Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Inside the dilapidated temple, the lights were dim.

Elder Feng and the other cultivators sat together, their expressions filled with undisguised shock.

Just a quarter of an hour ago.

As the gray mist receded, a young man dressed in a black Taoist robe sewn with gold thread fell out.

The boy looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old.

He had a cold and aloof appearance, and although he was unconscious, one could still sense an indescribable, otherworldly aura about him.

The boy had a tattered brass oil lamp hanging from his waist.

They couldn't sense a trace of spiritual energy from the boy.

He looks just like an ordinary person.

How could a mortal be swept up in the gray fog tide and not suffer even the slightest injury?

“Old Feng, I just tried to pluck a hair from this man to test whether he is human or not, but his hair is incredibly hard.”

Someone whispered, "I can't cut him even with my magic sword, could he be some kind of evil spirit?"

"With this oil lamp, it is not evil."

Old Feng stretched out his thin, dry hand and pulled the broken brass oil lamp from Chen Huangpi's waist.

Then, he took it out and compared it with the bronze oil lamp placed in the dilapidated temple.

"Except for the color, everything else is the same."

"It's just too worn out, and it's covered in teeth marks. If you didn't know better, you'd think it was a teething toy."

"That's because you're ignorant."

Old Feng stroked the body of the brass oil lamp and put it back in its original place: "The material used to make this lamp body seems to be quite extraordinary. Even with my experience, I can't tell the difference."

"Judging from this lamp, this person must be of extraordinary status."

The Great Qian Dynasty is no longer the prosperous era it once was, filled with spiritual energy and where all the immortals came to pay homage.

Nowadays, cultivators must carry this bronze oil lamp with them wherever they go.

This lamp is a replica of the legendary Golden Sky Lantern.

It possesses the ability to ward off all evil spirits.

Once lit while carried on your person, the gray mist tides will not approach.

It is something that provides for one's livelihood.

It is also a symbol of identity.

Only humans would carry such oil lamps on their person.

The reason they brought this unconscious person and lamp to this dilapidated temple was not because they had any bad intentions.

However, it wouldn't be accurate to call it "helping those in need."

"This person is of extraordinary status."

Old Feng reminded him again, "It's fate that we met him. If we pretend we can't see him, who knows what kind of person he is when he wakes up? He might even take his anger out on us."

"And it's perfectly reasonable for us to bring him to this dilapidated temple."

“We won’t take advantage of him, nor will we ask for anything in return. We’ll leave at dawn, leaving him alone in this dilapidated temple. When he wakes up and learns what happened, he won’t feel anything is wrong.”

That's why they say having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

A long-faced cultivator sighed, "Elder Feng, you have been traveling to Jiuzhou for many years and have seen a lot. You know how to handle things. If it weren't for you, we would probably either pretend we didn't see it or go and pick up the scraps."

"Ah……"

Old Feng sneered, "The bold get rich, the timid starve. Neither the bold nor the timid live long. You should all remember this from now on."

The others nodded in agreement, indicating that they had taken it to heart.

However, to be honest, these people were just talking the talk.

In fact, from the moment they set off from their sect, they knew very well that they would have to rely on Elder Feng on the way, so they respected his every word and action and would never dare to act rashly.

Several of those present were not visiting the old capital for the first time.

But in terms of experience, everyone admires Old Feng the most.

As time passes slowly.

Soon, the gray mist outside the dilapidated temple gradually rose into the sky.

The monks looked through the gap in the dilapidated temple roof and felt the bright light shining on them, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, each of them made a hand seal and bowed slightly.

"Praise be to Heaven."

The Great Qian Dynasty had no sun or moon, but it still had the alternation of day and night.

The monks traveling through the gray fog to the old state kept in mind the taboos and rituals passed down through generations.

Praise the heavens, and celebrate that you have safely passed another night.

But at this moment.

Thousands of miles away from this dilapidated temple.

