Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

When Chen Huangpi's voice rang out.

As the clone of the Void-Piercing Divine Sword fell.

The crowd around them, some happy and some sad, all witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Covered in blood, with his hair and beard standing on end, the lackey Grand Tutor Wang Taiyu gripped the terrifying and eerie demonic sword.

Looking at Wang Taiyu's hunched back.

Look up at the sky.

Chen Huangpi stood on the void, the Void-Piercing Divine Sword held horizontally in front of his chest. He wore a tattered Taoist robe, with an ancient sword sheath at his waist. A brass oil lamp hung on his shoulder, and the hundred-foot-tall skeletal body of the Soul-Reaping Ghost appeared behind him.

His aura was incredibly powerful.

Sword energy surged, and killing intent ran rampant.

Whether it's an evil god or a divine cultivator.

They were all shredded into dust by the sword energy, and blood rain mixed with mud fell and gathered into a river on the ground.

"Those who wish to accomplish great things must overcome all obstacles and forge ahead without hesitation."

Chen Huangpi's voice was cold and clear: "Hold my sword and follow your path, Grand Tutor. As the saying goes, when the time is right, heaven and earth will lend their strength. Today, with my help, all kinds of fortunes will be yours to take! The day of righteousness has arrived!"

The right path is not the path to enlightenment.

It is about upholding the right path.

Wang Taiyu has his own righteous path in his heart.

Insufficient talent, inadequate strength.

These are all his problems.

Chen Huangpi saw it clearly and understood it perfectly.

Despite his many problems, Wang Taiyu was, aside from those, the eccentric scions of the aristocratic families who died at his hands.

Despite holding a high position, he was able to show compassion for the people.

Although he was an idealist, he was not pedantic. If his vision and abilities had not limited him, he would have truly had the opportunity to achieve great things.

Success does not depend on one's cultivation level or spiritual attainment.

It lies in the ideals and aspirations in one's heart.

Doing one's best is commendable.

At this moment, Wang Taiyu felt neither boundless pride nor the excitement of divine intervention.

At this moment, Wang Taiyu became even calmer.

The Great Kang Dynasty is doomed.

The tyrannical ruler transformed into an evil being, intending to drag millions of lives down with him.

The capital city has a large population.

No matter how strong Chen Huangpi is, he is still all alone.

Given time, he could wipe out all the gods and evil spirits in the capital, but in the current situation, every second counts.

Every second saved means countless lives can be saved.

Wang Taiyu also wanted to compete.

So, he mustered his courage and asked firmly, "Is it really true that I can take whatever I want?"

Chen Huangpi said, "What's wrong with me obeying your orders?"

"Okay!!!"

Wang Taiyu took a deep breath and said sternly, "I need soldiers! I need elite soldiers who can be commanded like an extension of their own limbs and who will never retreat. More importantly, I need elite soldiers and generals who will devour the people at crucial moments!"

"We have neither elite soldiers nor good generals."

"But you can have as many evil spirits as you want!"

Chen Huangpi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly stomped his foot downwards.

In an instant...

The earth cracked open, and the soil churned up.

A towering, blood-red demonic tree, its canopy blotting out the sky, rose from the ground.

Wow…

The branches of the demon tree trembled.

Millions of fruits then fell from the treetops.

A day is a cycle of sixty years, and a night is a period of thirty years.

Now, the fruits hanging on this tree are all from people in their seventies and eighties.

His expression was cold and sinister, and his eyes held a malevolent glint.

Although their auras weren't particularly powerful, they all started with an eerie quality.

Whoosh...

Those people broke off branches to make swords, tore off leaves from the demon tree to wrap around their bodies, making armor for their naked bodies, and then floated in the air, crowding together like locusts.

This is Chenhuangpi's elite force.

As for good generals.

"Ghost!!!"

"Soul-Catching Decree, heed my command!!!"

The vengeful spirit opened its blood-red maw, and a hazy yellow mist welled up in its hideous, black-red eyes.

Two large skeletal hands were spread out.

The Book of Souls appeared out of thin air, its pages fluttering.

A strange power has descended upon the world once again.

At the same time, one after another, grotesque and grotesque figures appeared out of thin air.

It was none other than the nearly one thousand evil beings who had signed indentures with Chen Huangpi back then.

