Mythology

Chapter 354 The True Secrets of the Five Directions Mystic Light Cave
A hundred miles away from the winding Yellow River formation, smoke signals filled the air and banners obscured the sky.

Three to four hundred thousand troops from Xiqi were advancing eastward, stretching for dozens of miles without end, their extremely dense blood and qi solidifying in mid-air.

At the forefront were the Li family army's iron cavalry, with Li Feng leading eight thousand subordinates, kicking up billowing dust.

The cavalrymen were all heavily armored, and the horses' nostrils emitted white vapor, faintly tinged with the blood of exotic beasts. The sound of their iron hooves pounding the ground shook the mountains and caused rocks to tumble down.

On the right, the Deng family army's chariots roared, with Deng Jiugong standing on a bronze chariot beside Feng Chanyu. Eight hundred chariots were arranged in a cone formation.

The bronze bells hanging from the carriage shaft jingled in the wind.

The archers on the left were on high alert, with Huang Feihu personally overseeing the battle.

Three thousand archers, carrying carved bows on their backs and quivers filled with armor-piercing arrows engraved with runes at their waists, moved nimbly, ready to launch guerrilla warfare at any moment.

In the central command post, Jiang Ziya, holding the God-Slaying Whip, sat upright on the back of the Qilin (a mythical creature).

The main force of Xiqi marched in formation, 100,000 armored soldiers marching in perfect unison, their spears and halberds like a forest.

Ji Fa, though his hair was white, was as energetic as a man in his prime. "Grandfather, when will the Chan Sect be able to break through the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation guarded by the Jie Sect?"

"Within fifteen days."

"it is good."

Jiang Ziya frowned, constantly calculating the hexagrams.

No matter how many times, the divination results are unpredictable. Despite Xiqi's continuous victories and even its occupation of the easily defensible Qinglong Pass, it is impossible to predict the outcome.

But... our supplies are running low.

Not only was the army short of supplies, but millions of people in Xiqi also had no food to eat.

The Chan Sect helped them a few times, but the Jie Sect was also causing trouble in secret. The plague-ridden Taoist priests on Kowloon Island made life miserable for the people everywhere.

The Twelve Golden Immortals have disappeared again, and after fifteen days, Xiqi will collapse.

To solve this problem once and for all, we must break through the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation!
"Moreover, the Shang Dynasty has already forged countless ghost soldiers. If this continues, alas."

Jiang Ziya remained silent, and as he pondered, the Western Zhou army behind him fell completely silent.

"Grandpa! Grandpa, which...which immortal from the Chan Sect has come forward?!"

Ji Fa stared wide-eyed, his face flushed, pointing into the distance. The sudden scene before them completely overturned their understanding.

Jiang Ziya's pupils focused, and all the worries in his heart vanished.

Boom! ! !
All that could be seen was the endless mountain range moving!
Huang Feihu's heart pounded in his chest. "What incredible supernatural power! Who is this person? Could it be that the Twelve Golden Immortals are working together?!"

Suddenly, countless cracks appeared at the base of the mountains, from which countless limbs emerged.

Those thick, pillar-like structures, covered with rock-like horn, each one straining to support mountains hundreds or thousands of meters high.

The ground began to tremble.

Driven by countless limbs, the entire mountain range underwent a dramatic transformation.

Jiang Ziya nearly fell off the Qilin (a mythical creature), and couldn't help but murmur, "It's...it's Master! He actually came in person!!"

"Who?"

Ji Fa looked completely bewildered, while Jiang Ziya repeated with a sense of exhilaration.

"Yuanshi Tianzun."

These words seemed to elicit a response from the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and three to four hundred thousand people simultaneously heard the chants praising the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

The commotion intensified, and a path branched off from the mountains, leading directly to the winding Yellow River.

The rock face on the mountain's surface kept peeling away, revealing the writhing flesh inside. The flesh was covered with bluish-black blood vessels, and every now and then, pustules-like bulges would appear.

"All troops, retreat!"

Jiang Ziya hurriedly gave the order, fearing that the sage's power might accidentally harm the Western Zhou army.