There is a collapsed mountain here.

Boom! ! !
A ferocious, enormous beast emerged from the rubble of the mountain.

This giant beast has two heads, each with eight eyes, and a single horn, one gold and one silver, cuts through the air with a sound like cutting silk.

It was indeed the Golden Horn and the Silver Horn.

"Finally, it's dawn!"

Golden Horn roared, "What kind of hellish place is this Great Qian Immortal Dynasty? It's all shrouded in smog, making it impossible for me to see or smell anything."

"Big brother, where are we now?"

"Where's Yellow Fur Daddy? I can't find him! And where are that scoundrel fox and that scoundrel lamp?"

Silver Horn stared at his eight big eyes as he looked around.

But it didn't see that familiar figure.

Previously, they entered the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty by taking advantage of the Jianmu tree.

Once inside, they were forcibly sucked into the endless gray mist. Before they could react, they were separated from each other and could no longer see each other.

In the darkness of night, the gray fog can further obscure their vision and senses.

Although the Golden Horn and Silver Horn were not afraid of death at all.

Moreover, the two brothers were incredibly stubborn, but the terrifying aura faintly emanating from those gray mist tides truly frightened them.

Unfamiliar with the place, they had no choice but to hide in the collapsed mountains, not daring to make any rash moves.

I was hoping to see dried tangerine peel after dawn.

But to my surprise, there was none around.

Moreover, looking around, the land within a hundred miles was scorched and barren, as if a great battle had taken place here, and even life had been forcibly extinguished.

"Big brother, I think I can smell Huangpi's scent."

Just then, Silver Horn sniffed and dug its four claws deep into the ground.

Golden Horn asked in astonishment, "Silver Horn, this isn't the Yellow Springs Yin Land, how come your nose is so sensitive? You can still smell Yellow Skin Father's scent?"

"Huh? Big brother, you can't do it?"

"Nonsense, you ate my body, so I lost all my abilities long ago."

The reason it can be smelled in the human world is because it follows the Buddhist spirit on the dried tangerine peel.

It was not the original ability of the Child of Di Ting.

The same applies to the smell of silver horn.

The mortal realm and the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty are not the Yellow Springs Yin Land.

The son of Di Ting (a mythical beast) can turn misfortune into good fortune by standing on the ground, and his ability to know everything should theoretically be of no use.

But now, Silver Horn is indeed using the tracking ability of the Son of the Listening.

For a while.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn looked at each other and saw the bewilderment in each other's eight eyes.

"Where did that damn tree go?"

"Is this still the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty?"

Both of them fell into thought.

But he only thought about it for a short while.

Silver Horn protested, "Brother! My head hurts so much from thinking. I don't want to think about it anymore. Yellow Skin Father is smart. Let's go find him and let him think it over."

Having said that, Silver Horn roared.

The single horn on its head immediately emitted a dazzling silver light.

The same applies to Golden Horn.

The two objects, intertwined with golden and silver light, hurtled towards Chen Huangpi's location at an incredible speed, like a bolt of lightning.

……

At this moment.

Chen Huangpi felt as if he had returned to the egg.

He felt heavy and tired, and hadn't had a proper sleep in a very long time.

At the same time, he also felt very dizzy.

When he entered the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, he was sucked into the vortex and spun around wildly.

It's as if it shook my brain until it was all mixed up.

Many fragmented images flashed through his mind, then disappeared just as quickly.

In these images.

Chen Huangpi hurriedly saw the scene of him escaping into the immortal realm when he was still an egg.

He was being hunted down by countless immortals.

Master led him through a bloody path, but then a majestic figure charged toward Master. That figure was enveloped in boundless immortal energy, and seemed to be the embodiment of the word "immortal".

"He was born from the Yellow Heaven, a true immortal."

"Brother Dao, give me this egg. It shouldn't have been born at this time. I can see that it will bring about changes in the world and bring about a calamity. Let me destroy it, and after 18,000 years, I will continue to be its overlord!"

