Mythology

Chapter 290 The Resurrection of the Sage is the Hope of All People

Yang He slowly walked out of the room, gazing at the increasingly festive atmosphere.

The original main world never had any temples, but now even in this small place called Peibai City, there are two Nuwa Temples, and there is a bustling temple fair early in the morning.

Incense smoke curled in front of the vermilion temple, and shouts and the sounds of bells and chimes intertwined as they rose into the blue sky.

Yang He couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation, because the scene overlapped with that of the Shang Dynasty three thousand years ago, and both might even symbolize disaster.

He believed that Nuwa, as a saint, would not degenerate into an evil spirit.

But... this world has gone mad. Everything is transformed from ghosts and gods, and even the laws of nature can be traced back to ghosts and gods.

Unfortunately, this world operates in a bugged way.

Anyone who has been a programmer knows this.

If a program can run, no matter how bloated or awkward the code is, do not make any modifications; its existence is its own justification.

The resurgence of saints is definitely not a good thing for this world.

Meow~~

The black cat, having wandered back from who-knows-where, scurried into the corner and kept looking back.

The parade, presided over by the Nuwa Temple, was beginning. A clay statue of Nuwa was carried by four people, drawing cheers from the crowd.

Sun Qi followed behind, but did not make any rash moves.

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine as he heard the temple keeper reciting a sacrificial inscription.

"The snake's body coils around the starry womb, while the umbilical cord hangs down onto the decaying Penglai."

His tone was almost identical to that of the old man in the Kowloon Island legend, and his fanatical appearance made him want to bang his head on the ground. The content of his eulogy was also ambiguous, whereas three thousand years ago it was a eulogy to a saint.

"Mud churns and churns, crushing skulls; deep in the loess, corpses are born."

The fact that Yang Heling's vision of growth originated from sacrificial inscriptions indicates that it is indeed related to a sage, and that the goddess Nuwa might truly descend to the mortal realm.

"A thousand drops of milk fall like humus, and strands of hair spread like spirit-devouring moss."

His brows flashed with light, and a large number of eye worms emerged from his mouth and nose, soon spreading throughout the bodies of all the mortals in Peibai City.

"Suddenly seeing all the people kneeling in worship, I realized that I was just a child."

Yang He considered changing the perception of the Nuwa Festival, but after much deliberation, he decided not to act and turned back to his room in frustration.

The Nuwa Festival is not limited to Jialiang Water Town.

Its influence extends across the entire territory of the Grand Commander.

Yang He dared not stop it, as it might violate some taboo. After all, it involved a sage, and no amount of caution was too much.

The imperial court was clearly aware of this and had already warned the constables in various regions.

"What exactly is the resurgence of saints?"

Yang He felt an increasing sense of urgency. Even if he could go to the world of the legends, the main world was still the foundation. Once his true body died, he could not spend points to revive it.

He closed his eyes to meditate, and noticed the unusual appearance of the Nine Dragons Island Dharma Seal within the Niwan Palace.

The Kowloon Island Buddhist Seal has been completely altered, its material reduced to coral, and the central carved building vaguely resembles Biyou Palace.

【Biyou Palace Dharma Seal】

The superior-grade Yin artifact crafted by the Tongtian Sect Leader from his own skin fragments represents the identity of Yang He, a second-generation disciple of the Biyou Palace in Penglai Sea.

"As expected, the hidden instance on Kowloon Island is Biyou Palace."

Yang He is already struggling to explore Qianyuan Mountain, let alone the Daoist crown and Biyou Palace on the head of the Tongtian Sect Leader, which would be a complete waste of opportunity.

Only after becoming an immortal can one unravel the secrets of one's sect.

Yang He has already obtained the Nine Refinement Gu Insect Technique. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Nine Dragons Island will be temporarily sealed off, just like Nuwa Palace and Qianyuan Mountain.

"I need to go into seclusion next to digest all the previous resources."

"This is to celebrate the Nuwa Festival."

Yang He patted the black cat's butt, and the cat, understanding the gesture, manipulated the shadows. Immediately afterward, a dazzling array of goods appeared in the mustard seed space.

