Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

"Wait a minute, Huang Er wasn't made by me, it was made by my master!"

"Are you going to copy this too?"

"If that's what you're saying, then we should imitate it even more! One lamp for everyone, one lamp for each person!"

"The First Mountain Copper can be exchanged for Immortal Copper, and other materials can also be exchanged!"

"As for the teeth marks, my eyes are my ruler! I guarantee they're exactly the same!"

The eyes of the four sword masters gleamed with a burning light.

Every inch of the brass oil lamp can be seen clearly.

If Chen Huangpi hadn't mentioned who made it, they would have wanted to make some minor adjustments, since the brass oil lamp's appearance was rather shabby. But now that he's mentioned it, those teeth marks and pinch marks are clearly Daoist charm!

They must be exactly the same.

There can be absolutely no mistakes, otherwise, if word gets out, people will think that the Tai Sui (a deity) has no skill in making a living!
As for the brass oil lamp, it just kept sneering.

These middlemen from Tai Sui's sect are really trying to do business with us.

They want to imitate themselves? Let's see if they can actually imitate one.

I am, after all, a being who is close to the Dao.

However, half of his power lies in the Yin Earth of the Yellow Springs, and the other half in the old view of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Without their consent, they can't possibly copy anything.

However, the brass oil lamp was already broken, so he didn't bother to bring it up. He just wanted to wait and see how these old men from the Tai Sui sect would make a fool of themselves and then give them a good slap in the face.

At this moment, Chen Huangpi saw that the four old men, including the Tai Xuan Sword Master, had thoroughly examined the brass oil lamp.

He then spoke seriously and asked, "Four elders, I have some questions I'd like to ask you."

"Does the leader wish to inquire about this gray fog?"

“That’s right, and there’s also Emperor Chen, and those bronze oil lamps. There are many things I want to know.”

These are the main reasons why Chen Huangpi chose the Tai Sui sect as his first stop.

He really wouldn't dare to run around in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty without figuring things out.

After pondering for a moment, the Master of the Tai Xuan Sword said, "We truly do not know the origin of this gray mist, but it is definitely not part of the anomalies of heaven and earth. At the very least, contact with the gray mist will not turn people into evil beings."

"About two or three thousand years after the cataclysmic changes in the world, Emperor Chen and the Immortal Venerable fought a great battle. The old sect leader should have also participated in this great war, along with the Intercepting Heaven Sect, the Worshiping Spirit Heaven Sect, and the Myriad Swords Pavilion..."

"This battle involved at least a dozen beings who were close to the Dao."

"In addition to some true immortals at their peak, such as the many realm lords of the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Immortal Realm."

"After this battle, all these powerful beings disappeared from the world, and then the gray fog descended. If we want to know the reason, we will probably have to wait for the old master to return to explain it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi frowned and asked, "Are there so many beings in the Xuanzhen Dao Realm that are close to the Dao?"

The eldest uncle, Emperor Chen, the three sect leaders, and the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, not counting Chen Daoxing, mean that the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty only has five people who are close to the Dao.

The celestial realm has five great emperors plus the mysterious celestial venerable.

That's only eleven people.

Moreover, Emperor Donghua had already died before the great battle even began.

How did these dozen or so people come about?
The Tai Xuan Sword Master stroked his beard and said, "Master, you may not know this, but at the peak of our Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, we were known as the 'Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage,' and those were all genuine True Immortals!"

“And the existence that is almost like the Tao exists independently of the river of time.”

"Unless one has reached the pinnacle of True Immortal, it is impossible to sense where those beings are or how many there are."

"The old sect leader once vaguely mentioned that when he attained the Dao, he fought with several people of the same realm. Therefore, it is true that there were about ten people in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty who were close to the Dao."

"And that doesn't even include those precious treasures."

The Sword Master of Taiyu added, "Some powerful treasures have also reached a level close to the Dao. The thirty-three heavens of the Immortal Realm, if the Realm Lord were to descend upon them without regard for the consequences, would also possess a power close to the Dao."

"Of course, in total, there are only about twenty close disciples in the Xuanzhen Dao Realm, and some of them may have even died in that great battle."

"Apart from the old cult leader and his people, even if we search through all the ancient books, we would never know who they are."

