Mythology

Chapter 443 The Remains in the Eight Trigrams Furnace

Yang He stared at the extra skeleton that had appeared in the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

He could see clearly that the skinned red-bottomed macaque was lying on the back of the golden-robed Taoist boy just before he leaped into the Six Ding Divine Fire!
Yang He had a premonition that this creature was the Red-bottomed Macaque.

It's not just because it involves the havoc in Heaven, but also because its movements are like those of a monkey, with a bright red face and its hands and feet upside down. If its head replaced its buttocks, wouldn't that fit the description of "red buttocks"?

The Six Ding Divine Fire burned fiercely, perhaps influenced by the Red-Bottomed Macaque. The golden-robed Taoist boy was filled with resentment after his death, and the fire fueled by the piles of white bones far exceeded the ordinary flames.

"Great...Great Master," the Silver Horned Taoist boy's voice trembled, "What should we do?"

Yang He withdrew his gaze, his expression calm and composed. "Report the facts to the Eight Ministries, and then..."

He paused, then said, "Continue selecting new golden horns."

Silver Horned Taoist Boy shuddered: "But two Golden Horned ones have already died in succession."

"What?" Yang He looked at him with a half-smile. "You want to defy the rules set by Master? The Tushita Palace cannot do without Golden Horn Daoist Boy."

"This disciple dares not! I'm just afraid that no one will be willing."

The silver-horned Taoist boy hurriedly kowtowed, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Don't worry, just tell them that the Eight Departments will come to deal with it at any time. Explain the risks in advance, and there will always be a young disciple willing to take the risk."

After hesitating for a moment, the young Taoist with silver horns finally dared not say anything more and bowed as he left the Guantian Pavilion.

Yang He shook his head slightly. Now that he had become the Xuandu Grand Master of the Tushita Palace, the Eight Divisions would not take the incident of the Daoist boy's self-immolation seriously.

Lei Bu was in charge of the Peach Garden, and Dou Bu was in charge of the Flower and Fruit Mountain.

Even if the Ministry of Finance wanted to intervene, there would definitely be layers of resistance, such as the Yin brothers, and besides, the dead and injured were only a few immortals.

Yang He requested that the Taoist boy take up the position of Golden Horn in order to prevent the situation from escalating out of control.

"Let's develop Fiery Eyes of Truth first."

"Damn it, the collapse of the Heavenly Palace has left me completely confused. I originally wanted to be Monkey King's inside man to gain some benefits, but what the hell is this?"

With a thought, he took out the three-legged cauldron he carried with him at the temple.

The three-legged cauldron can be used to cultivate the Inner Alchemy Technique of Cleansing Dust. He doesn't care about the pills that are conceived; he intends to let the vessel nourish itself with the help of the medicinal power.

Perhaps one day in the future, the Three-Legged Cauldron can be upgraded to a supreme treasure.

Yang He swallowed the three-legged cauldron into his stomach, and then took out a Nine-Turn Golden Pill. The pill was golden in color, with nine mysterious patterns flowing on its surface.

The moment the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir entered the throat, a massive amount of medicinal power surged out without warning.

The Divination Elixir Refining Technique is not difficult to cultivate; it only consumes one-tenth of the medicinal power, with the rest of the medicinal power overflowing between the flesh and bones.

Yang He's already fragile body and soul almost died.

"Cool!"

Yang He grunted, his face instantly turning red, and veins bulging on his forehead.

"Six Ding Divine Fire! Come!!"

The innate corpse qi body has both yin and yang. As long as there is no danger to its life, its efficiency in absorbing the Six Ding Divine Fire is even greater than that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Yang He quickly demonstrated the terrifying nature of his talent.

With a single utterance, the Six Ding Divine Fire transformed into a fiery serpent that soared into the sky, swirling and circling around the Guantian Pavilion.

The temperature in the Tushita Palace soared, and the blazing firelight illuminated the Great Crimson Heaven of the Taiqing Realm, turning the clouds crimson, creating an extremely magnificent spectacle.

The spies they had planted all stopped and stared at the scene in shock.

This isn't some phenomenon caused by a true immortal; even a Grand Luo Golden Immortal wouldn't be this extraordinary!
The condensation of the Dao Seed must be done with extreme care; the slightest mistake will lead to failure. No true immortal would cultivate like Yang He.

