Mythology

Chapter 295 Advancement to the Returning to the Void Realm, the Birth of the Three Corpse Daoist
The apricot-yellow flags enveloped the camp to the south, forming a pale golden curtain of light.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Western Zhou army thus temporarily halted its offensive on Qinglong Pass, allowing the defending soldiers to catch their breath.

Jiang Ziya stood in the central camp. In the distance came the dull sound of logging. A large number of soldiers dragged the thick tree trunks back to the camp, and the craftsmen were busy making the wood into siege weapons.

Behind him was a tent tightly wrapped in linen.

The light patterns of the magic circle flickered under the linen, appearing and disappearing like breathing.

"Grandfather, how is King Wu?"

Huang Feihu dismounted, his armor clanging loudly.

He frowned as he scanned the tent, sensing Ji Fa's aura emanating from within, along with suppressed, eerie laughter.

"For now, there's no problem," Jiang Ziya said, stroking his beard. "With the protective array set up by my senior brother Daoxing Tianzun, we can be isolated from external influences."

Huang Feihu's face was grim; the Twelve Golden Immortals had failed to eradicate King Zhou Wu's abnormality.

He had led the Huang family army to defect to the Western Zhou Dynasty some time ago, and it was only thanks to the mediation of his youngest son, Huang Tianhua, that the brothers were able to escape unscathed.

Huang Feihu knew that the Western Zhou Dynasty was not monolithic; the Huang family army, Deng Jiugong's troops, and the Li family of Chentang Pass were three forces that checked and balanced each other.

If King Wu of Zhou were to make a mistake, the balance would likely crumble in an instant.

"What kind of plague could have caused our army to suffer such heavy losses?"

Huang Feihu looked due south, where the camp under the apricot-yellow flag was deathly still.

He felt a deep sense of regret. The soldiers who had accompanied the army to attack Qinglong Pass were all battle-hardened elites, but now a battalion of several hundred men had been lost.

If morale is damaged, how will we fight against the Shang Dynasty's ghost soldiers in the future?
Jiang Ziya calculated with his fingers and said, "General Huang, the sudden disaster is related to the Three Immortal Maidens of the Jie Sect. I have gathered them in one place, so it should not affect the other soldiers."

"The Three Immortal Maidens?"

Jiang Ziya was somewhat surprised and uncertain when he saw Huang Feihu. "General Huang, do you recognize the Three Immortal Maidens?"

"I heard."

Huang Feihu's breathing was heavy, and the roar of the bull demon came from his body. "Some Jiejiao cultivators mentioned in Chaoge that when the Three Immortal Maidens severed their three corpses, they went into qi deviation and have been in seclusion for hundreds of years."

Jiang Ziya did not understand the realm of immortals, but there is no doubt that severing the three corpses is more profound than the gathering of three flowers at the top and the convergence of five qi. The cultivation of the Three Immortal Maidens may be hidden above that of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; the troubles brought by the Three Immortal Maidens will certainly far exceed those of the Ten Heavenly Kings.

Huang Feihu hesitated for a few moments before adding, "Some Jie Sect cultivators went to the Three Immortal Islands, the sacred site of the Three Immortal Maidens, and only found three female corpses hanging from tree branches. Later..."

"After Zhao Gongming died, the Three Immortal Islands were no longer in the East China Sea."

The two remained silent, both feeling an indescribable pressure, after all, mortal armies simply could not possibly resist the Three Immortal Maidens.

"General Huang, I suspect that the Jie Sect has done something behind Qinglong Pass."

Jiang Ziya could not calculate the cause and effect, but the sudden calamity in the military camp seemed to be delaying the Western Zhou army. As for whether the methods of the Jie Sect were related to the Three Immortal Maidens, it was unknown.

"Inevitably, but there's something we can't do about it."

"Hmm?" Jiang Ziya summoned the Five Detectives to investigate the surrounding situation.

"Grandpa, what is it now?"

Jiang Ziya communicated with the Apricot Yellow Flag and explained in a deep voice, "It's strange. There was clearly no one in the formation. All the corpses had turned to ashes, and the aura of the Three Immortal Maidens had also disappeared."

