Mythology

Chapter 399 A Centipede, a Ghost Immortal

Yang He carefully examined the Heavenly Dao Tree, which was more accurately called the 'Myriad Transformations Heavenly Spirit Root'.

He then put away the cracked three-legged cauldron, letting the yin energy slowly dissipate, and watched the outside world with a playful gaze, causing Mount Lingjiu to tremble.

The flames of karma engulfed vast areas of the monastery, and the remaining monks were reduced to ashes.

Even without seeing the Taoist Ran Deng, one could sense the other's fury, a fury tinged with despair.

"impossible."

The Taoist Ran Deng's pupils suddenly contracted, and the twenty-four Buddhist beads gradually dimmed.

All that could be heard was a crisp sound.

One of the prayer beads broke, representing the permanent loss of the Twenty-Four Deities.

His worst fears came true; he was still completely clueless. Yang He had already laid a trap for the Twenty-Four Heavens.

So what if the body and soul have been refined?

The connection between the Taoist Ran Deng and the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings was gradually fading, feeling as if his flesh and blood were being ripped away with a dull knife.

"Yang He!!!"

The mournful roar shook Mount Lingjiu.

The Taoist Ran Deng's face was ferocious, the sun behind his head was spinning wildly, and karmic fire was gushing out from his seven orifices, leaving Yuanjue Cave in a mess.

He frantically performed hand seals, trying to stabilize the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings.

However, they found that their negative energy had vanished without a trace.

Purple light shone again in the east, and Mount Lingjiu suffered a heavy blow from the Taoist Ran Deng, causing the Supreme Lord Laozi to descend upon the land in a state of ebb and flow.

The Taoist Ran Deng had countless thoughts in his heart warning him.

Suppress the purple aura immediately, or the sage will arrive soon.

Unfortunately, inner demons had already taken over his reason.

In particular, Daoist Ran Deng sensed that somewhere on Lingjiu Mountain, there was a wisp of a soul that had recently entered the realm of True Immortal.

If nothing unexpected happens, it is one of Yang He's incarnations.

Shen Gongbao!!

"He...he actually attained immortality and enlightenment on Mount Lingjiu! How dare he?! How dare he attain immortality and enlightenment on Mount Lingjiu?!"

Compared to his previous failure, Yang He has undoubtedly stepped into the realm of true immortals.

The Taoist robe of the Burning Lamp Taoist moved without wind, and the glass lamp transformed into a twenty-meter-long lamp. The light of the burning karmic fire made the entire Lingjiu Mountain without any blind spots.

How could he possibly care about Laozi, that someone was trying to steal his Buddhahood, his position among the Twenty-Four Heavens, or his supreme opportunity?!

If I don't kill him, my Dao heart will never have peace again.

The Taoist Ran Deng burst into maniacal laughter, filled with unprecedented resentment.

"I'll make you vanish into thin air!!!"

He transformed into a streak of light and rushed toward the temple. Wherever he passed, the temple grounds twisted and collapsed, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and karmic fire burned his body and soul.

"Senior Burning Lamp, isn't your reaction a bit excessive?"

Yang He stood in front of the temple gate and respectfully performed a Taoist salute.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

Click.

A crack appeared between the eyebrows of the Taoist Ran Deng, exposing his brain tissue. He grabbed the glass lamp with his other hand and repeatedly smashed it against the back of his head, hoping to wake himself up through the pain.

boom.

The raging fire engulfed the entire mountain.

At the last moment, Yang He quietly unleashed the Puppet Immortal Transformation, and Yin energy spread out. However, before the Puppet Immortal's massive body could be fully unfolded, it crumbled inch by inch in the colorful flames.

Even the newly formed Ghost Flowers withered and dissipated in just a moment.

But Yang He was still alive, and the yin energy slowly gathered.

What is a ghost immortal?

Like a centipede, it does not die but remains stiff.

Ghost Immortals possess almost no offensive or defensive abilities. Even when transformed into puppet immortals, their strength lies in their immortality and high health. Yang He was pleasantly surprised; even with their numerous weaknesses, ghost immortals were not a problem.