An existence that is almost like the Dao is the strongest being below the Dao Lord.

There are powerful figures like the Yin Emperor, who might even be stronger than those Dao Lords who have severed their own lives.

There are at most twenty such beings.

No matter how many more there are, the Xuanzhen Dao Realm simply cannot produce them in its current state.

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi began to believe it somewhat.

Fortunately, it wasn't a sudden appearance of hundreds of near-Daoists.

There are only about twenty of them in total, and some of them have already died, so it's not too outrageous to count them that way.

"Perhaps Master took away three thousand Taoists with this idea in mind."

Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "The Xuanzhen Dao Realm has been taken away by the thieves. Although my senior brothers are all very talented, it is extremely difficult for them to achieve enlightenment under such circumstances."

Actually, if we don't count Chen Daoxing among the three thousand Taoists.

The first person to reach a state close to the Dao was certainly not Yi Qingzhou.

It was Meng Qiuhe, the second senior brother who came from a rogue cultivator background.

Chen Huangpi still remembers the scene when Meng Qiuhe, at the peak of the True Immortal realm, fought a great battle with Chen Daoxing. It can be said that if he hadn't started cultivating with his master too late, he might have been on par with Chen Daoxing.

On the contrary, the three senior brothers, Yi Qingzhou, Xu Qingshan, and Bai Qiuxian, did not have much ambition and were happy with their lives. If it weren't for Chen Daoxing's betrayal of Jingxian Temple, their thoughts probably would not have changed by now.

"How is Emperor Chen now?"

Chen Huangpi voiced his concerns: "I heard from others that he is ill, very ill, and that the Tai Sui Killing Sword is with him. How is he now?"

As soon as these words came out.

The four sword masters fell silent.

Emperor Chen's condition is actually probably even worse than that of his former leader.

The old sect leader fell into the gray mist, but the Dao Fruit Sword Formation was still intact, so it was impossible for him to die.

As for Emperor Chen, there has been no news of him for a very long time.

The Qian Yuan Que has also been turned into a restricted area, making it impossible to even take a peek inside.

The four sword masters all wore worried expressions and sighed repeatedly.

The Tai Xuan Sword Master said with a sense of loss, "Master, although our Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is called an Immortal Dynasty, it is actually different from the mortal court. Emperor Chen ruled over all directions and paved the way for cultivators in the human world. The older generation all know his temperament."

"In the present Great Qian Dynasty, gray fog has isolated many Dao states, dividing the entire Great Qian into ten regions."

"And the war with the immortal realm has continued without ever stopping."

"If Emperor Chen were free, how could he have just watched all of this happen?"

This statement did not specify Emperor Chen's condition or the reason for it.

But the implication was already quite clear.

The Sword Master of Taiyu sighed, “Emperor Chen is almost a Dao being. He is the most benevolent and ambitious emperor in the hearts of the cultivators of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. If such a person were to fall ill, it would surely be an illness that leads to the fall of the Dao.”

Even if an existence that is close to the Dao undergoes a change, it cannot lose its self.

As for whether his cultivation level and strength will decline.

The four sword masters were unaware of the situation, but they knew that such a being could not possibly fall ill.

Those cultivators who don't understand say that because they don't see through it.

Misinformation spreads, but the truth is more cruel than being sick.

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought Uncle was going to die, but it turns out he's just sick. If he's sick, then it's simple. I'm proficient in medicine and well-versed in pharmacopoeias, so curing him shouldn't be difficult!"

Once we pull the Tai Sui cult leader out of the gray fog...

If he gets sick too, I'll practice on him first, and use him as a stepping stone for my uncle.

"By the way, I need to go to the Myriad Swords Pavilion later. How is the Myriad Swords Pavilion doing now?"

"The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?!"

Upon hearing the jarring name of the Myriad Swords Pavilion, the four sword masters frowned in unison.

"Master, what brings you to the Myriad Swords Pavilion?"

"Our Tai Sui Sect and the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion don't get along very well!"

"Do you perhaps intend to come here for a sword duel?"

"What kind of sword fight is this..."

Chen Huangpi tilted his head and said, "I have no ill feelings towards the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. According to seniority, I should call the Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion 'Auntie'."

Yi Qingzhou's mother is the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

He was Yi Qingzhou's junior brother, and he was certain that he had not miscalculated the seniority.

