Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

"So, is Yi Qingzhou really dead?"

"I don't know, but one cannot approach the Dao in the mortal realm, and he even severed his Dao fruit to turn his body into a sword sheath, which could not withstand the collapse of the Dao."

The brass oil lamp held Yi Qingzhou's head and brought it to Chen Huangpi.

It was once an existence that was almost like the Tao.

I know how incredible Yi Qingzhou's final moments were.

If it weren't for the fact that there isn't a trace of spiritual energy in the human world.

If it weren't for the impending end of the cataclysmic change in the world...

If this person wasn't just a one-day immortal.

It is truly possible to ascend to the heavens in one step and reach a level close to the Dao.

but no matter.

From the moment Yi Qingzhou severed his Dao Fruit, he could be considered to be half a step closer to the Dao.

He reached the level of his second senior brother, Meng Qiuhe, more than 10,000 years ago.

Chen Huangpi still looked somewhat disappointed.

The brass oil lamp grinned and said, "Don't even think about it. This kid's Dao Fruit was only in its nascent stage when he was killed. No matter what, he has no chance of making amends."

Looking at the sword sheath in his hand, Chen Huangpi couldn't help but ask, "Huang Er, if this person wants to survive after the collapse of the Dao, is there any other way?"

There's absolutely nothing we can do.

The brass oil lamp pointed at the sword sheath and said, "This thing is Yi Qingzhou's body and his Dao fruit transformed into. If you are willing, you can use it to follow his path."

"Although the upper limit is locked, it will always be only half a step away from the Dao."

"This item represents the end for Yi Qingzhou."

"Unless this kid really defies the heavens and, after severing his Dao Fruit, re-forms it during the Dao Collapse, thus expounding his understanding of the Dao in another form, there is absolutely no possibility."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi realized that he might be overthinking things.

Yi Qingzhou is indeed a genius.

However, he wasn't particularly interested in cultivation, and among the Taoists at Jingxian Temple, he was only ranked in the middle to lower ranks.

There are many disciples who are even more capable and diligent in their practice than he is.

Yi Qingzhou's ability to step into what is almost the Dao can be explained by chance.

He entered this realm twice in a row.

That's simply unacceptable.

Unless he gained some immense benefit during the years he transformed into an evil entity and was buried in the Ten Thousand Mountains, it is absolutely impossible.

As for that period of time.

Chen Huangpi certainly knew this very well.

As the core of the formation, it merely draws in the deathly energy of the heavens.

and many more……

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi suddenly felt a little lost.

He asked the brass oil lamp, "Huang Er, what is the Azure Sky Death Qi used for?"

"do not know."

"Is it genuine ignorance, or feigned ignorance?"

“Family member, although I often lie to you, I really didn’t this time.”

Holding Yi Qingzhou's head, the brass oil lamp protested, "I've never even seen that thing called Cangtian, and its death aura didn't affect me. Who besides the abbot knows what it's for?"

"I'm afraid even those disciples don't know."

The brass oil lamp wasn't lying.

There was no one who knew but deliberately kept quiet.

It is one of the nine treasures and a key element of the formation. However, in its memory, apart from half of its power being transformed into countless clones to suppress the old temple and the other half being transformed into ten Nine Netherworld Lamps to create gods in the underworld, it was really not used in any other way.

It even has a strange feel to it.

That is, the heavens may not be in the old view.

Otherwise, why was it that he never discovered the existence of the heavens from beginning to end?
"Forget it, if you can't figure it out, then don't think about it anymore."

The brass oil lamp tossed Yi Qingzhou's head to Chen Huangpi: "Here, keep this stubborn bastard's head safe. We'll bring it to his mother when we go to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

"I know."

Chen Huangpi held Yi Qingzhou's head in his hands, thought for a moment, and then blew on it.

Whoosh.

Yi Qingzhou's head was instantly frozen solid.

Although it is clear that the head of a true immortal cannot be corrupted.

But it wouldn't be good if it got into the Soul-Hooking Book and bumped into other things.

As for the Taixu Divine Nail, he didn't find it; it must have dissipated with Yi Qingzhou's death.

