Mythology

Chapter 407 The Myriad Immortals Formation (Seeking monthly votes from Number One)

After the Immortal Slaughtering Formation dissipated, Jiepai Pass was deathly silent.

The wind swept away the clouds, and yellow sand swept across the streets. The once bustling town was now deathly silent, with only the faint cawing of crows.

boom.

The city wall was hollowed out by the roots of the banyan tree. Now that the banyan tree, which represents the mountain god, has been submerged in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the city wall collapsed instantly, leaving only a few tattered flags fluttering in the wind, the character "Shang" already blurred and indistinct.

Two days later.

On the horizon, a dark mass of soldiers surged forward in perfect unison.

The Xiqi army has arrived.

Warhorses neighed, armor clanged, and the lingering yin energy at Jiepai Pass dissipated.

Jiang Ziya rode his Qilin at the forefront, with Lei Zhenzi above him, his gaze fixed on the empty city gate.

"Where's my junior brother?"

Nezha rides on his Wind Fire Wheels, his Fire-Tipped Spear pointing diagonally at the ground.

Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged sword gleamed coldly, and his Heavenly Eye slightly opened. "He's not in the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, but his magic seal hasn't dimmed, which means that Junior Brother Yang He's life is not in danger. Perhaps he's just recuperating in the shadows."

"kindness."

Nezha nodded and said no more; his junior brother did indeed like to bury himself deep underground.

Huang Tianhua rode a jade unicorn, with the Moye sword hanging at his waist. Behind him were a forest of iron cavalry, their long spears forming a continuous line.

The soldiers all had solemn faces and cold eyes, and not a single one made a sound during the march.

Only the echoes of footsteps reverberated across the wilderness, causing the mountains to tremble slightly.

"Halt, immediately station troops at Jiepai Pass."

Jiang Ziya raised his hand. Although he did not understand what had happened at Jiepai Pass, his divine sense had already noticed the extremely dense dark clouds on the horizon.

As expected, the Shang Dynasty's ghost soldiers have already assembled.

The dark clouds quickly obscured the last ray of sunlight.

The wind stopped.

Instead, a biting cold wind swept in from all directions.

Beneath the dark clouds, the ghostly soldiers of the Shang Dynasty were indeed slowly approaching. Even Jiang Ziya shuddered at the sight.

One by one, the shriveled corpses stepped forward, their eye sockets flickering with eerie green flames, their armor covered in moss, and constantly dripping black blood.

They had no breath, no heartbeat, only the clattering of bones grinding together and the metallic clatter of armor colliding.

"Grandfather," Huang Tianhua said in a deep voice, "the walls of Jiepai Pass are damaged and will take at least three days to repair. Before then, absolutely no war should be waged..."

"It's too late. The immortals of both sects are no longer in the mortal realm. We have to fight this battle whether we want to or not, otherwise the initiative we gained earlier will be wasted."

Jiang Ziya drew his God-Slaying Whip, facing east, as if he were directly facing Chaoge.

"Huang Tianhua!"

"Your subordinate is here!!"

"Pass down the order, you will lead..."

Before Jiang Ziya could finish speaking, he noticed that the soldiers were already showing signs of retreating. The oppressive feeling of tens of thousands of ghost soldiers slowly approaching was too strong.

While he hesitated, Ji Fa, already clad in heavy armor, took the lead.

Ji Fa raised his bronze sword high, stood on the chariot, swept his gaze across the ghost soldiers in front of him, and then turned back to look at the soldiers who were waiting in battle behind him.

"Soldiers!"

His voice was not loud, but it was like a great bell, piercing through the cold wind and clearly reaching the ears of all the soldiers.

"Today, we have nowhere to retreat!"

The sword's edge pointed straight to the sky, its cold light reflecting on Ji Fa's resolute face.

"King Zhou of Shang was tyrannical; he used evil magic to create ghost soldiers, bringing chaos to the world!"

"If we are defeated today, there will be no more pure land in the mortal world!!"

"Our wives, children, and elderly parents will forever be devoured by demons and monsters!!!"

"Our homeland will be transformed into a living hell!!!"

Every word was like a heavy hammer blow to the soldiers' hearts.

