Mythology

Chapter 428 The sky is falling

As the investiture ceremony drew to a close, Jiang Ziya's voice trembled slightly.

A day had passed since the Corpse Celestial Lord completed his investiture. At this time, Ji Fa had finished clearing out the remaining followers and was preparing to offer sacrifices to Heaven and Earth at the old site of the Nuwa Festival.

Yang Jian was somewhat uneasy, as if some disaster was about to occur.

He hesitated and asked, "It's strange that more than half of the celestial positions associated with the Investiture of the Gods are important positions that have been vacant for a long time. If there is no internal strife in the Heavenly Court, how could there be so many vacancies?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Tianhua pressed further, "Now that Junior Brother Yang He has ascended to heaven, do you know the current state of the Heavenly Court?"

Yang He shook his head helplessly: "My consciousness in the mortal realm is not connected with my true body. I can only be sure that my true body did not die in the upper realm."

He changed the subject, pointing to the dissipating Investiture of the Gods: "But judging from the situation, the Heavenly Court is about to undergo a major reshuffle."

"Yes, 373 righteous gods have been replaced, and almost all of the eight righteous gods have changed hands."

Yang He thought of the desperate Dragon King of the East Sea. What kind of crisis was the Heavenly Court facing?
Yang Jian opened his Heavenly Eye and said, "The Investiture of the Gods is about to end. After the Heavenly and Earthly sacrifices are completed, let us all go our separate ways. If we are destined to meet again, we will meet again."

"Yes."

The last wisp of resentment from the Investiture of the Gods dissipated completely, and the strange phenomena in the clouds came to an abrupt end.

Jiang Ziya's face was deathly pale, he had lost most of his weight, blood was flowing from his mouth and nose, and he fell from mid-air like a puppet with broken strings.

"Uncle Master!"

Nezha reacted quickly, using the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) to steadily support Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya gasped for breath, his God-Slaying Whip cracking inch by inch, and all the treasures originally given to him by the Primordial Heavenly Lord turned to ashes.

Having regained some strength, he weakly asked, "Have the evil spirits in the mortal realm been eliminated?"

"Not yet."

Huang Tianhua was very convinced of the words of King Zhou of Shang, who had acted perversely, and believed that "worshiping heaven and earth must be the key to upholding the principles of heaven."

Jiang Ziya did not reply, but muttered to himself as if he were a madman.

Yang Jian touched Jiang Ziya's forehead and said, "Uncle-Master is fine. He's just affected by his mental state. He'll recover after a period of rest."

Jiang Ziya completely isolated himself from the outside world, dancing and gesturing wildly to himself.

Even though Huang Tianhua wanted to escort Jiang Ziya back to his house, the latter refused to leave, his reddened eyes fixed on the Nuwa Palace.

The Nuwa Palace has been completed, with hundreds of thousands of half-human, half-ghost people piled up in the open space, emanating a yin energy that is almost tangible.

Nezha wanted to ask Jiang Ziya why he hadn't become an immortal, but seeing this, he said no more.

Before long, the hasty sacrificial ceremony began.

Ji Fa, dressed in a black imperial robe and holding a bronze sacrificial knife, ascended the altar with great spirit.

He knew that Jiang Ziya was holding the Investiture of the Gods ceremony, and he also knew that there would be no more immortals in the mortal world in the future. He felt that this was his chance to establish a thousand-year dynasty.

Ji Fa's voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the Nuwa Palace.

"Heaven above and Earth above bear witness!"

"The Shang dynasty was tyrannical and brought chaos to the people. Fortunately, Heaven favored them and sent Xiqi to punish them on behalf of Heaven!"

"I offer this sacrifice to the evil spirits, praying that the order of Heaven will be restored!"

Yang He had no interest in listening to Ji Fa's eulogy and couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Even though the sky was calm, the spiritual vision was slowly rising.

"Something's wrong."

Yang Jian also noticed something amiss; a gust of cold wind blew by, and raindrops began to fall.

He reached out and caught it; the rainwater was mixed with a hint of black.

suddenly.

Yang He's pupils contracted slightly as he saw 373 silk threads hanging down out of thin air, clearly originating from the immortals and gods who had been conferred titles not long ago.

