Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Time flies.

The time for the Yellow Springs to flow backwards arrived in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Chen Huangpi only did one thing.

That is reading books.

To be precise, it was a complete purge of the household registration system in Dakang, from top to bottom.

After the Yellow Springs flow backward, all that is polluted will be taken away, and those that remain in the human world will be reduced to ashes. They will not even have the chance to be reincarnated, let alone become evil.

However, not everyone in the sea of ​​mud is a damned noble family scion or a divine cultivator.

Most of them were innocent civilians who were implicated and dragged into the situation.

These people may be kind or malicious.

But Chen Huangpi doesn't distinguish between good and evil, only between right and wrong.

He always treated everyone and everything the same way.

We must give those poor people a way to survive.

Many of them were not registered residents.

However, there is a book called the Soul-Catching Book, which is actually the Book of Life and Death Reincarnation. It can naturally point out the life stories of those people, those who deserve to die die, and those who deserve to be given a chance.

And so, Chen Huangpi managed to resolve this unprecedented and unparalleled event before the Yellow Springs flowed backward.

As the muddy sea suppressed by the Yin Earth of the Underworld slowly receded.

In the presence of the people of the capital, Emperor Dakang, along with his demons and monsters, vanished into the world, utterly and completely dead.

However, the entire Dakang region failed to regain its vitality.

The land was ravaged; after the mudslide receded, all that remained was devastation.

"The capital city is not a place for farming."

Wang Taiyu approached Chen Huangpi and said softly, "Over the years, the losses in the city have all been due to grain transported from the south. It's laughable, really. Those cultivators and gods are high and mighty, but when it comes to this kind of thing, they don't even bother to get involved."

Chen Huangpi asked, "Do you need my help?"

"They don't want to trouble you anymore."

Wang Taiyu laughed and said, "Without divine cultivators pressing down on us, we can enjoy good weather and abundant harvests without having to worry about their opinions. The people can make a living on their own, without needing any benefactors, but only asking for God's approval."

"Although we don't see the heavens opening their eyes now, with your hard work and help, Chen Huangpi, the people don't ask for much, they don't want much, and sometimes they even feel that all of this is like a dream."

Da Kang, no, Da Kang no longer exists.

Wang Taiyu knew best what those people wanted. Some were cunning, some were domineering, some were hardworking, and some were not good at speaking, but none of them wanted much.

In short, it all boils down to having land to cultivate and enough to eat.

As for carrying on the family line, the people have a different attitude.

The gods urge people to reproduce, forcing them to procreate through divine power. This goes against the nature of the people. If they can't even support themselves, how can they have children? Will the children starve or drown?
Before, there was no choice; now there is.

“The evil brothers said that the Hundred Thousand Mountains are all good places, much more peaceful and harmonious than the outside world. My family of six can be fed by cultivating twenty acres of land!”

"Brother Nine-Eyed Evil One, I've heard that there are many evil creatures in the Ten Thousand Mountains that eat people. Is that true?"

"It's fake. We stopped eating people a long time ago. We just hope you die soon. After you die, we can all become evil together. Then we'll all be family."

"But I'm only in my early twenties, and I estimate I'll live to be sixty or seventy, that's so long..."

“We evil beings have endless lifespans. I will keep an eye on you until the day you die. As for any evil being that bullies you, my stick is not made of mud.”

The evil spirits of the Ten Thousand Mountains said everything true.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are indeed a good place, at least for them.

Green mountains and clear waters stretch for thousands of miles.

The evil beings sleep during the day and come out at night in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. As for eating people, it's not because of gluttony, but purely out of instinctual conflict.

Now they don't even eat people anymore.

That's far better than divine protection for mortals.

Because these evil beings have nothing to do, their lifespans are endless, and they have no desire to reproduce. As for the growth of their strength, it seems that they will gradually become stronger over time.

At present, in their view, mortals and divine cultivators are two different species.

Mortals are the evil of the future.

They're practically family, so they have plenty of time to watch their family members die.

These scenes unfolded in every corner of the capital city.

To the common people, although these evil beings looked bizarre and terrifying, as long as they didn't eat people, upon closer examination they were all quite virtuous, except for their strange way of speaking...

