Mythology

Chapter 287 The Celestial Court That Raises Ghosts

Yang He smiled without saying a word, scrutinizing the ten sons of the Yang family.

The ten sons of the Yang family finally seized the opportunity and replaced the Ten Heavenly Kings, and they will be able to meet again in the Heavenly Court in the future.

"Speaking of which, what were the Ten Heavenly Kings titled again?"

"It seems to be the Thunder Department's Guardian Deity who brings rain and clouds?"

The Ten Heavenly Kings did not hold a high position in the Heavenly Court, which was completely inconsistent with their status as rogue cultivators, but they were still righteous gods of the Thunder Department.

"If we enter the Heavenly Court, everyone in the Thunder Department will be an old acquaintance."

"Wen Zhong, Lei Zhenzi, and the ten sons of the Yang family."

Yi Qidong retreated several steps, and the incomplete Ten Deadly Formations that had shrouded the cabinet for a thousand years were thus destroyed.

It should be known that since the Ten Deadly Formations were set up in the cabinet, countless cultivators have tried to break them, but all their efforts have been in vain.

It is now universally acknowledged that the incomplete Ten Deadly Formations cannot be broken.

As a result, the immortal array was slowly disappearing.

"The incomplete Ten Deadly Formations were moved from the Endless Hell by the Great Shang Dynasty. Could it be... that they were prepared for immortals?"

Yi Qidong recalled that Yang He had mentioned that the immortal had once been a prince of the Shang Dynasty.

A sharp pain shot through his head. He recalled reading in the ancient texts that there was another Grand Court deep within the Endless Hell. Could it be... that the mortal court existed solely to welcome immortals?

Yi Qidong's thoughts became scattered, and his associations became increasingly disorganized.

Yang He stood motionless, accepting the gifts from his children with his eyes closed. The ten heads, without any obstruction, had become part of the Ten Absolute Cities, bringing new life to the Celestial Court.

The celestial court was shaken to its core, and amidst the ruins, there was finally some new life.

At the same time, the ten heads also contain a vast amount of resources, but as the inner cabinet is an outer region of the Grand Court, the resources are not valuable.

Yang He hesitated for a few moments, realizing that keeping it in his hands would be pointless.

They could also be easily held accountable by the imperial court.

He glanced through them and picked and chose, managing to gather most of the 108 items needed for the Primordial Chaos Realm's 'Hongyuan'.

Yang He considered that the small world condensed by the Pupil Ghost still needed 108 items. After keeping a small amount of each type of resource, he invested all of them into the Ten Absolute Cities.

Boom! !

First came the subway tunnel, which pierced through the entire Celestial Court in a short time.

The twelve platforms are scattered throughout the waiting hall, and the details are impeccable, but the overall style is slightly eerie, like a large haunted house.

Yang He carefully sensed the atmosphere emanating from the platform, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"It's Yang Dalang."

He had never understood where Yang Dalang's ghost realm was before, but now he realized that he had taken over the place. If there were no flesh and blood subway, Yang Dalang would be appearing between the platforms.

No wonder the Chan Sect cultivators used the flesh and blood subway as their base and were very safe from beginning to end.

It seems that Yang Dalang was secretly protecting them.

"I hope to have the opportunity to bring all ten of you to see Old Man Yang."

"They are, after all, their grandchildren."

In a sense, the ten sons of the Yang family born through the Corpse-Taoist Child were far closer in bloodline than their offspring.

North of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, a chilling wind blew, and a hotel appeared out of nowhere.

"Fuli Grand Hotel".

Yang He had investigated the background of the Ten Absolutes City. The Fuli Hotel was the only five-star hotel in the city, but someone had hanged himself there, which turned the entire building into a haunted place.

This is Yang Erlang's ghost realm, whose nature is laziness.

If Yang Dalang hadn't found Yang Erlang, the latter might have remained holed up in his room for a long time, and his strength would have been the weakest among the ten sons of the Yang family.

The frequency of dramatic changes in the Ten Absolutes City began to escalate.

