Mythology

Chapter 360 Go find the old Taoist riding the blue ox
Yang He was filled with a myriad of thoughts. He wanted to change the calamity of Taiyi Zhenren, but the difference in their strength was as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

He couldn't influence Taiyi Zhenren, nor could he help his cheap master.

At the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, one's perspective on things is completely different, and a Unity Realm cultivator simply cannot understand the concerns of Taiyi Zhenren.

Taiyi Zhenren seemed to sense Yang He's thoughts and revealed a hint of relief, "Sixty is considered a long life for ordinary people. I have lived for countless millennia, so why look so sad?"

"Master, is there still a chance to ease the situation, until your disciple becomes an immortal...?"

"The calamity of the Investiture of the Gods is not only aimed at the general public, but also at the immortals and gods who are stuck in the mortal world, and even the saints of the two religions. All I can do is to take advantage of the situation and leap out of the water."

Taiyi Zhenren spoke with an open mind, "As for whether or not one can land on the shore, that is a matter of time and fate."

Yang He carefully considered his words before speaking, "If Master fails to reshape your body and soul and suffers a qi deviation, how can I help you? Or, Master, could you teach me some life-saving techniques?"

He considered that the Taiyi Zhenren in the Qianyuan Mountain legend might still be saved, since his cheap master at that time had already gotten rid of Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Idiot."

Taiyi Zhenren chuckled lightly, then said solemnly, "The Great Dao is fifty, and the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine. I am participating in this calamity voluntarily, and I will have no complaints even if I die and my Dao dissipates."

"If you are willing, my disciple, you will find a way to become an immortal for your senior brother in the future."

When Taiyi Zhenren mentioned Nezha, he couldn't help but sigh, "I don't need to worry about you. You're already halfway to becoming a Corpse Immortal. It's just a pity that I still don't have a clue about how Nezha can become an immortal."

What kind of immortal is Nezha suitable for?

"You can ask Daoist Ran Deng for it, but remember to be careful of him."

Yang He nodded helplessly. Taiyi Zhenren's Dao heart was firm, and even if he told him about the stories of Qianyuan Mountain, he could not change his cheap master's mind to his death.

Moreover, the panel involves a great deal of information, and even the closest people around you cannot be told anything about it.

"Disciple, select eight skins as soon as possible, and I will assist you in refining them."

Taiyi Zhenren knew that his remaining consciousness did not have much time left, and it would soon dissipate along with the destruction of the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation.

"kindness."

Yang He readily agreed, but a decision was forming in his heart.

In any case, he could not let Taiyi Zhenren die and perish; he had to go to Qianyuan Mountain to try and save him.

“Besides your skin, Master, I also intend to keep the skins of my Uncle-Master Guangchengzi, Uncle-Master Chijingzi, and Uncle-Master Cihang Daoren.”

Yang He considered that the twelve True Immortals appeared to be indistinguishable in appearance, and Guang Chengzi's cultivation level was subtly the highest, making him suitable for alchemy and weapon crafting.

Chi Jingzi's skin is of the fire element, which can be incorporated into Nezha's Hun Tian Ling.

The body of Cihang Daoren was left to the black cat.

Yang He used the surrender technique to accommodate the black cat, so the black cat no longer needs to stay in the Niwan Palace, but will instead roam outside as a spirit beast and mount.

There are advantages and disadvantages; using supernatural powers is certainly not as effective as having the three ghosts at will.

However, there are also advantages. The black cat can cultivate on its own and even control tools. Cihang Daoren's skin can be refined into a protective Yin treasure.

As for Taiyi Zhenren's physical appearance...

Yang He squinted, still intending to try out the Divine Skin.

He had examined the immortal skin many times, and the skin could indeed help Taiyi Zhenren reshape his body and soul after being filled with flesh and bones. If he could hand it over to the cheap master of the Qianyuan Mountain legend, it might have miraculous effects.

"Okay, let's get started right away without delay."

The commotion outside the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron had abruptly ceased, and the four disciples had stopped attacking Lady Yunxiao. However, the rifts within the space were expanding, proving that the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation was increasingly on the verge of collapse.

Without asking the reason, Taiyi Zhenren sent the eight skin bags into Yang He's Niwan Palace.

"Disciple, listen to me, refine your soul and aura into your physical body."

Yang He activated the Nuo Xiang Ghost. He was already very skilled at weapon crafting, and with the help of the methods recorded on the immortal skin, he quickly established a connection with the skin.

Taiyi Zhenren said no more, and controlled a portion of the Yin energy to tear at the eight skins.

The total amount of Yin energy was only at the Condensation Realm, but because of Taiyi Zhenren's understanding of his fellow disciples, it was easily reduced to countless fragments.

“My disciple, the weaving of the flag is like sewing; it must be seamless.”

The fragments were pulled out into threads, which intertwined under the guidance of Taiyi Zhenren, revealing the spiritual roots of the Twelve Golden Immortals within them.

Yang He watched as the remaining consciousness of Taiyi Zhenren faded away, but dared not disturb him, focusing all his attention on how to remember how to sew the flag.

"Hahaha, my disciple Yang He has the potential to become a sage!!!"

Taiyi Zhenren noticed that Yang Hexi remained expressionless, his Daoist heart unaffected by external forces, and he laughed as if he himself had become a saint.

"The world's first Corpse Saint, how strange!"

Upon careful consideration, it has been countless years since any immortal has attained sainthood, yet Taiyi Zhenren is absolutely certain that Yang He will surpass him.

"Disciple."

Yang He gritted his teeth, and the eight skin bags gradually formed a blank flag, grayish-white in color, with fine stitching marks on the surface, as if it were made of countless pieces of human skin sewn together.

"Disciple."

When he came to his senses, Taiyi Zhenren was already on the verge of death.

