Mythology

Chapter 454 Ascending to Golden Immortal Status on the Seventy-Third Day (Part Two Combined)

After bidding farewell to Yunxiao, Yang He slowly walked towards the Guantian Pavilion.

"There are still seventy-three days until the start of the Peach Banquet, a mere two months. Even if ordinary immortals seize the time to cultivate, it will be of no use."

"I am different from Daoist Master."

“In this version where the dojo must be separated, I possess the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dojo, which represents being favored by the Heavenly Dao. Therefore, seventy-three days is enough to accomplish many things.”

Yang He pointed his index finger at his brow, and countless heads emerged from the Precious Bone Mausoleum.

The head emitted a chilling wail before sinking into the ground beneath the Tushita Heaven, becoming part of the stake being driven into existence.

dong dong.

"Grand Master Xuandu..."

The young Taoist priest with silver horns knocked shakily on the door of the Guantian Pavilion.

His face was filled with terror, not only because of the hundreds of thousands of heads that came rushing out, but also because he had just witnessed Yang He's death.

It seems the rumors circulating outside are true.

This disciple of the Three Pure Ones received enlightenment from a sage, making his body and soul immortal and indestructible. Furthermore, his Daoist practice has not been separated from him. Once he goes astray and becomes possessed by demons, he will transform into the Taiyin Metamorphosis, which is feared by the capitals of the Eight Divisions.

No wonder the trouble caused by Flower Fruit Mountain didn't get the attention of the Eight Departments.

The most important thing in Heaven right now is the Peach Banquet, followed by Yang He.

"Silver Horn, come in."

The young Taoist priest with silver horns lowered his head, his footsteps were so light they were almost silent, and the cuffs of his wide Taoist robe trembled slightly. His pupils contracted as soon as he entered the room.

The Yin energy in the Tushita Palace surged continuously, gradually forming a tornado-like shape.

Yang He has accumulated nearly 300,000 heads in the Baogu Mausoleum, and the Yin-gathering and life-giving formations set up with them are more than enough to supply even the cultivation needs of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Silver Horned Daoist Boy's face turned pale, and he wished he could leave the Heavenly Viewing Pavilion immediately.

Even a mortal like him knows that cultivation isn't about having more yin energy, because there's a limit to how much the body and soul can absorb. If you're not careful, it could lead to a backlash from your supernatural powers and death.

Judging from Yang He's actions, could it be that he intends to end his life in the Tushita Palace?

The young Taoist, Silver Horn, stood three zhang outside the door, his voice barely audible, "Disciple Silver Horn pays respects to Grand Master Xuandu..."

Yang He glanced at the silver-horned Taoist boy, whose forehead was covered in a fine sweat, and he almost fainted from fright.

"How many young disciples are left in the Tushita Palace?"

Silver Horn shuddered, unconsciously clutching the hem of his clothes: "Reporting to the Grand Master, since the evil spirits started causing trouble, Fairy Cloud has been unable to stop them, leaving only 342 people. However, the Eight Trigrams Furnace has been much more stable recently."

Yang He remembered that when he first came to the Tushita Palace, there were still thousands of young Taoists coming and going.

The deaths of some Daoist disciples are likely due to the Dou Department testing those in the furnace. This is actually normal, as immortals are indeed considered resources in the Heavenly Court.

"With me personally overseeing things, there shouldn't be any more unexpected problems."

Yang He paused for a few moments and said, "Silver Horn, you personally contact my junior brother Qingfeng and have him select two hundred people from the Suyao Xuanxu Mansion, then arrange for them to cultivate in the vacant rooms for a period of time."

The young Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, but eventually nodded.

"Yes, disciple will relay it immediately."

If it weren't for Yang He's order, even if the Silver Horned Daoist had a thousand times the courage, he wouldn't have dared to let outsiders enter the Doushuai Palace to cultivate.

This is the residence of Laozi, the Supreme Lord. Even if the sage is not in the Heavenly Court, the Three Pure Ones have supernatural powers that can see through the Three Realms, so how could they not know the situation?

"Wait a moment."

Yang He suddenly asked again, "Does the Tushita Palace possess the methods for establishing celestial palaces and grotto-heavens?"

