Mythology

Chapter 356 I Have the Most Work
Yang He genuinely desired the Shangqing Qi, sensing that it would be extremely beneficial whether integrated into his immortal body or used to refine Yin treasures.

Unfortunately, I am but a mere ghost immortal, and I simply do not possess such abilities!

He touched the bridge of his nose and suddenly understood Benboerba's helplessness. Yuanshi Tianzun was clearly asking him to get rid of Tang Sanzang and his disciples.

"Even with the assistance of the immortals of the Chan Sect, the situation is... hard to predict."

Both the Chan and Jie sects were rotten to the core. The traitor, Randeng Daoren, held a high position of power, and Yuanshi Tianzun entrusted him with heavy responsibilities.

Ha ha.

Isn't Shen Gongbao himself a traitor too?

Yang He felt somewhat frustrated. Thick smoke billowed outside the Buddhist hall, and even with the blessing of spiritual vision, the visibility was only about half a meter. He only knew that a torrential downpour had descended upon the vast ocean, and the ground was covered with cracks.

The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation is an omen of impending collapse and destruction.

While refining the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl, Yang He kept flipping through the Immortal Skin, secretly speculating on possible plot developments by comparing the twelve mountains emerging from the thick smoke.

"The battle of the sages should not last long; the Nine-Bend Ghost will be over in just a few days."

"The Twelve Golden Immortals seem... to be immortal?"

Yang He repeatedly confirmed that the words "Immortal Skin" indicated that even without the physical forms of the Twelve Golden Immortals, the mountains would eventually reshape their bodies and souls.

It would not be difficult for Yuanshi Tianzun to revive the Twelve Golden Immortals. In fact, the second-generation disciples of both sects possessed the characteristic of immortality.

The problem is that the Twelve Golden Immortals, who were resurrected in this way, will definitely pay some kind of price.

Perhaps the foundation has been destroyed, or perhaps the Dao heart has been damaged.

Perhaps... he has gone mad?
Yang He recalled the story of Taiyi Zhenren from the Qianyuan Mountain legend, who was clearly becoming more and more like a deity, which ultimately led to the complete downfall of the sect.

If you are resurrected using a divine skin, the cost will be minimized.

Yang He pondered whether the "Immortal Skin" was feasible and what benefits he could gain from it.

"It's unrealistic to fill the skins of the Twelve Golden Immortals with flesh and blood."

"We can select some parts to do."

Yang He made up his mind largely because of Taiyi Zhenren. His cheap master had done him a favor, and it was necessary to help him out.

Even if you can't obtain the pure Qi of the Supreme Purity, you should still give it a try.

If Taiyi Zhenren is resurrected through the divine skin, he might be able to break free from the demonic and divine aspects of the sect in the future, which would greatly reduce the difficulty of understanding sect stories.

Yang He is still unaware of the benefits of completing the sect's historical records.

"To be on the safe side, let's set a date."

"It will take at least four days to refine the Dinghai Pearl into the Twenty-Four Heavens, and it will probably take another ten days to half a month for the story to end. I have plenty of time to help Taiyi Zhenren revive, so I am confident."

"However, the variables in the struggle between sages are too great. We must seize every moment and not lose both our wife and our army."

Yang He no longer hesitated, and the light of the Sea-Stabilizing Pearls in his palm dimmed.

The strange phenomenon of turbulent waves could be vaguely seen inside.

Yang He has completed the initial refinement of the Twenty-Four Heavens. The next step, inscribing the Daoist spirit patterns, requires all the Sea-Stabilizing Pearls to be done together, but the difficulty is relatively much simpler.

"Next, it's a contest of patience between me and Daoist Ran Deng."

"He thought he had it all figured out, but in reality, he still had to depend on my attitude."

Yang He could sense the spying every few days, but Daoist Ran Deng merely confirmed it and had no intention of actively pressuring him.

He took out a magic seal and pretended to transmit his thoughts to the Three Corpse Taoist.

The main purpose was to inform the Three Corpse Taoist of the contents of the Immortal Skin, so as to avoid the Primordial Heavenly Venerable becoming suspicious and causing connections to arise between the permanent characters.