These evil creatures all had a wisp of black smoke around them, and each of them hid an evil eye within their skin and flesh.

After a long absence, their auras have all become extremely powerful.

After the Ten Thousand Mountains were closed off.

This was the first time Chen Huangpi had summoned them.

"Your Majesty!!!"

"King Yellow Skin!!!"

"Your Majesty, we've arrived!"

"No! It's...it's Your Majesty!"

No one knows which evil spirit suddenly uttered those words.

The rest of the evil beings immediately started shouting.

"Your Majesty! Are you going to lead the evil spirits of our Hundred Thousand Mountains to conquer the world again?"

"Kill all the humans, and the human world will belong to evil!"

"Expand the territory!"

"Hehe, I'm going to do something great again!"

The words of the evil beings were strange and eerie; their cold and cruel voices sent chills down one's spine.

Chen Huangpi was stunned.

He hadn't expected that, after so long, these strange minds would be even more brilliant than they had been back in Xuzhou City.

Previously, the concept of the "Ten Thousand Mountains Evil Spirits" race had only been formed.

Now it's even stranger.

However, none of this matters.

They call themselves Your Majesty!
Chen Huangpi brandished his sword and said domineeringly, "I am the son of the Ten Thousand Mountains, the ruler of all evil in the world. My beloved ministers, listen to my command! Whoever wields my sword is Tai... Tai something... never mind."

"In short, Wang Taiyu is now under my protection."

"You must obey his commands! You are not allowed to eat people indiscriminately!"

"Your Majesty, you've forgotten. We stopped eating people a long time ago. You said that humans are born of human mothers, and monsters are born of monster mothers. Humans are monsters of the future, and monsters are humans of the past."

"We only eat gods and monks!"

“That’s right! That’s what His Majesty said. Gods and evil spirits are not human.”

"Wang Taiyu is a cultivator, let's eat him first."

Upon hearing this, Wang Taiyu was shocked. Wasn't such a "distinguished and capable army" a bit too inappropriate?

"Nine-Eyed Evil, what are you eating?"

At this moment, Wang Mingdao, who had staggered out of the pool of blood, gritted his teeth and said, "My father is His Majesty's Grand Chancellor. If you eat him, whose orders will you take?"

Upon hearing this, the evil beings looked at Wang Mingdao.

The evil beings' eyes lit up.

The next second, they all surrounded him.

"You have an eerie, shadowy aura about you."

"Strategist, is that you?"

"it's me……"

The shadowy figure awoke slowly and shouted, "Where's the yellow flag? Light it up! His Majesty has punished the wicked and destroyed the false emperor. This is righteousness, and how can we be without the evil figure carrying the flag when righteousness is at stake!"

Now, the events of Xuzhou City have truly been repeated once again.

With the Shadow Evils around, the Evils won't fight each other.

Because the Shadow Demon used to call the Great Kang Emperor the most vicious of the false emperors.

He was also the strategist for the evil ones.

Although he was not good at political affairs, he was best at leading troops into battle.

He cultivated both literary and martial arts skills, which he then sold to the emperor.

Chen Huangpi, this emperor amidst the wickedness, is far more righteous than the false emperor of the Great Kang Dynasty.

in this way.

Wang Taiyu, with his eerie and sinister shadow, is like a tiger with wings.

They also gained the qualifications to pursue their ideals through swordsmanship.

"Charge towards the east city!"

Wang Taiyu took command and issued the order: "The East City has the smallest population, so the gods won't prioritize killing people there. The East City is also the closest to here. Use the East City as the breakthrough point, followed by the North City, West City, and South City!"

Without hesitation, Shadow Demon immediately commanded the demons and the others to attack the East City.

At the same time, Wang Taiyu looked at Chen Huangpi.

He also made arrangements for Chen Huangpi.

"Now that these elite troops have gone out to fight, there still needs to be people stationed here."

Wang Taiyu pointed at the crowd of people and said, "Otherwise, if gods or evil spirits come to kill us, we will be too busy to defend ourselves."

"I cannot stay here and oversee things."

Chen Huangpi shook his head and said, "The people here are important, but I have more important things to do. I have to kill that dog emperor."

