Mythology

Chapter 299 The Arrival of the Three Corpse Taoist
The earth trembled, and thick smoke billowed and rose like ink.

Si Nantu suddenly turned around and saw the Hanyang Pass government office collapse with a crash, instantly enveloping the surrounding area in a chilling atmosphere.

Two hundred thousand ordinary people were struck dumb, frozen in place as if by lightning.

On countless pale faces, fear spread like a tide, and all eyes were now focused on the phantom deep in the smoke and dust.

An indescribable...ghosts and spirits have descended!

"Who is he?! Impossible! How could anyone in this world transform into a ghost or god?! Who is he?!?!"

Si Nantu clutched his head in despair, his Dao heart showing signs of going astray.

The afterimage was a full ten meters long.

To be precise, its volume is constantly increasing over time.

Si Nantu took out the scorching hot official document, on which a line of writing was clearly displayed. Immediately afterwards, the endless light brought by the phantom was released with a roar.

[The Supreme Celestial Inspector]

"The Supreme Celestial Inspector? Why have I never seen him in any ancient texts?!"

"Could he really be our Grand Master's ancestor?!"

The sun shines brightly in the sky.

As Yang He's little world descended, a sun shaped like an eyeball appeared above his head, and a dense jungle of limbs sprouted from the streets and alleys.

Si Nantu sensed that Yang He was single-handedly fighting against the impending doom of Hanyang Pass.

No one present could open their eyes, and the crowd stopped murmuring prayers; all that remained in their hearts was the shock of what they were witnessing.

"Hahaha!"

The image of the compass rose as if a madman were laughing.

He was two hundred years older than Yi Qidong and knew many secrets within the Grand Minister's court, including the legendary 'Ghost Kingdom Grand Minister' deep in hell.

It is said that the Grand Master of the Ghost Kingdom abandoned the mortal world because only in the depths of hell can one obtain the conditions to become an immortal and attain enlightenment; to shed one's mortal form would mean becoming no longer human!

As the Nuwa Festival approached, the high-ranking officials of the Grand Minister's Court were already discussing whether to abandon their earthly foundation and pursue the Grand Minister of the Ghost Kingdom. As it turns out, our Grand Minister of the Earthly Court also has immortals!
"Heaven bless our Great Chief! Our ancestor, who has been asleep for three thousand years, has awakened!"

Si Nantu spread his arms and extended his ribs outward, and a two-meter-tall mirror ghost stood in place.

He wanted to use the Mirror Ghost's abilities to see the true face of his ancestor and compare it with the ancient texts, which would surely reveal some clues.

"This is……"

Si Nantu's eyes widened, and even his breathing stopped. As the smoke and dust from the government office dissipated, the illusory image, which had grown to a hundred meters tall, left an indelible mark on his retina.

The Three Corpse Taoist was dressed in a gray robe, which was not made of cloth, but was woven from human sinews, with countless skulls at the ends.

Layers of sharp, ring-shaped teeth sprouted from the skull's mouth.

The hem of the robe swayed without wind, and at the same time, the skull emitted the cry of an owl.

The most terrifying thing is the twelve vertebrae of the Nuo banner behind him. Inside the pale white vertebrae are twisted human figures. Upon closer inspection, they are actually twelve different versions of Yang He from different periods, seemingly repeating the cycle of self-immolation, decay, and rebirth.

Yang He's Nuo mask had become an integral part of his skin and flesh, and his limbs were extremely long and narrow, giving Si Nan Tu the illusion of being towering and upright.

"Well."

The combination of the laws of heaven and earth with the transformation of corpses into immortals can be said to be the pinnacle of mortal supernatural powers.

Yang He's energy consumption was also enormous, even affecting his lifespan, which had been reduced by more than ten years in just a few breaths.

He's fine, as the Guixu Realm has a lifespan of eight hundred years.

Furthermore, the opportunity to extend his lifespan by traveling between the two worlds is plentiful for Yang He. In the future, he might even be able to steal peaches with Monkey King.

