Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 192: The Physical Body as a Scabbard, Entrusting the Dao within the Sword

Evil-Suppressing Village.

Inside the ancestral hall.

The air was filled with a decaying scent, and the gloomy lamplight flickered unsteadily in the darkness.

Looking from the outside, this ancestral hall solely had two stories.

But upon entering inside, one would discover the space within this ancestral hall was actually boundlessly vast.

The first floor of the ancestral hall was approximately a hundred zhang tall.

Looking left and right, everywhere were individual partitioned, doorless shrines.

The shrines were chiseled from a single complete block of stone.

Within each shrine, an incomparably tall and giant divine statue was enshrined.

At the foot of every divine statue, a bronze oil lamp was placed.Those divine statues completely lacked the slightest bit of vitality.

Furthermore, there was no aura of incense swirling around them, as if they had long been dead for an extended period.

Calling it an ancestral hall, in reality, it looked more like a divine temple.

"Exactly how many times has this old man been here?"

In the darkness, within the body of a divine statue, Tai Yizi's complexion was deathly pale. His right arm was severed from halfway across the forearm. Although the bleeding had currently stopped, it had not grown back.

Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, Tribulation Crossing, Void Return, Union with the Dao, Ascension.

This was the boundary demarcation of cultivation before the Heaven and Earth Mutation.

And further upwards, was becoming an Immortal.

There are many methods to become an Immortal.

Cultivating as a Ghost Immortal, Earth Immortal, Scattered Immortal, Corpse-Liberation Immortal...

Further upwards, was the True Immortal.

Tai Yizi followed the path of the Grand Sui Cult's Weapon-Liberation Immortal. Although he had not become a True Immortal, and his cultivation had also fallen to the Soul Formation realm, in essence he was still an Immortal. It was merely that this Immortal's magic power had been forcibly depleted and consumed over the span of more than ten thousand years, resulting in this decline.

His physical body, and his divine soul, were both Immortals.

Presently, with one of his arms severed, wanting to recover perfectly, the magic power within his body was fundamentally insufficient to support it, therefore he could only maintain this down-and-out posture.

But none of this mattered to Tai Yizi anymore.

What mattered was, ever since Tai Yizi entered this ancestral hall, he felt the time he had been devoured of was even more than he had imagined.

Because within the body of this divine statue.

Tai Yizi saw rows of small characters.

The time these characters existed varied. Some had long since blurred and become indiscernible, some were broken and incomplete, only allowing him to faintly recognize a few familiar words, while the most recent row of characters seemed to have been left behind just a few years ago.

Tai Yizi raised his parched and skinny left hand, stroking those familiar small characters, his expression becoming increasingly distressed.

"This old man forgot again, therefore this old man came again."

"True Realm and False Realm, both are the Dantian Sea of Qi. The distinction between the two realms is nothing more than the Old Heaven and the New Heaven."

"Do not bite the hook, there is an almighty existence fishing on the shore..."

The only text he could still discern clearly were just these three sentences.

In reality, these three sentences weren't complete either.

It seemed exactly as if they were written under different circumstances.

Tai Yizi knew these words were all written by himself, only written during different time periods, and those time periods had all been devoured by the ghost thing within this ancestral hall. Therefore, he didn't know exactly what he had encountered during those time periods he lost.

"This old man seems to have gone out before..."

Tai Yizi muttered: "Only, this old man returned here again. Why did this old man do this? Could it be that the outside world no longer possesses a place for a cultivator like this old man to stand out?"

"Or perhaps, this old man lost too much time, and has long been trapped to death in this place, unceasingly cycling here indefinitely."

Time isn't just a measure of hours.

Any cultivator that has become an Immortal, would see the secrets of heaven and earth at the exact moment of becoming an Immortal.

That was the Heaven Dao's most merciful and generous gift to cultivators.

When Tai Yizi became an Immortal, he saw numerous rules of Heaven and Earth's operations.

He also saw himself situated within time.

He was a bug ceaselessly extending forward, with the past, present, and future as its torso.

The past was like viewing the lines on one's palm; the present was indeterminably shifting; the future was entirely a blur.

