Mythology

Chapter 400 Qianyuan Mountain in Later Generations
Yang He didn't know how cultivators from the deep-level Grand Masters could extend their influence into the mortal realm, but one thing was certain: the effect of the Yin-Yang separation was disappearing.

Or rather, the line between humans and ghosts is becoming blurred.

It seems that starting from the Nuwa Festival, the mortal world has been plunged into endless calamity ever since.

"If all else fails, I will personally protect the mortal realm."

Yang He was not a saint who sacrificed himself for others; if a similar situation occurred in the world of classical allusions, he would never have attached such importance to it.

"Alas, the main world is my resurrection point."

Only when the main world is stable can Yang He indulge in reckless behavior in the fictional world. Even when his Dao heart was deeply affected by his direct confrontation with the sage, he only recovered after recuperating in the main world.

Yang He looked around Peibai City and noticed that several more temples had appeared in the city.

The main world must remain peaceful, even if it means fighting through endless hell!
Yang He's eyes were filled with killing intent, and Yin energy flowed continuously around his body. As he absorbed all the cultivation he had exchanged, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Spirit Root grew vigorously.

Consciousness once again felt the weightlessness of falling into an abyss.

Before long, an endless darkness filled all five senses.

However, it differs from the experience of becoming an immortal in the world of classical literature.

Yang He was unaware of the indescribable sense of oppression. Instead, he noticed a shapeless thick fog spreading out from the depths of the darkness.

With a little observation, one can see that the dense fog is composed of tiny particles that are constantly splitting and recombining, existing in a life form that is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

hum.

The thick fog began to ripple, and countless pupils began to emerge.

The pupils vary in size, some as small as a needle tip, others as large as a millstone, and are distributed irregularly in various corners.

Yang He knew that it was the true form of the Imperial Yin Ghost Immortal in later generations.

It is also an external manifestation of oneself.

"It turns out that the permanent characters are not in a certain level of endless hell, but at the end."

Yang He was confused and his consciousness returned to his true form in a daze. The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Spirit Root in the dojo quietly grew to eight meters.

"True Immortal Realm, but to be precise, it should be one-third of the True Immortal Realm."

He wasn't some flawless, perfected being in the late stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm; rather, his true form met the conditions for becoming an immortal, requiring all the permanent characters to be extraordinary and detached from worldly affairs.

Even so, Yang He still possesses the strength of a true immortal.

His gaze turned to the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

The training ground has expanded to five thousand feet, with the Heavenly Dao Tree standing majestically in the center. Mysterious patterns flow across its trunk, each pattern seemingly expounding some profound principle of heaven and earth.

The roots of the Heavenly Tree still penetrate into the endless hell, continuously drawing in yin energy.

"Exchange for the Twenty-Four Heavens."

Six Buddhist prayer beads hung in mid-air above the temple, and extremely rich golden seawater poured into the temple, causing its area to expand again.

However, the Twenty-Four Heavens are considered celestial courts, and the seas they inhabit cannot be transformed into land.

"The remaining eighteen prayer beads will have to wait a while. It's all because of the superior quality of the Burning Lamp Daoist's craftsmanship that it's so difficult for me to collect them. I'll study this Celestial Court after they're all complete."

"Well."

Yang He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and blood flowed from his nose.

Although the stinging pain was fleeting, he still found that the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field made his body and soul feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"The essence of becoming an immortal is to recreate the Heavenly Dao within the body, and it is inevitable that the body and soul cannot be fully integrated."

Yang He's situation is not an isolated case. In fact, immortals in the world of legends would choose to set up their dojos in places with deep yin energy to reduce the pressure on their bodies and souls.

He possesses an innate corpse qi body, and as long as he is not severely injured for a long time, he can withstand the drawbacks of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field contained within his body.

But so be it.

Yang He didn't mind the unexpected release of the Daoist temple; he even hoped that the temple would spread throughout the mortal world.

