Mythology

Chapter 455 Appetizers for the Peach Banquet (Part 2)

Marshal Tianpeng's residence is located in the Yuantongyuan Cave Heaven, the second level of the fourth heaven of the Formless Realm.

The sudden death of a deity who commanded 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals caused quite a stir, even though the Heavenly Court was in a state of panic as the Peach Banquet approached. The underworld was also searching for the whereabouts of his soul.

Layer upon layer of heavenly soldiers stood ready, guarding every corner of the mansion.

Holding weapons, their expressions were solemn, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on their foreheads. The death of Marshal Tianpeng was indeed too bizarre.

"Another corpse..."

The door opened from the inside out, and the sound of heavy objects being dragged could be heard from inside.

Four heavenly soldiers, breathing heavily, worked together to drag a corpse out of the mansion.

The corpse was dressed in silver armor, its face was contorted, blood was flowing from its seven orifices, and there was a shallow wound on its forehead. The cause of death appeared to be an accidental head injury, which resulted in the soul becoming disordered and causing a backlash.

The immortal's head was no longer a weakness; the way he died was rather ridiculous.

But Marshal Tianpeng's behavior was chilling; before he died, he tightly gripped his own neck, his fingernails digging into his flesh.

Clearly, he experienced immense fear before he died.

The strangest thing was that there were two corpses placed in front of the mansion. That's right, there were three corpses of Marshal Tianpeng, each with a different manner of death.

The corpse on the outside died from a qi deviation, while the other had its chest pierced by a sharp weapon.

The magic array had just been set up around the three corpses when the heavenly soldiers and generals heard rustling sounds coming from inside the mansion again.

It was clear that there were footsteps mixed with the sounds of someone rummaging through things.

They all looked back simultaneously. The doors and windows were open, and the interior was completely visible, yet they still couldn't find the source of the sound.

"Could it be that Marshal Tianpeng possessed the power of incarnation during his lifetime? But that's impossible; the corpses seem to appear out of thin air..."

"Could it be that Grand Master Xuandu from the Tushita Palace?"

"Shut up, how dare you and I discuss the disciples of a sage?"

The heavenly soldiers whispered among themselves, and unconsciously began to mention Yang He.

Almost the entire Heavenly Court believed that Yang Hejing, who had not yet been separated from his Daoist practice, was in grave danger. If he were to suffer a qi deviation, the resulting Taiyin transformation would be enough to affect most of the Heavenly Court, and perhaps even...

Now that Marshal Tianpeng has died and vanished, could it be that Yang He was responsible?

Isn't the supernatural power of "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" related to incarnation?
"Get out of the way."

A cold voice rang out as Doubu Zhengshen headed towards the mansion.

The heavenly soldiers, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly retreated to both sides.

Yunxiao walked slowly toward the pile of corpses, his face ashen. His gaze swept over Marshal Tianpeng's body, and his brows furrowed more and more.

She could sense that as the Peach Banquet approached, troubles were piling up.

The eight departments were simply overwhelmed.

In just two months, the Eight Departments only managed to deal with twenty or thirty skinned monkeys, and could only wait until the Peach Banquet ended before considering how to clean up the mess.

"Perhaps the source of all the troubles is related to the Peach Banquet, and... did the Queen Mother of the West actually transform into the Yin form?"

The Taiyin transformation is the transformation of immortals and gods by the erosion of the Guixu. If they are not separated from the Daoist temple, they will most likely be gradually eroded in body and soul.

However, the Queen Mother of the West has not appeared for over seven hundred years, and no one knows the specifics.

Yunxiao was more worried about Yang He. Her beloved had chosen to continue his cultivation journey, which meant that things would be difficult for him. All she could do was pray silently.

“Sister, it shouldn’t be an incarnation, and it has nothing to do with my husband.”

Qiongxiao remained cheerful and didn't take it to heart.

"Nonsense, Qiongxiao, how can you believe the rumors from the outside world? Yuantongyuan Cave Heaven is far away from Taiqing Realm Great Red Heaven, so it will not be affected."

