the very beginning.

Everything those old thieves said was true.

Yet, not a single word of the malicious information was mentioned.

Back then, Chen Daoxing had only stepped one foot into a level close to the Dao. How could he possibly outmaneuver those once incredibly powerful thief masters who had even severed their own paths? Not to mention, those thief masters seemed to have been tainted by the outlines of that world.

"Chen Huangpi! Remember this!"

Yi Qingzhou's face was contorted, blood streaming down his face. He gripped Chen Huangpi's shoulders tightly, his voice dripping with blood, each word like a sob, a mournful wail that sounded like both a human and a ghost: "Don't leave everything to the Abbot."

"Don't expect him to arrange everything perfectly for you."

"He's old, he has a lot to do, and his opponents are more formidable than you think."

"You are neither an infant in swaddling clothes nor a sheep in a sheepfold."

“You were born extraordinary; you were born a true immortal.”

"You have to be ruthless and decisive enough."

"In the future, if you see anyone with the Taixu Divine Nail in their mind, no matter who it is, do not hesitate or show mercy. Before the changes in heaven and earth end, you must kill them and annihilate their souls!"

"Your fellow disciples at Jingxian Temple won't blame you. You can't afford to gamble, and you can't afford to lose!"

When Yi Qingzhou said his last sentence, he almost shouted it out with all his might.

The cataclysmic changes in the heavens and earth came to an end, and the Yellow Heaven Era began.

The Celestial Era will disappear forever.

The abbot died along with the heavens.

That moment was a time of great chaos.

Even the abbot couldn't predict what might happen.

Ten thousand mountains, eighteen thousand years.

The abbot has indeed aged a lot.

Yi Qingzhou knew very well that the abbot might have some other tricks up his sleeve, but by then it would be Chen Huangpi's problem.

As for their disciples...

Even if they are truly resurrected, as long as one of them is possessed by the thief, they will still be vulnerable.

These will become huge hidden dangers.

Yi Qingzhou didn't want to leave any hidden dangers, and he knew that Chen Huangpi was loyal and devoted to him.

He knows it too.

When that time really comes, Chen Huangpi might not be able to bring himself to do it.

There were also other fellow disciples.

For example, Xu Qingshan...

Anyone would have made the same decision.

He just wanted to come out and tell Chen Huangpi, "Go ahead and kill him, no one will blame you."

He wanted to eliminate the potential threat himself.

We will not give those thieves any chance.

"So, this is the real reason you want me to kill you."

Chen Huangpi took a deep breath, gripped the Void-Piercing Divine Sword tightly, and said, "You used to be like this, always saying bad things first, and never revealing your true feelings until the very end."

"I'm asking you, where is your mother?"

Have you ever thought about how heartbroken and sad she would be if she knew you were doing this?

"I can't even bear to think about it for a moment..."

Yi Qingzhou closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

He left a letter home.

The book details the self-blame and regret he has felt over the years.

Even a prodigal son can return home.

But this unfilial son of his will will never be able to fulfill his filial duties in this lifetime.

Some things, once you've made a wrong move, there's no going back.

"I understand."

Chen Huangpi said softly, "I will kill you, take your head and your family letter to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, and to my other senior brothers. They may never be able to return either."

"But I have seen their life tablets."

“I remember their names and their faces.”

"I will go home and visit them on their behalf."

"Thank you, Chen Huangpi, no, junior brother."

Yi Qingzhou laughed and said, "I have nothing to teach you. The methods of Jingxian Temple are not suitable for you. You have your own methods and your own path. However, since Taiyizi taught you the technique of 'I observe my sword as if I observe myself'..."

"Then I, as your elder brother, cannot be stingy."

"Is the swordsmanship of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion really weaker than the swordsmanship of the Tai Sui Sect?"

Give me your Void-Piercing Divine Sword.

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi handed over the Void-Piercing Divine Sword without hesitation.

This sword, however, shows no gratitude to who forged it in the past.

It was held in Yi Qingzhou's hand, emitting a violent sword cry.

The countless eyes on the sword's surface were all raging.

Its gaping maw seemed poised to swallow Yi Qingzhou whole.

"It is truly a demonic sword."

"It's a divine sword!"

"Alright, it's a divine sword it is. Anyway, it's your sword, you decide what to do with it."