Only when the mortal realm becomes part of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field can absolute safety be guaranteed.

"There is no Heavenly Way in the mortal realm after this? Why can't I take its place? Everything has already degenerated into ghosts and gods? Why can't I set things right?"

Yang He reveals his ambition for the first time. After becoming an immortal, he is no longer limited by the perspective of mortals and understands that he can do more than he imagined.

"Above True Immortal is Great Luo Golden Immortal, and then comes Sainthood."

"I dare not say that becoming a saint is a certainty, but becoming a Great Luo Golden Immortal is definitely not a problem."

As Yang He thought of this, he couldn't help but frown. Why was there more than three realms of immortals in his memory of Journey to the West? Could it be that the realms will also undergo drastic changes in the next version?

“The dramatic change in realm can only mean one thing: the cultivation system and cultivation environment will be completely different.”

"Damn it, with eighty-one tribulations and hundreds of demonic arenas, the next version will probably be full of true immortals and golden immortals everywhere."

Yang He remembered that the Investiture of the Gods and Journey to the West were called the Great Calamity. Could there be a third Great Calamity in the past three thousand years?
His thoughts were in turmoil, and his cultivation gradually returned to stability.

suddenly.

Yang He suddenly noticed something was wrong. One of his disciples was dying, relying entirely on his Corpse-Dissolving Immortal Body to sustain the last wisp of Yang Fire.

"Yu Zheng? Is this what happened at Qianyuan Mountain?"

During his seclusion, he was completely focused, and Yu Zheng did not contact him by telepathy. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, he almost lost his capable assistant.

"Since we're going to Qianyuan Mountain anyway, let's go today."

Yang He snorted coldly and secretly activated his Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Body. Immediately, a soft popping sound came from his neck, and the head of the Ghost Immortal with a blue face and fangs emerged from the center, followed by the head of the Corpse Immortal and the head of the Ghost Buddha.

At the same time, the skin and flesh at the shoulder blades rolled up, and two pale, ghostly arms burst out of the body.

Yang He's appearance was already eerie and sinister.

He was slightly dissatisfied, as the limitations of the three-headed, six-armed Dharma body were becoming increasingly severe. If he wanted to use the abilities of the Yin Ghost Immortal, he would have to transform into a multi-headed, multi-armed form, which was a huge waste of time.

Furthermore, three heads is already the limit, and there can't be only three permanent characters.

Whoosh. The Yin energy dissipated, and Yang He vanished.

.........

Thick fog billowed over Qianyuan Mountain.

Because of the perennial dense fog, Qianyuan Mountain is hidden in the mountains and difficult to find. Even if a cultivator passes by, he cannot detect it with his divine sense.

The mountains are covered with lush vegetation, and the pavilions and towers have long since disappeared with the passage of time, leaving only dilapidated ruins half-hidden.

No one could possibly discern the mystique of what was once a sacred site.

Lai Xin stood at the top, gazing at the dozens of outsiders on the mountainside.

He was the 176th patriarch of the Zishi Sect, and was 215 years old. He had witnessed the rise and fall of the sect, and had also abdicated. Finally, in his old age, he took over the position of patriarch again.

Yu Zheng and the others were trapped halfway up the mountain, and could hardly move an inch.

Is the Church of Zishi dying out?

A look of confusion flashed across Lai Xin's eyes. Unbeknownst to him, the Zishi Sect had been wiped out. On the one hand, it was being besieged by the imperial court, and on the other hand, many people had chosen to defect.

But what truly bewildered him was not the fact that the Zishi Church was now defunct.

Instead, Yu Zheng denied the identity of Zishi Sect as the successor of the Qianyuan Mountain lineage, and kept invoking the names of the three ancestors to mislead others. As a result, at least one-third of the Zishi Sect switched their allegiance to Yu Zheng.

"Die, Yu Zheng."

"Or let me see what the Three Ancestors of Qianyuan Mountain are like."

