Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Gourd, gourd, it tugs at my heartstrings.

Through countless twists and turns, it devours the soul and destroys the bones.

This gourd was crafted by nineteen immortals using the combined energy of their own inner worlds. The mouth of the gourd serves as the mountain gate, designed to avoid the vicissitudes of heaven and earth and to serve as a means of seclusion.

However, after the world changed drastically.

This superior gourd was first contaminated, and its spirit, Baigu, transformed into something evil.

The nineteen immortals, and even the Taoists in the superior gourd temple, were all trapped like turtles in a jar.

You are allowed to enter, but not to leave.

The nineteen immortals had no choice.

Whether it's to survive or to control this superior gourd, it doesn't matter.

He then removed his human skin and wrapped the superior gourd in it, severing its connection with the gourd's spirit, Bai Chang.

During this process, nineteen immortals also transformed into evil beings.

At this moment, the young Taoist was tightly entangled by the roots of the demonic tree, only his pale face was visible, and he was completely unable to move.

"You brat, are you scared now?"

Golden Horn, lying to the side, sneered, "With your meager skills, you think you can outsmart Yellow Skin Father? You're just a little kid, while he's seventeen. You can't outmaneuver him."

"Big brother, can I beat Yellow-skinned Daddy?"

"You? Go play in the mud."

Golden Horn glanced at Silver Horn with disdain, while Silver Horn let out an "oh" and excitedly started poking at the mud on the ground with its claws.

It loves playing in the mud.

It can eat, play, and keep you full.

But as they played, Silver Horn noticed that the little Taoist boy's eyes were extremely fierce.

This made it very unhappy.

He went up and smeared a puddle of mud on the little Taoist boy's face.

He then growled, "What are you looking at? If you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out with my horn."

The young Taoist priest looked terrified and was filled with regret.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have provoked this Chen Huangpi.

Furthermore, it should not manifest its physical form when the immortal's skin is broken, attempting to enter its body, seize its flesh, and compete with the immortal for the superior gourd.

In reality, there's nothing it can do.

The pressure on it from the dried tangerine peel is too great.

It is constantly looking for opportunities, through words, actions, and various other means, to mislead the other party, who simply doesn't care at all.

It's the kind of confidence that no matter how many changes you make, I can still crush you.

This confidence was nothing short of torture for the young Taoist disciple.

That's why it hesitated at the entrance of that strange, secluded Taoist temple that it called its master.

And the moment Chen Huangpi pierced the human skin with his sword.

The young Taoist priest noticed a hint of surprise in Chen Huangpi's eyes and realized that this was a hard-won opportunity.

If we don't catch it, it will surely die at Chen Huangpi's hands.

Of course, whether you seize the opportunity or not, the result is the same.

The moment it makes a move, the phantom transforms into a physical entity.

Then it is completely under their control.

The young Taoist priest looked towards the far distance.

There, a long river of sword energy stretched across the sky. Chen Huangpi stood on the river of sword energy, engaging in a fierce battle with the Taoist who was as large as a mountain.

The Taoist priest was holding a high-quality gourd.

Once the gourd's mouth opened, an endless sea of ​​blood, utterly devastating and soul-crushing, gushed out.

Sword energy crisscrossed, and a sea of ​​blood surged wildly.

Chen Huangpi, alone with his sword, fought the Taoist priest to a standstill.

Even more so, it would constantly spare a portion of its attention to stare intently at me with that eerie, malevolent eye.

Under the gaze of that evil eye.

One's own body cannot be transformed into a phantom; it seems that every move is influenced by the other.

"He's clearly just an immortal, so why is his combat power so great?"

The young Taoist boy said unwillingly, "Could he be a true immortal? Is he deliberately feigning weakness to deceive us?"

That Taoist priest was actually an evil being transformed from nineteen immortals.

In addition, he had a top-quality gourd in hand.

In fact, even among immortals, his strength is among the top tier.

But dried tangerine peel is different.

Their aura and the ability to influence time are only at the immortal level.

Otherwise, why couldn't he go back to the past when he entered the Gray Mist Tide World?

No matter how you look at it, it can't escape the realm of immortals.

There was a snap.

Jinjiao slapped the young Taoist boy across the face.

"You brat, you're still not convinced, are you?"