Yi Qingzhou gently stroked the sword. He was only a True Immortal for a day, so it was meaningless for him to infuse it with immortal energy. Therefore, he only repaired the nicks that had been damaged during the sword fight, making its internal structure more stable.

Then, he narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, he pointed his sword finger hard at the blade.

Clang!
The Void-Piercing Divine Sword, which had been raging and trembling, suddenly straightened up, and then all its aura disappeared.

It seemed that Yi Qingzhou's finger strike had directly knocked out the will of the Void Divine Sword.

The secrets of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

The technique of forging a life-sustaining sword with the foundation of the Dao was deeply imprinted on the Void-Piercing Divine Sword.

In the future, Chen Huangpi will only need to experience it to learn.

This secret technique is absolutely brilliant.

There was no turning back from the moment the sword was drawn.

After a single sword strike, if the opponent doesn't die, the swordsman will either perish or his own cultivation will collapse.

It was with this move that Yi Qingzhou, at the True Immortal realm, defied the Dao and forcefully injured Chen Daoxing, whose power was so great that it inspired despair.

"It's happened here."

"If that's the case, then please cut off my head."

Yi Qingzhou flipped the Void-Piercing Divine Sword in his hand, with the blade facing himself and the hilt facing Chen Huangpi.

At this moment, the immortal aura emanating from Yi Qingzhou was already showing signs of dissipating.

The day-old immortal met his end.

Chen Huangpi gripped the Void-Piercing Divine Sword and whispered, "Senior Brother, may you have a safe journey."

After saying that, his expression instantly turned icy cold.

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword erupted with an incomparably scorching light.

next second.

The sword light flashed across Yi Qingzhou's neck and shot straight into the sky.

With Chen Huangpi's strength, he couldn't kill a true immortal.

However, Yi Qingzhou sealed a secret technique within this sword, a technique for forging a life-sustaining sword with one's Dao foundation.

In reality, he killed himself.

From now on, if Chen Huangpi wants to use this move, he will really have to learn it himself.

The bodies were separated.

Black mist slowly rose from the corpse.

Because his body was inherently malevolent.

His head then fell downwards.

Coincidentally, his head still retained a human-like appearance.

His eyes were wide open, reflecting the entire world.

His soul and consciousness were gradually collapsing.

The Taixu Divine Nail within the primordial spirit was now emitting a sharp cry.

The host it parasitizes is already dead.

It wants to break away from this subject.

Otherwise, it will also dissipate along with it.

And this behavior.

This also caused countless images to surge into Yi Qingzhou's consciousness.

It was like a fleeting glimpse of a lantern.

It was as if he saw his entire life reflected in the past.

From the moment he was killed, more than ten thousand years passed by the Burial of Gods, and we arrived at the time when the Ten Thousand Mountains created gods.

"Old Yi, you're such a stubborn guy."

"You were so determined when you came to the Ten Thousand Mountains, but now you want to go back to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. The Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is about to close itself off. Aren't you just dreaming?"

"Besides, aren't you and your mother very estranged?"

These words were spoken by Xu Qingshan and Bai Qiuxian, who spent all their time with him.

Those two were also close friends he met when he became a disciple of the abbot.

"We've all become immortals, but if we still have to cultivate diligently after becoming immortals, wouldn't that be a pointless cultivation?"

"Immortals have already achieved longevity, and we are under the tutelage of the abbot. As long as we don't cause trouble, is there anyone who might dislike us and want to kill us?"

"Even the abbot didn't say anything, but our senior brother keeps nagging us for being disappointing. Fine, let's cultivate. We'll just have to reach the level of a true immortal to make up for it."

All three were quite talented, but none of them had any ambition to go any further.

In the eyes of others, they were three people who were truly out of place and wasted their talents.

Yi Qingzhou was no exception.

If he had cultivated the way of the sword, he would have already become a true immortal and achieved great success.

But he just didn't want to touch the sword at all.

Yi Qingzhou's consciousness was somewhat hazy, and the memories of how she met Xu Qingshan were becoming blurred.

Instead, there was the much earlier era of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

"Qingzhou, you are a born swordsmanship genius."

"The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion will be handed over to you in the future."

"Why don't you like swordsmanship?" "Why should I like it? Why do you all make me practice swordsmanship? From childhood to adulthood, has anyone ever asked me if I like it? Mother, in your eyes, am I your child or a child of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?"

“I was labeled from birth, but my name is Yi Qingzhou, not sword genius.”

