Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The sky collapsed.

A cataclysmic battle completely disrupted the entire situation.

The Nine Spirits Venerable, who had mutated into a deity of the Great Void, originally intended to slaughter all cultivators who would perish like weeds.

Just as the severed hand arrived, the situation began to improve.

Just as they were about to make a move against the Nine Spirits Venerable to rescue Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp, Chen Daoxing unexpectedly arrived at this critical moment.

The moment He appeared.

He then stepped on the head of the Nine Spirits Venerable, forcefully stomping him into the Milky Way.

"Chen Daoxing! I want you dead!!!!"

The man with the severed hand charged at Chen Daoxing like a madman.

With a single move, the world changed color.

A lush and verdant world appeared out of nowhere.

In this world, plants grow and wither constantly, living and dying, flourishing and decaying, in an endless cycle that evolves all the laws of nature.

The deranged and twisted Nine Spirits roared, possessing only bestial instincts and no longer any self. The mutated Dog-Taming Sutra emerged from its body, its blood vessels enveloping its entire flesh.

Like a centipede crawling on His body, it manipulated the sea of ​​blood to attack Chen Daoxing.

"Roar!!!!"

The two figures, who were almost like Daoists, fought fiercely with Chen Daoxing.

But Chen Daoxing did nothing.

He simply watched calmly, without even manifesting his own Dao Fruit World.

It was as if he didn't care about anything.

The reason he did this was because he sensed a familiar power in the severed hand.

It's not Emperor Donghua.

Rather, it was a trace left by his master when he made a move.

This power is something he misses dearly.

The sound of the severed hand, filled with murderous intent, rang out.

The roar of the Nine Spirits Lord was deafening.

Chen Daoxing frowned slightly and said calmly, "It's a bit too noisy."

The words fell to the ground.

The world was silent.

It was different from when Chen Huangpi fought against Jiulingzun.

Neither of them truly demonstrated the suppressive power that was close to the Dao, or rather, the absence of the concepts of time and space in this void rendered some of the accompanying elements ineffective.

For example, disrupting the timeline.

Jump into the river of time and wage war simultaneously in the past, future, and present.

But Chen Daoxing finished speaking.

I don't know what methods he used.

All sound disappeared.

The vengeful spirit opened its mouth and let out a silent, bitter laugh: "It's over, completely over."

Chen Daoxing.

The Crown Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Few would call the abbot's first disciple a genius.

Because everyone knows it.

For Chen Daoxing, approaching the Dao was an inevitability within inevitability.

It's impossible for someone not to reach that level.

Chen Daoxing was taught by Guan Yu, while most of his other fellow disciples were taught by him.

The vengeful spirit was filled with despair.

Looking at the calm and collected Chen Daoxing, the tyrannical and ferocious Nine Spirits Venerable, and the severed hand using various methods, it knew without a doubt that the severed hand could not possibly defeat Chen Daoxing.

To know.

The dried tangerine peel and brass oil lamp were not much of a secret from the vengeful spirit.

How did Chen Daoxing cultivate himself to the point of being close to the Dao?

The vengeful spirit knew everything perfectly well.

There's no such thing as whether it will succeed or not.

It's simply a matter of wanting to or not wanting to; once you've figured it out, you'll embark on that path.

Even those who hate Chen Daoxing must admire his talent and genius.

This person has truly learned seven or eight tenths of the master's skills.

The severed hand was once the Great Emperor Donghua. After his death, his physical body underwent a transformation. His obsession was severed by the sword light left in Chen Huangpi's original form by the Three Views Master, and by chance, he became another Xu Qingshan.

He restored his severed hand to a state close to the Dao.

But it was Chen Daoxing who killed it.

As time passed, the severed hand returned to its former level, but Chen Daoxing could not remain stagnant; instead, he became even more powerful.

As for how strong he is now.

It's likely that no one but himself knows the truth.

The only certainty is that on the day the cataclysmic change in the world ends, the Dao Lord of Taixu and his people will descend in their true forms, which will be enough to suppress Chen Daoxing completely.

before this.

It's neither the abbot nor the outline.

Chen Daoxing was one of the few people standing on the mountaintop.

Thinking of this, the ghost looked towards the back of the underworld, towards the entrance to the mortal realm.