It's weird and eerie.

"The Ten Thousand Mountains are indeed a good place."

Chen Huangpi and Wang Taiyu arrived at the Wang family's backyard and pointed to the hawthorn tree, saying, "This thing is of no use to me. Take it with you when you leave and plant it at the foot of Yuqiong Mountain."

Plant a hawthorn tree, and you'll have an endless supply of candied hawthorns.

This is something Chen Huangpi longed for since he was very young.

The outside world is not his home.

His home is in the Ten Thousand Mountains, but the Ten Thousand Mountains are closed off, and he couldn't go back until he was eighteen.

The evil ones, on the contrary, didn't care.

As for whether the common people could go in, Chen Huangpi was too lazy to even consider it.

Given Master's personality, he will definitely let it in.

Of course, there was another reason why Wang Taiyu was asked to take the hawthorn tree back.

That is, the fruit of this tree is too tempting for cultivators and gods who cultivate their spiritual power; if they eat it, they will die without a burial place.

There are quite a few of these people, including those from Xuzhou City. If anyone has any wicked intentions, this hawthorn tree will take their lives.

However, Chen Huangpi felt that with Wang Taiyu around...

Such a person will not appear.

It will not appear until the cataclysmic changes in the world are over.

As for what happens afterward...

Chen Huangpi looked at Wang Taiyu with a complicated expression: "We'll meet again after the upheaval in the world is over."

Hear this.

Wang Taiyu was stunned: "I'm not young anymore, I don't think I'll live to see that day."

Chen Huangpi shook his head: "Believe me, you will definitely live to see that time. However, you will meet me in a different guise."

As long as Wang Taiyu dies between the end of the cataclysmic change in the world and his own rebirth.

He can then transform into an evil being and be resurrected.

When the time comes, there will naturally be an opportunity to meet.

Wang Taiyu nodded thoughtfully, then handed over the clone of the Void-Piercing Divine Sword.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Chen Huangpi waved his hand: "I can summon countless clones like this. You can play with them yourself. Remember to take this sword with you when you die. It might bring you unexpected benefits."

As he spoke, Chen Huangpi's figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

"Grand Tutor, I admire you very much."

"Go and practice your principles properly."

"Remember, heaven is watching what people do."

……

In Huangni Alley.

Chen Huangpi's figure appeared quietly.

On his shoulder, the brass oil lamp chattered incessantly, "Old Wang really got lucky. He didn't know where you came from from the beginning. He's even less perceptive than Da Du and Xiao Du."

"As a result, you treated him even better."

"If he really takes your sword to his coffin, he might actually be able to comprehend your swordsmanship."

"No, he has his own path."

"Is that just a philosophy of life? Can it be considered the Way?"

"Having the Way in one's heart and acting in accordance with the Way—isn't that the Way itself?"

Hearing this, the brass oil lamp scoffed. Chen Huangpi always spouted nonsense. If that's how it works, wouldn't that kind of land also be able to cultivate Tao?
Chen Huangpi snorted and said, "I admire his character, not his cultivation level."

“Master, Huang Er.”

At this moment, the vengeful spirit in the Book of Souls suddenly spoke up: "Although Wang Taiyu's cultivation is weak, he is still a Nascent Soul cultivator. What if he is still alive before the end of the cataclysmic event in the world?"

The Grim Reaper clearly understood Wang Taiyu.

He is determined to wield the sword for the sake of all people, and he will inevitably be the last to die.

Although he suffered internal injuries, he probably wouldn't live to see that time.

But if he repairs his injuries in order to protect those people, wouldn't his lifespan increase?

The ghost's worries were not unfounded.

But Chen Huangpi said confidently, "Don't worry, he will definitely die before the world changes are over."

Of course, this is not the kind of story where Heaven wants him to die at midnight, and no one can keep him alive until dawn.

Instead, Chen Huangpi issued an order from the Void Divine Sword that had split off from it.

Before the end of the cataclysmic changes in the world.

If Wang Taiyu is still alive, then help him out.

Oh, and Wang Mingdao too.

Wang Mingdao is younger, and he needs help more.

