Mythology

Chapter 347 Accompanying the Seven Immortals to Preach and Instruct
Two days later, Yang He's Purple Mansion Heavenly Palace finally took shape.

When the Yin energy, carrying the middle dantian, merges into the Niwan Palace, the entire sea of ​​consciousness shakes violently, and its structure transforms into three layers like a sphere crafted by a ghost.

The outer layer was filled with eerie yin energy, the middle layer was shrouded in purple mist, and three ghosts roamed the inner layer.

"The Purple Mansion Heavenly Palace of an ordinary Integration Realm cultivator is no more than a tiny space."

Yang He was astonished. The Purple Mansion Heavenly Palace was actually a thousand feet tall, several times larger than Yun Shanzi's Daoist temple. However, in order to accommodate the Corpse Wheel Small World, the two must be the same size.

"It's unlikely that we can complete the task, but laying a foundation shouldn't be a problem."

Yang He separated from Xuanzhenzi's body and soul, and Jiuqu Town was already experiencing torrential rain.

Because the Yin energy was extremely dense, the ghost immortal's body didn't need to deliberately hide in corners and alleys; it simply moved among the eaves to find the next fellow Daoist.

"Strange thing."

"Ever since I started impersonating Shen Gongbao, I've been revealing my aura every now and then. Why hasn't Daoist Ran Deng come to cause trouble?"

Yang He shook his head slightly. Daoist Ran Deng was too cunning and shrewd to be fathomed.

But when the time came, all the immortals had used their most powerful methods, and even with the help of the Spiritual Vision, the Pupil Ghost could not detect the slightest trace.

Jiuqu Town seems to consist of only a group of oddly shaped people.

Having wasted half a day, Yang He considered whether he should make a fuss.

At this moment.

The deafening roar of the waves echoed from the vast ocean.

Yang He swept the seawater, and suddenly one of the corpses that was floating in it was gone. In his memory, the corpse looked like a rotting giant whale.

Even without directly confronting the Tongtian Sect Leader, his spiritual vision inexplicably surged.

Seeing this, he decided to hide in the shadows for the time being and observe the changes in the town before making any further decisions.

suddenly.

Yang He's pupils contracted slightly as he deliberately dispersed ninety percent of his Yin energy. His gaze was filled with astonishment as he stared at a spot on the street where, amidst the bustling crowd, a... Daoist boy had appeared out of nowhere.

The Taoist boy wore a faded, large-headed doll mask.

The mask's mouth stretched to its ears, an exaggerated smile painted with coarse cinnabar. Dark red bloodstains seeped from the edges, as if it had been soaked in blood for a long time and then dried.

He just stood there blankly in the rain, ignored by the people around him.

The young Taoist turned to face Yang He.

Even though he was wearing a mask, Yang He had the illusion that the young Taoist was laughing.

pat.

The big-headed doll mask fell to the ground with a thud, revealing a face that sent chills down Yang He's spine.

The skin and flesh were covered with cracks, like a dried-up riverbed, with pink, tender new flesh showing through the cracks, making the face covered with hard, fish-scale-like scabs.

The most terrifying thing was its eyes. The Taoist boy had no eyelids, and two cloudy eyeballs were embedded directly between the scales, with eerie vertical pupils.

“Master… summoned me to spread the Dao.”

After the young Taoist priest uttered those hoarse words, everyone present stopped in their tracks.

In the blink of an eye, the heads of the people all became indistinguishable from those of the Daoist boy. Then, the ghostly body suddenly became inexplicably itchy, and hard scabs began to grow on the half-real, half-illusory skin.

The Taoist boy is trying to assimilate himself!

Without hesitation, Yang He abandoned his head, his shoulders and above exploding, barely managing to escape unscathed and fleeing in the opposite direction.

He also learned of Tong's identity through his spiritual vision.

【Wu Yunxian】

One of the seven attendants of the Tongtian Sect Leader. Because the Jie Sect advocates education for all, all seven attendants are non-human. In the original work, Wuyun Xian's true form is a golden-bearded turtle.