The Tai Xuan Sword Master spoke very quickly: "Master, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and our Tai Sui Sect have always been competing for the title of number one in swordsmanship, but the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is not as good as our Tai Sui Sect. It's better not to go to such a small place."

Their new leader has just returned and has just started building relationships.

Suddenly, they had to run to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

This, this is unbearable.

Seeing this, Chen Huangpi laughed and explained, "You've misunderstood. I have no right to inherit the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. I'm just visiting you. I won't just leave you here."

"Besides, I need to bring Yi Qingzhou's head to his mother, as well as his family letters. If I don't go, wouldn't that be breaking my promise?"

"Yi Qingzhou's head?"

The Tai'a Sword Master, who had been relatively silent until now, was startled and said in disbelief, "That child is dead?"

The brass oil lamp glanced at him: "What, judging from your appearance, do you know Yi Qingzhou?"

"It's more than just knowing him; I almost lured him into our Tai Sui Cult."

The Tai'a Sword Master said bitterly, "The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and the Tai Sui Sect are at odds, but they only compete for the title of number one in swordsmanship. However, that child is indeed a true genius in swordsmanship. Back when he left the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, I wanted to kidnap him."

"Although it didn't work out, we still have some connection."

"But there is one thing I don't understand: since that child disliked fighting, who killed him?"

"Of course it's me."

"Oh, so it's you, Master... Ah?"

The Sword Masters of Tai'a, Taixuan, Taiyu, and Taihao were utterly shocked, their mouths agape in astonishment.

Their own leader killed the young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

And then they have to bring the person's head to their door...

Did they hear it wrong?
“Master, this joke is not funny at all.”

"I'm not joking."

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "I killed Yi Qingzhou. I cut off his head and was indeed going to send it to his mother. Is there a problem with that?"

"Master...we are competing with them for the title of number one in swordsmanship, not for a fight to the death."

"Didn't Yi Qingzhou become that person's disciple?"

"Why did you kill him? And why did you go to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion? Even if the couple there have a connection with your master, they certainly won't let you off easily!"

That's completely irrelevant!

The brass oil lamp said impatiently, "That kid Yi Qingzhou is in trouble. He has to die, so they asked Chen Huangpi to kill him. It's not that Chen Huangpi is addicted to killing, as you might think. In short, it's a good thing."

"Also, that kid Yi Qingzhou has already died before."

He died not long after the cataclysmic changes began.

"The other Taoist priests all died in the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

"What?!!"

The four sword masters' minds exploded.

Those three thousand Daoists were the most outstanding group of geniuses in the entire Cangtian Era of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

It can be said that even now, the older generation of cultivators in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty still talk about it with great relish, imagining the scene of everyone watching when those geniuses return home after the cataclysmic changes in the world end...

As a result, the entire line about brass oil lamps died.

It truly broke their hearts...

This completely severed the fortunes of an entire generation of the Great Qian Dynasty...

The Tai Xuan Sword Master's face was deathly pale, and his body was trembling. He said with grief, "When an era ends, it is also the last act of love from heaven and earth to give back to all living beings. All the geniuses emerge, waiting for the next era to accumulate strength and unleash their full potential."

The Taihao Sword Master raised his head and stared blankly at the top of the hall.

Inside this grand hall, two sword masters who had reached the pinnacle of True Immortals were sleeping.

Among those three thousand Taoists, one was the child of these two sword masters.

This was his idea back then.

Wait until these two sword masters wake up.

How is he supposed to face this...?

How could you bear to say such cruel things?

Any great sect cherishes its talented disciples, because they carry the hopes of the previous generation. Who wouldn't want their sect's talented disciples to stand on their shoulders, go further, and see further?

Chen Huangpi asked in confusion, "Wait, it seems you don't know that people can be resurrected after becoming evil?"

"Can someone who becomes an evil being be resurrected?"

The Sword Master of Tai Xuan asked in a daze, "How... how can it be resurrected?"

Chen Huangpi said, "After the cataclysmic changes in the world end, those who do not become evil will die, and those who become evil will live. Even the Great Kang Emperor of the human world guessed this, yet you didn't know?"

"The timeline has been completely disrupted, there's no way they could possibly know anything about it."