"Ah Gui, keep a close eye on things."

Chen Huangpi instructed, "Make sure to reserve a good spot for my senior brother's head in the Soul-Catching Book."

"Yes, Master."

The relationship between the vengeful spirit and its father was not very harmonious.

But it's definitely not up to Yi Qingzhou's level.

Therefore, while it felt sorry for Yi Qingzhou, it also disapproved of his behavior of dying without ever seeing his mother.

However, this doesn't stop it from taking it seriously.

"And this scabbard."

Chen Huangpi gripped the scabbard, the Void-Piercing Divine Sword humming around him.

The brass oil lamp said, "What, you want to follow Yi Qingzhou's path? To ascend to heaven in one step, and be half a step closer to the Dao?"

Why would I follow his path?

Chen Huangpi shook his head and said, "The way of the sword is based on me. He is the one who is following my path. Although I don't know exactly what my path is, I am going to become the master of the path in the future. How can I stop here?"

"So what do you plan to do with this scabbard?"

The brass oil lamp said curiously, "After using this scabbard, I estimate that it will reach the level of Yi Qingzhou in his lifetime within a few years. Even before the cataclysmic changes in the world, it would have been a truly valuable item!"

While some of these treasures are indeed incredibly powerful.

They can truly rival beings that are close to the Dao. Powerful weapons like Dongzhen and Jiuli Bell are even more formidable than ordinary beings that are close to the Dao.

Of course, it also depends on who the opponent is, or who is in control.

As for cultivation level, that's something that can't be achieved through external forces.

Cultivating based on popularity doesn't count; that's not the true path.

Therefore, this thing that can take you half a step closer to the Dao, which looks like a sword sheath but is actually the prototype of the Dao Fruit, is truly extremely heaven-defying. It's only because Yi Qingzhou is such a stubborn person that he insisted on cutting it off himself; otherwise, where in the world would such a thing exist?

"Xiao Yizi gave us this thing, it must be as a reward for our hard work."

The brass oil lamp tempted, "If you ask me, give it to Ah Gui. Ah Gui is reliable, and his half-step approach to enlightenment is no weaker than his father's."

Chen Huangpi remained noncommittal and asked, "Agui, would you like this scabbard?"

"No."

"Giving it to the Fox Mountain God wouldn't be bad either. It's even better at shirking responsibility than Yi Qingzhou, and it gets a huge advantage with the Half-Step Close Path."

"You see, it doesn't speak, so that means it agrees."

Upon hearing this, the Fox Mountain God became anxious and poked his head out of the Soul-Catching Book, saying, "Huang Er, you are truly shameless. I don't want the Half-Step Close Path. Even if I am weak, I am still someone else's relic."

"It needs to be sent back to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."

"I understand the principle of respecting the dead, how can you be even more beastly than me!"

“Fox Mountain God, you’re wrong about that.”

The brass oil lamp said smugly, "I am a lamp, not even an animal. Besides, of the four of us, which one of us can be associated with an animal?"

As soon as these words came out.

Chen Huangpi's face immediately darkened.

He thought the brass oil lamp was right.

But no matter how you look at it, it sounds like a veiled insult.

Oh, I feel like I'm not even human.

That's fine.

Just then, the Ghost of Death spoke in a low voice: "Huang Er, I know what you mean, but next time you don't need to beat around the bush. It makes me want to find a chance to trick you."

The brass oil lamp grinned and said, "Anyway, we've already laid everything out on the table. Xiao Yizi is one of us. As for his sword sheath, since neither of you has any designs on it, you must have even bigger designs on it."

"But since you don't want it, then don't mention it again."

"hehe."

The vengeful spirit sneered and returned to the Book of Souls.

The fox mountain god, feeling somewhat guilty, scurried back inside.

What does it mean to have bigger ambitions?

Chen Huangpi had clearly promised him that he would become the supreme deity of all the gods in the world.

He always keeps his word.

I'm not stupid. If I can get by, why can't I aim for something closer to the Dao?

So what if I'm only halfway to the Dao? I've even served tea and water to the Dao Master!

Isn't this even closer to the Dao than being close to the Dao itself?
As for dried yellow peel.

