Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The Lord of the Netherworld is now in despair.

He tried many methods and used many means.

But no matter what they did, they couldn't communicate with the legendary Lord of Sumeru.

Even the Lord of the Netherworld Heavenly Dao began to doubt whether this Lord of Sumeru truly existed.

After all, He spent quite a bit of time in the Sumeru world.

But he never saw this Lord of Sumeru.

All He knew was that the Bone Lord was extremely wary of Him, or perhaps even harbored thoughts of taking His place.

They even did something to themselves.

According to the previous meaning of the Skeleton Dao Lord, the Azure Heaven Dao Lord is very likely to enter the Sumeru World again, and then trace back to the Sumeru Dao Lord through himself.

The issue is……

The Bone Dao Master is gone.

"When did this vast Sumeru world become so desolate?"

The Lord of the Netherworld wandered aimlessly through the Sumeru World, like an old man living alone.

He had neither family nor friends.

Well, I do have friends, albeit in a somewhat forced way.

The Azure Emperor and the Lord of Taixu are friends of the Lord of Youming Heaven.

However, the Azure Emperor's physical body has been refined into a killing weapon, and the Dao Lord of Taixu has now become a dazed and confused beast.

"It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous."

The Lord of the Netherworld Heavenly Dao looked desolate: "Everyone always says 'If only I had known,' but knowing only adds to the trouble. Life is like barren land that is hard to cultivate, the body is like willow catkins and the heart is like grass."

"People see me as the Lord of the Way, but I see myself as withered grass."

"I don't think I've done many bad things in my life, so how did I end up like this?"

"Sumeru Heavenly Dao! Stop arguing with that Azure Heaven Dao Lord and come back to see the current situation. Your hands and feet have been cut off one by one, what good is my crippled limb?"

Thinking back to the Xuanzhen Daoist cultivators I had met before.

Those people had hard bones and their blood was filled with murderous intent.

At that time, the Netherworld Heavenly Dao Lord only thought that they were a bunch of fools, a bunch of ignorant ants, and beings who were almost at the level of the Dao, although they could be considered the most powerful beings in a realm besides the Dao Lord.

But against the vast world of Sumeru, it's nothing more than sustenance.

And now, these very same people who were once looked down upon by the Lord of the Netherworld have somehow managed to turn the tide and save the day.

Even the Lord of the Netherworld Heavenly Dao himself knew that this group of people actually had a chance of winning.

He simply couldn't understand when exactly the cultivators of the Xuanzhen Dao Realm began their counterattack.

Is the situation starting to turn around little by little?
If the underworld of yesteryear...

Forget it, I'd better not even entertain those fantasies.

The Netherworld's foundation is too shallow; it can't produce a powerful figure like the Lord of the Azure Heaven.

Even powerful figures like the Yin Emperor, the Immortal Venerable, Emperor Chen, and the Old Madman cannot be easily created.

Not every world is like the Xuanzhen Dao Realm and the Sumeru World, which have gone through many, many eras and accumulated the potential to transform into a perfect world.

As the saying goes, the more you think, the more complicated your thoughts become; the more you try to sort them out, the more chaotic they become.

The Lord of the Netherworld was anxiously waiting.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't have any great ambitions.

It's good to be alive. Even if they are swallowed up by the Sumeru World, at least the Sumeru Heavenly Dao didn't really treat them as puppets and erase all their will.

But if the Xuanzhen Dao Realm wins now, it's obvious that, given their personalities, they'll definitely blow up the Sumeru World.

These people dare to bomb their own hometown; what else wouldn't they do?

The Lord of the Netherworld wants to do something.

But the Lord of Sumeru had no idea where He was. He tried every means to fill every corner of the Sumeru world with His voice and His will, but He received no response whatsoever.

He even considered just fighting those lunatics from the Xuanzhen Dao Realm head-on.

However, it has no physical body.

He can only leave the stage when the upheaval in heaven and earth ends.

This feeling of knowing things are getting worse and worse, slowly sliding off a cliff, yet being completely powerless to do anything about it is incredibly painful.

It was so distressing that the Lord of the Netherworld had unknowingly arrived at the entrance to the Immortal Realm from the Sumeru World.

That was the place where Chen Huangpi and the leader of the Bailingtian Cult once left.

"That madman Chen Huang is playing dirty tricks again."

The Netherworld Heavenly Dao Lord's eyes revealed endless light and shadow. Through his sub-bodies that were still wandering in the Xuanzhen Dao Realm, he was able to observe the general events that were happening in the Immortal Realm.

For example, Chen Huangyi turned into an evil being.

