Chapter 940 876: Han Yu Dies Again and Again

Rather than saying Han Yu was responding, it's more like Ping was up to something again.

As that finger was about to probe into Han Yu's forehead, the face of the First Hall turned extremely dark, just feeling as though he was probing into a lifeless body.

There was nothing else there but a cold air.

Indeed, reality couldn't allow him to uncover anything because the moment Han Yu's face stiffened, he was completely devoid of breath.

When the First Hall withdrew his finger, grinding his teeth, Han Yu collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Son of a bitch..."

Not sure who he was cursing, but the First Hall's chest was heaving, clearly enraged.

Han Yu's current state could be said to be thoroughly dead, not only was he devoid of breath, even the vitality within his body had quietly vanished.

Not to mention his Sea of Consciousness; now it seemed annihilated, making investigation impossible.

Looking at the corpse at his feet, anger surged in the First Hall's eyes, even contemplating setting it ablaze with a fire.

But nonetheless, he sighed helplessly.

"You're here, bro!"

When Han Yu was dazed for a moment, he heard this sentence a second time, and his face turned dark.

He then looked up at the curb at the village entrance, where Bai was still sitting there with an idle look.

"Did that son of a bitch kill me?"

Han Yu's complexion turned grim, he just remembered the First Hall made a move against him.

"Technically, it was you who killed yourself."

Bai said with a teasing smile.

Myself?

Han Yu froze for a moment and then understood, if it wasn't the First Hall who acted, then he mostly knew who it was.

Stupid Ping, actually killed me once again.

Feeling furious, Han Yu's heart was somewhat anxious.

Ping could make him die so easily, like something buried inside him.

Could it be he has become a puppet?

This is not the first time this happened, the last time, when his body ascended to the divine platform, it was the same, killing him over a disagreement.

"Are you in cahoots?"

Han Yu glared directly and angrily at Bai, thinking them not in cahoots was simply unbelievable.

How could it be such a coincidence, Ping killing him on one end, and Bai was already waiting for him on the other.

"No, we are in cahoots."

Bai corrected Han Yu's choice of words, speaking earnestly.

Han Yu's face turned pitch black, who the hell is in cahoots with you lot, always taking lives so easily.

He minded greatly this situation where life and death were out of control, especially when his life was so easily manipulated.

Indeed, he was somewhat apprehensive of Ping.

Before, when he was weak, it was one thing, now although he might not be a match for those old monsters, he's without doubt a powerful figure.

Nonetheless, Ping could still kill him silently.

"Don't misunderstand, you are being observed, this is to protect your life."

Bai sighed slowly.

"Who the hell protects my life by killing me first?"

Han Yu was furious and shouted loudly.

"You can still resurrect, as long as you exit the Soul Realm and return to your body."

Bai explained helplessly.

Han Yu interrupted him with a cold laugh, "If one day, you prevent me from exiting the Soul Realm, doesn't that mean I'm truly dead?"

Bai's expression turned strange, not answering for some time.

Han Yu couldn't help but take a deep breath, immensely shocked.

"You bunch of bastards aren't really planning something like that, are you?"

Bai was silent for a moment, finally unable to resist rolling his eyes at him.

"You have too much inner drama."

"Then you try being killed anytime, see if you don't have a lot of inner drama."

Han Yu replied coldly with a smile.

The atmosphere between them plummeted directly to freezing point; with other methods Han Yu might not have been that repulsed, but Ping's actions ultimately crossed the line.

Being able to control his life and death at any moment, who would feel comfortable with that?

"So, I truly am a pawn of the Heavenly Dao, right?"

That was the only way Han Yu could understand it.

"You're not a pawn."

Bai's expression turned complex, heaving a sigh.

Han Yu found it difficult to believe him at all, as long as Ping was in his body, didn't that mean he could directly control his life and death?

What was the difference between this and a puppet?

This was truly laid out in his body, and the kind he couldn't refuse.

Even now, he couldn't remove Ping from the Sea of Consciousness.

That thing rooted deeply in his Sea of Consciousness.

Bai shook his head, his expression unprecedentedly solemn, he spoke emphatically.

"You're not a pawn, you're a masterpiece, a masterpiece of the Heavenly Dao."

This should be the first time someone straightforwardly confirmed his belonging to the Heavenly Dao.

No matter how others speculated, ultimately it was only speculation.

But Bai was different, despite his foggy demeanor, he came from the Soul Realm, seeming to have some connection with the Heavenly Dao.

His words carried different weight, had Bai not admitted it verbally, Han Yu would have doubted if he was the Heavenly Dao himself.

