Mythology

Chapter 398 Becoming an Immortal!!!

The Taoist robe of the Burning Lamp Taoist moved without wind, and one could sense that the purple aura had penetrated deep into Lingjiu Mountain, like a malignant tumor that could not be completely removed overnight.

As long as the purple aura remains, the incarnation of Laozi will descend upon the Taoist temple at any time.

In fact, if this continues for a long time, the real body might even appear.

The most troublesome thing is not Laozi, but the threat posed by Yang He.

The Taoist Ran Deng fell into deep doubt. He should have made no mistakes, so why did he end up on the defensive? Even after being blatantly provoked by Yang He, he still couldn't understand his methods.

Even the Dao heart was affected. A Great Luo Golden Immortal who had cultivated for countless years found his Dao heart unstable because of mortal affairs.

"Even if Yang He doesn't die, he will still face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death if he gets the opportunity to advance to Quasi-Saint."

The veins on the monk's forehead bulged, and he was overwhelmed with unprecedented emotions, especially when he saw the devastated Lingjiu Mountain.

Most of the monks were killed or injured, and although the temple was not extensively damaged, it was charred black.

"Since the beginning of the Investiture of the Gods calamity, when have I ever lost my composure like this?"

Memories flooded back, and each time she faced Yang He, she thought victory was assured, but that ant always managed to slip through her fingers.

"What if the Twenty-Four Heavens..."

The Taoist Ran Deng suddenly realized that Yang He had once possessed the Dinghai Pearl for a period of time, which he later retrieved. However, there might be something hidden inside, so he wanted to kill two birds with one stone this time.

Fear, like a venomous snake, crept up my spine, and cold sweat soaked my Taoist robe.

He was like a novice Taoist practitioner who couldn't help but feel anxious and uncertain, which was clearly caused by an unstable Taoist mind. If this continued, it would easily lead to inner demons. That's right, Yang He already had inner demons.

"No, it's impossible."

The Taoist Ran Deng forced himself to calm down and checked the Twenty-Four Heavens again and again.

If the Twenty-Four Heavens cause any more problems, we will lose everything. He will not allow this to happen. It is all Yang He's doing to disturb my mind.

Yang He chose to attempt to become a True Immortal at Lingjiu Mountain in order to shake his resolve.

"As long as I am careful and deal with Laozi, I will be able to gradually regain the lost situation."

"Yang He probably won't stay in seclusion at Lingjiu Mountain any longer."

The Taoist Ran Deng subconsciously sent a telepathic message to the Taoist Duo Bao, wanting the latter to hurry up and pursue Yang He's Taoist temple, but the Taoist Duo Bao did not respond.

"Duobao, don't think Yang He has me cornered. I haven't lost!!"

The Taoist Ran Deng muttered nervously, his inner demons growing increasingly severe.

In a daze, he heard someone laughing not far away.

The Taoist Ran Deng suddenly turned around, and with a burst of surging Buddhist light, the temple in his sight was instantly razed to the ground, and karmic fire soared into the sky.

Only the crackling sounds remained, reflecting his distorted face.

At this moment, Daoist Ran Deng finally had to admit it.

He was afraid.

It wasn't that I was afraid of Yang He's current strength, but rather the uncertainty that the mortal was displaying.

Yang He was able to arrange the descent ceremony of Laozi at Lingjiu Mountain, which caused the guardian deities to riot and enabled Bixiao to replace Kong Xuan and reshape his body and soul.

The Taoist Ran Deng felt that every bush and tree was an enemy, and that any slight movement was caused by Yang He.

He suppressed the urge to leave seclusion. There were a lot of troubles to deal with at Lingjiu Mountain, and if left unattended, he might not survive until the end of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation.

"The Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings are still here; mere mortals cannot harm me."

"I'm not crazy!"

"Get out of my way! I'm not crazy!!"

The roar that the Taoist Ran Deng could not suppress echoed across Lingjiu Mountain.

.........

Meanwhile, Yang He's life was much more comfortable.

Taking advantage of the fact that Daoist Ran Deng was preoccupied with his own affairs, he restored his cultivation to the peak of the Tribulation Transcending Realm and began his second attempt to become an immortal.

The small world of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha has expanded more than tenfold without anyone noticing.

It has silently occupied three hundred feet of Lingjiu Mountain, and the Yin energy it absorbs is becoming increasingly concentrated, which makes it much more convenient for seclusion.

However, he was still shaken by his previous attempt to break through to the True Immortal realm.
"No wonder the Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Body has been annotated by the True Man Taiyi. My cheap master repeatedly emphasized that one must do it all in one go to become an immortal."

"It turns out that failing to become an immortal does not necessarily damage one's foundation."

"Instead, when cultivators learn what will happen in the final step of becoming an immortal, they will inevitably have many concerns during their second attempt, almost severing their path to immortality."

Yang He glanced at his spiritual vision, and at the moment he failed to become an immortal, his spiritual vision increased by nearly ten thousand points.

He tried to recall, and fragments of memories flashed through his mind. It was as if his consciousness had fallen into an abyss, and his five senses were plunged into darkness.

It was a near-desperate suffocation, a clear, gradual sinking.

"What one encounters when becoming an immortal must be the so-called deep pit. Even saints cannot escape this fate. It is very likely the prototype of the endless hell of later generations."

Previously, we were not sure if the pit existed, but now we are at least 80% certain.

"Continue. If all goes well, once you cross the deep pit, you will become an immortal."

Yang He didn't understand why the final tribulation required entering a deep pit, nor did he understand the origin of the pit, but he was clearly not exempt from this custom.

He took out a large amount of pills and swallowed them, then crawled back into the three-legged cauldron.