Golden Horn let out a "yo-ho" sound, stuck out its barbed tongue, and licked the little Taoist boy's face, making a harsh, metallic sound.

Do you know the Eastern Emperor?

"One of the Five Emperors of the Immortal Realm, an existence almost reaching the Dao, was still crippled by us. Do you think you're more powerful than Emperor Donghua?"

Upon hearing this, the young Taoist priest showed a disdainful expression.

It has no idea what the Eastern Emperor is.

They had no idea what the near-Tao represented.

After all, it was merely the spirit of a high-grade gourd. Soon after it was crafted, it became malevolent, and later it became part of the gray mist.

But it has an intuition.

If Chen Huangpi only had these tricks up his sleeve, he would definitely be no match for a true immortal.

Because it knows how terrifying a true immortal can be.

It is a terrifying being that can truly move up and down the river of time, coming from the future and the past.

If only dried tangerine peel could be made to this standard.

How could they possibly fight to the death with those nineteen immortals who had transformed into evil beings?

"The immortal is much more powerful than I thought."

Above the surging Sword River, Chen Huangpi stroked the blade of the Void-Piercing Divine Sword, and many small pits and bumps appeared on the blade.

This was corroded by the soul-devouring, bone-destroying blood that spewed from that superior gourd.

The material of the Void-Piercing Divine Sword is still somewhat lacking.

If he doesn't start training again, he'll soon fall behind Chen Huangpi's current combat strength.

However, this also made Chen Huangpi truly realize his current strength.

Without using any external force.

Chen Huangpi could fight ordinary immortals to a standstill simply by relying on his magic.

If we use kendo.

Ordinary immortals would be no match for him.

In addition, Duan Shou taught Chen Huangpi the techniques for using the sword formation taught by Tai Sui.

Chen Huangpi is currently ridiculously strong.

Even during the day.

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice, "Without the Six Yin Divine Skill, I can suppress ordinary immortals by forming an array with the long river of sword energy. Right now, I should be considered invincible below the True Immortal level."

The game is still ongoing and no clear winner has emerged.

But this was just Chen Huangpi testing his own combat strength and refining his skills in battle.

These techniques have been mostly summarized.

There's no need to waste any more time dealing with these nineteen immortals transformed into evil spirits.

Think of this.

Chen Huangpi raised his head and looked at the giant Taoist who was floating in the sky, holding a top-grade gourd.

His sharp sword intent subsided.

He withdrew from the state of oneness with the sword.

The river of sword energy beneath their feet also dissipated at the same time.

"Gourd, gourd! Enter my gourd!!!"

The enormous Taoist priest, his eyes bloodshot, clutched his gourd and roared madly at Chen Huangpi.

A strange suction force enveloped them.

Looking through the gourd's mouth, one can see that the intestines inside are indeed winding and twisting, with endless blood surging back and forth.

The dantian worlds of the nineteen immortals formed a strange scene within this superior-grade gourd.

It was a world that could be compared to everything outside.

Be consistent in your words and deeds.

It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake.

Chen Huangpi took a step forward.

It shrank instantly and was sucked into the gourd.

This scene stunned the Taoist priest, as did the young Taoist boy below, and even the Golden Horn and Silver Horn disciples.

How did they get inside?
The young Taoist boy exclaimed in astonishment, "Once he enters the superior-grade gourd, just a shake of its winding intestines will devour his soul and destroy his bones, turning him into a puddle of thick liquid in no time."

The implication is that they are doomed, utterly and irrevocably dead.

Without a second thought, the evil figure that the Taoist priest had transformed into raised the gourd high above his head.

An endless sea of ​​blood hung upside down.

The Taoist priest was soaked through.

Immediately afterwards, the Taoist priest blew a breath, and the blood membrane around his body swelled up, turning into a human skin in the blink of an eye.

This included the Taoist priest and the superior gourd.

Wow…

Through the translucent, bloated human skin, one could see a blood-soaked figure frantically shaking the superior gourd.

A sweltering heat emanated from within this human skin.

The young Taoist priest looked desperate: "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have acted when I first broke the skin. It would have been safer to wait until now to crawl into the gourd and take over his body."

This superior gourd was not fully refined.

