Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

On the battlefield of Tianhe, the waves surged.

One after another, monstrous waves and gales swept across the land.

Chen Huangpi stood on the river, staring intently at the bottomless depths.

A while has passed since the ghost jumped into the Milky Way.

As a vengeful spirit of the underworld.

It belongs to the water element.

They were born with the ability to control the flow of water in the underworld.

Upon reaching the Heavenly River, the Soul-Reaping Ghost directly pointed out that the Heavenly River was actually transforming into the Yellow Springs, which also confirmed the previous speculations about the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

However, the Milky Way is indeed vast and boundless.

At first, Chen Huangpi was able to contact the Death-Reaper, but as the Death-Reaper sank deeper into the water, the connection gradually became blurred and intermittent, and now it is completely lost.

"Huang Er, stop pretending to be dead."

Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "Agui hasn't come back yet, and I'm worried something might have happened to him."

He said so.

Unable to continue feigning death, the brass oil lamp said, "Family member, don't worry. Ah Gui is the spirit of the Soul-Hooking Book. Even if it dies, it will be resurrected in the Soul-Hooking Book."

"Besides, Ah Gui never does anything he's not sure of. Since it dared to go down there, it will definitely come back safely."

Indeed, the brass oil lamp is right.

The vengeful spirit is always the most reliable one.

Its style of doing things is extremely calm and experienced.

But for some reason, Chen Huangpi always felt a strange sense of unease.

It was as if a terrible thing was about to happen on the battlefield of the Milky Way.

"Huang Er, I've always been unlucky."

Chen Huangpi thought to himself weakly, "Do you think that once I arrive at the Tianhe Battlefield, something big will happen there, and I'll be dragged into it and find myself in danger again?"

The brass oil lamp said coldly, "Family member, you're really overthinking things this time."

“That strange gale didn’t start blowing after you arrived.”

"The Intercepting Heaven Sect didn't just start working on immortal embryos today."

"Whether you're here or not, trouble will still happen here."

"Huang Er, are you saying that the Heavenly River Battlefield is related to the Gray Fiend Wind?"

Chen Huangpi keenly sensed a deeper meaning in the brass oil lamp's words.

He found it a bit strange.

Like himself, the brass oil lamp was also visiting the Tianhe battlefield for the first time.

It's like they know more than I do.

"My family's ancestor, I am the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp."

The brass oil lamp explained, "Extremely yin and evil, the first evil spirit in the world. It's normal that I can feel that the evil wind is not right, but don't think too much about it. The people from the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion are not inside."

What was Chen Huangpi's purpose in coming to the Tianhe battlefield?
The immediate priority is to find the Pavilion Master's aunt and those people, and see what the Intercepting Heaven Sect is really up to.

The scope is much broader for distant areas.

Chen Huangpi only knew the role played by the Tai Sui Cult Leader in what happened at the Tianhe Battlefield back then; he only knew part of the story and not the whole picture.

What intrigued him even more was...

Huang Yi, the Golden Sky Lantern, was on the Tianhe battlefield.

At least the current evidence, and the last time the Golden Sky Lantern was seen, is here.

Inexplicable.

Chen Huangpi took a deep look at the brass oil lamp hanging on his waist.

"Huang Er, when you get to the Tianhe battlefield, just pretend to be dead."

"Are you hiding something from me?"

"Family member, why would you think that?"

The brass oil lamp exclaimed in surprise, "I am your brother, your beloved childhood friend, and we even share a dog-raising bond. What would I possibly hide from you!"

Chen Huangpi said in a deep voice, "That's not necessarily true. You are close to the Dao. You are a treasure crafted by my master. I still can't say for sure how much skill you have."

You know more than I do.

"You know me too well; it wouldn't be difficult for you to hide anything from me."

At this point, Chen Huangpi's mood became somewhat low, and he said in a complicated tone, "Huang Er, we grew up together since we were little. You are the closest person to me besides my master, even closer than my uncles."

Tell me, would you lie to me?