"Let's first pretend to be the Ghost Immortal of the Yin and obtain the skin of the True Man of Taiyi. Later, we can consider sending it to the mountains through the Immaculate Ghost Buddha."

Unfortunately, the sacred sites of the two religions are shrouded in the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, so the Immaculate Ghost Buddha can only descend at Qinglong Pass. The twelve mountains are now already within the formation, so it will inevitably take more effort.

Rumble.

At that moment, the ground shook violently.

Yang He looked up abruptly and noticed that the noise came from the mansion of the wealthy man. The building looked as if it had been weathered by time, with aged beams and pillars and broken tiles, as if thousands of years had passed.

The five-colored divine light flickered, seemingly barely suppressing the four disciples.

Yang He's expression was solemn. The four disciples of the Tongtian Sect Leader were no ordinary people. In addition, they had the advantage of timing and location. Yunxiao Niangniang was now mentally deficient, and it was only a matter of time before she fell into a disadvantageous position.

"call."

Yang He deliberately severed his life force, causing the Yin energy in the Buddhist hall to surge.

Your character, the Ghost Immortal, has died; the story has ended.

Life had vanished completely, but a phantom image remained in the Buddhist hall, which was essentially an act of repaying the enemy with their own.

Don't you, Daoist Ran Deng, like to engage in open and aboveboard schemes?
Well.

My yin energy is not dissipated; the yin energy that constitutes my body and soul is in the Buddhist hall.

Guess when I'll regain consciousness?

.........

Yang Heyi arrived in the main world and, after a short preparation, summoned the control panel again.

[Common Things: The Heart Can Cause Murder]

[Related Allusions: "Nine-Bend Ghost" and "Ghost Slaying Immortal"] Do you wish to consume 10 points of Spirit Vision to enter the allusion world?

"determine."

“Play the role of the Three Corpse Taoist.”

Yang He had the idea of ​​going into seclusion to cultivate his true form, but unfortunately, the Heavenly Tribulation was all-pervasive and inconvenient for cultivation, and he had not yet entered the True Secret Record of the Five Directions Profound Light Cave.

.........

Once I regained consciousness, all I could see was darkness.

Yang He quickly took control of the Three Corpse Taoists, and his eyes fell upon the devastated Hunyuan Golden Cauldron outside the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard the sounds of close combat. He saw Yang Jian and his companions fighting a strangely shaped evil spirit whose body seemed to be pieced together and whose back was covered by a tortoise shell that resembled a skull.

Yang He immediately recognized that the evil spirit must have come from Guiling Shengmu, one of the four disciples.

It is said that the Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit was a ten-thousand-year-old mother tortoise who attained immortality during the time of Emperor Yan. When Cangjie created the character for tortoise, he used it to transform into human form.

"The situation regarding Lady Yunxiao is not good."

The space between the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron and the surrounding area was already riddled with cracks. Although the cracks were slowly healing, new ones would appear every now and then. It was unclear how long the cauldron could hold out.

Yang He looked around the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, dressed as if he were getting married.

He belatedly reached into his pocket and pulled out a tattered marriage certificate, immediately catching a strong whiff of blood.

Yang He carefully unfolded the paper. The pages were yellowed, the edges were torn, and the writing was blurred, as if it had been soaked in blood.

However, it is still recognizable as the handwriting of Lady Yunxiao.

Yang He put away the marriage certificate with a complicated expression, then slowly walked to the backyard. The Twelve Golden Immortals' skins were no longer active, the grass and trees were withered, and the skins hung high on one side of the courtyard wall.

He simply put away the skin of Taiyi Zhenren and then turned around.

Squeak.

The courtyard gate was pushed open, and Lu Ya Dao Ren leaned against the door frame, the red gourd at his waist swaying gently as he stared at the eleven skin bags.

"Fellow Daoist, are you planning to... interfere with the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation?"

"Well, I wonder if you could see me off from the Hunyuan Golden Bucket?"

"Why bother."