It's considered a semi-finished product because it wasn't originally intended to be a normal magical artifact.

The will of the nineteen immortals occupied half of it.

That will was utterly insane and completely impossible to communicate with.

The young Taoist boy, being the true spirit of the artifact, was excluded and wandered around all day.

Therefore, external force is needed.

Its plan was to seize Chen Huangpi's body, then use his power to counter the will of the nineteen immortals, and finally use a clever trick to reclaim its true body and transform it into its own magical treasure.

Now, it's all come to nothing.

The young Taoist boy said to Golden Horn and Silver Horn in despair, "Children of Di Ting, your father is doomed. He will become the twentieth immortal, and then you will all die."

"Release me immediately! I know a path to the outside world. I will take you away."

"Brother, what it's saying sounds familiar."

"Because it's your line."

"what?"

Silver Horn flew into a rage and immediately remembered that he had said something similar when he asked Xu Qingshan and the others to take him to the human world. Instantly, the silver light burst forth from the single horn on his head.

This little Taoist boy should be stabbed to death on the spot.

But at this moment.

boom! ! ! !

A loud bang came from inside the human skin.

To be precise, it came from that top-quality gourd.

And this corresponds to the world outside the gourd.

Golden Horn's eyes widened as he saw a fist-shaped imprint appear in the sky.

It was as if an unseen person was punching the sky, about to shatter it.

boom! ! !
Another loud noise!
The mountains trembled and the earth cracked.

An enormous footprint was deeply imprinted on the earth.

The superior gourd is a wondrous object refined by nineteen immortals within their dantian worlds, encompassing the entire mountain range where the superior gourd temple is located.

This world within the gray fog and tides is, in a sense, a false realm.

The true realm is within that gourd.

At this moment, within this true realm.

The Yin Earth of the Yellow Springs beneath Chen Huangpi's feet continued to spread.

The so-called sea of ​​blood that devours souls and destroys bones was completely covered by the Yin Earth of the Underworld.

His expression, however, was constantly shifting.

The fox mountain god is not in this gourd world.

I couldn't sense even the slightest breath from him.

It was as if it had never existed, yet when he went back in time, he clearly saw the Fox Mountain God enter this ghostly place.

There is no true realm, and there is even less so a false realm!

"Kill them all!!"

Chen Huangpi's face was gloomy as he formed a hand seal.

He immediately unleashed the Soul-Slaying Technique of the Killing Sword Art.

A murderous intent surged within him.

The number of lives lost at his hands is in the hundreds of thousands.

Whether they are aristocratic monks or Buddhas from the Buddhist kingdoms of China.

These murderous auras are not usually noticeable.

However, the skills Chen Huangpi learned from that severed hand taught him how to use that killing intent to enhance the Killing Sword Technique.

As an unseen and intangible, eerie power erupted.

Inside the human skin, the mad Taoist who had been frantically shaking the superior-grade gourd finally showed a change in his crazed gaze. As if frightened, he let out a terrified scream.

Then, as if fleeing for its life, it abandoned the superior gourd, tore open its skin, and flew away.

At the same time, it constantly exerts its ability to influence time.

Trying to freeze everything behind me.

It's no use.

Its ability was already useless in the previous great battle.

The most heaven-defying ability of the Six Yin God Body is that no matter if you are an immortal or a true immortal, even if you have touched the threshold of the Dao, your time ability is useless against you.

The past is unseen, and the future is unknowable.

Even if we were to wage war against them, it would only be effective in the present.

Unless one can use the power of time on themselves like Yi Qingzhou, there are really not many ways to deal with the Six Yin Gods.

A massive mountain gate, or rather, the entrance to the superior gourd, emerged from the darkness.

The blood-soaked Taoist priest desperately flew towards the entrance.

If it can get out, it might still have a chance to survive.

But just when it was only a hundred feet away from the entrance...

A cold voice rang out.

"Gourd, gourd, so captivating, through countless twists and turns, it enters my gourd."

Before he could finish speaking, the mountain gate transformed into a gourd-shaped entrance. The bloodied Taoist tried to stop, but a strange suction force pulled him inside.

Then, the Killing Sword Technique's Soul-Slaying Skill was applied to the Taoist priest.

Chen Huangpi pointed.