There were two other people of similar social standing there.

One is an old madman.

He fought fiercely with his sword, his figure intertwined with that of the Netherworld Heaven, blocking the entrance tightly, his Dao Fruit burning and scattering into countless fragments of light.

The old madman was completely unable to offer any help.

Because from the very beginning, he had blocked Youmingtian here.

Ever since I met Chen Huangpi.

None of the old madman's opponents were normal or even close to the Dao.

First, it was the Taixu Dao Master who controlled the physical body of the Jietian Sect Master, and then it was the Youming Tian Dao Master who pieced together the corpse using the Qingxian Master and three other Great Emperors.

Both of them ended up as Dao Lords.

Even if it is not in its own realm, and does not have the blessing of the Heavenly Dao of its own realm.

It is also not the same concept as being close to the Tao.

"You're a very powerful swordsman from the Xuanzhen Dao Realm!"

“Your swordsmanship is even more extreme.”

"If we were at the same level, I'm afraid I would have to avoid your sharp edge."

Youmingtian's voice was hoarse and chilling, as if it came from a world teeming with evil spirits.

The old madman remained silent.

His body was burning.

His spiritual fruit is also burning.

He was truly risking his life to fight this Netherworld Heaven to the death.

Unlike his previous encounter with the Daoist Master of Taixu, where the old madman was still thinking about preserving his life and passing on the secrets he had seen, this time he was prepared to die.

"Let's pave the way and fight!"

"In your current state, you will undoubtedly be defeated within three breaths."

Youmingtian coldly said, "However, I can give you a chance to become one of us. I am willing to accept you and may even refrain from taking over your physical body."

He truly admired the old madman.

A pure swordsman's ideal is to encompass all sword styles under heaven.

This road is completely impassable, yet people still try to walk on it.

Of course, Youmingtian said this only to disturb the old madman's mind. He really wanted to subdue the old madman, but he also knew that a person like the old madman would rather die than submit.

The way of the sword is the way, the way of formations is the way, the way of alchemy is the way, and the way of immortality is the way.

There are countless paths to enlightenment.

In reality, there are millions of different kinds of people.

Everyone tries to understand and interpret the Tao in their own way.

The manifestation of the Tao is the manifestation of his own philosophy.

"My surname is Nie."

The old madman's bloodshot eyes narrowed to slits, and he held his long sword horizontally in front of his chest.

"At the age of thirteen, I cultivated myself into a true immortal."

"The sword cultivators of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty have added the title of Sword King to my name."

"I am King Nie Jian, and what are you?"

"A defeated dog like you dares to try and persuade this old man to surrender? How dare you bark and howl here?"

"The sword cultivators of the Xuanzhen Dao Realm are truly tough."

Youmingtian was not angry because of the old madman's insults. In fact, at this level, who would care about verbal humiliation?

He actually appreciated the old madman even more.

It should be noted that the situation in the entire Xuanzhen Dao world has actually become clear by now.

Some, like those who were thieves in the past, chose the idea that humans can conquer nature, but they were all corrupted by that idea and ended up going down an even more extreme path.

The remaining survivors are the strong ones.

They all chose to gamble everything with the abbot, betting that they would definitely succeed in the end.

Especially those who practice swordsmanship.

The Tai Sui Cult Leader and Nie Jianwang, these two mortal enemies, are extremely stubborn.

Asking them to abandon their beliefs is tantamount to killing them.

I'd rather risk my life for you than accept the version of myself that I hate most.

"I see my sword as I see myself!!!"

The old madman took a deep breath, and a dazzling sword light burst forth from his eyes.

This swordsmanship was the first swordsmanship Chen Huangpi learned.

In essence, it is a secret sword technique created by Taiyi Zi. However, Chen Huangpi treasured it, recognized it, and made it a legitimate sword art.

The old madman and Chen Huangpi spent a moderate amount of time together.

A seasoned swordsmanship genius like him had naturally mastered it long ago.

But unlike Chenhuangpi.

Chen Huangpi only regarded swordsmanship as a means of achieving oneness with the sword, but he did not actually push it to a more extreme level because he was not a pure swordsman.

On the contrary, it's the old madman.

The old madman's aura is now surging.

His life was burning.

