Mythology

Chapter 375 Seizing the Opportunity to Transcend Tribulation

Yang He had read through the information about the Tribulation Realm more than once or twice.

However, the forms of heavenly tribulations vary, resulting in great differences in the tribulation-crossing realm. One can only try all the methods that can be thought of.

As time passed, Yang He was still unable to grasp the vitality that was budding amidst the decay.

"No, procrastination is not for me. I was originally planning to reach the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Realm and then use the help of the Twenty-Four Heavens to break through to the True Immortal Realm."

"Turning your life into death is the path I should take."

With unwavering resolve, Yang He, possessing the innate corpse energy, voluntarily relinquished the suppression of the heavenly tribulation. Instantly, excruciating pain shot through his internal organs, and his senses became increasingly clouded.

"Brother."

Bixiao tugged at Yang He's sleeve, intensifying the influx of the five-colored divine light.

Yang He opened his cloudy eyes and said with a smile, "Bixiao, do your brother a favor."

Without waiting for Bixiao to speak, he continued, "I want you to suppress the innate corpse energy and make my physical body completely degenerate into a mortal."

Bixiao's face turned deathly pale, and she shook her head desperately, saying, "I...I'll die."

"It's about putting yourself in a do-or-die situation to survive."

Yang He barely managed to raise his hand to touch Bi Xiao's head. Immediately afterward, five-colored divine light spread throughout her flesh and bones, and the innate corpse qi body lost its sensitivity.

He was reduced to a mortal body, and the power of the heavenly tribulation intensified.

He didn't live long; his flesh and bones had already withered away.

Yang He faced death head-on, throwing himself wholeheartedly into the tribulation.

He had become accustomed to dying and coming back to life, able to grasp the boundary between life and death, as if he would return to the main world in the next breath, yet he still had a chance to live.

Bixiao was extremely worried, but the black cat didn't even glance at her.

A person and a cat were protecting the mummified corpse.

Two days passed, and Yang He still hadn't woken up.

.........

pat pat pat.

Cihang Daoist, carrying a flower basket, quietly arrived outside the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

The cinnabar mark between his eyebrows felt slightly hot. He felt that the aura emanating from this Taoist temple was unusually familiar, yet it was as if he were looking through a thin veil, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

"eccentric."

Cihang Daoren murmured to himself, picking up a golden lotus with his fingertips. Fine Sanskrit characters appeared on the lotus petals, which was the Buddhist supernatural power to dispel falsehoods.

Through the mottled window frames of the Taoist temple, he saw five-colored divine light flowing inside.

This is clearly Kong Xuan's great supernatural power, the Five-Colored Divine Light!
"As expected, I wonder what use Daoist Ran Deng has for the Five-Colored Divine Light."

Cihang Daoren took a step forward, and the Buddha's light shone into the room through the wall.

The first thing that catches the eye is a black cat, lazily lying on the altar licking its paws, surrounded by five-colored divine light, which is clearly unrelated to Kong Xuan.

As his gaze shifted, Cihang Daoren noticed Bixiao.

The little girl was holding an old man who was as withered as a corpse, and five-colored divine light enveloped his body.

"The Lady of the Azure Clouds? Isn't that Kong Xuan?"

Upon careful examination, Cihang Daoren determined that Bixiao's five-colored divine light contained Buddhist light, and logically it should belong to Kong Xuan.

"No, it was Bixiao who reshaped her body and soul at Jiepai Pass, not Kong Xuan!"

Before Cihang Daoren could think it through, Bixiao suddenly turned her head, her eyes blazing with five-colored divine light.

"Bad guy!" Her childish voice was laced with chilling murderous intent.

A dazzling five-colored divine light shot out like a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing through the wall.

Cihang Daoist had no time to react. He only felt a lightness all over his body, and the avatar to which his consciousness was attached was separated from its flesh and bones under this divine light.

Click.

Cihang Daoren watched in horror as his arm crumbled like building blocks, flesh peeling away piece by piece. "Truly worthy of the Five-Colored Divine Light."

