Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Heaven and earth lose their color, yet all things remain constant.

The evil eye widened, seeing the sky filled with blue light, and seeing the severed hand that had been cut by the third master's sword light freeze in that instant, with countless fragments of light and shadow collapsing.

The third master's sword light was a method of self-protection.

The severed hand was not killed by it.

Rather, it was as if something had been cut off by it.

This was only what the Evil Eye could capture, and Chen Huangpi's consciousness was in a constant state at the moment, so he couldn't keep up with such speed at all.

No, to be precise.

Time is frozen in place. Even if he truly possesses the ability to influence time and understand its profound mysteries, he cannot escape this influence.

Only those who achieve true immortality are qualified to peek into this realm.

Moreover, it is absolutely impossible to see through it or understand it.

Fortunately, it doesn't matter that my consciousness can't keep up with what the Evil Eye is seeing.

Because the Evil Eye recorded everything.

The shadow of Yama leaped into the sky, and the horizon was already beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

The Buddha's figure in the sky trembled slightly.

He seemed to realize something.

Or, to put it another way, although He is not considered one of the most outstanding beings at the level of the Dao, and has not descended into the world today, He is still one of the most powerful beings below the Dao Lord.

He has the right and the ability to know what is happening at this moment.

The Buddha looked at the shadow of Yama rushing towards him, and opened his mouth as if to say something.

But I didn't have time to speak.

Then the shadow of Yama punched him right in the face.

Boom! ! ! ! !
With a single punch, he shattered the Buddha's head.

"The Six Kings of Hell..."

Then, he struck his arm with another palm strike, breaking it.

"The Eight Kings of Hell..."

The Buddha roared in despair in his heart. He recognized the way the shadow of Yama was attacking. It was clearly the method of the ten Yama Kings in the Yellow Springs Yin Land.

The ten Yama Kings attacked Him using the shadow of this Yama King.

And it was precisely this Chen Huangpi who came to cause trouble, leading me to arrive in the mortal world ahead of schedule.

This is something they had already set for themselves sometime long ago.

"The Emperor of the Underworld!!!"

The Buddha's voice echoed from the past: "I can choose not to stand on anyone's side. I only wish to live another twelve years. I can even refrain from fighting for the position of Dao Lord. Why do you all insist on exterminating me?"

However, the Shadow of Yama did not respond to him.

Instead, he suddenly slapped it down.

Or rather, this is the response from the Shadow of Yama.

The evil eye widened, trying to look into the past.

But what I saw was a chaotic jumble of light and shadow.

In that interplay of light and shadow.

It seemed as if there was an incomparably majestic figure, whose eyes were indifferent and whose brow was adorned with a burning sun.

The Yin Emperor, the first being born from the Yin soil of the Yellow Springs.

Immortal and indestructible, they are the rulers of the underworld.

Aside from being unable to become the Dao Lord or merge with the Dao, He is always the first one to come close to the Dao at the beginning of each new era.

But now, He has unleashed a calamity.

The Buddha had no chance to fight back.

The light and shadow shattered, and even the river of time was stirred up.

The Evil Eye can no longer see this great war that spans the past and the future.

But the Evil Eye could vaguely see that a world, or rather, a terrifying world of Dao Fruits even more complete than the Dao Fruits of the Eastern Emperor, had descended.

The King of the Underworld opened the way for contention.

Once the struggle for supremacy begins, it is a fight to the death.

There's no room for refusal; it's either fight to the death or you die.

……

I don’t know how much time passed.

Chen Huangpi felt as if ten thousand years had passed, yet it also seemed as if only a moment had gone by.

His consciousness was still in the moment when the cyan sword light manifested from his soul and his true form, slashing towards the severed hand.

Sudden……

The whole world shone brightly.

The sun rises high in the sky.

His Six Yin Divine Body vanished instantly.

The temple that had been hanging over his head immediately sank into his body.

The Heart Temple is complete!

Correspondingly, the constantly beating heart in his body also disappeared, and was replaced by a temple.

The temple is not regular in shape, but rather resembles the shape of a heart.

It has countless blood vessels attached to it.

Inside is a clay figure of a Taoist priest sitting upright.

Hao Guang relentlessly suppressed the clay figure, frantically nourishing it while simultaneously draining its power.

The mud Buddha's body is 60% intact.

