Mythology

Chapter 319 Three Flowers Gather at the Top, Already a Ghost Immortal

The blood-red morning mist bathed Jiuqu Town.

Yang He stumbled through the alleyways, countless ghostly hands extending outwards, only to be destroyed in a short time, leaving his body unrecognizable.

Taiyi Zhenren followed behind, repeatedly calling out "grandson," seemingly worried about Yang He.

"I'll put all the blame on Daoist Ran Deng! I'm definitely taking the Dinghai Pearl!!"

"At the very least, we cannot allow the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings of the Burning Lamp Daoist to reach perfection!!!"

"Ho."

Yang He gasped for breath, his breath smeared with blood. The Corpse Immortal was the last straw that broke the camel's back, and his consciousness kept drifting back to the main world.

He knew that Shen Gongbao absolutely could not die.

The extent of his physical and spiritual injuries is the most severe in history. Even if he could play the role again, it would be unrealistic to expect him to recover in less than three to five years.

As Yang He turned the corner, several early risers were dismantling lanterns in front of their doors.

The lantern was clearly a hollow human head, with brain matter used instead of oil. When lit, the flame flickered eerily and emitted a stench of decay.

"Come, come, come and take a look! Freshly picked green mountain tea!"

Tea farmers passed by carrying bamboo baskets filled with segments of tea.

The street performer had just arrived on the street when, amidst the cheers of the crowd, he took out a sharp weapon and slashed his stomach open, not caring that his internal organs fell out.

"The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation? I think it's the Nine-Bend Yellow Springs Formation!"

"It's full of demons and monsters."

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine, and everywhere there were festive decorations; Jiuqu Town was already welcoming the daughter of a wealthy man to his marriage.

People transformed from evil spirits will not attack living people, but they have an extremely terrifying assimilation ability.

In his dazed state, Yang He almost became part of Jiuqu Town, but fortunately, the excruciating pain of his body and soul collapsing continued.

"Coming."

He bit his tongue to stay awake; the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple was not far away.

He pushed the door open.

The humble courtyard has been transformed dramatically. In just one night, its area has increased twenty or thirty times, giving rise to a world with pastoral scenery.

A damp mist filled the air as the twelve Golden Immortals went about their respective tasks.

Dao Xing Tianzun walked barefoot in the mud. The crops had grown to half a person's height, and the fruits and vegetables had not fallen. The cries of babies were incessant.

"Time to fertilize."

Chi Jingzi came over carrying a wooden bucket filled with blood from who-knows-where.

He bent down to water the crops, working with Dao Xing Tianzun to manage the fertile fields in an orderly manner, and the resulting yin creatures had already been delivered to the stove.

Guang Chengzi specially built a stove not far away and brewed pills.

Manjushri's pond expanded into a small lake, with lotus-leaf-like scalps floating on the surface, and dozens of water ghosts rising and falling in the lake.

Ju Liusun fished on the shore and occasionally helped Qingxu Daode Zhenjun prune the fruit trees.

The white bone branches were covered with dried human skin fruits. With each cut, golden juice seeped from the cut surface, which was then collected into a jade bottle by the Jade Cauldron Immortal.

Yang He leaned against the door frame, panting. The scene before him was so absurd that he wanted to laugh.

Who would have thought that the Twelve Golden Immortals would become farmers in this tiny place?

"Grandson, are you alright?"

"Grandson, are you feeling unwell due to catching a cold?"

"Grandson, your uncle will catch you a big fish to soothe your stomach."

Yang He responded to each of them, then staggered to sit down in the pavilion, took the pills handed to him by Guang Chengzi, and hurriedly began to recover from his injuries.

The pills melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and the swollen limbs gradually disappeared.

The leather Taoist robe was now only the size of a palm. Taking advantage of the medicine's effect suppressing his demonic possession, Yang He simply took it off and had his twelve godfathers repair it.

"Ugh."

Master Huanglong sighed deeply, his silver needles darting between the inside and outside of his leather Taoist robe.

As Yang He received the infusion of twelve streams of Yin energy, the pain in his body and soul vanished instantly, as if he had transformed into an infant immersed in amniotic fluid. He had once thought that he would never again have the opportunity to encounter such a vast amount of Yin energy as he had in the flesh and blood of the subway.