“Brother Qi, Heaven has sent people into the world; there’s no question of whether or not it should have happened.”

The master frowned and said, "It already has consciousness; it's a living being. As for that great calamity, wasn't it something we agreed upon long ago?"

"It's just a matter of changing the living being to do this."

"You have the magnanimity to accommodate all the cultivators of the Immortal Realm, so why can't you accommodate it?"

"It is the Yellow Heaven, not a cultivator!"

The figure, the Immortal Venerable, said coldly, "Even if you kill it, it will still be the Yellow Heaven. I am willing for you to be the Yellow Heaven Dao Master. Do you really consider it your disciple just because it calls you Master?"

"The Yellow Heaven is the heaven, but it has no humanity!"

"Brother Qi, everything is predestined, and nothing is up to us."

The master's voice also turned cold: "Throne leaders throughout history have all committed suicide at the last moment. Even if I were the Dao Lord, I would only have a 30% chance of winning. I will not entrust this child to you."

"Once a teacher, always a teacher."

“My disciple did nothing to offend you, yet you insisted on killing him. You can’t tolerate him, but I can.”

"Even a perfect world can accommodate him!"

"Chen Shidao! You and I are best friends! Our friendship has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years!"

"Qi Xiuping!!!"

The master said in a deep voice, "Precisely because we have a friendship spanning hundreds of thousands of years, you should know my character better than anyone else. You, me, and Brother Yin, aren't we all seeking the same kind of ideals?"

"The anomalies in heaven and earth were not brought about by him; they were the resolute decision of the Xuanzhen Dao Realm, which had been without hope of advancing to a perfect world for countless epochs."

"The killing calamity was brought up by you, and Yin and I added to it."

"You can see the outline of that world beyond, perhaps..."

"Maybe what?"

The Immortal Venerable angrily said, "Perhaps if you, as the Dao Master, could defeat that outline? Even as the Dao Master, you only have a 30% chance of winning, let alone this Dao Embryo."

“This embryo is dead and has no chance of being born.”

“Kill it, let it return to chaos, and then it will transform into the Yellow Heaven.”

"How should the Xuanzhen Dao Realm fight its last stand? If it is killed, wouldn't the Yellow Heaven be even more incomplete?"

"That's better than nothing."

"Alright, since I can't convince you, then let's make a move."

The master also had a temper. He reached out and used the fishing rod as a sword, coldly saying, "If I win, then you shall listen to me."

"You, Chen Shidao, are something else."

The Immortal Venerable laughed in anger: "You don't even need to use that sword, yet you want a fair fight? Fine, it's been a long time since I've fought you, so I'd like to experience your superior skills."

Having said that, the Immortal Venerable turned and roared at the many figures flying towards him, "All of you, step back! What happened today must not be spread. Seal the realm immediately!"

Then Chen Huangpi saw the Immortal Venerable and his master fighting together.

One is the undisputed number one powerhouse in the Xuanzhen Dao world.

It is hailed as the being closest to the Dao.

He is undoubtedly the future master of the Yellow Heaven Dao.

The other was the first ascendant of the Xuanzhen Dao Realm, a powerful figure who discovered the Immortal Realm and became the ruler of that realm.

The two of them jumped directly into the river of time to fight.

This is all the Chenhuangpi can see.

After that, my memories were no longer related to this great battle.

Because his master had taken him away.

"So I was right all along."

Chen Huangpi's consciousness echoed: "Master, the Immortal Venerable, and the Underworld Emperor were really good friends back then, but did they turn against each other because of me? Why do I feel that it doesn't seem like it."

The Immortal Venerable truly wanted to destroy him so that he could continue to be the Yellow Emperor.

Rather than a descended immortal.

They seemed to have a plan, and the part about the killing calamity was even proposed by the Immortal Venerable, with the Master and the Underworld Emperor as supplements.