As for whether the father and son are willing or not.

It's hard to say about Wang Taiyu, but Wang Mingdao would definitely be more than willing.

Huangni Lane is secluded and quiet.

The chaos in the capital did not have much impact here.

We arrived at the old house at the very back.

Chen Huangpi took a deep breath and gently pushed open the door.

But this time, it was completely different from the last time.

Everything in the courtyard looked incredibly dilapidated, as if it had been abandoned for who knows how long.

The brass oil lamp frowned and said, "What happened to those powerful artifacts that were made to look real? How come they're all gone?"

There are also four heretical people who uphold the Way.

Could it be that he's not here anymore?

Just then, an old voice rang out from the main room.

"Come in, your master has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Oh dear, Abbot, what are you saying? You really are something, lingering outside and making the Abbot wait so long. If you anger the Abbot, see how you handle the consequences!"

Upon hearing the abbot's voice, the brass oil lamp's attitude shifted so smoothly that it immediately rushed over.

Upon seeing this, Chen Huangpi immediately had a bad feeling.

Huang Er is no good.

Is it going to tattle on itself again?
Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi's expression changed slightly. He immediately activated the Dog Taming Technique, freezing the brass oil lamp that had already touched the main hall door, and rushed in first.

He warned himself, "Huang Er, we're brothers. You should know better than me whether there are things that should or shouldn't be said."

“Fellow clansman, you’ve misunderstood me. I didn’t mean to say anything bad about you this time.”

The brass oil lamp protested its innocence.

It had considered it, but after leaving Ganyuan, that idea completely disappeared.

Because that was the time it cursed the abbot the most viciously in its heart.

How could he possibly expose himself with Chen Huangpi?

"It better be so!"

Chen Huangpi usually trusted the brass oil lamp, but at this moment he was extremely vigilant. As he spoke, he looked into the room, but suddenly paused in surprise.

Because, this time, besides the heretics, there was also the God of Wide Vision in the house.

The God of Wide Eyes stood to one side, his enormous body able to fit inside the house.

In Chenhuangpi's perception.

The body of the God of Wide Eyes did not shrink.

But the room was only so big, and this contrast in size made him feel extremely awkward, yet also extremely harmonious.

At this moment, the God of Wide Eyes was also staring blankly at Chen Huangpi.

However, with the abbot present, although it had a thousand things it wanted to say to Chen Huangpi, it could only keep them to itself for the time being.

“Master, you’ve finally decided to let Guangmu see me.”

Chen Huangpi had mixed feelings: "It did nothing wrong, so why did you take it away in the first place?"

Since the time we parted ways at the burial site of the deity Guangmu, the supreme god has been gone.

We had agreed that it would wait for me at Jingxian Temple.

As a result, he was taken away by the evil Taoist.

During that time, Chen Huangpi was filled with hatred and thought every day that the God of Guangmu must have suffered a lot of torture in the hands of the evil Taoists.

However, looking at it now...

The aura of the God of Wide Vision is much stronger than before.

It seemed as if it had regained its original power.

The heretic wasn't in a hurry to explain. He simply pointed to the chair on his right and said, "Please sit down first. I know you have a lot to say. Don't rush, sit down and speak slowly."

Chen Huangpi was somewhat confused.

Master's attitude this time is a bit strange; it feels very different from before.

“You’re sixteen now. If you continue to treat Your Majesty like a child, those loyal evil spirits will surely tear down my Pure Immortal Temple.”

The evil Taoist priest jokingly asked Chen Huangpi to sit down.

These words made him blush.

His own empire was nothing more than the result of his past ignorance and fooling around with evil spirits.

As a result, his master used this analogy to criticize him.

I really want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

But then he thought about it.

My master has already acknowledged me. If those powerful beings turn into evil beings in the future, it would be a bit unreasonable not to call me Your Majesty, wouldn't it?

Yes, those kinds of people are all traitors!

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi's face stopped blushing and his heart stopped racing. He pretended to be serious and said, "Master, these are just minor tactical pranks, not worthy of being discussed in a formal setting."

"But if anyone dares to demolish the Pure Immortal Temple, I'll make them pay!"