At this moment, it was completely swept away by the blazing light, transforming into a completely different, heart-temple master god belonging entirely to Chen Huangpi.

There will never be another clay Buddha in this world.

"It's finally done!!!"

Chen Huangpi opened his eyes, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

The master said that he could come to the main deity of the temple with ease, as if he were just traveling around in this Buddhist country.

However, the whole process was full of twists and turns.

It was even more dangerous than the journey to Ganyuan.

He was constantly suppressed and beaten by the severed hand and the Buddha.

If it weren't for Chi Xie using a treacherous trick at a crucial moment...

If the Buddha were to truly descend to earth.

I'm afraid a single slap could shatter Chen Huangpi's heart on the spot.

And this time.

The scenes seen by the Evil Eye finally matched Chen Huangpi's consciousness and flooded into his mind.

"Where is Master San's sword light?"

Chen Huangpi looked around and found that the cyan sword light had already dissipated.

A scene flashed through my mind.

After the cyan sword light slashed through the severed hand, it vanished completely, as if its purpose was solely for this moment.

Only one sword.

One move is enough.

The severed hand fell to the ground, emanating an endless aura of deathly grayness that polluted the earth, turning any life in its path into ashes.

Spring goes and autumn comes again, each year brings its own cycle of flourishing and decay.

The Three Bodies of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the Great Enlightenment, and the Sacred Mountain were all stained a deathly gray.

Heaven will grow desolate, and earth will grow old.

Even the most majestic mountains can collapse.

Rumble…

The sacred mountain, which seemed to reach the heavens, crumbled at that moment.

Every inch of the collapsed mountainside transformed into a deathly gray aura, filled with a resolute intent to drain the life force from all things.

A giant vortex formed on the earth.

It is bottomless; if one falls in, one will surely perish.

This is the death energy of the Eastern Emperor.

It is also the power hidden in the physical body after the collapse of one's path and death.

That Jianmu tree was also falling.

Along with Chen Huangpi, the brass oil lamp, the unconscious fox mountain god, and the two brothers, Jinjiao and Yinjiao, they were all falling downwards.

We are about to fall into that forbidden abyss.

"My family, save me!!!"

The brass oil lamp cried out in terror, "This is the collapse of the Dao of the Great Emperor Donghua! If you fall in, you're doomed!"

Its lamp body was pierced by those incredibly tough wild grasses.

They were entangled and unable to move.

They couldn't even muster the slightest ability.

Anxious, Chen Huangpi transformed into a beam of light and flew toward the brass oil lamp.

But the brass oil lamp fell too fast.

There are also the Golden Horn and Silver Horn, as well as the Fox Mountain God.

All three of them were restrained by the severed hand of the Eastern Emperor. Although the severed hand did not want to kill them, it was now truly going to die because of it.

"Ahhhh!!!"

As the brass oil lamp watched itself about to fall into the abyss, and as Chen Huangpi rushed towards it without regard for his own safety, it cried out in despair, "Family member, go! Don't worry about us."

"Get out of here right now, fly away!"

Nothing is more important than your life!!!

"Aren't your lives lives too?"

Chen Huangpi roared with a ferocious expression, "Don't give me any moral lessons! If we're going to leave, we'll leave together! I'd rather die myself than watch you all fall in!!!"

However, the body of the Six Yin Gods is shed.

The Heart Temple has just been completed, and Hao Guang cannot be used.

At this moment, Chen Huangpi is in his weakest state.

His speed couldn't keep up with the speed at which the brass oil lamps were falling.

“Master!!!!”

Chen Huangpi roared to the sky: "Master, Second Master, Third Master, Fourth Master!!!"

He wanted to seek his master's help.

However, no response was received.

Chen Huangpi was stunned.

He realized that the backup plan his master had left for him had actually been arranged long ago in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

But now he's out in the outside world.

In reality, there weren't many backup plans left to smooth things over.

The fourth master, a heretic, had already made it clear that he would only look at himself.

I've grown up and have my own path to walk.

He went to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

The fourth master, a heretical Taoist, is even less capable of looking at himself.

"The Great Qian Immortal Dynasty..."

Chen Huangpi murmured something, then suddenly looked at the Jianmu tree beside him that had fallen with him.

He has a solution.