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

The brass oil lamp said helplessly, "I, the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, swear here that I will never lie to you, Chen Huangpi, in this lifetime. Otherwise, may I never be as good as Huang Yi, and may I forever remain a broken brass oil lamp."

“Family member, you can always trust me.”

“Even if one day you no longer want to be a Dao Lord and want to be like that outline, I will still stand by your side. Right and wrong are used to restrain people, but they cannot restrain me.”

Chen Huangpi couldn't detect a single falsehood in what he said.

The strange feeling in my heart vanished instantly.

Chen Huangpi grinned: "Huang Er, I won't become that shape. When I become the flawless Dao Master, I will make you the Dao Master too, and so will A Gui. The three of us will be brothers forever."

"You can brag about this after you become a flawless Dao Master."

The brass oil lamp rolled its eyes.

Chen Huangpi loves to make empty promises, and even he thinks this is nonsense.

How could I possibly become the master of the Dao?

This Dao Lord is not simply a certain realm or a certain position.

If you didn't know better, you might think Chen Huangpi was referring to the position of abbot of Jingxian Temple.

"Hey, where is that lamp?"

The brass oil lamp sighed silently in its heart, "I've come all this way, and it still hasn't shown itself. It seems it has really changed like the Nine Separation Bell. The abbot shouldn't have separated us back then."

The Nine Netherworld Lamp is utterly inhuman, coldly carrying out the abbot's orders.

The Nine Netherworld Lamp would indeed not deceive Chen Huangpi.

But the brass oil lamp is Huang Er.

The Nine Netherworld Lamp is not like that.

However, the brass oil lamp wouldn't really deceive Chen Huangpi much.

It couldn't bear to do that either.

And now, what it wants to do is very simple.

That is to carry out the abbot's order and bring Huang Yi back.

If Huang Yi has truly undergone a complete transformation.

Then it will really find a way to kill it, stuff its own wick into it, and control the lamp to return to the Ten Thousand Mountains.

And just then.

Suddenly, a streak of light, interwoven with gold and silver, flew rapidly from the distant waves.

The old madman then opened his eyes at the opportune moment.

Previously, Jinjiao and Yinjiao were being controlled by this old madman, searching everywhere on the Tianhe battlefield to see if they could smell the scent of his wife and the others.

And now, although it hasn't been found.

But we discovered something different.

"Old madman."

"Don't speak, come with me."

As soon as the old madman finished speaking, he disappeared with Chen Huangpi.

When they reappeared, they were already in a corner of the Tianhe battlefield.

Although it's called a corner, the Tianhe battlefield is actually boundless, and even with the best of eyesight, you can't see where the shore is.

“Yellow-skinned father, this is it.”

Golden Horn growled, "I just smelled the scent of gray fog here, like a gray fog tide erupting."

"There are still people!!!"

Silver Horn sniffed and stared with his big, silly eyes, saying, "Someone came here, though only for a moment. But I am the Son of Di Ting, and I can sense the fluctuations of the Yellow Springs, no, I mean the Milky Way."

"Daddy Yellow Skin, this place is so scary."

"I feel like I'm going to die here."

"Don't be afraid, you won't die with me here."

Chen Huangpi quickly put the Golden Horn and Silver Horn into the Soul-Hooking Book.

Then, he looked at the old madman.

Then the old madman coldly said, "It must be the people of the Intercepting Heaven Sect. They sent over the immortal embryos from other old states. I just don't know what methods they used. If it weren't for these Golden Horn and Silver Horn, I would have had a hard time detecting them."

At this moment, the old madman's killing intent and fear reached their peak.

His intuition told him that when they arrived at the Tianhe Battlefield, there must have been many people from the Jietian Sect, but just as Silver Horn had said, it only lasted for a moment.

Even he was almost deceived.

This method is so strange and bizarre that it seems to have never originated from the Xuanzhen Daoist world.

Chen Huangpi asked doubtfully, "So, should we go into the water and take a look? Were those people actually in the water the whole time?"

