Mythology

Chapter 296 Innate Corpse Qi Body
Time in the main world resumes its normal flow.

Yang He opened his eyes, and the aura he exuded underwent a dramatic change.

Even though he hadn't become an immortal, Yang He's aura already carried a hint of antiquity, like an ancient powerhouse who had lived since the beginning of time.

Meow! ! !
The black cat emerged from the shadows with a resentful expression. Its skin had mostly healed, but its fur had not yet grown back, making it look like it wasn't wearing pants.

"Hei Zi, go inside the city and keep an eye on things."

The black cat possessed the blood of a Corpse Immortal, and even when it saw Yang He, it had to address him as "Ancestor." It then lowered its head and obediently scurried over the courtyard wall.

Yang He stood at the window, gazing into the distance, his cultivation level at the Void Returning Realm completely exposed.

The unusual characteristics brought about by the innate corpse qi body quietly disappeared.

Yang He pondered the Immortal Body. Although he still couldn't achieve rebirth from a drop of blood, his body and soul were now without any weaknesses. Not only would damage to his organs and head not affect his foundation, but the same applied to his three souls and seven spirits.

Any injury can be recovered to its peak condition given enough time.

"hehe."

"Interesting, the foundation is solid."

"The future should be moving towards immortality."

Yang He was able to easily break through to the Returning to the Void Realm because of his innate Corpse Qi Body; the bottleneck of the ninth realm of immortality could not hold him back.

As the first wisp of corpse energy in the world, it was only a matter of time before he became an immortal and attained enlightenment.

To fully utilize the innate corpse energy body, one still needs to rely on the Corpse Transformation Immortal, but unfortunately, there is not enough time left for him to try it out.

As for traveling to the world of classical stories, unfortunately, there is still Kong Xuan inside the Three Corpse Taoist.

"Even in Journey to the West, I should be able to protect myself, right?"

Yang He felt a little guilty when he thought of Journey to the West. If his previous guess came true, this version of Journey to the West would probably be full of ghosts and gods.

"Let's get through the difficulties of the Nuwa Festival first."

Yang He stared at the festive Pei Bai City, his smile fading. He communicated with the three ghosts within his body using his divine sense, only to discover strange things about the main world.

He hadn't noticed before that the Corpse Wheel Small World couldn't visualize the Heavenly Dao Tree.

At the same time, he had no premonition of any heavenly tribulation.

It seems that only those at the Tribulation Transcending Realm are subject to Heavenly Tribulation, but in reality, those at the Returning to Nothingness Realm can sense Heavenly Tribulation. Yang He had a subtle premonition about it in the world of legends.

The premonition of impending doom in the main world vanished without a trace.

"Could it be that the conditions for becoming an immortal have changed after three thousand years?"

Yang He brought up the control panel.

[Plague Witch: Pupil Ghost (Netherworld Ghost)]

[The Heretical Witch: The Ghostly Demon (Netherworld Demon)]

[Nuoxiang Shaman: Nuoxiang Ghost (Netherworld Ghost)]

【Ghost Realm: The Small World of Corpse Wheels】

Yang He closed his eyes to rest for a long time. The next moment, a third arm emerged from his ribs, its palm holding the constantly opening and closing pupils. In an instant, an extremely dense aura of corpse energy surged out.

Within a radius of ten miles, the demons and monsters of hell were reduced to ashes amidst their screams.

The evil spirits then spread to the second level of hell, but they did not last long before the third level of hell appeared, causing countless deaths and injuries.

Yang He withdrew the Demonic Eye and a large amount of Yin energy, which was then fed back to the Niwan Palace.

The thousand-layered hell was empty, but evil spirits began to emerge again in a short time. Influenced by the corpse energy, 80% of the evil spirits were corpse demons.

"There's still one night until the Nuwa Festival. We'll know the outcome first thing tomorrow morning."

Yang He's consciousness entered the Niwan Palace.

The Corpse Wheel Small World was already the size of a fist, with an area of ​​just over a thousand feet. A faint Yin energy lingered within the small world, and the terrain had already shown hills, ravines, plains, and so on.

The desolation remains desolate, yet it is very much in line with the real world.

With a thought, Yang He sent the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple and the Ten Absolute Cities into the Corpse Wheel Small World at the same time, causing dust to fly everywhere and the Yin energy to become extremely turbid.

