Mythology

Chapter 289 Coral, the Sea Spirit Insect

Yang He was filled with all sorts of distracting thoughts.

He knew he was going crazy, and in a daze, the old man's corpse reappeared beside him.

The old man screamed madly, "Immortal! The sage has responded! It was indeed true! Reciting the sacrificial incantation can gain the sage's attention!"

"Quickly push the young boys and girls into the sea so that the sage can choose his disciples!!"

Yang He gagged for a while, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. After a moment, the old man's incessant chatter subsided, and he glanced at the cabin out of the corner of his eye.

The old man turned back into a corpse.

The corpse was enormous, as if it had been submerged in seawater for a long time.

Yang He understood that if he continued, his mental state would likely suffer a severe blow, and he would almost go insane, his consciousness maintaining only the last vestiges of his rationality.

Another moment of disorientation.

The lone boat drifted with the current, and the body had vanished without a trace.

Yang He stood at the bow of the boat, and without realizing it, he put on the old man's straw raincoat and bamboo hat. The throbbing pain in his head intensified, as if it would explode at any moment.

"Damn it, since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well see the true face of the Tongtian Sect Master. If he's unwilling to teach me the Nine Refinements Gu Insect Technique, then I might as well just swallow the Chan Sect Dao Fruit and replenish myself."

Yang He took a deep breath. It was known that the sacrificial incantation could summon the Tongtian Sect Master, and the ocean was a part of the Tongtian Sect Master.

"So all I need is..."

He grinned and jumped into the rushing sea.

"Well."

The moment the seawater enveloped my body, I heard the cries of countless creatures.

Yang He felt a distinct sense of suffocation. He opened his eyes and, subconsciously, looked through the seawater at the cloud-covered sky.

The dome was bluish-green, and the clouds looked like mold growing on it.

Fragmented images flashed through his mind: villagers throwing their livestock into the sea year after year, hoping to attract the attention of a sage.

There was no response from generation to generation, and the fishing village lived a peaceful life.

until one day.

The sage suddenly noticed the fishing village and asked them what they wanted.

Yang He didn't know how the villagers would answer Tongtian Jiaozhu. The truth was that the fishing village no longer existed, and the villagers had been desperately trying to escape the sea before they died.

"Well."

He opened his eyes in the water, and saw countless figures struggling on the surface of the sea.

To be precise, the figures were all remnants of souls who died at sea; those villagers either died in the mountains ten miles away or at sea.

The remnant soul floated on the sea, desperately trying to swim upwards.

But his expression was incredibly fervent.

Judging from their opening and closing mouths, they were repeating sacrificial incantations, which even Yang He found chilling.

"Evil!"

Yang He noticed that all the remnant souls had a certain bend in their necks, as if an invisible rope was tied to them.

Before long, he had no time to care about the remnant soul.

Even though I can swim, I find it difficult to stretch my limbs.

The cultivation level of the Primordial Chaos Realm was useless. The three ghosts trembled in fear, preferring to commit suicide rather than leave the Niwan Palace, which shows how terrifying the Tongtian Sect Leader was.

Yang He forced himself to breathe while reciting the sacrificial prayer, his voice resonating with the seawater.

"The Jade Palace has fallen into the dark sea."

He had never experienced resurrection, but at this moment his consciousness was very clear, and being in close contact with the saint was like experiencing resurrection.

Numerous points of light floated around, seemingly microorganisms shimmering with a bluish-green phosphorescence.

As Yang He descended to a depth of ten zhang, he felt a sticky sensation on his skin, and at the same time, his three souls and seven spirits were pulled upwards by a terrifying force.

If the Niwan Palace had not been built into an inseparable insect nest, the body and soul might have been separated.

“Touching the wrist, crawling and knocking on the Jade Capital.”

Before I knew it, the spiritual vision that I had refreshed five times earlier had already recovered its cost.

This... is not seawater.

Yang He frowned slightly, as if countless translucent tentacles were climbing up his ankles, the mucus seemingly mixed with tiny scales.

