Mythology

Chapter 439 The Non-existent Supreme Lord Laozi
at the same time.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn stood guard in front of the black coffin. Due to the accelerated decay of their spiritual roots, a thick aura of corpses permeated the gaps in the lid.

The two young Taoists had different expressions, and neither of them spoke first.

Yang He suddenly opened his eyes. The condition of his spiritual root had not improved. Unless he severed his life force, it would only get worse.

However, he smelled a foul, animalistic odor.

Yang He looked toward the corner inside the coffin.

Inside the dark, enclosed space, two twisted figures lay prone, their limbs bent backwards, in an extremely awkward posture.

"Skinned ape".

Two skinned apes somehow managed to crawl into the black coffin, their claws digging into the bottom, making a creaking sound.

His bloodshot eyes, devoid of eyelids, bulged out and stared intently at Yang He. His mouth was torn to the roots of his ears, revealing a ferocious smile.

Yang He's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately realized that the skinned ape was more troublesome than he had imagined.

The skinned apes could not be killed by ordinary means, so Master Qingfeng was able to escape for the time being, but Yang He had to bear the burden of the ever-increasing number of apes.

"It doesn't matter, I'm already in debt anyway, maybe this will help me figure out the situation."

Yang He ignored the skinned ape and calmly stabilized his Myriad Transformations Spiritual Root.

“Senior Brother Golden Horn, Corpse Celestial Venerable is, after all, a disciple of a sage.”

He then heard the conversation between the Golden Horn and the Silver Horn outside the guest room, and he couldn't help but activate his spiritual vision as much as possible, with millions of spiritual visions empowering his five senses.

"Disciple of the Sage! Disciple of the Sage!!"

Golden Horned Taoist Boy was breathing heavily, and his words seemed to be squeezed out through his teeth.

"Junior Brother Silver Horn, why don't you understand? Laozi doesn't exist!"

"Senior brother, the Tushita Palace was established by Laozi."

Yang He raised an eyebrow, kicked away the skinned ape that had come closer, and listened intently with a look of schadenfreude, since it involved the Three Pure Ones.

He also didn't believe that the Three Pure Ones could regain their sanity after experiencing the Investiture of the Gods.

Golden Horned Daoist Boy let out a long breath and looked towards the coming and going Tushita Palace. "All the Daoist boys believe that since Laozi entrusted us with the management of the alchemy furnace, you and I must have met the sage."

"But in the more than seven hundred years since the establishment of the Tushita Palace, have you ever seen Laozi?"

Have you ever seen it?!

Golden Horned Taoist Boy gritted his teeth, his words already bordering on madness.

Before the Silver Horned Daoist could speak, he continued, "The Supreme Lord Laozi has never appeared in the Tushita Palace. All the alchemy furnaces currently being used are empty, completely empty!!"

"Laozi preaches his teachings every fifty years, you..."

"Junior brother, why are you so stubborn?!"

Golden Horned Daoist grabbed Silver Horned Daoist's shoulder, "The Supreme Lord Laozi preached in the Heavenly Viewing Pavilion, and everyone in the Heavenly Court thought that the figure reflected behind the window was him."

"But I proved it to you before: what's inside when you open the doors of the Heavenly Viewing Pavilion during a sermon? Junior brother, answer me!!"

The silver-horned Taoist boy remained silent, then gradually covered his face and began to sob.

The Golden Horned Daoist calmed his mind a little, "There is nothing inside the Heavenly Observation Pavilion. The Supreme Lord Laozi does not exist at all. For the past seven hundred years, we have been wasting our lifespan by facing the alchemy furnace."

The Silver Horned Daoist boy retorted softly, "The Green Ox Immortal said that Corpse Celestial Venerable is the only disciple of the Supreme Lord Laozi, but he has not yet been born."

"Yes, that's why I deliberately told Qingfeng two hundred years ago."

Silver Horned Daoist pointed incredulously at Golden Horned Daoist, "The fact that Corpse Celestial Venerable would receive personal instruction from the Supreme Lord Laozi, was that something you...you fabricated to deceive Qingfeng?"