He combined this swordsmanship with the method of forging his life sword using the foundation of his own Dao.

Youming Tian's expression, hidden beneath the mask, changed slightly.

He actually felt that the old madman's aura was about to overwhelm him, as if it were about to reach the ultimate state of the Dao and become the being closest to the Dao.

"Brother Daoist..."

"You've been kind to me, and you've treated my son Qingzhou well too."

"I have nothing to repay you with, so I will use this sword to ask my yellow-skinned nephew for a chance to fight to the death."

Having said that, the old madman's eyes sharpened, and he roared, "My sword can cleave heaven and earth, and annihilate all things! My sword is like this, and so am I!!"

"The Way of the Sword is True!"

"My sword dares to make even the heavens bow down!"

Looking at my sword is like looking at myself; the stronger the sword, the stronger I become.

The stronger I become, the stronger my sword becomes.

Within the old madman's Sword Tomb Dao Fruit, the enormous furnace instantly exploded.

The crimson molten iron was actually his swordsmanship and will.

The entire Sword Tomb Dao Fruit was melted down at this moment.

The old madman's figure instantly burst into flames, merging with his sword. Using the Dao Foundation to forge the Life Sword, he created a terrifyingly powerful sword that could steal the heavens.

It is called the Sword That Steals the Sky.

It's because how could an old madman possibly reach the level closest to the Dao?

Throughout history, only the abbot has achieved this step before attaining enlightenment.

Therefore, what is gained by risking one's life is actually just a fleeting moment.

It was stolen by the old madman at the cost of his life. He used his life to forge a phantom sword that was more powerful than himself, and then used this phantom sword to elevate himself to this false realm.

But for the old madman...

This sword is real.

Even if it's brief, it's enough.

This is also why he doesn't open a path to fight for it.

As soon as Chen Daoxing appeared, he knew that this was the only way to save his life.

His brilliance is so overwhelming that even the heavens cannot suppress it.

"kill!!!!!"

Buzz! ! ! ! !
The sound of swords ringing out, an incredibly powerful and overwhelming sound of swords ringing out.

At that moment, everyone, every being, heard the terrifying sound of the sword.

The world within the Flying Immortal Painting cannot be contained.

Even the void cannot suppress it.

The sound of this sword echoed throughout the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, the Immortal Realm, the Human Realm, and the Underworld.

Swords clashed and rang out throughout the Xuanzhen Dao Realm!
The outline that enveloped the world trembled at this moment, and within the outline were countless eyes that opened, trying to look at the source of the sword's cry.

only.

Those eyes cannot see.

An old Taoist priest in a dark blue robe blocked all view of the silhouette.

The gaze of that silhouette was cold and ruthless, devoid of any emotion, only possessing a pure, predatory instinct.

But it remained deadlocked with the old Taoist priest for who knows how many years.

This old Taoist priest is unavoidable in every timeline.

So much so.

At this moment, the outline conveyed a thought to the old Taoist priest.

That is, you will definitely lose.

"Before the world has even been created, how can you draw conclusions about who won and who lost?"

The old Taoist priest said calmly, "On what basis? Just because of your mutated perfect Heavenly Dao? You dare to call something like this Heavenly Dao? Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao is the Dao of Heaven, Earth and all living beings."

"You want to sever the path of all living beings? I will not allow it."

"They don't acknowledge it either."

……

The sword light surged and shone brilliantly, like a falling dragon.

A colossal world of Dao Fruits manifested.

That Dao Fruit World was dark and gloomy, with countless evil spirits and vengeful ghosts wailing within it.

Click! ! ! ! !

Click! ! ! !
A crack appeared in this world of fruit.

Then, a sword shot out directly from this world of Dao Fruit.

boom! ! ! !

A deafening explosion rang out.

Youmingtian's physical body instantly turned into dust.

And He was no longer able to participate in this great battle.

It wasn't just the physical body, which was almost like the Tao, that He was not given.

He took the blow from the old madman, his true form was pierced, and he suffered extremely serious injuries.

There's no way to avoid it.

If He were using His own physical body, or a complete physical body that was close to the Tao, He wouldn't be completely helpless.

But who made Him choose to act before the upheaval in the world ended?