Boom! ! !
Seemingly sensing Yang He's threat, the Nine Nether Maidens of the Sixth Hell let out a hiss, extending a scarlet tongue from her mouth, pulling Hanyang Pass down into the depths of hell at an even faster speed.

Yang He felt no fear whatsoever, even though he might find it difficult to face the Nine Netherworld Maiden at her peak.

But he is not a ghost or god, and he is not bound by the endless hell. Even Nuwa, well, a saint would probably have a hard time.

Yang He raised his eyes and met Jiu You Su Nu's gaze.

Immediately, three beams of spiritual light entered Yang He's upper, middle, and lower dantian.

Yang He pointed to the middle dantian in his chest, and a three-legged cauldron seventy or eighty meters long emerged from it. In an instant, the yin energy of the entire Hanyang Pass subsided.

After becoming a Corpse Immortal, one can store items of Yin Treasure or higher into the Three Dantian, allowing the items to receive the blessing of the Three Corpse Daoists, which will greatly increase the power of the Yin Treasure.

The three-legged cauldron was covered with a layer of flesh, and its surface was speckled with corpse spots.

Boom! ! !
Yang He placed the three-legged cauldron on the government office, slowing down the speed at which Hanyang Pass was falling into hell.

He took a deep breath, and two hundred thousand mortals disappeared from their original spot, reappearing in various underground locations within the city, becoming part of the "living stakes."

It may cause mortals to lose their vital energy, but it's still better than dying without knowing why.

Hanyang Pass was so close to the fourth level of hell, yet it couldn't get any closer. Then, it began to slowly rise back towards the mortal realm.

The Nine Netherworld Maiden stared at Yang He, unwilling to give up, and chased after him toward the third level of hell.

The head passed through the barrier between hell and the flesh rotted away, showing that even ghosts and gods must follow the rule of the division between yin and yang.

Of all the cultivators present, only Si Nantu witnessed the Nine Netherworld Maiden.

Si Nantu had completely regarded Yang He as the Grand Ancestor. Upon seeing Jiuyou Su Nu, he couldn't help but show concern. The two seemed to be evenly matched, but Yang He was clearly slightly inferior.

After sleeping for three thousand years, our ancestor probably still hasn't recovered his strength to the level of an immortal.

"Hey."

Si Nantu's ears were ringing, and Yang He's voice echoed in his mind, "Young man, make sure to capture the image of the Mirror Ghost clearly, otherwise it will be difficult to explain back to the Grand Court."

"What?!!"

Yang He did not reply, but took out one item from his upper and lower dantian respectively.

Precious Bone Tomb. Copper Coin Sword.

“Nine Netherworld Maiden, you are not the goddess Nuwa who was petitioned by the people. It is really too much of a stretch for you to descend to the mortal world based on the thoughts of ordinary people.”

The precious bone marrow writhed in Yang He's palm, its stark white joints twisting and extending like a living thing, transforming in the blink of an eye into a sixteen-story pagoda of the spine.

Thick, sticky blood seeped from the joints, and a dense network of veins appeared on the surface of the tower, as if it were breathing like a living thing.

The copper coin sword emitted a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and the copper coins strung together on the blade cracked open, with scarlet eyeballs squeezing out from the coin holes.

Blood and pus flowed from the blades, and their eyes were fixed on the direction of the Nine Netherworld Maiden.

Yang He felt that his appearance was no different from that of an immortal or god. Then, the three ghosts in his body let out hysterical howls, urging him to end the Corpse Immortal transformation as soon as possible.

The three ghosts unanimously declared that if they continued to maintain the status quo, the Corpse Immortal would have to die at Hanyang Pass.

Yang He shook his head slightly. The drawbacks of the Corpse Immortal are indeed very great now. Only the true body can try to use it. If the permanent character uses it, he will die. The Three Corpse Daoist also cannot last more than ten breaths.

However, the potential of the Corpse Immortal is limitless. The stories he has experienced can make the future Three Corpse Daoist even more powerful.

It's not impossible that the power they borrow could rival that of the Three Pure Ones.

Roar! ! !
When the Nine Netherworld Maiden arrived at the fourth level of hell, most of her flesh had rotted away, revealing her stark white bones.