Yunxiao crouched down and lightly touched the wound on a corpse with his fingertips.

It felt cold to the touch, and lividity had already appeared. There was still some yin energy remaining in its body, which protected the Niwan Palace and the chest, as if Marshal Tianpeng was preparing for two other ways to die before he died.

As Yunxiao was deep in thought, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.

The Tai Sui Department is in charge of Marshal Tianpeng's residence. The newcomer is Yin Hong, whose cultivation is stuck at the initial stage of Golden Immortal. He only managed to secure his position as a True God thanks to Yin Jiao, but his cultivation has not progressed in a hundred years.

Yin Hong's face was filled with undisguised anger, but he was blocked by Deng Chanyu after taking only a few steps.

"Doumu Yuanjun, aren't you guarding the Doushuai Palace? Why are you interfering in the Tianpeng Marshal's Mansion and bullying the Tai Sui Department because they think it's powerless?"

Yunxiao didn't even lift his eyelids, still staring intently at the corpse.

Yin Hong's face darkened, his body and soul became extremely unstable, and waves of yin energy emanated from his mouth and nose, as if he were about to suffer a qi deviation at any moment.

Suddenly, a blinding streak of light flashed across the horizon!
boom.

His figure crashed to the ground like a meteorite, causing the entire mansion to tremble slightly.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Yang Jian's tall and imposing figure was revealed. He held a three-pointed, double-edged spear, his third eye between his brows was half-open and half-closed, and the pressure emanating from his body was so tangible that it forced Yin Hong to retreat several steps.

Yin Hong's expression changed drastically. The three people he feared most were Yang Jian, Yang He, and Nezha.

During the Investiture of the Gods, the three were already among the best of the Chan Sect. After ascending to the Heavenly Court, apart from Yang He falling into a deep sleep, the speed at which Yang Jian and Nezha's cultivation progressed was astonishing.

It is said that they have already stepped one foot into the realm of the Great Immortal.

It should be noted that most of the leaders of the Eight Departments were already Great Golden Immortals before being conferred the title of God. Yang Jian and Nezha were just mortals before, and only became immortals after a mere six hundred years.

If Yang He can make further progress during this seclusion...

impossible.

Yin Hong's breathing was heavy. Yang He's cultivation ground was defying the heavens, and the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss had long been coveted. He was doomed.

"Brother Yang Jian, we are both disciples of the Chan Sect, it has truly been a long time since we last met."

Yang Jian didn't even glance at him, and walked straight to Yunxiao's side.

"How's it going?"

After a few moments of deliberation, Deng Chanyu said, "There are no traces in the mansion, nor are there any demons or monsters causing trouble. The corpse seems to have appeared out of thin air."

"Yang Jian, use your Heavenly Eye to see what's real and what's not."

Yang Jian opened his third eye between his eyebrows, and golden light swept across the entire mansion.

The sight inside the mansion made his pupils shrink slightly; the walls, floors, and even the beams and pillars were covered with countless scratch marks.

Marshal Tianpeng clearly struggled before his death.

Even ordinary mortals rarely experience such despair when facing death. It is fortunate that Marshal Tianpeng did not become an evil spirit.

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "It's a pity that Yang Ren has been in seclusion for a hundred years, otherwise, with his all-seeing eye, he might have gained something."

Yunxiao's lips moved slightly, but she didn't speak because Yin Hong was beside her.

She intervened mainly because of Yang He's instructions before he went into seclusion. Perhaps her husband knew some secrets, and judging by the time, he should be able to emerge from seclusion smoothly soon.

Yunxiao did not believe that Yang He would fail, nor did he believe that the dojo would get out of control.

Whatever choice the gentleman makes, he has his own reasons and confidence.

At this moment.

pat.

A muffled thud came from the southwest corner of the mansion.

Immediately following were the terrified screams of the heavenly soldiers.

“Corpse!!”

"The fourth corpse of Marshal Tianpeng!!"

Hearing the noise, everyone rushed over and saw that in the southwest corner of the courtyard, on a withered peach tree, a broken hemp rope was still swaying slightly.