The problem is, his evil eye didn't see anything amiss beneath the Milky Way.

One can only vaguely sense that there is an extremely terrifying evil spirit inside.

Evil spirits comparable to those in the underworld.

The old madman shook his head and said, "There is nothing in the water except for that evil spirit. In my opinion, those people must be in a completely independent space."

"This space overlaps with the Tianhe battlefield."

"Only members of the Jietian Sect know how to enter."

"Wouldn't that be a double whammy?"

Chen Huangpi felt increasingly overwhelmed and frowned, saying, "We said we would wait, and now things have changed, but how to get in has become a problem. We can't exactly go to the Jietian Sect and grab someone to ask for directions, can we?"

Chen Huangpi didn't even dare to go to that awful place called the Intercepting Heaven Sect.

The Dao Master of Taixu is inside.

There might even be something else terrible.

It was the place that Chen Huangpi feared most throughout the entire Great Qian Dynasty.

Even if the old madman and the Tai Sui Cult Leader were there, he wouldn't want to go in. He felt that the place was like a flood or a ferocious beast, and he would avoid it if he could.

"Asking is pointless."

The old madman shook his head and said, "I didn't just wait idly before; I also went there and captured a few disciples of the Jietian Sect, but they had no idea about it."

"I'm afraid that the disciples of the Heavenly Intercepting Sect are nothing more than nascent immortals."

Upon hearing this.

Chen Huangpi was utterly astonished.

Sure enough, ginger is still spicy.

What I could think of, that old madman had already thought of clearly. Not only did he think of it, but he also went straight to the past to investigate the truth.

That's truly carefree and unrestrained.

Now, Chen Huangpi put aside his wild guesses and asked, "Uncle Nie, what should we do now?"

The old madman looked around.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Nephew Huangpi, have you noticed that the gray evil winds around here are blowing quite fiercely?"

He said this.

Chen Huangpi immediately looked around carefully.

I must say, it really did scratch quite a bit.

The wind whipped up towering waves on the river, which then crashed against the surface with a deafening roar.

The gale could blow over at any moment.

Chen Huangpi instinctively tried to back away to avoid getting involved.

But a large hand pressed down on his shoulder.

The old madman said coldly, "Just stand here and see if this gale dares to sweep you in."

Suddenly, Chen Huangpi could taste the flavor.

"Is there something wrong with the strong wind?"

"If they dare to involve you, then there's no problem; but if they don't dare..."

The old madman sneered, a smile so cruel it was almost cruel.

It carried an overwhelming killing intent.

Chen Huangpi's heart skipped a beat.

"Huang Er, you still say that the gale is fine."

“I didn’t say that, fellow clansman.”

The brass oil lamp protested, "I was just saying that Yi Qingzhou's mother isn't inside, but this gale is too eerie. You absolutely mustn't go in, or you'll really be doomed."

Chen Huangpi said angrily, "Then why didn't you tell me before?"

"If I told you, given your personality, do you dare say you wouldn't jump right in?"

The brass oil lamp was also furious: "Family member, you keep saying you trust me, but a few words from an outsider and you think I'm lying to you and deceiving you? We've been through so much together since we were kids, when have I ever harmed you?"

"Listen to me, nothing will happen."

"I'm sorry, Huang Er, I was too hasty."

Chen Huangpi said helplessly, "But you have to tell me what's in that gale. The less you tell me, the more curious I become."

The brass oil lamp sighed: "There are many evil spirits, both those you can imagine and those you can't. These evil spirits wear tattered robes like the Yin gods and wear things like your bamboo hat."

“Right now, there are five half-way cultivators watching you and the old madman from the surrounding gale.”

“That old madman was right about one thing: they overlapped with the space we are in, which is why you can’t see them. But I don’t understand who created this space.”

"Is it Huang Yi, or that Daoist Master of Taixu?"

It said these words.

Chen Huangpi's expression changed slightly.

Five halfway up the mountain were watching him from the nearby gale.

