Mythology

Chapter 436, this version suits me very well.

Master Qingfeng stared intently at the black coffin, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"Brother, is that you?"

He asked in a low voice, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He immediately wanted to break the seal on the black coffin, but quickly froze in place.

Master Qingfeng seemed to realize something, and his expression turned to one of extreme fear.

"Senior brother, it's not that I don't want to open the coffin for you, I'm just really scared."

As he spoke, he took out the magic seal bestowed by the Heavenly Court. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he still chose to release his divine sense to communicate with the magic seal.

The Seven Fairy Maidens were once in the Realm of True Immortals. After their deaths, they transformed into the Yin form, which remains unresolved to this day. The only solution is to seal off the Peach Garden to minimize the spread of their influence.

But compared to his senior brother, he was nothing.

If Corpse Celestial Venerable and Ghost True Lord were to be transformed into the Taiyin form, they would be a thousand times, ten thousand times more powerful than the Seven Fairy Maidens. The entire Heavenly Court would be destroyed, and the impact could even affect the entire Heavenly Court.

The attitude of the eight departments of Heaven can give us a glimpse into the whole picture.

Master Qingfeng still remembers that not long after the Investiture of the Gods ended, the two coffins in Suyao Xuanxu Mansion were personally guarded by the Eight Righteous Gods.

The eight righteous gods are rotated every fifty years, and their guarding only eases up after two hundred years.

Furthermore, the Heavenly Court allowed Master Qingfeng to use the two coffins to suppress various troubles, but they repeatedly emphasized that if Yang He's two avatars showed any signs of revival, it must be reported.

If they are not notified immediately, it could easily lead to a major disaster.

"With Lady Yunxiao not in Heaven, wouldn't contacting the leaders of the other eight departments only create more complications?"

Master Qingfeng was covered in sweat. The commotion his senior brother had caused during the Investiture of the Gods was far too great. The deaths and disappearances of more than half of the leaders of the Eight Departments were all related to Yang He.

Just like Zhao Gongming, the head of the Ministry of Finance, or Yin Jiao, the head of the Tai Sui Department.

"Why don't we wait a bit? Even if Senior Brother loses control, he shouldn't be able to break free of the seal. Or should we just open the black coffin and let him out?"

Boom!
dong dong! !
A series of dull thuds came from inside the black coffin, causing the coffin to vibrate.

Dense corpse odor seeped out from the cracks, forming a black mist in the room. The wine cups on the table swayed, and the fine wine evaporated in an instant.

Dense red hairs tried to squeeze through the gaps in the cover plate.

Master Qingfeng suddenly took a step back, almost losing his hand seal. "Senior brother! They all say you will become a Taiyin Transformation, only Lady Yunxiao thinks you will be unaffected. I'm going to try it today, even if it costs me my life."

He made up his mind that the black coffin was jointly crafted by the eight righteous gods, and if it continued to show signs of breaking free, it would surely bring trouble.

Master Qingfeng muttered a few words, and the patterns on the cover plate became dull.

boom.

The cover is lifted.

"Qingfeng, please explain in detail what the Taiyin transformation is."

A familiar voice came from the coffin, deep and hoarse, making Master Qingfeng tremble.

"Brother, I..."

Yang He's condition was not optimistic. The moment he took on the role of Corpse Celestial Venerable, he noticed that the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree were visibly decaying.

It wasn't obvious on the Heavenly Soldiers, but for some reason, the Corpse Celestial Venerable reacted extremely violently.

It was as if he was about to go mad.

Yang He's only consolation was that he could cut off his life force at any time. As long as he stopped playing the role of Corpse Celestial Venerable, the corruption of the Myriad Transformation Tree would soon heal.

Master Qingfeng's eyes were red-rimmed, and his magic seal fell to the ground with a thud.

He rushed to the coffin, his voice choked with emotion, "Senior brother! It really is you! I thought... I thought you were already..."

"Qingfeng, how many years have I been dead?"

