Chapter 899 - 835: Many Make the Dao, One Walks the Path!

Snap!

That bastard Wise Old Man definitely just wants a reasonable excuse to torture him.

Han Yu came back to life with a dark expression; he had lost count of how many times he had died here.

Almost every time he just got revived, the Wise Old Man would continue to blast him to pieces, with different methods each time, and naturally, Han Yu’s manner of death was never the same.

From the beginning, he inexplicably got crushed to death by a mountain.

Or a Dharma Aspect of a towering tree suddenly appeared, and the roots directly whipped him to death, in a particularly gruesome manner.

Or somehow, Divine Fire appeared on him and burned him until not even ashes were left.

The most disgusting part was that this petty dead man actually used Han Yu’s own moves, but wielded them more skillfully than he could himself.

Han Yu’s golden petal rain, at most, was like a small shower, but in the Wise Old Man’s hands, it turned into a torrential downpour, impossible to dodge, and in an instant, Han Yu was riddled with holes, his death utterly absurd.

A hundred or so Water Dragon Vortexes acted like whips, trapping him within and beating him repeatedly, but deliberately not killing him.

It’s just for fun!

"Come on! There’s also the path of earth! Let me see it!"

Han Yu defiantly opened his mouth, and the Wise Old Man merely smiled, extending a hand and then turning it over to clasp.

And Han Yu was dumbfounded; he didn’t even know when he ended up in the hand of the path of earth.

As the Wise Old Man closed his hand, the giant palm of earth instantly closed, and then it was over.

Han Yu didn’t even have a chance to struggle before he was instantly killed.

For fuck’s sake, he knew all along that this dead man was pretending to be weak.

And thinking back to when this guy was at the earth path trial ground, he even acted like he was stripped of his powers by the Earth Spirit to deceive him.

With the Wise Old Man’s strength, not stripping him of the Earth Spirit was already considered charity; what right did the Earth Spirit have to challenge him?

After being resurrected again, Han Yu didn’t want to move anymore, looking weakly at the Wise Old Man, sighing as he spoke, "Since this is an exam, you don’t even give questions, only caring about your pleasure. Why should I play with you?"

The Wise Old Man was momentarily stunned, realizing indeed he didn’t give any questions, genuinely only enjoying himself with Han Yu.

After an awkward laugh and a dry cough, the Wise Old Man said, "The question is simple. Here, just hit me once, and you pass?"

"That’s it?"

Han Yu’s eyes lit up, eagerly asking.

Simple?

The Wise Old Man coldly laughed. Youth indeed, even dreaming in broad daylight.

After laughing, he waved his hand, this time two mountains from above and below clamped together, smashing him into a puddle...

...

Jiang Xinyuan looked at the old Taoist surprised, for no reason but that the other party’s words directly hit the crux.

Indeed, when he wanted to exert power to the fullest, he actually felt a sense of detachment.

Not knowing if it was power resisting him, or if he was resisting the power.

He even wondered if the other techniques he learned might also encounter similar situations.

Thinking this, Jiang Xinyuan’s expression suddenly became unnatural, slowly lifting his head with an incredulous look at the old Taoist.

For the other to confidently articulate the dilemma he faced, did that not mean...

The old Taoist knew about it even thousands of years ago.

"Do you know about the measuring saying of Central Continent?"

The old Taoist suddenly asked, meaningful yet mysterious.

Of course, Jiang Xinyuan didn’t know. To people like them, Central Continent was a barren land, not worth their attention.

The old Taoist, however, didn’t care about his lofty stance but instead spoke slowly.

"One cart passing is a path, multiple carts abreast is the Dao."

Path and Dao, the words are profoundly enigmatic, yet perfectly align with such saying.

This was why he once gave up easily achievable achievements, turning instead to cultivate the way of spoken power.

He even smiled malevolently, "You all cultivate the same Dao, moving side by side, but in the end, only one can pass through. What makes you think you can surpass him in any aspect?"

"Dao path... Many for Dao, one for path..."

Jiang Xinyuan murmured, repeatedly reciting this phrase, his expression changing drastically in an instant, suddenly spitting a mouthful of blood, his face drained of color.

