Mythology

Chapter 286 A Longing Spanning Three Thousand Years
After much deliberation, Yang He contacted the garrison commander with whom he had met in the valley.

Yi Qidong was a subordinate I wanted to develop, but I hadn't had much contact with him before because I didn't have an absolute advantage in strength.

The time is almost ripe.

Yang He activated the Pupil Demon, and his consciousness traversed mountains and lakes.

He seemed to possess Yi Qidong, witnessing another person's perspective out of thin air, sharing the latter's five senses, and even being able to interfere.

Yi Qidong led a dozen or so people through the desolate mountains and wilderness.

A field of fallen trees was visible, and a trail seven or eight meters long stretched for miles, clearly indicating that a giant snake had passed through this area.

"Lord Yi, is it because the Nuwa Festival is approaching? Recently, many snake demons have mistakenly entered the mortal world, and some of them are murderers."

"Indeed, who knows what trouble may ensue in the next ten days."

"Pause!"

Yi Qidong solemnly signaled the cultivators to stop. The traces left by the snake demon had disappeared, leaving only a deep and boundless pit.

"Just in case, Min-soo, inform the Grand Commander of the situation..."

Before he could finish speaking, a rustling sound suddenly broke out.

Suddenly, the vegetation twisted and deformed, and dense snake scales emerged from the peeling bark. Then, the ground began to undulate, and the soil hissed.

"It's the Ghost Realm!"

Yi Qidong shouted sharply, and the sword-shaped yin weapon at his waist was already unsheathed.

Before he could react, countless snake heads stretched for hundreds of meters, directly coiling around the ankles of the cultivators, their venom turning their faces blue and purple.

"Lord Yi, the snake demon is deep underground, ignore us!"

suddenly.

Min Xiu noticed that Yi Qidong had opened a third eye between his eyebrows, its pupils radiating light, and the snake venom in his field of vision had completely evaporated.

Ahhh! ! !
After the piercing screech, the ghost realm came to an abrupt end.

The toxins within the cultivators no longer threatened their bodies and souls. They looked at Yi Qidong with awe, for the strength of the Suppressor was simply unfathomable.

Yi Qidong's face was stiff, and his mouth was slightly open but he did not speak.

He knew that the supernatural power came from that ancient immortal, but he didn't expect that the other party was still paying attention to him. Could it be that the other party had other intentions?
Amidst his nervousness, Yi Qidong couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in his heart.

The Nuwa Festival was completely unorganized.

However, the court was already in a state of panic, with many garrison commanders feeling that this was a sign of impending disaster, as the goddess Nuwa, who is said to have created humans from clay, was about to be resurrected according to historical records.

If the ancient immortals were willing to stand on the side of the Grand Minister's court, could they have prevented the disaster?

Or even just a few words about the sage's resurrection would be helpful.

While Yi Qidong was still in a daze, a deep voice echoed in his mind, "Yi Qidong, it's been a long time. I'd like to ask you for a small favor."

"Please speak, Immortal."

He unconsciously lowered his posture; his cultivation as a Killing Ghost (Concentration Realm) had already been overshadowed by Yang Heyin Ghost (Primordial Chaos Realm).

"I need to go to the Imperial Cabinet."

"Immortal, you can now travel to the imperial court with the magic seal you possess."

Yi Qidong told Yang He the method, and the latter had the Great Shang Law Seal, which could be obtained through the method explored by the Grand Minister of the Imperial Court.

However, they can only enter and exit the outer area.

"Minxiu, take them back to the nearest post."

Yi Qidong took out the magic seal, "I have something to do at the imperial court."

The cultivators remained silent, watching Yi Qidong step into the second level of hell. Before long, his aura had vanished without a trace.

As the pacification commissioner, Yi Qidong naturally needed to travel to and from the imperial court frequently.

But he had never been so nervous before, and his Dao heart even wavered. What should have taken only a few breaths wasted more than a quarter of an hour.

The wind and sand were rolling, and the cabinet remained in a desolate state.

Just then, the Ten Heavenly Kings were hidden in the shadows, with nothing overhead.

Yi Qidong snapped out of his reverie and noticed a seemingly unremarkable figure standing among the houses of the Ten Heavenly Lords. "Yi Qidong."

Yang He activated the Nuo Xiang Ghost, which was protected by a mysterious light covering half a meter of his body. He also had a leather Taoist robe, so unless he was an immortal, it would be difficult to see anything amiss.

Even when Yi Qidong got closer, he still couldn't make out his facial features.

He was startled. In just a few short months, the immortal had become even more unfathomable, and his cultivation level was likely increasing every moment.

"I have seen the immortal."

Yang He didn't reply, he just stared at the sky.

Yi Qidong spoke with slight trepidation: "Immortal, if I may be so bold as to ask, will the Nuwa Festival cause any unrest?"

"I don't know."

“I’m not omniscient or omnipotent.” Yang He smiled and glanced at Yi Qidong. “But one thing is certain: all the immortals and Buddhas in the books really existed, and so did the saints.”

Yi Qidong trembled, fear showing between his brows.

Could it be that the sage is truly... coming back to life?
"Yi Qidong, how many levels of the Endless Hell has your Grand Court visited?"

After a long pause, Yi Qidong replied, "It should be around the fifth floor."

"However, there is a saying within the court that there is another Grand Court deep in the Endless Hell, but they have not been in contact for a thousand years."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, becoming more inclined to believe that there was indeed another Grand Court.

The Grand Court has spanned two thousand years and has inherited the Daoist tradition of the ancient Ghost Kingdom of Shang. Its foundation should be far superior to that of Shang.

“Immortal, could you... perhaps remain in the mortal realm? I can find a way to help you gather resources. Grand Master... needs you.”

Yang He said calmly, "Do you think I can defeat a sage?"

Yi Qidong didn't know how to respond. His Dao heart was becoming increasingly unbalanced, mainly because the sense of powerlessness he felt after sensing the terror of the future almost destroyed his state of mind.

He groaned, and the shadow demon began to devour the flesh below his neck.

Consciousness seemed about to sink, falling into an abyss.

"Yi Qidong".

Yang He's call pulled Yi Qidong back to reality, and he then asked a puzzling question.

"The Grand Minister's court is focused on the Nuwa Festival, so they probably won't bother with the trivial matters happening in the cabinet, right?"

"what?"

Yi Qidong looked up in astonishment, then belatedly realized what was happening.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, a phenomenon that only occurred when the Ten Heavenly Kings revealed themselves. However, what was unusual about this phenomenon was its extraordinary scale and grandeur.

Rumble.

Ten heads, each over a hundred meters tall, broke through the sandstorm.

Yang He's smile remained unchanged, but there was a hint of heartache in his eyes.

The ten heads were no longer those of the Ten Heavenly Kings, but rather the ten sons of the Yang family who bore a resemblance to Yang He. In an instant, the inner cabinet was filled with yin energy.

The monks who were in seclusion in the cabinet appeared panicked.

Yi Qidong wondered if it was just his imagination, but he sensed a trace of sadness in Yang He, and the aura of the Ten Heavenly Kings was also similar.

"Father!"

"Father!!"

"Father!!!"

It is highly likely that the ten sons of the Yang family have already replaced the ten Heavenly Kings in being enshrined as gods. The ten heads of the cabinet are just corpses and remains, but they still retain their thoughts from their previous lives and still remember Yang He.

Yi Qidong knelt on the ground; the imbalance of his Dao heart was insignificant at this moment.

"come back."

Yang He muttered to himself as ten heads disappeared into the Niwan Palace.

It merged with the Ten Absolute Cities.

(End of this chapter)