“That’s right.” The Golden Horned Daoist said solemnly, “It’s just that I didn’t expect the Corpse Celestial Venerable to sleep for seven hundred years, and the Green Ox has also disappeared without a trace. Hehe, we can finally know that the Supreme Lord Laozi…”

"Is he still alive?"

Such treasonous words made the Silver Horned Taoist tremble all over.

Golden Horned Daoist Boy flung Silver Horned Daoist Boy's arm away and examined the Eight Trigrams Furnace. "That Green Ox once said that the Six Ding Divine Fire of the Eight Trigrams Furnace would go out when Laozi appears."

"Senior brother..."

"When a disciple comes to the Tushita Palace, how can Laozi not show up?"

The Golden Horned Taoist boy murmured, "I want to see what exactly was being refined inside the Bagua Furnace, which was empty seven hundred years ago."

"It doesn't matter if Laozi doesn't show himself."

At this point, the Golden Horned Daoist boy's brows were full of eagerness, "Senior brother, I recently obtained a method that can help you and me truly become immortals."

Silver Horned Taoist boy took several steps back, but for some reason, a feeling of unease arose in his heart.

He didn't care about the identity of a human immortal, but suddenly, it seemed as if a voice was bewitching him, and his chest heaved violently.

'What's the point of being a human immortal? It's having cultivation but lacking supernatural powers; one can only be a slave for life.'

'Why not take a gamble? Besides, my senior brother hasn't lied to me; perhaps I really can become an immortal.'

Listen to what my senior brother says; it won't take too long.

Golden Horned Daoist boy swallowed hard. "This lineage is an ancient method, one that I comprehended through contemplation of the Heavenly Dao. It's an ancient method that can seize the spiritual roots of others for cultivation. That's right, an ancient method!"

"An ancient method from before the Investiture of the Gods calamity?"

Golden Horned Daoist Boy nodded. "Back then, many immortals and gods attained enlightenment through ancient methods. Even if there were drawbacks, didn't they all live in peace?"

"Senior brother, I... also want to become an immortal."

Every move of Jinjiao and Yinjiao was under Yang He's watchful eye.

At first, Yang He thought that the Golden Horned Daoist was just plotting against him. But later, when he realized that the so-called contemplation of the Heavenly Dao and comprehension of the old methods was not right, he realized that the Heavenly Dao was no longer something he could look at directly.

The Heavenly Court is shrouded in a similar magic array, making it impossible to sense the Heavenly Dao.

"Is it true that Laozi hasn't shown himself for seven hundred years? That can't be right, can it? Aren't the Three Pure Ones the ones who separated the Daoist temples of the immortals?"

"Perhaps the Golden Horn and Silver Horn have no related memories?"

"Or is it that what Golden Horn and Silver Horn said is true, and the Three Pure Ones are not in Heaven?"

Yang He endured the corruption of his spiritual root, opened the pupil between his brows, and gradually, the voice uttered by the Golden Horned Daoist boy became two streams, one bright and one dark.

"The Corpse Celestial Venerable is about to perish, body and soul. I will refine his spiritual root, and then help you refine the Ghost True Lord's spiritual root. Both of us can become immortals!!"

Yang He's spiritual vision kicked in, and the scene before him sent chills down his spine.

Behind the Golden Horned Taoist Boy, there was a strange, upside-down shadow.

The creature was similar in size to the Golden Horned Taoist Boy, but its limbs were upside down, with its feet on top and its hands on the bottom. Its cheeks were blood red, and it had also been skinned alive.

The exposed muscle texture was clearly visible, the neck was twisted at an exaggerated angle, and the ferocious face was pressed against the back of the Golden Horned Taoist's head, with the corner of the mouth torn to the ear, silently grinning.

As the Golden Horned Taoist boy spoke, its lips moved in sync.

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine; this thing reminded him of the red-bottomed macaques of Flower Fruit Mountain.

The Red-Bottomed Macaque is one of the Four Chaotic Monkeys. It understands Yin and Yang, knows human affairs, is good at entering and leaving, avoids death and prolongs life. It is a general under Sun Wukong.

"kindness?"

Yang He looked at the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and wondered if it was just his imagination, but the Six Ding Divine Fire seemed... a little dimmer?
(End of this chapter)