The other six immortals also tend to fall into the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

"Damn it, there are at least seven or eight immortals in the town, and I'm not even the most conspicuous one. Why would Immortal Wuyun want to take advantage of me?"

Yang He, disregarding the cost of damaging his own foundation, fled in a sorry state to a neighboring street.

"Fortunately, Wu Yunxian won't keep chasing after me forever..."

Another wave crashed in mid-air.

The vast ocean surged, and one more of the seven immortals' bodies were lost.

Yang He stared blankly. Not far from him, a fat Taoist boy was guarding him, also wearing a big-headed doll mask.

Hee hee hee.

The Taoist priest discarded the big-headed doll mask, and the street fell into dead silence.

The grotesque face with a lion's head and a human face tilted its head, with seven rotting human heads embedded in its blue mane, each emitting a different wail.

He stared intently at Yang He. "My master summoned me to impart the Dao. You are the most talented among us. Would you be willing to become my disciple?"

【Qiushouxian】

Before the Venerable Manjushri of the Great Dharma entered Buddhism, he bound the Thousand-Headed Immortal and took him as his mount.

"Isn't that the Green-haired Lion Monster from Journey to the West?!"

puff.

Yang He coughed up black blood, and before Qiu Shou Xian could exert any influence, he caused the Yin energy to disperse, then desperately plunged into a narrow alley.

"What was the other one among the Seven Fairies who attend you? The Spirit Tooth Fairy?"

"That's right, Fairy Spirit Tooth!"

"Lingya Xian was taken as a mount by Puxian Zhenren and wreaked havoc on the human world in Lion Camel Ridge in Journey to the West, together with the Green-haired Lion Monster."

The thought had just formed in Yang He's mind when he encountered the third Taoist boy at the entrance of the alley.

It was indeed the [Spirit Tooth Fairy].

The white elephant swung its trunk, shattering the mask of the big-headed doll and revealing a hideous face with distorted features on all sides.

"My master summoned me to spread the Dao..."

Yang He abandoned the Yin energy attached to his consciousness, and then the Yin energy furthest away moved and quickly gathered into the body of a ghost immortal.

He looked up with a bitter expression. [Jin Guangxian] was already waiting at the street corner. Beneath the big-headed doll mask was half a beast's face and a dense array of mouthparts. Jin Guangxian's prototype was the Golden-haired Roar.

The mount of Cihang Daoren in the original work is also a tribulation in Journey to the West.

Yang He knew that he would inevitably have to deal with them in the deeper layers of history, but definitely not now. Who knew what the Seven Immortals' acceptance of him as a disciple meant? It was definitely not a good thing!!

The waves surged, and the seven corpses in the vast ocean had vanished without a trace.

Yang He looked around and saw that just a wall away in the same neighborhood, Chang Er Ding Guang Xian (whose prototype was a rabbit), Pi Lu Xian (whose prototype was plants), and Jin Gu Xian Ma (whose prototype was a monkey) had been waiting for a long time.

"What the hell?!!"

The only saving grace is that the seven attendant fairies won't actively seek revenge against me.

Yang He deliberately vanished into nothingness, his consciousness returning to a wisp of yin energy within the corpse of the earth dog. He then dared not absorb any more yin energy to restore his body and soul.

The seven attendants ignored Yang He and continued to teach and impart knowledge on their own.

Not only the common people, but also the immortals hiding in Jiuqu Town are targets.

They didn't seem worried about any fish escaping, or rather, the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation itself was a cage that could only be entered but not exited.

.........

Meanwhile, just north of the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

A group of twenty-three Western Zhou scouts were cautiously traversing the depths of the dense forest, all of them newly initiated cultivators.

Among the Western Zhou army, they could already be considered elite.

"Be careful, and remember not to expose your yang energy. There are still three hours until nightfall, so we can march another hundred miles."

"Yes, Chief Zhang."

Click.