At this moment, he was staring intently at the scabbard.

Seeing this, the brass oil lamp asked in confusion, "Master, do you really have designs on this scabbard?"

"No, it's Dongxu who has ideas."

As Chen Huangpi spoke, he reached out and made a gesture that reached into the void.

The latter swept past, leaving trails of afterimages in its wake.

Buzz! ! ! !

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword emitted a joyful sword cry.

The brass oil lamp stared wide-eyed: "Damn it, you damn sword, you're an ingrate! You were forged by Yi Qingzhou, and he even imprinted that secret technique on you. And now you're still thinking about his legacy?"

Speaking of the word "heritage".

The brass oil lamp glanced at Chen Huangpi subconsciously.

As the saying goes, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked.

Chen Huangpi constantly boasts that the whole world belongs to him.

Could it be that this sword has also gone astray?

If that were the case.

That's not "my sword reflects my own nature," it's clearly "my sword reflects my own nature and I learn from it!"

"Huang Er, what kind of look is that?"

Chen Huangpi said unhappily, "Dongxu wants to be nurtured in the sword sheath, as if it would be of great benefit to him. He doesn't want to take Yi Qingzhou's Dao Fruit."

"You scared me! I thought you'd corrupted it."

The brass oil lamp breathed a sigh of relief. It thought to itself, the Void-Piercing Divine Sword shouldn't be so shameless.

Originally, I just wanted a scabbard.

With a clanging sound.

Chen Huangpi sheathed the Dongxu Divine Sword.

It's a bit surprising.

After the Void-Piercing Divine Sword was sheathed, it fit perfectly.

It's as if this scabbard is naturally compatible with any sword in the world.

What's even weirder is.

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword emitted a pleasant sword cry.

The aura emanating from the scabbard vanished instantly.

The brass oil lamp stared wide-eyed, only to find that even its own discerning eye could not discern anything extraordinary about it.

It was as if a divine object had been concealed, and it had truly become an ordinary scabbard and an ordinary iron sword.

If it weren't for its shamelessness...

It even wanted to transform into the shape of a sword and experience the scabbard.

And just then.

Suddenly...

A loud bang came from all around.

Boom! ! ! !

Chen Huangpi was startled and looked sharply into the distance.

There was the outline of a city there.

Now, the entire city is collapsing.

The turbid mud from the Yellow Springs surged into the sky.

The earth cracked open with fissures, like the gaping maw of some ferocious beast.

The cracks are widening and spreading incessantly.

A few breaths later, it swept past Chen Huangpi's feet.

He looked down.

Then they saw countless hideous and terrifying figures rising and falling in the turbid muddy river, which was like a torrent.

Among them were monks and gods.

"The earth dragon has turned over!!!"

The brass oil lamp said excitedly, "Hahaha, these bird gods have all turned into evil gods! Heaven has finally opened its eyes! They've finally taught these bastards a lesson!"

"wrong!!!"

Chen Huangpi frowned, grabbed the brass oil lamp, and immediately flew away into the distance.

The earth was riddled with cracks.

The mud from the underworld continued to gush out.

The entire sky was dyed a hazy, yellowish hue.

Hovering high in the sky.

Chen Huangpi stared blankly at the collapsed city below.

In the very center of this city.

There is a huge pit.

The yellow mud originally gushed out from here and came to the human world.

Furthermore, the pit is expanding.

Before long, the surrounding area will be polluted.

At the same time, he also saw a terrible evil brewing in the mud of the underworld.

That might be the city god of this city.

But now, it is an evil god.

It cannot be killed until the Yellow Springs flow backward.

"Not just here..."

The brass oil lamp exclaimed in shock, "And it's happening everywhere else too, no, to be precise, the entire Great Kang is undergoing a cataclysmic upheaval, but how is that possible...?"

Is this going to destroy the last piece of land that humanity has left to protect?

……

At this moment.

In the capital city of Dakang.

Something even more terrifying is happening.

The rain fell in torrents.

But the thunder and rain could not drown out the cries of countless people in agony and terror, as well as the screams of the gods.

The gods fell like rain.

