Mythology

Chapter 298 The Arrival of the Nine Netherworld Maiden

The moment Hanyang Pass fell to the first level of hell, thick fog had already enveloped the city, looking at it at first glance like the surging incense from a temple.

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

The eerie murmurs echoed, not like the people reciting a prayer, but more like they came from the depths of endless hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Si Nantu had no other choice; the trouble was beyond his ability to resolve.

Yang He arrived at Hanyang Pass, withdrew the Great Shang Dharma Seal he had been holding in his palm, and countless insect eggs scattered in the blink of an eye.

Si Nantu staggered back several steps, clearly feeling the foreign object enter his body.

He was astonished. If it weren't for the ghostly pupil that opened between Yang He's eyebrows, he would have no special characteristics at all; he would have been just an ordinary mortal.

As a result, his divine sense was unable to see through it even slightly.

"Drips of milk fall onto humus-rich honey, strands of hair spread across the soul-devouring moss..."

Yang He's expression turned solemn. He could feel his spiritual vision surging unnaturally. The whispers from the depths of hell must be coming from ghosts and gods.

He wasn't unprepared for this trip; at least the black cat didn't come along.

The black cat had an extra head in its mustard seed space. Yang He removed it before the immortal body's feedback was finished, so that once he died, he could recover his body and soul by relying on his innate corpse qi body.

The only pity is that the innate corpse qi body cannot be fully utilized.

Yang He wants to restore his body and soul, which may take several decades, or even two or three hundred years, but it is still better than the order of the main world being overturned and having no chance to catch his breath.

"Old man..."

Si Nantu was about to speak when Yang He glanced at him and rendered him speechless.

“Young man, if you want to save the 200,000 ordinary people at Hanyang Pass, do as I say. You don’t have much time left.”

"who are you?"

Yang He closed his pupil demon, destroying the insect eggs that had just been released, because even the eye insects would be affected by the incantation.

"Does it matter? Hanyang Pass is about to collapse again."

"Impossible," Si Nantu said incredulously. "At the current speed, it will take about half an hour to reach the second level of hell."

The words had barely left his mouth when a deafening roar echoed through the clouds.

Blood-red rust was spreading across the ground and walls, and the temperature had plummeted to the point of frost; it was already the second level of hell.

Three or four streaks of light disappeared outside the city without prior arrangement.

The pacification envoy has undergone at least five resurrections, and his mental state is extremely unstable. Without the restraint of the Grand Court, he would probably be a demonic cultivator who sacrifices blood for the town. How could he be willing to risk his life for mortals?

Yang He ignored Si Nantu's thoughts and relayed the message to the latter.

Si Nantu was digesting the content, and what he was being taught was how to set up live stakes. The detailed description of where to place the live stakes at Hanyang Pass resulted in a large-scale formation that was so complex that it was impossible to understand.

Yang He imitated the magic formation Jiang Ziya used at Chentang Pass, which dragged the entire city back to the surface from the depths of the East China Sea. His own method of driving life-sustaining stakes should have some effect.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, we just need to get through today's Nuwa Festival.

Si Nantu has a certain ability to identify magic arrays and realized that Yang He meant no harm. "This old man... I'm afraid it's too late for this junior."

"Don't worry, it will take effect once you've completed two or three-tenths of it."

Yang He added calmly, "I can't show myself yet, for fear that the ghosts and spirits behind me will recognize me, making the situation difficult to control."

Si Nantu was speechless for a moment, then immediately complied.

Yang He's words were true. Although they were all pseudonyms in the fictional world, their true forms combined with the immortal bodies of the regular characters had a very similar aura.

He suspected that the one reciting the sacrificial inscription was the Netherworld Maiden.

The desires of the common people might not be enough to summon the goddess Nuwa, so the sage needed a stepping stone. Once Hanyang Pass had fallen to a certain depth, it would serve as a stepping stone for the sage's descent.

Yi Qidong and the other dared not say anything more. A strange sensation came from the ground, as if the entire town was slowly sinking into the stomach of an evil spirit.

The fog grew thicker, revealing distorted human silhouettes swaying, only to vanish in an instant, leaving behind only faint whispers.

Rumble.

The third level of hell is just around the corner.

Si Nantu's overall coordination ability was quite good, and at the same time, setting up stakes was relatively simple, so he kept burying constables all over the city.

Yang He looked up at the sky, if it could still be called the sky.

The leaden-gray clouds had now turned into a chaotic dark red, like flesh that had been peeled away, constantly oozing viscous shadows.

As the third level of hell arrived, the sound of thick flesh being peeled away echoed from Hanyang Pass.

"Oh shit."

Yang He's spiritual vision could glimpse the sixth level of hell, where he saw an overwhelming human face crawling into it. The enormous creature's features lay across the entire sky, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

But unlike the Nine Netherworld Maidens we knew, the scene that came into view was indescribable.

The ghosts and gods were pieced together from 129,600 upside-down female bodies, their heads all turned inside out into their chest cavities, and their cervical vertebrae pierced through their backs and grew into strange snake-shaped limbs.

"How could the Nine Netherworld Maiden have turned into such a disgusting sight?"

"And what about the goddess Nuwa?"

The goddess Nuwa from three thousand years ago was already non-human, and it's hard to imagine what she looks like now. What exactly happened between ancient and modern times?
"No, let the ghosts and gods keep their eyes on us."

"If we had acted even a little later, the Nine Netherworld Maiden would have descended upon Hanyang Pass."

Yang He's current strength ranks among the top in the ninth realm of immortality, but he is somewhat overconfident in the face of ghosts and gods. The oppressive feeling brought by ghosts and gods in later generations is even greater than that of the Twelve Golden Immortals.

"Damn it, when did the Twelve Golden Immortals become a unit of measurement?"

He turned around and said, "Yi Qidong, Lei Dechang, you must get away from the government immediately and never look back, otherwise your bodies and souls will be easily damaged."

The two looked at Yang He in surprise, who had already covered his face with a mask.

Yang He's posture became bizarre, as he danced the Nuo opera before the sacrifice, with the flag behind him growing in the wind, and the character "尸" (corpse) revealing a sense of death.

He once attempted to use the Corpse Transformation Technique, but it ended in failure.

It's different now.

Yang He could vaguely sense that the Three Corpse Daoist, who lived in the same era as him, was already very complete, although he was still missing the story of Jiang Ziya conferring titles upon immortals and gods.

However... later generations of the Three Corpse Taoists were able to reveal their secrets through the Nuo Xiang Ghost.

Yang He closed his eyes, his Nuo dance posture frozen at Kui Xing kicking the Dipper, his consciousness seemed to have entered an unknown layer of hell, where he saw a terrifying corpse with an infinite volume.

The moment the flag bearing the character for "corpse" fluttered in the wind, Hanyang Pass fell into an eerie silence.

Si Nantu was covered in dust, a disheveled state caused by the practice of driving stakes. The practice of driving stakes had already had some effect, but Hanyang Pass had fallen too quickly.

Before long, we will reach the third level of hell.

The people were still worshipping Nuwa, but they seemed to have regained consciousness. Their movements were out of control, and tears were flowing uncontrollably.

"kindness?"

Si Nantu trembled all over, overwhelmed by an indescribable stench of corpses.

That was the first wisp of primordial corpse energy at the beginning of heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)