The body lay motionless at the base of the tree, with deep ligature marks on its neck revealing bone, its tongue sticking out in a purplish-black color, and its eyes wide open, staring at the sky.

Comparing the four corpses, one can clearly sense that their expressions are becoming increasingly desperate.

His face was so distorted that he was almost unrecognizable.

Deng Chanyu subconsciously took a half step back. The sudden appearance of the corpses left her clueless, and she clearly remembered that when she was patrolling earlier, there was nothing on the trees in the courtyard.

Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye shone brightly with golden light, staring intently at the hemp rope.

The knot was still stained with fresh blood, as if the person who hanged himself had just died.

However, the corpse's cultivation had largely dissipated, indicating that it had been dead for at least twelve hours.

Yin Hong glanced at the heavenly soldiers stationed there. "Did anyone see the corpse earlier?"

The heavenly soldiers and generals were deathly pale. Every corner of the mansion was covered by divine sense, so it was impossible for anyone to enter or leave without being detected.

Moreover, who would dare to be so negligent in such an important matter as collecting Marshal Tianpeng's body for burial?

Yunxiao gazed at him for a moment, then said, "In that case, let's go."

"elder sister?"

"This calamity has nothing to do with us. Since we have no clue, let's leave it to the Tai Sui Department. However, I estimate that the corpses will likely continue to accumulate."

Yunxiao raised his eyes and looked towards the Tushita Palace, where the giant's phantom image solidified further.

"Where is Nezha?"

Yang Jian smiled slightly, "Brother Nezha heard that Junior Brother Yang He was about to emerge from seclusion, so he went to the Tushita Palace ahead of time."

"Let's go."

Yin Hong watched as the immortals of Doubu left Yuantongyuan Cave.

There was no other way but to draw upon more heavenly soldiers and generals.

After he finished allocating manpower, the fifth corpse of Marshal Tianpeng followed closely behind.

The body was drowned in the pond, its skin pale and wrinkled, its abdomen bulging high, presenting a grotesque and terrifying giant appearance.

His face was completely unrecognizable, his lips were turned outwards revealing bluish-purple gums, and his muscles were twisted into a knot, as if the despair of his last moments before death was forever frozen on his face.

With the help of those with ulterior motives, the heavenly soldiers and generals present all attributed Marshal Tianpeng's death to Yang He, who had recently awakened.

Yang He had no idea that he had been unjustly blamed, and even if he did, he wouldn't care.

boom! ! !
The Great Crimson Heaven of the Taiqing Realm trembled, and the strange phenomenon abruptly ceased.

The prying eyes cast upon them became unnatural, all fearing that Yang He's dojo would spiral out of control and the Tushita Palace would become yet another forbidden area of ​​the Heavenly Court. "Hoo."

Yang He let out a long breath, and the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field began to shrink rapidly.

Immediately, the mountains and rivers transformed into spiritual light and entered the space between the eyebrows.

Only the Myriad Transformations Tree remained suspended above Yang He's head, its roots hanging down among the branches and leaves swaying gently like jewels, exuding a profound and mysterious Daoist charm.

Yang He slowly opened his eyes, and the oppressive aura emanating from the Golden Immortal spread out.

The phrase "great things come from small beginnings" perfectly embodies this idea.

In the world of historical fiction, he has already surpassed the levels of Xuanxian and Zhenxian, and the ordinary eight righteous gods are only at the level of Jinxian. With his unprecedented talent, he has almost erased more than seven hundred years.

The Silver Horned Taoist boy guarding the door knelt on the ground, his bones creaking under the weight.

"Seventy-one days, which is about the expected time."

"I just didn't expect that Marshal Tianpeng would die prematurely."

Yang He already knew the situation, naturally because Yunxiao had informed him telepathically. The continued downward spiral of the collapsing plot was definitely not good news.

In the original story, Marshal Tianpeng was banished to the mortal realm for harassing Chang'e after drinking in the Peach Garden. He was then reincarnated as a domestic pig.