"Father was also a sword genius, but what about him? What else did he have besides a sword? Has he cared for us, mother and son, all these years?"

"I don't want to be a kendo genius."

"I'm going to be myself, and I'm absolutely not going to practice that bullshit swordsmanship!"

"I, Yi Qingzhou, betray the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion today!"

"Even if I die, I will never turn back!"

Yi Qingzhou was incredibly resolute and rebellious back then, vowing that he would never go back, even if it meant death, and he would never practice that damned sword path.

But before he died.

All those oaths made are null and void.

He had never practiced swordsmanship, yet he became a sword immortal before his death, and fought Chen Huangpi with swords.

He would rather die than turn back.

His only wish before he died was to ask Chen Huangpi to send his head back to Wanjian Pavilion.

From leaving the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to this moment before his death.

It has been 23,482 years in total.

Yi Qingzhou's memory became incredibly clear.

But the mother's face flickered between light and shadow.

It remains blurry and unclear.

Yi Qingzhou's consciousness seemed to transform into an individual, returning to the past, staring blankly at this scene.

This scene was taken when he was ten years old.

The mother, carrying a wooden sword, was patiently teaching Yi Qingzhou how to practice swordsmanship.

As for the father.

Yi Qingzhou had only met him two or three times in his life.

He was indeed a swordsmanship genius, but also a madman who, in the end, only had eyes for the sword.

He was the person he hated most in his life.

Second only to Chen Daoxing.

There was a bang.

The wooden sword in Yi Qingzhou's hand fell to the ground.

The mother frowned slightly and asked, "Qingzhou, why can't you always grip the sword firmly?"

"I do not like."

"Don't you like this wooden sword?"

The mother said helplessly, "You are still young, and this is the time to lay a foundation. Swordsmanship is more important than cultivation. A wooden sword is no worse than a magic sword. Although it is simple and unadorned, it is the most suitable for you."

"No, I don't like magic swords either."

Yi Qingzhou clenched his fists and stubbornly said, "I don't like any swords, Mother. I don't want to practice swordsmanship or cultivate the way of the sword."

"say no more……"

"Please, please stop talking."

However, how could he, as a child, possibly hear Yi Qingzhou's low growl from the future?

Young Yi Qingzhou angrily retorted, "If Mother gave birth to me so that I could practice swordsmanship, then why did she give birth to me in the first place? Does the Myriad Swords Pavilion really need another so-called swordsmanship genius like me?"

After saying that, he turned and left without hesitation.

No matter how her mother called, she refused to turn around.

After a long time.

The mother stood there, her face filled with sorrow. She picked up the wooden sword from the ground, carefully wiped it clean, and then placed it on the sword rack beside her.

Watching her mother's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

Yi Qingzhou stepped forward and stared blankly at the wooden sword.

This wooden sword is indeed very ordinary.

But it was no ordinary sword for the mother, because it was the first sword she practiced swordsmanship with when she was young.

It was passed to Yi Qingzhou.

It can be said that it embodies his mother's expectations and love.

However, Yi Qingzhou only learned of this much later, after he had betrayed the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

The surrounding scenery is breaking apart and becoming blurry.

"don't want!!!!"

Yi Qingzhou was filled with fear and stepped forward to grab the wooden sword.

He was afraid the wooden sword would disappear.

With his abilities, he could still do this even after death, when his consciousness, soul, and true form were on the verge of dissipating.

So he grasped the wooden sword.

Then look around.

The surrounding scenery reverted to an earlier state.

That was when Yi Qingzhou had just learned to walk, taking her first unsteady steps, but running faster and faster.

"Slow down, slow down."

"Mother, you can't catch up with your child."

His mother was a sword immortal, so how could she not catch up? She was just playing along with the child.

But Yi Qingzhou was in pursuit.

But no matter what, he couldn't catch up.

Gradually, even these scenes began to crumble.

Images began to appear one after another.

All sorts of memories came flooding back.

However, no matter what, Yi Qingzhou could not see his mother's face clearly.

until……

Until those images are replaced by nothingness.

Yi Qingzhou was surrounded by darkness.

Only him, and the wooden sword in his hand.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Time lost its meaning at this moment.

Yi Qingzhou stared blankly at the wooden sword in his hand. He was somewhat agitated and manic, with an impulse to destroy everything.

He just wanted to see his mother's face clearly.

But they could not get what they wanted.

"This is my evil, this is my evil."