Huang Feihu asked, "Could it be that there are still traces of its aura left?"

"The apricot-yellow flag has a spirit; it will dismantle the formation if there is no longer any threat within it."

Jiang Ziya's gaze sharpened. "Something's not right. General Huang, would you like to come with me to take a look at the formation?"

"can."

The two walked one after the other, and before long they had come within a hundred meters, where they could see a layer of ashes accumulated at the edge of the magic circle.

Jiang Ziya sighed deeply, knowing that he would never sacrifice a pawn to save the king unless absolutely necessary.

He secretly activated the apricot-yellow flag, and as the light surged, the scene inside the formation became clear, revealing that the surfaces of more than a dozen tents were covered in blood.

"There shouldn't be any left..."

Before Jiang Ziya could finish speaking, Huang Feihu pointed to a corner of the camp.

The two exchanged a glance, their expressions filled with astonishment, for there were actually four corpses hanging inside the formation, four corpses with similar auras!

The body was clearly male, and its movements were perfectly synchronized as it swayed in the wind.

What they feared most was that their divine sense could not see through the true nature of the corpse; its appearance was shrouded in a thick fog.

"Grandpa, shall we enter the battle?"

"Wait a minute, I'm afraid it's just a feint by the Jie Sect."

Jiang Ziya sent a telepathic message to Daoxing Tianzun, who was only a few hundred miles away from Qinglong Pass and immediately prepared to rush to the south camp to find out what was going on.

suddenly.

The frequency of the body shaking increased.

Jiang Ziya and his companion remained frozen in place, their instincts preventing them from advancing. The origins of the four corpses were likely far beyond their wildest imaginations!

The outlines of the corpses began to overlap strangely, and their bodies and souls became identical.

The limbs seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, folding and stretching at an angle that defied common sense, then the torso and the head.

Click click click.

The sounds of dislocated bones were incessant, as if they were being struck directly on the eardrums of the two people.

Jiang Ziya wanted to enter the magic formation, but Huang Feihu stopped him, saying, "The corpses in the formation are definitely not mortals; they must involve immortals."

Immediately afterward, the Corpse Wheel Small World enveloped the camp. "Grandpa, Return to the Void? No, it's the Primordial Chaos Realm?!"

Huang Feihu was utterly astonished. The four corpses should have been identical, but they weren't immortals? Instead, they were cultivators at the Hunyuan Realm?!
To be precise, he is a cultivator who is about to advance to the Returning to the Void Realm.

"Grandpa, shall we come in or not?!"

Huang Feihu let out a low shout and drew his golden-grip spear.

Jiang Ziya's expression turned solemn. The light of the apricot-yellow banner suddenly surged, attempting to suppress the four malevolent corpses. However, in the next instant...

Swish!
The heads of the four corpses suddenly rose, their features still indistinct, yet Jiang Ziya and Huang Feihu felt a chill run down their spines.

Someone was peering through the magic circle, staring intently at them.

An even more horrifying scene unfolded: the outlines of the four corpses completely overlapped.

The corpses were forcibly kneaded together, skin stuck together, bones overlapping, limbs intertwined and fused like vines, ultimately becoming one!

The Corpse Wheel Small World was in an uproar, with spiritual roots spreading throughout it connecting with the Heavenly Dao Tree.

Although Yang He was in a daze, he could comprehend the Dao of Heaven with ease, which made Jiang Ziya and the other man stop in their tracks for a moment.

The small world of Corpse Wheel shook violently, and a wisp of yin energy appeared out of nowhere.

The sparse Yin energy signifies that the Corpse Wheel Small World has become a self-contained realm, officially reaching the bottleneck of the Returning to the Void Realm, which is close to achieving immortality.

"General Huang, let's take advantage of the fact that the corpses haven't broken through yet..."

Before Jiang Ziya could finish speaking, the Three Lives Rope snapped.

Yang He did not land, but hovered in mid-air in an awkward posture. His consciousness gradually cleared, and the three permanent characters had merged into his body and soul.

The strength of the body and soul is being elevated.

He felt as if he had found a lost organ; in a short moment, his physical and spiritual foundation tripled, yet he felt no discomfort whatsoever.