One by one, the gods fell from the sky.

They were once part of the capital's formation, enjoying the popularity of the entire Kang Dynasty.

But now, this formation is a cage that traps them and kills them.

Because of the Great Kang Emperor who controlled this formation.

At this moment, it has transformed into something malevolent!

All the Great Kang deities who have absorbed human energy can now hear that cold, twisted voice and feel that terrifying aura.

Emperor Da Kang was not a god.

But he was the ruler of a country, and the Great Kang Dynasty had countless ordinary people.

Over the years, its accumulated popularity and profound heritage have reached an unbelievable level.

The Kang Emperor's family was the most powerful and influential in the world.

And those gods were all his other kind of servants.

Just like what happened in Xuzhou City.

Song Yuzhang, the city god of Xuzhou, practiced ancient methods that turned into evil, causing all the gods in Xuzhou to be corrupted and killed, followed by the cultivators, and then the entire city of Xuzhou became its vessel.

At that time, Song Yuzhang's origins were already at the level of calamity and evil.

Furthermore, because of his connection to the City God of Xuzhou, Chen Huangpi forcibly manipulated the Shadow of Yama with his Evil Eye and used the Killing Sword Technique to kill his will along with the city of Xuzhou.

If it were Emperor Kangxi instead.

That's a different matter altogether.

There's no comparison at all.

After all, aside from the quotas allocated to the four great families, the fate of the nation rested entirely on the shoulders of Emperor Dakang.

"Help! Help!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!!"

"His Majesty has gone mad! His Majesty has gone mad!!!"

"He's transformed into an evil entity; he's trying to drag Da Kang down with him!"

The capital of Dakang is now the safest place.

At least, no earth dragons have risen up here yet.

But at the same time.

This is also the most desperate hell.

Because no one could break out of the capital.

Death is only a matter of time.

It's only a matter of time before it turns into something evil.

One by one, the gods could not withstand that distorted pollution, and some went so far as to self-destruct.

Others wielded their knives against both monks and mortals.

"Popularity! I need popularity!!!"

"Popularity can help us persevere longer, and perhaps there is still hope of breaking through."

"Kill! Kill!"

The gods who once offered protection to mortals have now completely fallen from their pedestals, revealing their cruel and vicious nature.

This is no high and mighty deity.

They are clearly devils who devour people without spitting out the bones!
The entire Great Kang Dynasty was thrown into complete chaos at this moment.

No one knows why the Emperor of Dakang did this.

The rain fell in torrents.

The Song family patriarch stared expressionlessly at the billowing black smoke, which made the palace resemble a demonic realm.

He is the Dharmakaya here.

His true form remains in the underground tomb of the old capital.

The ancestral figures of the Li, Han, and Meng families glared at the Song family's ancestor with boundless hatred.

Their Dharma bodies are dissipating.

Because their original bodies have already been killed.

The yellow clay they each possessed also ended up in the hands of the Song family patriarch.

"Song Zhuo! You old dog!"

"You wouldn't believe it, would you? This emperor is a madman. He deceived us and made a fool of us all."

What god did he become?

"He's going to be evil!"

The Song family patriarch was treated like a dog by the Emperor of Da Kang.

The three of them were also manipulated by the Song family patriarch.

However, this also depends on favorable timing, location, and human factors.

Who could have imagined that the Song family would be so lucky? Of the fourteen cities that were massacred yesterday, the Song family only occupied 20%, thus preserving a great deal of strength.

Even so, the Song family patriarch kept it very well hidden.

From the very beginning, they did not hesitate to hide the Song family members in the underground tombs of the old capital.

He was the one who proposed the plan to create a god.

When Emperor Da Kang pushed them to the brink, they decided to band together for mutual support, and it was he who pooled the resources of four families to create the divine yellow clay.

It was also he who used this to blackmail the Emperor of Dakang.

In exchange for the remaining time, they frantically dug into the passages that led to the Yellow Springs and the Netherworld.

But in the end.

It's all just a joke.

The Song family patriarch expressionlessly twisted off the head of the Li family patriarch, and then blasted the remaining two avatars apart with a wave of his hand.