"Huang Er, Golden Horn, Silver Horn, Fox Mountain God, don't be afraid!"

"I'll take you to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty!!"

Chen Huangpi grabbed the Void-Piercing Divine Sword and stabbed it into the trunk of the Jianmu tree. Then, he drained all the essence from his body, including the essence of his kidneys, liver, heart, and even the spleen that was beginning to form.

All of it was poured into the Jianmu tree at once.

"Longer, longer, longer!!!!"

As Chen Huangpi's ferocious voice rang out.

The Jianmu tree suddenly burst forth with an incomparably emerald green light.

That light is the power of life.

Then came the crazy growth!
Reaching the heavens and the earth!

The tree roots grew faster than Chen Huangpi could fly, taking root directly into that terrifying vortex.

The tree trunk pierced down like a pillar.

The brass oil lamp, the fox mountain god, the golden horn and the silver horn, were all caught by the branches growing from this tree.

And it's not over yet.

Yi Qingzhou made it very clear to Chen Huangpi back then.

This Jianmu tree, reaching to the heavens, is the only way to directly take him into the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

“It’s not enough!!!”

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and slapped his kidney, liver, and heart temples three times in a row.

The three temples were shaken.

Then, he forcibly extracted even more vital energy.

The trunk of the Jianmu tree rose again at a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye.

Chen Huangpi brought the magic tree's ability to grow to its fullest potential.

Inside the Kidney Temple, the Demon Tree emitted a mournful cry.

Cracks appeared in its trunk.

The chains formed from black smoke tightly bound it, preventing it from collapsing, and the tree's trunk kept cycling between breaking and rebuilding.

This was both torture and a transformation for it.

Fortunately, it was worth it.

Chen Huangpi looked down.

Then they saw the brass oil lamps being forcibly pulled out of the vortex by the ever-growing Jianmu tree.

Look up again.

The canopy of the Jianmu tree has already pierced through the clouds.

Chen Huangpi had incredibly sharp eyesight, yet he failed to see the Great Qian Dynasty above the tree canopy.

The voice of the brass oil lamp rang out from far below him: "The Great Qian Immortal Dynasty has sealed itself off and is no longer in the mortal world. Only by breaking through the void can the Jianmu tree see where the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is."

And this requires even more energy.

For Yi Qingzhou, who was a true immortal back then, this method was nothing special.

The power of a true immortal is sufficient.

But Chenhuangpi is different.

He is not an immortal, but he possesses the combat power of an immortal.

"Spleen Temple! Smash it!!"

With a fierce determination, Chen Huangpi shattered the spleen temple that was still under construction and hadn't even taken shape yet.

The spleen temple collapsed.

It was as if a gap had been opened inside Chen Huangpi's body.

This time, the flowing essence caused him excruciating pain in his body's meridians.

It seemed as if it was trying to stretch his body open.

If these vital energies are insufficient...

Then Chen Huangpi had no choice but to destroy the already fully-fledged organ temple.

Click...

Suddenly, a sound like a mirror shattering rang out.

hula la...

Chen Huangpi looked up at the sky.

Then the crown of the Jianmu tree suddenly shot up, and the space around it shattered on the spot.

He saw the void.

There was nothing there.

And in this void, a hidden kingdom slowly emerges.

Chen Huangpi only needed one glance to know that this was the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

Because he stayed in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty for an unknown period of time when he was still an egg.

The Great Qian Immortal Dynasty sealed itself off and ceased to exist in the mortal world.

Outside the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, a gray mist shrouded everything.

It seemed to be an incredibly vast and intricate formation.

Boom! ! ! !

There was a soft sound.

It looked like the wood had hit something.

The canopy of the Jianmu tree pressed against the formation of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

And then.

Chen Huangpi then saw the green light emanating from the entire Jianmu tree quickly dim.

He didn't understand what was going on.

Available in the next second.

He sensed a guiding force, similar to the Gate of Creation.

The Jianmu tree connects to the heavens, allowing one to travel to any part of the Xuanzhen Dao Realm.

Even the celestial realm can be reached.

This is because it inherently possesses the ability to guide and guide all living beings.

Therefore, cultivators in the Xuanzhen Daoist world refer to Tanggu, where the Tongtian Jianmu tree grows, as a road.

And just then.

