Mythology

Chapter 441 Low cultivation level? But I find it disgusting.

Yang He's joy did not last long. He looked around with his divine sense and saw at least two hundred righteous gods and thousands of auxiliary gods present.

Most of the faces were people I didn't recognize at all.

"Damn it, they probably haven't even encountered the trouble of causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace yet, and they actually have time to come to the Tushita Palace to watch the Daoist master comprehend supernatural powers."

The main problem is that the trouble has only just begun to brew.

Although the Seven Fairy Maidens lost control, they did not escape the Peach Garden after all; the skinned ape caused only a few deaths and injuries, at most the Eight Departments sent an assistant god; the red-bottomed macaque that bewitched the Golden Horned Taoist boy is now nowhere to be found, and only one immortal has died.

Who would have thought that, based on the scale of the havoc in the Heavenly Palace in the original work...

Ha ha.

You'll be skinned alive, if not dead!

Yang He grunted and looked up at the outer edge of Taiqing Realm. Three figures appeared silently, all of whom were his old acquaintances.

Wen Zhong opened his three eyes between his brows, his body shrouded in lightning, and his male and female golden whips trembled faintly. He was none other than the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation of Thunder, the head of the Thunder Department.

Yang He could see that Old Master Wen Zhong's brows were furrowed with worry.

The second person did indeed have a deep-seated hatred.

Yin Jiao, with his three heads and six arms, appeared sinister, each wielding a demon-subduing pestle, a demon-slaying sword, a soul-binding rope, and other magical implements, his gaze fixed intently on Yang He.

Despite his lack of achievements in the Investiture of the Gods, he was still able to be appointed as the head of the Tai Sui Department and the god of the year's Tai Sui, thanks to his status as the crown prince of the Shang Dynasty.

Zhao Gongming was closest to the Tushita Palace, and his attitude towards Yang He was more one of appreciation. When he saw Yang He looking back, he couldn't help but nod.

He is the head of the Ministry of Finance, and his name is Jinlong Ruyi Zhengyi Longhu Xuantan Zhenjun.

Upon closer examination, Yang He and Zhao Gongming indeed had no real conflict. They had even made a pact to meet again in Heaven, though the former seemed somewhat guilty.

"The Three Immortal Maidens are not Zhao Gongming's junior sisters; to be precise, they are corpses."

Yang He ignored the outside world and began to peruse the Six Ding Divine Fire Mystic Chapter.

He chose the Pupil Demon because he coveted the Fiery Eyes.

In the original Journey to the West, Sun Wukong's Fiery Eyes were formed by being burned by the Six Ding Divine Fire in the Eight Trigrams Furnace. They are essentially flawed, and he feels unbearable pain whenever he encounters smoke or fire.

This created a flaw in Sun Wukong's otherwise flawless physical body.

Yang He's Six Ding Divine Fire Mystery Chapter is naturally not afraid of fire. After it is fully cultivated, the Pupil Ghost will ignore all flames. Its ability to see through illusions with fiery eyes is also very compatible with spiritual vision.

"The methods that the Pupil Demon has always used have involved the Yang element to some extent."

"The ghostly form is derived from the ghostly body, and it is also involved with the Yin category."

"Only when Yin and Yang are combined with Nuo Xiang Gui can one achieve the great supernatural power of becoming an immortal. The Six Ding Divine Fire Mysterious Chapter is indeed very suitable for me."

"However, the problem of spiritual roots is still not solved."

The Six Ding Divine Fire Mysterious Chapter has five realms, ranging from True Immortal to Primordial Golden Immortal, but it lacks the method to become a saint; otherwise, it is completely complete.

The True Immortal Realm is divided into three levels.

[Dao Seed Stage], a divine Dao Seed was refined.

The Six Ding Divine Fire Mystic Chapter requires absorbing a large amount of Six Ding Divine Fire to condense the 'Six Ding Dao Seed'.

Then, through the "Dwelling in the Aperture Stage," the Six Ding Dao Seeds are integrated into the eyeballs, and finally, during the "Manifestation Stage," supernatural powers are born from the organs.

Yang He felt that cultivation was not difficult, and Tong Gui was willing to cooperate. As long as there were sufficient resources, he could cross the True Immortal Realm in no time.

He looked at the Observatory again and continued to ask.

"Will the sacred altar once used by sages to comprehend the Dao of Heaven turn against them?"

