Mythology

Chapter 403 completes the classic tale "Ghost Slaying Immortals".

Perhaps it was indeed the protection of the two Western saints that caused the commotion at Jiepai Pass to escalate, but the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple where Yang He was located remained eerily silent.

Twelve days later, a sudden, eerie wind arose inside the temple.

A pungent, stench of death emanated from the air.

Yang He's third ascension to immortality seemed effortless, while the Three Corpse Daoist appeared to be starting his cultivation anew, but in reality, he was already at the level of a True Immortal in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

boom.

The surrounding yin energy collapsed and surged into Yang He's body.

call.

Yang He opened his eyes, a hint of fear flashing in his pupils. Just moments before, as he was about to break through to the True Immortal realm, his consciousness had once again touched the deep pit.

Unlike last time, this time he clearly sensed that thing.
Laughing at yourself?
"Father?" Yang Sanlang approached Yang He with concern.

"I am fine."

Yang He stared at the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. The Heavenly Dao Tree had actually begun to grow vigorously again, stopping only when it reached about twelve meters in height. The area of ​​the Dao Field had also expanded by a full two hundred feet.

"The more permanent characters become immortals, the deeper the foundation of the Daoist temple becomes."

"It seems that I really have a chance to rule over the mortal world in the future by virtue of my own strength."

"Uh."

Yang Shimei suddenly let out a muffled groan, followed by a similar reaction from Yang Sanlang, but neither of them realized what was wrong.

Yang He's gaze was complicated; he understood that the Immortal Slaughtering Formation had become unstable.

The story is about to end.

He was inevitably conflicted about whether to end his children's lives prematurely.

suddenly.

Yang He noticed something amiss: the rate of increase in his spiritual vision had decreased slightly. Through his senses, he could tell that the immortals at Jiepai Pass were gradually disappearing.

This applies not only to true immortals, but also to those who are false immortals.

"The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation?!"

Yang He's first reaction was that he had been killed by a sage, but he quickly realized that it was likely related to the last story of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

"Sanlang, Qilang, Jiulang, Aruan, you cannot stay any longer."

Yang Sanlang stepped forward first, his missing left arm trembling slightly: "Father, there's no need to worry. We were born to face this calamity."

Yang Qilang stroked the hideous wound on his face, his eyes gleaming slightly: "It is already a great blessing that Qi'er can help her father achieve enlightenment."

"After the deification ceremony, our family will naturally reunite."

Yang Shimei gently hugged Yang He, "Father, remember to come to the Investiture of the Gods Platform to pick us up."

Goodbye, we'll meet again someday.

Yang He took a deep breath, and the Yin energy flowed through his fingertips.

"Disperse!"

The four offered no resistance, allowing Yang He to shatter their bodies and souls. In an instant, the temple was filled with turbulent energy, but it returned to calm after a few breaths.

Yang He dared not take the risk. The Investiture of the Gods had deviated from the original work, and it might not be a good thing to let his children participate in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation is no longer a clash between the Chan and Jie sects. If nothing unexpected happens, it is likely the final measure taken by the Three Pure Ones to transcend the abyss, just like the Tongtian Sect Leader I witnessed on Nine Dragons Island.

Yang He will most likely not have a role in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation; at most, he might settle scores with his enemies.

"Bangs".

Yang He glanced at the mortals hiding in the corner. Because they were in such a hurry, their cultivation levels were generally at the Transformation Realm, not yet at the Condensation Realm.

The only exception is Liu Hai, but his appearance is already half human and half ghost.

"come over."

Liu Hai knelt down in fear and trepidation, his forehead pressed against the ground.

"Liu Hai, keep this five-colored pill safe."

Yang Heyi waved his hand to block out the five senses of everyone else, leaving only Liu Hai alone. Then, a pill with flowing five-colored light appeared in his palm.

Liu Hai quickly took it, but the pill felt incredibly heavy in his hand, and he almost dropped it.

