Mythology

Chapter 320 A Thousand Miles in the Return to the Void Realm

"Only four days? Why does it feel like years have passed?"

Yang He took a deep breath, and the yin energy of his twelve godfathers surged into his stomach.

Because the yin energy is too concentrated, at least 40% of it would normally be wasted if digested, but now 99% can be returned to the body.

"Sigh, is it because he replaced Shen Gongbao?"

"Why do I feel that after becoming a ghost immortal, I haven't become any more ethereal or otherworldly?"

Yang He was thin and hunched over, like a dried-up corpse, with flesh and bones of the same colorless flesh visible beneath his grayish-white skin.

His hair was jet black, and blood kept dripping from the ends.

The blood evaporated into gas before it even hit the ground, then seeped into the pores.

Yang He extended his index finger, from which grew an eye, and examined the now gaunt face. The cheekbones were high and the eye sockets were deep, resembling Shen Gongbao in seven or eight parts, yet also possessing the characteristics of the real Shen Gongbao.

The eyes were the most eerie; they had no whites, no sparkle, only boundless depth.

He appears frail and emaciated, but is in fact a ghostly immortal.

With a thought, Yang He's flesh and bones scattered, transforming into extremely dense Yin energy that permeated the courtyard, faintly accompanied by ghostly wails and howls.

boom.

The yin energy converged in one place, and in the blink of an eye, it reconstructed flesh and bones.

"The yin energy shapes the form, and the spirit roams freely; the lonely soul has no place to rest on the boat of life and death."

"No wonder the Taoist Church thinks ghost immortals are inferior; after becoming immortals, they have neither physical bodies nor souls, they are just a jumble of things..."

Yang He hesitated for a long time before muttering to himself, "Yin energy aggregates?"

"Hehe, it's definitely a crooked and unorthodox approach, no doubt about it."

He had no complaints whatsoever, and could appreciate that the process of becoming an immortal was already incredibly precious.

Even though Shen Gongbao isn't a permanent character yet, and might die in Jiuqu Town in a few days, he still benefited greatly.

“All the regular characters must become immortals, but they will never be the same kind of immortal.”

"Shen Gongbao is a ghost immortal, the Three Corpse Daoist is most likely a corpse immortal, and the Immaculate Ghost Buddha's method of becoming an immortal should involve a trip to Nuwa Palace."

"As for the true form of the main world."

"A witch doctor?"

For cultivators, there are superior and inferior methods to achieve immortality, but from the perspective of the Heavenly Dao, they are nothing more than colorful flower buds on a branch.

Yang He was destined to try different methods of becoming an immortal, combining the wisdom of the past and present over three thousand years to open up an unprecedented path to immortality.

His state of mind was elevated, and he watched with a smile as the Twelve Golden Immortals worked in the fields.

After a long time.

Yang He stabilized his Yin energy, closed his eyes, and felt the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of His Head. Immediately, the white-boned flower stamens reappeared on the top of his head, all of which were extensions of his spiritual roots.

The Three Flowers are like an extension of oneself, allowing one to sense the vast and boundless Heavenly Dao, while also taking root in the Corpse Wheel Small World.

【Ghost Three Flowers】

[This was formed by Yang He through his transformation into a mortal, and he needs to contemplate the Heavenly Dao at least once every hundred days to ensure that the Ghost Three Flowers do not wither.]

Yang He raised an eyebrow; the small world was like a fruit that had fallen from the Heavenly Dao Tree.

The three flowers of the demon are even more obvious, like a sapling of a Heavenly Tree that has grown after the fruit has received sufficient nutrients. It can even be said that the reason why the dojo can be independent of the outside world is because of the three flowers.

"After the small world has its own Heavenly Dao Tree, it transforms into a Daoist temple."

Yang He was puzzled, after all, he did not have the lineage to inherit the Dao after becoming an immortal.

He tried to communicate with the Ghost Three Flowers, but to no avail, essentially because his cultivation level was only at the Returning to the Void Realm.

He took a shortcut to immortality, and most of the methods of immortals could not be used.