The heretic nodded noncommittally and asked, "Did Gan Yuan gain anything from this trip?"

Chen Huangpi understood that they were about to get down to business.

So he said seriously, "I have gained a lot. I have obtained the Six Yin Gods and met a Taixu God, but there are still many things I don't understand."

"For example, what is Chen Daoxing's current situation?"

"The deities of Taixu also want to take me to Taixu. When should I go?"

"Furthermore, why did Chen Daoxing want to push away the sun and moon?"

Where has the moon gone?

Upon hearing this, the evil Taoist said unhurriedly, "Well, if I hadn't attained the Dao, he would never have done such a thing. But now that I have, his heart wavers, and with the instigation of those thieves, he has gone astray."

"It's not really a wrong path, it's just a different way of thinking."

"But when you saw him again later, he had changed his ways."

"Yes, it turned into those eyes."

Chen Huangpi said in a deep voice, "The outline outside that world is terrifying. It devoured the Taixu World once and has set its sights on the Xuanzhen Dao Realm. How could Chen Daoxing be corrupted by it?"

“It wasn’t just him; he and those thieves were corrupted.”

The evil Taoist sighed: "That's why I went there to stop those thieves and prevent them from going downstream. As for him, he dares not see me."

"After he attained the Dao, although he could not leave the Ten Thousand Mountains, he was still afraid. Until now, when the changes in the world were about to end, he released the Wide-Eyed Evil God into the human world."

The words "Wide-eyed Evil God" were uttered.

Chen Huangpi paused, and a multitude of thoughts immediately flooded his mind.

The Evil God of Wide Eyes was actually created by Chen Daoxing.

Moreover, it was deliberately placed in the human world.

What exactly does he want to do?
The brass oil lamp beside him couldn't help but exclaim, "Master, that dog Chen Daoxing is quite capable. Chen Huangpi has been in contact with the Guangmu Evil God, so wasn't he able to see everything clearly?"

"How can you say you can see clearly?"

The evil Taoist said softly, "If he could see clearly, how could he do such a thing? Although I haven't seen him for over ten thousand years, all his skills were taught to me. I know what he wants to do and what he is going to do."

"You don't need to worry about the matter of the Wide-Eyed Evil God."

“Huang Pi’er, I didn’t come to the capital just to see you. I’ve already shown him what he wanted to see, and I’ve also shown him what he didn’t want to see.”

These words left Chen Huangpi somewhat bewildered.

What does it mean to have seen everything you wanted to see and everything you didn't want to see?

The evil Taoist smiled slightly and pointed to the Soul-Catching Book.

The fox mountain god appeared instantly in the next second.

"Guanzhu!!!"

The fox mountain god was stunned and was about to exclaim, "Master, is it really you?"

"Yes and no."

The eccentric Taoist shook his head and chuckled, "There's tea in the room, go brew a pot. Today I have a lot to say to Huangpi, and without tea, I'll get parched and it won't be pleasant." "Yes, Abbot!"

The fox mountain god was extremely excited, as serving tea and water was its specialty.

I used to do these kinds of things at Jingxian Temple.

The three abbots, except for the second abbot, were all very satisfied with themselves.

Well, the second-in-command is actually quite satisfied.

It's fine as long as you don't think about eating yourself all the time.

Soon, the fox mountain god brought over a pot of tea and poured it for the master and his apprentice.

"Give Guangmu a drink too."

Upon hearing this, the god Guangmu immediately wanted to refuse.

However, the evil Taoist laughed and said, "Keep it, Huangpi'er has grown up, don't let his good intentions go to waste."

Chen Huangpi asked, puzzled, "Master, it's just a cup of tea, what's the difference between good intentions and bad intentions?"

"One cup each, otherwise people will think we can't afford it!"

"Master, don't you agree?"

Chen Huangpi blinked and looked at the evil Taoist with an innocent expression.

The latter chuckled and said, "If Huangpi says so, then it must be so."

"hey-hey!"

Chen Huangpi smiled and said, "Master, I knew you were the best to me."

After saying that, he cried out in his heart, "Ah Gui, come out quickly! Master has finally decided to take out some good stuff."

