Mythology

Chapter 440 The Six Ding Divine Fire Mystic Chapter <Fiery Eyes and Golden Penetration>

Huaguoshan, Shuiliandong.

The cave was pitch black, with thick, black water flowing everywhere, emitting an indescribable stench of decay.

The vegetation in the mountains is twisted and gnarled, and the tree trunks are covered with bulging, vascular-like patterns.

Huaguo Mountain seemed to be alive, with countless demons surging towards the Water Curtain Cave, a scene that sent chills down one's spine.

"kill!"

The silver-armored heavenly soldiers formed a battle formation at the entrance of the Water Curtain Cave, and one demon after another was cut into pieces.

The demons were all originally birds and beasts, but there were no monkeys to be found. In fact, not a single monkey hair could be found on the entire Flower Fruit Mountain.

"Immortal, they can't be killed! They are simply impossible to kill!"

The heavenly soldiers and generals were terrified. The wolf demon's head had just been split open, and its remains were immediately attached to the half-snake demon not far away, piecing together in the blink of an eye to form a deformed and terrifying monster.

With a wolf's head and a snake's body, and a gaping maw on its belly, it roared as it pounced on the heavenly soldiers.

"The wounded shall step back three steps, and the remaining heavenly soldiers shall immediately fill the gap in the battle line."

Deng Chanyu calmly directed the operation, occasionally flicking out a beam of spiritual light from her palm, piercing the heads of the demons that threatened the lives of the heavenly soldiers.

Most of the star lords of Doubu were at the cave entrance, but Doumu Yuanjun and Pojun Xingjun were nowhere to be seen.

The two had ventured deep into the Water Curtain Cave, stopping only at its deepest point.

The stench of decay inside the Water Curtain Cave was even more pungent and intense. The source was not the pile of bones inside, but a pool of water as black as ink. At first glance, the pool looked like pus and blood flowing from a wound.

The pool was so thick and foul-smelling that even Yunxiao felt uncomfortable.

"Sister, the remains of those monkey demons from Flower Fruit Mountain have been found."

Qiongxiao pointed to a corner of the cave, where a series of monkey skin bags were hanging on the rock wall.

The skin wasn't peeled off by someone else; it was more like it was forcibly ripped off by oneself, while the flesh and bones were nowhere to be found.

"Sister, could it be that Buddhism is behind this?"

Yunxiao did not respond; his face was extremely gloomy.

suddenly.

She looked up and gazed upwards, her divine sense piercing through the rock wall, seemingly able to sense the strange phenomena in the heavens above. A smile appeared on her lips.

"Sister, it's been so long since I've seen you in a happy mood."

"My lord has awakened."

"Sister, you mean..."

"kindness."

Yunxiao nodded with a focused gaze, “As soon as the young master came out of seclusion, the Supreme Lord Laozi personally gave him guidance, and the commotion he caused could be witnessed by all thirty heavens.”

Qiongxiao covered her mouth and chuckled, which greatly reduced the eeriness of the Water Curtain Cave.

.........

A massive amount of Yin energy converged towards the Tushita Palace, and the fire in the Bagua Furnace not only did not surge, but visibly weakened.

Yang He was filled with doubt and surprise, and he remembered every single word of the conversation between Jinjiao and Yinjiao.

Damn it, could Laozi really return to the Tushita Palace for me?

Yang He was skeptical, because he was really not familiar with Laozi. The outside world thought he was his disciple mainly because the three incarnations looked very much like the Three Pure Ones who had cultivated from the One Qi Transformation.

But in fact, it has absolutely nothing to do with Laozi.

"However, if I can really learn the method, I would be a fool not to take advantage of it. Besides, Laozi does owe me a favor."

When Laozi descended upon the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, it was mainly thanks to Yang He's efforts.

"Speaking of which, isn't the firewood for the Eight Trigrams Furnace a bit too eerie?"

Yang He noticed that as the Six Ding Divine Fire dimmed, countless white bones were revealed at the bottom of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and a strong sense of resentment wafted over him.

The Six Ding Divine Fire seems to only damage flesh and blood, not bones.

