Mythology

Chapter 300 Grand Ancestor Yang He
Yang He's condition was very bad, but not unacceptable.

After all, he finally got a chance to use the Corpse Transformation Immortal technique. Even if his body and soul were severely injured, it wouldn't matter. As long as he had a breath left, even the most serious injuries could be healed by his innate corpse qi body.

Hanyang Pass remained in the first level of hell, with smoke and dust billowing everywhere.

Click click click.

As Yang He walked, bits of flesh kept falling from his joints. Before the pieces of flesh even hit the ground, they turned into corpse energy and returned to his mouth and nose.

The three demons roared incessantly within the Niwan Palace.

Yang He couldn't understand the ghost language, but he could tell with his toes that it was cursing.

He glanced at the treasures he carried. The Treasure Bone Tomb was missing ten thousand heads, and the Copper Coin Sword contained more than a dozen coins, both of which were slightly damaged.

However, since the problem wasn't fundamentally damaged, it can be fixed when the opportunity arises.

"Young man, you should believe what I said by now, right?"

Yang He stopped at the city gate, while Si Nantu knelt down not far away.

There were more than a dozen Grand Commanders left at Hanyang Pass, but Si Nantu, who had the highest cultivation level, was the most seriously injured. He almost died because he looked directly at the true form of the Three Corpses Daoist and his soul was scattered.

Thanks to the eye worm hidden inside Yang He's body for protection.

"Cough cough."

Si Nantu opened his mouth and spat out a large number of lenses. His head was pierced by a crack, through which mercury-like flesh could be seen shimmering with a faint light.

"Junior Si Nantu greets the venerable ancestor."

He bowed respectfully, and then a pill appeared in his mouth.

The elixir melts instantly upon entering the mouth, its medicinal power stabilizing the body and soul.

"Ancestor, when will you be willing to return to the Grand Court? We await your arrival."

Si Nantu looked up and saw Yang He standing in the smoke and dust, appearing and disappearing, seemingly unaffected by his previous confrontation with the ghosts and gods.

Are you sure everyone wants me to show up?

Yang He's words were tinged with a hint of mockery, leaving Si Nantu speechless for a moment.

"The sage has descended to the mortal world and has become an indelible part of every household. In the future, there will be more and more believers who worship Nuwa."

Yang He recalled the fleeting glimpse of the human mother and glanced out of the corner of his eye toward the sixth level of hell.

The Nine Netherworld Maiden has retreated to the depths of the endless hell, and the gap is slowly healing, as if the mortal realm has escaped another catastrophe.

He didn't know what a mother was, but she was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Si Nantu muttered to himself, "The sage has returned. So this is what the sage's return is like. The being who once influenced an entire era in ancient times... has returned."

Has the Nuwa Festival ended?

No, the belief in the goddess Nuwa has taken deep root in people's hearts.

Not only on March 15th, but in the future, believers are destined to try to worship the Goddess Nuwa, and it is very likely that it will become more and more extreme.

It is similar to the initial teachings.

No, although the Zishi Sect may engage in blood sacrifices, they at least distinguish between benefits and harms, so it remains within the control of the Grand Court.

The followers of saints, however, are not like that; their madness is blind.

Yang He let out a long, melancholy sigh. "Throughout history, how many sages have there been? Is the Grand Council and the imperial court prepared to face a time of chaos and demonic strife?"

Si Nantu's face turned deathly pale, his fear evident in his expression.

"Young man, Hanyang Pass will return to the mortal realm in half a day."

Yang He stared intently at the compass, "Next time we meet, I hope to get a glimpse into the lineage of the Grand Minister's court in future generations."

He knew that chaos was bound to erupt in the world sooner or later, and it was necessary to prepare to step into the limelight.

This world is insane.

I need more help to find ordinary things.

"Ancestor, you..."

Si Nantu wanted to inquire about Yang He's attitude towards the Grand Court, but the latter had vanished without a trace, leaving only the empty Hanyang Pass. Lost in thought, he was suddenly struck by the cacophony of voices.

Two hundred thousand people appeared in the city, but they were all too weak to move.

Si Nantu stood there blankly for an unknown amount of time before a look of determination appeared on his face. He then summoned a life-sized mirror.

For Yin spirits and ghosts (Primordial Realm), they can enter and exit shallow hell through the Great Judicial Seal.

He endured the injuries to his body and soul and disappeared into the mirror.

The other end of the mirror connects to a certain place in the Grand Court, a dimly lit environment where you can't see your hand in front of your face, with only a few dim yellow candles flickering softly.

The room was filled with the scent of ancient books.

A rustling sound sounded.

“Sinantu, this old man’s lifespan is almost over, and you’re the only one who comes to see me often. Hmm, your body and soul are quite badly injured.”

A hunched figure, three or four meters tall, crawled over, candlelight flickering, and rows of wooden shelves surrounded it, displaying a large number of human brains.

"Senior, I have something I'd like to ask you."

"Ask me?!!"

The voice turned shrill, and the hunched figure breathed heavily, "My lifespan is exhausted, I'm just waiting to die here, I've even forgotten what year it is outside, what can I say to you?"

The human brain on the wooden frame was bleeding, seemingly in fear of the hunched figure.

"Commander Wang, please help me see if he is really... an immortal, or if he is an immortal from the Shang Dynasty three thousand years ago."

"Immortals? There are no immortals in the mortal world."

Commander Wang regained his senses and slowly walked into the light.

Its body was covered in stitches, and it was pieced together from dozens of evil spirits, barely resembling a human form.

Si Nantu opened his chest and abdomen, and a blurry image of the Three Corpse Taoist flashed in the mirror.

Commander Wang trembled all over. "Impossible, impossible! Even immortals have become ghosts and gods. How could they have survived?"

Si Nantu appeared cautious in front of Commander Wang.

He knew many commanders, all of whom were mentally extreme mad Taoists who had failed to become immortals and had all become non-human.

Wang Lan is not normal, but at least he poses no threat to the ancestor.

"senior."

"and many more!!!"

Wang Lan grinned and shouted, "I remember something."

He disappeared into the darkness and began searching. After a short while, he emerged slowly, holding a human brain. "It contains the method of resuscitation," he said.

Si Nantu looked somewhat helpless; his illogical thinking was a sign of being driven mad by his own madness.

"It was created by our Grand Master's ancestor three thousand years ago. However, the initial revival method was rather rudimentary, only allowing cultivation to the four realms. Moreover, the subsequent Ghost Realm has been proven unfeasible through multiple verifications."

"If a celestial being were to be born, it would probably be him."

“Liu Zhishang, that’s right, Liu Zhishang.”

Wang Lan scanned the human brain with his divine sense and found that "the opening contains a lot of disorganized content, and it would be difficult to preserve it intact after three thousand years..."

"No, the opening is wrong!"

Perhaps because they had met Yang He before, the chaotic sentences became orderly in their eyes, and the two could not suppress their astonishment.

The content that had been erased without being seen has resurfaced, and Liu Zhishang's last words resonate throughout history.

'When I created the method of revival, I received instruction from ten disciples of immortals.'

They claimed to be the ten sons of the Yang family, and said their father was an immortal.

'His father's true form was several feet tall, and his body was shrouded in an aura of death; wherever he passed, vegetation, birds, and beasts were reduced to ashes.'

Si Nantu collapsed to the ground. Yang He was even more unfathomable than he had imagined. Could the Nine Netherworld's revival method from three thousand years ago have been because... it foresaw the division of Yin and Yang in the world?
What exactly is the background of the Grand Master Ancestor?
(End of this chapter)