The withered branches made a soft cracking sound, and occasionally a few mournful cries of crows could be heard in the distance.

Because of the previous Ten Deadly Formations, the Western Zhou's food supply has almost dried up, and continuing to garrison Qinglong Pass will only lead to a slow death.

The expedition consisted of several hundred scouts, who were trying to find a way out by bypassing the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.

"Zhang, there's some noise ahead!"

The young scout lowered his voice and pointed to a faint light shining through the forest. Everyone was on high alert and took out the talismans they carried.

Along the way, they had encountered evil spirits more than once, and even vengeful ghosts appeared.

The Qinglong Pass was filled with 100,000 corpses. Even though they were burned in time, the accumulated yin energy was still as real as a physical substance, and countless evil spirits arose in the nearby mountains.

"Not a ghost."

“Wait, it seems to be… a celestial master from the Chan Sect, someone we’ve met before.”

Zhang squinted and, through the layers of tree shadows, vaguely saw a hunched old Taoist priest standing on a hillside not far away.

The old Taoist priest carried a pale blue glass lamp, the flickering light illuminating a face as withered and thin as tree bark.

"It is the Immortal Burning Lamp; we should try not to disturb him."

"Zhang... Boss Zhang, look... the immortal's glass lamp!"

Zhang Tou'er felt a chill run down his spine as he noticed the flame inside the glass lamp flickering and emitting a mournful wail. The sound was not human; it was more like the simultaneous screams of thousands of wronged souls.

"Go quickly!!"

The scouts dared not linger any longer and continued deeper into the mountains, keeping a distance of several dozen meters between them.

The Taoist Ran Deng glanced at the soldiers out of the corner of his eye, then looked expressionlessly at the glass lamp, which was filled with countless faces, all of which were Ma Shan's.

"Disciple was wrong! Who would have thought that the husband of the Three Immortal Maidens was not Zhao Gongming?!"

"Give your disciple another chance!!!"

The Taoist Ran Deng did not respond. The human face in the flames continued to split apart as it burned, and Ma Shan endured the torment of his soul being torn to pieces.

Rumble.

Suddenly, the ground within a hundred miles centered on the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation trembled slightly.

The Taoist Ran Deng, with his foresight, gazed at the soldiers and saw a transparent dividing line emerging, like a sharp blade, silently slicing through mountains, forests, and rivers.

And the scouts marching along the edge, until a perfect circle is formed.

The scout was still moving forward aimlessly when, without warning, he stopped abruptly.

Their bodies split open, the cuts as smooth as mirrors, not even having time to bleed.

Warhorses, flags, weapons—everything that touched the dividing line instantly split in two, causing the others to scream in terror.

How to put it? It's like a giant bowl, hundreds of miles long, overturned between the mountains.

A dense aura of yin energy rose, but it only extended to a radius of a hundred miles. Within this area, the vegetation began to wither, and a large number of evil spirits began to breed.

“Ma Shan, the sage of the Jie Sect has descended upon the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation.”

"This disciple understands!!!"

Ma Shan tried desperately to speak, but Daoist Ran Deng didn't give him the chance. He then took out a withered, severed finger from his robes.

The severed finger was thrown into the glass lamp, and the flames burned ever brighter.

"Shen Gongbao is in the town, near the southern edge of the city."

The Taoist Ran Deng's smile remained unchanged, but it revealed an indescribable chill. Immediately afterward, the smoke and dust from the glass lamp drifted dozens of meters away.

The smoke and dust pointed directly at the winding Yellow River formation.

"I will personally go and meet this junior from the Chan Sect."

"How dare you steal my destiny? Do you also want to..."

"To become the lord of the Twenty-Four Heavens?"

The Taoist Ran Deng disappeared into the thick fog formed by Yin energy. With each step he took, white lotuses bloomed on the ground, only to wither and turn into filth within moments.

"Shen Gongbao, I can make you the Lord of the Twenty-Four Heavens, let's see if you dare to accept!"

(End of this chapter)