Even though the area of ​​the Corpse Wheel Small World has only increased by 30%, it is still lifeless and the yin energy content is insufficient to sustain cultivation. It is a desolate place that only occasionally receives sparse rain.

"what?"

Yang He noticed that in the center of the Corpse Wheel Small World, which is the Ten Absolute Cities of the Immortal Court, a stone tablet had appeared at some point.

The stone tablet was incomplete and the inscriptions on its surface were blurred and illegible.

"As expected, the name of the Daoist temple is engraved on the stone tablet, just like the Qianyuan Mountain of Taiyi Zhenren. Speaking of which, if I have multiple characters establishing Daoist temples, will it affect the name?"

Yang He scanned the Ten Absolute Cities and discovered that the small world was not entirely without activity.

Inside the building left behind by the ten sons of the Yang family, a few lonely ghosts and spirits have been wandering around for some time now, indicating that the small world has been able to breed evil spirits.

"and many more."

Yang He's breathing became heavy, then he looked around the courtyard.

The twelve Golden Immortals each have their own duties, and the courtyard covers an area of ​​a full kilometer. The harmonious scene inside could easily be called a paradise on earth.

Yang He slowly walked to the fertile field cultivated by Dao Xing Tian Zun.

"Grandpa, do you have any crop seeds?"

"Yes, yes, yes, grandson, take it as soon as possible."

Dao Xing Tianzun beamed with joy, loosened the cloth bag at his waist, and forcefully tilted it, revealing a large number of miscellaneous seeds on the ground.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Yang He collected all of it into the Corpse Wheel Small World and scattered it all over the tea garden of Ten Absolute City.

As a surge of yin energy rose, some of the seeds did indeed show signs of taking root and sprouting. Logically speaking, the small world should not be able to contain living things.

"The Corpse Wheel Small World already possesses the characteristics of a dojo."

Yang He couldn't suppress his smile. In this way, he would even have the resources to cultivate the power of the main world in his spare time.

"But we have to live until Shen Gongbao becomes a regular character."

His anxious state of mind calmed down, and he sat cross-legged in the pavilion again. Regardless of what might happen during the Ghost Festival when the wealthy man arranged the marriage, the most urgent task was to strengthen his own power and not waste the meticulous care his godfathers had given him.

"Damn it, I have a feeling that a lot of trouble is waiting for me."

Yang He swept across Jiuqu Town.

The streets and alleys were bustling with activity, festive decorations were hanging on doors and windows, and people were starting to prepare cured meat, which is usually made for the Lunar New Year.

Of course, the raw materials for cured meat don't seem to come from livestock.

"Many cultivators from the Chan and Jie sects have already come to Jiuqu Town. Yes, Nezha and Yang Jian are both in the town. There are even more Jie sect cultivators, at least two or three hundred."

"The immortals haven't appeared yet, so it shouldn't be too dangerous for now."

Yang Heguang had scanned the area and found that at least three groups of people were searching for Shen Gongbao, but they couldn't possibly know that the Twelve Golden Immortals had fallen into his hands.

"Let's talk about it when we get married. We'll take it one step at a time."

He looked away, unaware that his spiritual vision had surged again.

[Spiritual Vision: 87.6]

"In the Nine Turns Ghost Realm, there is a chance to gain millions of spiritual visions and witness the seventh level of hell."

Yang He guided the Yin energy to cleanse the Corpse Wheel Small World. As a Ghost Immortal, he was cultivating the Returning to the Void Realm, which could be described as a dimensional reduction attack.

My cultivation level is improving at a visible rate, so there's no need to worry about bottlenecks.

The Realm of Return to Nothingness is divided into four minor realms.

First is the <Degenerate Ruins>. The small world needs to be integrated into the cave heaven. Under normal circumstances, it is a suitable Yin artifact or Yin treasure. The Treasure Bone Tomb can serve as the cave heaven item for the Corpse Wheel small world.

However, Yang He possessed a flesh-and-blood Taoist temple, and his transformation into a celestial being was a perfect fit.

Once the objects in the grotto-heaven become connected, then comes the "Netherworld Ruins." After the objects from the grotto-heaven are stationed in the small world, the Yin energy begins to sink.

