Mythology

Chapter 473 The Mortal World... Has Been Transformed (Part 2)

Yang He felt increasingly that the Great Tribulation of Journey to the West was shrouded in mystery.

A sense of urgency arose in his heart; he knew he didn't have much time left.

"Fuck your fellow human beings, just be Jin Chanzi if you want."

If the spirits were to descend, they would discover that Yang He was not an ancient immortal at all, and the Mother of the Platycodon would not have been so lenient.

Once in the hands of ghosts and gods, it will be an endless cycle of suffering worse than death.

It was reduced to a human-shaped medicine.

Yang He secretly rejoiced that the Grand Master was dead. If the ghosts and gods were to peer into the memories of the Grand Master's disciples, they would easily be able to detect the clues.

"This world has gone mad. Even after I become an immortal, I am still at the bottom of the food chain."

He had considered abandoning the mortal realm and hiding in the depths of hell, since as long as he continued his cultivation, even becoming a saint was not impossible.

All mortals were placed into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, where even ghosts and gods would likely find it difficult to locate them.

but……

Yang He always felt that the ghosts and gods descending to the mortal world were not just for Tang Sanzang's flesh. What was the situation at the Guixu at the end of hell? His own permanent character was called a Dao Corpse, which must have another origin.

Everything is a mystery; hiding only leads to waiting to die in a corner of hell.

Yang He's gaze became resolute.

"I'll fucking try and see if I can rebuild the Little Heavenly Court in the main world. Hmm, if the Immaculate Buddha becomes one of the Seven Sages of Buddhism, maybe I can even rebuild a Little Thunderclap Temple..."

"Since we're all selling counterfeit goods, why don't we give it a shot?"

As Yang He pondered, he looked into the alley. A farmer was carrying a hen, and the man beside him sharpened a kitchen knife and then made a cut on the hen's neck.

Blood dripped into the porcelain bowl, and the child beside him gasped in horror.

In the world of legends, immortals and Buddhas herd mortals, but they still maintain a bottom line. No matter what, some mortals will eventually become immortals or Buddhas.

In the main world, no matter how much livestock cultivate, they are still livestock.

If they do not resist, they will surely die.

"As long as the separation between Yin and Yang exists, ghosts and gods cannot descend upon the mortal world on a large scale, so it will take at least several decades, hehe, that's enough."

With a thought, Yang He caused the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field to expand outward from himself.

The roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree quickly spread throughout the territory of Da Si, and also notified the people outside the Wang Lan area that they must relocate within ten days, and then hold a ceremony to worship heaven and earth.

During the ceremony, ordinary people must remain in towns and villages.

Wang Lan immediately complied. Now that the court was under Yang He's control, the news spread quickly, and no one even knew the details of the ceremony.

Yang He waited silently, digesting the two ghostly corpses in the meantime.

The severely damaged Daoist temple gradually recovered, and the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree continued to extend, bringing the entire Da Si territory under Yang He's divine sense.

The corpses of ghosts and spirits had only just begun to digest their flesh and blood.

"The gift from Mother of the Plaque is truly generous. Although it's a bit wasteful to use it to nourish the temple, it can at least increase the area by more than 30%."

Yang He closed his eyes to rest, his consciousness communicating with the Myriad Transformations Tree.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and soon the autumn harvest festivals began in various prefectures, towns and villages. The constables confirmed that all the people had participated.

The high priest looked nervous; such a large-scale sacrifice had no reason whatsoever.

In Qingshi Town.

The people crowded around the makeshift altar, where an old man dressed in a crimson robe and holding a bronze axe was loudly reciting a blessing.

As the sacrificial ceremony progressed, young boys and girls slowly ascended the altar, each carrying millet, sorghum, and rice.

Amidst the sounds of drums and music, the heads of the three animals were respectfully placed on the altar.

The people looked somewhat bewildered, after all, the sacrificial ceremony had come too hastily. It was supposed to be the autumn harvest, but it was only early autumn.

suddenly.

A drop of rain fell on the old man's forehead, and he couldn't help but look up.

The once clear night sky was suddenly shrouded in a light drizzle.

Autumn rain knows no boundaries; even grasslands that haven't seen rain for half a year are splashed with water, followed by a slight tremor in the ground.

"The earth dragon has turned over!!!"

It's unclear who shouted first, but the crowd became anxious and uneasy.

The constables tried their best to maintain order, but could only watch helplessly as the bronze cauldron on the altar tipped over, spilling the sacrificial wine onto the vermilion offering table.

The woman clung to the child and collapsed to the ground, while the men leaned futilely against the swaying wall.

Only then did everyone notice that Qing Shi Town was slowly moving, with the buildings all heading southwest as if they were growing limbs.

"Look at the ground!" someone screamed, pointing to the street.

Countless roots sprouted from the cracks in the stone pavement, entwining the foundations of the houses to prevent them from collapsing, as the rain intensified.

Following this, not only Qingshi Town, but all towns and villages began to move.

Even the mountains and rivers have changed to some extent.

Yang He watched quietly, his divine sense, enhanced by the Myriad Transformation Tree, covering the surrounding area, allowing him to accomplish unimaginable feats using its roots.

In his eyes, the Great Commander's territory was a microcosm of a sand table.

Towns and villages were scattered across the sand table like twinkling stars, and soon became orderly, causing Yang He's furrowed brows to relax.

“Any living being with intelligence will generate resentment.”

“If there is resentment, a living stake can be set up.”

Yang He sighed deeply. The moment the dramatic change stopped, the yin energy in the desolate wilderness began to converge towards the human settlement.

Five years ago, contact with yin energy would inevitably cause ordinary people to lose their yang energy.

But it’s different now.