The brass oil lamp cried out, "Be careful, my lord! That demon Yama is climbing up!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi subconsciously looked down.

Then, he saw a scene that horrified him.

The shadow of Yama, who had previously fought a great battle with the Buddha and opened the path to enlightenment, was now extremely dim. It should have disappeared after the Six Yin Gods faded away, but unexpectedly it was still in the mortal realm.

The Shadow of Yama is seen clinging to the Jianmu tree with both hands, as if climbing it.

Its speed is extremely fast.

They looked like demons that had crawled out of hell.

Wherever the shadow of Yama passed, all the branches growing from the Jianmu tree were broken off.

The Golden Horned Fox, the Silver Horned Fox, the Mountain God Fox, and the Brass Oil Lamp, which were originally restrained by their severed hands, were all freed after being hit by this collision.

Chen Huangpi's expression changed slightly.

He felt that the will within the shadow of Yama had vanished.

But that wasn't the reason he was terrified at that moment.

Because of his evil eye.

Through the shadow of Yama, his evil eye saw a scene of shattered light and shadow that left him utterly bewildered.

The shattered light and shadow seemed to be a scene from the aftershocks of the great battle between the Shadow of Yama and the Buddha.

Within the interplay of light and shadow.

Chen Huangpi saw a world.

It is the Yin Earth of the Yellow Springs.

Within the Yin Earth of the Yellow Springs, ten Nine Netherworld Divine Lamps appear and disappear intermittently.

Those ten Nine Netherworld Lamps occupied ten locations in the Yellow Springs Yin Land.

The phrase "all directions" can already explain all the directions of a world.

Nine is an imaginary number.

It represents an unseen direction.

This is something Chen Huangpi heard his master tell him when he was very young.

Because the Nine Dragons Refining Furnace represents nine directions, encompassing this imaginary number.

But now, Chen Huangpi has seen the tenth direction.

His mind suddenly went blank.

The ten Nine Netherworld Lamps continuously enlightened the Yin Spirits in the Yellow Springs Yin Land, but he still doesn't know what these Yin Spirits are for.

I only remember from the brass oil lamp that my master said the spirits were coarse grains.

But actually.

To enlighten the spirits of the underworld, you don't need ten lamps at all. One lamp from a brass oil lamp is enough.

"These ten avatars are embedded in the entire Netherworld..."

Chen Huangpi almost cried out, "This is an array? Why does it feel more like alchemy to me? What are Master and Yin Tianzi doing? Did they already plan to refine the Yellow Spring Yin Soil before the world changed?"

But then he said those words.

The shadow of Yama suddenly paused, and the remaining light and shadow immediately shattered and dissipated.

Followed by.

Chen Huangpi then felt a gaze pierce through Yama's shadow, giving him a meaningful look.

That gaze vanished in a single glance.

It seemed that what he had said almost touched on the truth.

This pre-arranged plan must not be known to others, not even oneself.

Then, the shadow of Yama plunged headfirst into the shadow of Chen Huangpi.

No matter how Chen Huangpi called out, the shadow of Yama did not respond.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

A deafening roar reverberated through the void.

The branches of the Tongtian Jianmu tree plunged directly into the layer of gray mist outside the Daqian Immortal Court.

Chen Huangpi's vision went black.

Immediately afterwards, he felt himself being sucked directly into the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

As for the brass oil lamp, the gold and silver horns, and the unconscious fox mountain god, they were all the same.

……

And at this moment.

In that dark, yellow earth.

The face of the Underworld Emperor occupied the entire sky above the underworld.

The great sun between His brows burns constantly.

He is long dead, but he also lives on in the past.

Now, He slowly withdrew His gaze, no longer paying attention to His dearest disciple.

Then, He looked at the clones of the Nine Netherworld Lamps that occupied the ten locations of the Yellow Springs Yin Land.

Ten Nine Netherworld Lamps were hung outside the main halls of the Ten Kings of Hell.

The Ten Kings of Hell have long since died.

But unlike what Chen Huangpi had joked about, they didn't all rush into the sun and turn to ashes; the air was filled with the ashes of the vengeful ghost's father.

The Ten Kings of Hell are sometimes located in the midst of the sun.

Some of them were stationed in the main hall.

The King of the Underworld looked toward the Ninth Palace, and a beam of golden light shot out from his eyes. Within that golden light, there seemed to be a distorted figure.