Yi Qingzhou covered his face with one hand, his voice and tears seeping through his fingers: "I regret not knowing what I was doing back then, I should have done it right. Mother, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."

"God, please give me a chance to repent."

People often only realize what they've lost when they lose it.

Only those who have experienced that pain can truly understand it.

Those past mistakes are what leave an indelible mark, causing endless self-torture day and night.

Yi Qingzhou was wailing.

He was pleading, begging God to give him a chance to repent.

He dropped the wooden sword in his hand and kept kowtowing.

But Heaven will not respond to him.

All that answered him was this endless nothingness.

And, a loving voice.

"Qingzhou, why can't you always grip the sword firmly?"

The instant that sound rang out.

Yi Qingzhou froze. He looked up and saw a figure walking towards him from the darkness.

She was a woman in her thirties.

"Mother..."

Yi Qingzhou's voice trembled, and his whole body shook.

He watched his mother walk towards him step by step.

He walked up to me, picked up the wooden sword again, and handed it to me.

"Mother, I was wrong."

Yi Qingzhou wept uncontrollably: "I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."

"it does not matter."

The mother lovingly wiped away Yi Qingzhou's tears and whispered, "I didn't give birth to you to be a sword genius or the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. It's just that you are my child, so I want to give you the best of everything."

"Grip your sword tightly."

“It’s fine if you don’t practice swordsmanship, but you’ve always been stubborn. Without a sword in your hand, you’ll suffer.”

"The way of the sword is not something inconvenient."

"Protecting the Way and preserving oneself is also the true meaning of the sword."

Listening to my mother's words.

This time, Yi Qingzhou gripped the wooden sword tightly in his hand.

Grip it tightly, never to let go again.

At the same time, he also saw his mother's face clearly.

She was simply dressed and had a dignified appearance; she wasn't a stunning beauty, just an average-looking woman.

Similarly, there is no trace of the aura of a sword immortal.

For Yi Qingzhou, she was his mother, and only secondarily, the Sword Immortal of the Myriad Swords Pavilion.

Everything around us is changing.

It transformed into a world of swords.

……

at the same time.

For Chen Huangpi, only a moment had passed.

He killed Yi Qingzhou.

The time that had been frozen by Yi Qingzhou resumed its flow.

But that's it.

A terrifying aura emanated from Yi Qingzhou's head as he plummeted toward the ground.

A blinding sword light shot into the sky from his eyes.

A world, or rather, the prototype of a Dao fruit, has manifested.

The brass oil lamp exclaimed, "He finally killed himself and saw his mother's face. With his inner tribulation over, he achieved enlightenment and is about to ascend to heaven!"

Chen Huangpi's eyes lit up: "Is Yi Qingzhou using me to overcome his tribulation?"

The brass oil lamp said, "I don't know if he had such thoughts, but judging from the result, this kid has indeed succeeded. He is indeed a genius in swordsmanship. But in today's world, where is there any chance for him to take that step?"

The ultimate power of a true immortal is boundless.

Taking it a step further, one approaches the Tao.

See that road?

Walk firmly forward, and then transform the Tao with the Tao.

He interprets the ultimate principles of heaven and earth through his own way.

Ultimately, this forms a world, a Dao fruit.

“My family, you have also mastered the way of the sword.”

The brass oil lamp urged, "It's hard to say whether Yi Qingzhou can succeed, but his current Dao fruit is definitely the Dao of the Sword. It's just unknown which sword path he will use to achieve his Dao fruit. Watch closely, it will be beneficial to you."

Chen Huangpi naturally doesn't mind having too many tricks up his sleeve.

His eyes widened.

He even summoned the Evil Eye to see clearly Yi Qingzhou's Dao Fruit.

Below.

Yi Qingzhou's head was still falling.

But Chen Huangpi did see his Dao fruition: a sword that separates life and death, life and death transform into Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang transform into the Five Elements, and the Five Elements form Heaven and Earth.

It perfectly matched the secret technique his mother had passed down to him.

Forge the sword of destiny with the foundation of the Dao, and draw the sword to determine life and death!

However, there were no unusual phenomena in the sky.

The cataclysmic changes in the world have reached their final stage. The heavens are dead, and there is not even a trace of spiritual energy left in the human world. Where are the myriad acres of auspicious clouds to cheer for Yi Qingzhou?

"It seems that although he has taken a step forward, he will ultimately not achieve enlightenment."