"Immortal, you speak, and I will gladly face any danger, even mountains of knives and seas of fire." Yang He tore off a lock of hair, refined it slightly, and infused it with his own aura. "With this, you may enter Qianyuan Mountain, but remember..."

He leaned close to Liu Hai's ear, his voice turning cold, "Qian Yuan Mountain will one day be destroyed. You can escape before the mountain gate is sealed, but you must not tell anyone."

"Disciple remembers it."

Liu Hai unconditionally trusted Yang He, regardless of the reasons for the destruction of Qianyuan Mountain.

"Find an opportunity to put the Five-Colored Pill in the Taoist temple in the Golden Light Cave."

Yang He carefully explained the intricacies of Qianyuan Mountain and even taught Liu Hai how to break the seal on the gate of the Taoist temple.

When Liu Hai looked up again, Yang He had already returned to the meditation cushion and closed his eyes to meditate.

They dared not say a word and obediently stood by.

The frequency of spiritual vision decreasing is increasing, and all immortals within the Immortal Slaughtering Formation will become part of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

When Yang He opened his eyes again, everything around him was still.

A crack appeared in the ground of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, and one could vaguely see a giant eye, more than ten meters long, staring at him.

As long as time resumes its flow, Yang He will be absorbed into the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

Yang He gazed out the window. In the thick fog, four mountains made of coral piled up stood tall, their peaks soaring into the clouds like sharp swords.

Liu Hai and the others looked bewildered, but were not affected in any way.

This indicates that the Immortal Slaughtering Formation will not affect mortals, and they should be able to leave alive.

[The story "Ghost Slaying Immortals" has been completed. Should we create a permanent character?]

[The Three Corpse Taoist cannot generate a permanent character; please play another character.]

Yang He had no permanent roles to play, as he was constantly vying with the Burning Lamp Daoist and simply didn't have the energy to play an ordinary role.

"It's a bit of a waste. We might as well go to Qianyuan Mountain to find the method to refine the Immortal Court. Besides, there should be a reward for completing the sect's historical records."

He cut off his own life, and then his consciousness went dark.

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

.........

Upon returning to the main world, Yang He's first thought was to look at the Taoist temple in the Golden Light Cave.

"Unfortunately, there are just too many variables over three thousand years."

He looked disappointed. There was no five-colored pill in the Daoist temple, nor any trace of them breaking in. It was as if Liu Hai and the others had vanished into thin air.

A sweep of divine sense across the mountain gate revealed no difference from the presence of a few extra disciples.

"Exchange for Corpse Flower, exchange for Myriad Transformations Heavenly Spirit Root."

Besides the three ghost flowers, three more flower stamens sprouted from Yang He's head.

Rumble.

The sudden expansion of the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field caused the disciples of the Zishi Sect to kneel in worship, with the new sect leader Yu Zheng being the first to bear the brunt.

Yang He quickly stabilized his cultivation, and the Heavenly Dao Tree began to release a second type of pollen.

A thousand miles away, children were playing and laughing. One of them accidentally inhaled pollen, and his body and soul were perfectly in sync, causing his hair to turn a ghastly white.

In an instant, hundreds of leaves sprouted from the branches of the Heavenly Dao Tree.

Yang He smiled, knowing that even if the mortals who transformed into his offspring did not cultivate, they would be influenced and would not become believers in immortals and Buddhas.

[Would you like to consume 1 point of Spirit Vision to enter Qianyuan Mountain?]

"determine."

Please select the Taoist temple where you hold office in Qianyuan Mountain.

Yang He refreshed the page three times and finally the Yuanshi Temple appeared.

[Yuanshi Temple: You are a true disciple of Qianyuan Mountain, assigned by Taiyi Zhenren to serve at Yuanshi Temple, responsible for maintaining the tranquility of Taiyi Zhenren's seclusion.]

"Choose the Primordial View."

“Master, you must hold on! Your disciple is holding back until after you become an immortal before entering Qianyuan Mountain, not so that I can personally send you off.”

(End of this chapter)