It is the spirit of the Buddha who failed in the struggle against Tao.

The Buddha's soul should have died with the defeat in the Daoist struggle, but the Underworld Emperor forcibly froze it.

The golden light split into ten parts.

The ten clones of the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp hanging at the entrance of the Ten Palaces suddenly opened their blood-red maws and swallowed the golden light whole.

The previously dim lights suddenly flared up.

It seems they have received nourishment.

After doing all this, the King of the Underworld slowly closed his eyes.

His energy was never actually focused on Chen Huangpi.

Chen Huangpi's guess was indeed 90% correct.

Before the cataclysmic changes in the world, He began to plot with his closest friend. Not only He participated in this plot, but also Emperor Chen, and even the Immortal Venerable joined in at the very beginning.

Unfortunately, things took an unexpected turn later.

He and Master Chen Huangpi broke ties with the Immortal Venerable.

They fought a great battle.

In the end, they never spoke to each other again.

As for what happened after that, Yin Tianzi never communicated with Master Chen Huangpi again.

Because they had known each other for many years.

There is no need for communication, nor is communication possible.

But the changes in the world made him realize what the other person was doing now.

When the cataclysmic changes in the world come to an end.

The King of the Underworld will then bring this sun into the world.

The ten clones of the Nine Netherworld Lamps were an essential part of His coming into the world.

Chen Huangpi's master did not control the ten Nine Netherworld Divine Lamps clones.

The moment it entered this Netherworld.

It's the underworld emperor who's taking over.

……

And in that Buddhist land in the Central Plains.

The sun rises and sets, the stars shift and the constellations move.

Time flies by.

The sacred mountain has collapsed, replaced by a massive, deathly gray vortex.

Suddenly one day.

The deathly gray vortex paused for a moment, then began to gradually shrink.

It's as if something inside is absorbing it.

This place has now become a forbidden zone for humans.

The beings that remain in certain small worlds of the human realm dare not even look here.

They knew that the horrible thing was not dead.

Instead, it became even more terrifying.

"who am I?"

A bewildered voice echoed from within the vortex.

It seemed to be asking itself, and also the whole world.

Then it fell silent and continued to absorb its own power.

After a long time.

The voice rang out again: "I have a natural affinity for plants and trees. I seem to come from the Great Qian Dynasty. I am a disciple of the Pure Immortal Temple. I am exceptionally talented, yet incredibly lazy."

"It feels like I've been through a lot."

"I seem to have an enemy."

"Yes, I remember him, his name is Chen Daoxing!"

"And what about me? Who am I?"

The voice began to ponder itself. It remembered that many voices had told it its name, but now it couldn't recall some of them.

And so, the owner of this voice.

That is, the severed hand, after absorbing all the power.

The eye in its palm suddenly opened.

Everything that had happened here before surfaced in its mind.

"The Great Emperor Donghua Lingguang..."

The severed hand murmured, "I don't think I have this name, and I can't remember anything related to it, so my name should be..."

"should be……"

"Xu Qingshan!"

The severed hand froze: "I am Xu Qingshan, and Chen Huangpi is my most beloved junior brother. I brought Golden Horn and Silver Horn to the human world."

"But why would that bald monk call me the Great Emperor of Donghua Lingguang?"

He hesitated, somewhat puzzled, as he cut off his hand.

But soon, it saw something.

That was a book on alchemy.

It was Chen Huangpi who had previously taken out the Seventy-Two Secret Elixir Solution to prove that it was Xu Qingshan.

With his severed hand, he flipped through the seventy-two secret elixir manuals.

It seemed as if it saw the 'self' that wrote these seventy-two secret elixirs.

I read through the pages one by one.

The man with the severed hand's gaze softened.

I also feel increasingly guilty.

Because it remembered that it almost killed Chen Huangpi, that it even injured the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, and that it strangled the stubborn and stupid Silver Horn until it howled in agony.

And there's also the fox mountain god.

That was one of the two gods it had personally crafted.

Back then, it was just to make up the numbers, but now, seeing old friends again, a complex mix of emotions immediately welled up in his heart.

The man with the severed hand sighed, "It's all the fault of those treacherous dogs from the Jietian Sect. To hell with the Eastern Emperor! I am Xu Qingshan, Xu Qingshan of the Jingxian Temple."