"Senior brother, it's been exactly 634 years since the end of the Investiture of the Gods calamity!!"

Master Qingfeng knelt before the coffin, his previous concerns instantly vanishing.

Who is my senior brother?

The Netherworld Patrol Sea Ghost Yuan True Lord!

The Celestial Venerable Who Patrols the Void and Tribulations of Corpses!
Disciple of the Three Pure Ones, a disciple of Nuwa, and ranked first on the Investiture of the Gods!

"Six hundred and forty-three years, haha." Yang He shook his head helplessly. The time span between the historical allusions was simply too long, and there was no way to take advantage of the gaps in time.

No problem, I have my own panel and can teach you all the stories.

The great calamity of Journey to the West has begun, and I, Yang He, am destined to be the biggest beneficiary.

Moreover, it's still too early for the four of them to go on their journey to the West. Sun Wukong will have to stay under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, and he is confident that he can regain the cultivation he has lost.

"Qingfeng, you're getting bolder and bolder."

Yang He pressed his arm against the edge of the coffin, his fingernails gleaming with a faint bluish light, and lividity was faintly visible under his skin, with his blood vessels almost purplish-red.

"Thought I was dead?"

His words carried a hint of mockery, "If your senior brother dies in vain in his coffin, wouldn't no one hold you accountable for using my corpse as a stake for hundreds of years?"

Master Qingfeng's face stiffened, and then he scratched his head awkwardly: "Senior brother, they all say that your two incarnations are treasures that suppress the transformation of the Taiyin, and even saints may not be able to restrain themselves like this."

"Qingfeng, you still haven't explained what the Taiyin Metamorphosis is?"

Yang He naturally couldn't blame Daoist Qingfeng. After a quick inspection, he discovered that the Daoist robe of the Corpse Celestial Venerable had been washed not long ago. It could be said that his junior brother had indeed served him for over six hundred years.

Master Qingfeng swallowed hard, his eyes gleaming: "Senior brother, this is a long story."

"Then let's make a long story short."

Yang He coughed a few times, his palms already stained with blood. Now, let alone exerting his strength, he could hardly even protect himself.

The Myriad Transformations Tree has been backfiring, and it's very likely that the Heavenly Dao at its source is truly in trouble. Daoist Qingfeng was silent for a moment, then sighed deeply: "Senior brother, all of this has to start from the thirtieth year after you fell into slumber."

"The immortals of Heaven have gone mad."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, sensing that Daoist Qingfeng was still shaken.

He didn't say much, letting Daoist Qingfeng continue speaking on his own: "I only have some fragmented memories in my mind, and in my impression, there are immortals everywhere who are self-harming, it seems..."

Master Qingfeng hesitated for a long time before continuing, "It seems he was driven mad by fright."

"All the immortals?"

"It should be true; even I, a True Immortal, have been affected."

When Master Qingfeng was in the mortal realm, he was of ordinary talent and relied entirely on his merits to make it onto the list. After becoming an immortal, he did not advance any further for more than six hundred years.

This situation is quite common, as most of the thirty heavens are ultimately at the bottom.

Master Qingfeng recalled carefully, veins bulging on his forehead, "I vaguely remember that the Thirty Heavens were filled with ghostly wails and howls, and later, the Three Pure Ones intervened, and the immortals gradually recovered."

Yang He did not understand the connection between the immortal's madness and the transformation of the Taiyin.

What did the Three Pure Ones do?

"I don't know. All I know is that after consciousness was awakened, the temple no longer existed."

Yang He clicked his tongue in surprise. His abnormal state was indeed due to the dojo, or more accurately, to the gradually corrupting Wanhua Tree.

In this version of Journey to the West, the Heavenly Way seems to have an corrosive influence.

It indirectly affects the Myriad Transformation Tree.

"Senior brother, the Taiyin transformation is a sign that the Daoist temple is out of control."

Yang He remained silent. After the heavenly soldier died and returned to the main world, he vaguely realized that the Seven Fairies had become evil spirits because of the Taoist temple.