Even if the Immortal Venerable and Master were to go to war.

Neither of them opened a path to fight; instead, they directly engaged in a magical duel.

It didn't even come to the point of being a life-or-death feud or turning into bitter enemies.

In other words, something must have happened to lead to the current situation.

suddenly……

Chen Huangpi thought of something: "No, I clearly felt that besides the Immortal Venerable, there was another being who was almost like the Dao who was fighting against my master."

"That being is definitely not Chen Daoxing."

At that time, he was still just a True Immortal.

“The aura of that being was completely different from his.”

"Could it be that the Immortal Venerable deceived Master? He appears righteous on the surface, but he does one thing and does another. He even secretly gathered people to attack Master."

Thinking about it that way...

Chen Huangpi suddenly felt his thoughts flow much more smoothly.

If you think about it this way, then everything makes sense.

The Immortal Venerable is utterly shameless. On the surface, he fights fairly with his master, but in the end, he has someone sneak up on him.

Therefore, his master and he became enemies.

That's why my uncle hated the Immortal Venerable so much, and when the upheaval in the world was about to begin, he directly declared war on the Immortal Realm.

"That despicable Immortal Venerable!"

Chen Huangpi said angrily, "Just wait, one day I will kill my way to the Immortal Realm to avenge my master. You shameless scoundrel, I will definitely teach you a lesson."

Even my uncle only scolded me.

This immortal venerable one immediately tried to destroy me.

How shameless, hateful, and despicable!
……

And this moment.

In that dilapidated temple.

Elder Feng and the other cultivators were already preparing to leave.

After daybreak, the gray fog rises into the sky, which means that no evil will appear here during the day.

They estimated it would take about two weeks to reach Old Town.

It's impossible to waste time here.

He took one last look at the sleeping young Taoist.

To Old Feng's surprise, the Taoist's aura suddenly changed drastically. Although his appearance was still the same, he had lost his previous coldness and the indescribable eerie and mysterious feeling.

"Let's go, we shouldn't associate with people like that."

Old Feng stood up and cast a hand seal towards the bronze oil lamp.

The bronze oil lamp shattered instantly.

They transformed into eight oil lamps, which flew towards Elder Feng and several other cultivators.

There were more than a dozen of these monks.

However, not everyone can get one, because the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is short of resources, and the number of oil lamps that the major sects jointly produce is decreasing, only enough to ensure that most people can use them.

These eight lamps were painstakingly put together by Elder Feng and the others when they left the sect.

This trip to Jiuzhou is not only to exchange pills for scarce spiritual energy, but also to try to obtain one or two bronze oil lamps. Otherwise, in a few decades, the gray fog tide near the sect will probably be too strong to stop.

The gray fog tide will accumulate more and more.

When it erupts one day, who knows how many terrifying beings will emerge from within.

However, moving to a different location carries enormous risks.

The cultivators of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty are now struggling to survive.

But just as everyone left the dilapidated temple and had walked about ten miles away, a rumbling sound...

From a great distance, a sound like thunderous fury came one after another.

Old Feng's expression changed drastically.

Cultivators all possess spiritual awareness.

At that moment, his intuition told him that this attack was aimed at them.

The long-faced cultivator instinctively tried to channel his magical power into his eyes.

"Use your magic power sparingly, use elixirs instead."

As Old Feng spoke, he waved his hand, and a miniature alchemy furnace appeared out of thin air. The lid of the furnace opened, and shriveled pills the size of soybeans were separated out.

The long-faced cultivator swallowed the pill, and his eyes immediately gleamed with golden light.

Then, all the cultivators looked in the direction from which the sound came.

next second...

The faces of the cultivators, including Elder Feng, turned extremely pale.

They saw a monster.

A monster with two enormous heads, a body the size of a tiger and as strong as an ox, but several times larger.

The monster was enveloped in gold and silver colors.

Its speed was extremely fast.