However, the story is different in the real world. Marshal Tianpeng died at home without ever doing anything.

"It's truly tragic."

Yang He opened his fiery eyes between his brows, but couldn't see clearly because of the distance.

At this moment, six corpses of Marshal Tianpeng were laid out in front of the mansion, and the order in which they were laid out clearly showed their differences.

despair.

Each body was more desperate than the last!

The sixth corpse was twisted into a pretzel shape, completely unrecognizable as human, and even... lying prostrate on the ground, it resembled livestock.

"What's the situation with Sha Wujing? It's a pity that the Lingxiao Palace has been closed for hundreds of years, and there's more than one Curtain-Raising General. Even Yunxiao is powerless to help."

Yang He's spiritual vision found no clues, and his Fiery Eyes closed.

"Let's meet with them and talk about it."

"Yes, Nezha should be near the Heavenly Ladder."

Yang He retrieved the 300,000 heads. Unbeknownst to him, the Treasure Bone Mausoleum had already reached the pinnacle of Yin Treasures. Perhaps all it needed was a Daoist lineage to be integrated into the physical body before it could transform into an acquired supreme treasure.

The three-legged cauldron also benefited greatly, and has become a superior Yin treasure, with spirituality far exceeding that of ordinary treasures.

Yang He noticed that the three-legged cauldron occasionally communicated with the four ghosts, especially the pupil ghost, who was willing to share 20% of its yin energy to nourish the three-legged cauldron.

He summoned the three-legged cauldron, and then the phantom of a medicine well appeared behind him.

A small portion of the Six Ding Divine Fire at the bottom of the furnace was diverted into the medicine well, and a faint fragrance spread out. The amber-colored well water poured into the three-legged cauldron.

"Medicine Well cannot be used as a permanent character for the time being. The remaining two slots must be used to deal with Buddhism. Who knows what Shakyamuni wants to do?"

"If you're planning to eat me, I wouldn't mind smashing all those bald monks' sharp teeth."

Yang He shook the three-legged cauldron, and the aroma became even more intoxicating.

"For cultivation purposes, the efficiency of the medicine well may only be one or two percent, but I can make the taste of the well water taste like fine wine."

He took a sip, and his blood and qi burned fiercely under the nourishment of the well water.

The medicinal properties were so potent that even flesh and bones seemed to rejoice.

"Perfect timing! The well water brewed with the Six Ding Divine Fire is absolutely suitable for Nezha. If Nezha can gain some understanding, he can become a Great Luo Golden Immortal."

Yang He still owes Yang Jian and Nezha a drink. Let's settle today's matter today, and tomorrow's troubles will be resolved tomorrow.

"kindness?"

He kept pouring yin energy into the medicine well, trying to enhance the medicinal properties as much as possible, but it didn't last long before he suddenly realized something was wrong.

As soon as he emerged from the pass, Yang He noticed Nezha's presence.

Half an hour passed, but Nezha still did not appear, and the same was true for Yunxiao and the others; their telepathic communication also failed to elicit a response.

Yang He pressed his temples lightly; his head was throbbing slightly.

As if waking from a dream, more and more strange things came into view.

It's true that most of the Daoist disciples in the Tushita Palace were killed or injured, but isn't it too quiet? And why isn't the person in the furnace making any noise?
Snapped.

The blue bricks beneath Yang He's feet were shattered into pieces. Through his fiery eyes, he saw that the Bagua furnace was completely empty, without even a single monkey hair.

Not only the person in the furnace, but also the Taoist boy, all disappeared without a trace.

even……

The several heavenly realms that Yang He could see were all deathly silent.

He suddenly stood up and immediately headed towards the direction of the Great Luo Heaven, wanting to determine whether the anomaly came from the Peach Banquet or Buddhism.

Yang He hadn't walked more than a few steps; he was still within the area of ​​the Tushita Palace.

The precious bone pendant hanging from his waist began to shake violently.

The reason why the new version allows the artifacts to be refined into the body is partly because the artifacts are also affected by the Void Return, making them prone to backlash.