The silence of Guantian Pavilion remained unbroken, with only the purple mist lingering, and the phantom of Laozi sitting as before, seemingly unchanged since time immemorial.

Yang He frowned and abruptly pushed open the black coffin lid.

"Laozi, if I can't disgust you, can't I disgust others?!"

Amidst the surging corpse energy, he took a step forward!
Despite the excruciating pain of his corrupted spiritual root, Yang He remained unfazed, though he was already prepared to sever his life force, since the Six Ding Divine Fire Mystic Chapter he had obtained met his expectations.

Yang He unexpectedly revealed the aura of his spiritual root. As a seedling of the Heavenly Dao, the Myriad Transformation Tree was imbued with an aura that even immortals and gods would avoid at all costs.

The moment he left the black coffin, the entire Tushita Palace fell silent. All the contemptuous or malicious gazes froze.

The gods and immortals looked as if they were being choked, their pupils contracting violently, and their lips trembling uncontrollably.

"vomit!!!"

Suddenly, Xuanxian couldn't help but bend over and dry heave. The celestial wine mixed with bile spilled from between his fingers, leaving his Daoist robe in a mess.

This triggered a chain reaction, with sounds of vomiting echoing outside the gates of the Tushita Palace.

Even the auxiliary gods of the Plague Department were not spared. The gods who usually played with plague poison knelt down and their skin turned blue and purple.

Those at the Golden Immortal level and above did not lose their composure in this way, but their expressions all showed signs of abnormality.

Even the three leaders of the Eight Tribes froze, and Yin Jiao, whose cultivation was slightly inferior, took a half step back, his eyes filled with disgust from the bottom of his heart.

With each step Yang He took, the corruption of his spiritual root became more severe.

It even began to affect the body and soul.

The once lustrous bones were now covered in dark red mold, the organs were oozing thick pus and blood, and the soul was emitting white smoke that hissed.

The immortals all simultaneously averted their gaze from Yang He.

It was as if... Yang He was an indescribable being.

Finally, Yang He arrived at the vermilion gate of Guantian Pavilion, raised his hand and placed it on the door, asking in a deep voice one last time before his life force was extinguished.

"Sage, is the backlash from the Daoist temple a sign of a change in the Heavenly Dao?"

"Ugh……"

An old sigh suddenly came from inside the door.

Lao Tzu's helpless voice came through the crack in the door: "You really know how to cause trouble. You have the guts to threaten a sage, but why don't you have the guts to dismantle the Daoist temple? You are not afraid of life and death, so why are you afraid of dying?"

Yang He was speechless for a moment, his lips twitching.

You should have said so earlier!

Laozi continued, “The Heavenly Court has long been unable to perceive the Heavenly Dao. Find an opportunity to descend to the mortal realm and re-establish your Daoist temple in a suitable place. Perhaps there is still a chance for a turnaround.”

"Noisy!"

A muffled thud came from the Guantian Pavilion, as if Laozi was annoyed by the commotion outside.

The vermilion gate opened a crack, and a whisk emerged from its cave like a silver dragon.

It pierced Yang He's brow in an instant!

hiss.

Yang He felt a sharp pain in his Niwan Palace. The seal representing the Corpse Heavenly Venerable in the Daoist temple was forcibly pulled away and held in front of him by a whisk.

A flash of spiritual light appeared in the seal.

In an instant, a majestic Daoist voice resounded in the minds of all the immortals.

"I am the Celestial Venerable of the Great Void Patrol of Corpses, corresponding to the Five Primordial Extremes, wielding the power of Yin and Yang rotation and the alternation of calamities, and overseeing the signs of imbalance in the Three Realms."

This is clearly Laozi imitating Yang He's tone.

"Anyone who is standing by, get out of the way immediately!!!"

Those True Immortals with slightly weaker cultivation immediately knelt down.

Immediately afterwards, the immortals, including the leaders of the Eight Divisions, left the Tushita Palace one after another. Before long, only the young Daoist boy remained by the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Yang He was dumbfounded, it seemed that his immortal position was more effective than he had imagined.

With a flick of his whisk, he tossed the magic seal aside, and the gate slammed shut. The phantom of Laozi vanished, leaving only a threatening remark.

"After you have mastered the Six Ding Divine Fire Mystic Chapter, go back to the mortal realm and rebuild your cultivation ground!"

"If you dare to pollute the Heavenly Court with your spiritual roots again, I will stuff you into the Eight Trigrams Furnace to be refined into elixirs!"

(End of this chapter)