Wang Taiyu said, "That's right. To catch the thief, we must first catch the king. Killing that tyrant is the best strategy. My idea is to use that strange hawthorn tree. This tree is specifically designed to bewitch cultivators and gods who feed on human energy."

"If this tree were to grow to the size of that demonic tree, the area covered by its canopy would be kept peaceful for a moment."

The reason it was only a moment of peace.

It was only by killing the Great Kang Emperor that there was any chance for the matter to be salvaged.

Otherwise, it will all just be a mirage in the end.

Chen Huangpi was somewhat surprised.

He has far too many methods at his disposal now.

Its own strength is also getting stronger and stronger.

Since the emergence of the Six Yin Gods, he has been able to challenge immortals.

If we were to resort to some extraordinary measures...

Killing immortals is not a big problem.

Aside from being unable to defeat a true immortal in terms of raw power and having to flee, there is truly no place in the mortal realm that is inaccessible and no thing that is impossible for him.

And that hawthorn tree.

Chen Huangpi really didn't pay much attention to it.

Now that Wang Taiyu brought it up, he had some other thoughts, but the matter at hand was more important, and everything would be clear after he met his master.

Think of this.

Chen Huangpi's figure flashed.

Immediately afterwards, he appeared in the Wang family's backyard and stood under the hawthorn tree.

Yi Qingzhou said that this hawthorn tree is related to the Jianmu tree of Jingxian Temple.

This relationship is even closer than that of a coffin made from the heartwood of a Jianmu tree.

Place your palm on the tree trunk.

Chen Huangpi's mind surged into it, and he opened his evil eyes to see everything.

Then he sighed.

"It's a pity, this is not the Jianmu tree after all. Actually, it was quite interesting, it just liked to sulk."

Chen Huangpi had a deep impression of that Jianmu tree.

Because it behaves like a little child.

If I'm in a bad mood, I'll ignore everyone for ages.

At this time.

The brass oil lamp couldn't help but speak up: "When you were a child, you wanted to plant a hawthorn tree, but there were no hawthorn trees in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. You mistakenly planted a magic tree instead of a hawthorn tree and watered it day and night, killing it."

"Later, the magic tree was thrown into the old temple."

"And the abbot promised you that he would get you a hawthorn tree."

"Could it be that the answer lies here?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi was somewhat taken aback.

However, he is now sixteen years old and has long passed the age when he loved planting flowers and plants as a child.

Moreover, he doesn't like to eat hawthorn.

Hawthorn is sweet and sour.

He likes to eat candied hawthorns, and he especially likes the sugar coating on the outside.

I don't know whether I should be here or not.

Chen Huangpi said softly, "All I know is that it is indeed useful at this moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three organs inside his body trembled violently.

An endless stream of vital energy suddenly poured into the hawthorn tree.

The main deity of the Kidney Temple is the Demon Tree.

The "magic tree" is not a hawthorn tree; it's a coincidental misunderstanding.

also possible.

The main deity of the kidney temple that the abbot prepared for Chen Huangpi should actually have been this hawthorn tree from the beginning.

It's just that it's late.

But the magic tree provided Chen Huangpi with even more help.

Moreover, it also has the ability to promote plant growth.

As time passed, the Kidney Temple nurtured the Demon Tree, making it increasingly powerful and ferocious, not much less so than the hawthorn tree.

Now, the power of the magic tree is used to bring this hawthorn tree to life.

This is what we call a serendipitous encounter, a meeting of fates.

……

In the capital city, near the Wang family residence.

A gigantic hawthorn tree stands tall and majestic.

Its canopy is so large that it's practically like the sky.

The hawthorns, bright red like blood, are laden with fruit, and the emerald green leaves sway in the wind, emitting an incomparably rich fragrance.

This fragrance is unspeakable to mortals.

Only monks and gods can smell it.

The more popularity a being absorbs, the more easily it is deceived by the hawthorn tree.

Just one glance is enough to make someone go mad and devour the fruit.

Beneath the tree canopy, a deity soared into the sky and swallowed a hawthorn fruit in one gulp.

Then, the deity immediately experienced excruciating abdominal pain, as if being stabbed with a knife.

A tender white root emerged from its nose and mouth, and almost in the blink of an eye, more and more roots enveloped the deity.

A thud.

The gods fell to earth.

