Mythology

Chapter 416 Ten Heads and Twenty Arms

Meanwhile, east of Huanghuashan.

The crimson sunset shone down on the mountain ridge, making the entire battlefield appear like a furnace.

The Xiqi army had just taken a short rest. The camps stretched for miles, eerily quiet. There were no cheers of victory from the soldiers, only suppressed panting and the occasional groan of pain.

This push forward has come at a great cost.

Deng Jiugong's body had just been collected when the old general's chest and abdomen were pierced by ghost soldiers, and he was still in a charging posture before he died; the Huang Feibiao and Huang Feibao brothers were completely destroyed, leaving only two blurry pools of flesh and blood on the scorched earth.

The soldiers wiped their weapons, and could see the remains of the ghost soldiers in the distance still twitching.

Like a field of weeds, impossible to eradicate or burn completely.

"Form ranks! March twenty li eastward!"

With the messenger's hoarse roar, the soldiers regrouped.

One could hear the blood-stained bronze bells on the carriage shafts making a dull sound in the wind, like the wailing of a dead soul.

Jiang Ziya remained silent and gently stroked the Investiture Platform.

The morale of the Xiqi army was high, mainly because of the Fengshen Platform. The platform was pitch black, and its surface was covered with dark red patterns that resembled blood vessels. At this moment, it was writhing with the resentment that was spreading across the battlefield.

The Investiture of the Gods list had not yet been placed on the Investiture Platform, but the Investiture Platform had already undergone changes.

The souls of the corpses were incorporated into the Investiture of the Gods, and the resentment they generated became the Investiture Platform.

The lack of resentment meant that even with severe casualties, the corpses never harbored evil spirits, thus instilling a sense of conviction in the soldiers.

They believed that they were practicing the righteous way of heaven, and that their relatives would enjoy eternal blessings after their death.

"Ugh."

Jiang Ziya looked serious. The Xiqi army was rolling eastward, and there was no need to recruit soldiers. The people along the way would contribute their able-bodied men.

Having won the hearts of the people, it's only a matter of time before we capture Chaoge.

But once King Zhou of Shang died, could the mortal world truly return to peace?
Jiang Ziya couldn't believe it as his gaze swept over the remaining clay sculptures of the Conferred God Platform.

With the opening of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the number of surviving True Immortals dwindled, and even Daoist Ran Deng had died, leading to frequent anomalies in the Investiture of the Gods.

Jiang Ziya dared not take it out, for the slightest carelessness would cause the Investiture of the Gods to fall onto the sacrificial altar.

Delaying it as long as possible is fine.

"The lost memories must be the work of evil spirits on Lutai. I hope the Corpse Taoist is safe and sound, with Chaoge just around the corner."

The clay sculpture of the Corpse Taoist bears a resemblance to birds in its gestures and movements.

The clay sculpture of Shen Gongbao is slightly better, but you can tell that his posture is somewhat like that of a woman.

As for the clay sculpture of Immaculate Buddha, its appearance has become increasingly bizarre since it devoured the Taoist Burning Lamp, with more and more heads and arms.

.........

The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, Leiyin Temple.

It is unknown who first discovered that Yang He, who had been practicing Buddhism and Taoism not long ago, suddenly lost all signs of life, his flesh and bones turned into stone, and his yang fire was extinguished.

"Why did he have to die at the very moment when Shakyamuni attained enlightenment?"

Ju Liusun's words were slightly contemptuous, which was also due to his psychological imbalance.

Yang He was originally just a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, but now he is about to become a Buddha of the past, and his status in Buddhism is even higher than his own.

"I've heard that Yang He received teachings from the Three Pure Ones, but I doubt it was done sincerely..."

Before Ju Liusun could finish speaking, a cold smile had just appeared on his lips when he found himself surrounded by deathly silence.

Daoist Duobao's expression was solemn, and the other True Immortals were also on high alert. Ju Liusun's voice was stuck in his throat, and he subconsciously looked at the Bodhi tree.

Buddha is turning into a corpse!!

Ju Liusun's pupils suddenly contracted, and the corpse swayed without wind.

