Mythology

Chapter 282 Three Thousand Years of Lifespan

In the endless darkness, a series of footsteps echoed.

The figure limped deeper into the area.

After an unknown amount of time, the figure stopped at the end.

Jingle bells jingle bells.

A piercing sound tore through the silence, and dozens of exposed wires shot out like living things, with blue and white sparks jumping wildly.

By the light, a breathtakingly enormous object came into view.

It was a deformed sarcoma nearly ten meters in diameter, with tens of thousands of purplish-black blood vessels wriggling on its surface, like an extremely complex neural network covering the entire surface.

The most bizarre thing is that beneath the translucent surface, five-colored light pulsates rhythmically, as if it is nurturing some kind of existence.

"Father, it's all our fault for being useless; we couldn't save your true form."

Yang Jiulang murmured through the wire, "Brother, don't blame yourself. Father is all-powerful; he should be able to escape unscathed."

"kindness."

Yang Dalang nodded without speaking, his aura turning cold.

"Ninth Brother, we don't have much time left. We must use everything we can to get our brothers and sisters to devour the Ten Heavenly Lords!"

"Brother, I've contacted all the Yang family members, and I also have a ghost tamer searching for the location of the remnant souls of the Ten Heavenly Kings. It should take at most fifteen days..."

"Fifteen days is too long!!!"

Yang Dalang's voice turned shrill, his words leaving no room for doubt: "We are nothing but mayflies, living only a day and dying in a day. If we want to see Father again, we must seize the opportunity of the Ten Heavenly Kings!"

His breathing was heavy. Even though he was born into the false Ten Deadly Formations, he could still deduce the truth based on the information provided by the Chan and Jie sects.

The world is so wonderful, how can we become frogs that die at the bottom of a well?

"Three days! I will only give you three days to let each of my brothers and sisters anchor themselves to a Heavenly Lord, and then I will choose the appropriate time."

"yes, Sir."

Yang Dalang said softly, "I will find my lazy second brother who is hiding, and I will try my best to prevent them from affecting the subway station."

"The whole family must be together. Don't let me down, and don't let your father down."

After Yang Dalang finished speaking, he returned the way he came, and the power line retracted underground.

.........

The flesh-and-blood subway continued its rapid journey, stopping at fixed times according to the rules of the Ten Deadly Formations.

At each station, there were cultivators from the Chan Sect coming and going. Even though the danger within the formation was increasing, outer disciples could only take risks if they wanted to advance further.

The flesh-and-blood subway train arrived at its thirty-sixth carriage without the passengers even realizing it.

at the same time.

The sixth expansion has quietly begun.

The city's population has not increased. On the nineteenth day since the Ten Deadly Formations were created, the sun has not risen from the east again.

While the demon tamer was still envisioning how to save this doomed city.

Little did they know, despair would not give them a moment's respite.

The Ten Deadly Formations fell into... eternal night, and the Yin energy reached its highest point in history.

Yang He stood by the window of the carriage, watching the light at the top of the steps disappear completely, and could vaguely hear screams rising and falling.

Humans cannot tolerate darkness, even when there are lights illuminating the streets and alleys.

But the situation will only get worse.

Yang He could already feel the resentment that seemed almost tangible; it wouldn't be long before a continuous stream of evil spirits would be spawned from among the corpses.

"hehe."

He smiled helplessly, his spiritual vision growing at an incredibly exaggerated rate.

[Spiritual Vision: 16.8]

The only good news is Yang Shou, because the ghost realm of the ten sons of the Yang family can eliminate most evil spirits, which is a great merit.

The total lifespan of the Immaculate Buddha soon exceeded one thousand years.

However, it is estimated that it will take two thousand years of lifespan to advance to the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

Yang He discovered that what the Daoist Ran Deng said was indeed true; the Immaculate Ghost Body had a great flaw, and it became more and more unstable the closer one got to becoming an immortal.

Specifically, this manifests as flesh and bones transforming into ghosts. "Hehe, one of the Taoist priests who lit the lamp didn't take that into account. The Immaculate Ghost Buddha is just an incarnation of mine, so there's no need to consider the drawbacks at all."