The gates of Ping An Hospital were wide open, and ghostly figures flickered inside the closed interior; a zoo and aquarium appeared out of nowhere in the western suburbs, but each park was temporarily empty; the green park centered around Yangjingxing was not far from the hospital.

Next are Yang Qilang's vegetable market, Yang Balang's tomb, and Yang Jiulang's tea garden.

And Aruan's Elephant Mountain Academy.

The Ten Deadly Cities are still in ruins and need to be rebuilt, but the former megacity is beginning to take shape, and the ten newly added buildings can also be used to raise ghosts.

The cabinet's resources were thoroughly cleared out by the Celestial Court.

The rest of the ruins have disappeared without a trace, leaving only ten buildings surrounding the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, and the connected streets and alleys have become spotless.

Yang He smiled, as if he were unwrapping a gift from his children.

"Thank you."

He poured Yin energy into the Ten Deadly Cities, and immediately, wandering ghosts and spirits began to gestate.

Those wandering ghosts were not even weak ghosts; their deaths were bizarre and varied, but they wore professional attire, like doctors from a safe hospital, zookeepers from a zoo, or butchers from a market...

"Unfortunately, we cannot interfere. Only the Realm of Returning to Nothingness can allow the Celestial Court to reside in a small world."

If Yang He could determine the type of evil spirits bred by the Ten Absolute Cities, it would mean that the corresponding resources could be mass-produced, and he would no longer have to worry about cultivation in the future.

The same principle applies to the Daoist temples of the two religions; accepting disciples is also for the convenience of managing the celestial court.

"I need to hurry up and go into seclusion. Breaking through to the Returning Void Realm is the right thing to do."

Yang He withdrew his consciousness, holding the Great Shang Dharma Seal in his palm. At the same time, he felt a slight palpitation, indicating that the Grand Court had already noticed.

Whether the Grand Court has immortals or not is unknown, but they certainly have beings at the Primordial Chaos Realm.

"Yi Qidong, you should leave the cabinet as soon as possible. If nothing unexpected happens, the turmoil in the cabinet will definitely attract the attention of the Grand Minister's court."

Yi Qidong looked shaken, even thinking of the Tongtian Sect Leader of the Jie Sect.

Yang He didn't care about Yi Qidong's little scheme. Taking advantage of the flaw in Yi Qidong's state of mind, the insect eggs had already spread throughout the latter's three souls and seven spirits.

Yi Qidong could become possessed by evil spirits at any time if he wanted to.

"Fairy!"

Yi Qidong got up in a disheveled state, and seeing that Yang He was about to leave the cabinet, he hurriedly asked.

“If the Grand Master encounters danger, but the calamity does not threaten you, I hope…” “Yes.”

Yang He nodded slightly. He really liked the atmosphere of the mortal realm in the main world. After the separation of Yin and Yang, the order would not be easily broken.

He's willing to take action simply because it's pleasing to the eye.

"Yi Qidong, you know how to contact me."

Seeing Yi Qidong's respectful attitude, Yang He realized that another subordinate had been added. In the mortal world, there was the Fuyang Chamber of Commerce; in the heretical sects, there was the Zishi Sect; and in the official world, there was the Grand Court.

Not bad.

"Immortal, I would gladly die for you."

Yi Qidong performed a Taoist salute, wishing he could kowtow to Yang He on the spot.

"kindness."

Immediately, Yi Qidong wisely eliminated the remaining aura, creating the illusion that ten heads had lost control and plunged into the endless hell.

If they can fool people for a while, by the time the Nuwa Festival approaches, the files concerning the cabinet will probably be nowhere to be found.

Yang He activated the Great Shang Dharma Seal and vanished from the cabinet in an instant.

Upon returning to Peibai City, they discovered that the aroma of realgar wine was becoming noticeably stronger, and the number of snake demons in the first and second levels of hell was constantly increasing.

There are eight days left until the Nuwa Festival.

Yang He inevitably felt a sense of urgency, so he set a goal for himself.