As someone who is almost at the level of Tao, the old madman is certainly not afraid of these things, but if I really go in, I might really die here.

The brass oil lamp continued, "Also, these gales are actually layered on top of each other. Even if you go in with the old madman, you'll most likely not be in the same place. Who can help you then?"

"Can you handle Bandao now?"

"Also, the evil spirit beneath the Tianhe Battlefield is no weakling; it's comparable to something close to the Dao."

“The old madman will go to rescue the people from Wanjian Pavilion. Our target should be Huang Yi. Don’t take everything on yourself. As long as we’re alive, we can always make a comeback.”

The brass oil lamp spoke earnestly for a long time.

Chen Huangpi was finally completely convinced.

He clenched his fists.

Halfway through, it was indeed a huge mountain weighing on his head.

Even if one enters the Six Yin God state, it is impossible to defeat the opponent.

Unless it's like the time when the Underworld God was killed.

All the abilities within me manifest in a different way; otherwise, I would only be able to be overwhelmed if we encountered them.

"You should have told me this a long time ago."

Chen Huangpi sighed: "It's not that I don't trust you. Even if you really are lying to me, I'll just scold you a few times. Why should I be the one making wild guesses?"

"Can I say these things to that old madman?"

"It doesn't matter whether he talks about it or not, he's already figured it out."

Suddenly, the brass oil lamp cried out urgently, "Wait! This old bastard wants to charge straight in. Master, stay away. Don't get dragged into this too. Also, I'll play dead for now. Don't call me unless it's absolutely necessary."

It pretended to be dead, and it did.

Chen Huangpi couldn't understand what was so terrifying about the Tianhe Battlefield that could make the brass oil lamp so wary.

It is now wearing a yellow skin.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be anything that it should be worried about being seen through.

At that moment, the brass oil lamp added another sentence.

“There are bronze oil lamps everywhere here. If I don’t play dead, I might be detected. Don’t talk to me, or I’ll really be discovered.”

Hear this.

Chen Huangpi then suddenly realized what was going on.

At this moment, the fierce winds were already very close.

The old madman coldly reached his hand into the hole in his own head.

The sound of a sword echoed within his body.

It's as if they're about to draw their swords at any moment.

"I'm going to charge in."

The old madman said coldly, "Nephew Huangpi, do you want to stay on this Tianhe battlefield, or will I send you back to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion right now?"

"I want to stay."

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Nie, I also have my own things to do, I can't leave."

"Understood." The old madman knew that Chen Huangpi was looking for the Golden Sky Lantern.

And he did indeed see some different things in the future.

If the Golden Sky Lantern Festival is to appear, it can only happen this time.

Because of this, the Tianhe Battlefield will come to a complete end.

"In that case, you shall stay in that treasure ship or fairy vessel."

The old madman gave Chen Huangpi a deep look: "No need to worry about me. The Dao Lord of Taixu can't get out of that coffin. I found that out when I fought him last time."

“Even if it’s not Him, but the former master thief, I can still kill him for you to see.”

In a one-on-one situation, the old madman fears no one.

Moreover, he was already extremely powerful.

The person who can be regarded as a mortal enemy by the Tai Sui Cult Leader is no ordinary person.

The leader of the Tai Sui Cult, a master of both sword formations, wants both.

The old madman, a sword genius, pursued the ultimate in swordsmanship, cultivating it to the point of madness.

These are two completely different paths.

It's hard to say who will be stronger or weaker as things progress.

Such a crazy old man.

Chen Huangpi naturally didn't think he was bragging and believed him.

"Uncle Nie, Huang Er said that the gale is layered on top of each other, so you must be extra careful."

"the same as you."

The old madman blew a breath at Chen Huangpi.

The next second, Chen Huangpi's figure instantly became extremely dim.

Until it disappears.

The straw hat that had been on Chen Huangpi's head fell off.

The old madman's eyes flashed with an incomparably sharp sword light as he pulled the sword out of his head. With his other hand, he caught the straw hat and put it on his own head.

