Mythology

Chapter 468 The Yellow Turban Army and the Little Demon of Chechi Kingdom (Part 2)

"Meow~~"

The black cat had finished its cultivation at some point and stood upright to the side, seemingly lost in thought.

Yang He was still hesitant about whether to finalize the image of the Immortal Lord, but according to the feedback from the three ghosts, they seemed to be quite satisfied with themselves.

The black cat reached out and pointed at the three ghosts, then at itself, clearly wanting to transform into human form as well.

"Hakimi, you should focus on your spiritual practice and stop thinking about things that don't belong to you all day long."

Without further hesitation, Yang He continued to sketch. Immediately, the Yin energy roared in the cave, and the three ghosts cooperated exceptionally well in actively reshaping the structure, greatly increasing the progress in a short time.

"If Daoist Master hadn't been seven hundred years younger in cultivation, he would probably already be a Hunyuan Golden Immortal. Hehe, his foundation is really too solid. After becoming an immortal, he will advance by leaps and bounds in a day."

This is not Yang He being arrogant. At least in the Golden Immortal realm, there has been no situation where cultivation has stagnated. In other words, the Three Ghosts as One Immortal Technique is indeed far superior to the previous version.

Yang He glanced disdainfully at the black cat; compared to it, the Five-Colored Divine Light was utterly incomparable.

Meow~~

The black cat continued to laugh foolishly, completely unaware that Yang He had already considered it a useless cat.

The cave fell silent once more.

As the three portraits became complete, the three immortal deities seemed about to emerge.

The Nuo Xiang ghost stretched its body, and the white bone whisk made a crisp clinking sound as it was lightly lifted; the eyes on the head of the Tong ghost all turned in unison, and the firelight kept flowing; the thousand hands behind the Shi ghost formed a mysterious mudra, and a faint mournful cry echoed.

Yang He chuckled, his fingertips flashing with magical hand gestures, and the yin energy permeated the paintings, causing the three portraits to gradually rise and their facial features to become more three-dimensional and vivid.

Click.

With a sharp cracking sound, the three demons suddenly collapsed.

Yang He opened his mouth and exhaled a burst of yang energy, which was then absorbed by the three ghosts. Unlike demonic energy, the yin energy was not mixed with yang energy, but there was a faint yang fire burning between the brows of the three ghosts.

The three bodies that were in a state of out-of-control disintegration then stabilized.

Yang He took a few pills and looked up to see three ghosts standing in the air.

The three ghosts, now dressed in Taoist robes, have completely stepped out of the painting.

It is indeed humanoid, but more like an indescribable being disguised as an immortal.

The head of the Pupil Demon has transformed into a star vortex composed of eyeballs, the Thousand Hands of the Power Demon rotate clockwise like a disc, and the three treasures of the Nuoxiang Demon have grown flesh and blood meridians.

At the same time, endless black energy extended from the thick robes of the three demons.

At first glance, the ends of the black mist appear to be composed of countless limbs.

"kindness."

Yang He felt that although the three ghosts were not as strange and inexplicable as the Three Pure Ones of the Investiture of the Gods, their styles were gradually converging, and their three auras were interconnected, vaguely forming a whole.

Buzz~~~
Yang He's ears stung terribly as the whispers of the three ghosts entered his head.

It was saying something like "Greetings, Your Excellency," but it was completely incomprehensible. Logically, after taking human form, it should be able to speak human language.

Buzz~~~~

Yang He bled from all seven orifices and quickly stopped the three ghosts from speaking further.

"Wait, let's stick to our usual way of communicating. We shouldn't stand on ceremony; we're all brothers..."

What indescribable immortal lord? He's probably speaking his native language from the subspace.

The three ghosts hung in mid-air, their bodies maintaining a delicate balance as they collapsed and coalesced.

Yang He placed the dot on his forehead, and the three ghosts transformed into three streams of black, blue, and white light that disappeared into his Niwan Palace. "The first tribulation, 'Transformation,' is complete."

It still requires a lot of hard work to solidify its form before it reaches perfection, but it's just a matter of time. I didn't expect the first tribulation to go so smoothly.

Yang He estimated that only twenty-three years had passed.

"One begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things."

