Mythology

Chapter 361 Lighting the Lamp, You Are Honored

When Yang He opened his eyes, he was already at the foot of the mountains.

The moment he left the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron, he could sense the watchful eyes of the four disciples, but this time they did not stop Yang He.

This is mainly because the physical forms of the Twelve Golden Immortals have been mostly damaged.

"The Golden Spirit Mother is quite reliable; at least she didn't make me continue to be under a fluorescent light."

Yang He looked up and surveyed the mountains; twelve mountains stood majestically.

Thousands of soldiers clung to the rock face, mechanically chiseling away at the mountainside with iron chisels in hand, all of them exhausted.

He relied entirely on the talisman he wore on his chest, which occasionally boosted his yang energy.

Yang He stared at the mountain range of Dao Xing Tian Zun, with only jagged sections remaining above his neck, and the mountaintop shrouded in a grand array set up by the seven attendant immortals.

Each time the Seven Immortals cast their spells, dozens of soldiers would explode and die, their blood being absorbed by the great formation, in an attempt to prevent the Primordial Heavenly Lord from reshaping the Twelve Golden Immortals.

"hiss……"

Yang He gasped, but compared to the strange phenomena caused by the two sages, it was nothing.

The twelve mountains seemed rather small-scale.

The sky looked like a tattered cloth torn apart by a tremendous force, with endless cracks stretching as far as the eye could see. Through the cracks, one could vaguely see fragments of bone and flesh floating in the air.

It resembles a blood-red galaxy stretching across the sky.

The once inverted, vast ocean has been shattered, with a gap appearing in the lower right corner, causing the water in the winding Yellow River Formation to surge upwards.

The battlefield where the saints of the two religions fought and debated was frozen in place, forming a bizarre and spectacular picture of death.

Blood flowed from the pupil between Yang He's eyebrows, and the three ghosts let out a wail of unbearable pain.

If I keep looking straight ahead, I can return to the main world sooner.

"The whereabouts of the two sages are unknown, but Yuanshi Tianzun should have the upper hand, and the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation could not withstand their power."

Yang He forced himself to look away despite the burning pain. After all, the Seven Immortals were not ordinary people, and some of them had already noticed something was amiss in a short time.

"We can't delay any longer. We'll switch roles immediately after retrieving the flesh and bones."

"Otherwise, there wouldn't be time to scheme against that old man, Daoist Ran Deng."

He darted away, dodging the gaze of the seven attendants, and nimbly climbed to knee level. Then he opened his mouth and spat out a large number of eye worms.

The euglena gnawed at the rock face, quickly digging a hole.

Fearing that he would attract the attention of the seven immortal attendants, Yang He did not wear a skin bag. Fortunately, the twelve mountains were unrelated to the Tongtian Sect Leader, and their invisible corrosiveness was not enough to kill his life in a moment.

He held his breath and carefully peeled away the surface layer of rock.

As the debris fell, it revealed flesh with clearly visible muscle texture, and the aura it emitted was indeed from the same source as that of Taiyi Zhenren.

The information revealed by the spiritual vision indicates that it was indeed Taiyi Zhenren.

The remains of Taiyi Zhenren

"Unfortunately, once it leaves the mountain, the flesh and bones will quickly rot."

Yang He examined the immortal skin again, then took out the skin of Taiyi Zhenren.

The skin unfolds in the wind, as if echoing the flesh and bones within the mountain.

Yang He carefully extracted some flesh and bone, and according to the structure of the human body, refined it into different body structures, filling the skin little by little.

As the skin becomes fuller, the facial contours become more defined.

"not enough."

Yang He did not elaborate on the structure, but only constructed a rough outline. The internal organs were merely in form, but they were still quite presentable.

As time passed, he simply sealed off the pit, clinging to the outer layer of the mountain.

It took Yang He two whole days to barely finish filling the sacs. At first glance, the sacs already looked like corpses, only their structure was a bit strange. "So, it's completely unrealistic for me to fill all twelve sacs."

"It will take at least ten days to complete completely, because my physical body and aura are similar to those of Taiyi Zhenren. If it were any other Golden Immortal, it probably wouldn't be possible to finish in twenty days."

"Hehe, it would be a miracle if the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation could hold out for another ten days."

The skin bag hung in mid-air, and blood kept seeping from the gaps in the ribs, accumulating into a dark red puddle at the bottom of the pit.

Suddenly, clear footsteps came from behind.

Yang He froze. Because he needed to select suitable flesh and blood, he had unknowingly dug a cave four or five meters deep, but the entrance and exit were covered with eye worms, making it impossible for either humans or ghosts to enter.

"Disciple, it's been a long time. Your cultivation has improved considerably."

A familiar voice rang out.

Yang He's hair stood on end; the voice was clearly that of the Immortal Taiyi.

He turned around and saw an old man standing with his hands behind his back in the depths of darkness. He had a long, gray beard, a deeply lined face, and even the position of the mole on the corner of his mouth was exactly the same.

But something's not right.

The old man's smile was too stiff; his features looked as if they had been measured with a ruler, his wrinkles were arranged in a neat and orderly fashion, and even the interval between his blinks was precise to the second.

"What, don't you recognize your teacher?"

The old man awkwardly took a step forward, his joints making a cracking sound.

"This ordeal in the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation has made me realize many things. From now on, I will no longer strive for higher realms. I will first assist your Uncle Jiang in defeating King Zhou."

Yang He instinctively stepped back; the old man's words were changing things in the blink of an eye...

He's starting to look more and more like Taiyi Zhenren.

His physical presence, aura, speech, behavior, and habits were almost flawless!
If Yang He hadn't met Taiyi Zhenren beforehand, he would have thought the old man in front of him was just having a rough time after his body and soul had been reshaped.

"Master, Grandmaster instructed me to revive you through your physical body. Now that you've come back to life, your physical body is no longer of any use, is it?"

The old man grinned, his face wrinkling unnaturally. "Silly disciple, your grandmaster means to hand it over to me."

He reached for the leather bag, and heard a tearing sound.

He tore a huge gash in his abdominal flesh.

"Hehehe, your body and soul are not strong enough after being reshaped, disciple! Return your physical form to your master, otherwise your foundation as a Great Luo Golden Immortal will be damaged!"

The old man's smile froze, his face drooping like a melted wax figure. "My disciple, you...you're disobedient!!"

His voice was distorted and deformed, sometimes sharp like a woman's, sometimes hoarse like an old man's.

"Master, see you next time."

Yang He gave Taiyi Zhenren a deep look, then took away the skin bag and severed the life force without hesitation, causing the corpse to fall backward.

He knew that he would be all alone in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

Yang Jian and the others were not qualified to participate. Even if they were in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, they would still die. The Twelve Golden Immortals were all clones created by Yuanshi Tianzun.

The immortals of the Jie Sect were all in a state of fear, and some even imitated the Twelve Golden Immortals.

Yang He has offended Buddhism again, so the difficulty of the next story will definitely increase dramatically. Perhaps the only one we can count on is Laozi.

There was no room for wishful thinking in his eyes. He not only had to complete the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, but also had to become an immortal during this historical event. That's right, become an immortal!
"If you fall behind by one step, you will fall behind by every step."

"Only by becoming an immortal during the Immortal Slaughtering Formation can one guarantee sufficient benefits during the Myriad Immortals Formation."

[Your character, the Three Corpses Taoist, has died; the story has ended.]

"The first step to becoming an immortal is to have a stepping stone."

"Randeng Daoist, you are honored."

(End of this chapter)