Mythology

Chapter 301 Grandson greets Ancestor
Wang Lan was trembling all over, and the shadow beneath his feet was spreading.

The shadowy texture was like asphalt, and countless ghostly faces hissed as it boiled, creating an extremely terrifying aura that made Si Nantu stop breathing.

Just as Si Nantu thought Wang Lan was about to mistakenly kill him, an uncontrollable murmur came from within.

"What incredible supernatural powers! If we didn't know of His existence, we probably wouldn't be able to find a single trace of Him in any historical records."

Si Nantu could sense the fear in Wang Lan's words.

Regardless of whether Yang He is the Grand Ancestor or not, he can cause the collapse of the order in the mortal realm.

Wang Lan reached out and grabbed Si Nantu, searching haphazardly on the latter's body. Finally, he found a wisp of cotton wool stained with the aura of death inside the Taoist robe.

He held the cotton wadding close to the heads on the wooden frame.

"not my business!"

"Move it further away!!"

"My lord, this is terrifying! The smell is absolutely horrifying!!"

The human head may seem sinister, but it actually contains a wealth of information. It is a jade slip, perfected by the Grand Court based on the traditions of the Zishi Sect.

This is mainly because the transmission of Taoist traditions is related to ghosts and gods, and cannot be preserved through conventional means.

"I know!!"

The head in the corner shouted loudly; it contained the methods of the Corpse Demon Path.

"Primordial Corpse Qi! The first wisp of corpse qi since the creation of heaven and earth, the source of the Corpse Demon Path, the first corpse in this world, no, in the entire primordial era!!"

Si Nantu's chest heaved violently; that would mean more than three thousand years, even ten thousand years would be too short.

Perhaps in Yang He's eyes, the first corpse in the primordial world is nothing more than this. After all, both sects have many figures from the beginning of heaven and earth, such as Zhao Gongming, who was transformed from the first wisp of breeze at the beginning of the world.

But three thousand years later, the path to immortality had been severed, let alone the ancient immortals who once walked alongside sages, who were now practically unreachable.

The two looked at each other for a long time before they could process the news.

"Lord Wang, if... if the Grand Marshal had the protection of the Ancestor, what would we have to worry about in this situation of internal and external troubles? We..."

"Don't jump to conclusions. The ancestor is the ancestor, and the Grand Master is the Grand Master."

Wang Lan repeatedly perused the Resurrection Method, saying, "How can we coerce our ancestor into making decisions? You must know, he... he has tens of thousands of years of experience."

"Then... what should I do? Or... should I secretly conceal the ancestor's birth?"

"It's pointless. Don't treat the garrison commanders like fools. They may not know that the immortal is the Grand Ancestor, but they must already know of the immortal's existence."

Wang Lan knew that the stagnant Grand Court desperately needed the Ancestor to act as a stabilizing force.

The Grand Court, after two thousand years of development, has gradually degenerated into a rotten, decaying body, and its ability to stand firm is solely due to the separation of Yin and Yang.

It's like a horse-drawn carriage traveling down a hill.

With the inertia of going downhill, the carriage will continue to move, but if the path changes, the carriage will fall apart.

With so many troubles arising now, Nuwa's resurrection may only be the beginning.

"Sinantu, what did the ancestor say to you?"

He mentioned that the next time they meet, he will be able to get a glimpse into the lineage of the Grand Master.

Wang Lan nodded, realizing that the ancestor was willing to make contact with the Grand Court, and that a chance to attain immortality was presented to them.

“Senior, the Ancestor did not conceal his whereabouts.”

Si Nantu hesitated for a few moments, "Our ancestor should reside in Peibai City, a water town in Jialiang."

"Where is Jialiang Water Town?" Wang Lan asked, somewhat bewildered. The name Jialiang Water Town seemed completely unfamiliar to him. Could it be somewhere in Zhongzhou?
“The area east of Xishan is adjacent to the coast of the East China Sea.”