Similarly, Di Liuxin’s expression became grim immediately.

He was unwilling to believe these words of the old Taoist.

And could not believe it.

For if it were true, would not the path of Celestial Dao Sect be truly walked alone by the teacher?

"Do not alarm people. You played yourself into ruin, what qualification do you have to comment on the Dao path?"

The old Taoist’s expression turned unprecedentedly serious. Indeed, he had paid too much for spoken power.

But this was the path he chose for himself, a path belonging to him alone.

The journey of Dao, once the move is taken, there are no regrets!

Besides, who can predict the future?

"What if one day I rise again?"

Di Liuxin’s expression changed again, as if recalling a familiar figure that oppressed them four for a thousand years.

"If you were me, what would you do?"

Jiang Xinyuan was sly here, trying to pry out the other party’s method.

Yet the old Taoist only repeated the same phrase.

"Once you take the step, do not regret."

Having chosen, you can only walk this path to the end.

It’s not that the old Taoist underestimated him; letting a Divine Dao Realm cultivator start over, seemingly no one would be willing.

Not to mention whether there is a method for a Divine Dao Realm cultivator to start over in this world.

With a sigh of helplessness, Jiang Xinyuan turned around and walked away without a word.

He had achieved what he wanted and knew the old Taoist had no solutions.

Di Liuxin hurriedly turned to follow.

After leaving Qionghua Hall, Jiang Xinyuan finally stopped, facing Di Liuxin to advise.

"Don’t leak our conversation just now."

Di Liuxin’s expression turned odd; is this to guard against the eldest and the second?

Fool.

Jiang Xinyuan suddenly somewhat agreed with the old Taoist’s assessment of him.

This isn’t about guarding those two; it’s about not letting that one know he too is questioning Celestial Dao Sect’s path!

Some things are just unfair.

What Fifth Brother can do, they may not be able to do.

Di Liuxin wasn’t too affected by the old Taoist’s words; Jiang Xinyuan laughed bitterly, thinking sometimes being foolish has its benefits.

At least this fool didn’t realize if the old Taoist’s words were true, the implications it would bring.

"I’m going for closed-door cultivation. Leave the following matters to you, do not disturb me unless it’s urgent."

Jiang Xinyuan appeared disheartened, with a face full of melancholy.

Di Liuxin’s brows slightly moved, hurriedly asking.

"What about Fifth Brother?"

What to do?

Jiang Xinyuan’s expression was complex. Kill?

As the old Taoist said, as long as that one doesn’t speak up, who really dares to lay a hand on Fifth Brother?

"You handle it yourself!"

He simply tossed the problem back to the other party, like a tough nut, whoever wants to partake, let them.

If Di Liuxin’s head got hot and he acted, all the better.

There’s someone to take the fall.

However, Di Liuxin might not be that foolish. Jiang Xinyuan didn’t express a stance, so he simply continued to leave the old Taoist hanging.

Might as well lock him up for life.

Di Liuxin thought so.

Jiang Xinyuan left dejectedly, and after re-entering Pixiang Hall, there was no more movement.

Di Liuxin waited alone, and after half a day, finally, there were responses from both halls...

...

"Why are you speechless?"

The Wise Old Man looked mockingly at Han Yu, who had lost count of how many times he had died and was now sitting on the ground.

Too difficult.

Even though the Divine Techniques were the same, in the hands of the Wise Old Man, they presented an entirely different effect compared to his own.

He might achieve the same effect as the Wise Old Man, but far from being as casual, strange, and swift as the opponent.

What the opponent wanted to guide might be about the usage of power.

It was a different concept from extremity.

"Use power as an extension of yourself, manipulating it like an arm to use it properly."

The Wise Old Man spoke again, evidently entering the real teaching phase.

Last time in the Golden Spirit trial, Han Yu had already demonstrated the extremity of power.

Subsequently, while dealing with Chang Gen and others, this extremity was further refined.

But apparently, it still wasn’t enough; now, Han Yu indeed had incredible speed, but that was his own speed.

The Divine Techniques looked dazzling but were incredibly messy.

One could say he was just tossing them around aimlessly.

"The Divine Techniques aren’t there for you to toss around; you must learn to use them correctly."