With the help of the deep fusion, the three ghosts leaped towards the Realm of Return to Nothingness.

The small world of corpses returned to the Niwan Palace.

Yang He's pupils reflected the phantom of the Corpse Dao Child, who possessed the physical characteristics of both the Third Prince and the Plague Daoist, and his immortal body had also advanced further.

"This...is this the Realm of Return to Nothingness?"

He didn't find the bottleneck particularly difficult, and his body was filled with Yin energy flowing into his Niwan Palace.

Without any ripples, the Primordial Chaos Realm was the path to the future. At the same time, the three immortal bodies were unified, giving birth to an unprecedented... Corpse Dissolution Immortal Body.

[Innate Corpse Qi Body]

[This was formed from the very first wisp of corpse energy at the beginning of creation. Due to the contamination of Yang poison and the transformation by a true dragon, its physical body did not decay after death, and it breathed in harmony with the Yin.]

[The innate corpse energy body can be consumed to peel away spiritual vision]

Yang He could be said to be the ancestor of all corpse-dissolving immortals in the world, based solely on his innate corpse qi body. He would have to bow down and pay homage.

Moreover, the background of the innate corpse qi is the primordial era, and even when bragging, one can mention Pangu a few times.

[Deep integration has been completed. The permanent characters <Third Prince> and <Plague Taoist> can no longer be played, but some of their identities and backgrounds are retained, and the Biyou Palace seal is preserved. They are integrated into a new permanent character <Three Corpse Taoist>.]

[The Three Corpse Taoist: Legend has it that the Spirit Pearl of Jade Void Palace came to the mortal realm to be reincarnated. Half of the Spirit Pearl fell into the lotus pond and transformed into Nezha, while the other half, after many twists and turns, absorbed a wisp of innate corpse energy and became a spirit named Yang He.]

"As long as the connections between Nezha and the others are not severed, that's fine."

Before Yang He could delve into the wonders of the Innate Corpse Qi Body, the Apricot Yellow Banner had already transformed into a beam of yellow light and fallen into Jiang Ziya's palm.

He scanned the panel and, having completed the fusion, was ready to return to the main world at any time.

"Who are you?!!"

Jiang Ziya and his companion quickly closed in.

They were on high alert, discerning the aura emanating from Yang He, whose origins were definitely not simple, perhaps even tracing back to before the establishment of the two religions.

Is this person only at the Void Return Realm? Or is he a reincarnation who has cultivated again?
Yang He did not reply. Any trace left by his true self in the world of legends could very well have irreversible effects on future generations.

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"confirm."

Whoosh.

The golden spear shot through the air, blasting a deep crater in the ground.

Yang He has vanished without a trace, and there is no indication that he has used any tools or escape techniques.

Jiang Ziya and Yang He thought about it carefully, and Yang He's appearance gradually faded from their minds. After a few breaths, they began to doubt its authenticity.

"Grandpa, could this be a scheme orchestrated by the Jie Sect?"

Jiang Ziya shook his head and said in a deep voice, "There is no time to lose. We must immediately send troops to Qinglong Pass and take it within five days, no, within two days!"

"Okay, I'll get started right away."

"and many more."

Jiang Ziya stopped Huang Feihu, saying, "A general offensive will inevitably result in heavy losses. Since the Three Immortal Maidens have already appeared, I will immediately summon the true lineage of the Chan Sect in preparation for any eventuality."

"Grandfather, your disciple must also be in Xiqi, right? I've long admired your name."

Jiang Ziya was taken aback, and said with a hint of helplessness, "You mean the Corpse Daoist? There is indeed some master-disciple relationship between us, but the Corpse Daoist is a disciple of the Taiyi Zhenren, and should call me Uncle-Master."

Huang Feihu stroked his beard and said, "It has been a long time since I have seen the Corpse Daoist. I feel extremely honored."

"He will come, but the injuries he sustained from the Ten Deadly Formations may not have fully healed."

The backgrounds of the Third Prince and the Plague Taoist are integrated into the Three Corpse Taoist, and even Jiang Ziya did not notice it, with the figures in his memory overlapping.

(End of this chapter)