However, there is one thing that Master Qingfeng probably doesn't know: it wasn't the Seven Fairies who went out of control.

It could very well be the Queen Mother of the West.

【Peach peach core】

[Born from the Jade Pool of the Queen Mother of the West, buried deep within flesh and bones, it can grow into a peach tree with small flowers and small fruits.]

"The Jade Pool must be the Queen Mother of the West's sacred site. Even if the Peach Garden isn't a celestial paradise, it must be a heavenly court. Damn it, damn it."

"What's going on with the Queen Mother? And where is the Jade Emperor?"

Yang He had already exchanged all the fruit pits and sixteen peaches for spiritual vision, which was indeed a bit wasteful, but the peaches would tempt him to swallow them, and even the four ghosts in his body became restless.

Master Qingfeng then spoke about the structure of the eight departments of Heaven and his fear of Yang He.

No wonder.

Yang He's Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field far surpasses those of other cultivators at the same level; even a Great Luo Golden Immortal cannot compare. If it were to get out of control, it would indeed be extremely dangerous.

When Jin Chanzi, who came from a higher realm in later generations, faced the Wanhua Heavenly Daoist Temple, his every move was filled with disdain, indicating that even after two thousand years, no way to rebuild the temple had been found.

Yang He frowned, truly unwilling to give up the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

The key to his ability to protect the mortal realm of the main world is the Daoist temple; no other means could allow him to fight against the Deep Lord on his own.

"Qingfeng, what are the principles of cultivation after abandoning the monastery?"

“Senior brother, the cultivation methods of today are completely different from those of more than six hundred years ago.”

Master Qingfeng lowered his voice, a complex look flashing in his eyes, "The path of cultivation no longer emphasizes absorbing the five elements and severing the three corpses."

Yang He asked curiously, "Then what should we repair?"

"Cultivating supernatural powers." Master Qingfeng took out a jade slip from his sleeve. "Now, the True Immortals in the Heavenly Court all rely on cultivating supernatural powers to improve their cultivation. Five Qi Gathering at the Origin? Three Corpses Without Severing?"

"Senior brother, compared to going into qi deviation, none of that matters anymore."

Yang He took the jade slip, scanned it with his divine sense, and his expression immediately became strange.

This 'new method' is still a place for spiritual practice.

It's just that the body and soul are cultivated into a Daoist temple. Although the ghosts inside the body are called supernatural powers, their function is essentially more like a celestial palace.

Immortals will choose a demon as their innate supernatural power and house it within a certain organ.

Isn't one's innate supernatural power something from a grotto-heaven?

The minor supernatural powers derived from other ghosts, aren't they just the Celestial Court?
Yang He couldn't find any flaws. The only drawback of the new method was the lack of the Heavenly Dao Tree, which meant its upper limit was definitely not as high as the old method. But in terms of strength, the new method might not be weak at all, and could even be stronger.

how to say.

In the past, when Yang He fought, he had to first set up a ritual space before unleashing his supernatural powers.

The new method is self-contained, capable of unleashing a universe within a mere gesture; the old method, lacking a proper ritual, is inevitably inferior in power and is thus outmaneuvered.

Yang He abandoned the corrupted Myriad Transformation Tree and did not feel that his supernatural powers would be weakened.

The Immortal Transformation Technique and the Five-Colored Divine Light are both unparalleled in their respective realms. Even without a Daoist temple, how many True Immortals can compare to them?

But if Yang He practices the new method, it won't be as simple as one plus one equals two.

This version is perfect for me.

“It is impossible for me to abandon the temple.” Yang He’s gaze was firm. “Each version has its own god. No matter how strong the new method is now, it will be useless in the era of humans and ghosts coexisting two thousand years from now.”

The monsters of the Deep Lord went to extremes, cultivating themselves into ghosts and gods from human bodies.

Yang He's adaptation to this version means that in the end he will have to adapt to the next version. Over time, he will become the founding patriarch of the deep-level Grand Master.

no! ! !

(End of this chapter)