"The first time I entered that fierce wind, I encountered a ghostly thing that I didn't know what it was."

"I imagine this time will be the same."

As soon as the old madman finished speaking, he casually swung the strange longsword in his hand.

next second.

Then a Dao Fruit World composed of swords appeared behind him.

That world is like a sword tomb.

At the heart of the Sword Tomb is a massive furnace.

Within that furnace, countless sword shadows emerged.

If the dried yellow peel were still there.

He will surely see that there is more than one way of swordsmanship in the old madman's furnace.

Even the sword formation techniques of the Tai Sui Cult Master are included in it.

It even includes the swordsmanship of Yi Qingzhou's sword sheath.

All swords return to one, all swords are one.

The ultimate goal of swordsmanship is not to pursue only one aspect.

The reason why the old madman was so firmly stuck back then was because he was obsessed with practicing swordsmanship and wanted to throw all the sword arts in the world into the furnace to contain all sword arts.

This is even the core principle of Chen Huangpi's swordsmanship.

Therefore, when Chen Huangpi changed the way he taught swordsmanship in Jiuzhou Tai Sui, the old madman was also there at the time, which is why it had no impact at all.

And this path was actually attempted by the old madman before Chen Huangpi was even born and knew what swordsmanship was. Although he did not completely succeed, or rather, this path was simply impassable.

Because there are many sword cultivators in the world.

There will always be new kendo techniques emerging.

How can this be accomplished?
This is a road with no end in sight.

But the old madman did indeed reach a level close to the Tao through this.

A sword light pierced the heavens and earth.

The old madman charged straight into the gray, malevolent winds.

……

And the other side.

Standing on the treasure ship, Chen Huangpi saw the terrifying sword light from afar.

His eyes widened, and he inexplicably felt that his swordsmanship seemed to have gained something new, becoming much more complete.

"That old madman is really something."

"I feel he might be much stronger than Uncle Tai Sui."

This is indeed true.

The Grand Duke of Tai Sui possessed dual Dao Fruits, but without the Sword Dao Fruit, he was naturally inferior to the Old Madman.

But if the Grand Duke of Tai Sui were to actually merge the two Dao Fruits into one...

That's hard to say.

At this moment, the voices of the immortals on the treasure ship and flying boat rang out.

"Watch out, the Gray Fiend Wind is blowing over here."

"Don't be stingy with your magic power; pour it all into the formation, or you'll never get out once you're caught in it!"

This precious flying ship is different from the ones made by the Du family in the human world.

The Du family's flying boat was a mechanical structure.

It wasn't created with any special talent, but rather through generations of painstaking effort.

But the battlefield of Tianhe is not lacking in spiritual energy.

Therefore, Chen Huangpi saw that the inside of this treasure ship was actually a real small world, with powerful immortals flying out of their caves, and countless stars twinkling above their heads.

The twinkling stars are actually part of the formation.

The immortals flew into those stars and poured all their power into them.

However, while there are many immortals, there are even more stars.

It's impossible for them all to match one-to-one.

"What's wrong with you? What are you standing there for? Get inside the formation at once!"

"Ah I?"

Chen Huangpi looked in the direction of the sound.

Then they saw a middle-aged man dressed in purple robes standing on their heads. The man wore a purple-gold crown and looked very majestic and domineering, and his aura was extremely powerful.

It is far more potent than dried tangerine peel.

This is the ultimate true immortal.

Chen Huangpi was a little confused, but since he was now on this treasure ship, he couldn't just stand by and watch.

"I'll go into the formation now."

"Wait a minute, you look unfamiliar? What's your name? Which realm are you from?"

Which realm?

These four words exploded in Chen Huangpi's mind.

The old madman actually sent him to a treasure ship flying in the celestial realm.

Instead of being around the cultivators of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

Isn't this like infiltrating directly into the enemy's heart?
"My name is Yellow Weasel, and I come from Little...Little Red Sky..."

"So you are a fellow immortal from Little Red Heaven."