"What a magnificent Xuanzhen Dao Realm! What a magnificent Sword King Nie!"

Youmingtian said weakly and painfully, "If that outline had arrived an era later, it would probably have been driven out by these people. I have no regrets about my defeat, but it is a pity that I was not the only one who could take action."

He disappeared immediately after speaking.

Besides Him, another Dao Lord will come down and bring all the cultivators in the entire Immortal Realm into Immortal Embryos.

This will allow the golden-topped sky lantern to be brought out.

As long as he can lure it out, Chen Daoxing will have a way to control the situation and take control of the Golden Sky Lantern's enlightenment of the Nine Spirit Venerables.

At that time, He will be able to possess him and kill him again.

The Immortal Realm is not like this void without the concepts of time and space.

Jumping into the river of time won't take much time.

"Xu Qingshan! Take this sword!!!"

The old madman's voice rang out from the sword.

The strongest sword he obtained at the cost of his life could not merely destroy the Netherworld Heaven's physical body; he wanted to unleash its last remaining power and burst forth with its final brilliance.

And worth mentioning.

The old madman could actually tell that the severed hand wasn't the Xu Qingshan his son knew.

He is an unconventional Xu Qingshan.

However, he no longer cared about these things.

But the person with the severed hand thought it was not like that.

He is Xu Qingshan, a fellow disciple of Yi Qingzhou, and a close friend who also became disciples of the abbot together. The old madman is his junior brother's father.

Now that it has forged the sword that could steal the heavens and change the sun with its life, it is almost about to explode.

Even the blood feud with Chen Daoxing was suppressed by it.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

With a roar, the severed hand grabbed the sword that the old madman had transformed into.

It could sense the old madman's aura steadily fading away.

Therefore, when it grasps the sword and pours its own power into it, it can only delay the attack for a moment.

"Kill, kill, kill!!!"

"Slash! Slash! Slash!!!" The severed hand drew his sword and charged at Chen Daoxing.

this moment.

Chen Daoxing couldn't help but reveal an extremely complicated expression.

This sword strike could severely injure him.

"What amazing swordsmanship."

"As expected of Sword King Nie."

“My master once said that there were only two people in the world who could rival him in swordsmanship: one was the Tai Sui Sect Leader, and the other was you. The Tai Sui Sect Leader is dead, but you are still alive.”

"It's a pity that your sword path is blocked; you can only unleash such a single strike in your entire life."

"A complete transformation!"

Chen Daoxing finally made his real move.

With a wave of his hand, the sky and the earth instantly appeared in the void.

The white is the sky, and the black is the earth.

Chen Daoxing's figure vanished instantly.

He became the will of heaven and earth.

We must suppress this swordsmanship that dares to make even the heavens bow down!
He severed his arm and brandished a sword, charging towards the sky.

And just then.

Suddenly, the phantom of the old madman appeared on the body of the severed hand.

The old madman's hair and beard stood on end as he gripped the Heaven-Stealing Sword tightly. However, he immediately released his severed hand, burned his own Dao Fruit on the spot, and turned to kill the Nine Spirit Venerable.

The old madman and the severed hand did not communicate.

But when he caught the sword after severing his hand, he already understood the other party's thoughts.

Zhan Chendaoxing is a fake.

The old madman must hold on; the real purpose is to cut off his hand to save Chen Huangpi.

They were fighting for more than just a sliver of hope for Chenhuangpi.

Rather, it is the only glimmer of hope for the entire Xuanzhen Daoist world.

"Roar!!!!"

The Nine Spirits Venerable, who had already transformed into a deity of the Great Void, let out a mad roar.

Chen Daoxing didn't think much of the Nine Spirits Venerable.

A wild beast driven only by instinct cannot stir up any great storm.

But He could sense the killing intent of the severed hand.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!!!"

He struck out with the severed hand.

It's risking its life now, its Dao Fruits are burning, how can the Nine Spirits Venerable stop it?
Just one strike!!!

It caused even the void to become distorted.

The towering gray beam of light, like a sharp sword, pierced directly through the abdomen of the Nine Spirits Venerable.

And inside that abdomen.

The Grand Elder of Annihilation and the others finally saw the world and immediately transformed into streaks of light to escape.

But how could they possibly have a chance if their hands were severed?