"Scream, scream, scream! What are you screaming for?"

"What's so great about three dead dogs barking?"

At this moment, the Song family patriarch was nowhere to be seen displaying the composure and strategic brilliance to challenge the Great Kang Emperor, even when faced with a seemingly insurmountable obstacle.

He said those three were dead dogs.

But at this moment, isn't he just like a dog with a broken spine?
However, there was still one thing the Song family patriarch didn't understand.

That is why the Great Kang Emperor transformed into an evil being?

The purpose of creating gods from yellow clay is precisely to achieve immortality, isn't it?

Even if you can't become an immortal, wouldn't becoming a god be more enjoyable than being an evil being?

The Song family patriarch walked towards the palace.

He wants to get things clear.

It's just a physical body anyway, and at this point, it doesn't matter if we sacrifice it.

The surrounding gods could fall like dumplings being dropped into a pot at any moment.

Divine blood flows across the earth. Gods are slaughtering mortals.

Some cultivators attempted to become gods on the spot at this moment, and also joined the ranks of those who extracted the vitality of mortals.

However, when these divine cultivators saw the Song family patriarch...

They all stopped at the same time, without prior arrangement.

The patriarch of the Song family was once the most prestigious and mysterious among the five surnames and seven prominent families.

His actual strength is unknown, and he has not made many public appearances in recent years.

But the entire Song family bears the shadow of this man.

In the past, many divine cultivators wanted to join the Song family and become the vicious dogs under the command of the Song family patriarch.

But the Song family is a top-tier aristocratic family.

Ordinary people don't even know which way the main gate of the Song family faces.

Not to mention that he had become a member of the Song family.

Now, seeing this patriarch of the Song family again...

The divine cultivators were all in an uproar.

"Ancestor Song, the Great Kang Dynasty is finished."

"His Majesty has gone mad; only you can save us."

"Please think of a way! Please come up with an idea to help us break out of the capital!"

In their eyes, the Song family patriarch is their only lifeline.

however.

The Song family patriarch didn't even glance at them.

Throughout it all, his eyes were only on that palace.

We arrived outside Zhengyang Gate.

A chilling black aura surged and soared into the sky, as terrifying as the claws of a demon.

The once vermilion-colored gate, inlaid with gold and jade, is now covered with a fuzzy texture like moss.

This gate is like an entrance to hell.

The Song family patriarch, however, was not afraid.

He walked straight in and headed towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Behind him, a huge crowd had gathered at some point.

The vast horde of cultivators and deities followed him into the former imperial palace.

They did not know the purpose of the Song family patriarch's trip.

In their opinion.

Only by following the Song family patriarch can there be a last glimmer of hope.

Perhaps the Song family patriarch has some way to kill this mad emperor.

The gates of the Hall of Mental Cultivation were tightly closed.

The palace, which was rebuilt a few months ago, has now become dilapidated.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation was also polluted.

A chilling coldness seeped out from every crack in the palace, like a tidal wave.

It seems that the palace is now alive.

Going in is a dead end.

Eee...

As the Song family patriarch pushed open the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

It was as if a long-sealed cave had been opened, and billowing black smoke rushed in, instantly polluting the Dharma body of the Song family patriarch, turning it completely black at a visible speed.

Further back, the cultivators and deities were terrified.

They are like drowning people clutching at a straw.

But in the end, they died even faster.

Countless wails rose and fell, along with a twisted, malevolent growl that was about to transform into something sinister.

And those countless pairs of desperate eyes.

The Song family patriarch entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

In the thick black smoke.

A tall figure appeared and disappeared.

At the same time, that cold, ruthless, cruel, and sinister gaze was fixed on the face of the Song family patriarch.

"I wondered who had come; it turned out to be Song Zhuo, the ancestor of the Song family."

The voice was incredibly hoarse, as if it were suppressing immense pain.

But that was the voice of the Great Kang Emperor.

The Song family patriarch calmly said, "Your Majesty's methods are truly remarkable. I admire them, and I have no choice but to admire them. Your Majesty uses the entire Great Kang Dynasty as a chessboard and employs all sorts of inhuman methods as pieces. This earth-shattering strategy is truly terrifying."