Silver Horned Taoist's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

The ancient immortal methods had long been forbidden by the Heavenly Court. Even if the Golden Horned Daoist wanted to cultivate, he would have to risk being subjected to the Eight Tribes' punishment.

As a result, Yang Hetang openly and brazenly kept mentioning it.

Silver Horned Taoist's lips trembled, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"I suppose so."

Yang He said to himself, "The Supreme Lord Laozi wouldn't deliberately destroy these. Silver Horned Daoist, go and bring them to the Heavenly Pavilion for me."

"disciple……"

The words were practically squeezed out between clenched teeth by the young Taoist.

"Here you go. Don't worry, as long as you don't look at it, nothing will happen."

After a long pause, the young Taoist priest with silver horns finally agreed and then staggered away from the Guantian Pavilion.

He turned to look at the figure inside the house. At this moment, the Yin-gathering and life-giving pillar had already taken effect, and the Yin energy had formed a pitch-black vortex sky above the Great Crimson Heaven of the Taiqing Realm.

The Yin-gathering Stake seems to possess a spirit; wherever the Silver Horned Taoist boy passes, the heads will adjust themselves to prevent the Yin energy from harming the innocent.

Baoguling also benefited greatly, only lacking an opportunity to reach the level of a postnatal treasure.

Now it's the turn of the eight classes to be terrified, especially the Dipper Gods surrounding the Tushita Palace.

In an instant, countless gazes fell upon the Great Crimson Heaven of the Taiqing Realm.

Rumble.

As the ground of Guantian Pavilion slowly rose, Qianyuan Mountain was the first to be exposed to the outside world, and the vast Yin energy no longer harmed Yang He in the slightest.

The Myriad Transformations Tree is only twenty meters tall, yet it gives the illusion of supporting the sky and the earth. Each leaf reflects a different scene, and the Taoist charm revealed above and below is simply mysterious to the extreme.

The immortals who had experienced the Investiture of the Gods were astonished. They all knew how terrifying Yang He's foundation was. Eight hundred years ago, even the Daoist temples of the Great Luo Golden Immortals were far inferior to the Myriad Transformations Heaven.

They couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

If the Heavenly Dao had not undergone a drastic change, and if Yang He had not been asleep for more than seven hundred years, wouldn't he be... no one below the level of a sage could withstand a single blow?
Yin Jiao arrived at the Heavenly Ladder, his expression shifting between light and dark.

The Tushita Palace has been sealed off. Could it be that Yang He intends to turn the Great Crimson Heaven of the Taiqing Realm into another Jade Pool Lingxiao Palace in the Thirtieth Heaven?

"As expected, you are still you. Even after more than seven hundred years, you are still unscrupulous and still disgust me. You deserve to die."

"If the Xuanxian Daoist Temple is already this large, wouldn't it be able to cover all thirty heavens when it reaches the Hunyuan Golden Immortal level... Impossible!!"

"There's absolutely no way he could be safe and sound while possessing a sacred temple!!!"

Yin Jiao turned and left, a murderous intent already rising between his brows. The Supreme Lord Laozi had personally instructed Yang He. Since he did not perform the separation, could it mean that Yang He could withstand the erosion of the Void?

Meanwhile, Qianyuan Mountain had already reached a height of a thousand feet.

Yang He's subsequent actions made the immortals even more baffled.

The pavilions and towers are nestled in the mountains, where countless evil spirits emit sharp hisses, absorbing the most impure parts of the yin energy.

The endless sea of ​​Buddhas transformed into mist, enveloping the Tushita Palace in a cocoon-like shape to prevent the leakage of yin energy.

The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, as the center for gathering yin energy and cultivating spiritual energy, bears all yin energy. Yang He... the commotion he's causing clearly indicates his intention to cultivate!
but……

The Yin energy in the Tushita Palace is now sufficient to suffocate even a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Yang He's Yin-Gathering and Life-Generating Stance emphasizes a simple and direct approach: the Yin energy, after being filtered through the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, ultimately enters his own body.

Looking across the Heavenly Court, who wouldn't be terrified?

Yang He was confident because the Myriad Transformations Tree, as a branch of the Heavenly Dao, seemed to only fear the Void.