Only Near-Dao existences could see the grand trend of the future.

And only a Dao Lord who had achieved Union with the Dao could gather the past, future, and present into a single line, which is to say, proving it once is eternal proof.

Tai Yizi didn't know exactly what portions of time he had lost.

So much so that he was already unable to ascertain whether his current self truly belonged to the present time.

"Sigh..."

Tai Yizi sighed, using fresh blood to write down a line of characters inside this divine statue.

"This old man is Tai Yizi, one of the Five Elders of the Grand Sui Cult."

"This old man can no longer find the path to return."

"But this old man has not forgotten the Grand Sui Cult. This old man gave the opportunity to get out to that Yellow Skinned kid. If one day he brings people of the Grand Sui Cult here looking for this old man, remember, you must swiftly retreat. This place is treacherous, you cannot stay for long."

When Chen Huangpi and Tai Yizi signed on the Soul-Hooking Register, the name written was Yellow Skinned kid.

Tai Yizi, Yellow Pizi [Yellow Skinned kid].

Chen Huangpi purely felt having the character 'zi' in the name was fun to say.

And he had also explained to Tai Yizi that his real name was Chen Huangpi.

But Tai Yizi felt calling him Yellow Skinned kid rolled off the tongue smoother.

"The bronze oil lamp has already been given to that kid."

Tai Yizi said with a complex tone: "He has evil anomalies in his hands. Thinking about it, he should have already jumped into the True Realm by now. This old man hasn't returned to the Grand Sui Cult for over ten thousand years, the people in the Cult probably think this old man is dead."

"However, one Tai Yizi died, but one Yellow Skinned kid lived. Calculating it this way, it's not a loss."

"That boy's talent is not bad, stronger than this old man's."

"In this way, this old man has no more concerns, and can properly investigate exactly what is going on with this ghost ancestral hall."

Speaking to this point, the expression in Tai Yizi's eyes became resolute.

His originally hunched back also straightened, emitting popping sounds.

"Taiyi's Sword!!!"

Tai Yizi shouted softly: "If not now, when!"

As the voice fell, a faint sword hum rang out from within Tai Yizi's head.

Following closely, a sword hilt slowly drilled out from the top of his head.

Crack...

Crack...

Becoming an Immortal via Weapon-Liberation methods also possessed many different forms.

Tai Yizi, as a person of the Grand Sui Cult, naturally chose Sword-Liberation.

The physical body as a scabbard, entrusting the Dao within the sword.

After this sword was unsheathed.

Tai Yizi's murky eyes flickered with sharp sword light.

He held the sword in his left hand, and wiped the sword blade with his right hand. That rust-mottled sword blade became incredibly radiant.

The tattered clothing surrounding his body also transformed into a blue-black Daoist robe.

"Dao Lord! This poor Daoist is Taiyi. Right now, it hasn't been eighteen thousand years yet, so you shouldn't have achieved Union with the Dao. I wonder if you can hear this poor Daoist's mutterings."

"The person this poor Daoist revered the most in his entire life is you."

"Right now, this poor Daoist has been swallowed into the belly of this divine statue, and has already lost the opportunity to get out. This poor Daoist is wearing a Daoist robe imitating yours, holding a dharma sword imitating yours, wishing to perform the deeds of Slaying Demons and Executing Evil. I wonder if it will add three points of might?"

Speaking to this point, Tai Yizi suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"This poor Daoist is also an Immortal!"

"The Immortals of the Grand Sui Cult, are born to Slay Demons and Execute Evil!"

As his voice fell, Tai Yizi suddenly erupted holding his sword, killing his way upwards.

Trapped within the body of that divine statue, although it wasn't as if he entirely lacked any opportunity to escape.

But after seeing those texts.

Tai Yizi suddenly lost the desire to go out.

The most important point was, Chen Huangpi was able to get out, carrying a certain expectation or entrustment of his out.

This was already enough.

"Kill!!!!"

That dharma sword in Tai Yizi's hand erupted with sharp sword hums.

Incomparably dense blood qi seeped out from that sword blade.

This was Tai Yizi's sole remaining method as an Immortal.