He had an epiphany: the Three Pure Ones are three, the Three Buddhas of the Three Worlds are three, and the 'three' is probably the key to the derivation of the Great Dao and the root of the generation of all things.

"That's why the Immortal Transformation Technique has progressed so rapidly."

Yang He couldn't help but look at the black cat. Twenty-three years had passed, and the Five-Colored Divine Light still hadn't reached the Perfection of the Profound Immortal realm. He originally thought it was limited by the cultivation method, but now it seemed that it was necessary to have one main and two auxiliary supernatural powers.

"Indeed, the Five-Colored Divine Light also has certain drawbacks."

"It can only target things of the five elements. No matter how powerful the supernatural ability is, it still has limitations."

Yang He scanned the lineages of the Daoist traditions collected at the Wanhua Daoist Temple, which contained a great deal of Buddhist teachings. The Buddha Sikki and Ksitigarbha contributed many related memories after their deaths, which he gradually unearthed.

Believe it or not, there really is a technique inside that's suitable for the Five-Colored Divine Light.

It is named 'The Radiant Light of Nirvana'.

Its supernatural powers are certainly far inferior to the Five-Colored Divine Light, but its characteristics are similar. However, the Nirvana Treasure Light is designed for inanimate objects, and it is said that when cultivated to its full potential, it can annihilate all inanimate objects.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva categorized the Nirvana Light as a minor thousand supernatural powers.

The great myriad supernatural powers are infinitely varied, while the lesser myriad supernatural powers cannot form a coherent whole.

Yang He felt that the Nirvana Treasure Light was very suitable for the Five-Colored Divine Light. With the two combined, the Five-Colored Divine Light could target a great number of enemies, and no evil spirit could escape its power.

"The practice of Nirvana Precious Light has always been abstract in Buddhism."

To begin, one needs to take inanimate objects such as pig iron blocks, ancient pottery shards, and unsharpened blunt knives, offer them before oneself, and observe their nature of being 'neither born nor dying'.

During the mortal stage, one must constantly change the inanimate objects one contemplates.

One must go through at least 47,000 kinds of things to cultivate a wisp of Nirvana Light, thereby stepping into the realm of Celestial Beings (True Immortals). Next, one will gradually become neither alive nor dead, and must contemplate 530,000 inanimate objects to reach the level of Arhat (Mysterious Immortal).

Those who have attained Arhatship or higher no longer need to continue visualization, as their flesh and bones are no longer alive or dead; they can continue their practice simply by looking inward at themselves.

The upper limit of the Nirvana Treasure Light is Buddha (Great Golden Immortal).

However, as a minor supernatural power, even if one cultivates it to perfection, one cannot attain Buddhahood. In the Pure Land, one would be considered a lower-level Buddha.

Yang He frowned; this thing was not something humans could cultivate.

During this period, one must not move even half a step, hence this method is also known as the "Breaking Vessel King's Practice Method".

"Actually."

Yang He's brows relaxed. "At my level as a Golden Immortal, I no longer need to personally cultivate the Nirvana Treasure Light, nor do I need to be distracted too much."

With a thought, he communicated with the severed limb that had been left outside.

Jiang Qi's experiences over the past twenty-three years flooded his mind.

After wandering the world alone for seven or eight years, the young boy noticed that whenever a severed limb was offered as a sacrifice, demons and evil spirits would rush to give way.

Jiang Qi was clever enough not to expose his severed limbs, but instead used his medical skills to curry favor with the feudal lords.

After gaining the trust of the feudal lords, he found an opportunity to tell them about the severed limbs, falsely claiming that they were the remains of his ancestor, Jiang Ziya.

Yang He's expression was strange, but he quickly understood the relationship between the barefoot doctor and Jiang Ziya.

For a century after the Investiture of the Gods ceremony ended, Jiang Ziya traveled around trying to save the common people. At first, he took in many disciples and taught them Taoist arts, but he found that talent was ultimately one in ten thousand.

Jiang Ziya traveled barefoot across mountains and rivers, teaching ordinary people medical skills.

Yang He sighed deeply. No wonder the barefoot doctors in the mortal world today are not only skilled in medicine, but also know the habits of demons and evil spirits.

To repay Jiang Ziya, his disciples and descendants all willingly changed their surname to Jiang.