Its tone of voice has changed.

It was as if the cyan sword light had indeed severed everything between it and the Eastern Emperor.

"So, Junior Brother went to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

The severed hand glanced at the long-withered Jianmu tree and the already closed void.

It can no longer enter the Great Qian Dynasty through the Jianmu tree.

"I remember that the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty was engaged in a great war with the Immortal Realm. That place is very dangerous."

The man with the severed hand said, "I'm worried about my junior brother going alone."

So it flew up into the sky.

They flew to the place where the Jianmu tree shattered the void.

boom! ! ! !

He clenched his severed hand into a fist and slammed it down.

The space shattered instantly.

But that's not enough. After the space shattered, it didn't simply disappear into the void of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

So, we have to continue.

Even with the severed hand, he kept punching him relentlessly.

Space shattered, and before it could heal, a punch landed.

Yi Qingzhou was a true immortal back then, and the method he suggested was the safest one, because the Jianmu tree inherently possessed this ability.

But besides that.

Another method is to rely on absolute power to shatter the void and fight your way in.

But if it reaches this level...

This will inevitably provoke a counterattack from the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty's formation.

However, he didn't care about losing his hand at all.

Its only goal now is to infiltrate the Great Qian Dynasty and find Chen Huangpi to protect it.

"Junior brother, wait!"

The man with the severed hand calmly said, "I will never watch you fall into danger. With me here, no one can hurt you. And as for Chen Daoxing, I won't be at peace until he's dead!"

“It is close to the Tao; I can prove it once more.”

……

At this moment.

In those Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Jingxian Temple has long since been transformed into its former state.

And inside the main hall of this temple.

The abbot, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, sighed: "I am simply different from those humans and do not meet them, but I have no conflict with you. Even though I have come to these Ten Thousand Mountains, do you think I would be short of a cup of tea?"

The abbot has met the Great Emperor Donghua Lingguang.

To him, that was a pretty good junior.

Unfortunately, he was dead after all.

After the collapse of the Dao, all that remained was a corpse.

The remaining consciousness within the corpse was constantly tormented, yearning to know who it truly was.

But that was only something that happened during his lifetime.

It has absolutely no connection to this corpse anymore.

The abbot severed the obsession with the severed hand, giving this junior a chance to transform into a completely new being.

But what I didn't expect was.

This severed hand does not recognize itself as the Great Emperor Donghua.

Instead, he became convinced that he was Xu Qingshan.

"I don't know if you did it intentionally or unintentionally."

The abbot shook his head and said, "But if it's going to rain, it's going to rain; if a mother wants to remarry, then so be it."

And this time.

A weak voice rang out: "Master, it's Xu Qingshan, but what about me?"

The abbot laughed and said, "You are naturally also Xu Qingshan."

"If it can prove itself again, then you too can step into a level close to the Tao."

“You three children are all incredibly lazy, yet each of you has your own destiny. It truly is a matter of fate.”

"Abbot, what about the other senior brothers?"

"Your other senior brothers aren't lazy, so why worry about them?"

"A perfect world can accommodate more beings that are close to the Dao, and perhaps even a few Dao Lords."

At this point, the abbot paused, then continued, "It's just a struggle for power, and there are very few who can actually take the lead. It's still the same old people from back then, and the struggle between those who stole the masters of the old world."

"Try to feel the teacher's way with your heart."

"At that time, only you will be able to help him."

And within this old view.

Those who come to experience the Way of the Master are not only the Taoist priests.

There was also an old man wearing a dark blue Taoist robe.

The old man was holding a sword that was exactly the same as the Tai Sui Killing Sword, and even his Taoist robe was the same as the abbot's.

At this moment, the sword intent emanating from the old man was incredibly astonishing.

Looking at the sword is like looking at myself.

This was the first swordsmanship that Chen Huangpi recognized: "I view my sword as I view my Taiyizi."

Taiyizi's aptitude wasn't particularly good.

He reached the level of a True Immortal in the Azure Heaven Era by relying on the resources he earned from reselling the same Taoist robes and magic swords worn by the abbot.

Now, after the upheaval in the world has ended.

He will be among the first true immortals in the world.

Furthermore, Taiyizi was also sensing the Dao of the Abbot.

This is also his good fortune.