"Disciple."

"The disciple is here!"

"Never come looking for your master, even if you have already become a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Also, you must not go to the Jade Void Palace again. The Primordial Heavenly Venerable is in danger, and the Tongtian Sect Master of the Biyou Palace is also in danger."

Yang He's lips moved slightly, his brows furrowed with sorrow.

"Hey hey hey."

Before Taiyi Zhenren's consciousness was destroyed, he laughed strangely, just like the old rascal he used to be.

"Disciple, if you wish to know the sage's secrets, two years from now, when you reach Jiepai Pass, there will be an old Taoist priest riding a blue ox beside the upside-down banyan tree." "Ask him; only he can mention it!!!"

Taiyi Zhenren's voice echoed in Niwan Palace, causing waves of Yin energy to surge, and then Yang He could no longer detect any trace of it.

"Master, do you want to die? It's not that simple."

"If I can't achieve the immortal skin, I'll find another way. Anyway, the time-stopping legend of Qianyuan Mountain means my body and soul are definitely going to be reshaped!!!"

Yang He squeezed out each word through his teeth.

His chest heaved violently, and it took him a long time to calm down. It was thanks to the panel that Taiyi Zhenren retained a glimmer of hope. If he couldn't become a Great Luo Golden Immortal, then he could become a Saint sooner or later.

"Speaking of which, the old Taoist priest riding the blue ox wouldn't be..."

"Laozi?!"

Yang He belatedly realized what was happening and couldn't help but swallow hard.

There are three supreme ancestors of Taoism: Yuanshi Tianzun of the Chan sect, Tongtian Jiaozhu of the Jie sect, also known as Lingbao Tianzun.

And the Moral Celestial Venerable.

In the novel *Investiture of the Gods*, Laozi is said to be either an incarnation of the Moral Celestial Venerable or an alias of a sage walking among mortals.

Yang He carefully recalled the plot of the original work and murmured, "The Supreme Lord Laozi riding the green ox and Jiepai Pass should be the Immortal Slaughtering Formation."

Taiyi Zhenren undoubtedly revealed an extraordinary opportunity.

Yang He has had many encounters with sages. He feels that the Primordial Heavenly Venerable and the Tongtian Sect Master are unfathomable and possess indescribable characteristics. Let alone making eye contact, even getting close to them would drive him crazy.

Lao Tzu might be the only sage with whom mortals could communicate.

"As soon as the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation ends, I will go to the vicinity of Jiepai Pass and wait for Laozi to come and discuss the Dao."

Yang He was also very curious about the indescribable truth about the sage.

He ended his seclusion and scanned the second flag with his divine sense. The splicing marks had disappeared, and it was planted on the left and right sides of the Corpse Flag in the Ten Absolutes City.

"The conditions for a third flag should be even more stringent."

"Does this mean we have to skin the saint alive?"

Yang He shook his head. The second flag would likely refine the Yin Ghost Immortal, but unfortunately, he didn't have the habit of carrying the head of a permanent character with him. He could only return to the main world to deal with it later.

He originally preferred the Immaculate Buddha, since Nuwa in the main world had already been revived.

However, the experiences of the Twelve Golden Immortals served as a wake-up call for Yang He, reminding him that even disciples of saints have their limits, and it is very likely that they will find it difficult to make any further progress once they approach the point of severing the three corpses.

Yang He wore the skin of Taiyi Zhenren, while the rest of his skins were stored in his small world.

"A day has already passed, and time is running out. We must make a trip to Taiyi Zhenren's mountain before the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation collapses. Taking a hundred or so catties of flesh and bone will be enough to fill the gap."

He dared not delay and got up, intending to have Lu Ya Daoist escort him away again.

at this time.

As Yang He stepped out of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, a faint scent of rouge wafted towards him.

He subconsciously reached into his robes, where the tattered marriage certificate was slightly warm to the touch, and his Taoist robe was soaked with thick blood.

Upon examining the marriage certificate, the blurred handwriting was covered by scratches from fingernails, as if the Goddess of the Clouds had scratched it hysterically.

"Lady Yunxiao feels that she and the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation are doomed to perish together."

"My love~~"

Yang He looked around and saw that the beautiful figure had appeared in front of the Taoist temple at some point.

Lady Yunxiao was dressed in a five-colored wedding gown, but it couldn't hide the marks on her neck from the straps. She was clearly much weaker than she had been on previous occasions.

With her appearance, the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple was brightly decorated.

Even the air was filled with a faint scent of rouge.

This time, Yang He was no longer frightened; perhaps he had gotten used to it, and his expression revealed a complex mix of emotions.

"My lord, where are you going?"

Lady Yunxiao gently stroked her hair, revealing her arm covered with bruises and pinch marks.

"It's time for us to get married!"

Yang He found that his body was out of control and wanted to take the initiative to hold Yunxiao Niangniang's hand.

No, the previous wedding ceremony with Lady Qiongxiao resulted in the destruction of his body and soul, so the Three Corpse Taoist cannot play the role again in a short period of time.

"Mother...my wife."

Lady Yunxiao stopped in her tracks, lowered her head, and smiled.

"Would you be willing to wait a few days for me, even if it's a little later?"

“My lord, Yunxiao is still in the mansion and has never left. She will wait for you even if it means death.”

Lady Yunxiao took Yang He's hand, and the light of the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron enveloped the latter. "My lord, wherever you wish to go, I can accompany you on your journey."

"The mountains southeast of Jiuqu Town, if that doesn't work..."

"It's alright, my lord."

Without the slightest hesitation, Lady Yunxiao carried Yang He out of the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron with a beam of light, even though this caused the marks on her neck to worsen.

She smiled brightly and could faintly hear Yang He's soft voice.

"Thank you."

(End of this chapter)