He opened his mouth, and the last thing he saw before his consciousness returned to his true form was Bixiao's smiling face.

"The prince is sleeping, don't make noise."

boom!
The Taoist boy of Cihang Daoren suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist. The flower basket fell to the ground, and the willow branches inside withered rapidly, turning into a pool of foul-smelling black water in the blink of an eye.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple returned to silence, with only a few blood-stained lotus petals fluttering in the breeze.

"Brother..."

In the blink of an eye, the mummified corpse's last breath was extinguished. The black cat then vanished into thin air, leaving her alone in the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

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

Bixiao stared blankly at the dried corpse in her arms, her pupils trembling violently.

The five-colored divine light darted about uncontrollably, tearing cracks in the wall.

"Brother...?"

She gently shook Yang He, her voice filled with bewilderment.

Just as tears were about to well up in his eyes, Yang He's little finger suddenly twitched.

The lividity on Yang He's body disappeared, revealing new skin. His heartbeat quickened, and his breathing became smoother.

"Haha."

He didn't stay in the main world at all, and didn't even inherit any cultivation.

It's all about seizing fleeting opportunities.

The aura of the Heavenly Tribulation within Yang He's body was still raging, but the situation was improving, and he could feel that his physical body was adapting to the Heavenly Tribulation.

It's only a matter of time before they manage to escape.

"Brother."

Yang He smiled and brushed the dust off Bixiao. Suddenly, he sensed something and saw figures slowly approaching from the entrance and exit of Jiepai Pass.

The figures were all immortals and gods; they began to face the tribulation.

Yang He noticed the Twelve Golden Immortals, the Seven Immortal Attendants, and the Four Great Disciples, as well as quite a few rogue cultivators including Lu Ya Daoist.

Not counting the cannon fodder disciples of immortals and gods, I am probably the only mortal among them.

Yang He had just seized the opportunity to escape, and his soul began to erode his spirit. The spirit in the small world was covered in corpse spots and gradually aged.

He ignored it; having learned the shortcut to transcending the tribulation, the heavenly tribulation was no longer a threat.

"Old cunning bastard."

The Taoist Ran Deng, carrying a glass lantern, walked down the street accompanied by the Taoist Ci Hang, with the phantom images of the Twenty-Four Heavens flowing in his palm.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he happened to pass by the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple.

Then he abruptly stopped.

Yang He performed a perfunctory salute, and their eyes met.

The Taoist Ran Deng's eyes were indifferent and calm, showing neither murderous intent nor compassion, as if he were looking at a stone or a tree.

He nodded slightly, showed no emotion, and turned to leave.

"Immaculate Buddha".

"Shen Gongbao".

"The Corpse Taoist".

"No matter what your connection is, now that you're in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, don't even think about getting out alive. The calamity will show no mercy."

The Taoist Ran Deng rotated the twenty-four heavens, but when it was fully formed, it still lacked the foundation of five-colored divine light. He would then reclaim the fruits of his labor before the sage appeared.

Yang He sneered a few times, and when his spiritual vision stopped surging, he took out the Green Ox Head.

"Reaching the Tribulation Realm is no longer a problem; we're just waiting for you to come to us."

"And I do need to protect myself next."

Yang He muttered to himself, signaling the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple to stop suppressing the statue. Immediately, a rustling sound came from the altar behind them.

The immaculate Buddha statue came to life completely, greedily looking down at Yang He.

Yang He did not turn around, and Bi Xiao hurriedly activated the Five-Colored Divine Light.

Before the five-colored divine light could be emitted.

Whoosh.

Yang Heyi squeezed the straw figure in his palm, and a flash of light appeared. This object was related to the great supernatural power of a certain Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The immaculate Buddha statue was shattered into pieces, with fragments merging into the flesh and blood of the Taoist temple.

Yang He licked his lips. With the death of the fake Immaculate Buddha, he could vaguely sense the pavilions and towers that the people had imagined.

"Is this the unexpected gain that Green Ox Head mentioned?"

(End of this chapter)