In chaotic times, he practiced the principle of "a doctor goes barefoot".

"After passing on his medical skills, Uncle Jiang probably didn't die of old age, right?"

"Logically speaking, even if one's aptitude is low and it is difficult to become an immortal, Uncle Jiang should have no problem extending his life by four or five hundred years. I don't know if he is still traveling in the mortal world."

Yang He does not possess Jiang Ziya's talisman, and cannot be contacted through the magic seal.

Otherwise, I wouldn't mind giving you a few human-faced peaches.

Yang He shook his head helplessly. At least 90% of the talismans obtained from the Investiture of the Gods calamity had disappeared, and most people would ultimately not be able to escape unscathed.

He closed his eyes and communicated with the remaining limbs, his consciousness spanning thousands of miles.

The severed limbs were enshrined in the ancestral hall of the feudal lords, heavily guarded, and the memorial tablet was inscribed with Jiang Ziya's life story and his title as the Sage of Medicine.

Jiang Qi comes to pay his respects from time to time; he is over forty years old.

Dressed in luxurious clothes, she was once a concubine of a nobleman, and now she has children of her own. The childishness in her eyes has long since disappeared.

"Earth God".

Jiang Qi knelt before the memorial tablet, tears streaming down his face.

"Before the Earth God, I have returned many times, hoping to find the remains of the immortals, but the earth has collapsed and the cave has long since vanished without a trace."

"Where should the Han Dynasty go from here?"

Jiang Qi continued his narration, explaining that the Han Dynasty court was extremely corrupt and exploited the people, natural disasters were frequent, with droughts, locust plagues, and floods occurring almost every year, and the number of demons and evil spirits had increased dramatically.

Even with the protection of severed limbs, mortals are still vulnerable in the face of disaster.

"Lord Earth God, what should I do?"

"The feudal lords have already caused chaos, and the common people are becoming increasingly weak in front of their lords. They cannot even open the granaries to distribute grain, and can only watch helplessly as the people starve and die of disease. Earth God, Jiang Sheng taught us to walk the world barefoot in order to provide relief."

“But, but…” Jiang Qi banged his head on the ground, “But I am trapped here, and my children are all heartless bastards.”

He wept uncontrollably, but quickly rallied.

Jiang Qi took out a small knife and cut off the excess white hair, tied it up behind his head with a yellow cloth, then bowed respectfully and removed the severed limb.

"Lord Earth God, I have offended you greatly."

"The head of the household has always refused to trust the local earth god of unknown origin, and also worships many temples. I dare to take you to seek refuge elsewhere."

As Jiang Qi spoke, his breathing quickened, and he couldn't help but add, "In Jizhou, there was a Taoist priest whose original name was Zhang Jiao. It is said that he once received teachings from the Sage Jiang, and later changed his name to Jiang Jiao. He founded the Way of Great Peace to serve the people."

"I intend to take you to the Way of Peace, otherwise you will not be able to survive in this chaotic world by relying solely on the local earth god they worship."

Yang He's eye twitched. It was Zhang Jiao and the Way of Peace again. It seemed that the Yellow Turban Rebellion was imminent, but it had little to do with him.

He didn't have time to participate; he simply urged his remaining limbs to absorb the yin energy from the outside world.

"Earth God!!"

Jiang Qi's eyes widened as he noticed granulation tissue sprouting from the severed limb.

He was invigorated and, under Yang He's influence, he vaguely sensed something and comprehended a very rudimentary method of cultivation.

The Dharma also records that a large number of offerings for the Nirvana Light can be placed in the palm of the severed limb.

"Thank you, Earth God. Thank you, Earth God."

Yang He hesitated for a few breaths, then, seeing that Jiang Qi was also his junior, he used a wisp of the medicinal power of the Human-Faced Peach to extend Jiang Qi's lifespan by a hundred years.

In just a few breaths, Jiang Qi transformed back into his youthful appearance, filled with joy and surprise. Then, gritting his teeth, he disguised himself as a guard and headed towards Jizhou with the severed limbs.

Yang He withdrew his consciousness. The threshold for cultivating the Nirvana Treasure Light was not high, but there was no shortcut.