The fruit it ate took root and sprouted inside its body.

The popularity of the people was absorbed by the mother tree, and another fruit appeared on its trunk.

This hawthorn tree is incredibly evil.

They were born to be at odds with gods and monks.

As for ordinary people, it may not care, but it has become the most needed shelter for them.

Although it is no longer the Jianmu tree it once was.

But it truly lives up to its reputation as a strange being transformed from the Jianmu tree.

Countless people gathered under the hawthorn tree to survive.

Countless evil beings then charged towards the gods and demons of the capital.

Shouts of battle rose into the sky.

"Kill all these evil gods from the outside world!"

"I am also an evil entity, why do you want to kill me?"

"You stinking outsiders, stop trying to connect with us in the Hundred Thousand Mountains! Kill them!"

Wang Taiyu, who was holding the Void-Piercing Divine Sword clone, felt goosebumps all over his body as he watched this scene. Was the evil of the Hundred Thousand Mountains still evil? This was clearly a human!
"Father, this is what the evil in our Ten Thousand Mountains is like!"

Wang Mingdao was now completely uninhibited. He laughed loudly, "No scheming, no deceit, we'll just do it! Brothers, let's go side by side! Don't try to reason with those evil gods outside!"

"That's all."

Wang Taiyu muttered, "Whether it's evil or not, in short, don't reason with evil gods from the outside world, and the same goes for divine cultivators!"

"The master has already marched on the palace."

The vengeful ghost protecting Wang Taiyu looked up at the sky.

It was getting close to nightfall, but the downpour was still raging.

And in the sky above, a figure was hurtling towards the palace at incredible speed.

There are no living people left in that area.

Of course, it's not a place that ordinary people can usually reach.

Only high-ranking officials and nobles could live around the imperial palace.

People like Wang Taiyu, who come from humble backgrounds, can't even afford to rent a house there.

At this moment, the entire palace was shrouded in black mist.

That terrifying aura is something ordinary people cannot set foot in.

If a deity falls into it, he will be corrupted and transformed into an evil god in an instant.

Instantaneous time.

An exaggeratedly large sword aura, ten thousand feet long, descended from the sky.

It slammed into the eerie palace!

Rumble…

The power generated by this single sword strike was comparable to an earth dragon turning over.

A bottomless ravine divides the entire palace in two.

The extravagant palaces collapsed one after another.

Chen Huangpi said coldly, "You dog emperor, come out and face your death!!!"

His voice resounded through the sky.

The echoes reverberate through the ever-collapsed palace.

He can feel it.

The Great Kang Emperor remained in this palace from beginning to end.

The brass oil lamp sneered, "You ignorant fool, daring to cause trouble in front of your Grandpa Huang. You're about to die and you still won't run away. Today I'll make you, this beast, die ten thousand times over."

Let's set aside how angry Chen Huangpi was.

Its brass oil lamp is truly unbearable to look at.

It's incapable of doing something like that.

Or rather, anyone with a shred of humanity wouldn't do such a thing, and wouldn't be able to stand this twisted world.

Until then.

Emperor Dakang, who had not yet seen the true immortal, finally spoke up.

Why must you kill me?

The voice was hoarse and low, as if suppressing immense pain.

As the words fell to the ground.

The palace suddenly began to undulate.

In the blink of an eye, the palace was transformed into a hill made of blood, flesh, and mangled limbs.

The hills are getting higher and higher.

At the very bottom, and even in areas covering ninety percent of the mountain, countless faces of despair moved about.

That is the embodiment of the spirit of the people of Dakang throughout the ages.

After a person dies, even the last trace of their life force is taken away.

Above that are the faces of the deceased scions of noble families.

The corpses of evil gods stretched out their hands from the hill, lifting a dragon throne to the very top.

The Emperor of Dakang, dressed in a crown robe and entirely bluish-black robes, sat upright on it.

His eyes now have vertical pupils.

It looks terrifying, like the eyes of a dragon.

His skin was constantly bulging, as if something terrifying was hidden within it.

"Be careful, something's wrong with this beastly thing."

The brass oil lamp felt somewhat eerie, and he cautiously gave Chen Huangpi some instructions.

Emperor Dakang was extremely thoughtful.

This person must have considered the consequences before daring to do such a thing.