The depth has just reached 100 zhang.

His throat tightened, and then he saw a series of palaces illuminated in the depths of the sea.

"Biyou Palace?"

Yang He clutched his throat. The Plague Daoist possessed the cultivation of the Primordial Chaos Realm and multiple immortal bodies, yet he had the illusion that he was about to drown.

"The robe, stained with the stench of the Dao, is shed; the eyes open to the abyss, the sword swallows the sound."

As soon as Yang He finished speaking, he was swept a thousand feet below by a sudden surge of water, allowing him to observe the palace, which was countless times more bizarre than the Dragon Palace, up close.

The coral pillars were twisted like intestines, and the eaves were covered with fleshy tendrils resembling blood vessels. Countless eyes served as decorations, making it resemble a palace, yet also a strange Taoist crown.

"The mirage swallows and spews starlight and foam, and ten thousand eyes peer at the name of chaos."

Black blood gushed from Yang He's nose, and bluish-gray fleshy buds grew between his fingers.

"Suddenly, I heard the madmen slaughtering themselves, and the sea and mountains collapsed at the end of Penglai."

The moment the eulogy abruptly ended, Yang He's pupils dilated. He had finally seen the Tongtian Sect Leader again, and no words could describe the feeling.

Biyou Palace is indeed the Taoist crown on the head of the Tongtian Sect Leader.

Its head is composed of millions of coral polyps, and its tentacles replace the topknot that hang down to the seabed. Every fold of its robe is seeping out a thick black mist.

With each breath of the Tongtian Sect Leader, the sea inevitably rises and falls with the tides.

"Rather than saying the ocean is the master of heaven and earth, it's more like..."

"The sea is the sacred place of saints."

"The same applies to the Tongtian Sect Leader, and what about the Primordial Heavenly Venerable? What about the Moral Heavenly Venerable?"

Yang He remained motionless, his body and soul tingling intensely, watching helplessly as he drew ever closer to the Tongtian Sect Leader.

As he locked eyes with the Tongtian Sect Leader, the magic seal within his Niwan Palace shattered with a deafening roar. The suffocating sensation intensified, a stinging pain arose in his internal organs, coral began to grow inside and outside his body, and his yang fire was nearing its end.

Even the immortal body, after being disintegrated, could not maintain its vitality.

Yang He could not suppress his distracting thoughts. The three ghosts screamed in agony. Nuo Xiang Ghost was the first to die suddenly, followed by Shi Ghost. Only Tong Ghost held on desperately.

At most fifteen minutes, the Plague Taoist will die a violent death.

Desperate, Yang He forcefully pierced his temple with his index finger, hoping the pain would stimulate his brain nerves and prevent him from completely losing his reason.

"Master...Master, this disciple...this disciple has come to...seek your guidance."

As soon as Yang He opened his mouth, he felt a gaze sweep over him. The Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes were indifferent, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

"Brother...this disciple is willing to offer up his body and soul, Master, could you...resolve my doubts?"

The Pupil Demon appeared between the eyebrows as if to cooperate, revealing the aura of the Nine Refinement Gu Insect Technique.

Yang He was suddenly gripped by an invisible force, and his words, instead of evoking the sage's pity, were like sparks splashed into a pot of oil.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's wrinkles surged, and his head, composed of thousands of coral polyps, stared at Yang He.

'Who are you? '

The Tongtian Sect Leader didn't speak, but his voice exploded in Yang He's mind, and the wound on his temple became a valve for releasing pressure.

Yang He's eyes widened, relying entirely on the Pupil Demon to lock in his life force.

Now, both the human and the ghost are on the verge of death.

He didn't dare to reply for a moment. What did the Tongtian Sect Leader mean by his question?
Have they already discovered the Plague Taoist's identity?!
"Master...Master."

"I am a disciple of the Jie Sect, and I am willing to offer my body and soul in order to resolve your doubts."

The Master of Heaven did not reply, but instead extended a finger.