Moreover, the undisguised ferocity emanating from them instilled a sense of fear and trembling from the very depths of one's soul the moment one sensed it.

"It's something sinister..."

"An evil aura comparable to that of an Ascension Realm cultivator..."

"But it's daytime now. Could it be that a gray fog tide has gathered and erupted nearby? Why would such an evil light appear in broad daylight?"

"It's over, it's over..."

Everyone felt utterly hopeless.

The area where they were located was near the Immortal Spirit Valley, but the former True Immortal Dojo had long since been merged into the gray mist tide, and there was not much spiritual energy in the tide.

This place was a necessary stop on their way to Old Town.

But their sect is located far overseas.

Overseas, in barren lands.

There's no way a powerful cultivator would pass by. Besides, most powerful cultivators have gone to the battlefields of the Immortal Realm.

Only those whose lifespan is nearing its end will remain in the sect to pass away peacefully.

He sacrificed all his cultivation to provide opportunities for the younger generation to practice.

Such beings would never leave the sect and appear in the outside world.

Roar! ! ! ! ! !

The roar resounded through heaven and earth.

The Golden Horn and Silver Horn were moving at incredible speed when they spotted the dilapidated temple.

"Brother, Huangpi's father is in that dilapidated temple."

“I can smell his scent.”

"And that cheap lamp!"

"Hey bro, do you feel like you bumped into something?"

"It's probably just a bird flying around aimlessly, who cares?"

Ten miles away from that dilapidated temple, Old Feng looked on in despair. He had just summoned a magic sword, intending to fight this terrifying evil spirit.

As a result, the magic sword collided with this evil entity.

They couldn't even break through the other party's skin.

It was even directly smashed to pieces by the impact.

Spiritual energy is a rare commodity in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, so cultivators mostly rely on magical artifacts, formations, and talismans, rather than the extremely prosperous magic techniques that existed before the cataclysmic changes in the world.

Elder Feng's cultivation level has already reached the Void Returning stage.

Above that is the Dao Integration Realm, also known as the Body Integration Realm, and then Ascension.

He understood early in his life that he had no potential for further breakthroughs and was simply waiting to return to his sect and pass away when his lifespan was nearing its end.

Taking the younger generation through the old town was something he had been doing since he was young.

The journey was fraught with danger, so he put a lot of thought into this magic sword.

I had hoped that at least I could stop them a little.

result……

"That evil creature didn't even sense that my magic sword was about to strike it."

Old Master Feng took a deep breath and said to everyone, "I will go and lure it away. Evil creatures eat people. I have the highest cultivation level. You should light oil lamps. Perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope for you."

After saying that, Old Feng took down his bronze oil lamp and threw down the alchemy furnace. He then activated his magic power and, without looking back, transformed into a streak of light and crashed into the terrifying evil entity.

The cultivators were furious upon seeing this.

"Old Feng!!!!"

"Light the bronze oil lamp; don't let Old Feng do useless work."

The long-faced monk gritted his teeth so hard they almost broke, and resolutely lit his bronze oil lamp.

However, the light was warm.

But the light shining on them made their hearts feel incredibly cold.

Will they survive?
Can that evil spirit really be lured away by Elder Feng?

Why would such a terrifying and malevolent entity suddenly appear out of nowhere?

The long-faced monk looked at the dilapidated temple in the distance.

His intuition told him.

Perhaps that terrifying evil was aimed at the young Taoist priest inside.

"You demon! Do you dare to fight me?!"

Old Feng's white hair flew wildly, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He kept forming hand seals, releasing all his energy.

"Brother, what's that old man doing?"

Silver Horn asked blankly, "Where are the demons? Did you see them, brother?"

"You have eight eyes, and I have eight eyes too. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean I can."

Two puffs of white breath came out of Jinjiao's nostrils, and he said in a ferocious voice, "Hey you old bastard, what are you yelling for? A good dog doesn't block the way, you know? Otherwise, I'll swallow you whole and taste your saltiness."