The brass oil lamp sneered, "The waters of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty run deep, and there are people who don't want them to know."

The Tai Xuan Sword Master and the others also realized that something was wrong.

The four of them exchanged glances, all of them seeing the gloom in each other's eyes.

The Sword Master of Tai Xuan suddenly said, "If all three thousand Daoists are dead, then why..."

At this point, the Tai Xuan Sword Master quickly shut his mouth.

He seemed to realize something.

Chen Huangpi looked puzzled and wanted to ask more questions, but the brass oil lamp stopped him.

"Don't ask anymore, we're from the same clan."

"There are some things they shouldn't know; knowing them would only make things worse."

The brass oil lamp spoke with extreme solemnity.

It was as if it knew some secret.

The four sword masters were the same. They hadn't realized this before, but the arrival of Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp made them realize that something they should have known had been covered up.

And those who can achieve this level of skill...

It must be an existence close to the Tao...

"The charlatan who worships the spirits is right..."

“Those bronze oil lamps have serious problems, as does the Jingxian Temple.”

The four sword masters communicated with each other using the light of their swords.

However they don't know.

Chen Huangpi has also mastered this ability.

Upon hearing the words "Jingxian Temple".

Before Chen Huangpi could react, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

How do you know about the Pure Immortal Temple?

Jingxian Temple is not from the Great Qian Dynasty.

It's impossible for a master to establish a sect on his own when he took on disciples.

That was a Taoist temple built when the Ten Thousand Mountains were created to be a god; the temple was named Jingxian.

The brass oil lamp sighed: "Family member, this is why I pretended to be dead so thoroughly after arriving in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty!"

……

Half a day later, in the main hall.

The four sword masters have left to study how to activate the sword formation and bring their old master back from the gray fog.

Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp remained in the main hall.

This place can isolate the inside from the outside.

It is the safest place in the entire Old State and the entire Tai Sui sect.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

In the dark hall, the light of brass oil lamps illuminated all directions.

Chen Huangpi's expression shifted between light and shadow. "So, that traitor built the Jingxian Temple in Daqian and became its abbot!"

"He also created replicas of the Three Thousand True Gods."

"Not only that, I also sensed something else."

The brass oil lamp said warily, "When we were swept into that gray fog tide, I suddenly felt a sensation, as if countless clones wanted to establish a connection with me."

"At first I thought that the abbot had also brought my clone to the Great Qian Dynasty."

"But when I looked over, I realized something was wrong."

"That's not my clone, but a replica of myself."

As it spoke, the brass oil lamp emitted oil, conjuring up the scene it had just witnessed.

A gray fog blanketed the sky, like a curtain.

The scene kept changing, and gradually, countless yellow lights lit up, a myriad of lights, like stars covering the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

Countless lights echoed each other.

Like a magic array, it ultimately pointed to a non-existent area.

It was a large mountain, and a Taoist temple.

The mountain is named Yuqiong Mountain, and the temple is named Jingxian Temple.

Within the temple, the outlines of three thousand righteous gods appeared and disappeared, and the auras of three thousand immortals rose and fell.

But if you look any further in, the scene becomes incredibly blurry.

It's impossible to see through it at all.

Or perhaps the brass oil lamp only saw this much before decisively severing its connection with the lamp and erasing all traces of itself.

Even so, it still felt insecure.

It immediately pretended to be dead, even extinguishing the lamp wicks, fearing that the beings in the temple would use these bronze oil lamps to push back at it.

It is close to the Tao, forming its own world.

Every word spoken must contain a source of knowledge.

Chen Huangpi clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "What is that traitor trying to do? He has copied three thousand righteous gods and is going to create three thousand immortals. Does he think he can fool the whole world?"

"Jingxian Temple!!!"

"I want to remove his writing!!!"

"I'm going to smash that Taoist temple to pieces!"

"I'm going to kill him!!!"

Whether it's the three thousand righteous gods or those deceased senior brothers.

This was extremely important to Chen Huangpi, and they treated him very well, regarding him as family.

However, Chen Daoxing's actions are different from blasphemy.

The brass oil lamp quickly said, "Family member, it's understandable that you're angry. I'm angry too, and I wish I could kill that bastard. However, this person has already attained enlightenment, and even his Dao Fruit has changed. He is probably even more terrifying than before."