Yang He had never cared before, since the Precious Bone Mausoleum had been used as a reserve resource and for building up staking, and was rarely used against enemies.

Click.

A crack appeared on the surface of the Yin Bao without any warning.

Then came the second and third rounds.

"A backlash from the Yin Treasure? Are you kidding me? It just happened like that?!"

Before Yang He could react, the Precious Bone Mausoleum exploded! Three hundred thousand heads burst forth like a flood, an astonishing number that instantly blotted out the entire sky above the Tushita Palace.

The leading giant heads belong to the various regular characters.

The precious bone tomb was damaged, and the head instinctively wanted to devour blood and food to replenish itself.

"Is Buddhism up to something? They've ruined one of my most prized possessions, one that was practically guaranteed to be a treasure!"

Yang He was so angry that his teeth itched. He activated his Ghost Immortal Body to disperse, but at the same time, the Myriad Transformation Tree also encountered a change.

"What do you mean, are you trying to ruin my luck?"

The branches and leaves withered and turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the roots were pulled out of Yang He's body, bringing out a large amount of foul-smelling black blood. The erosion of the Ruins accelerated more than tenfold without warning!
"Uh."

Yang He grunted, his body frozen in mid-air.

He sensed that the temple was collapsing, and the four demons were emitting mournful howls.

Faced with an almost certain death, Yang He did not struggle. In an instant, a massive number of heads engulfed his body and soul, and he could not hold on for more than half a breath before his life was extinguished.

Consciousness summons the panel, awaiting return to the main world.

However, no information was revealed.

"Seventy-one days, which is about the expected time."

"I just didn't expect..."

Yang He's pupils focused, and he came to his senses to find himself standing in front of the Doushuai Palace. The aura of a Golden Immortal caused the floor tiles to collapse and crack.

He quickly checked the tomb and found that the Yin treasure was intact.

Yin Bao, who had just experienced the scene firsthand, suffered a backlash and died, as if it were all a dream.

look around.

Thirty layers of sky, not a soul in sight.

Yang He frowned, his sharp eyes meticulously observing the environment. Even with his spiritual vision, he couldn't discern whether it was real or not.

He took a deep breath, and his mind calmed down.

Yin energy circulates in the meridians.

Yang He adjusted his breathing, and a wisp of Six Ding Divine Fire escaped from the Eight Trigrams Furnace, silently entering his body without attracting attention.

Logically speaking, the Pupil Demon had already cultivated Fiery Eyes of Truth, enough to ignore most of the flames in the Three Realms. However, this wisp of Six Ding Divine Fire strangely bypassed the Pupil Demon and went straight for the Power Demon who had broken through two realms.

The evil spirit, already possessing disordered yin energy, instantly turned bright red.

Yang He groaned, his internal balance disrupted.

The flesh writhed, and more than a dozen arms burst out of the body, their joints twisted like snakes, frantically pounding at the surroundings. One of the arms accidentally pierced through the three-legged cauldron in the lower dantian, and spiderweb-like cracks immediately appeared on the surface of the Yin Treasure.

"Again?!!"

Just as Yang He was about to make amends, the three-legged cauldron exploded!

The yin energy swept in, bringing about a second death and annihilation.

"Seventy-one days, as expected..."

Yang He stepped out of the Guantian Pavilion again, this time controlling his Golden Immortal aura with ease.

"If you can't even die, won't you be trapped in an endless loop?"

"wrong."

Yang He's anxiety lasted only half a breath before his expression returned to calm.

"Marshal Tianpeng's situation must be exactly the same. Every time he dies, there is another corpse in the outside world, and the despair keeps intensifying."

"It doesn't matter to me, I can be sure that time is passing anyway."

"If all else fails, just hold on until the havoc in Heaven ends."

Yang He likely fell into trouble after witnessing the body of Marshal Tianpeng, but it probably stemmed from the guest list at the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Banquet.

"I hope Yunxiao and the others are alright."

"Haa~~"

"So be it. I want to see how many ways there are to die, and what the point of this is."

(End of this chapter)