"Wait a minute!!!"

Chen Huangpi exclaimed in surprise, "Huang Er, look! What is Yi Qingzhou doing? Is he going to commit suicide?"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp was utterly astonished and immediately asked Chen Huangpi for an evil eye.

Then it saw a scene that it would never believe in its entire life.

Yi Qingzhou was dressed in white and held a wooden sword.

The Dao Fruit, containing endless mysteries of swordsmanship, manifested above his head.

It was as if I could see dried tangerine peel and a brass oil lamp.

Yi Qingzhou smiled nonchalantly: "I need to trouble you with one more thing. Please take this fruit with you as well."

Having said that, he casually slashed with the wooden sword in his hand.

The Dao Fruit, which was already in its nascent form, was directly severed.

And all of this is just what happened from the perspective of the Evil Eye.

In reality.

Yi Qingzhou's eyes only emitted countless sword lights.

The sword light surged into his sinister body, and then, incredible changes occurred.

That body transformed into a sword sheath.

It embodies the Dao fruit he attained at this moment.

And that aura, which was almost like the Dao, instantly vanished.

Yi Qingzhou slowly closed her eyes.

But he saw much more.

He saw his childhood self, when he was only four or five years old, running around in the valley of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion with a wooden sword in his hand.

The valley was filled with blooming flowers.

Wherever he went, his wooden sword flashed, and not a single flower could escape its fate.

At the same time, he also realized something else.

It is different from the way of the sword, yet it is derived from the way of the sword.

He leaped into the air, becoming one with his sword, and transformed into a crystal-clear, mystical butterfly.

Dance with the wind, move with the waves.

It truly is as if a light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains.

……

And in that capital city.

In the deepest part of that muddy alley, in that world that ordinary people cannot see.

Inside the tomb of the gods, on the altar.

The heretic slowly extended his hand, and a strange butterfly flew out of the darkness, fluttering and swirling around his fingertips.

Those who are deeply attached to something will inevitably be trapped by it.

"Cultivating the Way clarifies oneself; cultivating the Way clarifies the mind."

"Cultivating the Tao is not about letting go of attachments."

"Only by letting go of your obsessions can you see more and truly let go of them."

"A single thought arises, and a single thought is born."

Even a stubborn person who turns back is still a fool.

The evil Taoist waved his hand and threw the butterfly into the coffin behind him, the original coffin used to store Yi Qingzhou's body.

It is still playing its original role.

The heretic did not tell Yi Qingzhou.

In fact, the mother who spoke to him in his memory was not his inner turmoil.

That was his mother.

It was a glimmer of inspiration left over from when Yi Qingzhou's mother found him and asked him to take Yi Qingzhou as her disciple.

“My child is a stubborn one. He argues with himself and fights with himself. He will definitely cause you trouble in the future. I’m keeping this little bit of wisdom with you. It will definitely come in handy someday.”

These are the exact words of Yi Qingzhou's mother from back then.

The evil Taoist's eyes were somewhat dazed. Back then, he wasn't very familiar with Yi Qingzhou's mother, but he had a relationship with Yi Qingzhou's father.

Both of them are sincere people.

This child is different, though.

A born stubborn person.

And he, too, had a stubborn disciple.

He appears carefree and easygoing, but in reality, he is even more stubborn than Yi Qingzhou, only in different ways, and in essence, he is not much better.

Times have changed.

The heretic had many thoughts on this.

After all, he's a parent now.

"Guangmu, bring me that Taoist robe."

As soon as the words were spoken, a colossal god emerged from the darkness, with a huge vertical eye in each of his palms.

It was none other than the Supreme God of Wide Vision.

This darkness is endless, and it seems to conceal even more strange beings.

Including Yi Qingzhou, there are a total of 2,999.

They all started out as true immortals.

Some of them are even stronger than Yi Qingzhou is now.

At this moment, the God of Wide Eyes was holding a folded Taoist robe in his hands.

The robe was entirely black, with patterns embroidered in gold thread, making it look extremely luxurious.

This Taoist robe belongs to a heretical person.

Or rather, it was prepared by the master when Chen Huangpi was very young.

Chen Huangpi was too young to wear it, so it hadn't been taken out yet.

Chen Huangpi is now sixteen years old.

Its body has grown up.

A perfectly handsome young man can't be dressed in that tattered Taoist robe all the time.

It's time for a change of clothes. (End of Chapter)