"Bear with it for now. Once you reach the level of near-Taoism, we'll tear down his Taoist temple together!"

The realm of being close to the Dao is nonexistent for Chen Huangpi.

He is the Tao himself; how can he approach the Tao?

For him, once the five internal organs were fully developed and the Yin and Yang spirits merged into the primordial spirit, his cultivation would be complete.

At that time, they will be resurrected from the dead.

Those born as true immortals can either become the Yellow Heaven or the Lord of the Dao.

Or perhaps it is the flawless Dao Lord.

"Once I finish my cultivation, I should have combat power that is close to that of the Dao."

Chen Huangpi took a deep breath and calmly said, "I also have a companion treasure, that strange millstone that combines destruction and creation. When the time comes, I will pave the way for him and fight him, making sure he dies without a burial place!"

"Yes, that's how it should be!"

The brass oil lamp breathed a sigh of relief and grinned maliciously, "Master, no matter how powerful that traitor is, he's still all alone. He doesn't even dare to go to the mortal realm, afraid that the abbot will deal with him. Your cultivation is only three steps away."

"After three steps, it's still uncertain who's afraid of whom!"

What it fears most is that Chen Huangpi will get carried away and storm into the Pure Immortal Temple at the slightest disagreement, where he will fight Chen Daoxing to the death.

Although Chen Huangpi's current strength is indeed insufficient.

Even after nightfall, when the Six Yin Gods manifest, they can contend with true immortals, but they are still far inferior to those who are close to the Dao.

Don't underestimate the difference between just one level of understanding.

But for cultivators, becoming a true immortal is actually the end of cultivation.

Reaching the level of Tao is something that cannot be attained by the word "genius" alone. Talent and aptitude are merely necessary conditions; opportunity and perseverance are indispensable. It is a truly supreme realm.

"Huang Er, you don't need to think of me like that."

Chen Huangpi calmly said, "I'm not an eight-year-old child, I'm seventeen years old. I understand many things, and I know that I can't rush things. I can also be patient when I shouldn't act impulsively."

The brass oil lamp sneered, "Dare you say you never considered using the Tai Sui Sect's sword formation to fight your way to Chen Daoxing and challenge him?"

"I've thought about it, but I feel it's not enough."

Chen Huangpi shook his head and said, "The Tai Sui Sect Leader is also close to the Dao, but Chen Daoxing appeared after that great battle ended. I don't believe that he didn't participate in it."

"Chen Daoxing has learned eighty percent of his master's skills."

“But my master wants me to walk my own path and rely solely on external forces. I feel that I cannot defeat him.”

Even if you hate Chen Daoxing.

Even Chen Huangpi had to admit that before Chen Daoxing betrayed Jingxian Temple, he was indeed the disciple closest to his master.

He was originally his uncle's son, and had followed his master for so many years.

His methods, his vision, and his mind are all extraordinary.

In addition, he was tainted by that silhouette.

Even the Dao Fruit transformed into an eye covered in tentacles.

The Great Emperor Donghua was also close to the Dao, yet none could rival him, and ultimately he met a tragic end with the collapse of his Dao.

Given Chen Daoxing's abilities, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for Chen Huangpi to think of him as incredibly powerful.

"Furthermore, the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty was divided into ten regions by the gray fog."

The brass oil lamp reminded him, "Family member, you're a jinx; your predictions are much more accurate than I thought. Can you guess if this matter has anything to do with that traitor?"

"This……"

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Since the gray mist is not part of the changes in the world, then even if it is related to Chen Daoxing, he is not the culprit who orchestrated this matter. He doesn't have that much power."

"understood."

The brass oil lamp nodded, and Chen Daoxing guessed that it had only attracted gray mist.

That gray mist was actually the power that enveloped the outline of the Xuanzhen Dao Realm.

"As for those ten areas."

Chen Huangpi suddenly remembered something and slapped the Soul-Hooking Book.

next second!
A streak of light, interwoven with gold and silver, flew out!

"I'm suffocating!!!"

"Yellow-skinned father, I don't want to come out! I haven't eaten all the moonlight yet!"

As soon as the Golden Horn and Silver Horn emerged from the Soul-Hooking Book, they opened their mouths and howled.