"Chen Yi must be His Majesty's man."

"When was it, the moment you became a bodyguard?"

The Dark Guard is an evil entity that maintains its sanity.

Because of the existence of the Seven Aperture Soul-Suppressing Nails.

The mother nail, however, was always kept in the hands of the Great Kang Emperor.

Emperor Dakang could use this to know all the thoughts of these secret guards.

The Song family patriarch was well aware of this.

However, when he sent Chen Yi and others to spy for the Emperor of Da Kang, he had already thought of a solution: the secret guards would discuss information with each other.

Whenever news reached the Song family, other secret guards would appear before Emperor Dakang, using the topic to divert his attention.

This made it impossible for the Emperor of Dakang to notice the person delivering the message at all times.

Emperor Dakang was, after all, only a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It's impossible for him to keep track of all the bodyguards at all times.

In fact, the patriarch of the Song family did indeed become one.

So he didn't understand how Chen Yi and the others were turned.

"You really want to know?"

"I'm thinking about it so much I'm going crazy."

"Alright, then I will tell you."

Emperor Dakang said maliciously, "The spies you think they are actually my men from the very beginning. Instead of thinking about when they turned to me, you should think about when they joined your Song family."

"I watched Chenyi grow up."

Is the Chen Yi you see the same Chen Yi you remember?

Emperor Da Kang laughed mockingly.

The eerie figure slowly walked towards the Song family patriarch.

thump...

The footsteps were incredibly heavy.

It seemed as if he carried an immense weight.

The Song family patriarch's pupils contracted.

Chen Yi may have been switched with someone else long ago.

In reality, Chen Yi was just Chen Yi, not a member of the Song family.

Later, when the Song family member entered the palace as an undercover agent and became a secret guard, Chen Yi always wore a mask, and no one knew who the face under the mask really was.

Unfortunately, Chen Yi knew everything about the Song family.

Even he was kept in the dark.

"Your Majesty has been planning this for a long time, hasn't he?"

The Song family patriarch asked unwillingly, "Then what is the purpose of creating gods?"

Emperor Dakang coldly said, "A radish, a radish hanging over your heads, will exhaust the resources of your noble families, drain the blood of the last member of your family, and make you pave the way to the underworld for me."

"I have been waiting for this moment for many years."

"His Majesty is lying!"

The Song family patriarch roared, "You have the aura of a god on you, you must have become a god! Creating gods from yellow clay is your purpose."

"And that statue in the imperial tomb."

"That statue wasn't destroyed at all, was it?!"

"You have now become a god by using that statue!"

“None of them are right…”

The Emperor of Dakang said calmly, "That statue was just a backup plan from the beginning. Whether it succeeds or fails, I don't care. As for the divine aura you sensed..."

At this point, the distorted figure of the Great Kang Emperor emerged from the black smoke.

At this moment, he took off the various gorgeous Taoist robes he used to wear.

He changed into a crown robe.

He wore a crown with tassels, typical of an emperor.

His body was now a bluish-black color.

His eyes were vertical, like a dragon's eyes.

There was a wound between his eyebrows, which was healing rapidly.

The Song family patriarch said blankly, "You used the Seven Aperture Soul-Suppressing Nails on yourself, so you maintained your sanity. But if you wanted to do that, you could do it anytime. What's the use of digging through the Yellow Springs Yin Soil?"

The Emperor of Dakang coldly replied, "This is not something you should know."

After saying that, he reached out and pressed his hand on the head of the Song family patriarch.

It was just a slight exertion.

Bang.

The ancestor of the Song family's physical body instantly collapsed and was swallowed up by the darkness behind the Emperor of Dakang.

Emperor Dakang at this moment.

It can be called the most powerful evil in the world.

The entire Great Kang will be transformed into his calamity kingdom.

When the city god of a prefecture transforms into an evil spirit, it signifies calamity.

The most numerous in the capital of Dakang were the city gods of the prefectures.

"I will be the ruler for all ages."

"My Great Kang Dynasty will naturally follow me for ten thousand generations!"

As soon as Emperor Da Kang stepped out, the gods outside instantly transformed into evil spirits.

