Mythology

Chapter 292 The Deep Fusion of the Corpse-Cultivating Child
After returning to the main world, Yang He naturally inherited the cultivation of the Third Prince.

He rebuilt the fourth step of the Primordial Chaos Realm without wasting too much time; in just one day and one night, he had already re-created the Corpse Wheel Small World.

The atmosphere in Peibai Town was festive. Old Man Yang even hung two pictures of Nuwa in front of his house. The temple fair attracted people from all around.

On the surface, the Nuwa Festival seems to have been held for thousands of years.

Yang He swept over two hundred thousand people.

The crowd was incredibly fervent, their yang energy at its peak, as if a long, narrow thread was pulling Nuwa from the bottom of endless hell to the mortal realm.

The Grand Court was clearly on high alert, with glimpses of divine sense flashing by from time to time, all of them from regional garrison commanders.

There is one day left until the Nuwa Festival.

"If I can't advance to the Void Return Realm, I have a feeling something terrible is going to happen."

"The Return to the Void Realm is too important to me. With the deep fusion, I should be able to barely use the Corpse Transformation Immortal of the Nuo Xiang Ghost."

Yang He brought up the control panel.

[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?

"confirm."

Yang He entered the world of historical allusions again, but there were still no characters to choose from.

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

"Babies are usually born in September. Does that mean the Five-Colored Ghosts will start in three months?"

Yang He was lost in thought, staring at the panel for a long time before he managed to suppress his distracting thoughts.

[If no identity is chosen, the true form will be used to travel to the world of the legend.]

"I will not choose to play a role."

[Consume 1000 points of Insight to select a character for deep fusion?]

The blurry phantoms of the Corpse Taoist Child and the Flesh and Blood Taoist Temple appeared.

"Select [Corpse Child] for deep fusion."

.........

Qinglong Pass is an important pass leading to Chaoge. The two armies have been fighting and defending the pass for more than half a month, and have been deadlocked.

The smoke of battle slowly spread, appearing particularly desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Broken spears and shattered swords lay obliquely in the soil, like clumps of withered thorns. Scattered corpses had piled up into mountains, flesh and blood mixed with armor, making it impossible to distinguish whether they were Shang soldiers or Zhou soldiers.

Ah~~

The crows let out piercing cries as they pecked at the still-unrotted eyeballs.

As night approached, both armies tacitly retreated to their respective positions, sending out batches of soldiers to clear away the corpses and burn them in the ditches.

"By imperial decree, your lonely soul is exorcised, all ghosts and demons, and all living beings are blessed."

Four Western Zhou soldiers carried the corpses along the way from south to north using handcarts.

They worked together seamlessly: one person held the cart steady, two others lifted the body, and the last person was responsible for finding valuables on the body.

"Those with heads rise, those without heads are promoted; they are killed by guns and knives, or by jumping into water and hanging from ropes."

The four people had strong local accents, which made their loud chanting of the Rebirth Mantra sound awkward and added a touch of eeriness to the atmosphere.

"Dying in the light, dying in the dark, dying unjustly, the creditor wronged..."

"Brother Mian! There are three more corpses ahead, and wait, there's a Taoist priest too!!!"

The four men were led by Wang Mian. Wang Mian's eyes lit up and he quickly bent down to examine the body, only to find that the corpse was only about twenty years old.

After searching, they couldn't find even a single talisman.

"A beardless young man must be a novice Taoist disciple. What bad luck!"

"It's really bad luck." Someone couldn't help but mutter, "As long as ordinary people burn it clean, ghosts won't be born. These Taoist boys aren't very skilled, but the ghosts they create are all more ferocious than the last."

"Stop talking nonsense. At least we don't need to deal with Daoist Master's body."

Wang Mian lowered his voice, "A while ago, the Thirteenth Battalion accidentally smuggled in a Taoist priest. As a result, all seven men were decapitated. Fortunately, General Huang Feibiao later slew the ghost." "We really should invite more immortal masters from the Chan Sect."

Wang Mian shook his head and tied up the corpse on the cart. "Didn't one of the immortal masters die yesterday? Immortal Master Wei Hu of Jinting Mountain died inexplicably in the main camp."

"Don't go spreading this around! I've heard that the cause of death still hasn't been determined!"

"Brother Mian, wasn't he killed by evil spirits?"

Wang Mian wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Who knows? He died in broad daylight in front of King Wu of Zhou. That's all."

He made an explosion gesture, "and suddenly it turned into mincemeat."

The four men looked grim and, wary, said no more, continuing to chant the Rebirth Mantra, as if they could persuade the ghosts not to come to their door with a few kind words.

None of them noticed that the young Taoist boy was blinking.

Yang He lay on his back in the cart, surrounded by more than a dozen corpses. The stench was overwhelming, but he did not make any rash moves.

Why is the opportunity for deep integration now on the battlefield between the Shang and Zhou dynasties?

This is fucking terrifying!

Yang He could only feign death. Unlike the previous Incense Town, there were definitely cultivators from both sects present at Qinglong Pass. If his true form was exposed, he was afraid that his body and soul would be soaked in a jar by the immortals.

He preferred to be with corpses, while the immortal body that had been disintegrated had extinguished its yang fire.

"Just wait, the opportunity should come on its own."

Yang He hesitated for a few moments, then used the magic seal of the Corpse Dao Child to transmit his thoughts to Huang Tianhua, quickly figuring out the current situation of Qinglong Pass.

Qinglong Pass had eleven defensive positions, and the Western Zhou army mainly attacked six of them.

As a result of the unexpected death of Dao Xing Tian Zun's disciple Wei Hu, the Western Zhou, despite having the upper hand, could only withdraw its deployed troops.

Huang Tianhua and Wei Hu were responsible for guarding different areas, but it is true that he died mysteriously.

It's even more serious than we imagined.

Wei Hu did not turn into mincemeat, but instead, with a strange smile on his face, he died without warning in front of King Wu of Zhou.

Jiang Ziya originally planned to recruit more disciples of the Chan Sect, but this has now been postponed.

The Western Zhou army's obsession with Wei Hu's death doesn't seem to be about giving Dao Xing Tianzun an answer; Jiang Ziya couldn't possibly be so indecisive.

"eccentric."

Yang He was confused and stayed put.

It didn't take long.

They arrived at a pre-dug ditch, where there were more than a dozen similar pits, generally spaced a hundred meters apart, and each pit already contained a layer of corpses.

"Hurry up, or you'll be bewitched."

Wang Mian walked in the lead, glancing at the corpses in the ditch as if conducting a routine inspection. His pupils dilated as he saw an awkwardly shaped body.

The corpse had been pecked all over by crows, but the person on the other end was laughing.

"You...you guys didn't see that?!"

Wang Mian's heart pounded, and he quickly called his companions forward.

"Brother Mian, what?"

"Laughing! The corpse is laughing!!"

The three shuddered and carefully examined the faces of each corpse. "Brother Mian, don't scare us. There are no laughing corpses."

"Maybe I'm seeing things," Wang Mian said, rubbing his eyes.

The other three didn't pay any attention either, busying themselves with throwing the corpse into the pit. While chatting amongst themselves, Wang Mian hummed a tune in a good mood.

Wang Mian's lips were unconsciously parted in a wide grin, the expression becoming increasingly exaggerated.

Her smile was incredibly alluring.

She was like a beautiful and charming woman.

(End of this chapter)