Mythology

Chapter 329 Ghost Immortal Body
The Imperial Prison was a large prison in the imperial court where officials of the rank of Zhenfu Shi and above were imprisoned. It was located at the throat of Bi Gan and could be considered the heartland of the Grand Minister.

The deep passageway was incredibly long and narrow, with locked iron gates on both sides.

Every now and then, you can hear wails that sound like both human and ghostly cries coming from inside. Most of the prisoners in these cries are those who have gone mad after being resurrected.

Squeak.

The iron door opens.

Wang Lan dragged his heavy steps to an empty prison cell.

"It should be here. I hope the mundane items that the ancestor needed haven't been lost. It took us more than half a month to find a clue."

Hearing the commotion outside, the prisoner desperately pounded on the door.

The echoes were of people saying, "I'm not crazy."

Wang Lan looked reluctant, because due to his seniority in the imperial court, many of the prisoners in the imperial prison were his former colleagues, but now they had been reduced to unspeakable states.

The remaining consciousness of mortals is weak, yet they have not completely fallen into the endless hell.

"Ugh."

Wang Lan knew that since its establishment, no prisoner had been able to suppress their demonic possession, and it had become a graveyard for high-ranking cultivators.

His original place was also the Imperial Prison, but fortunately, he had his ancestor.

"found it!!"

He bent down and took out a palm-sized fragment of a plaque from a crack in the wall.

This object does not exist in the mortal world and cannot be identified by the naked eye. It can only be accessed after revival, and it shimmers with a faint light.

Wang Lan's face lit up with joy as he hurriedly put the fragments of the South Heavenly Gate into his storage bag.

He immediately decided to return to the mortal realm.

Just then, a rustling sound came from beside my ears.

Wang Lan's expression was solemn. He had lost all sense of the mortal realm, clearly indicating that someone had deliberately sealed off the imperial prison. Looking across the entire Grand Court, there were only a few serving commanders with such power.

A commander who has retired like him is not even as good as a pacification commissioner.

Wang Lan looked around, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Maggots crawled onto the ground without warning. The maggots were pale white, but their heads had patterns that resembled human faces. They were wriggling and gathering towards him.

The swarm of insects left a pungent, putrid stench as they crawled across the ground.

"Zheng Huai, a hundred years have passed, and you're still alive!!"

Wang Lan quietly grasped the genitals with his right hand, and hideous ghost faces emerged from the flesh, all staring intently at the end of the corridor.

There stood an ordinary-looking old man.

The old man was dressed in tattered official robes, his skin was withered like an ancient tree, his eyes were cloudy and yellow, and maggots kept oozing from his mouth and nose.

"Wang Lan, it's been a long time."

Wang Lan did not reply. Zheng Huai joined the Grand Minister's court around the same time, but his demonic possession occurred thirty years earlier.

He tried every means to survive until the ancestor bestowed upon him an immortal body, freeing him from his suffering.

Why is Zheng Huai still alive?

and……

Wang Lan looked Zheng Huai up and down, and noticed a thin slit on the old man's neck, slightly lifted like a piece of clothing, revealing asphalt-like flesh.

"Something's not right. Zheng Huai has clearly lost control completely, so why is he still alive?"

Wang Lan reacted, raised his hand, and a large number of ghost masks swallowed the swarm of insects.

Zheng Huai tilted his head and asked, "Fellow Daoist Wang Lan, I originally planned to come back to find you in a few years, when you would be near death and we could cultivate the Great Dao together. I never expected..."

"Tell me in detail, who is this immortal who has lived for over three thousand years?"

"Zheng Huai, the lineage of the Deep Hell was clearly destroyed back then, how did you manage to access it?! Speak!!!"

When Wang Lan first began his spiritual practice, a message from the deepest hell reached the mortal realm.

The specifics are unknown, but it seems that the Grand Court was embroiled in an internal power struggle, and all those traditions were ordered by the emperor to be destroyed.

Zheng Huai used all four limbs to inching closer to Wang Lan. "Fellow Daoist, look at your appearance, you're no different from an ordinary mortal?"