The vengeful spirit had already seen everything clearly in the Book of Souls.

It was moved.

Without any hesitation, he appeared openly and confidently behind Chen Huangpi.

Chen Huangpi, brass oil lamp, Guangmu Shangshen, fox mountain god, and life-stealing ghost, each with a cup of tea.

Everyone was included.

goooo...

Chen Huangpi picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said, "Master, this tea tastes similar to the tea in the temple. It's very bitter. Could it be that it's not what I thought?"

"what do you want?"

The heretic sneered, "To you and me, master and disciple, this tea is just tea. It's only good for quenching thirst and has no other use. Do you really think that after drinking a cup of tea, you'll immediately become an immortal or an ancestor?"

"What about them?"

That's their problem.

Chen Huangpi gave an "oh," knowing that he was Huang Tian, ​​and although he was still dead, even if the tea had a great effect, it would be meaningless to him.

The master is the Dao Lord, whose potential has been exhausted, so drinking tea won't help.

Therefore, Chen Huangpi was very curious about what strange effects the Soul-Snatching Ghosts would have after drinking the tea.

To his disappointment...

The aura of the death-reaping ghosts remained unchanged.

It's just like a regular cup of tea.

Now look at the God of Wide Vision.

The God of Wide Vision sipped his tea very solemnly, taking small sips as if the tea had many wonderful uses.

This tea is indeed just wild tea from the vicinity of Yuqiong Mountain.

However, since it was planted by the abbot, this tea also acquired another name, which was called "Creation" by the three thousand righteous gods.

Yes, it is destiny.

A cup of tea can spark a destiny.

As for what this destiny is, that depends on one's own thoughts and desires.

However, if one thinks about receiving a specific blessing before drinking tea, then the tea will have no effect whatsoever. Only by emptying one's mind can one receive such a blessing.

Soon, the whole pot of tea was finished.

The evil Taoist cleared his throat and continued to answer Chen Huangpi's question: "It is only right that the gods of Taixu want to take you back, but that place is too far away. It is not appropriate for you to go there now. If you want to go, you must wait until the anomaly in heaven and earth ends."

"That's soon."

Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and said, "When I turn eighteen, the changes in the world will end. If I cultivate quickly, it won't even take two years."

Eighteen thousand years is the time of transition between the Azure Heaven Era and the Yellow Heaven Era.

There are still about 500 years left.

But in reality, it also depends on the speed of one's own cultivation.

One year of one's own life is equivalent to a thousand years.

If I were to grow up to eighteen right now, that cataclysmic event might end in an instant.

"Look at you, you're in a hurry."

The heretic frowned and instructed, "Cultivation cannot be rushed. Do you think I can't immediately help you master the Yin-Yang Harmony Transformation Technique and the Five Organs Refining Spirit Method?"

Chen Huangpi's eyes lit up: "Master, you really have a way?"

As soon as these words came out...

The brass oil lamp that was being used for tea was immediately choked.

It knew that Chen Huangpi was going to get beaten up again.

However, to its disappointment...

The evil Taoist just sighed repeatedly and did not make a move on the spot: "You are Huang Tian, ​​but you are also part of Tai Xu Tian Dao. You were born prematurely and were born as a stillborn child."

"If you are determined to turn eighteen immediately, things will only turn out the opposite of what you want."

"But Master, I feel so weak."

Chen Huangpi was somewhat unwilling: "Chen Daoxing was close to the Dao 18,000 years ago. He is too powerful now, while I am not even an immortal. I was born a true immortal. I am the most powerful one in the world."

"Now you're suddenly remembering that you were born a true immortal?"

The heretic sneered, "You weren't even born, so how could you be a true immortal?"

"Master, what do you mean I haven't been born yet?"

Chen Huangpi asked in confusion, "I'm already sixteen, and I'm still not born? Am I still in an egg?"

The evil Taoist laughed and said, "Silly disciple, how can I say that? You like to guess, so guess it yourself. As for whether your guess is accurate or not, heaven and earth will not recognize it."

"Hmph, I won't guess."