The enormous, high-quality gourd shrank to its normal size, which he grabbed and shook violently.

Upon seeing this, the young Taoist priest turned deathly pale.

It could sense that the connection between the superior gourd and the nineteen immortals transformed into evil spirits had been completely severed.

That superior gourd is now just an inanimate object.

An evil eye, parasitizing the gourd's outer skin, stared intently at the young Taoist boy.

Such bizarre methods.

It was unheard of.

"Yellow-skinned dad!!!"

"Yellow-skinned dad!!"

Golden Horn and Silver Horn immediately roared excitedly.

Chen Huangpi raised his hand to stop him, took a step forward and appeared in front of the young Taoist boy, gritting his teeth as he asked, "Where is the Fox Mountain God?"

"Tell me, where is it!"

"Why is there no trace of it in either the real world or the false world?"

"Don't tell me it was eaten by your so-called master."

"It doesn't have that ability!"

Master said that the Fox Mountain God's destiny should be established in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

The fox mountain god could not possibly die here so easily.

The young Taoist priest's heart stirred, and he was about to speak.

But it wasn't time yet.

Chen Huangpi's sword is aimed at everyone.

A sword aura instantly sliced ​​off the flesh from the young Taoist's face.

"Don't try to be clever in front of me."

Chen Huangpi said coldly, "Don't try to negotiate with me. Tell me how much longer you can live. If you don't, I'll kill you right now. I mean what I say!"

The young Taoist priest looked terrified.

Chen Huangpi is truly capable of killing himself.

The killing intent was made without the slightest attempt to conceal it.

"I……"

The young Taoist boy said aggrievedly, "I don't know. I saw the fox being sucked into the gourd with my own eyes. It is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, and it has a mysterious energy in its body. It is the best material to refine a high-grade gourd."

"If you didn't see it in that gourd."

"Then it will inevitably suffer the fate of being devoured and its bones destroyed."

"Besides, how could that fox, which is inherently extraordinary but whose cultivation is really weak, have managed to last until now, a year?"

The young Taoist priest's words were all true.

It truly dared not lie to Chen Huangpi anymore.

"Don't kill me. Although I am an evil spirit, I am also the spirit of this superior gourd."

"This gourd is extraordinary."

"It's much more powerful than your sword."

The young Taoist pleaded, "Spare my life, and I'll tell you how to refine this superior gourd to perfection. Even if you become a true immortal, you'll still be able to use this gourd."

A top-quality gourd is indeed extraordinary.

Although the original intention was not to use it as a magic weapon.

Rather, it is a place to escape the world.

However, after the nineteen immortals died, they transformed into evil beings, and their power was contained within this gourd.

If it is made from dried yellow peel.

Then one can summon nineteen immortals and command them as if they were one's own limbs.

But Chen Huangpi didn't care. He said coldly, "You mean you don't know what happened after the Fox Mountain God was put into this broken gourd, right?"

"Yes……"

"Then what use do I have for you?"

"What kind of broken gourd are you trying to refine?"

"Can't I refine it myself?"

A murderous intent surged in Chen Huangpi's eyes, and the roots of the demonic tree instantly pierced into the young Taoist's body.

In the blink of an eye, it was pulled into the trunk of the demon tree.

The little Taoist's wails grew weaker and weaker.

The magic tree shook its branches.

The leaves rustled.

The tree trunk also became thicker and stronger. Although the black smoke from the Kidney Temple could nourish it and make it stronger, it did not mean that it could not absorb other forces.

That young Taoist boy was actually not weak.

However, when it transformed from a phantom into a physical form, it was completely suppressed by the Evil Eye.

An ordinary immortal would have been killed by it long ago.

Looking at Chen Huangpi, whose aura was extremely violent and whose cold face was full of murderous intent, Jinjiao and Yinjiao couldn't help but take a few steps back in fear.

"This……"

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi let out a helpless sigh.

He composed himself and forced out a sentence: "Don't be afraid, I'm just angry for a moment, I wouldn't take it out on my own family."

Golden Horn asked weakly, "But what about Yellow Fur Father and the Fox Mountain God?"

"Is it really dead?"

"Its presence vanishes once it enters this gray mist tide."

Silver Horn added, "If it's not here, then where is it?"