He helped Chen Huangpi, though he mistakenly believed him to be a successor of the Tai Sui Cult, and was willing to fight to the death to carve out a path for his own successor.

But once you've helped, you've helped.

With such a relationship, the abbot naturally wouldn't be stingy with him.

The abbot looked up at the sky.

In his gaze, there was that silhouette shrouded outside the Xuanzhen Dao Realm.

There was also the sight of a severed hand shattering the void.

The only thing missing was the dried tangerine peel.

"Yellow skin, yellow skin".

The abbot smiled and said, "Once you have cultivated the Temple of the Heart, you will be seventeen years old. But the rest is something you will have to figure out for yourself."

"I can never go back to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

"Your senior brothers can't go back either."

"Take a look for your master and your fellow disciples. That place is my home, their home, but it is also another home for you."

……

The Great Qian Dynasty was shrouded in darkness.

There is no sun or moon here.

Everywhere was shrouded in a gray fog.

Within this mist, a bright yellow light appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Look closely, and you'll see it's a dilapidated temple.

Inside the temple, a group of people stood silently around a burning bronze oil lamp.

This group of people are all monks.

Wearing a blue robe, his cultivation level ranged from Nascent Soul to Void Return stage.

The leader was an old man who was fiddling with a miniature alchemy furnace in his hand, as if he were a cultivator who refined pills.

And just then.

Suddenly, a strange aura appeared not far away.

The expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly.

The old man looked over sharply and saw that outside the dilapidated temple, not far away, the gray mist was constantly gathering and in the blink of an eye, it turned into something like a tide.

"Don't be afraid, that tide isn't coming for us."

The old man reassured us, "With this oil lamp here, as long as we don't go over there, the tide will ignore us, and the things inside won't come out. Just wait."

"It will be fine when it's daytime."

"Let's hurry during the day, and we'll reach the old town soon."

Old State was their destination.

Once you go to that old state, you can deliver the refined pills there in exchange for some spiritual energy to help the sect's cultivators break through to higher levels.

And where they are now.

It was once called Immortal Spirit Valley, the lineage of a true immortal, but that immortal has long since died.

The Immortal Spirit Valley was completely shrouded in gray mist.

"Old Feng, is there still any spiritual energy left in the tides?"

"Yes, of course."

Old Feng said calmly, "Besides spiritual energy, there is also the dead immortal inside. There is not much spiritual energy left in there. If you are an immortal, you can go in and collect the spiritual energy."

"What you're saying is ridiculous. If I had become an immortal, I would have gone to the Heavenly River Battlefield long ago."

"Alas, His Majesty has not appeared for over ten thousand years. The great war continues. I wonder how His Majesty is doing?"

"Old Feng, everyone's saying His Majesty is dead. Do you think it's true?"

"His Majesty will not die!"

Old Master Feng frowned and rebuked, "Although I have never seen His Majesty, without His Majesty, the Great Qian Dynasty would have collapsed long ago. Sooner or later, His Majesty will..."

At this point, Old Master Feng's voice weakened, but he stubbornly insisted, "His Majesty will return. He is not dead; he is just... just ill..."

“When we went to Jiuzhou this time, those of you with talent could try to join the Tai Sui Sect.”

"If it succeeds, perhaps one day I will be able to meet His Majesty."

The emperor they were referring to was Emperor Chen.

The entire Great Qian Immortal Dynasty knows that Emperor Chen is ill, very ill, and has not appeared since his great battle with the Immortal Venerable a long time ago.

The decrees issued by Emperor Chen back then are still in effect.

The Immortal Realm and the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty were constantly at war, vying for spiritual resources.

Tai Sui Sect, Jie Tian Sect, and Bai Ling Tian.

Many religious sects in the old state were also involved.

Sometimes, not only immortals, but even cultivators undergoing tribulation are dispatched there.

Not many people knew about this, but it was nighttime.

Another gray fog tide appeared nearby, and they had no interest in talking much. They simply sat in silence around the bronze oil lamp.

Can be sudden.

The gray fog gradually receded.

Old Feng looked somewhat surprised. Once the gray fog tide appeared, it would last until dawn and never receded in advance.

Could it be that this is not the gray fog tide?
Sudden……

Someone exclaimed, "Look! There's someone in the tide!" (End of Chapter)