Lai Xin didn't care about dying or disappearing; he just wanted to know if the Three Ancestors of Qianyuan Mountain were real and if the Corpse Daoist from three thousand years ago had come back to life.

He took out a copper bell and shook it gently; hundreds of lanterns shaped like human heads hung in the thick fog.

The lantern was made of leather, with clearly visible facial features. The empty eye sockets burned with eerie green flames and made a creaking sound.

Yu Zheng was covered in blood and was on the verge of death.

Behind him followed thirty or forty fellow cultivators, all of whom were ragged and whose foundations had suffered varying degrees of damage, some even severe.

Who would have thought that Qianyuan Mountain had been destroyed three thousand years ago?

Surprisingly, a protective formation still exists in the Golden Light Cave. The current sect leader is willing to sacrifice his body and soul as nourishment for the formation, even at the cost of mutual destruction.

Does it make sense?

The Three Ancestors' return to Qianyuan Mountain was inevitable, and even if they died, even if Yu Zheng died, it would not change the outcome.

"Lord Yu, is it still impossible to contact the Third Ancestor?"

The old Taoist priest added in a trembling voice, "These lanterns... seem to be getting closer!!"

One by one, lanterns shaped like human heads floated slowly toward them. The tassels hanging from them were made of human hair, and the expressions on their heads were incredibly distorted.

The remaining cultivators all stared at Yu Zheng.

Yu Zheng shook his head, remained silent for a moment, and said, "The magic array of Qianyuan Mountain blocks divine sense, so all means of communication are useless."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the others turned deathly pale.

Their auras began to fluctuate violently, and the yin energy within their bodies surged uncontrollably. Blood seeped from their necks. As natural outcasts of the Zishi Sect, the separation of their heads and bodies signified that they had gone mad.

The young cultivator knelt on the ground, calling out the names of the Three Ancestors.

The sound echoed through the mountains.

Lai Xin did not stop at all; instead, the human head lantern became even more intense, and the yang fire of the crowd gradually returned to the lantern.

Just as everyone was waiting to die, Lai Xin, standing on the mountaintop, also looked disappointed.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Yu Zheng coughed violently, and thick black smoke billowed from his mouth and nose.

Lai Xin was stunned for a moment, noticing that the black smoke seemed to have a life of its own, wrapping around Yu Zheng's body like an unusual Taoist robe.

To be precise, the style is exactly the same as the robes worn by the disciples of Qianyuan Mountain three thousand years ago.

Ahhhhh!
Yu Zheng's skin was covered with dense ghostly spiritual patterns, and his pupils turned into an eerie, inexplicable black color, with no white showing at all.

He showed no fear, raising his eyes with burning intensity.

"Welcome the Three Ancestors!"

The others were stunned for a few moments, then spoke in unison.

"Welcome the Three Ancestors!!!"

The black smoke faintly coalesced into a humanoid shape with three heads and six arms, and flesh and bones began to grow.

He raised his hand and grabbed.

boom! !

The entire Qianyuan Mountain trembled violently!
The lanterns with human heads in mid-air exploded all at once, the eerie green flames were swallowed by the yin energy, the thick fog dissipated, revealing Lai Xin standing dumbfounded on the mountaintop.

Lai Xin's copper bell shattered, and he staggered back a few steps.

"It really is the Third Ancestor! He... he... he's actually been reborn!!!"

"Hahaha."

Lai Xin allowed the protective mountain formation to be torn apart by the yin energy, and his three yang fires were mostly extinguished. He vomited blood and collapsed outside the cave.

His judgment is absolutely correct; the Third Ancestor has already recovered to the status of a True Immortal.

Yang He looked around Qianyuan Mountain, but his expression showed some regret. If the terrain were not so similar to that in the sect's dungeon, he would not have been able to recognize that this place came from the Daoist temple of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Logically speaking, even if a Great Immortal dies and his Daoist temple dissipates, it should not be reduced to a mortal.

(End of this chapter)