"All you ever do is eat! You're going to get into trouble sooner or later!"

"Brother, you don't know the suffering of hunger when you're full. Huangpi's family is big and powerful, what's wrong with me eating some moon essence?"

Silver Horn felt wronged; it hadn't even consumed much moonlight in the Soul-Hooking Book yet.

So they ate about 30%.

I always felt that something was sleeping deep within the moonlight.

It smells pretty good...

Chen Huangpi glanced at the Soul-Hooking Book with a dark face. Fortunately, Yi Qingzhou's head and his uncle's severed finger had not been eaten by Silver Horn, but some of the tattered items were nowhere to be found.

Without a doubt, they all ended up in Silver Horn's stomach.

Fortunately, when he put Golden Horn and Silver Horn into the Soul-Hooking Book, he hid the Soul-Reaping Ghost in the moonlight beforehand, otherwise Golden Horn would probably have sought revenge for the grudge from back then.

As for Silver Horn, it's even more of a problem; it's really got something wrong with its head, and it might just break off the bones of the Deathbringer and gnaw on them.

"You two, stop fooling around."

Chen Huangpi tapped the heads of the Golden Horn and Silver Horn and said seriously, "Didn't you guys feel that the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty and the Yellow Springs Yin Land were very similar before?"

“Yes, there is a bit of a resemblance.”

"No, brother, are you stupid? This doesn't look like it at all."

Silver Horn shouted, "One is the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, and the other is the Yellow Springs Yin Land. Apart from the fact that I can use the abilities that my father left us here, everything else is different."

"very good!"

Chen Huangpi nodded and asked again, "Silver Horn, you are different from Golden Horn. You are a genius. Think carefully, besides these, what other similarities exist between the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty and the Yellow Spring Yin Land?"

Silver Horn's eyes widened, and he asked excitedly, "Yellow-skinned Daddy, am I really a genius?"

"Big brother, Huangpi Dad said I'm a genius."

"I'm not an idiot after all! That's great, brother!"

Golden Horn said disdainfully, "Silver Horn, you're a complete idiot! No genius would call themselves a genius!"

"Nonsense, Huangpi's dad says he's a genius every day."

Silver Horn arrogantly raised its head and wagged its tail at Chen Huangpi, saying, "Huangpi Dad, you truly deserve to be called a stepfather. As the saying goes, like father, like son. You must have passed on your extraordinary talent to me, right?"

Chen Huangpi clenched his fists and had no choice but to accept it, even if it meant refusing to admit it.

"Hahaha!"

Silver Horn said smugly, "Yellow Skin Daddy loves me, Big Brother, you're no good anymore! I'll be the Big Brother from now on!"

Golden Horn said angrily, "Yellow-skinned father, you're too biased!"

Silver Horn wagged its tail, but it didn't forget the question its yellow-skinned father had asked it.

He then lay down on the ground, his nose twitching incessantly.

It is activating the power of the Child of Listening, sensing the differences between the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty and the Yellow Springs Yin Land.

The more it perceives, the more confused it becomes.

"Dad, it seems like I didn't inherit enough talent from you. I feel like I'm still a bit slow."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I feel that, apart from being called the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, this place really feels like the Yellow Springs Yin Land. The gray mist is like the Yellow Springs, and the earth is like Yin Land."

"Well done, Silver Horn!"

Chen Huangpi patted Silver Horn's head, suppressing his urge to beat his good-for-nothing godson.

Then he said to the brass oil lamp, "There are ten Yama Kings in the Yellow Springs Underworld, and each hall has a clone of you. The traitor imitated you and made a bronze oil lamp, and added gray mist to isolate the ten areas."

"If I'm not mistaken, he definitely wants to push the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty closer to the Yellow Springs Yin Land!"

"Huang Er, what exactly are Master and the Underworld Emperor planning to do in the Yellow Springs Underworld?"

Chen Huangpi stared intently at the brass oil lamp.

If the Yellow Springs Yin Soil is meant to create Yin Gods, then there are already enough Yin Gods. Master also said that those are just coarse grains.

Then why are there ten clones of brass oil lamps, occupying half of its power to guard the Yellow Springs Yin Land?

It should be noted that when the master used the clone of the brass oil lamp to suppress the old temple, it was actually only half of its power.