Aside from comprehending the Dao of Heaven, the Tree of Myriad Transformations was referred to as a 'spiritual root' in the old version.

Yang He's lips curled up, and he could feel the four ghosts cheering and jumping for joy. Black Cat, being isolated outside, was already itching to make a move.

The four ghosts are not afraid of being burst by the yin energy; they all want to seize the opportunity.

“Let’s start with the Dharma body outside the body.”

Yang He did not rush to cultivate. The massive amount of Yin energy temporarily contained by the Myriad Transformations Dojo manifested as a torrential downpour covering the entire area.

After a brief perusal, the Dharma Body outside the body is already engraved in one's mind.

The incarnations created through supernatural powers are divided into Yin and Yang categories.

The Yin body is responsible for guarding, following the deity like a shadow, protecting the deity at all times, but harming the Yang energy; the Yang body is responsible for movement, leaving the body to manifest, and gradually developing intelligence.

The supernatural power advised practitioners to balance Yin and Yang to avoid the backlash from their incarnations.

“The yang body is useless to me; cultivating the yin body is just right for the Fiery Eyes of Truth.”

Yang He took three drops of essence, blood, and bone marrow from each of the regular characters, including Ghost True Lord, along with a wisp of their three souls, seven spirits, and breath.

He had no shortage of materials derived from the permanent characters, which he specially stored in a side hall.

puff.

The skin on Yang He's ribs tore open, and a crystal-clear, jade-like bone slowly emerged, revealing the true form of the demon under the nourishment of yin energy.

Immediately, the flesh and blood essence of the permanent characters were drawn in and poured into the body of the demon.

Followed by.

The Myriad Transformations Tree released a slight yin energy.

"Uh……"

Yang He groaned as his eardrums ruptured and bled under the impact of the yin energy, and his internal organs felt as if they were being pierced by thousands of ice needles.

The speed at which the demon refined its flesh and bones far exceeded expectations.

What was originally supposed to take forty-nine days was mostly completed in ten breaths!
"Hahaha."

Yang He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"How could a mere minor, fatal injury possibly prevent Daoist Master from entering seclusion?!"

"continue!!"

The three heads and six arms vanished, and the demon returned to a single piece of cartilage.

Yang He felt an unparalleled sense of exhilaration despite the blood seeping from every pore of his body. Since attaining immortality, his cultivation had never progressed by leaps and bounds.

Laughter echoed in the Tushita Palace, sending chills down the spines of all the immortals. They all feared that Yang He would suffer a qi deviation.

"The Yin body is like a shadow, so it should theoretically transform into a shadow. However, I have integrated the concept of the three-headed, six-armed Dharma body into it."

boom.

Yang He's head was smashed to pieces, and the attempt ended in failure.

The Ghost Lord had no vital organs; his body and soul were composed of yin energy. His head recovered most of its strength in the blink of an eye, and he soon fell into a new round of self-harm.

Just half a day later, Yang He seized upon a flash of inspiration.

After Ghost Lord's head shattered again, it no longer grew a single head.

Instead, it has four heads.

Corpse head, ghost head, Buddha head, demon head.

The first three heads are exactly the same as the regular characters, but the Yellow-Eyebrowed King's Heavenly Demon Body is special. His demon head is covered with hair and has no facial features, but this also eliminates the possibility of revealing his identity.

As the demon continued to digest the yin energy, Yang He's spine cracked and popped.

Arms grew rapidly, and Yang He's appearance was completely transformed into a monster with four heads and eight arms, the pressure he exuded solidifying into a tangible form.

"Compared to the Immortal Transformation Technique, the Yin Body Technique can also receive the blessing of the permanent characters."

"However, only about 10% or 20%."

Yang He's smile deepened. The four forces within his body showed a tendency to merge and integrate. Perhaps with the four Nuo flags, the Immortal Transformation Technique could temporarily merge the permanent characters into one.

He looked up and glanced around, his gaze meeting that of Yunxiao, who was standing at the edge of the Tushita Palace.

"Thank you."

Yunxiao seemed to hear Yang He's murmurs and covered her mouth with a soft laugh.

Yang He no longer hesitated and gradually increased the amount of Yin energy. Seventy-three days, no, in fact, there were only seventy-two days left.

