Mythology

Chapter 397 The Taoist Ran Deng's Mental State Explodes

Yang He was eager to break through to the True Immortal realm. Hundreds of pills appeared in front of him, and he also brought the Three-Legged Cauldron with him.

He crawled inside the three-legged cauldron and tied the cauldron body with red ropes.

This item is the 'Binding Yin Rope,' a mid-grade Yin artifact specially crafted in the main world, its purpose being to prevent Yin energy from leaking out.

The Yin-binding rope began to work, and Yin energy continuously poured into the three-legged cauldron.

Yet there was no sign of it collapsing.

Yang He focused his attention on the movements of Lingjiu Mountain, then closed his eyes and concentrated. Yin energy surged within his body like a tide, eventually returning to the Daoist temple.

To put it simply, becoming an immortal and attaining enlightenment is just about the convergence of the three flowers at the top of the head.

The Ghost Flower of the Yin Immortal has already sprouted. It only needs the nourishment of Yin energy and a little opportunity to grow vigorously.

Unfortunately, the Three Flowers are essentially saplings of the Heavenly Dao. If this thing were a real plant, it would probably be like the innate spiritual root in Journey to the West, taking tens of thousands of years to take root and sprout.

Although Yang He had never tried it before, he found it incredibly difficult to even approach the bottleneck.

"kindness?"

The Ghost Flower absorbed the nutrients frantically, without the resistance one might expect. Yang He could even feel his body and soul cheering with joy.

Unbeknownst to many, the Ghost Tricolor has already begun to emerge.

Yang He frowned, and three flowers formed a strange phenomenon on the top of his head. The three dark and lustrous flower stamens contained the charm of the Dao and constantly revealed their mysteries.

He swallowed handfuls of pills, the medicinal properties stimulating his yang fire to burn.

The three-legged cauldron crackled and sputtered, with smoke and dust seeping out from its gaps.

"It went too smoothly."

Yang He had a vague feeling that something was wrong. The Three Flowers Gathering at the Top was completely different from what he expected, giving him the illusion that it was all happening naturally, but he knew that becoming an immortal could never be so normal.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he hadn't rashly placed his hopes on the Twenty-Four Heavens.

Understanding the process of becoming an immortal and attaining enlightenment is also very important.

His cultivation level rose steadily, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached its limit. He was only one step away from becoming a true immortal, and his physical and spiritual state had reached its peak.

Yang He abruptly stopped, silently waiting for the right moment.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The flames on Lingjiu Mountain lingered, immediately attracting the attention of Daoist Ran Deng. Inside Yuanjue Cave, raging karmic fire enveloped the outer perimeter of the Daoist temple.

The Taoist Ran Deng swept across Lingjiu Mountain without noticing anything unusual.

The flames were merely an outflow from a furnace used to incinerate corpses; the karmic fire was so difficult to extinguish that it had not subsided.

As for the death of Liao Shan, he didn't care.

However, the ever-present tremor in my heart felt as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything, and everything had a traceable pattern.

The Taoist Ran Deng knew this all too well; wasn't he just like that?

Unable to withstand the lingering heat of karmic fire, even those monks who were pure of heart and devoid of desires were still driven to venture deep into Vulture Peak to ward off disaster and misfortune.

The Taoist Ran Deng discovered that about a hundred people were approaching Yuanjue Cave.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he waved his wide sleeves, causing the glass lamp to flicker with a faint light.

In an instant.

A raging inferno erupted, transforming into a ferocious fire dragon that lunged at the monks.

Amidst the piercing screams, the monks' bodies twisted and deformed in the karmic fire, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye, and their relics returned to the glass lamp.

However, at this moment.

More than a dozen streaks of light shot out from all directions, heading straight for the Twenty-Four Heavens! Other streaks of light were chasing after them, trying to stop them.

The Taoist Ran Deng flew into a rage, his face instantly contorting in anger.

He made a hand gesture, and the karmic fire formed a vast net of flames.

As a result, the guardian deities cooperated perfectly, some using their magical weapons to defend themselves, and others using their supernatural powers to resolve the situation, managing to tear open a gap!
boom!
Da Fentian seized the opportunity, his body swelled several times over, and all his eyes opened at the same time. He took the opportunity to enter one of the Buddhist beads!
Why did the guardian deity lose control? Could it be because of the Guide Daoist?