"Heh, who are you trying to impress by dressing up in such strange attire now? Do you really think that after dealing with cultivators from your Xuanzhen Dao Realm for so many years, I haven't made any progress at all?"

The Netherworld Heavenly Dao Lord said self-deprecatingly, "For more than ten thousand years, although the Azure Emperor, the Taixu Dao Lord, and I haven't accomplished anything, we haven't suffered any losses either. Originally, we could have continued step by step until the anomaly in the world ended."

"Who would have thought, we were one step behind!"

"Emperor Chen, I suspect that Sword King Nie is a pawn you planted in the shadows. You have been hiding many schemes for many years, just waiting to make us lower our guard so you can strike hard."

Nie Jianwang is also known as the Old Madman.

The old madman was indeed a backup plan arranged by Emperor Chen.

Back then, Emperor Chen ordered the old madman to fake his death in advance, so that he could hide in the shadows and patrol the Three Realms. In reality, he was killing those who were deeply hidden and almost reached the Dao.

Regardless of whether the other party has any compelling reasons.

In short, all those who did not participate in that great battle were potential destabilizing factors.

Emperor Chen was ruthless and could not tolerate the slightest mistake.

"With the death of the Tai Sui Cult Master, the most powerful feature of your Chaos Ship is also gone."

"Emperor Chen, how many moves do you have left?"

"If only I had a physical body now."

At this point, the Lord of the Netherworld paused for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject and said bitterly, "No, you must have many tricks up your sleeve and many plans. Even if you gave me a more powerful physical body, I would not confront you head-on."

"You people are so despicable. You are all people of importance, yet you all stoop to using such underhanded methods."

……

at the same time.

Not far from where the Lord of the Netherworld is currently located.

To be precise, it was actually about three hundred miles behind the Netherworld Heavenly Dao Lord.

There is a city there.

A city that seemed to have had its vibrant colors erased, a city shrouded in endless darkness.

There are many cultivators in this city.

However, time seemed to have been frozen for those cultivators, remaining in a fixed state.

Empty, lifeless.

There was no sign of life; that was all there was to this black city.

But today is a little different.

Because an uninvited guest has arrived in this dark city.

Chen Huangpi stood motionless among the frozen cultivators.

However, although he didn't move, the Lord of the Netherworld didn't seem to want to hide his words from outsiders. He was the only one in the Sumeru World who could speak now, so what was there to conceal?

"Huang Er, Ah Gui, what is he mumbling about?"

"It seems they've been provoked by that stubborn old mule Chen Huang, and they're engaging in a battle of wits from afar."

In the Sumeru world, the brass oil lamp speaks very bluntly; it had long been annoyed by Chen Huang's stern face.

It really proves the old saying true.

There may be names that are mispronounced, but there are absolutely no nicknames that are mistakenly used.

Emperor Chen was a stubborn mule, with a foul and unyielding temper, and he didn't even give his own family a kind look. The Soul-Reaper calmly said, "Master, if this fellow just stays outside and doesn't leave, then we'll have to stay here and watch him complain forever."

"Sigh, it's just that my uncle insisted on showing off."

Chen Huangpi sighed and said, "He insists on dealing with this scoundrel himself, which puts me in a dilemma: whether to take action or not."

Entering the Sumeru world went more smoothly than I had imagined.

Chen Huangpi practically swaggered in as a child form.

But not long after they entered, they saw the distraught Netherworld Lord of Heaven drifting over like a ghost.

Unfortunately, although Chen Huangpi can transform into offspring.

If you get caught, you really don't know how you'll get away with it.

Especially in such a perilous situation, even if the Lord of the Netherworld Heavenly Dao is completely out of his mind, he will definitely realize that something is wrong.

Fortunately, there is a dead city here.

Chen Huangpi, quick-witted as ever, managed to sneak in.

The Lord of the Netherworld flew by in the sky without even glancing down.

It has to be said that this was quite unexpected for Chen Huangpi.

Last time, Chen Huangpi only glanced at the Black City from afar, and at that time he was only accompanied by the leader of the Bailing Heaven Sect, and he was in the process of escaping, so he did not take a close look at it.

Now that I'm in the city, the more I look, the stranger it seems.

"Huang Er, A Gui, don't you two think this city looks familiar?"

Although Chen Huangpi is currently motionless, at his level, he can know everything around him even with his eyes closed: the broken restaurant, the vast ruins, and some cultivators who, although dead, look extremely powerful.

Even if everything is black.

Chen Huangpi also felt as if he had seen it somewhere before.

However, something unexpected happened to him.

The brass oil lamp asked in astonishment, "What city? What looks familiar? Clan member, what are you talking about?"

"what?"

Chen Huangpi was stunned: "This is the city we live in. Don't you think it looks familiar?"