"I had a backup plan."

"But it's almost dawn, let's get out of this godforsaken place first."

With that, Chen Huangpi manipulated the superior-grade gourd, carrying the Golden Horn and Silver Horn gourds, and jumped into the mountain gate.

In an instant, the world spun around.

……

Dozens of miles away from the gray fog tide.

A radiant glow, interwoven with gold and silver, came to a halt.

Chen Huangpi looked at the gray mist tide from afar and frowned, saying, "I killed that immortal and the artifact spirit Bai Chang, so why does this gray mist tide still exist?"

Logically speaking, the superior gourd temple is actually centered on the dantian world of nineteen immortals, encompassing the surrounding mountains and rivers, and is similar to the old temple.

The immortal was killed, and the spirit of the artifact was destroyed.

Even the finest gourds were brought out by Chen Huangpi.

The world within that gray fog tide should have collapsed on the spot.

However, the gray fog tide still exists.

It seems that whether or not there is a superior gourd viewing platform, it has no effect on it whatsoever.

Look up at the sky.

The night sky over the Great Qian Dynasty was a hazy gray.

Forget about the moon, you can't even see the stars.

This gray fog enveloped the entire Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, and even Chen Huangpi's evil eyes could not see through it to determine what it was.

It is neither a living thing nor a dead thing.

Just like ordinary fog...

An indescribable sense of unease.

Look back.

Chen Huangpi sat cross-legged on the ground and pointed at the top-grade gourd.

The gourd opened, and as a river of blood gushed out, a blood-soaked, fleshless corpse was swept out from within.

The corpse was actually an evil entity transformed from nineteen immortals.

And now, its physical body has been killed.

But his soul was still alive.

This is another way of using the Killing Sword Technique that the severed hand used.

Killing intent, severing the physical body.

Killing intent can sever the soul.

Golden Horn was puzzled and asked in confusion, "Father Yellow Skin, what do you want this corpse for? Can a corpse talk?"

Chen Huangpi said, "The corpse cannot speak, but its soul can."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

The corpse immediately opened its blood-red eyes.

Chen Huangpi hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want to enter its memories to see what's going on with the Fox Mountain God, but I've never used this method before."

Before him, there was neither the Fox Mountain God nor anything else.

Whether it's the River God of the Weak Water or not.

Those were all memories released so he could go in and examine them.

Instead of actively entering into it.

"At most half an hour. If I am still not awake after half an hour, you shall wake me up."

Chen Huangpi raised his sword and pointed it.

Whoosh.

A crimson flame, as red as blood, burned at his fingertips.

This is the flame of the Crimson Evil.

Chen Huangpi blew on the evil fire, and the evil fire split into two clusters, disappearing into the eyes of the immortal corpse.

Then, Chen Huangpi instructed again: "Blow out the evil fire on my fingertips, and I will sense it and return my mind to reality."

Golden Horn and Silver Horn nodded.

Although they are not very bright.

But as long as they keep in mind what Chen Huangpi tells them, they will strictly carry it out.

There won't be any trouble in this kind of thing.

After all, in a sense...

Chen Huangpi was indeed one of the few relatives of the two young children of Di Ting.

Soon, Chen Huangpi closed his eyes.

His consciousness also entered the immortal's corpse, or rather, the memories within its soul, along with the evil fire.

The more powerful the being.

The more powerful figures one has in their memories that cannot be spoken of, the more powerful they become.

Chen Huangpi's memories are even more so; anyone who dares to enter will have to face the most powerful being in his memories, the Lord of the Azure Heaven.

And within the memories of this immortal, there are also some powerful beings.

However, those memories are extremely blurry.

It's as if it's been erased.

Chen Huangpi's consciousness kept wandering among these memory images.

He felt it.

If one persists in trying to delve into those hazy memories, one will inevitably encounter the powerful beings within those memories.

This was neither what he wanted nor what he desired.

However, Chen Huangpi did witness everything that had happened at the entire Shangpin Gourd Temple.

He saw nineteen immortals fighting for survival against the spirit of the artifact, Bai Chang.

I also witnessed the horrifying scene of how those Taoist priests were drained of their spiritual energy, vital energy, and even their bones were sucked into dust.

But what puzzled him was...