The Yin Earth of the Underworld has long since changed.

The Yellow Springs and the Yin Earth both transformed into evil spirits.

But to this day, both of these evil forces remain dormant.

The secrets of the Yellow Springs Yin Earth are no less than those of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

Chen Huangpi knew that the brass oil lamp definitely knew some secrets about this.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, but rather that I'm from the same family."

The brass oil lamp circled around Chen Huangpi, pacing anxiously back and forth on the ground, and hesitantly said, "But if I were to reveal this matter to those two old schemers, the Abbot and the Underworld Emperor, I'm afraid it would ruin their plans..."

"Master isn't a cunning old fox!!!"

Chen Huangpi corrected, "The King of the Underworld must be able to establish contact with the Shadow of Yama, but He hasn't said a word to me yet. He's surnamed Yin, so he's the real cunning one."

"Huang Er, Master and Yin Tianzi are close friends."

"But we're still brothers who grew up together since we were little."

"How could you bear to hide this from me?"

"I can't bear it, but..."

That's exactly what I wanted, but...

Chen Huangpi knew brass oil lamps all too well, so he immediately backed down and said, "Huang Er, you can't bear to hide it from me, and I can't bear to put you in a difficult position. How about this, I'll guess a few things, and you don't have to say whether they're right or wrong, okay?"

"..."

The brass oil lamp looked up at the sky and said, "Fellow clansman, were you just talking to me? I can't hear you!"

Chen Huangpi laughed and said, "Master placed your clone in the Yellow Springs Yin Earth, and creating the Yin God was just a side effect, right?"

The brass oil lamp bowed its head, examining its eight arms, each a different length.

"The Ten Kings of Hell are not actually dead."

The brass oil lamp casually whistled.

“There is a formation in the old temple, and your ten clones will have the same effect in the Yellow Springs Yin Earth.”

Chen Huangpi's eyes gleamed with a strange light: "After the upheaval of heaven and earth ends, Master will be resurrected from the Yellow Springs, right?"

The brass oil lamp froze, its eyes widening as it exclaimed, "You know what, it actually seems like that's a possibility!"

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Your reaction...it seems there might be more to it than I guessed."

"Wait! That traitor wants to become the underworld emperor?!"

"I don't know, but he definitely wants to turn the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty into the Yellow Springs Yin Land."

The brass oil lamp said, "Judging from the state of Golden Horn and Silver Horn, they should have already succeeded, so why are they still hiding in that fake temple?"

Chen Huangpi sneered, "My uncle is just sick, he's not dead yet. The leader of the Bailingtian sect is hiding in the gray fog, and the Tai Sui sect leader is also not dead. I suppose he must have been seriously injured in that great battle back then."

"Don't forget, Dongzhen is in Uncle's hands."

"If only I could access those past memories."

Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and said, "As long as I can get in, I will know what happened back then. It's just a pity that too few people participated in that great battle, so there's nowhere to find them."

"Besides, if I enter the memories of that kind of existence, I'm worried I'll be discovered."

"That's not necessarily true."

The brass oil lamp suddenly said in a strange tone, "Master, bring out that gray eyeball and those imitation evil gods."

Chen Huangpi raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do those things contain memories I want to know?"

"No, there isn't."

The brass oil lamp said somewhat boastfully, "But with these things, I only need to swallow them, and my power will become much stronger, and I will be able to use my own methods."

“Hehehe!!!”

"When the time comes, we can enter whenever we want, based on other people's memories."

"I'm using Huang Yi's skin, so I don't even need to pretend to be dead."

"And what about me? Whose skin am I wearing?"

Chen Huangpi knew that the brass oil lamp was not as lowly as it had previously claimed. Although it was not among the top three in Jingxian Temple, it was certainly not as insignificant as a lackey.

The Nine Netherworld Lamp is extremely Yin and evil.

Nature has its own unique features.

"Yes, whose skin should you wear, fellow clansmen?"

"It's not easy to find someone who can exist in the memories of those who take shortcuts, yet remain undetected by them!"

He pondered deeply, a brass oil lamp and aged yellow peel.

Finally, the man and the lamp looked at the two portraits hanging in the main hall.

One of them is the leader of the Tai Sui Cult.

The other image shows the abbot in his youth. (End of Chapter)