Chen Huangpi muttered, "Even Heaven and Earth don't recognize it, so why should I keep guessing?"

Anyway, my master said that I would definitely be able to come back to life after the cataclysmic changes in the world ended.

When the time comes, I will go to Taixu. The gods there respect me. Once I go there, I will be free to do as I please. My master will not be able to control me then.

Right now, we're just too weak.

The evil Taoist reached out and tidied up Chen Huangpi's messy hair, saying sincerely, "Actually, you're not weak. How long have you been cultivating? Less than a year."

"Now, even if you're not considered a Six Yin God, you can already rival immortals."

“Even in my time, you would be considered a true genius.”

"Oh dear, Master, I'm not actually that talented."

Chen Huangpi was overjoyed: "If you could just give me a few more treasures, I wouldn't be afraid of Chen Daoxing or anyone who's close to the Dao."

"Isn't this a coffin for you?"

The evil Taoist glanced at the Soul-Hooking Book: "You haven't mentioned this thing until now, you just want to brush it off, afraid that I will take it away."

"As the children get older, they've all learned to be cunning."

"Tsk..."

In fact, it is just as the heretics said.

Chen Huangpi's little scheme could not be hidden from his master, who had raised him with love and care, and was like a father to him.

but.

Chen Huangpi wasn't embarrassed at all when he was exposed.

Instead, she was quite excited: "Great, Master, you've finally decided to give me something good."

He hasn't taken this coffin out since he left Ganyuan.

It has always been hidden in the Book of Souls.

They were afraid that their master would remember and take the coffin away.

To know.

This coffin is not some kind of magical artifact.

But that ability to ignore the influence of true immortals and evil Buddhas on time is too heaven-defying.

Chen Huangpi stood on the coffin, and he could take on anyone who came near him.

If you push them too far, they might chase after you with a coffin in hand, and it's really hard to say who's stronger or weaker.

The heretical people see Chen Huangpi like this.

He suddenly realized that he might have been wrong to try to get Chen Huangpi to rely on external forces less.

A single coffin has made his precious disciple so excited.

If I go to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty in the future.

Wouldn't that make it seem like they've never seen the world before...?

Thinking of this, the evil Taoist frowned and said, "I actually wanted to give you some treasures, but as you know, most of the precious treasures of the Pure Immortal Temple have been scattered outside, and the ones that remain cannot be touched."

"Master, could you forge some more treasures for me?"

"It can't be refined."

"Why?"

"Because the sun and moon are no longer here."

The heretic spoke with a complicated tone: "That thing outside the Xuanzhen Dao Realm, through those thieves and through that child's hands, sank the sun into the Yellow Springs and raised the moon into the Immortal Realm."

"The Emperor of the Underworld, the Immortal Venerable."

"Both of these are influenced by the sun and moon, but the sun and moon in the outside world are replaced by those things."

“Huang Pi’er, your master really can’t get out of the Ten Thousand Mountains.”

The heretic stood up, walked into the courtyard, and looked up at the sky.

Chen Huangpi immediately followed.

He remembered that when he was very young, his master always liked to look up at the sky. When asked what he was looking at, he would just smile and let it go.

But this time.

Chen Huangpi saw the sky his master had seen...

Or rather, his master let him see it.

I think he has the ability to see it.

The once clear sky after the torrential rain became incredibly murky.

In every corner of the sky, something like roots is spreading.

Two eyes replaced the sun and moon, staring greedily at the world.

And this is only a part of that outline.

"see it?"

"I saw it."

"What do you see?"

“I saw everything.”

"Then did you see your master?"

shuh...

Chen Huangpi immediately looked at the evil Taoist.

However, he was surprised to find that his master had disappeared without him noticing.

Then look around.

The surrounding area was still the old houses in Huangni Lane, the heart of Beijing.

It was clearly a wasteland, a desolate apocalyptic scene.

There was absolutely no chance of survival.

"Look this way."

That was Master's voice.

Chen Huangpi looked in the direction of the sound and was surprised to see the outline of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

On the top of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

An old Taoist priest, dressed in a dark blue robe, thin and with gray hair, sat upright in the sky, his eyes closed and his expression indifferent.