Regarding the arrival of the gray fog, the scene of the superior gourd temple transforming into something resembling the old temple is not in my memory.

It seems like it suddenly changed one day.

"No, that's not right."

Chen Huangpi said, "It must be that the memory of all this has been erased."

After this thought popped into my head...

He immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

Only those who have reached a level close to the Dao can achieve this.

Was it his uncle, Chen Huang? Or some other expert of the same level?
The cultivators said that Elder Feng's uncle was ill, very ill, and had not appeared in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty for a very long time.

Given my uncle's personality, he definitely wouldn't allow this gray fog to appear.

"Could it be the outline of something from beyond that world?"

Chen Huangpi was a little nervous.

But he received no answer.

And just then.

Chen Huangpi saw a scene from his memory.

In that memory, there was a figure he knew very well.

It was the Fox Mountain God.

Without a second thought, Chen Huangpi plunged headlong into this memory.

in memory.

The fox mountain god, looking bewildered, stiffly walked into the last Taoist temple. The temple gate opened, revealing a bulging human skin.

Fresh blood seeped from the pores of the human skin, engulfing it.

Throughout the entire process, the young Taoist priest watched with apprehension.

Because it dares not compete with it.

Chen Huangpi looked at the young Taoist boy with disgust. This strange spirit knew everything, but at first it didn't say anything, only thinking about deceiving and manipulating him.

Otherwise, wouldn't I be willing to spare its life?
"The fox mountain god was put into a superior gourd."

"I want to see what's going on here."

Chen Huangpi flashed and entered, staring at the blood-filled gourd, which was rising and falling in its many twists and turns.

Everything here is pretty much what that little Taoist boy said.

Nineteen immortals, disguised as evil spirits, are attempting to use the fox mountain god as material to refine it into a superior gourd.

But the fox mountain god is not a real living being.

It was initially just a flawed product of a failed attempt to create a god.

However, it was later found by the remnants of the Ten Thousand Mountains, who worshipped it day and night, and it instinctively absorbed human energy and incense offerings, transforming it into a deity.

Later on, she absorbed the spiritual energy from the stew master and secretly drank the bathwater.

By this time, the fox mountain god's body had become unusual.

Even if the body collapses, it can still recover by clinging to life.

Later, the Fox Mountain God served tea and water at the Pure Immortal Temple and was whipped several times by the Third Master.

At that time, Chen Huangpi did not understand why his third master said it was for its own good. Later, he gradually understood that it was because the fox mountain god had worked hard even if it had no merit, so it was given some care.

Such a fox mountain god.

The severed hand was initially mistaken for a naturally formed spiritual creature, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered to be an artificial creation.

Therefore, inside this superior gourd.

Even if the fox mountain god's mind is bewitched, the so-called soul-devouring and bone-destroying is simply nonexistent.

Blood Sea cannot refine it.

We had no choice but to send it to the deepest part.

Thus, Chen Huangpi, along with the fox mountain god from his memory, entered the deepest part of this superior gourd.

What surprised Chen Huangpi was...

Here, or rather, in the true realm within the superior gourd, there is actually a hole.

The hole was pitch black and bottomless.

The fox mountain god then fell into the hole.

"No, no!"

Chen Huangpi said, "That top-grade gourd is in my hands. Inside, at the very end, there is a set of sharp teeth arranged like a Bagua diagram. There are no holes at all!"

This hole seems to exist only in my memory.

It doesn't exist in reality.

It appeared out of thin air.

Chen Huangpi hesitated, unsure whether he should enter the hole.

He had a gut feeling.

The memories of that immortal corpse end here.

There are no memories of the hole at all.

If I go in by myself, who knows where I'll end up?

Is the place that doesn't exist in memory nothingness? Or is it beyond this world?

"Turn back time!"

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth, but ultimately did not dare to rush in.

He kept replaying the memory of the fox mountain god falling into the hole.

Once, twice, three times...

In a short period of time, it was replayed hundreds of times.

In the end, Chen Huangpi even disregarded the fox mountain god and entered the deepest part of the superior gourd in his memory ahead of time.

"Indeed, this hole should never have existed in the first place."

Chen Huangpi looked at the sharp teeth arranged like a Bagua diagram.