Yang He immediately sent a telepathic message to inquire about the reason from Daoist Qingfeng.

It turned out that the Tushita Palace was not only the alchemy ground of the Thirtieth Heaven, but also the only mass burial ground in the Heavenly Court. That's right, the corpses of the Daoist children of the Thirtieth Heaven would be thrown into the bottom of the Bagua Furnace.

"It seems that even if a human immortal is of low status, it's still difficult to dispose of their corpse after death."

"However, using it as firewood is really outrageous. After the corpse is reduced to bones, the remnant soul will subconsciously attach itself to it, and it will take at least a hundred years of burning before it is completely destroyed."

Whether it was painful or not was unclear, but a quick scan with his spiritual vision revealed a scene that was truly chilling.

Yang He also saw his other incarnation, Ghost True Lord.

The ghostly coffin of the True Lord of Ghosts was located at the edge of the Six Ding Divine Fire, serving as the core of the formation that fueled the fire. It could enhance the fire of not only the Eight Trigrams Furnace, but also any alchemical furnace in the Tushita Palace.

Yes, it's like gasoline being poured on firewood.

Otherwise, the corpses produced in the Thirty Heavens might not all be burned.

"According to Junior Brother Qingfeng, lending Ghost True Monarch is not free; the Doulu Palace must provide elixirs. For over seven hundred years, Junior Brother Qingfeng has never accepted any, and he's been waiting for my return."

Yang He smiled, understanding that Daoist Qingfeng was also forced into this situation.

As a mere True Immortal, Master Qingfeng could not possibly disobey the Heavenly Court's orders; it was already quite good that he could maximize his own interests.

If he had been willing to embezzle the pills, his cultivation wouldn't have stagnated.

boom.

The Six Ding Divine Fire became increasingly unstable.

The Golden Horned Daoist's expression was uncertain. Why would Laozi, who had not shown his face for more than seven hundred years, appear for a dying immortal?

"Impossible, Laozi doesn't exist at all."

"Senior brother, now that Laozi has returned to the Tushita Palace, we should lead many disciples to welcome him. As for becoming an immortal... let's put that aside for now. There will be opportunities sooner or later."

Golden Horned Taoist Boy sighed deeply, unable to explain to Silver Horned Taoist Boy.

Human immortals have a lifespan of no more than a thousand years. They only appear to be children, but in reality, they are already in their twilight years, old and dying.

The silver-horned Taoist boy couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, what do you want to do?"

“If we could throw Ghost True Lord into the Eight Trigrams Furnace, the Six Ding Divine Fire would surely surge…” “Senior Brother! The Six Ding Divine Fire only goes out when a sage arrives. Even if you burn down the entire Tushita Palace, it will be of no use.”

Silver Horned Taoist felt that his senior brother had gone mad.

"Moreover, Ghost True Lord is a deity appointed by the Heavenly Court, an incarnation of Corpse Heavenly Venerable. During his long sleep, he is sealed in an gray coffin. You cannot move him even a little bit. Don't do anything rash, Senior Brother."

Golden Horned Taoist Boy stared intently at the furnace fire, for some reason only one thought remained in his mind: to keep the fire burning brightly. He seemed to hear a murmur in his ear: only by getting close to the Eight Trigrams Furnace could one become an immortal.

"There must be another way to fan the flames."

As he spoke, the Golden Horned Taoist boy staggered toward the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Boom!
dong dong! !
Just then, three bells rang out from deep within the Tushita Palace.

Ripples suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The spiritual light emanating from outside the Tushita Palace reverberated through the Thirty Heavens, causing the glazed tiles of each palace to tremble and display strange bluish-purple Dao patterns.

The Silver Horned Taoist looked back at the Heavenly Pavilion in disbelief.

All the strange phenomena originated from the Guantian Pavilion. Usually, such situations only appear when Laozi is preaching. However, just as the Golden Horned Daoist said, the Guantian Pavilion was actually empty.

"Where's my senior brother?!"

Silver Horned Taoist looked around, but could not find any trace of Golden Horned Taoist.