These people, even if they are familiar faces, are actually just bodies that have been mutated and controlled; they are not the original people at all.

A radiant glow poured down from the tip of the severed finger.

Where the light shines, all people wither like trees.

The severed hand rushed into the body of the Nine Spirits Venerable.

It sensed something was wrong as soon as it made its move.

The Nine Spirits Venerable's body only contained those few half-paths, but not the figures of Chen Huangpi and the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp.

All that remained was a giant, pitch-black cocoon.

The cocoon was covered with blood vessels and veins, and black energy flowed inside it every moment.

Then look behind you.

The body of the Nine Spirits Venerable, which had been blasted apart by the severed hand, had healed instantly.

Moreover, it has a scabbed appearance, making it seem incredibly firm.

“Xu Qingshan, I am... I am inside this cocoon.”

The brass oil lamp sounded somewhat pained. It wanted to call itself "this lamp," but when it realized that this Xu Qingshan was not the Xu Qingshan it knew, it instinctively hesitated.

You should know that Huang Er also played a part in the scheme to break someone's hand back then.

But he didn't care about losing his hand.

It stared blankly at the black cocoon, only to find that it could not see through it at all, and could only vaguely see the figure of an infant inside.

"Huang Er, what's wrong with my junior brother?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know either."

The brass oil lamp said painfully, "He transformed into Taiyi before and almost killed himself. As a result, by chance, he parasitized the Nine Spirits Venerable, as if he was absorbing the other's power to repair himself."

"But when the Nine Spirits Venerable devoured other cultivators, he also put the Taixu Divine Nail into his body, which resulted in the current situation."

“I’ll dig him out right now.”

"No, don't move."

The brass oil lamp quickly spoke up to stop him, saying urgently, "I've tried, but as soon as I make a move, the death energy in Chen Huangpi's body will flow into the Nine Spirits Venerable's body, making the connection even stronger, and it's impossible to break it."

"Moreover, it seems that dried tangerine peel can also feel that kind of pain."

"If you really did that, he might be dead right now."

The man with the broken hand and the old madman are risking their lives to hold on outside.

The brass oil lamp was not standing idly by; it had already tried to get the old yellow peel out of the cocoon, but to no avail, it couldn't even dig out the cocoon.

Upon hearing this, the man with the severed hand was immediately thrown into a state of utter confusion.

"Nie Jianwang won't last long, and I can't defeat Chen Daoxing. Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, you are a treasure of my Pure Immortal Temple. Summon all your clones back!"

"No, if I recall them now, it'll be all over."

The brass oil lamp said sternly, "Chen Daoxing wanted to take me away back then. He only made those bronze oil lamps as a second choice. He wanted to make another one."

"I'm useless now, so it's no use for him to have me."

"But if I were back to my peak, who among you could stop me?"

The Nine Netherworld Lamp represents Yin.

The golden-topped sky lanterns enlightened the spirit of the Milky Way, transforming it into the Yellow Springs.

The Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp was used to enlighten the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, transforming it into the Yin Earth.

"Xu Qingshan, if you can take this Nine Spirit Venerable away, then make your move now; otherwise, stay here and protect me to buy me some time."

"what are you up to?"

"I want to transform dried tangerine peel into something evil."

The brass oil lamp sneered, "Once he transforms into an evil entity, he can directly devour this Nine Spirit Venerable. It won't be long before I'm done."

"No, absolutely not."

The severed hand whispered, "If he becomes an evil entity, there will be serious problems. How can he be resurrected?"

"At least it's better than dying here!"

And just then.

The severed hand seemed to sense something and waved its hand.

The vengeful spirit was then released.

"Ghost!!!"

"Golden Sky Lantern! Use the Golden Sky Lantern to reawaken the master!"

The ghost said excitedly, "The abbot said that yin and yang should be balanced and the five elements should be mutually generating. That's what he did when he sealed the master's true form. Once yin and yang are balanced, the master will definitely be fine."

Brass oil lamps are also inflexible.

It only thought about rescuing Chen Huangpi and turning him into an evil spirit, but it never thought that the Golden Sky Lantern could pull another trick.

"But that bastard Huang Yi is hiding somewhere."

"It still refuses to show itself."

"Someone will help it show itself."