"That's not the path we should be pursuing!!!"

Zheng Huai's mouth split open, transforming into a swarm of maggots. "After I devour you, I will naturally know the truth about the ancient immortals. Wang Lan, only by transforming into a ghost can one become an immortal and attain enlightenment!"

Wang tried to communicate with the Eye Insect, but failed several times in his attempts.

He had realized that the roots of the Deep Lord had always remained in the mortal realm, and it was very likely that some powerful beings had obtained those methods intact.

The ghosts tried to stop the swarm of insects, and blood washed over the iron gates.

The walls and floor were covered with holes.

The passageway of the imperial prison had turned into an insect nest, producing maggots in an endless stream.

"Ghostland?"

Wang Lan was completely astonished. How could Zheng Huai have mastered the Ghost Domain, which only those who have completely transformed into ghosts possess?
He groaned, and the demonic mask he had been projecting was quickly engulfed by the swarm of insects. Maggots crawled into his body, and Zheng Huai's arrogant laughter echoed in his ears.

The Netherworld Ghost Body is more suited to support roles, and its cultivation methods in later generations have flaws.

Wang Lan's cultivation at the Returning Void Realm was purely for show; he was utterly powerless against Zheng Huai.

"Ancestor? Hahaha, you actually call him Ancestor? How ridiculous! The Grand Master's Ancestor must be deep in hell!!"

As Zheng Huai gradually eroded Wang Lan's power, the image of the immortal in his mind became clearer.

"Wang Lan, transforming into a ghost is the way of Heaven!!"

He became increasingly disdainful, believing that the so-called ancient immortals did not possess any evil characteristics whatsoever. He had to find a way to surround and kill them, and not allow these charlatans to affect the future trend.

next interest.

Zheng Huai's laughter subsided, and the illusory image of the immortal in his mind opened its eyes.

He heard the immortal mutter to himself, "What kind of monster are you?"

Zheng Huai's features contorted as he hysterically shouted, "I was able to possess the Ghost Realm by cultivating in accordance with the laws of nature. If you are an immortal, why don't you impart the King's Method to me?!"

"Hahaha, do you know how desperate he was?"

“I can sense Wang Lan’s fear. He is afraid that you will not be able to adapt to the ways of heaven in the future, afraid that I represent the correct path, and afraid that the Grand Court will be destroyed.”

"Finished?"

Yang Hepan got up and walked out of the side room, where the treasures of the world of classical allusions were revealed before his eyes.

"Now I know the use of the Ghost Immortal Body. Time to exchange."

The ghost immortal's body silently merged into his soul. Yang He closed his eyes, and his consciousness entered the body of Wang Lan, who had already been mostly devoured.

Before Wang Lan died, he sensed Yang He's presence, and his confusion vanished.

"Ancestor."

"Take this, the second blessing I bestow upon you."

Yang He opened his eyes. Those disciples who had inherited the immortal body had now received an even smaller amount of the Ghost Immortal Body.

The body of a ghost immortal is like a drop of ink falling into the ocean.

It may seem useless, but in reality it can make them completely merge with the ghosts, and the evil spirits contained within will become part of Wang Lan's soul.

The most significant change is...

The swarm of insects instantly engulfed Wang Lan, but Zheng Huai was somewhat surprised and uncertain.

"Gone?"

boom! ! !
Wang Lan appeared in the center of the imperial prison, his mangled arms outstretched, his flesh and bones transforming into a ghostly face that scattered in all directions. Zheng Huai's ghostly domain could no longer be maintained, and the insect nest collapsed and was destroyed.

Immediately afterwards, a giant face, more than ten meters long, appeared on the ground.

Yang He's Ghost Immortal Technique is derived from the later Resurrection Technique. The Ghost Immortal Body can just make up for the Resurrection Technique's flaw of being neither human nor ghost.

"Impossible! You...you also...have a Ghost Realm?!"

Wang Lan swallowed Zheng Huai whole and knelt down facing the direction of Peibai City.

(End of this chapter)