He wants to challenge the Golden Immortal realm.

That's right, even if an ordinary Xuanxian (a type of immortal) has no bottlenecks, it would take them two hundred years to advance to the Golden Immortal realm.

Even if it means taking some risks, I'm willing to do it.

The leaders of the Eight Departments are all above the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and those who reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal before the Investiture of the Gods were all, without exception, Hunyuan Golden Immortals, or even half-step Quasi-Saints.

Of course, Yang He felt that Yin Jiao, who was an ordinary person in life, was full of embellishment.

It is said that after Yin Jiao became an immortal, he was received by the Jade Emperor in the Lingxiao Palace. After that, his realm rose steadily until he became a Great Luo Golden Immortal, after which he made no further progress.

Just then, the Eight Trigrams Furnace began to murmur.

The Six Ding Divine Fire dimmed.

The person inside the furnace actively suppressed himself, causing the amount of Yin energy that Yang He had to bear to surge.

The branches and leaves of the Myriad Transformation Tree trembled violently, and countless roots could be vaguely seen connecting to Yang He's acupoints. Before he could react, the Yin energy gradually went out of control, and the Myriad Transformation Tree became like a floodgate.

The increasingly intense Yin energy poured out wildly!

Not to mention the Tushita Palace, the ceaseless flow of water could be heard even in the Thirty Heavens.

In the eyes of the immortals, no matter what Yang He's original purpose was, he was now in a difficult situation. Even if the Yin-gathering and life-generating stake was canceled, the Yin energy would continue to be released for some time due to inertia.

It seems that Yang He will face only death and annihilation next.

Little did they know, everything was exactly as Yang He had predicted.

"The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field seems to have never fully revealed its secrets. In the main world, it is concerned about affecting the mortal world, and in the world of historical allusions, it is constantly adapting to the new version."

"Now let all the beings of Heaven witness the number one Daoist temple in the Three Realms!!!"

Yang He grinned, even though his meridians were torn by the yin energy, bloodstains appeared on his skin, and black blood seeped from his seven orifices at the same time.

With a slight thought, Mount Qianyuan rose another thousand feet.

boom.

Yang He vanished into thin air.

The Yin energy that constituted the Ghost True Lord immediately dispersed, and the Taoist temple fell silent.

The immortals who were spying on the Tushita Palace all retreated several meters in unison, because their divine senses detected that the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field... had come to life!
A previously unfamiliar term began to pop into my mind.

The way of transformation.

In the Investiture of the Gods version, cultivators mainly focus on their Daoist temples, but only a very small number of immortals can achieve 'transformation into the Dao'.

What is transformation into the Dao? It is the unity of body and soul with the Dao.

In the temple, you are the Way of Heaven.

Yunxiao remembered that he had not been able to master the Dao Transformation when he was in the mortal realm. This great supernatural power was unrelated to realm or understanding of the Daoist temple.

The entire Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field began to twist and deform.

Qianyuan Mountain collapsed with a roar, its body splitting into thirty-six sections of white jade spine, each section covered with densely engraved Taoist symbols.

The flesh and blood Taoist temple melted and collapsed, transforming into a huge head without skin, with thick pus and blood flowing from its seven orifices, and the ever-calm Myriad Transformation Tree growing on its crown.

The walls of the Ten Deadly Cities rolled inward, forming writhing internal organs, and all the evil spirits wandering in the city turned into black blood between the meridians.

The twenty-four heavens swept out, and seawater formed muscle fibers, covering the surface of the skeleton.

What was finally presented to the immortals was a broken, skinned giant several thousand feet tall.

While they were astonished, they also breathed a sigh of relief. Yang He's transformation into the Dao was not complete; it felt like a rudimentary form that had been explored and developed.

Even so, it's scary enough.

Yang He's original body and soul were indeed unable to withstand the erosion of Yin energy, but now, no matter how much Yin energy there is, it is impossible for it to burst the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

After three days of turmoil in the Tushita Palace, the powerful ghost ascended to the Xuanxian realm.

The Pupil Ghost, the Power Ghost, and the Nuoxiang Ghost complement each other, and when their cultivation levels are aligned, their cultivation efficiency increases significantly.