There are a total of nineteen.

Those sharp teeth seemed capable of crushing everything.

But the hole doesn't exist.

The hole only appeared out of thin air when the fox mountain god was almost there.

It's as if it's been waiting for it.

"If only it weren't in this memory."

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth. If he had ever been here in reality, he could have used his evil eyes to see through the illusion.

Let's see what's inside this hole.

"When I become a true immortal, when my strength grows even greater."

Chen Huangpi clenched his fists and said fiercely, "I must go back in time and see who exactly laid a hand on the Fox Mountain God."

……

The Great Qian Dynasty has boundless territory.

In the dim gray mist.

An enormous mountain was hidden within it.

But if we look inside now...

Then you will be able to see the whole picture of this mysterious place through these mountains.

This place not only has mountains, but also rivers and vegetation fed by them. It is a piece of land that has been forcibly separated and hidden in this gray fog.

Above the mountains, there is a huge celestial altar.

The altar is shaped like a furnace or cauldron.

There are three strange golden characters on it.

These three characters are the decree of Heaven's pardon.

Its meaning is: To worship the spirit of Heaven!
Suddenly...

Wisps of blue smoke rose from the altar.

An enormous figure gazed into the distance, its face blurred, only its eyes, filled with endless mystery, were perfectly clear.

Those eyes seemed to hold a whole world within them.

A long river flows through it.

It encompasses the past, present, and future.

It can see everything that has happened in the past, is happening now, and will happen in the future.

This existence looks to the future.

But He is also looking to the past.

He saw in the near future a young man carrying a tattered oil lamp, going against the flow of time, trying to find the traces he had left behind in his previous actions.

"Tsk, whose disciple is he..."

"I haven't seen such a courageous young man in many years."

He shook his head with a chuckle and then did some calculations with his fingers.

"So they came for my newly accepted disciple."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think that he was going to go back in time to kill me."

"Huh, this person..."

The leader of the Bailingtian sect was stunned. He looked over and saw the entire past of this courageous young man.

But that past was completely severed at the point when the gray fog receded and the young man fell into a coma.

It is impossible to trace back to the more distant past.

This piqued the interest of the leader of the Bailingtian cult.

"There's the karma from the Tai Sui Sect, the karma from the Jie Tian Sect, and wait, how come there's also the karma from my own Bai Ling Tian?"

The leader of the Bailing Heaven Sect was extremely astonished: "My karma is actually caused by that newly accepted disciple. Where did this karma come from?"

"Wait, what about that stubborn mule Chen Huang?"

"This kid's a troublemaker..."

The leader of the Bailing Heaven sect was somewhat surprised; the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty was different now than before.

He did not want to get involved in those messy things.

Therefore, Bai Lingtian was separated and hid in the gray fog, watching coldly from the sidelines.

And now, inexplicably, I've become entangled in a bunch of cause and effect.

Look, in the past, those troublemakers have gone against the tide of time to cause me trouble.

How could they be so arrogant...

Didn't his master tell him that if he jumped too much during the time reversal, he would be discovered by an entity that was almost like the Dao?
"Fine, we've already accepted this disciple."

"Indeed, it is a spiritual being that is transforming into a primordial being, and can serve as the Holy Son of the Worshiping Spirit Heaven, inheriting my lineage in the future."

The leader of the Bailing Heaven Sect said indifferently, "I'll help you this once, so that people won't find out and think that I've really done something underhanded."

Having said that, the leader of the Bailingtian sect gleamed in his eyes.

The river of time turned in an instant.

The past, future, and present are all muddled.

At the same time, He also glanced into the more distant past.

In that past, the figure He longed to see did not exist.

Because a major battle is taking place there.

Although He wanted to participate in this great battle, He could not, and could only avoid seeing it to avoid getting annoyed.

dong dong dong...

A faint, mournful sound of bells seemed to come from the past.

The leader of the Bailing Heaven Sect sighed, "The Nine Separation Bell has rung ten thousand times. I can help with this, but I can't get past it... I can't get past it... Alas... Alas..."

"Why hasn't the Yellow Heaven descended to earth yet?"

"Once you are born, I will be able to use my power to return and fight back. The world is truly constrained in its current state; we cannot afford to fight..." (End of Chapter)