Then, his figure appeared outside the Ming Palace.

This is where he used to hold court and summon civil and military officials.

It has been decades since I last set foot inside.

Everything here is spotless.

Emperor Da Kang sat on the dragon throne.

He looked down and saw many terrifying and malevolent creatures emerge, forming two rows.

An emperor who is eccentric will naturally have eccentric subjects as well.

The Emperor of Dakang coldly said, "I am a gambler, and my only opponents at the gambling table from beginning to end are myself and Heaven! I gamble with Heaven on the fate of the nation, forming alliances and destroying powerful families and immortal masters!"

"I wish all the people of the Great Kang Dynasty to live as long as I do."

"I shall be the destined protagonist!"

"Go, and turn this capital into hell even faster."

After he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

Those evil spirits let out cruel, sinister laughs and rushed out of the hall like demons.

The aura of gods and the power of evil were constantly intertwined around the Emperor of Dakang.

He has not yet become a god.

But it's almost here.

……

Chaos erupted in the capital.

It has become a living hell.

But there are just too many people here.

There are countless divine cultivators, yet they still manage to hold on.

Or rather, some people are still struggling to hold on.

"Kill! Kill!"

Holding a large seal and blessed with popularity, Wang Mingdao wildly brandished his long sword, leading many divine cultivators to resist the evil forces that were attacking.

His father, Wang Taiyu, stood in the sky, directing the countless people below to evacuate.

"Go quickly, go quickly!"

"Don't bring anything with you, your life is the most important thing!"

"I am Wang Taiyu. You should all know my name. I am the lackey Grand Tutor."

"Listen to me, head towards the Wang family!"

Wang Taiyu roared hoarsely, and there was a formation left by Chen Huangpi in the backyard of the Wang family.

That formation might be able to offer some resistance.

The crowd surged like a tidal wave, recklessly rushing towards the Wang family's residence.

The divine monks protected him.

The funny thing is.

These divine cultivators were the very ones who had once turned against them.

After Wang Mingdao and his son were rescued by Yi Qingzhou.

They immediately bowed down in worship.

Now, these gods and monks are all gambling.

It is believed that the True Immortal will descend upon the world again to save the Wang family father and son, and perhaps they too will be saved in the process.

Meanwhile, the Wang family father and son were also gambling.

These gods, out of consideration for the attitude of the father and son, dared not act like those gods who had gone mad, frantically draining the people's life force.

But even so...

Wang Taiyu's heart was also filled with despair and pain.

How many people live in the capital?
Others might not know, but Wang Taiyu knew it all.

Right now, he can only protect less than one percent of the people.

Many more people will die in this calamity.

Do not……

It should be said that all the people of Dakang will be doomed.

Because no one can get out.

Moreover, it's not just the evil beings who are killing mortals; even gods and cultivators are doing the same.

"A tyrannical ruler! A tyrannical ruler!!!"

Wang Taiyu's face flushed red as he clutched his chest and said, "How could you, how could you dare to do such a heinous thing? You are the ruler of a country. Without the people of Dakang, where would you be today?"

He hated the Kang Emperor.

I wish I could grind him to dust and obliterate his soul.

But none of this was enough to quell the hatred in his heart.

He hated himself even more.

He hated his own incompetence and regretted not seeing through Emperor Da Kang's selfishness sooner.

I hate myself even more for having harbored illusions before today.

They fantasize that this monster, fed on the blood and flesh of ordinary people, might have a benevolent side towards them.

Gradually, many people retreated to the Wang family's residence.

But the Wang family is not big, really not big.

The house rented by the Wang family father and son was very ordinary; it was just an old house with three courtyards and a backyard.

The crowd of people was as dense as ants outside the Wang family's residence.

Only a few can get in.

"So you've all been here!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

There were just too many people around the Wang family's house; gods and evil spirits had noticed this place long ago.

As more and more evil beings arrive.

The divine cultivators under the command of the Wang family father and son gradually began to waver.

Even at this point, the true immortal still hadn't appeared.

Perhaps, the true immortals simply wouldn't care about the Wang family father and son.