The Taoist Ran Deng was not alarmed. Lingjiu Mountain was his own Taoist temple, and some guardian deities who had not yet reached the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal could not affect the overall situation.

However, he couldn't help but suspect the Guide. The methods of the Twenty-Four Heavens were taught by the Guide. If there was a problem, it was very likely that the two Western Saints wanted to seize the Primordial Celestial Court!
The first thing the Taoist Ran Deng did was to seal off Mount Lingjiu. Then he shook the glass lamp, trapping the seven guardian deities inside. Three of these guardian deities had not been influenced by Yang He.

Because of his suspicious nature, the Taoist Ran Deng no longer believed in any guardian deities.

If it weren't for the long delay in refining, I would have preferred to burn it all away with the karmic fire.

"Could it be... Yang He?"

After the name Yang He appeared in the mind of the Taoist Ran Deng, his expression became one of surprise and uncertainty.

He could accept that the two Western Saints would use underhanded tactics, since both Jieyin and Zhunti were saints and naturally possessed unpredictable methods.

But Yang He is just an ordinary mortal, so how could he possibly gain access to Lingjiu Mountain?

"There must be something wrong with the method. If it were Yang He, it couldn't just be a few rebellious guardian deities; there must be at least..."

The idea had just formed in my mind.

The Taoist Ran Deng heard a group of people reciting the Tao Te Ching on a high platform on Mount Lingjiu. There were ninety-seven people facing east with pious expressions.

Their voices were incredibly loud, even with blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

The Taoist Ran Deng's pupils contracted sharply as he saw thick purple qi churning in the eastern sky, staining the entire heavens with a suffocating pressure.

"Laozi!!"

"Yang He!!!"

He clenched his teeth, and the karmic fire engulfed the ninety-seven monks on the high platform.

The bricks and stones cracked, but the monk remained motionless. His flesh melted in the karmic fire, revealing his stark white bones, yet his chanting grew even louder.

Deep within the purple aura, a blurry figure gradually became clear.

It was an old man leading a blue ox.

Before the rocks and vegetation could even touch the old man's clothes, they had already turned to dust and vanished.

The space centered on him was twisting and collapsing, forming a huge vortex-shaped depression, as if a piece of the sky had been forcibly ripped out.

It is like the navel of the heavens.

The Taoist Ran Deng couldn't understand how Yang He had managed to arrange everything at Lingjiu Mountain!
How dare a mere mortal scheme against me?!

Why won't you, a mere mortal, die?!
The Taoist Ran Deng stirred up the karmic fire, and the monk at the source had left no trace. However, the only way to stop Laozi was to remove all the purple aura.

Rumble.

Lingjiu Mountain has been transformed into a living hell, where karmic fires scorch indiscriminately.

The Daoist Ran Deng was nearly driven mad. He didn't want to admit that he had been defeated by mortals, and he didn't want to admit that a trace of Dao heart had sprouted within him...

Fear.

Yes, he was scared.

"How dare you!! How dare you humiliate me like this!!!"

The karmic fire of the Taoist Ran Deng paused, and his eyes turned red as he looked at a temple.

Yang He sat inside, and the aura he exuded was absolutely certain; he was clearly attempting to break through to the True Immortal realm and was in seclusion at his own Lingjiu Mountain Daoist temple!

They stole my destiny! They killed my followers! They destroyed my temple!

Do you really think you can achieve immortality by stepping on my dead body?!

"die!!!"

The karmic fire engulfed the temple.

Yang He put the three-legged cauldron into the Myriad Transformations Heaven. His expression was full of exhaustion, but there was a sense of relief between his brows. He had just encountered a great terror not long ago.

"We still have to rely on the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings. Becoming an immortal is not something a normal person can achieve."

Yang He's consciousness quietly shifted into another stream of yin energy.

As soon as the Taoist Ran Deng was delayed, a large amount of purple light seeped into Mount Lingjiu, and the figure of Laozi disappeared, yet seemed to be omnipresent.

(End of this chapter)