The previously loose skin and flesh suddenly tightened, the stitches broke one by one, and the internal organs were exposed—no, not just simply exposed.

Instead, the entire corpse was completely turned inside out.

The skin rolled inside out, while the original organs hung outside, with a dark red liver drooping and intestines wrapped around the bones.

The most terrifying thing is the face of Buddha.

His mouth was torn open from the corner to his ear, revealing a mouthful of fine, sharp teeth. Where his eyes should have been were now just bloody holes. His eyeballs popped out, his pupils swirling wildly as he scanned every True Immortal present.

Hehehe.

The laughter that came out of the corpse's throat was strange, and its eyes suddenly fixed on the Spirit Tooth Fairy.

Samantabhadra frowned, and the subdued Spirit Tooth Fairy lay prostrate at his feet, letting out a shrill scream because of Shakyamuni.

Moo! ! !
Before Master Puxian could react, Lingya Xian's body felt as if it had been torn apart.

The skin split open from the center of the chest, rolling over to both sides, muscle fibers snapping one by one, and the white ribs blooming like flower petals, revealing the twitching internal organs inside.

Master Puxian covered his head, blood flowing uncontrollably from his seven orifices.

He did not simply subdue the Spirit Tooth Immortal in an ordinary way, but rather used the Manifestation Method specially created by the Guide Daoist, the 'Method of Subduing the White Elephant King'.

The person and the elephant are one entity, which is why the loss of one leads to the loss of the other.

Lingya Xian knelt on the ground, futilely trying to close her outward-turned body, but only causing the wound to tear open more thoroughly.

Ultimately, it was reduced to a flower of flesh and blood.

Lingya Xian barely managed to stay alive thanks to the help of Puxian Zhenren.

The body of Shakyamuni looked relaxed, and even the binding chains were starting to break free of the Bodhi tree, causing the body to gradually try to break free and lunge at them.

Daoist Duobao cursed under his breath and made a hand seal. Immediately, a lion's roar rang in Yang He's ears.

"Yang He!"

"Yang He!!"

As long as a trace of his soul remains, Yang He's physical body can regain consciousness. If he can hold on for just a moment, he can help Shakyamuni attain enlightenment.

Unfortunately, Yang He died a very serious death, leaving behind only an ordinary statue.

Click click click.

Shakyamuni chuckled, and the corpse swayed more and more violently, blood flowing from its internal organs, causing the entire Leiyin Temple to become unstable.

Daoist Duobao has made preparations to withdraw from Leiyin Temple.

The immortals no longer dared to covet the opportunity to attain enlightenment.

At this moment.

They heard a faint meow.

Shakyamuni's laughter stopped abruptly, and the body returned to its original state, with a faint smile still lingering on his lips.

The immortals looked at Yang He again, and the Immaculate Buddha statue was now made of flesh and blood.

Yang He leisurely stroked the cat's head as if nothing had happened, and naturally absorbed the fourth incarnation, the Vajra Indestructible Body, thus accelerating his cultivation.

After all that commotion, no one dared to disturb Yang He anymore.

Before long, the various incarnations merged into the Immaculate Buddha.

The womb body of the Dharma realm.

Rainbow light appeared on the ground.

The body of compassion in union with the divine.

Kalachakra Vajra Body.

Great bliss and wisdom body.

The Immaculate Buddha had completely transformed, with ten heads growing out of its neck, each with a different face, and twenty arms that resembled a peacock spreading its tail, each forming a hand seal.

His skin was bluish-gold, covered with fine Sanskrit mantra tattoos that flickered with his breath, and seven chakras of Buddha light extended from his spine, hanging behind his head.

Judging from his current appearance alone, Yang He could definitely be considered a reincarnation of Buddha.

There were no more traces of stitches on the Buddha's body; all the remains had merged into one, and the body looked perfect and flawless.

The corpse showed a faint sign of life, and soon the yang fire would rise.

Yang He left the meditation cushion and walked towards Shakyamuni.

"Shakyamuni, let us swear brotherhood under the Bodhi tree, not seeking to be born on the same day of the same year, but seeking to die on the same day of the same year!!"

(End of this chapter)