The middle-aged man in the purple robe nodded and said in a complicated tone, "I come from Ziwei Heaven. For the sake of the Lord of Little Red Heaven, I will let it go for you because you were distracted."

Chen Huangpi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say thank you.

But the cultivator from Ziwei Heaven changed his tone and said coldly, "After the destruction of Xiaochitian, its remnants could no longer accommodate the people of the Immortal Realm. So where did you, a person from Xiaochitian, come from?"

The fact that this weasel looks unfamiliar isn't a big problem.

People come and go on the celestial treasure ships and flying boats. Although he holds a high position here, it is impossible for him to remember everyone clearly.

But if we add Little Red Sky, things become less certain.

This person probably has a serious problem.

And it just so happens that it appeared suddenly at this time.

A whoosh.

A cluster of blood-red flames ignited at Chen Huangpi's fingertips.

Look at these flames.

The middle-aged man from Ziwei Heaven looked astonished: "Are you really from Xiaochi Heaven?"

Chen Huangpi nodded: "This fellow immortal from Ziwei Heaven, if I'm not mistaken, you should be a descendant of the Great Emperor Ziwei of Zhongtian, right?"

The middle-aged man asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

He never revealed his identity.

Among the immortals aboard this treasure ship and flying vessel were many companions who had known him for a long time. They all knew he came from the Ziwei Heaven, but they did not know that he was a descendant of the Ziwei Emperor.

Chen Huangpi hesitated and said, "Before I fell into slumber, I went to Ziwei Heaven with the Realm Lord. At that time, the youngest son of the Ziwei Emperor was born. Although many years have passed, your appearance..."

The slumbering realm lord has seen himself again.

The middle-aged man suddenly understood.

It seems that this immortal called Huangpizi is indeed from Xiaochitian. However, he was extremely lucky and did not die when Xiaochitian was shattered.

However, I've heard that the Lord of Little Red Heaven has a strange temper.

There are very few immortals living in the Lesser Crimson Heaven; it is mostly inhabited by celestial beings.

This weasel was able to follow the Lord of Little Red Heaven, so it seems he must have been quite a figure back then.

Think of this.

The middle-aged man cupped his hands and said, "My surname is Ji."

Chen Huangpi tentatively asked, "Ji Wangyou?"

The middle-aged man had an "I knew it" look on his face.

He deliberately only mentioned his surname and not his given name, just to test Chen Huangpi further.

Chen Huangpi stated it directly.

This means that what this person said must be true.

“Here, they all call me Lord of Forget-Worries.”

Ji Wangyou whispered, "Brother, don't tell anyone. My name must not be known to others."

Although this person's cultivation level is not as high as mine.

But since he is older than me and has seen me when I was a child, there is nothing wrong with calling him brother.

Chen Huangpi nodded: "Don't worry, I'm not one to talk too much. But I'm new to the Tianhe battlefield, so if there's anything I don't understand, I hope Brother Wangyou can remind me."

"It's impossible."

Ji Wangyou glanced at Chen Huangpi with a puzzled expression.

He could sense that this person definitely had some secret.

However, he also has his own secrets.

As long as it doesn't concern him, it's not a big deal.

"Let's go, quickly enter the formation."

Ji Wangyou carried Chen Huangpi and flew into those stars.

The largest star in the center was Ji Wangyou's position, while Chen Huangpi was given special consideration and placed on the other star closest to him.

"Just infuse it with magic power, and leave the rest to your foolish brother."

Ji Wangyou's voice came from the starlight.

Chen Huangpi was sitting cross-legged in the star at this moment, and for a moment he could not tell whether it was an array or a real star.

"The Southern Dipper governs life, the Northern Dipper governs death."

"This is the Great Array of Stars of My Immortal Realm."

Chi Xie's voice rang in Chen Huangpi's mind, sneering, "Chen Huangpi, you really have to thank me this time. If I hadn't told you these things, the descendants of the Ziwei Emperor would have thrown you off this treasure ship even if they hadn't killed you."