Having a high health bar is enough to make someone a main character in Journey to the West.

He had a premonition that the Immortal Slaughtering Formation wouldn't last long, and once all the sages arrived, it would be beyond his control.

Needless to say, the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is all about survival; simply staying put is a victory in itself.

Once the Investiture of the Gods ended, almost all the stories of the havoc in the Heavenly Palace had been collected.

As Yang He watched the increasingly ferocious face of the Taoist Ran Deng, a thought arose in his mind: if he suddenly revealed a weakness, would the old schemer choose to possess him? It might actually be possible.

"Not necessarily. If the Yin Ghost Immortal falls into the hands of the Burning Lamp Daoist, he will be in a terrible predicament, unable to live or die."

He hesitated for a few moments, then glanced at Lingjiu Mountain out of the corner of his eye.

"Huh? In that case, there's no rush."

Yang He smiled and deliberately extinguished his own life force.

Your character, the Ghost Immortal, has died; the story has ended.

The Taoist priest did not stop, and the fire burned for more than half an hour before finally stopping. The surrounding area was devastated, with wisps of smoke rising slowly.

His inner demons were not alleviated in the slightest, and Yang He was definitely not dead.

Six of the Twenty-Four Heavenly Kings have already shattered. Even though Yang He is not at Mount Lingjiu, the Buddhist beads have not slowed down at all, and it is almost a foregone conclusion.

"Do not."

"There is still a great calamity before the Investiture of the Gods, I still have a chance."

The Taoist Ran Deng's skin showed a spiderweb-like pattern, and his body and soul were on the verge of going into demonic possession, but he still suppressed his distracting thoughts and went to Yuanjue Cave to take charge.

At least within the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, it was impossible for him to leave Mount Lingjiu.

There has been no news of Daoist Duobao.

As for the two Western Saints, they will likely choose to have Yang He become the Buddha.

"As long as you're alive, nothing is set in stone."

.........

Whether you inherit the harvest from the Edict of the Yin Ghost Immortal or not, you will receive the following benefits.

[Myriad Transformations Celestial Spirit Root]

[The Sixth of the Twenty-Four Devas]

Yang He smiled without saying a word, standing in the courtyard of the main world, gazing at the rising and setting sun, and contemplating the qualitative change in his state of mind brought about by becoming an immortal.

It gives you a feeling of seeing mountains as not mountains and water as not water.

Life expectancy has risen to a thousand years.

In this turbulent world, lifespan may not be of much use, but a true immortal represents everything, and destiny is under one's control.

“We can kill the Taoist Ran Deng, but we’ll have to wait a bit longer.”

The small world of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha is expanding, already reaching five hundred zhang in size, and it can be foreseen that once Laozi descends upon Lingjiu Mountain, its area will likely increase dramatically.

"The Taoist Ran Deng didn't notice. If I'm careful, I can take Lingjiu Mountain next time."

Not all of it, a third was enough to satisfy Yang He's appetite.

"Hehe, one fish, multiple ways to cook it."

Yang He suspected that the small world of the Immaculate Ghost Buddha was conceived because of the Buddha's attainment, which in turn originated from the Taoist Ran Deng, leading to the two Buddhas being destined to fight each other for the opportunity to become Buddhas.

Only one person survived to the end and transformed into the Dipankara Buddha.

"There may be some risks, but they are minor. I need to expand the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field as much as possible, as its current size is far from sufficient."

"Exchange for the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Spiritual Root".

Yang He's pupils flickered with a faint light. As his true body retraced the path of cultivation, his spiritual root plunged into the endless hell, penetrating through one layer in a short moment.

It is evident that even in the main world, spiritual roots can still extend downwards.

With the help of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Spiritual Root, Yang He could sense that fine threads had already spread from the depths of hell to the mortal realm, indicating that the cultivators of the Deep-Level Grand Master were moving faster than expected.

The mortal realm is the foundation upon which my true self stands; how dare you cause trouble?

(End of this chapter)