When he sensed the aura, the Golden Horned Daoist had already stepped into the Six Ding Divine Fire while everyone else's attention was on the Heavenly Viewing Pavilion.

In a short while, the Golden Horned Taoist boy collapsed to the ground and became part of the skeleton.

Silver Horned Taoist Boy had no time to grieve; he knelt down before the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

"Welcome, Lao Tzu!"

"Welcome, Laozi!!!"

Yang He stared intently at the Guantian Pavilion. The frequency of his spiritual vision increasing was not exaggerated, and he did not know whether it was the Supreme Lord Laozi.

Immediately afterwards, a melodious, clear singing echoed through the Great Crimson Sky of the Taiqing Realm.

"The Tao can be said, very Tao, the name can be famous, very famous..."

Logically speaking, Laozi preached once every fifty years, and there should have been nearly thirty years before the three-tone bell rang, so no immortals or gods reacted at first.

After a moment of silence, streaks of light darted through the Heavenly Court.

They were all immortals and gods who wanted to comprehend the Great Dao.

Yang He noticed that inside the window of Guantian Pavilion, a blurry old man's figure slowly emerged, which was the Supreme Lord Laozi in his memory.

Seemingly ethereal yet real, he was enveloped in a misty purple aura, his white hair and beard fluttering in the wind, holding a whisk, and sitting cross-legged on a futon.

Yang He's pupils shrank sharply; his previous doubts had vanished.

This person is indeed Laozi (Taishang Laojun).

However, the true body of Laozi is not in the Tushita Palace, nor even in the Thirtieth Heaven.

"Yang He".

A voice echoed in Yang He's mind; the phantom of Laozi moved its lips slightly, giving one the feeling of being close yet untouchable.

"Yang He, what kind of supernatural power do you want to cultivate? This humble Taoist will only teach you one method."

The voice was calm and even, yet it sent a shiver down Yang He's spine.

Yang He cautiously responded in his heart: "Sage, will the Daoist temple once used to comprehend the Dao backfire on you?"

silence.

Lao Tzu did not answer the question.

Yang He frowned, staring intently at the window of Guantian Pavilion.

An old man, surrounded by purple mist, gently swayed his whisk.

Yang He chuckled dryly, not understanding Laozi's ambiguous attitude. It seemed that the Three Pure Ones also did not want to appear in the Thirtieth Heaven, perhaps because the Great Tribulation of Journey to the West was about to begin.

"Are you repaying a favor? Or do you want to see if Master Dao is a promising talent?"

Yang He tentatively asked, "Eye pupil supernatural power."

"kindness."

Soon, the gates of the Tushita Palace were filled with immortals and gods who had rushed there upon hearing the news. Some rode on clouds, while others rode on cranes, and they all treated the illusory image of Laozi with utmost respect.

However, Laozi's next move clearly did not take them into consideration.

After reciting the last line, "The way of Heaven benefits without harming," the Guantian Pavilion fell into a deathly silence.

The old man remained seated, but no sound came out.

suddenly.

The surging yin energy broke the deathly silence.

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the walls of the side hall of the Tushita Palace, with thick, black blood seeping from the fissures. Then, the entire wall began to writhe, and countless tiny, dense...

Pupil.

Tens of thousands of blood-red eyeballs opened on the wall, their pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints, all staring intently in the direction of the Guantian Pavilion.

The immortals and gods present gradually realized that this preaching was only for one person.

The legendary Celestial Venerable of the Void Patrol and Robbery.

The Three Pure Ones are disciples of the Three Pure Ones, followers of Nuwa, and even have inextricable connections with Western Buddhism. Half of the world's saints are their teachers.

Yang He has been asleep for over seven hundred years, yet his reputation continues to grow.

The gazes cast upon him varied, some even malicious. Yang He had helped quite a few immortals and gods achieve their goals in the imperial examinations.

Yang He paid no attention, focusing all his attention on his supernatural powers.

This supernatural power was not unexpected.

Named 'Six Ding Divine Fire Mystic Chapter', barring any unforeseen circumstances, upon completion, the Pupil Demon will transform into...

Sharp eyes!
(End of this chapter)