Moreover, he wasn't afraid of Chen Huangpi's arrival.

There must be something they're relying on.

"I know it well."

Chen Huangpi silently said to himself, then pointed at the Emperor of Dakang and said coldly, "As the ruler of the people of Dakang, you do not do good deeds, you allow powerful families to poison the people, and now you have turned into an evil monster. You are the one who deserves to die the most in the world!"

"I cannot agree with that statement."

The Emperor of Dakang said indifferently, "Noble families? Where are the noble families in Dakang now? You want to act on behalf of Heaven, you think you are righteous, but in the end, it is I who will kill all the noble families."

"Chen Huangpi, you accuse me, you want to kill me, you think I've done wrong, then please tell me what you've done?"

In a sense, what Emperor Dakang said was indeed correct.

Chen Huangpi massacred fourteen cities, and even adding the earliest city of Xuzhou, that makes a total of fifteen.

But none of these things truly crippled the aristocratic families.

It was indeed the Emperor of the Great Kang who truly destroyed the aristocratic families.

However, this is sophistry.

"Fellow clansman, don't argue with him, just take action."

Chen Huangpi sneered, "Stop pretending. What are you doing killing these powerful families for? Is it for the sake of the people? If you had that kind of awareness, why didn't you do it sooner?"

"If we had done this sooner, my people would have suffered even more."

The Emperor of Dakang said indifferently, "You only know that I have transformed into an evil being to turn Dakang upside down, but how do you know the meaning behind what I am doing?"

"If you want to deal with the powerful families."

"With my skills and abilities, I could have become a god hundreds of years ago. At that time, I would have used swift and decisive means to form alliances and destroy the powerful families as I wish."

"But what happens after the powerful clans are wiped out?"

At this point, Emperor Dakang sat up from his dragon throne.

A chilling light shone in his eyes.

His face was filled with excitement.

This emperor of the Great Kang Dynasty was extremely intelligent, cunning, and also extremely arrogant and conceited.

No one knows the full picture of his plan.

Those guards were completely unaware of his purpose.

Emperor Dakang never spoke to his secret guards, because he felt they were unworthy.

They are not worthy to know his purpose.

They also do not have the right to have an equal dialogue with him.

But dried tangerine peel is different.

In the eyes of the Great Kang Emperor, this was both the variable he feared most and the only person in Great Kang who was qualified, or rather, who could understand what he desired.

"Even if the Song family is destroyed, there will be the Ma family; even if the Ma family is destroyed, there will be other powerful families like the Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li families."

Emperor Dakang coldly said, "The world is like a pot, and power is like water. Power cannot tolerate emptiness. Take Wang Taiyu for example. He was wholeheartedly devoted to the people, but what about his descendants?"

"The Wang family now consists of only the father and son, but in a thousand years, their descendants will continue, and they will become a new aristocratic family."

"What makes humans different from beasts is that humans learn from their mistakes."

"The reason why the powerful families of the past were destroyed will make the powerful families of the future even more cunning."

"What is the point of repeating this process?"

At this point, Emperor Dakang suddenly pointed to a very distant place: "Look there, there are my people. They are either from the fields or their ancestors were merchants."

"Don't be fooled by their current sheep-like appearance; if given the chance to climb the social ladder, they will all turn into hungry wolves."

"That's for later!"

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword beside Chen Huangpi hummed, its killing intent palpable as it said, "You only talk about the future, not the present. If we follow your logic, then everyone in this world deserves to die."

"Absurd, ridiculous!"

No matter how complicated people's hearts are, Chen Huangpi never cares.

People have good and evil, right and wrong.

Chen Huangpi didn't care; he only cared about right and wrong.

Perhaps things will turn out as Emperor Da Kang said in the future, but we cannot negate the present because of this, nor can we fundamentally label those people as evil.

Human nature is inherently good; human nature is inherently evil.

Ultimately, it's up to people to decide.

"Okay, then let's not talk about the future..."

Emperor Dakang said indifferently, "Future events will be judged by future generations, but the present events are only between you and me. In your eyes, I am a tyrant, a fool, a beast who doesn't care about the lives of the people."

As he said this, he looked up at the sky.

It was as if they had witnessed something unbearable.