But even if he's not the Heavenly Dao, he evidently had an extremely important connection to it.

Masterpiece, damn masterpiece.

"Your physical form, your Divine Techniques, each is the most perfect creation of the Heavenly Dao."

The wise elder continued to speak.

"Your path is an entirely new path, a path never seen before in the Central Continent. You are the only one who can walk this path, would you not call yourself a masterpiece?"

Yet Han Yu paid no heed to these words, his gaze rather grew colder.

"I care not about paths or whatnot, nor do I wish to be a puppet, let alone be manipulated by you."

"When have I ever manipulated you?"

The wise elder frowned, questioning him back.

"When my life is not in my own hands, that's called manipulation."

Han Yu spoke each word with emphasis.

It was indeed a deadlock, an unsolvable deadlock.

The wise elder sighed deeply, as if realizing words were futile.

Suddenly, a murderous intent surged forth, terrifying Han Yu beyond measure.

In the eyes of the wise elder was an indescribable coldness, "Then you might as well truly die!"

An aura condensed like a rope, tightly binding him, and with one pointed finger from the elder, an overwhelming killing intent engulfed everything within…

The turbulent waves crash against the shore!

Above the Yama Hall, there was also a river, yet it was merely an ordinary river, seemingly upheld by some grand power, like the other buildings around, standing aloof in emptiness.

Surrounding it were the ten great Dao Palaces.

The palaces were opulent, yet exceptionally desolate.

The First Hall, with a cold expression, walked briskly past the outer areas of each Dao Palace, stopping at the river, stepping onto it as if on a pilgrimage, one step at a time.

Strangely, this river appeared small, but the First Hall had walked for nearly a two-hour, yet still remained in the same place.

Suddenly a mystical force wrapped around it, and in the blink of an eye, the figure of the First Hall vanished.

Upon the next glance, all around was birdsong and fragrant flowers, with majestic peaks and moving clouds.

The First Hall carefully bowed, paying his respects.

In the void, a voice slowly spread out.

"How is it?"

"Returned empty-handed…"

The First Hall looked resigned, not only empty-handed, but feeling quite at a disadvantage.

The Qi Fortune was given, yet nothing was discovered.

"Should we kill him?"

That's what he thought, after all, he couldn't let Han Yu take advantage for nothing.

"Looks like the Heavenly Dao has grown wise, knowing to keep a hand."

In the void, the voice was unhurried, not stirred in the slightest.

"No need to kill, aren't you planning to let him stir up trouble, then let him stir it up and see how the Celestial Dao Sect responds."

The First Hall's expression was conflicted, all previous propositions ultimately had to be initiated under clear understanding of Han Yu, yet nothing had even been scratched, something felt off.

"Master, will leaving him be hinder subsequent events?"

This was truly the First Hall's greatest concern.

Yet the voice remained light and unhurried, even with a tinge of amusement.

"If he can hinder us, then surely he can hinder them as well."

The First Hall was clearly taken aback, seemingly grasping part of the intention.

"This knife, while the Heavenly Dao can use it, others can use it too, it's all in how it's used."

The First Hall nodded silently, then continued with his questions.

"Are we really going to supply the entire small world's power to the Saint Artifact? Such—"

If taken to such an extent, the small world within the Yama Hall would essentially be abandoned.

It would degrade from a sacred place of cultivation to a barren land.

"This place is ultimately too small."

The voice responded only with those words.

But the First Hall now understood, there was no room left for turning back in this matter.

"How should we deal with that brat?"

Thinking about Han Yu's disregard for others' feelings, the First Hall remained vexed.

The damned brat, speaking of death so easily.

Showing no consideration for others.

"Just discard him!"

...

Buzzing~

A humming sound erupted, with air waves billowing all around, nearly flipping the entire small village over.

Han Yu's heart trembled; the old ghost truly wanted to kill him, without holding back in the least.

What surprised him more was that in front of him, an invisible wall had abruptly stopped the opponent.

No, it wasn't a wall.

He was shocked to find that he seemed to be inside something.

Looking around, he was surrounded by walls resembling glazed surfaces.

The Glazed Bottle!

It was the bottle that had saved him.

Han Yu couldn't help but be slightly dumbfounded; was this his first time seeing it again since he had offended it!

Thinking back to when he first acquired it, he chopped it with a blade and burned it, even threw it off a cliff, forcing the bottle to enter his body.

And now had this guy finally decided to come out?

Han Yu felt a surge of joy, now that it was out, good!

Since you're out, don't even think about going back in.

But before he could celebrate, he was suddenly disoriented as the world spun around him…