As a result, the soldiers looked dazed, and the mountains opened up thousands of amber eyes, with blood seeping from the cracks in the rocks turning the mountains dark red.

The eyes moved, and an indescribable presence was reflected in the pupils.

click.

Amidst the deafening roar of the earth's crust fracturing, the twelve tallest mountain peaks suddenly arched their backs, revealing a horrifying flesh-colored placenta.

The surface of the amniotic sac protruded with human-shaped outlines, as if twelve immortals were curled up in the viscous amniotic fluid, waiting to be revived.

Jiang Ziya recognized them at a glance; their human figures were clearly those of the Twelve Golden Immortals!

"It seems the rumors are true. The Twelve Golden Immortals perished in the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation. Is Master planning to descend to the mortal realm and reshape their souls?"

"Jiang Ziya".

An aged voice suddenly rang out, and Jiang Ziya quickly turned around. He saw that the Antarctic Immortal had been standing to the side at some point, his face solemn.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Antarctic Immortal, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals..."

"Send out 120,000 soldiers and have them go to the mountains to carve. Remember, they must not dot the eyes, otherwise the returning souls may become ghosts."

The words of the Old Man of the South Pole indirectly corroborate Jiang Ziya's conjecture that the Twelve Golden Immortals died in the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation and their souls were scattered.

Only the Primordial Celestial Venerable can summon back the soul of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

“Senior brother, although the soldiers are from commoner backgrounds, where do we find 120,000 stonemasons?”

"We don't need stonemasons; they'll naturally know what to do once they get up the mountain."

Jiang Ziya dared not delay any longer and quickly signaled the army to send out men, who then marched in a grand procession toward the twelve mountains.

The Old Man of the South Pole bowed respectfully and sang loudly.

"Welcome, Master!!"

A crack appeared in the ground, spanning twenty or thirty miles, and a huge eye stretched across the mountain range, making the entire land seem as if it were the embodiment of a saint.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable is about to descend.

.........

Yang He was inside the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, but he could vaguely sense something was amiss. The soaring spiritual vision alone indicated that this was no ordinary situation.

"Even the sages have arrived!!!" He couldn't help but curse, yet he couldn't stop his comprehension.

Five immature seeds of the Jie Sect are enough to comprehend the Dharma. Now the first seven realms have been formed, and only the Integration Realm and the Tribulation Transcending Realm are missing.

If possible, Yang He even planned to try to comprehend the true form's method of becoming an immortal.

As for the Twenty-Four Devas.

Yang He did have an idea to bypass Daoist Ran Deng and directly refine the Dinghai Pearl, but unfortunately, the innate treasure after being consecrated cannot be reversed, and even if it could, it would be beyond the reach of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

He put it aside for the time being and did not spend too much time on the Twenty-Four Heavens.

suddenly.

The vast ocean is turbulent, and you can see tornadoes forming in the deep, boundless waters, with bubbles churning. The Tongtian Sect Leader arrived late, but he did.

Boom! ! !
An arm that blotted out the sky slowly emerged from the sea, each finger seemingly able to pierce through heaven and earth, its skin covered with mysterious Dao patterns.

The seven attendants knelt on the ground, the lion mane of the dragon-headed immortal shook wildly, the tail of the black-cloud immortal curled in piety, and the golden-light immortal chanted scriptures. Each of them was filled with excitement and fear.

Yang He glanced at the mansion and saw the figures of his four disciples standing at the entrance.

The robes of the four disciples were slightly torn and faintly shimmered with five-colored light, indicating that they had not appeared because they were fighting with Lady Yunxiao.

Lingya Xian noticed Yang He, and a cold glint appeared on her lips.

A puff of white vapor silently escaped from the elephant's trunk.

Yang He heard Lingya Xian's mocking voice, "Junior, take care of yourself. You can't just eat a Dao Seed whenever you want."

White mist drifted through the ground and entered Yang He's mouth and nose.

Yang He groaned as the drawbacks of the Dao Seed began to intensify, with coral branches growing wildly inside and outside his body, spreading throughout his internal organs.

The seed of Tao is completely exhausted, and the backlash threatens its life.

"pity."