The sun and moon appeared above his head.

Those are Master's Yin and Yang spirits.

In addition, three other energies, purple, white, and green, soared into the sky.

This is the spirit and vitality of Master.

"Yellow Skin! You've finally grown up!!!"

"Hehehe, I am the most respected master of Huangpi'er!"

"Kill! Kill! Slash! Slash! Slash!!"

"Master, Second Master, Third Master," the voices rang out from the old Taoist priest in no particular order.

Then, Yin and Yang united.

The essence, energy and spirit are unified.

The old Taoist priest—no, I should say Chen Shidao—is a Taoist priest.

The Heavenly Dao Master Chen Shidao slowly opened his eyes and said to Chen Huangpi across the Ten Thousand Mountains: "The entire Heavenly Era is more than eighteen thousand years long. Your master has been fighting against that thing every moment."

“Yellow-skinned boy, look carefully.”

"Ask yourself the same question."

"Do you want to be a Dao Master like your master, or do you want to be the Yellow Heaven?"

The voice was hoarse yet extremely powerful, coming from all directions.

Chen Huangpi said blankly, "Master, so besides blocking those past thieves, you've also been facing that thing directly. What would have happened if you hadn't done all that..."

"For some beings, nothing will change."

"But for all living beings, the Xuanzhen Dao Realm will never have another chance to advance to a perfect world, and the path will be cut off from now on."

"And you will never have another chance to be born successfully."

“A broken world cannot support too many living beings. The Taixu Heavenly Dao has split into countless parts, and it has come looking for you by following the coordinates that the Jietian Sect inadvertently exposed. It wants to devour you and try to complete the Taixu.”

"This is the way of Heaven, and it does not distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil."

"The reason I took action back then was not for the sake of merging with the Yellow Heaven in the future, but for you. You called me Master, and since I accepted, I will fight for you no matter what."

"In this Xuanzhen Dao Realm, I am the Dao Lord!"

At this point, Chen Shidao took a deep breath and said softly, "For all living beings, I, as the Dao Master, have fulfilled my responsibilities and won an opportunity for them."

"As for you, as your teacher, although there are some things I may not have done well in retrospect, it is your first time being a parent, and I am trying to figure things out."

"The reason you see and know these things today is because..."

"It's because you're already sixteen."

“You were young before, so those thoughts don’t count.”

"I'm asking you one last time: do you want to be the Lord of the Dao, or the Yellow Heaven?"

Chen Huangpi clenched his fists and asked unwillingly, "Master, can't I have it all? I am Huangtian, why can't I merge with the Dao and make my own decisions?"

"Because your master is getting old and can no longer push you up."

Chen Shidao laughed and said, "But no matter what you want to choose, I can push you to the top. If you want to be the Dao Master, you will definitely succeed. If you want to be the Yellow Heaven, I will definitely be able to bring you back to life."

"Besides, how can there be such a thing as 'self conforming to oneself'?"

Chen Huangpi took a deep breath and said, "Then I won't choose any of them! I'll just be myself."

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Think about it!"

"As expected of my yellow-skinned child."

Chen Shidao laughed heartily: "If you don't choose, it means you want to choose. If you don't want, it means you want. You can't be yourself, but it's not really impossible to be both the Yellow Heaven and the Dao Lord."

"A perfect world can also accommodate a flawless Dao Lord."

"Yellow-skinned boy, remember the answer in your heart."

"As your master, I will see the day you attain enlightenment!"

In an instant, everything around them disappeared.

It was as if it had been forcibly erased.

Chen Huangpi returned to the old house once again.

The heretic stood in front of me with his hands behind his back.

Chen Huangpi opened his mouth to ask.

The heretic raised his hand to interrupt, glancing sideways as he said, "Don't ask. This matter is only between you and me, master and disciple. Even if we were to tell, Heaven and Earth wouldn't acknowledge it, so let's not say anything."

Chen Huangpi grinned and said, "Master, you don't acknowledge it either?"

The heretical Taoist laughed, "I am a heretical Taoist, and Chen Shidao is Chen Shidao. Guess whether I acknowledge it or not?" (End of Chapter)