Mythology

Chapter 472 The Unacceptable Truth (Part 2)

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Yang He's laughter echoed. After transforming into three immortals, his size was comparable to that of ghosts and gods. His physical strength was increasing every second, and the endless sea of ​​Buddhas had also become part of the Yin energy.

It can be said that his current state is extremely close to that of a Primordial Golden Immortal!
Yang He understood that the deterrent effect of killing the Grand Master was sufficient; the ghosts and gods had already shown their intention to retreat, and the peaceful days in the mortal realm could last for at least another ten years.

but……

This is such a rare opportunity.

The demon, having traversed endless hell and suffered severe injuries, was now within a manageable range of power—wasn't he just a giant punching bag?!

Yang He wanted to see what was different about the supernatural powers in the ghost and god version!
boom! ! !
With the blessing of the Myriad Transformations Dojo, and his decisive action, he directly caused most of Naga's body to fall into the eighth level of hell.

Naga lay across two layers of hell, his scales and armor shattered.

Constantly suffering backlash, wanting to completely plunge into the eighth level of hell, but Yang He was prepared in advance, and the human-faced peaches in the Treasure Bone Mausoleum were released.

The peaches with human faces fell everywhere, working together with the ritual to firmly trap Naga!

"Ancient Immortal, you... have become enemies with us, and you will only face eternal damnation!!"

"Stupid!"

Yang He raised his middle finger, repeating the same few threatening words over and over again. It was really boring; a brutal massacre would be much more satisfying!
The corpse raised its arm upwards.

The sun sets in the palm of his hand, and the Six Ding Divine Fire surrounds his body.

The ghostly arm pierced his chest.

Between the five internal organs and six bowels, which are half-empty and half-full, an endless ocean of Buddhas is constantly contained.

The Buddha's arms are clasped together in prayer position.

Suddenly, bulges rose up on the ground, and numerous limbs grew out, binding Naga from various angles and slowly pulling him into the depths of the dojo.

Yang He is using the Myriad Transformations Daoist Temple to devour ghosts and gods.

His current state is extremely depleted, and even with the support of the entire dojo, he cannot maintain it for long, let alone transform into the Four Immortals.

puff.

Enraged, Naga wrapped its tail around Yang He's upper body.

Needles emerged from the gaps in the scales.

Yang He's flesh sizzled, the invisible toxins having already seeped into his internal organs.

"Just toxins? Isn't that even less effective than Lü Yue's in the Investiture of the Gods?"

"No, it's the rules that are influencing things."

Yang He's skin secreted mucus, and his limbs began to degenerate. His body and soul were moving closer to a snake form, while the small Buddhas summoned by the Buddha head died one after another, their corpses becoming a breeding ground for snakes.

Even more critically, he became hesitant when facing Naga.

How should I put it? It's like an innate fear.

Naga wore a mocking expression, enduring the excruciating pain of his body breaking apart. "The Serpent Mother is merciful, she pities all living beings, those with scales are protected, those without scales perish."

Yang He felt itchy all over, and scales covered ninety percent of his skin in just a few breaths.

"The Mother Serpent is merciful and loves the world. Those with scales prosper, while those without scales perish."

"All creatures with blood are scaled or shelled."

Upon hearing this, Yang He opened his mouth and spat out a dense mass of corpses, half-human and half-snake, entirely conceived from his own life force.

Furthermore, a few snake people survived and multiplied in the internal organs.

In a short time, the snake-men spread like a virus.

Yang He narrowed his eyes. The strength of this version of ghosts and gods lies in the fact that they are the embodiment of the Great Dao, and can alter the rules of heaven and earth to a certain extent.

Just like the Great Incense Master, all buried corpses can live to a second life.

Yang He was not discouraged by this. He stared intently at Naga, feeling that he was on the right path because he was also an incarnation of the Great Dao in the Myriad Transformations Dojo.