He even sneered: "But in my eyes, I am the one who can turn the tide! I transform into an evil being and gamble with fate! I have staked the entire Great Kang Dynasty on the table!"

"The changes in the world have lasted for eighteen thousand years, and evil has emerged. Only the cultivation methods based on human energy can barely keep it afloat."

"But how long can this method last?"

"The Buddhist kingdoms of the Western Regions have even invited evil spirits onto the lotus platform."

"The wicked are destined to be the protagonists of heaven and earth!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Emperor of Dakang roared again: "When I was the Crown Prince, many evil spirits besieged the old capital. It was only because the late emperor risked his life that we were able to survive."

“Since then, I have come to understand that man cannot overcome nature.”

"It is because of the wicked that one can be called human."

After these words were spoken...

Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp exchanged a glance, both seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.

How did the Emperor of Dakang know that the protagonist of the future world would be the evil one?
They had only recently heard about this from someone from the heretical sect.

The brass oil lamp couldn't help but say, "You dog emperor, where did you get this idea from? Did someone tell you to tell the truth, or you'll be torn to pieces?"

"Who will tell me?"

Emperor Dakang calmly said, "Are they those immortal masters? In their eyes, they cultivate with spiritual energy, while I cultivate with human energy. I am nothing more than an ant in this barren land."

"I also wish someone could tell me the answer."

"Unfortunately, no."

"I can only test and verify my conjectures step by step, risking everything to do it."

These words are all true. In fact, the Emperor of Dakang did not have much more information than others from beginning to end.

Those Taoists from the Great Qian Dynasty only addressed him as Emperor on the surface.

In reality, nobody took him seriously.

They can change the emperor's position whenever they want.

"Actually, I had some hesitation a long time ago."

Emperor Dakang suddenly smiled at Chen Huangpi: "I am confused and I am not sure if I can succeed. Even with the Seven Aperture Soul-Suppressing Nails, I can transform into an evil spirit to stay conscious, but I am still somewhat hesitant."

"It's meaningless for one person to be the main character."

"I will turn all the people of Dakang into evil beings and make them my subjects for eternity."

"You, an outsider, are unaware of the events in Xuzhou City, so I will give you a general overview."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi's face darkened, and he said coldly, "No need to say anything more. I know more about the affairs of Xuzhou City than you do. Song Yuzhang is the City God of Xuzhou. You must have gotten your answer from him."

"You actually knew that..."

Emperor Dakang narrowed his eyes: "Indeed, my experiment has verified the feasibility of maintaining the mind of the evil spirit, but the number of child nails that branched out from the mother nail is limited, and it is impossible to make everyone in the world like that."

“Song Yuzhang was the city god of the prefecture. After he transformed into an evil spirit, all living beings under his jurisdiction, including the city of Xuzhou, became evil spirits.”

"This is of great significance to me."

Actually, this was a case of intentional planning but unintentional miscalculation.

Song Tiangang of Xuzhou City committed a serious crime. Emperor Dakang used this as a small warning to the powerful families. He never really intended to use this to advance his plan. Turning the city god of that city into an evil experiment was just a side effect.

After all, in the past only cultivators transformed into evil beings.

There has never been a case of a deity transforming into something evil.

And the result of that incident.

This filled Emperor Da Kang with immense joy.

He dared not tell anyone, and never mentioned it again after that.

He even openly and covertly blocked information.

The Great Kang Emperor transformed into an evil being, and that being was far more powerful than any city god in the state.

The only problem is that he is not a god.

But this wasn't actually a problem for him, because he had been creating a god for himself for a long time. Of course, that's another matter; he overheard it unintentionally from those immortal masters.

A cultivator who only practices what they're popular isn't considered a cultivator.

A god who feeds on human popularity is not a true god.

Before the cataclysmic changes in the world, there were righteous gods in the human realm, celestial beings in the immortal realm, and yin gods in the underworld.

These deities were all born of nature.

It was not achieved through cultivation or training.

In the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, there was a being whom the immortal masters called the Abbot, who once led three thousand immortals and three thousand righteous gods to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to create gods.

How to create a god?

The strange stones nurtured by heaven and earth, combined with the mud from the Yin soil of the Yellow Springs.

This deity, a fusion of yin and yang, is second only to the deities born from heaven and earth.

Such a deity has great potential and can reach the level of an immortal.