Fortunately, recreating a corpse is not difficult. We can rely on the offerings from mortals to see how long it takes to complete the process. There's no need to be too impatient.

To advance to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, one must rely on the Immortal Ascension Method; let's postpone the Five-Colored Divine Light for now.

Thinking of this, Yang He closed his eyes and began to cultivate, while at the same time he began to peruse the immortal court methods that Yunxiao and the others had found.

Years are like a shuttle.

Yang He could feel his progress in all aspects.

Three years later, he selected a Celestial Court technique from the Drunken Immortal Cave.

Drunken Immortal Cave is a celestial court dedicated to brewing wine, which can replace elixirs as a resource for daily cultivation. Moreover, brewing wine is much simpler than refining elixirs, so there is no need to specially train a group of disciples.

Those who have attained enlightenment at the Wanhua Daochang (Myriad Transformations Taoist Temple) are capable of fulfilling this role.

"Immortals and gods enjoy drinking, and the quality of the wine from the Drunken Immortal Cave is indeed excellent. As a supplementary resource for production, the Immortal Court is truly top-notch."

"If it weren't for a version update, this treasured Celestial Court would never have been leaked."

Yang He summoned the medicine well and threw all sorts of yin objects into the Eight Trigrams Furnace. He had initially thought that refining them in the Celestial Court would be difficult, but now that he had a primordial treasure, the spirituality of the Eight Trigrams Furnace was more than enough.

He didn't pay attention until twelve years later when he had completed his transformation and remembered the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

As soon as the furnace was turned on, steam rose up.

A miniature valley came into view, containing dozens of caves, and the aroma of various wines filled the air. The Celestial Court then landed within the Ten Absolutes City.

[Should a permanent character, "Drunken Immortal Cave," be created?]

"determine."

[The permanent characters <Myriad Transformations Dojo> and <Drunken Immortal Cave> are compatible and meet the fusion requirements. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

"Confirm the integration."

The temple grounds trembled instantly, and the Myriad Transformation Tree grew even more lush and verdant.

Yang He has one more spot left as a permanent character, but he doesn't particularly value the Celestial Court Law. In any case, he can hold out against the erosion of the Ruins for the time being.

"Speaking of Jiang Qi, where is he?"

He glanced at the corpses and discovered that the Yellow Turban army had already taken shape.

Jiang Qi rose to become the second-in-command of the Way of Peace, claiming to be a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect. His internal power was now comparable to that of Zhang Jiao.

The corpse was intact, condensing a faint, ethereal light of annihilation.

Due to natural disasters and man-made calamities, the Yellow Turban Rebellion had already taken shape, but it had not yet truly clashed with the Han Dynasty.

"The Yellow Turban Army also had its disagreements. Zhang Jiao wanted to establish a new Yellow Heaven, while Jiang Qi wanted to save the common people."

"The fate of the Han Dynasty is not yet over; the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty is still a long way off."

"However, the tripartite division of the Three Kingdoms is unlikely to happen. There is no trace of Cao Cao at all, and even the Han imperial family does not have the surname Liu."

Yang He completely lost interest, like a hibernating beast waking up midway through its hibernation, and quickly returned to seclusion, absorbing and exhaling yin energy day and night.

In the sixtieth year of his seclusion, he successfully transcended the transformation.

Arriving at my natal chart.

Yang He still couldn't feel any bottleneck. The transformation of the Immortal Transformation Technique into his innate divine power was without any hindrance. The three ghosts did not resist, and his body and soul did not reject it. It just required a lot of energy.

The mortal world has also entered a chaotic era. Although the Way of Peace has split into two, each has considerable appeal, like a giant wave sweeping across the Central Plains.

The uprisings by various warlords clearly indicate a trend that can only occur with the change of dynasties.

In times of chaos, corpses cannot be disposed of, and demons and evil spirits begin to increase dramatically. Even in the desolate mountain where Yang He was in seclusion, there were still some lesser demons with shallow cultivation who had taken over the mountain as kings.

"It won't amount to anything."

Yang He noticed that the mountaintop was a sheep demon, simply because he discovered that the area was filled with yin energy.

However, the desolate mountains are rarely visited by humans. If demons do not eat people, it means that their supernatural powers will never change. They can only rely on their own foolish intelligence to comprehend them. Even if their lifespan is exhausted, they will still be minor demons.