"Master, where is this city?"

The ghostly voice was filled with doubt: "Isn't this just an empty field?"

For a moment, Chen Huangpi fell silent.

It seems that only I can see this city.

Neither the ghost nor the brass oil lamp could be seen.

Then I remembered the last time I came in.

No wonder the leader of the Bailing Heaven Cult seemed completely unconcerned when he flew over this place.

At the time, I thought He was used to this place.

Now it seems that even the leader of the Bailingtian Cult may not be able to see it.

If I had asked that question last time, I probably would have realized something was wrong then, instead of only finding out by accident now.

"Well, it seems I'm the only one who can see this city."

Chen Huangpi said helplessly, "But Ah Gui, Huang Er, aren't you two afraid of me standing here motionless while those swift birds fly overhead?"

Aren't you two surprised that I'm standing here?

"Ah this..."

The brass oil lamp said, "Family member, haven't you always boasted that you could easily kill Him? I'm wondering what amazing methods you have to make Him unable to see us."

The Soul Reaper said in a low voice, "To be honest, given your personality, Master, the fact that you didn't disguise yourself as the Skeleton Dao Master to chat with that guy makes me think you're very composed."

Heaven knows what stupid things Chen Huangpi did before; it's not exactly outrageous.

But it was to the point that even the abbot would want to punch someone if he heard it.

This time, it stood motionless on the ground, and even the shape of its offspring remained unchanged, looking very confident. Anyone who thought about it would believe that it must be certain that it dared to do this.

According to Chen Huangpi's explanation...

So he just saw a city here and pretended to be dead.

The key point is that it seems only he can see this city.

"Then what's there to be afraid of!"

The brass oil lamp roared in his mind: "Since only Chen Huangpi can see this city, then we can walk sideways here, and even the Lord of the Netherworld can't see us."

"Huang Er, I advise you to be more cautious."

The Soul Reaper calmly said, "Only the Contract Master can see this city, so even the Netherworld Heavenly Dao Lord cannot see him within it. But if you leave the Contract Master, that may not be the case."

After all, in the eyes of the vengeful spirit, this area is a desolate wasteland.

The reason it hasn't been discovered yet is...

I reckon it's because they're too close to Chen Huangpi. If they were a little further away, and not hidden by that invisible city, the problem would be much more troublesome.

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp immediately wilted.

However, it was also curious: "Family member, you said this city looked a bit familiar? And only you can see this city, so why don't you describe what it looks like to us?"

It grew up alongside Chenhuangpi.

We may not spend every day of our lives together, but the number of times we're apart can be counted on one hand—it's just a few times.

In other words.

If Chen Huangpi finds this city familiar, then it will definitely find it familiar as well.

Chen Huangpi frowned and then transmitted what he saw to the brass oil lamp and the ghost of death.

But it still didn't work.

The brass oil lamp and the ghostly figure could not see a single brick or tile of that city.

It's as if the city has been imbued with some kind of terrifying concept, and no one can see it in any way.

There is really no way.

Chen Huangpi could only describe it in his mind little by little.

"It's not the City of the Wrongfully Dead."

The Soul-Reaping Ghost first denied the existence of those things in the Yellow Springs Underworld: "It is not the Palace of Reincarnation of the Underworld Emperor. According to the Master, this place should be built in the style of human architecture."

The brass oil lamp said in bewilderment, "That's not the imperial palace of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, nor is it any of the places we've been to before, but why do I feel a sense of déjà vu when I hear Chen Huangpi say this?"

"Actually, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

The Soul-Reaping Ghost said in a deep voice, "If the three of us—Master, Huang Er, and myself—feel familiar with each other, then the scope of consideration is actually very small. Sending out of the Immortal Realm and the Great Qian Dynasty is actually only to the mortal realm."

“We have been to the Western Buddhist Kingdom and the Nine Seas in the human world, but those places are not quite the same as what the master described.”

"It can't be that eerie market we went to before, can it?"

"But I haven't seen anything strange in this city."

Chen Huangpi said suspiciously, "Moreover, I saw many cultivators in this city, including some who were close to the Dao, but I have never seen such beings before or now."

"This is really strange. Which city is this?"

“I’ve destroyed so many cities, but none of them look like this place.”

"Are there any similar cities among those you haven't destroyed?"

"A city that has never been destroyed?"

Chen Huangpi thought for a moment, and realized that he had practically plowed through the entire Kangdu region from top to bottom in the human world.

At that time, all the cities were controlled by powerful families and the Emperor of Da Kang.

In other words, he actually destroyed all the cities.

If we're talking about the only one that wasn't wiped out.

That seems to be the only option...

Xuzhou City... (End of Chapter)