Yang He squinted; the carriage was filled with demons and monsters.

Dozens of little devils scurried and jumped among the furniture, and if they disturbed Yang He in the slightest, a beast head would emerge from between his eyebrows and swallow them whole.

"Since Daoist Ran Deng believes that I must cultivate wisdom to become an immortal, I will force myself to reach this level by relying on my lifespan."

Bang bang bang.

The flesh-and-blood subway experienced a slight vibration.

It wasn't an accident; there were simply two or three hundred corpses piled up on the tracks.

Yang He remained silent as the flesh-and-blood subway slowly pulled into the station, with thousands of corpses piled up like mountains, a truly horrifying scene.

"How long has it been since the sixth expansion? Half a day?"

With a thought, the Grass-Headed God retrieved the newspaper that had been scattered on the railway tracks.

The newspaper headlines were shocking.

'Eternal Night? The suicide rate in Ten Deadly Cities has risen dramatically!'

"A hundred people have agreed to jump from the roof of a department store."

'A thousand ghosts roam the night; social order has collapsed.'

Yang He shook his head. Every three days is a cycle. In less than twenty days, the barren streets have developed into a city with millions of people, and in just over ten days, it will be completely reduced to ruins.

He communicated with the flesh and blood subway, allowing the Chan Sect monks to collect corpses for him.

Although most of the corpses become food for evil spirits, a large number of heads can still be obtained, laying the foundation for the Treasure Bone Tomb to be upgraded to a supreme treasure.

Roar! ! !
When Yang He came to his senses, the corpse on the platform had already given rise to evil spirits.

Hordes of murderous demons rushed toward the flesh-and-blood subway.

Yang Jian and his men set up a defensive line to deal with the situation, and fierce fighting ensued.

Yang He opened his mouth and spat out the Serpent God, one of the Seven Soul Gods. Then, the serpent's flesh, scales, and armor peeled away, leaving only its spine to merge with the flesh and iron.

The potent snake venom repels evil spirits, and cultivators need not worry about being poisoned.

Yang He's attention, however, was focused on his spiritual vision. The spiritual vision fluctuated, which indirectly indicated that the immortals of the Chan and Jie sects had already engaged in a fierce battle.

"Zhao Gongming must be dead for good, right?"

"With the death of the eldest disciple of the Jie Sect, the Ten Deadly Formations can no longer trap the Twelve Golden Immortals."

Yang He felt like he was witnessing history, even though he couldn't see how Zhao Gongming died.

He continued to comprehend the changes in the state of the union of the Immaculate Ghost and Buddha.

Three days later.

The ten sons of the Yang family once again devoured the remnant souls of the Ten Heavenly Lords, and the Ten Absolute Formation underwent its seventh expansion, updating to the 'Extreme Cold' version.

Temperatures dropped below zero, leaving no way for ordinary people to survive.

The Chan Sect cultivators no longer venture out, and now, whenever the flesh-and-blood subway stops at a station, it is besieged by countless evil spirits.

The lifespan accumulated by the Immaculate Buddha finally reached two thousand years.

It has lasted for about three thousand years in total.

While lifespan may seem long, in the world of classical Chinese literature, it is actually quite short.

It's worth noting that in Journey to the West, the ginseng fruit from Wuzhuang Temple alone could extend one's lifespan by 47,000 years, not to mention the peaches of immortality that the Queen Mother of the West had all over the mountains and fields.

Yang He unhesitatingly devoted his lifespan to the Three Souls and Seven Spirits Transformation Scripture.

The chanting of hymns praising the goddess Nuwa echoed in his ears, and every muscle, every bone, and every drop of blood was devouring the yin energy.

Yang He tried his best to maintain the balance, but it was still falling apart.

"Well."

I looked up at the top of the carriage.

Through the subway tunnel, my divine sense saw a city ravaged by war.

And the ethereal light of immortals chasing each other in the clouds.

(End of this chapter)