Only after achieving the Return to the Void Realm can the Celestial Court of the Cave Heaven officially reside in the small world. Yang He didn't even need to refine it; the Ten Absolute Cities immediately began supplying Yin Qi, and a continuous drizzle fell on various parts of the Corpse Wheel Small World.

Rainwater nourished the small world, and some ditches formed shallow pools of water.

The purpose of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple is to protect the Corpse Wheel Small World. Ordinary cultivators only dare to release their Small World when they reach the Returning to the Void Realm, but they still have to be very careful, for fear of damaging the Small World.

Yang He is different; the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple possesses a portion of the innate corpse qi body.

As long as the flesh and blood Taoist temple exists, the Corpse Wheel Small World will continue to be repaired, and the three guardian deities within the temple can also actively fight off enemies.

Ooh ooh ooh~~

The crowing of roosters breaks the silence of the night, heralding the arrival of the Nuwa Festival.

Before the morning mist had even dissipated, Peibai City had already transformed into a scarlet 'cocoon,' its rich atmosphere making it impossible to tell that it hadn't been held for three thousand years.

Three feet of red silk, painted with snake patterns, hangs from the eaves of every household.

As the sun rises, people bring statues of Nuwa to the streets and alleys.

The wealthier ones have gilded stone statues, while most are clay sculptures of deities.

Or it could simply be a Nuwa statue made of white paper.

"May the saints bestow blessings!!!"

A hoarse shout pierced the sky as twelve bare-chested, burly men carried a palanquin out of the temple, inside which a statue of Nuwa was draped in a golden silk robe.

Yang He leaned against the window and watched, while Old Man Yang waved incense and candles in front of the door.

"Meow!"

The black cat arched its back, its fur bristling, and frantically scratched at Yang He's trouser leg.

Yang He narrowed his eyes, a hint of annoyance rising in his heart. He opened his right palm, and his five fingers seemed to be burning like incense sticks.

The Nuwa Festival was just beginning to take shape, and countless taboos were already spreading.

"As a disciple of Nuwa, how could I not know about Nuwa's festival?"

"Even if you didn't participate in that incident three thousand years ago, you wouldn't have been burned to ashes, right?"

Yang He clenched his fist, and after slowly walking out of the courtyard, the strangeness disappeared. Mortals were deceived, and cultivators were bound by taboos. It seemed that the Nuwa Festival did not intend to let anyone be absent.

He looked around the street and saw that the people were all dressed in unusual ways, like shamans from three thousand years ago.

Yang He activated the Nuo Xiang ghost, transforming himself into a Taoist robe resembling that of a theatrical martial arts performer, with a copper coin sword at his waist, a precious bone tomb in his left hand, and an extremely bizarre mask in his right.

Compared to when I first mastered the Nuo Xiang Gui (a type of exorcism ritual), the mask patterns are now more intricate, conveying a sense of completeness.

"coming."

The people spontaneously began to sing the sacrificial hymns.

"A snake's body coils around a star-like embryo, an umbilical cord hangs from a decaying plant, mud surges and crushes a skull, and deep in the yellow earth, a corpse is conceived..."

Yang He, with his foresight, looked up and saw that not only Peibai City, nor only Jialiang Water Town, but the entire territory of the Grand Court was singing praises!
The saint has been resurrected!!
They are welcoming the resurrection of the saint!
Countless threads extended from the heads of the people, representing their longing for the goddess Nuwa, and then extended into the depths of hell.

[Spiritual Vision: 51.8]

Yang He did not see the Goddess Nuwa in the sixth level of hell, but his spiritual vision did not lie, and the speed at which it was growing was terrifying.

The Great Merchant Seal trembled.

Yang He noticed that the message from Yi Qidong was extremely urgent.

"Fairy!"

"Save the people of Dasi!!!"

Yang He had already made his decision. His cultivation had reached the Returning Void Realm. Although he did not intend to completely expose himself to the Great Court, it was time to let some people know that there was such an ancient immortal.

To become an immortal, one must combine the resources of the Daoist traditions of both realms.

"Come and greet me in person!"

The four words, like a divine decree, shook Yi Qidong so much that his head throbbed, even though they were thousands of miles apart. However, the garrison commander showed a look of wild joy on his face.

(End of this chapter)