"kill!!!!!"

Elder Feng unleashed a burst of magical energy, directly striking Golden Horn.

Then he saw that the terrifying evil indeed stopped.

But the silver head opened its mouth wide and swallowed the magic seal he had unleashed, chewing it up with its ferocious head.

This……

Upon seeing this, Elder Feng's hand, which was forming the mudra, trembled.

However, he also achieved his goal of causing this evil.

"Want to go?"

Silver Horn grinned maliciously, leaped forward, and blocked Old Feng's path as he tried to fly away in another direction.

Looking at the old man, whose face was deathly pale and who was trembling with fear.

Silver Horn stuck out his barbed tongue and said cruelly, "I didn't intend to bother with you, you old codger. You're so old, yet you're as thin as a dried-up husk. Your flesh is tough and rancid, practically inedible!"

"But you actually dared to lay a hand on me, Second Master! It's simply..."

"Big brother, what was it again?"

"It's just a matter of life and death!"

Golden Horn sneered, "This old bastard is obviously a lowly cultivator, and his flesh is also lowly flesh. Did you hear me, you old bastard? Call me 'Grandpa' or 'Second Grandpa' and we'll give you a quick death."

"I guarantee I'll send you to meet the King of Hell in one bite."

Upon seeing this, Old Feng's heart stirred slightly.

What's going on with this strange phenomenon?

Surprisingly, it seemed that they could even communicate with each other, and the hostile attitude was not one of immediate hostility.

Is there still a chance for things to turn around?

Thinking of this, Old Feng was about to speak and call out "Grandpa" or "Second Grandpa".

But before he could say anything...

Golden Horn grabbed Old Feng, his ferocious head drooping, and mocked, "You lowly cultivator, you actually dare to shout?"

Silver Horn laughed loudly: "I was just kidding you. Even if you call me grandpa or ancestor, your grandpa and grandpa won't give you a quick death!"

"Those dozen or so cultivators over there are your men too, aren't they?"

"Oh, there's also a broken bronze lamp."

"Big brother, I want to down this in one gulp!"

"What are you eating? Just kill them all!"

Golden Horn roared, "We finally managed to digest some of the evil spirits and can fly again. If you eat more, we'll have to run on the ground again. You'll really make the Son of Di Ting lose face."

"Huh? Haven't we completely disgraced Dad yet?"

Silver Horn tilted his head, looking both silly and foolish.

Enraged, Golden Horn seized control of the body and charged at the cultivators surrounding the bronze oil lamp.

My younger brother is getting dumber and dumber.

When you're out and about, your appearance is a reflection of your own efforts.

It's so sad that only I understand such a simple truth.

The cultivators below saw this.

It can be said that the will to live was completely extinguished.

Old Feng was captured in a single encounter.

This eerie speed was terrifyingly fast; it appeared before us in less than a breath.

"This broken oil lamp looks like a cheap lamp."

"Bigger than a cheap lamp."

"What's the use of being big? It's just something that breaks with a single tap."

With a slap of his hand, before any of the cultivators could react, the eight bronze oil lamps that had been combined into one were shattered on the spot.

At the same time, eight wisps of black smoke seeped out from it.

Silver Horn opened its blood-red maw, and the single horn on its head shone with a silvery light.

It intends to kill all these monks.

But at this moment.

A helpless voice rang out.

"Certainly!"

As the sound fell.

The cultivators instantly felt a strange force sweep past them.

It felt like a gentle breeze caressing your face, or like ripples on water.

Then, all existence, including Golden Horn and Silver Horn, was frozen in place.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

next second.

Chen Huangpi stepped out of the dilapidated temple.

When they reappeared, they were among the many cultivators, and before the Golden Horn and Silver Horn.

His expression betrayed his weariness.

He slept very soundly.

"The ability to influence time..."

Chen Huangpi looked at the scene he had frozen in with a strange gaze.