He could also sense that two of them were his permanent resident characters.

The other end of the silk thread leads to three places.

The Jade Void Palace of Kunlun Mountain of the Chan Sect, the Biyou Palace of Penglai Sea of ​​the Jie Sect, and to the southwest, unsurprisingly, is the Tushita Palace of Laozi.

"impossible."

Yang He licked his dry lips. In the sect's lore, the Tongtian Sect Master escaped from the Void by using countless threads, all formed from thoughts. But logically, if the Three Pure Ones were preparing to leave the Void now, there would be no need for the sect's lore, and Yang He didn't believe he could influence the Three Pure Ones' decision.

"The 373 silk threads are probably not for transcendence."

"The immortals' desires are strong, but their scale is far from enough for the Three Pure Ones to leave Guixu."

"Damn it, what exactly does the Three Pure Ones want to do?!"

Yang He's clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his eyes stung and bled, but he dared not look away.

Yang Jian grabbed Yang He's shoulder and asked anxiously, "Junior brother, has something bad happened? Junior brother, what's going on?"

The others were completely bewildered, while Jiang Ziya knelt on the ground, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Junior brother!!!"

Yang Jian stopped speaking, and everyone looked towards the sky. Even ordinary people could vaguely sense an indescribable sense of oppression.

I saw.

The three illusory figures of the Three Pure Ones appeared, each clutching a bundle of silk threads.

Boom! ! !
The three immortals simultaneously tightened the silk threads, as if pulling on something.

Yang He made a gurgling sound in his throat, and the scene that came into view was not even comparable to the endless hell.

because.

The sky is falling.

The sky, like fragile glass, shattered under the influence of the Three Pure Ones.

The first to collapse was the thirty-sixth heaven, the Supreme Emperor Huangzeng Heaven. The magnificent building fell amidst blazing white flames, and a wave of heat swept over us.

The heavenly soldiers and generals are faintly visible, still maintaining the posture of their last moments before death, some holding halberds and glaring angrily, others kneeling and praying.

Tai Mingyu followed closely behind, each drop of the cascading water as heavy as a mountain.

Qingming Festival is a time for children.

The mysterious embryo nurtures the heavens.

Yuan Mingwen Jutian.

The Seven Luminaries of Mayi Heaven.

The earth shook violently, flocks of birds flew about in panic, and wild beasts ran aimlessly.

The six heavens of the Desire Realm at the bottom of the Thirty-Six Heavens have completely become history, and Yang He's spiritual vision even saw thousands of corpses in the buildings.

"The Three Pure Ones are..."

The Supreme Emperor Huang Zengtian sank into the deep sea, where the seawater boiled due to the burning of the giant meteorite, and the other five heavens soon followed suit.

Yang Helian took several steps back, "The Three Pure Ones intend to fill in the void?!"

His guess was absolutely right. He was witnessing the formation of the endless hell. After the Ruins of Return swallowed the Desire Realm for six days, instead of filling the void, it gave rise to something even more terrifying.

As the commotion intensified, the landscape of the fictional world underwent dramatic changes.

Perhaps the Three Pure Ones deliberately protected the mortal realm, preventing a large number of deaths and injuries, but the fall of the six heavens of the Desire Realm could not have happened without incident.

Boom! ! !
The mainland is fragmented.

"No wonder the landscape has changed so drastically over time. It seems the world of the classic tales is about to take the form of the four continents from Journey to the West: East Sheng Shenzhou, West Niu Hezhou, South Zhanbuzhou, and North Ju Luzhou!!"

"That's... the corpse of an immortal?!" Lei Zhenzi shouted, clutching his head.

Hundreds of immortal corpses fell into the Ruins of Return, each at least two or three hundred meters long, mixed with even more heavenly soldiers and generals.

Yang He carefully examined them and found there were exactly 373 bodies.

The corpses had been dead for a long time, and it was not the work of the Three Pure Ones, but the manner of death was tragic, with almost no exceptions, the necks were bent at a 180-degree angle.

Snapped.

The thread broke.

The Three Pure Ones did not continue, after all, the Void remained undisturbed, the sage's figure slowly disappeared, and the upheaval continued.

(End of this chapter)