Yang He was slightly disappointed. The Dharma Gate's Integration Realm was complete, only lacking the Tribulation Realm. However, it didn't matter. There would be plenty of opportunities to obtain the Dao Seed and Dao Fruit in the future. He should return to the main world first.

He narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at Spirit Tooth Fairy.

As for that old elephant with white teeth, we have plenty of time to settle accounts. Even if we can't do anything to you in the Investiture of the Gods, we still have Lion Camel Ridge.

Hmm, I've heard that elephant trunk is a delicacy; I must try it.

Lingya Xian looked surprised. It was the first time he had encountered a mortal like Yang He. Instead of being afraid, he showed malice before his death.

"Haha, do you think you mere ants can threaten me?"

"Shen Gongbao, if you survive, I will use your soul to light a sky lantern, and I will eat your soul and spirit every day until I am restored to my original state."

Yang He's vitality was waning, and his soul was showing signs of dissipating.

Lingya Xian looked away, her sharp, white fangs rubbing together gently.

"I probably won't have the chance to enjoy it."

However, the next moment, Lingya Xian trembled uncontrollably and looked at Yang He again. The latter was still on the verge of death, but his aura was abnormal.

The seven attendant immortals' pupils suddenly contracted, recognizing the aura emanating from… the Primordial Celestial Venerable!

Their astonishment wasn't due to the arrival of Yuanshi Tianzun, since Yuanshi Tianzun was destined to intervene in the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation after the arrival of Tongtian Jiaozhu.

Rather, it seems that Yuanshi Tianzun is actively protecting a mortal?
Who is this person?!

The lush coral branches around Yang He stopped growing and instead revealed extremely mysterious patterns that resonated with his aura.

"How is that possible? Who is Shen Gongbao?"

Lingya Xian took a half step back in disbelief and sent a telepathic message to Du'e Zhenren, only to learn that Shen Gongbao was a second-generation disciple who had betrayed the Chan Sect.

Countless eyes of the Primordial Celestial Venerable opened in the sky, instantly becoming equal to the Tongtian Sect Master, and the Yin energy became extremely chaotic.

Most of the eyes were silently destroyed.

Immediately afterwards, the iris of one of the eyes split open, and a finger as smooth as jade emerged from it, crossing the void and touching Yang He's brow.

The seed of Tao in Yanghe's Niwan Palace has disappeared, but the Dharma Gate has begun to be completed once again.

In a short moment, the contents of the Tribulation Transcending Realm were about to be revealed.

His body, on the verge of collapse, was rebuilt. The coral-like branches no longer eroded his vitality, but instead merged into his meridians, perfectly integrating with his flesh and blood.

Yang He felt a vast and unfathomable stream of memories flowing through his body, and the five-colored divine light unfolded before his eyes like a scroll, making the method completely complete.

【The True Secrets of the Five Directions Mysterious Light Cave】

Yang He's gaze was fixed on an old Taoist priest not far away. Among the seven disciples of the Seven Immortals, who had different appearances, the Taoist priest Ran Deng seemed out of place and did not attract any attention.

He didn't care about anything else; most of the yin energy dissipated immediately.

The Taoist priest smiled slightly, turned around, and disappeared into the alley.

"You old schemer, just you wait."

Yang He did not choose to return to the main world; his consciousness attached itself to a wisp of Yin energy.

His injuries were too severe, and it would likely take three or four days for him to make the round trip. Moreover, his Ghost Immortal body seemed to be undergoing some kind of change.

.........

In front of the mansion.

With a flick of her sleeve, the Golden Spirit Mother's fingertips flashed with sword light.

"What a mere mortal at the Integration Realm! How could you possibly attract the attention of a sage? I'd like to see just how fortunate you are."

"Wait a minute."

The Taoist priest, led by the four disciples, stepped forward and stopped them with a smile, saying, "Shen Gongbao has seven attendant immortals who have investigated the situation. You and I must first find the physical bodies of the Twelve Golden Immortals. Yunxiao is not easy to deal with."

"kindness."

Daoist Duobao glanced back and nodded to Daoist Randeng.

(End of this chapter)