Naga's expression stiffened as he noticed that Yang He's three heads were all laughing.

"No, that's not right either. I am the Great Dao itself."

boom! ! !
Yang He's body and soul collapsed and scattered. The Corpse Immortal merged into the earth, the Ghost Immortal merged into the wind, and the Ancient Buddha merged into the water, completely turning into nothingness.

Or perhaps, Yang He is everywhere in the Wanhua Dojo.

The entire world seemed to come alive, the ground becoming a human skin covered in lividity, with twisted pores emerging from every fold.

The craters created by the previous fight were crawling with pulsating flesh and veins.

A cold wind swirled and howled past, and eyeballs appeared at the center of the vortex.

His eyes were fixed on Naga, his cold gaze almost tangible, as if it were about to burrow into his body through his mouth and nose and corrode his organs.

"Just who is he?!"

Just like the countless people who had died at Yang He's hands, Naga couldn't help but ask questions.

The temple had clearly ceased to exist three thousand years ago, and even sages could not control it, yet Yang He remained unaffected.

When body, soul, and Dao are perfectly integrated, they can be used as one!
Naga's serpentine pupils contracted violently, its jaws opened wide and it spat out a crimson flame that shot into the sky, causing everything within a thousand miles to hatch into serpent-men.

Just then, the originally dark sky suddenly cracked open, and a blood-red sun hung high in the sky.

Thick, golden raindrops poured down, each drop expanding rapidly upon landing to give rise to tiny Buddhas with fleshy beards.

The little Buddhas chanted the inverted scriptures in unison, like thousands of insects crawling.

Naga's tail was nothing but piles of white bones, and he felt deeply aggrieved. If he hadn't been stuck between two levels of hell, even if Yang He's dojo was perfect, he wouldn't have been able to act so recklessly.

The scales on its upper body began to fall off, revealing grayish-white fleshy buds.

The only thing Naga could be thankful for was that Yang He wasn't without his price; the area covered by the Myriad Transformations Dojo was shrinking, meaning it couldn't last much longer.

I will at most suffer severe injuries, but you will not have the strength to return to the mortal realm, and you will surely die.

Little did Naga know that Yang He shared the same thought.

For Yang He, if his condition is really bad, he might as well go to the world of the classics in his true form and fight a battle of attrition. He is invincible below the level of a saint!
"What...did you do?!" Naga roared, filled with resentment.

His response was a tearing apart from the inside out.

puff!

Thousands of grayish-white arms burst forth from Naga's body, each with a mouth full of sharp teeth split open in the palm.

The advantage that Naga thought he had gained vanished as his patience ran out.

The commotion within the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Arena escalated further.

Yang He was dealing with Naga while also keeping an eye on the spirits and deities like the Mother of the Womb, but they didn't interfere at all.

Mountains collapsed, and rivers that were turbulent just moments before now had countless limbs reaching out to grab the Naga. Groups of little Buddhas chanted sutras, their voices resounding throughout the heavens.

"kindness?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Yang He noticed the whispers of ghosts and spirits in the ninth level of hell.

The voices were inaudible, but based on the fluctuations in their spiritual vision, their malice seemed to have diminished significantly, and they had completely given up on descending to the mortal realm.

Naga's movements slowed, and he muttered, 'How dare they?'
boom! ! !
The long, narrow snake twisted and contorted, desperately trying to shrink back into the ninth level of hell.

Seeing this, Yang He chose to stop and looked up at the ghostly phantom. The seven figures stared silently at Naga, having already made their decision.

"you……"

Naga's face was pressed against the gap between the two layers of hell. "Our decision to descend to the mortal realm ahead of schedule was something we discussed together. You can't expect to stay out of it!"

Even if I die and my soul dissipates, the Pure Land and the Heavenly Court will know!

He kept talking, but the ghosts and spirits didn't react at all.