Emperor Dakang used various means to produce that yellow mud and dust, and using it to create a statue of a god for himself was something he naturally had to do from the beginning, just as an option.

Later, after discovering what it would be like for a god to turn into an evil being, the statue became bait.

"All the people under heaven will follow me and become evil."

The Emperor of Dakang said arrogantly, "I will be the ruler of the world, and they will be the protagonists of heaven and earth. In the future, we will no longer have to worry about the harm of evil, because the entire Dakang will be an evil."

"An evil force orchestrated by me."

"Then I ask you, what wrong have I done?"

His remarks left Chen Huangpi speechless.

The brass oil lamp shouted, "Damn it, you can't beat them, so you join them? You beastly piece of trash, you're quite the character! You really dare to think and guess, you..."

This truly reflects what Yi Qingzhou said.

Never underestimate anyone in the world.

This Emperor Kang was indeed a remarkable man.

With his hands behind his back, the Emperor of Dakang asked calmly, "So, do you still want to kill me?"

"Kill them! They must be killed!"

Chen Huangpi gripped the Void-Piercing Divine Sword tightly and said coldly, "If I don't kill you, my anger will never subside! You gambled with your life against the heavens, and perhaps you won, but to me, no matter what you say..."

"No matter how much you talk, you can't hide the evil you've done."

"There are many people in this capital city, how many of them become evil? It's not that the gods come first, then the cultivators, and only lastly the common people."

"But by the time it was their turn, they had been almost completely eaten."

"You are nothing but a tyrannical and incompetent ruler."

Chen Huangpi had witnessed it firsthand: the secret agents under the Great Kang Emperor were eating living people. Who would believe such things without the tacit approval of this dog of an emperor?

This person is selfish and self-serving.

The "common people" he spoke of were not ordinary people at all.

"The mountain of flesh and blood beneath your feet."

Chen Huangpi pointed his sword at the hill: "From top to bottom, the class distinctions are clear. But you stand on the top of the mountain, how could you care about those mortals at the foot of the mountain? To you, they are not even the same species as you."

"Your attempts to justify yourself are simply trying to give yourself a seemingly legitimate reason."

"good!!!"

The brass oil lamp roared, "Trying to do good but ending up with bad results, that's just being a scoundrel! You're worse than an animal! I almost fell for your tricks! Kill him, kill him and be done with it!!!"

"Kill me?"

The Emperor of Dakang's expression turned cold, and he said disdainfully, "You can't do it yet!"

As he finished speaking, something suddenly appeared in his hand.

It was an octagonal mirror with a mechanical structure.

Everything around is reflected in the mirror.

He pointed.

The mirror instantly appeared suspended in the sky.

A disheveled, malevolent creature slowly emerged. It raised its head and stared intently at Chen Huangpi below with its vicious eyes.

This was the killing move that Emperor Dakang had prepared for the immortals.

Godslayer Transformation!

Now, naturally, it should be used to deal with Chen Huangpi.

Emperor Dakang coldly said, "I am the Son of Heaven! Who can kill me? If you leave quickly, I will not hold it against you. If you persist, you will be cursed to death here today."

Chen Huangpi looked up at the mirror: "So, this is your trump card?"

Evil eyes opened from his flesh and blood on his face.

He could see the evil creature within the ever-changing form of the God of Slaughter.

Made from immortals, tortured day and night, and their resentment transformed into a curse after death, this object truly possesses the power to curse and kill immortals.

Emperor Dakang sneered, "That's right, it will take time for me to use this trump card. The reason I told you all this before was to buy time. Chen Huangpi, you have no chance to kill me."

"You're stalling for time, and so am I."

Chen Huangpi shook his head: "You're stalling for time because of this God-Slaying Transformation, but do you know why I'm stalling for time?"

"Why what?"

Emperor Da Kang frowned, a very bad feeling suddenly creeping into his mind.

Chen Huangpi closed his eyes.

At this moment, the red moon hung high in the sky, and night had fallen without anyone noticing.

next second.

Under the incredulous gaze of the Kang Emperor.

Chen Huangpi, in his presence, seemed to transform into a god-like figure.

"I'm waiting for it to get dark! What are you waiting for?"

"Are we just waiting to die?!" (End of Chapter)