Yes, that immortal also said that he did it casually.

The Wang family father and son tricked them.

Anyone who dares to disrupt the morale of the troops will be executed on the spot!

Wang Taiyu saw the changing gaze of a deity, a gaze he was extremely familiar with—cruel and greedy. This was the gaze of the deities of the Great Kang Dynasty.

So he immediately drew his longsword and, with the blessing of the official seal, beheaded the god on the spot.

But what good is that?

This is merely a delaying tactic; it won't be long before those gods reveal their cruel side once again.

By then, it will be too late to turn the tide...

"father……"

"I am fine."

Wang Taiyu waved his hand, but the next second he suddenly froze, and the blood that was rising in his throat was immediately swallowed back down.

Especially in situations like these, it's crucial to avoid revealing any weakness.

You have to be ruthless, you have to be decisive and ruthless.

Only in this way can we deter the pack of wolves and tigers.

But Wang Taiyu also knew that this was the limit of what he could do.

now.

This old farmer, who came from a farming background, and this lackey of the Grand Tutor of Dakang, was filled with immense grief.

He thought bitterly to himself, "My life has been quite laughable. I was not talented enough to support the country, nor brave enough to save it from dire straits. In the end, all my ideals and beliefs have been reduced to ashes."

"Reason must be put into practice with a sword."

"Without a sword in hand, how can one reason with the powerful families of the world, or with that tyrannical ruler?"

"But my sword is not sharp, it is not a sword."

"Lackey Grand Tutor, ackey Grand Tutor..."

Wang Taiyu looked up to the sky and sighed, tears streaming down his face. He said with grief, "What I want to be is a lackey of the people, not a lackey of that tyrannical ruler!"

He knew that the Great Kang Dynasty was finished.

Those people will also die.

And then there's him, Wang Taiyu.

Even on his deathbed, he would fulfill his responsibilities as a lackey of the Grand Tutor.

Even if I have to die, I'll die before those common people.

The surrounding gods were already restless.

Without any further hesitation, they turned against the people and began to slaughter them.

Wang Mingdao's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He transformed into a streak of light and dashed away, slashing down fiercely with his long sword!

Wang Taiyu also drew his sword and charged forward.

Just like back in Xuzhou City, this father and son worked together tacitly to investigate Song Tiangang's crimes of embezzling taxes and harming the people.

Now, they fight side by side.

Although it was more dangerous than before, it was also more harmonious.

Bang.

Wang Mingdao's figure flew backward.

Nearly a hundred gods attacked him simultaneously, half of whom were city gods.

His official seal was smashed on the spot.

The dissipated popularity was even more eagerly sought after by the gods.

Wang Taiyu's eyes were bloodshot, and his hair stood on end in fury: "My son!!! Kill!!! Kill!!!"

But Wang Mingdao was like that.

How much better off could Wang Taiyu be?
He stood alone in front of those people, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

boom! ! !
The gods acted simultaneously.

Countless Dharma bodies hovered in the sky, their divine power burning, and the terrifying force instantly shattered the magic sword in Wang Taiyu's hand.

His official seal had many cracks...

The terrifying pressure forced Wang Taiyu to kneel down on the spot.

poof...

Wang Taiyu tried to raise his head and stand up.

But this old farmer simply couldn't do it. Just like when he was a child farming, when the town magistrate sent people to collect taxes, all the farmers had to kowtow and kneel down to show their respect.

The bent-over waist and kneeling legs could not be straightened up no matter what.

Just like the broken sword in front of me.

Wang Taiyu turned his head, unable to bear looking at the terrified people behind him.

The gods also looked upon those people.

Their gazes were greedy and cruel.

Wang Taiyu lowered his head in despair, his heart ashen.

And just then...

Chen Huangpi's voice boomed like thunder: "Grand Tutor, take this sword!!!"

The words fell to the ground!

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword splits into two.

The sword energy soared into the sky! It annihilated all the surrounding gods, their divine blood mingling with the yellow dust that fell from the sky.

With a loud clang!

A Void-Piercing Divine Sword was plunged straight into the ground before Wang Taiyu, who was kneeling. (End of Chapter)