Yang He realized that the forces in the depths of Hell were more complex than he had imagined. The ghosts and gods had probably come secretly without the knowledge of the Blissful World and the Heavenly Court. Now that the Grand Master of Incense was dead, this matter would definitely be exposed.

Naga showed panic for the first time and fled without paying attention to Yang He.

“Naga, you are to blame for the death of the Great Master.”

After finishing speaking, the placental mother took a step forward. *Pfft!*

The mother of the amniotic sac opened her chest, and nine hundred and ninety-nine umbilical cords wove into a large net, which not only completely sealed off the ninth level of hell, but also tore apart the remaining third of Naga's body.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

Naga was in excruciating pain, and his life force was rapidly diminishing at a visible rate.

With a slight thought, more and more limbs emerged from the ground, grabbing Naga and pulling him deeper into the temple. Little Buddha also recklessly burrowed into the wound, devouring its flesh and bone marrow.

The Wanhua Daocheng Temple suffered significant damage, and even after digesting the Great Incense Master into nutrients, it still incurred losses.

If one also possesses half a ghost or god, the foundation for cultivating to become a Great Luo Golden Immortal can be laid.

The sounds of chewing continued incessantly.

The placenta mother did not conceal her aura. Using the half-serpent body of the ninth level of hell, she used strange supernatural powers to forcibly suppress Naga.

She looked around and stared at the six ghosts and gods.

While suppressing Naga, Yang He was also paying attention to the ninth level of hell, where the fourth Nuo flag was already showing signs of integration.

The Naga's incomplete body and soul were gradually eroded by the Myriad Transformations Dojo.

"Ancient Immortal!"

"If you let me go, I can grant you a great fortune..."

"All my elixirs and equipment from the past thousand years are somewhere in the twenty-fourth level of hell. I'm giving them all to you, please, spare me!!!"

Naga's voice trembled as she despairingly discovered that Yang He remained unmoved.

As mountains descended from the sky above the dojo, the Naga gradually sank into the mud, and no matter how unwilling they were, they had to accept their fate.

A large number of snake people died suddenly, and eventually the Naga were completely swallowed up by the dojo.

However, the dojo has already shrunk to a size of a thousand feet.

Yang He was no longer blessed by the Daoist temple, and his Immortal Transformation Technique ceased to function. He returned to his normal appearance and stood motionless on Naga's grave.

The Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and the Nuo flags on all sides appeared and disappeared.

This action is also a way of telling the spirits that he has not yet given his all.

"Um~~~"

The placenta mother breathed a sigh of relief, then threw the remaining snake body into the eighth level of hell, clearly expressing goodwill, but it was strangely inexplicable.

The other ghosts and spirits did not linger and quietly retreated into the depths of hell.

Only the placental mother remained.

"Yang He, let's talk."

The mother's voice was clear and melodious, quite different from the cries of the hundreds of babies that had been crying before, and even sounded somewhat familiar to Yang He.

"you know me?"

Yang He narrowed his eyes and unceremoniously took away the snake's body.

He suddenly realized what was happening, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. "You..."

The placenta mother's flesh slowly writhed, and the baby's head transformed into the face of a dignified woman, none other than Empress Jiang, whom they had not seen for a long time.

“Yang He, I have a disciple who was once your blood relative in one of your past lives.”

Yang He's pupils contracted slightly as he traversed a thousand meters into the air, staring intently at the placenta mother. "Disciple? Do you ghosts and gods consider eating human bodies and souls as taking on disciples?"

"Aren't you the same? Your thousand years of cultivation have vanished like a bubble."

The placenta mother seemed to sense Yang He's murderous intent and explained, "I cultivate the Path of Mother and Child. Jiang Wan is my disciple, and also my own being. We are one, cultivating the Great Dao together."

"This is fucking weird."

The Mother of the Platycodon said with a smile, "I am close to the Great Dao, and I die once every thousand years. The next Mother of the Platycodon will naturally be chosen from among my disciples."