The army formation, which had been slightly shaken by the approaching ghost soldiers, gradually stabilized. The soldiers' hands, which had been gripping their spears, stopped trembling, and the fear in their eyes faded, replaced by a resolute and ruthless killing intent.

"Down with King Zhou of Shang!!"

Ji Fa swung his longsword, the sound of which shook the surrounding area.

"Restore a bright and clear world to the land!!!"

"kill!!!"

The 100,000-strong army roared in unison, their voices like thunder, shaking the dark clouds to churn!

At this moment, the yang energy of the Xiqi soldiers seemed to burn like a raging fire, soaring into the sky.

Seeing this, Jiang Ziya no longer hesitated. His God-Slaying Whip shone with golden light, and he shouted, "Generals, heed my command! Break the demon formation and slay the evil spirits!!"

"promise!"

Nezha, riding on his Wind and Fire Wheels and surrounded by Samadhi Fire, charged out first.

The Xiqi army crossed Jiepai Pass, forming a barrier to block the ghost soldiers. In mid-air, the yang and yin energies collided, bursting out with dazzling light!

The battle quickly became a stalemate.

The ghost soldiers had no cultivators guarding them, but their numbers were simply too great.

And the rotting body seemed tireless, charging forward over the remains of its comrades, until the soldiers' blades were dulled.

The veteran of Xiqi was tackled by three ghost soldiers.

He roared as he pierced the head of a rotting corpse, only to have two others bite his throat. The gushing blood instantly detonated the fire-lightning talisman.

boom!
The explosion took away more than ten ghost soldiers, but also opened a bloody path for their comrades.

Such scenes unfolded everywhere, with Xiqi soldiers risking their lives to carve a bloody path through the horde of ghosts with their own flesh and blood.

They firmly believed that the chaos and turmoil in the world were due to the perverse actions of the powerful merchants.

Xiqi gradually advanced its battle lines, but at the cost of human lives being as worthless as grass, and the strong smell of blood attracted countless demons to linger nearby.

Jiang Ziya gazed at the battlefield strewn with corpses, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

The Investiture of the Gods floated in front of him, constantly gathering the souls of the fallen soldiers, and the originally golden material turned into a blackish-gray color.

"As Master said, if there is any discrepancy in the Investiture of the Gods, the Investiture Platform must be built immediately."

When Jiang Ziya unveiled the Investiture of the Gods, the first name on the list was Yang He, the Corpse Daoist, whose handwriting had become strange and illegible and was still spreading.

"The Conferred God Platform must be put into practice. Once this object is completed and the Conferred God List is enshrined on it, it will become a supreme treasure."

"There's no need to worry about the Conferred God Platform being difficult to carry; my cultivation level is barely enough to control it."

"It is inevitable that we will have to disperse our forces."

Jiang Ziya shook his head and sighed, "If we rebuild the Investiture Platform after defeating King Zhou of Shang, there will be too many variables, and I'm afraid the Investiture List will get out of control."

Every night he could hear the wailing and howling of ghosts coming from the Investiture of the Gods.

The accumulated resentment was enough to cause even a Great Immortal to go mad and become possessed.

Jiang Ziya turned and went to the main tent to inform Ji Fa. Not long after, he temporarily transferred two or three hundred craftsmen to manufacture siege weapons.

The materials used in the Conferred God Platform are all ordinary items, and the steps are not complicated.

However, the entire process requires the participation of ordinary people.

A high platform was built from piles of grass and trees, dripped with the blood from corpses, mixed with all sorts of ordinary materials, and slowly the platform for bestowing gods took shape.

At the same time, the craftsmen also created 373 clay sculptures.

The clay sculptures do not have facial features; instead, a talisman with the name written on it is pasted on the forehead.

Something horrifying happened.

None of them ever enshrined the Investiture of the Gods, and some of the clay sculptures have come to life, mainly those who were listed but did not die.

Jiang Ziya arranged the clay sculptures neatly according to the order of the Chan and Jie sects, and had someone keep a close eye on them to prevent the number from decreasing.

Three of the clay sculptures are the most peculiar.

The Corpse Taoist, Shen Gongbao, and the Immaculate Buddha always seem to gather together for no apparent reason.

Two hundred miles east of the battle line, two more characters appeared directly in front of the Conferred God Platform, seemingly giving rise to an inexplicable change.

【Ten Thousand Immortals】

(End of this chapter)