Yang He remained motionless, but the copper coin sword had already wrapped around Bao Gu Ling, and then the eyeballs on the sword opened with bursts of bloody light.

A bottomless rift was torn open in the sky.

Countless rotting arms were waving on both sides of the crack, frantically scratching at the air and making a sound like bones rubbing together.

The copper coin sword plunged deep into the endless hell, seemingly transforming into a centipede as it lunged at the Netherworld Maiden.

"Well."

Yang He grunted. He had only just come into contact with the Nine Netherworld Maiden, and his soul was almost severely damaged. His spiritual vision was increasing exponentially.

The mausoleum is tilted, with heads of all sizes scattered everywhere.

The eye-worm embedded between the eyebrows of the head surged along the sword towards the Nine Netherworld Maiden.

The endless hell is a place you can only enter but never leave. Yang He completely treated his head as cannon fodder in order to buy even a moment's time.

Its head was tearing at Jiuyou Su Nu, while the sword was wrapped around her neck.

In Si Nantu's eyes, Yang He seemed to be handling things with ease, while the ghosts and gods that the Grand Court feared so much were actually in a sorry state.

In reality, the injuries of the Nine Netherworld Maiden were caused by the Reverse Flow Endless Hell.

Yang He squinted, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the cracked mirror ghost in the compass, where most of his images had already been recorded.

With a slight thought, he caused the three-legged cauldron to sway from side to side.

The city wall of Hanyang Pass is actually collapsing.

The small world of corpses began to engulf Hanyang Pass from its edge.

Si Nantu initially didn't understand the reason and thought Yang He hadn't meant to affect it, but he soon noticed the shrinkage of Hanyang Pass's area, making it easier for the town to escape from endless hell.

And indeed, that was the case; Hanyang Pass was subsequently returned to the second level of hell.

The giant, standing a hundred meters tall, remained calm and composed, surrounded by three Yin treasures. A hint of resentment flashed in the eyes of the Nine Netherworld Maiden, but she could not go any further.

Unbeknownst to Yang He, his spiritual vision had already reached 67.

The sixth level of hell became increasingly clear in my eyes.

now.

Yang He's pupils shrank, and his spiritual vision suddenly jumped to 71.

Suddenly, the lower half of the Nine Netherworld Maiden's body came into view, with countless blood vessels protruding and flesh pulling at something like ropes.

"Nuwa?"

The moment the thought arose, a tiny crack appeared in the sixth level of hell.

Even a fleeting glimpse nearly caused Yang He to suffer a qi deviation, while his own saintly master was swept away by the tide.

Compared to three thousand years ago, Nuwa is somehow even more...

Is it normal now?
Her head was as beautiful as a lotus flower, her black hair cascaded down to her shoulders like an ink waterfall, and her skin had a soft, fluorescent glow. From her waist down, her serpentine body coiled around her.

This is the image of Nuwa that Yang He had in mind.

Instead of the indescribable creatures made up of countless hands and feet during the festivals of the Shang Dynasty, could it be that the sages had already escaped the demonization three thousand years ago?

"Something's wrong!!!!!"

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine; the information revealed by his spiritual vision was unusual.

[Mother]

Secondly, since my regular character is a disciple of Nuwa, I can at least tell the difference.

The being that drifted from the depths of endless hell is not the goddess Nuwa at all!!
The mother opened her bright green eyes, leaned closer to the gap, and gave Yang He a kind smile, as if she were looking at her young child.

Yang He felt nauseous and decisively discarded a few copper coins from the sword.

"Am I seriously ill? I find the evil version of Nuwa appealing, but I can't stand the normal version. Damn it, damn it!!"

The copper coin sword slashed with force.

Hanyang Pass lost one-third of its area, thus returning to the first level of hell. However, to prevent triggering the taboo of the Nuwa Festival again, Yang He did not rush to return the town to the mortal realm.

Yang He returned to normal and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, the cultivators were too preoccupied to notice the Grand Ancestor's disheveled state.

(End of this chapter)