"If I calculate the time, I'll have to die in seven more years."

Yang He discovered the uniqueness of the ghost and god cultivation system. The Great Incense Master cultivates through collective consciousness, the Naga should cultivate through bloodline derivation, and the Placental Mother is even more strange, whose soul dies but whose body does not perish.

He recalled his experience of contemplating the Heavenly Dao, whose branches, resembling a large tree, were covered with evil spirits, each representing a different Great Dao.

The placenta mother continued, "Jiang Wan is very compatible with the placenta mother and is very likely to inherit the physical body, and she also made the choice herself."

"They can only live for a thousand years."

The placenta mother said calmly, "Isn't a thousand years enough?"

Yang He could sense that the placenta mother wasn't lying, and shook his head helplessly.

Empress Jiang is in considerable trouble. Becoming the incarnation of the Nine Netherworld Maiden will certainly pose hidden dangers. Inheriting the placenta mother will at least allow her to live for another thousand years.

Moreover, the two were not close enough to interfere with each other's consciousness.

"Mother of the placenta, what did you mean by 'same kind'?"

Instead of answering directly, the mother of the placenta changed the subject, saying, "Yang He, could you give me a few mortal corpses?"

She looked at the Ten Absolutes City. There were indeed some corpses of ghosts in the city, which were taken into the Daoist temple because the main world could not handle them.

Yang He hesitated for a moment, and the corpse, enveloped by the five-colored divine light, disappeared into the ninth level of hell.

I want to see for myself what my connection is with ghosts and gods.

Hu Hu Hu.

Almost simultaneously, the placenta mother's breathing became rapid, and a hint of heat appeared on her usually calm face as she stuffed the corpse directly into her mouth.

Yang He initially couldn't help but mutter, "A demon is a demon; a leopard can't change its spots."

But soon all that remained was disbelief.

The amniotic sac mother's bizarre and inexplicable appearance has become somewhat restrained; to be precise, it has gradually taken on the rudiments of a human form from its original indescribable state.

Upon seeing this, Yang He immediately threw all the corpses into the ninth level of hell.

After the placenta mother ate it all, she became like a woman with long arms and legs, crawling on all fours. Even her eyes became much clearer, and she was no longer crazy.

"Yang He, the answer has been given to you. The choice is yours."

"I will find an opportunity to inform you when they descend to the mortal realm."

The placenta mother did not linger, but retreated and disappeared into the depths of hell.

"Yang He, we are the same kind of people~"

Yang He's expression was uncertain. He only left the eighth level of hell after the temple had stabilized. The devastated temple was now tinged with a few patches of green.

Before long, they had returned to the mortal realm.

As the sun sets, the capital city is bathed in a golden glow. The streets and alleys are bustling with activity, and wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys of every household, mingling with the aroma of smoky firewood and the rich flavor of stewed meat.

Yang He watched quietly, and before he knew it, three days had passed.

"Dry!!"

The answer from the placental mother is obvious.

No matter how unbelievable it seemed to Yang He, he had no choice but to believe it.

"All mortals in the main world are like Tang Sanzang's flesh, while those inhuman and ghostly beings in the deepest hell are the true descendants of mortals."

The placental mother can suppress the out-of-control situation by eating people, and she refers to mortals as two-legged sheep.

"Isn't Tang Sanzang's flesh just a mindless corpse?!"

"What happened during the Journey to the West calamity? How could Tang Sanzang's flesh come back to life? It's probably multiplied with the original mortals, and now everyone is Tang Sanzang's flesh!!"

However, the placenta mother was wrong about one thing.

Yang He is not an ancient immortal from three thousand years ago; his true form is the flesh of Tang Monk, a native of the land.

Even more so because of the Myriad Transformation Tree, over 80% of mortals possess Yang He's bloodline; if ghosts and gods were to trace their origins...

Isn't Yang He the same person as Jin Chanzi?
(End of this chapter)