The Soul-Reaper spoke with absolute certainty: "Those bastards, Chen Daoxing, will not give up at this step. They will definitely bring out the Golden Sky Lantern and enlighten this Nine Spirit Venerable."

It's rare that even a death-reaping ghost with such composure would resort to such vulgar language as "dog."

This shows just how angry the vengeful spirit was this time.

However, the method used by the vengeful spirit is extremely dangerous.

If the golden-topped sky lantern appeared like this...

That means that someone on Chen Daoxing's side must be in charge of that plan, and judging from the current situation, that person is at least close to the Dao.

It could even be another Dao Lord within the same silhouette.

A multitude of thoughts surged through the severed hand's mind.

It knew perfectly well that the method proposed by the Death-Snatcher was highly feasible, but the old madman wouldn't last long, and it couldn't defeat Chen Daoxing, let alone with another Dao Lord joining the fray.

With a long sigh, the man with the severed hand said, "Huang Er, we have no help left."

"uncertain!!!"

"And there's also the Tai Sui Cult Leader."

The brass oil lamp said resentfully, "That old bastard promised to make a move, but we haven't seen a trace of him yet. I don't believe he'll just stand by and watch Chen Huangpi die."

"But what if the Tai Sui Cult Leader is also being restrained now?"

The vengeful spirit proposed an idea.

It doesn't think the Tai Sui Cult Leader is the kind of arrogant person.

The brass oil lamp said, "Hey, it's come to this, stop saying such discouraging things. Do you think I wouldn't guess this possibility? Can't you at least give me some hope?"

"No, the situation is different."

The Ghost of Death said coldly, "I have to prepare for the worst. Huang Er, I'll ask you one question: if we're isolated and helpless, do you have any way to deal with Chen Daoxing?"

"I……"

"I can only summon my clone back to see if I can exchange my life for Chen Daoxing's."

"Ha ha……"

The vengeful spirit sneered, "If you could do it, would you have held back until now, given your personality?"

"Then what can I do?"

The brass oil lamp said with a sob, "None of you are here with me. I'm the only one who came to save Chen Huangpi. No one is helping me with any ideas, and I don't know what to do."

"Alright, I'll give you a way to deal with Chen Daoxing."

The vengeful ghost pressed its head against the cocoon and said in the most vicious tone, "Little Chenchen is in the Book of Souls. She is his only sister. According to those thieves, he feels very guilty towards Little Chenchen."

"Ah Gui, you..."

The brass oil lamp was shocked; it hadn't expected the vengeful spirit to be so vicious.

They actually want to use Xiao Chenchen as a bargaining chip.

If that were to happen, Chen Daoxing would certainly not dare to act rashly.

Of course, this was a gamble that Chen Daoxing still had a shred of humanity.

His only weakness is his sister.

"He still doesn't know that Xiao Chenchen is here with us."

"Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible for things to appear so calm and peaceful."

The vengeful ghost said, "Chen Daoxing's sister is not my sister. I have no feelings for it. Although it is despicable, I will bear the infamy. I don't care."

Although the vengeful ghost is not a good thing either.

During the prosperous era of the human world, it also slaughtered entire families of noble clans.

This was the first time the Ghost of Death had ever done something so utterly shameless.

The brass oil lamp said, "Ah Gui, let me do it. Your strength has plummeted, and you can't kill Little Chen Chen. Besides, I am extremely Yin and evil. I am the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp. I have no humanity."

"It would be best if I were the one to bear this infamy."

At this moment, it remembered that it was the inhuman Nine Netherworld Lamp.

The Deathbringer frowned and said, "Huang Er, I don't mean to kill Xiao Chenchen. The fault lies with Chen Daoxing, it has nothing to do with it. I just want to use it as a bargaining chip to keep Chen Daoxing in check."

"Besides, you can't do this, only I can do it."

“I am the spirit of the Soul-Hooking Book. My father’s bloodline contains many secret techniques.”

"I can temporarily link my life with Xiao Chenchen's."

"As long as I do not die, it will never perish."

"Nothing happened afterwards."

"But Chen Daoxing won't find out that I'll put it on the contract master as a final insurance policy."

"Okay, so you're not as shameless as I thought."