Moreover, they discovered that Yang He had no intention of abandoning the temple.

An out-of-control training ground is a burden for immortals. It's hard to imagine how frighteningly efficient Yang He's cultivation would be without the constraints of a training ground.

Yang He held almost nothing back, and in just a moment, a faint red light appeared between his brows, which was the Six Ding Dao Seed that was about to take shape.

"not enough."

Another Nine-Turn Golden Elixir went down his throat.

The three-legged cauldron is now connected by numerous blood vessels, resembling a metallic organ, drawing in the wisps of black water seeping from the spiritual root. The black water is disgusting and putrid, yet the three-legged cauldron manages to absorb it with difficulty.

"Well."

A red light emanated from between his brows, emitting bursts of mysterious light.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang He condensed the Six Ding Dao Seeds in a short moment.

Immediately following was another Nine-Turn Golden Pill, and the Six Ding Dao Seed was pressed directly onto the three eyes between the eyebrows. The Pupil Ghost endured the excruciating pain and merged with the Dao Seed.

Yang He easily reached the Qi Refining stage of the True Immortal Realm.

He smiled and felt that it wouldn't be difficult for him to reach the Manifestation stage. The only drawback was that his foundation was unstable, which was exactly what he didn't need to worry about.

"One should press on with one's might, but the momentum will wane on the second attempt and be exhausted on the third."

"With the accumulation of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, even the minor realms of True Immortals cannot be surpassed. How can we make up for the more than seven hundred years lost earlier?"

Yang He laughed and directly pressed the Dao Seed into the Pupil Ghost, almost shattering its eyeballs into pieces.

The way the Dao Seed integrates into the organs is incredibly crude.

Yang He endured the excruciating pain and activated the Six Ding Divine Fire Mystic Chapter, slowly healing the cracks in the Pupil Ghost. At the same time, he tried to see through the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Not long ago, another Golden Horned One committed suicide by self-immolation, so the Six Ding Divine Fire seems to have some impurities.

One eye opened on his forehead.

Ignoring the possibility of a backlash from the Six Ding Divine Fire Mystic Chapter, Yang He activated his still-developing Fiery Eyes, seemingly driven by some unknown reason, as if he had sensed an opportunity at this moment.

In an instant, the Six Ding Divine Fire could no longer form an obstacle.

The spiritual vision disappeared into the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

"This is……"

Yang He's breath hitched. Deep within the dark depths of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, a skeleton stood silently, its bones pieced together from various corpses.

Its surface is covered with a layer of flesh and blood, but it has no internal organs.

Click.

The skeleton suddenly turned its head, its empty eye sockets staring at Yang He, its upper and lower jaws opening and closing, and a continuous stream of black water gushed out.

Yang He's spiritual root, deeply corrupted, contained only a few drops of black water.

The black water that the skeleton releases every second is enough to fill the pond, and it is only thanks to the burning of the Six Ding Divine Fire that the black water is prevented from overflowing.

Roar! ! !
The skeleton opened its mouth and let out a silent roar. Yang He spat out blood and withdrew his gaze.

"Sun Wukong...is dead?"

"The red-bottomed macaque was protecting Sun Wukong's injuries, and the kidney that the fairy in white lost was probably also prepared for Sun Wukong."

"How could Sun Wukong have died? Logically speaking, he never even clashed with the Heavenly Court."

"Where exactly did the plot of 'Havoc in Heaven' go wrong?!"

Yang He was filled with doubt and uncertainty. Now he only had two options: either prevent Sun Wukong from coming back to life, or help stuff him with meat and pretend he was dirty.

He felt a chill run down his spine; even the things that came to life in the Bagua Furnace were evil spirits.

"There's more news about the Peach Garden."

Yang He took out the Dharma Seal and transmitted two messages.

Master Qingfeng will be transferred to the Peach Garden in two days. He warned Yang He not to act rashly. Another unfamiliar thought came to mind: an invitation for Yang He to participate in the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Banquet.

"Damn it, the situation of the havoc in the Heavenly Palace is getting more and more complicated. The Peach Garden has become a forbidden area. It is impossible for the Queen Mother of the West to be safe and sound."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, feeling that he should stand with Monkey King both morally and logically.

But it's stuffed with meat and looks dirty.

I must take the lead!!

(End of this chapter)