However, compared to the assistance of the Twelve Golden Immortals in cultivation, it is simply insignificant. Even if one were to become a disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, one would not receive such treatment.

Yin energy surged like a tide within the body.

Yang He mentally reviewed the Twelve Phases of the Ghost Immortal Technique once more.

What is the Twelve Aspects Ghost Immortal Technique? It is a shortcut to immortality, which uses the resentment of the twelve Golden Immortals after their deaths to force oneself to become an immortal.

Ghost immortals are the lowest level of immortals.

Yang He's eyes were clear. "The terms 'lower vehicle' and 'higher vehicle' are not necessarily accurate. The corpse-dissolving immortal body is not considered mainstream in Taoism, but it is highly revered in Buddhism."

"After reviving the unity of human and ghost, no one in the world is more suitable for the Ghost Immortal Technique than me."

"Perhaps the Ghost Immortal will be limited in the future and unable to advance further, but it doesn't matter. I, Daoist, can only advance with one body, while the rest of my characters can advance at the same time, hahahaha."

"I, Daoist Master, am destined to be the number one ghost immortal in the world!!"

"Uh."

Yang He groaned, and as the Twelve Phases Ghost Immortal Technique was activated, the Yin energy provided by his godfathers gradually became turbid and murky.

The resentment eroded his body and soul, forming a thick cocoon that enveloped Yang He.

Followed by.

Yang He could no longer perceive the existence of his body and soul; his consciousness was in a very strange state, like taking off a piece of clothing.

My consciousness floated upwards and then I saw the boundless Heavenly Tree.

Yang He was momentarily lost in thought.

Click.

A cracking sound came from his spine, and the heavenly tribulation of the ghost immortal silently descended.

Yang He used the Twelve Phases Ghost Immortal Technique to avoid any possibility of contact with the Heavenly Tribulation, but he could only sense that his body and soul were beginning to collapse inexplicably.

The skin cracked inch by inch, revealing the three demons intertwined with flesh and blood.

The twelve Golden Immortals were busy with their own affairs, occasionally bringing their harvest to the pavilion. Their expressions softened considerably as they vented their resentment.

boom! !

Numerous ghostly hands swayed in mid-air, and hundreds of eyeballs twinkled like stars.

Yang He's physical body weathered away, his bones turned to dust, and his blood and flesh evaporated into black mist. The invisible heavenly tribulation had been passed naturally.

The three demons were now nothing but flesh and blood.

Yang He's consciousness returned to the Three Ghosts, which should have been the most dangerous moment, because he needed to use the Three Ghosts to reshape his physical body, which meant that the Three Ghosts would become completely subservient to him, and he certainly wouldn't get his wish.

But the three ghosts did not resist at all. Using the ghost as their bone, they developed a complete skeleton, with a bluish texture covered with twisted immortal patterns.

The eye demon is flesh, and countless tiny eye worms turn into drops of blood, crawling onto the surface of the skeleton and slowly weaving into muscle organs.

The Nuoxiang ghost is made of skin, with grayish-white skin covering flesh and blood, and tattoos running all over its body. The first thing it engraves is the character "corpse" on its chest.

"It still lacks the five internal organs."

As soon as Yang He finished speaking, twelve godfathers arrived outside the pavilion.

"Grandson, your second great-uncle's heart has seven major palaces, making it a heart with seven exquisite orifices."

"Grandson, your seventh uncle's liver can detoxify all poisons; it is immune to all poisons."

“Grandson, your tenth uncle’s stomach has swallowed countless ghosts; it is a pure Yin stomach that devours evil spirits.”

.........

Yang He gifted the Twelve Golden Immortals their internal organs, and they selected one of the best quality and personally filled it for Yang He.

Before long, the reconstructed body had become a complete whole.

A spiritual root sprouts from the top of the head.

Three white bone buds sprouted from the soil, but they appeared extremely weak.

"With the Three Flowers Gathered at the Top, although I have not yet reached the realm of a True Immortal, I am already among the ranks of True Immortals."

(End of this chapter)