Lu Ya Daoist took a sip of his wine. “Don’t be fooled by the fact that the four disciples have suppressed Lady Yunxiao. They are not of one mind. Hehe, Duobao Daoist is just stalling for time. Hunyuan Golden Cauldron is still relatively safe.”

Yang He did not reply, and put the skin of Taiyi Zhenren into the Niwan Palace.

"Alright, but with your level of cultivation, you can only stay at the sage's temple for half a day at most. I can only take you to the street next to the mansion."

"Thank you, fellow Daoist. I'll treat you to wine after the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation is over."

"You're welcome."

Lu Ya Daoist waved his hand, saying that even though Yang He had been resurrected many times, the sacred grounds were completely different, and he would almost certainly die there.

He opened his mouth and spat out a blade of light that enveloped Yang He's body.

"Fellow."

Lu Ya Dao Ren threw out a straw figure, saying, "If you encounter danger, you can smear the other person's name or blood on the straw figure, and I will protect you from one disaster, but only one."

Yang He respectfully performed a Taoist salute, and then was swept away by the blade light and disappeared into the crevice.

In the blink of an eye, it was no longer in the Hunyuan Golden Bucket.

When he came to his senses, he saw thick smoke that made it impossible to see his own hand in front of his face, and strange coral branches covering the ground and walls.

"Uh."

Suddenly, Yang He heard a murmur in his ear, as if countless people were chanting the true words of the Great Dao.

The voice was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, sometimes like thunder, and sometimes like the whisper of mosquitoes, making his body and soul tremble.

In the blink of an eye, the coral branches began to wriggle as if they were alive, quickly wrapping around the ankle and slowly penetrating into the flesh and bones.

Every step Yang He took felt like dragging a massive boulder weighing a thousand pounds.

Without hesitation, he formed a sword with his fingers, gathered yin energy, and slashed directly at his own feet!

Click.

Both feet were severed at the knees, and blood gushed out, but in the next moment, the innate corpse energy surged, and new limbs regenerated rapidly.

Yang He communicated with the physical form of Taiyi Zhenren and silently walked towards the mountains.

The three ghosts let out sharp howls, unable to withstand the invisible erosion of the Tongtian Sect Master, but they still desperately protected Yang He's body and soul.

"No, try to keep the body intact. It's always good to die a few more times."

Yang He couldn't help but feel fortunate that the panel could offset most of the impact. Next, he would make sure he was not exposed, and even if he died, he would die in the mountains.

suddenly.

The number of spiritual vision surged inexplicably.

Yang He looked back and realized that the source of the strange spiritual vision was the mansion.

.........

Inside the mansion, the five-colored divine light made the buildings undulate like silk, stretching the space, which was only a few meters in size, into a space that appeared to be ten times longer.

Four figures stepped on the broken pillars, approaching the depths step by step.

The Holy Mother of Wudang stopped and calculated with her fingertips, "The physical form of the True Man Taiyi is gone."

Daoist Duobao chuckled, his magical artifacts swirling in his sleeves: "So what if I'm missing a physical body? The Twelve Golden Immortals will ultimately not escape this calamity."

"Too."

Golden Spirit Mother's body blazed with golden light. "I'd like to see who is so bold as to be able to enter and exit the Primordial Golden Cauldron so freely!"

With that, she raised her hand and waved it, and the golden clouds in the sky formed a mirror.

The bone armor on the back of the Turtle Spirit Mother trembled slightly as she said in a hoarse voice, "Besides that scoundrel Lu Ya, there shouldn't be a second person."

However, when the golden light reflected the scene, all four of them were taken aback.

A blood-soaked figure staggered forward, not only failing to become an immortal, but also failing to achieve even the perfected cultivation of the Integration Realm.

The Holy Mother of Wudang curled her lip in disdain. "Who is he?"

"The second disciple of Taiyi Zhenren dares to interfere in the battle for sainthood?"

Golden Spirit Mother touched the mirror with her hand, and golden light fell on Yang He's head. "Let the Seven Fairy Attendants handle it. Fairy Lingya is nearby."

(End of this chapter)