A strange, long worm emerged from the coral hole at the fingertip. It was translucent, shimmering with the lingering charm of the Heavenly Dao, and somewhat resembled the roots of the Heavenly Dao Tree.

Whoosh.

The long worm pierced Yang He's temple, thus completing the Nine Refined Gu Worm Technique.

Yang He was horrified. This kind of completion was not about providing the complete content, but rather the Nine Refinements Gu Worm Technique transforming into a living creature and growing little by little.

Followed by.

The flesh and bones creaked under the strain.

Yang He's coral transformation was worsening, but the Tongtian Sect Leader no longer paid attention to him, allowing Yang He to show no trace of a living person.

He perused the contents of the Nine Refinements Gu Insect Technique and found that the content of the nine realms was complete and without omission.

Only the opening is different.

"Coral is a creature of the sea, its body like a mysterious tube, containing vital energy within the dark ocean."

'Its tentacles are like silk threads, growing in a ring around its center, opening to receive vital energy from the vast ocean. It feeds on the finest dust in the deep abyss, drinks the essence of the primordial void, and transforms the breath of yin and yang.'

'It is ever-renewing, its transformations immeasurable; its tentacles and rays divide to create offspring, which, when dispersed into the vast waves, spontaneously generate wondrous forms.'

"What do you mean? Why bring up coral?"

Yang He was stunned. Then his skin was covered by coral, and his ghostly pupils scattered. The coral, on the contrary, provided life to his physical body.

The coral spread wildly, eventually even occupying the Niwan Palace.

He watched himself fall onto the fingertips of the Tongtian Sect Leader, becoming one of the many corals.

The three souls and seven spirits began to stir, wanting to leave the body.

After Yang He transformed into coral, his physical body was like a hollow tube, making it difficult to suppress his soul from leaving his body, although it was connected to his physical body by a strand of silver thread.

His consciousness followed his soul into the sea, like a coral polyp.

The view from the soul was completely different, and a chilling scene unfolded before their eyes.

The body of the Tongtian Sect Master was covered with countless coral tubes, and naturally, countless silver threads connected to...

Silver threads connect countless remnant souls!
That's right, the remnant souls on the sea all came from the Tongtian Sect Leader!

Yang He listened to the deafening chanting of the sacrificial incantation by the remnant souls, and watched as they desperately swam upwards, pulling the silver threads together slowly.

The Tongtian Sect Leader is rising to the surface, using his thousands of followers to escape the deep sea!

Yang He suddenly thought of the endless hell, how similar the layers of hell were, and how the ghosts and gods inside also needed mortals to pull them out of hell.

Could the Nuwa Festival be another Mountain and Sea Festival?

"The thousands of believers of the Nuwa Festival are pulling the saint towards the mortal world."

"The worshippers' devotion to the saint forms threads that connect them to the goddess Nuwa. Is the saint truly about to descend?!"

Yang He breathed heavily as he watched his own soul follow in his footsteps.

Life is cut off.

Your character, the Plague Taoist, has died; the storyline has ended.

.........

Yang He returned to the main world and fell into a deep sleep before he could investigate further.

Facing the torment brought by the saint is far worse than going mad. Even if you are heartless, you dare not be negligent, for fear that your state of mind will be flawed.

Memories of the true appearance of the Tongtian Cult Leader were sealed away.

Yang He tried hard to forget his experiences on Kowloon Island, and it took him a long time to calm down and for his breathing to return to normal.

Because he had told the black cat to remind him the day before the Nuwa Festival, he didn't need to worry about delaying important matters, and then he spent two more days calming his mind and spirit.

After Yang He withdrew from his seclusion, the sounds of gongs and drums were heard incessantly.

He secretly did some calculations.

There are two days left until the Nuwa Festival.

Peibai City was already decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and everywhere there were people so excited that they were in tears, chanting the name of the goddess Nuwa.

Yang He scanned the panel and saw that his spiritual vision had reached an astonishing number.

[Spiritual Vision: 47.9]

Moreover... the spiritual vision is still growing.

(End of this chapter)