The moment he woke up, he saw that Golden Horn and Silver Horn were about to kill the group of cultivators.

I subconsciously uttered the word "fixed".

Unexpectedly, he instinctively used an ability that only immortals could use.

This ability was something he had never mastered even after becoming one of the Six Yin Gods.

"Is it the power of the spleen temple?"

Chen Huangpi focused his mind on his body. His spleen was now gathering essence and energy, which was rebuilding the spleen temple, but the outline had not yet appeared.

Therefore, this ability is definitely not something that comes from the spleen temple.

So, Chen Huangpi looked towards the Heart Temple.

Inside the temple of the heart.

A Taoist priest, sculpted from clay, sits upright on the altar.

The Taoist priest's appearance bore a slight resemblance to Chen Huangpi.

It lacked facial features, and its hands were stuck together, so it could only be considered a prototype.

The Taoist priest crossed his hands.

The back of your hand is facing down, and your palm is facing up.

It appears to be forming a mudra.

The chaotic, brilliant light was right in the Taoist's palm.

The temple in the heart is constantly nourishing this main deity, while at the same time it is drawing its power back to Chen Huangpi.

However, what made Chen Huangpi frown was...

He hadn't pulled any strength out of the clay figure.

Or rather, this mud-shaped Taoist, who was formed from 60% of the Buddha's physical body, did not possess any power at all.

Yes, but only the ability related to time.

"It's not exactly a loss."

Chen Huangpi pointed at the center of the clay figure.

Three jet-black halos immediately appeared behind his head.

These three halos are: the past comes first, the present is in the middle, and the future comes last.

Seeing this strange scene.

Many thoughts surged in Chen Huangpi's mind.

The brilliant light of the Heart Temple had only been conceived for a short time when the clay Taoist was imprisoned. At that moment, Chen Huangpi didn't even have time to prepare the brilliant light in advance.

They could only desperately use all their brilliance to wash away the muddy Buddha.

He felt both happy and unhappy at the time.

What's exhilarating is that Hao Guang truly lives up to what his master said; it's his most unique and powerful ability, capable of transforming even a physical body that's almost at the Dao into another form.

What's frustrating is that he couldn't use this ability more than a few times.

But now, the fact that the clay-clad Taoist has gained the ability to control time is still barely acceptable.

The mind leaves the body.

Chen Huangpi looked at the time frame that he had frozen.

The brass oil lamp is still unconscious and cannot provide an answer for him.

However, he did have a sudden realization: "My power to freeze time must represent the second black ring now, which means..."

"Backtrack!!!"

Chen Huangpi uttered two words.

Then he saw everything around him moving backward.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn retreated.

The broken bronze oil lamp was restored.

And those cultivators, that Elder Feng…

"So it was they who brought me to that dilapidated temple."

"Is this the folk custom of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty?"

Chen Huangpi chuckled lightly: "Much better than that Buddhist kingdom in the Central Plains, at least it has the appearance of a human being."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Huangpi waved his hand again.

Those cultivators, including Golden Horn and Silver Horn, only felt a blur before their eyes.

They all then appeared in the dilapidated temple.

Chen Huangpi sat casually on the steps of the dilapidated temple, fiddling with three black rings on his index finger as if he had found a new toy.

"Yellow-skinned daddy!!!"

"This, Your Excellency, is with this demon..."

"What evil spirits? I've said it so many times, there are no evil spirits!"

"Silver Horn, you idiot! This old man is talking about us! He says we're demons!"

"Huh? Aren't we supposed to be eating skewers?"

"Alright, you two, stop fooling around."

Chen Huangpi raised his hand and patted the heads of Jinjiao and Yinjiao, then smiled at Elder Feng and the other cultivators, saying, "I haven't slept for a long time, but I didn't expect to sleep so soundly."

"Hello, cultivators from the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

"My name is Chen Huangpi, and I'm back." (End of Chapter)