The brass oil lamp breathed a sigh of relief, though disappointed.

It's true that because of Chen Daoxing, it harbors some resentment towards Xiao Chenchen as well.

On the contrary, the vengeful ghost does maintain a little bit of a lower limit, though not much, but at least it exists.

The man with the severed hand approved the plan.

"Huang Er, how much longer will it take you to transform your junior brother into an evil being?"

"Almost there, almost there!!!"

"Faster, faster, the old madman is about to burn out."

"understood!!!"

Inside that enormous black cocoon.

The light from the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp shone on Chen Huangpi, who had degenerated into an infant.

Chen Huangpi's body had turned mostly black.

It even developed twisted patterns.

It resembles the Daoist script of Taixu, yet it is somewhat different.

Furthermore, his body was writhing incessantly, as if it were about to mutate into some terrifying form.

"Our clan, our clan!"

"If you don't wake up soon, Yi Qingzhou and his father will both die because of you."

There's nothing wrong with becoming an evil being.

"I'll change you back later."

"Can you hear me?"

……

Chen Huangpi, of course, could not hear the sound of the brass oil lamp.

Because his consciousness was in a strange state at that moment.

It felt like returning to the womb.

For him, the womb was actually the chaos that conceived him.

His consciousness was devoid of any emotion or memory; it was incredibly immature.

In a daze.

A moo suddenly rang out.

A bluish light filled the sky, illuminating Chen Huangpi's consciousness.

Before him stood a blue ox.

The ox's horns reached to the sky, its hooves struck the ground, and it had four eyes, each with a double pupil, reflecting the image of the infant before it.

Chen Huangpi stared blankly at the blue ox.

The blue ox let out a joyful moo.

“Ox, oh ox, it feels like I’m seeing you for the second time.”

Chen Huangpi asked in a hollow voice, "Where do you want me to go with you?"

The blue ox turned its head to face one direction.

"Oh, the Great Ruins World."

Chen Huangpi tilted his head and said, "I remember now. I am one-third of the Heavenly Dao of the Taixu World. Some people call me Taiyi. But you are also the Heavenly Dao of the Taixu World. Why do you need me if you already exist?"

"Moo..."

"Am I different?"

Chen Huangpi felt his mind go blank and said in confusion, "You mean, although I am 30% of the Heavenly Dao of Taixu, this part is not my main body, and I am already a living being. Then how did I become a living being?"

"Moo moo..."

"Ah, I have a master. Yes, I do have a master."

Chen Huangpi remembered something else and said somewhat unhappily, "Isn't what you're doing the same as stealing a chicken? My master raised me with great difficulty, and now you're trying to kidnap me to become Taiyi."

"Then my master's efforts were all for nothing."

“You ox, you look so honest and you’ve never lied to me, but why do you always like to do these opportunistic things?”

"Go away, and don't let me see you again, or I'll spit on you."

The ox had no choice but to reluctantly nuzzle Chen Huangpi's head, then, as if it had made a decision, gestured for him to look in another direction.

Chen Huangpi looked in that direction.

Then they saw three streaks of blue flame.

The flames leaped and changed constantly, as if they contained all the mysteries of the world.

One of the wills sighed, "Taiyi, if you want to leave, I am willing to send you away, but if you do not wish to, I will not go against your choice."

"who are you?"

"A person who cannot control their own choices, a person who still remembers their past obsessions."

"You don't need to know who I am."

"Because after this, I will be among the people you kill."

"If you show mercy because of this, it would be the greatest cruelty to me, because my obsession can only take me this far."

"Wake up, Taiichi."

"Go do what I failed to do, and do what you should do."

Among the three flames.

Chen Huangpi saw a blurry, indistinct figure that bowed to him three times.

Then, he instantly felt his body ignite.

The excruciating pain of being burned alive made him instantly clutch his head and let out a piercing roar.

The God-Slaying Curse, also known as the Fire-Worshiping Curse.

Once this incantation is uttered, the life-giving fire will never cease.

Unless the caster stops, they will be forever trapped in the agony of being consumed by this life-burning fire.

To cast this spell, one must also possess life fire.

Moreover, it has to be a case of the strong defeating the weak.

Therefore, those weaker than the spellcaster are all subject to its control. (End of Chapter)