Then they tied the remaining fourteen binding ropes to the body of the cauldron.

After finishing his work, Yang He patiently waited for three days.

Over the course of three days, through his connection with the Celestial Court, he was able to sense that the Daoist Burning Lamp had been suppressing the guardian deities of the Twenty-Four Heavens.

"hehe."

"If Daoist Ran Deng were to go all out and join forces with Daoist Duo Bao to target me from all angles, it would actually cause a lot of trouble."

"In this way, it may seem like a safe bet, but in reality, there is no chance of turning the tide."

"Old Yinbi is probably going crazy."

Yang He confirmed that Daoist Ran Deng had diverted most of his energy in a short period of time, and once again circulated Yin Qi to cleanse the Ghost Three Flowers, causing the flower stamens to bloom.

Everything went incredibly smoothly afterward; the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top encountered no resistance whatsoever.

One can imagine that if this world didn't have the deep pit, Yang Hecheng's attainment of immortality would be as simple as eating and drinking.

He arrived once again at the crucial juncture of the dragon leaping over the gate, where the three flowers were about to bloom. Suddenly...

Suddenly, I heard a splash as someone fell into the water.

Yang He felt as if his soul had left his body, his consciousness rapidly declining. One moment he was still in the three-legged cauldron, and the next he had lost all five senses.

There is no light.

There is no wind.

There is no temperature.

I can no longer even hear my own heartbeat.

Yang He remained relatively calm, after all, he had faced the endless hell before, but the feeling of his own existence disappearing was extremely terrifying.

Not long after, memory loss began to occur.

Yang He recalled his name, his past, and his obsessions, but the images in his mind were fading rapidly. It was at this moment that he chose to give up his attempt to break through to the True Immortal realm.

Fear surged in like a tide, only to be swallowed up by nothingness in an instant.

"who am I?"

"where am I?"

"Do I... still exist?"

"Could it be that my rebirth was just a dream, and I'm about to wake up?"

Yang He resisted the urge to use the Twenty-Four Heavens. He knew he had to take the shortcut, but that didn't mean he had to give up immediately.

He wanted to see what was in the deep pit.

Moreover, once you persist to the limit, your Dao heart will not develop any flaws.

Under such circumstances, every minute and every second was agonizing for Yang He. The speed of his fall was somewhat slowed down, but only relatively speaking.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

In this void where even the passage of time had lost its meaning, Yang He unexpectedly discovered that he was no longer falling.

His consciousness was curled up, like a flying insect stuck in a spider web, or like a drowned corpse.

"seem……"

"Can one become an immortal by controlling their consciousness to escape the abyss?"

Yang He, with his precocious awareness, quickly regained some consciousness and hurriedly moved closer to his physical body.

Even though there was no flowing water around, ripples were created.

Yang He felt as if facing a formidable enemy, experiencing the same astonishment he had felt when he first met the sage.

then.

He felt something...approaching him.

It cannot be described by sight or sound, because the deep pit has no such concept.

But Yang He knew that the newcomer was a being so vast as to be beyond comprehension, slowly rising from the depths of darkness.

Suddenly, a mountain collapsing and a tsunami struck, and his spiritual vision surged wildly.

"Is that thing observing me?"

Not with the eyes, but in some more primitive and essential way, simply being watched, memory begins to crumble, and even the most basic concept of self is disintegrated.

Yang He could no longer bear it and decisively communicated with the Twenty-Four Heavens.

The Twenty-Four Heavens located on Mount Lingjiu began to collapse, and then the Celestial Court was reborn in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. The process was extremely slow, especially with the help of Daoist Ran Deng.

Even if it's only one or two percent of the feedback, that would be enough.

Yang He's consciousness was suddenly enlightened and began to rise. The ever-present pressure gradually eased, and the monster in the pit showed no intention of chasing him, quietly watching him leave.

The two kept to themselves, as if it were all just a misunderstanding.

"Whirring whirring."

"It feels like I'm bait thrown into a fishpond!!"

Yang He gasped for breath, his consciousness instantly returning to the Immortal of the Yin Ghost. The Three Ghost Flowers appeared on his forehead, and a mysterious Daoist charm was revealed between his brows.

The three-legged cauldron shook violently, unable to contain the surging yin energy.

Yang He found it hard to describe the exhilaration he felt after becoming an immortal. Even though he was only a lower-level ghost immortal, his strength had completely surpassed a level.

No, it's not steps, it's a journey from the bottom of the mountain to the top.

He wanted to contain the Yin energy, but he couldn't control it as he wished. The three-legged cauldron let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain and was about to shatter.

"Hold on for a moment, and the future will help you achieve your greatest treasure."

Clang.

The three-legged cauldron slammed its fist into the ground, its eyes revealing unwavering resolve.

The ropes binding the body snapped one by one.

Yang He noticed that in the center of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, the Heavenly Dao sapling, which was originally only the size of a finger, was growing vigorously, while bright golden seawater was falling from the sky around the field.

"Well?"

Before he could even feel joy, his spiritual root had already begun to grow underground.

To be precise, it extends into a deep pit that is imperceptible to the naked eye. The progress is slow, but it never stops.

"No wonder the pit allowed my consciousness to leave; there's no turning back once I've become an immortal."

"Sooner or later, we will encounter the deep, boundless darkness again."

"Even saints cannot avoid it, let alone me."

"but."

"Should Buddhism have methods to avoid such situations?"

Yang He was puzzled. After a few quarters of an hour of resistance in the three-legged cauldron, the Heavenly Dao sapling finally stopped growing and stopped at about nine meters.

The Heavenly Tree had no branches or leaves, except for the blooming of the Ghost Three Flowers.

(End of this chapter)