To complete Hong Yuan's cultivation in eight days, it's not just about acquiring the 108 items; it also requires the Pupil Ghost to condense a small world, and for the two ghosts' small worlds to merge into one.

The most urgent task is the Nine Refinements of Gu Insect Technique.

Yang He took a deep breath and first threw the items found by the cabinet into the Three Corpses Small World. The desolate space was immediately filled with turbulent winds and clouds.

That's right.

The addition of breezes and clouds to the small world signifies that it is becoming real.

The area also reached 140 zhang.

However, the small world remained barren, with only uneven ground. The winds and clouds could not bring about any qualitative change; they could only sow a seed.

"The so-called 108 things are meant to bring the small world closer to the Heavenly Dao."

Yang Hechuan read aloud to Chen Qian, instructing the Fuyang Chamber of Commerce to allocate goods from the surrounding villages and towns to be delivered to Peibai City within five days. The delivery would then be a mere formality before being returned to the shops in various locations.

He then informed his subordinates of the points to note regarding the Nuwa Festival.

Then the panel will be brought up.

[Would you like to consume 1 point of Insight to enter Kowloon Island?]

"determine."

Please select the cave you are in on Kowloon Island.

Yang He took a deep breath and then began to refresh his spiritual vision.

After refreshing four times in a row, each time consuming a thousand points of spiritual vision, I still didn't recognize most of the cave dwellings, let alone those related to Lü Yue.

Logically, since they were all cultivating on Kowloon Island, they could consider heading to Lü Yue Cave on their own.

However, the dangers of sect anecdotes increase exponentially, and without a clear connection, Yang He would rather simply waste the attempts.

If all else fails, then swallow the Dao Fruit of the Chan Sect to forcibly deduce the lineage.

[Spend 1 Spirit Vision to refresh identity?]

Yang He stared at the panel, mentally summoning all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens. If it still didn't work, he would have no choice but to give up.

The sixth refresh would require 100,000 Spirit Vision, but he wasn't that extravagant.

"refresh!!!"

[Shuihe Mountain: You are the remnant soul of Lü Yue. Hearing that Wang Mo is about to become an immortal, you have been invited to Shuihe Mountain to listen to his teachings.]

[Guanghai Sha: You are the remnant soul of Lü Yue. Hearing that Mo Lihai is about to become an immortal, you have been invited to Shuihe Mountain to listen to his teachings.]

[The pier: You are the remnant soul of Lü Yue. You have come to the seaside pier on the outskirts of Kowloon Island. You can use this pier to travel to the depths of Kowloon Island.]

Yang He glanced over Shuihe Mountain and Guanghai Sha, pondering the information about the dock. It seemed that it was indeed worth wasting a few attempts.

"Let's go to the dock. If we can't find Lü Yue's cave, we'll hang ourselves."

"Choose a dock."

.........

Yang He entered without hesitation, his consciousness briefly momentarily dazed.

Then he heard the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, and a foul fishy smell filled his nose and mouth, almost making him gag.

The five senses gradually returned to normal.

Yang He looked around and realized he was in a dilapidated fishing village by the sea.

It seemed there had been a heavy rain not long ago; the ground was incredibly muddy, but there were no footprints, only a few wild boars foraging in the distance.

The doors of the few dozen or so houses were wide open, and the place was completely deserted.

However, the house is decorated in a festive style, with coral used as an embellishment on the eaves, and the edges and corners are all made in the shape of coral. There are coral murals on the walls.

"Why is coral so highly regarded? It's reached the point of fanaticism."

Something's not right, something just doesn't feel right.

Yang He squinted; what he was facing was clearly an ordinary fishing village.

The price of spiritual vision did not surge.

He was filled with indescribable astonishment; everything... seemed so familiar.

"I'm pretty sure I haven't been to a place like that before. Could it be just my imagination?"

"and many more."

Yang He breathed heavily, realizing the source of his astonishment: the decorations of the small fishing village looked very much like the main world celebrating the Nuwa Festival.

(End of this chapter)