The goods came from the Fuyang Chamber of Commerce, and a quick scan revealed many items that fit the Three Corpses Small World. One hundred and eight items were more than enough.

[Common Things: A Melody from the Heart]

[Related Allusions: "The Five-Colored Ghost" and "The Nine-Bend Ghost"] Do you wish to consume 10 points of Spirit Vision to enter the allusion world?

"The Five-Colored Ghosts should not have started yet. Half a year of seclusion should not be a problem."

"determine."

Yang He breathed a sigh of relief when no new roles appeared in front of him.

Information about the permanent characters is provided elsewhere.

[Corpse-Taoist Child: You woke up in the desolate mountains, intending to return to Xiqi, but found that you could hear faint chanting sounds coming from within your body. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a one-month-old infant.]

"Hehe, Kong Xuan really is using me as a furnace for cultivation."

A ruthless glint flashed in Yang He's eyes. He definitely couldn't play the role of the Corpse Dao Child, as it would most likely cause the Five-Colored Ghosts to start prematurely.

[Third Prince: Shortly after you returned to Xiqi, King Wu of Zhou was already reorganizing his army and allocating provisions, preparing to counterattack the Shang Dynasty. You can choose to assist them in attacking Sishui Pass.]

[Plague Taoist: After the Ten Deadly Formations were destroyed, you narrowly escaped death. The Great Shang Dynasty hopes that you can guard Sishui Pass and repel the invading Xiqi army.]

[Immaculate Ghost Buddha: As a disciple of the Sage, you can hear mortals praying to the Sage; at Sishui Pass, two armies are at war, and the people are suffering.]

"Sishui Pass? I don't remember it."

Yang He had little interest in participating in the minor battles of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

It might seem like a good way to rack up some kills and add some heads to the Treasure Ridge, but the dangers of these small battles could be more than you think.

If we compare the Investiture of the Gods war to a game of chess, the period after the Ten Deadly Formations is a phase of probing between the two sides.

If Yang He were to appear, the other side would inevitably react, and the intensity of the conflict would escalate. Who knows what underhanded tricks the Shang Dynasty would pull?

"Just go into seclusion honestly. Jiang Ziya probably won't send any true disciples of the Chan Sect."

"Once the two sides really get into a fight, they'll start using massively destructive tactics, like the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, and the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation..."

Yang He carried all the resources, and the black cat, acting as a watchdog, was not spared either.

"Choose to play the role of [Third Prince]".

.........

Although the strange phenomena caused by the Ten Deadly Formations have disappeared, they still emit a purplish-red glow for dozens of miles around, and their effects will last for at least several years.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the black banners at the gate of Xiqi City a dark red.

Ji Fa reined in his horse and stood at the head, his iron armor covered in frost, his gaze cold and stern. Beside him was Jiang Ziya, dressed in white, riding a Qilin.

One hundred thousand elite troops from Xiqi stood silently like a forest, their spears and halberds forming a battle array, their cold gleam piercing the twilight.

As the warhorses neighed softly, the clanging of armor plates sounded like a north wind sweeping across an icy river.

"Grandfather, when shall we set out with the army?"

"Now is the time!"

Jiang Ziya knew they had no other choice. Even if the Ten Deadly Formations were destroyed, it would still cause Xiqi's grain production to be nearly halved.

Only by fighting their way out can Xiqi have a chance of survival.

"Bang the drum."

The moment the command arrow was thrown to the ground, thirty-six Kui-skin war drums thundered loudly.

The sound of drums echoed from the foot of Qishan Mountain, startling a flock of crows that covered the sky. Huang Tianhua let out a roar, and 100,000 soldiers marched away in perfect unison.

The ground shook, and the sound of tanks rolling over rammed earth came from behind.

Everyone has one belief.

There is no turning back for Xiqi. This journey must be undertaken to kill our way to Chaoge, sever the fate of the Great Shang Dynasty, and quell the current chaotic world where humans and ghosts coexist!
Yang He witnessed the magnificent scene and remained silent for a long time.

(End of this chapter)