Wang Lan's mouth gaped slightly. Wasn't it just a remote place with scarce resources?
Why would the ancestor choose Jialiang Water Town to rebuild his immortal path?

“Sinantu, you don’t need to go back to Hanyang Pass. Take me to Peibai City in Jialiang Water Town as soon as possible. I want to see the Ancestor in person.”

"it is good."

Wang Lan's breathing quickened. His Dao heart, which had died due to the exhaustion of his lifespan, began to stir. Perhaps this was his only remaining chance to become an immortal!

Si Nantu reopened his chest and abdomen, and the two entered the mirror one after the other.

.........

At the same time, Hanyang Pass began to slowly rise towards the world of the living.

Two hundred thousand people gathered in the town, with decorations prepared for the Nuwa Festival scattered everywhere, and everyone looking dazed and confused.

Only when the sun sets in the west can Hanyang Pass finally escape the shackles of endless hell.

The dilapidated town looked as if it had suffered a natural disaster.

Thousands of constables gathered on the official road outside the city, with many of them led by garrison commanders.

The atmosphere was more somber.

The envoys, each representing a deeply entrenched power within the Grand Court, came to meet Yang He, the immortal from three thousand years ago.

They didn't know the immortal's identity; they only wanted to find out Yang He's origins.

Yu Zheng carefully blended into the crowd, with Chen Qian beside him. The two of them, dressed as constables, stood respectfully by the roadside in silence.

Chen Qian, with the help of her incomplete immortal body and the resources gathered by the Fuyang Chamber of Commerce, managed to acquire some of Chen Qian's assets.

It has already reached the realm of fierce ghosts (sitting on the alchemy core).

Yu is currently killing the ghost (concentrating his mind), and he has already traveled halfway.

"Senior Brother Yu, you've arrived."

Chen Qian put away the copper coins she used for fortune-telling and looked towards the city gate, where three figures were brazenly approaching the crowd.

Yang He smiled, and the small world of corpses enveloped the area around him.

Yi Qidong and Lei Dechang followed cautiously behind. Yu Zheng and the other man sensed that Yang He's connection was purely due to his immortal body, but the chief constable turned a blind eye and even sent his subordinates into the city to search for him.

Yang He approached them, and the garrison commander was only half a meter away.

Once one advances to the Returning to the Void Realm, it means that the small world is completely independent, making it easy to conceal one's existence without the need for a physical body or Taoist robe.

"Let's go."

Yang He glanced at the four people and said, "You should all consider whether you want to accompany me to meet with the high-ranking officials of the Grand Court. Don't worry, I won't pursue the matter."

Yi Qidong and Lei Dechang hesitated slightly, but quickly made up their minds. Before they could reply, Chen Qian had already stated her position.

Chen Qian's eyes were filled with reverence; she wouldn't mind if Yang He took her life.

“Disciple Chen Qian has been working to build up power for the Immortal Master. The Fuyang Chamber of Commerce has spread across forty-six regions and more than two hundred towns.”

Yu Zheng was so excited that his face turned pale. "Third Ancestor, I have already taken control of all the outer disciples of the Zishi Sect who are born with extraordinary abilities. Just say the word, and I will reclaim our Qianyuan Mountain's foundation!!"

"Hahaha, no rush."

Yang He felt that he had some of the characteristics of a leader of the Demonic Sect, and that his influence as Grand Master was enough to overthrow the dynasty.

"what about you?"

"Immortal, this disciple is willing."

Yang He nodded slightly. "Let's go back to Peibai City in Jialiang Water Town. If nothing unexpected happens, they will be waiting for us at the government office in the city."

Yi Qidong took the initiative to release the Shadow Ghost, leading everyone through the official road.

Yang He focused on recuperating, but the injuries caused by using the Corpse Transformation Immortal technique were not light; more than 60% of his flesh and bones had lost their vitality.

Any other cultivator would only be waiting to die, but the innate corpse qi body can reshape the body and soul.

Yang He sensed that the innate corpse qi body still had untapped potential, but without becoming an immortal, even one or two tenths of its potential could not be fully realized.