"If it doesn't harm anyone, then we won't interfere."

"To avoid any immortals or Buddhas noticing that I am in seclusion."

Yang He was surrounded by a deep, boundless abyss of Yin energy. The three streams of light—black, blue, and white—formed from the three ghosts intertwined and swirled within his Niwan Palace, gradually condensing into a mysterious and profound divine aura.

At first glance, the divine power of the rhyme scheme appears to be composed of countless fragmented characters pieced together.

It goes on and on, never settling on a fixed form.

To establish one's destiny, one's divine abilities and spiritual rhythms must be stabilized for at least a hundred years. The power of the Immortal Transformation Technique will also increase by 30%, greatly reducing the burden on the body and soul.

Yang He dozed off again, and the hundredth year of his seclusion arrived.

His cultivation progress was slow, but the Three-Legged Cauldron showed signs of advancing to the level of a post-natal supreme treasure, causing his aura to become disordered, so he had to temporarily suspend his seclusion.

Yang He rose and communicated with the corpse; the chaos had been quelled.

The Yellow Turban Army in the fictional world was more resilient than imagined, perhaps because evil spirits were in power and mortals did indeed have greater reverence for cultivators.

History is completely wrong; the Sui Dynasty was originally in power.

The current dynasty is 'Yue'.

The Yellow Turban Army had already survived to the final rounds, and Zhang Jiao and Jiang Qi had united to occupy half of the country, but then inexplicably they started fighting amongst themselves again.

Having witnessed the end of the chaos, Jiang Qi has retired to the mountains to cultivate his spiritual practice.

The body was enshrined in the Dai Viet royal court, and there was no shortage of offerings.

The name changed.

No longer believing it to be Jiang Ziya's remains, the Great Yue Imperial Court publicly declared it to be the corpse of the Supreme Daoist, destined by Heaven and capable of suppressing all demons and evil spirits.

"There's something fishy."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, certain that the Yellow Turban Army's defeat was orchestrated by immortals and Buddhas.

The Yellow Turban Army was based on mortals, which ultimately did not conform to the ideals of immortals and Buddhas, especially the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, which had probably already secretly been infiltrating the human world.

The reason they were able to hold out until the final round was probably because of Yang He's body.

Regardless of anything else, Yang He was the one who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, and he also seized the body of the Buddha and the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha. Even if his cultivation level was only Golden Immortal, Great Luo Golden Immortals would have to think twice.

"Perfectly cooked!!"

"rise!!!"

Yang He held the three-legged cauldron in his palm. The cauldron trembled slightly, and the mottled rust on its surface began to crack and peel off, scattering its precious light.

With a crisp crack, the three tightly closed vertical eyes on the cauldron suddenly opened.

His eyes darted around, revealing a human-like ecstasy.

Kaba Kaba.

The three eyes blinked excitedly, and the cauldron expanded uncontrollably.

Before Yang He could react, the three-legged cauldron had already transformed into a hundred-meter-tall behemoth, crashing heavily onto the ground. Instantly, the earth's veins began to shake violently, the entire cave trembled, and a huge crack appeared in the top.

He quickly retrieved the three-legged cauldron and placed it back in his lower dantian.

Yang He nodded in satisfaction, examining the somewhat dim treasure barrier of the three-legged cauldron. Compared to the innate treasure barrier, it clearly lacked that spiritual energy.

"Why not move to another location? Going back and forth like this is causing too much trouble."

Meow~~~
The blinding sunlight pierced through the darkness, illuminating Yang He's bewildered face.

He looked up and saw a sheep's head peering down from the crack in the cave ceiling; it was the sheep demon who ruled the mountain.

"Huh?!" The sheep demon's eyes widened as it met Yang He's gaze.

Immediately afterwards, two more heads came in from the side.

One is a tiger demon, and the other is a deer demon.

The three demons looked like humanoid beasts, seemingly never having eaten humans, and each wore a tattered Taoist robe.

"The Three Demons of Chechi Kingdom?"

Yang He chuckled as he diligently dealt with the monk and the three demons of Chechi Kingdom.

Tiger Power Immortal, Sheep Power Immortal, Deer Power Immortal.

(End of this chapter)