Deep underground, yin veins emerge, and the terrain becomes more complex.

Next is the "Five Elements Ruins," where the small world integrates with the Yin elements of the five elements to form a five-element cycle, which is a crucial step in the completeness of the small world.

Finally, there is the Yin-Yang Ruins, where Yang He absorbs the essence of the sun and moon to nourish the small world until the small world develops the regularity of sunrise and moonrise.

Yang He had already begun preparations when he reached the Hunyuan Realm.

In particular, the disciples of the main world have collected a lot of the five elements of Yin, which is more than enough for cultivation, but the quality varies.

"Wait, I still have my godfathers."

"My lords."

Yang He asked tentatively, "My grandson's cultivation has reached a critical point, and he needs the Five Elements Yin objects to stabilize his foundation. I wonder if you have any solutions?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Twelve Golden Immortals stopped moving at the same time.

Their cloudy eyes all turned to the pavilion, their gazes thoughtful, then they looked at each other, as if they had made a decision.

"My grandson wants a Yin-element item?" Master Huanglong's voice was hoarse.

He reached into his chest, rummaged between his ribs for a moment, and pulled out a liver that gleamed with a bluish light. The liver was covered with fine dragon scale patterns and exuded vitality.

"This is the heartwood of the coiled dragon tree, which can suppress the Jia and Yi wood elements of the East."

On the other side, Taiyi Zhenren smiled and lifted his Taoist robe, revealing his emaciated abdomen, and then took out a rusty vertebra.

Black blood seeped from the spine, and the metallic aura stung the skin.

Ju Liusun removed his left eye, which fell to the ground and turned into a pool of murky spring water.

The Pure Void Moral True Lord tore off his skin, revealing the burning black flames beneath.

The Grand Master Lingbao even broke off a toe bone, from which gushed out foul-smelling mud.

Yang He was both delighted and surprised, because he found that the Twelve Golden Immortals' condition had improved significantly; their organs had healed and their immortal bodies were recovering.

However... the recovery speed is rather slow.

Based on efficiency, it will take at least five or six years to return to its former glory.

"Grandson, take it as you please."

"Thank you."

Yang He put away the five elements of Yin and had no time to think too much before immediately immersing himself in cultivation.

With the Yin energy provided by the Twelve Golden Immortals, refining flesh and blood was simpler than expected, and blood kept gushing from the shrine in the shop's main hall.

Yang He didn't need to return the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple to the Corpse Wheel Small World, since the blood was part of it.

The earth shook violently in the small world, and blood gathered in the empty space in the center of the Ten Absolutes City, gradually condensing into a constantly pulsating lump of flesh.

With each contraction and expansion, the mass of flesh emitted a muffled sound similar to a heartbeat.

Yang He was constantly consuming a massive amount of Yin energy, which was equivalent to compressing ten years of arduous cultivation into a moment, causing his flesh to twitch violently.

A tooth-grinding tearing sensation followed, and countless pieces of flesh and tissue proliferated wildly.

The beams and pillars emerged from the blood plasma, the tiles were made of folded fascia, and the carved window frames were actually made of tiny skeletal structures.

In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, an identical flesh and blood Taoist temple had already stood in the center of the Ten Absolutes City. The two were of different levels, with the flesh and blood Taoist temple in the Corpse Wheel Small World being the core.

If the external flesh and blood Taoist temple is destroyed, the small world flesh and blood Taoist temple will also be severely damaged.

At the same time, the Ten Deadly Formations and the Corpse Wheel Small World became increasingly intertwined, with ghostly figures appearing all over the building and the number of evil spirits that bred doubled.

Yang He opened his eyes with a subtle expression. He had already completed most of the two-day Transformation Realm. The feeling of becoming an immortal first and then attaining the Dao was like having a cheat code.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Great, keep going!!"

The process of grinding away at the Netherworld will be sufficient. Once enough Yin energy is available, Yin veins will develop beneath the surface of the small world. I currently have no shortage of Yin energy.

(End of this chapter)