The Yin energy was undergoing a series of major cycles, and the Daoist principles were overflowing within the small space.

The four stayed in the Corpse Wheel Small World, and their doubts about cultivation were easily resolved. Their bodies and souls showed signs of being about to undergo a sublimation and transformation.

After an unknown amount of time, the benefits brought by the Daoist abruptly ceased.

"Immortal, we have arrived at Peibai City."

Yi Qidong spoke up to remind him, and the Shadow Ghost remained outside the Pei Bai City government office.

Yang He opened his eyes and stared intently into the main hall deep inside the yamen. Three people were squatting inside, with Wang Lan in the middle.

Wang Lan had tried his best to dress appropriately, but his Taoist robe was still very bulky.

The body and soul were composed of a large number of evil spirits, and many ghost faces were struggling and howling, frantically swallowing Wang Lan's yang energy, and a cold wind was blowing in the main hall.

"Officer Sun Qi, when will the Immortal Venerable arrive?"

Wang Lan forced out a fairly amiable smile, then selected a dozen or so tongues from his mouth.

"The Immortal Venerable told me that we would meet within two days."

Wang Lan was inevitably a little anxious. The Grand Court seemed calm on the surface, but in reality, everyone was secretly inquiring about the immortals. Even with their own cover-ups, cultivators still managed to find Jialiang Water Village.

But he dared not show any impatience, for he could tell at a glance that the constable in front of him was a disciple of the immortal.

His body radiated a restrained spiritual light, yet his every move exuded a corpse aura. He must have possessed a Corpse-Dissolving Immortal Body, which was transformed from innate corpse energy. Although not pure, it had already transcended the mortal realm.

It's hard to imagine that Sun Qi went mad a few years ago.

The saying "When one attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven" is indeed true!

"Even a mere constable can be granted an immortal body if he is favored by the Ancestor, let alone me!!"

suddenly.

Wang Lan struggled to his feet, his bloated figure barely registering what was happening. Before Si Nantu could react, five men, led by Yang He, appeared in the main hall of the yamen.

"Greetings, Ancestor!!"

He wanted to bang his head on the ground, but after being revived, his body and soul were unable to control themselves in the mortal world.

"Ancestor?" Chen Qian blurted out in surprise, not understanding how an immortal could be involved with the Grand Court, and with such a deep connection.

Yang He explained calmly, "The Grand Minister originated from the Great Shang Dynasty. Three thousand years ago, I could be considered a prince of the Great Shang Dynasty."

He sized up Wang Lan, whose head was hunched over his waist.

"I never imagined that after three thousand years, you would still be unable to make any progress in the Void Realm?"

Wang Lan's aura was at the Returning Void Realm, but it was extremely chaotic, indicating that he had once attempted to break through to the Integration Realm, but failed.

"Reporting to the Ancestor!!"

Wang Lan disregarded his dignity as a commander and said with reddened eyes, "To become an immortal, one must abandon one's human body and become an evil spirit. Those who can become immortals have already entered the endless hell."

"Have you seen them?"

Yang He understood in his heart that the so-called Deep Chiefs were composed of them.

"Yes, yes, yes, your grandson does not agree with the act of abandoning one's human body!!"

Wang Lan glanced at Yang He, who showed no signs of being a ghost, yet a continuous stream of yin energy flowed into his body. Upon closer inspection, he discovered roots extending from the soles of Yang He's feet into the endless hell.

He was plundering the Yin energy of endless hell; he truly possessed the appearance of an immortal!
Yang He didn't think Wang Lan was particularly noble. Later generations of cultivators abandoned their organs from the very beginning, already prepared to be less than human.

The immortality mentioned by Wang Lan is probably not an immortal in the true sense.

It seems that the process of transforming from the Integration Realm to the Tribulation Realm is also called becoming an immortal, and the cultivation system in later generations has been quite different.

"Ancestor, your grandson can let you glimpse the true face of the false immortal!!"

(End of this chapter)