Needless to say, the black cat's progress can almost be described as rapid.

Yang He even suspected that the five-colored divine light that the black cat fell into in the Blissful World might have a higher cultivation level than its original body, which was why it made such rapid progress.

"I almost forgot to nurture the vessel."

Two streams of yin energy entered the Three-Legged Cauldron and the Treasure Bone Mausoleum. The Primordial Golden Cauldron had already been handed over to the Black Cat, and the Qiankun Ruler was not brought into the world of the legends at all.

"Grand Master Xuandu..."

Silver Horned Taoist boy approached Yang He nervously, surrounded by hundreds of floating heads.

If his head hadn't shared the burden, he would have long since turned into mincemeat.

"Well."

Yang He glanced at the silver-horned Daoist boy, slightly unaccustomed to the latter being only the size of a grain of rice. Then, he beckoned with his finger, and more than a dozen jade slips disappeared into his Niwan Palace.

"Good, you should go down and cultivate too. Remind me when the Peach Banquet is approaching."

Silver Horned Taoist was taken aback, then quickly nodded and left.

Yang He glanced at the Doushuai Palace and noticed that his junior brother Qingfeng showed signs of advancing to the Xuanxian realm. He couldn't help but squeeze out a sliver of meat from between his teeth.

He then ignored it and eagerly began to peruse the jade slip.

Yang He was very disappointed by the contents of the jade slip. It was clearly not the Celestial Court Method treasured by Laozi, and it was estimated that even the sages had forgotten it.

Only the Immortal Court technique, 'Medicine Well,' is somewhat acceptable.

The well water in the medicine well has medicinal properties, and adding demons and evil spirits can enhance its medicinal properties, thus making up for the lack of industrial chain in the Wanhua Heavenly Daoist Temple.

Yang He focused his attention on refining the medicine well, while his main focus remained on the Four Ghosts.

The Mysterious Immortal Realm is divided into two levels.

[The Spirit Seeding Stage] requires connecting the supernatural organs to hundreds of acupoints, which can provide yin energy for the supernatural powers at all times and prevent them from going astray.

[The Mingling Period] is a time when the spirituality that governs supernatural powers is inscribed with taboos inside and outside the body. The taboos recorded in different Taoist traditions vary greatly.

Why did Yang He believe he could become a Golden Immortal in seventy-three days?

He considered that since the Daoist temple had not been separated and the acupoints had already been integrated into the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree, he could directly connect the four ghosts to the Daoist temple. The taboo of the Mingling stage was unnecessary. As long as the Daoist temple was not destroyed, the four ghosts would not be able to cause any trouble.

Of course, even if the dojo is destroyed, the four demons cannot retaliate.

Yang He planned to remove 90% of the taboos, leaving only the Daoist essence for advancing to the Golden Immortal realm, which would greatly reduce the workload.

"I feel like I'm stuck between two versions. The realm of the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation cannot be accurately measured, and the same goes for the Journey to the West Tribulation."

"but……"

Yang He composed himself. While Xuanxian could easily pass through, Jinxian could not take any shortcuts.

He not only had to grope his way forward, but also had to continue to expand the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. If he was not careful, the erosion of the Void would severely damage his foundation.

And unsurprisingly, the next story will be... Tang Sanzang.

The main world is already collecting worldly items. I wonder if Yang He will be able to see the true face of Jin Chanzi before the Deep Lord begins to descend.

Yang Heqiang suppressed his distracting thoughts and focused all his attention on his cultivation.

Days passed in the blink of an eye, and before long, the Thirty Heavens were filled with the fragrance of flowers. Even though no one was going in or out of the Peach Garden, the front area was already full of blooming peach trees.

The Queen Mother of the West invited not only the heads of the nine departments, but also the ten Yama Kings of the Underworld.

Marshal Tianpeng was naturally among them. As one of the Four Saints of the North Pole and ranked among the Nine Luminaries of the Heavenly Court, he was also among those invited.

only.

With only three days left until the Peach Banquet, the young disciple discovered...

Marshal Tianpeng died in his residence. His supernatural powers backfired, causing him to suffer a qi deviation. His body had been weathered for a long time, and his soul had long since disappeared.

(End of this chapter)