Yes, it's impossible for Chen Huangpi to know anything about the celestial realm.

He realized he had boarded the enemy's ship.

He immediately communicated with the Red Evil in the Liver Temple.

Chi Xie is extremely cunning and was once the master of Little Chi Tian. Although Chen Huangpi always felt that Chi Xie was shrewd and calculating, there was something about him that he couldn't quite figure out. But with Chi Xie's help, he was able to achieve his goal.

They actually managed to fool Ji Wangyou.

And this time.

Chi Xie made no demands on Chen Huangpi.

This made Chen Huangpi feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Chixie, it looks like your Little Chitian has exploded. Even if you want to go back, there's probably nowhere for you to stay."

Chen Huangpi sighed, "You always used this to control me, but in the end it all came to nothing."

"If Little Red Sky is destroyed, then so be it."

Chi Xie's voice was calm: "But I must go back to the Immortal Realm."

"Why? Wouldn't it be better if you stayed with me in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty?"

"Then why did you go back to the Ten Thousand Mountains?"

Chi Xie retorted, "The Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is so good, why don't you stay here all the time?"

Chen Huangpi said, "Because my master is in the Ten Thousand Mountains, this is not my home. Why should I stay here?"

"The Immortal Realm is my home."

Chi Xie coldly said, "But the reason why I must go back is not because of whether I go home or not, but because, like you, there are people in the Immortal Realm that I care about."

His wife, and his other wife who was also a fire spirit.

That's the person Chi Xie cares about most.

Apart from that, he can disregard everything else.

Chen Huangpi asked in surprise, "Chi Xie, I didn't expect you to be such a sentimental person. Who is your master? Is he also waiting for you in the Immortal Realm?"

"What master or not?"

Chi Xie said angrily, "I am a fire spirit, a being born of heaven and earth. Who has the right to be my master?"

"So you have a child?"

"All the celestial beings of Little Crimson Heaven are considered my children. Do you think I care?"

Chi Xie was too lazy to tell Chen Huangpi about his affairs.

It also didn't want Chen Huangpi to know.

"Chi Xie, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Chixie?"

Chen Huangpi was a little confused, wondering why Chi Xie was ignoring him.

He loves being in a lively atmosphere.

Now the brass oil lamp is pretending to be dead, and Chi Xie is ignoring him.

The Book of Souls only contains Golden Horn, Silver Horn, and Little Chen.

Chen Huangpi certainly wouldn't dare to release Little Chen Chen, Golden Horn, and Silver Horn in front of the immortal cultivators.

For a moment, he felt incredibly lonely.

Those three years in the old madman's dantian world were lonely, but at least I could see my master in my dreams at night.

Now that nobody pays any attention to him, he finds it hard to stand.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi began to infuse his essence into the star while pondering the Great Array of the Myriad Stars.

As the saying goes, if you understand one method, you understand all methods.

Chen Huangpi was a genius, especially since he had also learned the sword formation method of the Tai Sui Sect.

Therefore, he quickly figured out the workings of this celestial constellation array.

Not only that.

Chen Huangpi even discovered how to communicate with other immortal cultivators through these stars.

"Those gray, malevolent winds seem to be chasing us."

"I saw several treasure ships from the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. No, we're too close. They've spotted us too."

"No, there's a strong wind behind them too; they were driven here as well."

"Is this gray, malevolent wind going to wipe us all out in one fell swoop?"

"Grey Fiend Wind isn't human, how could it do such a thing?"

"Return to the Immortal Realm! Return to the Immortal Realm immediately!"

A helpless voice rang out: "I'm afraid we can't go back. I am Daoist Wangyou. Everyone, listen to my command! I will use the Star Chart to carve out a path and pour all my magic power into the formation!"

A strange fluctuation appeared among the stars.

To Chen Huangpi's astonishment, the Ascension Token in the Soul-Hooking Book was vibrating incessantly.

It was as if it had sensed the arrival of the Immortal Ascension Diagram. (End of Chapter)