Fifteen minutes later.

Aside from his physical body and divine soul, Tai Yizi no longer possessed any difference from a Soul Formation cultivator.

And a Soul Formation cultivator, in the world after the Heaven and Earth Mutation, was merely comparable to a Disaster.

That divine statue that swallowed Tai Yizi into its belly seemingly also sensed danger.

Only, before that divine statue could do anything.

A streak of bloody sword light pierced through this divine statue's head.

Within Tai Yizi's eyes, it was as if torches were burning.

The blue-black Daoist robe surrounding his body fluttered without wind.

Furthermore, a sky-piercing malicious aura crazily spread out into his surroundings.

"I View My Sword as I View Myself!"

Tai Yizi shouted loudly, his body merging with the dharma sword, killing his way towards the deepest parts of the ancestral hall.

What he wanted to slay weren't these divine statues.

These divine statues were all dead objects, solely affected because this ancestral hall was bizarre.

What he wanted to slay was that little girl within this ancestral hall.

Which is to say, that fish bait.

But right at this moment.

The space in front of Tai Yizi suddenly twisted continuously.

Following closely, an incredibly terrifying figure, covered entirely in cracks like a mud sculpture, appeared before Tai Yizi.

That mud-sculpted figure wore a black rain cape-like object over its shoulders.

Hung at its waist were two miniature temples.

The two temples, one black, one green, emanated thick ominous auras.

"What a fierce evil anomaly!"

Tai Yizi said coldly: "A pity you encountered this old man. Today this old man holds his sword to execute evil, not resting until I slaughter cleanly!"

"I possess Three Ultimates!"

"First is Slaying Demons, Second is Executing Evil, Third is Breaking Malice!"

The dharma sword in Tai Yizi's hand slashed consecutively three times.

With every slash, a ripple surfaced within the void.

This was the Grand Sui Cult's Three Ultimates Sword Array.

Also one of the most foundational, absolute core sword arrays.

After Tai Yizi slashed out the Grand Sui Three Absolutes Sword Array, three sword hums rang out around that mud-sculpted figure.

Following closely, three turned into six.

"Six Sovereigns!"

Tai Yizi shouted angrily: "Eight Extremities Yin and Yang, Ten-Direction Life and Death Killing Array."

In an instant, that Grand Sui Three Absolutes Sword Array produced endless variations.

One sword array nested within another sword array.

In just a moment's effort.

The space surrounding that mud-sculpted figure was distorted by the pulling of the sword arrays.

Streaks of sword qi killed their way towards that mud-sculpted figure.

Chen Huangpi only felt as if the entire world was targeting him.

Every blade of grass, every tree, even a rock, the very air breathed by his mouth and nose concealed murderous intent.

The sharp sword qi was formless and immaterial.

He wanted to walk forward, but taking a step out clearly meant stepping backward.

Furthermore, streaks of colorful sword qi were slashing towards him.

Those sword qi were mingled with a certain power Chen Huangpi couldn't understand.

Just being contaminated by it, Chen Huangpi felt his will suffering an incredibly terrifying impact; that was the will of a sword.

Or rather, the will of Tai Yizi.

Slay Demons and Execute Evil!

Chen Huangpi had now stepped into the True Realm, therefore in Tai Yizi's eyes, he was an evil anomaly.

No matter what he said, in Tai Yizi's ears it was merely an evil anomaly roaring.

But if he didn't do something.

Chen Huangpi genuinely felt that if he didn't fight desperately against Tai Yizi, he would probably genuinely perish at his hands.

Because Tai Yizi fundamentally didn't stop, and was still setting up a certain sword array.

Before that sword array was even successfully set up.

Chen Huangpi already had the illusion that he was about to be cleaved apart.

"I must let Tai Yizi know that I am me."

Chen Huangpi closed his eyes, the sword arrays Tai Yizi previously executed flashing past his mind.

Then, he fiercely slapped the Soul-Hooking Register.

The Void-Piercing Sword instantly fell into his hand.

"Slaying Demons! Executing Evil! Breaking Malice!"

"Grand Sui Three Absolutes Sword Array!"