More than 80% of mortals possess incomplete immortal bodies, instinctively inhaling and exhaling yin energy with each breath, and even unconsciously enhancing their cultivation.

If the cultivator actively absorbs it, the efficiency will be greatly improved.

"Ancestor."

Yang He stood above the capital city, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Lan approaching. "How is it? There shouldn't be any casualties among the people of Dasi?"

"No, but a large amount of fertile land has been abandoned as a result, so the impact is probably quite significant."

"It's alright, I will provide food. You should hurry up and clear the land. Once this year is over, it shouldn't affect your daily life."

Wang Lan's brows furrowed with worry, and he hesitated before asking, "Ancestor, is it the deeper level?"

He knew that Yang He had gone to the deepest hell alone, and the sudden change was likely related to what the latter had seen and heard.

Yang He glanced at Wang Lan and said with a half-smile, "The ghosts and gods plan to divide up the mortals and have promised to give me ten percent."

"Wang Lan, do you believe it?"

Wang Lan's face turned pale, but he quickly spoke up, "This disciple doesn't think the Ancestor will agree."

"Hehe." Yang He added, "Funerals will be restored in the future, but the bodies must be buried in the southwest corner outside towns and villages, head to the east and feet to the west, and those that are incomplete will be burned."

"Yes, old man."

The advantage of using a country as a burial site is that as long as corpses are continuously buried, the yin-gathering effect of the burial site will continue to increase.

Perhaps a few thousand years from now, the living pillars will be comparable to the Heavenly Court's grand formation.

Of course, Yang He couldn't wait a thousand years. Within fifty years, he would bring a group of immortals and Buddhas to the main world!
"Wang Lan, you've been in the Void Realm for several years now, haven't you?"

"My cultivation has stagnated." Wang Lan lowered his head slightly in shame. "However, this disciple is already quite old, and no longer seeks to become an immortal."

"Who can resist the path to immortality and enlightenment?"

As Yang He spoke, the phantom of the Myriad Transformation Tree appeared and disappeared behind him, and chaos suddenly broke out in the capital city, with many mortals falling to the ground, dizzy and disoriented.

Like a plague, it swept through the entire Grand Master.

"Ancestor, this is..."

"Survival of the fittest." Yang He no longer harbored any illusions. "Perhaps some people will have their lifespans shortened, but I have to do it."

Yang He had never understood why only 20% of mortals were left without immortal bodies, but now it seemed that they were probably not "Tang Monk's flesh" enough.

Their constitutions are more like those of ancient mortals. If left unchecked, chaos will surely ensue after the arrival of ghosts and gods, and they might even become collaborators. "This disciple will handle the aftermath."

"Wang Lan".

Yang He asked to himself, "For hundreds or thousands of years, it seems that the royal family has been living inside the body of the God of Literature, right?"

"Yes, they believe themselves to be descendants of immortals and Buddhas, and are unwilling to go to the mortal realm."

"Tell me a message: either come to the mortal realm, or... die."

Wang Lan trembled, then felt a surge of excitement.

When he was in control of the court, the royal family opposed him at every turn. If Yang He hadn't chosen to ignore the royal family, they would have already raised their swords.

"Ancestor, a prince of the royal family wishes to see you and will unconditionally support you..."

"not see."

Yang He really didn't want to waste his energy on the scheming and infighting of mortals, so he said, "Let's choose him. Let him be the new emperor of the Grand Court."

Just as Wang Lan was about to bow and take his leave, he suddenly felt the yin energy become disordered.

In the shallow layers of the endless hell, countless evil spirits wailed.

He looked up in disbelief and saw Yang He suddenly open his fiery eyes between his brows, the brilliant spiritual light piercing the sky like a sharp sword.

“This is…” Wang Lan stood there, dumbfounded.

The illusory image of the Myriad Transformations Tree solidified, its roots burrowing into the depths of the endless hell.

boom! ! !
Massive numbers of evil spirits died suddenly, filling Wang Lan with terror, as if an endless hell was about to descend upon the mortal realm, the source of which was clearly Yang He.

Immediately afterwards, the amount of yin energy in the mortal realm surged.

In just a short while, even Wang Lan felt the rich aroma.

"The Ancestor is plundering the Yin energy of Hell?!"

Wang Lan's legs went weak. Wouldn't this cause evil spirits to appear in the mortal world? The current level of yin energy is comparable to the fourth level of hell.

Yang He seemed to see through Wang Lan's thoughts, "The demons and monsters can't make a ripple. Next, the lineage of cultivation will be spread out through various channels, and ordinary people will also be able to access cultivation."

"Ancestor."

Wang Lan hesitated before asking, "Could it be... that things have deteriorated to this point?"

"What do you think?"

Yang He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. "Mortals are their food, and even I can't protect everyone."

Wang Lan stumbled back several steps and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ancestor, how much longer...how much longer do we have?"

"It could take a hundred years, or as little as twenty. Who knows? If they're willing to pay the price, you'll see it first thing tomorrow morning."

Wang Lan remained silent. According to the records passed down from a thousand years ago, the number of immortals and Buddhas worshipped by the Deep-Level Grand Master was countless.

Rumble.

The yin energy, almost tangible, came to the human world through the roots.

The world has been transformed!

Yang He also had his own selfish motives in doing this, as countless roots had already burrowed into the body of Old Master Bigan.

Since the corpses of ghosts and gods like Wenqu Xingjun are very likely to have been transformed from Taoist temples, they might be able to integrate into the Wanhua Tiandao Temple.

Refining a Celestial Court is really troublesome; even using all my connections, I could only manage to cobble together a Drunken Immortal Cave.

It's better to just pick up what's readily available.

"Speaking of which, Bigan should be in the Heavenly Court. Why haven't we seen him? This old man is no simple man either; he has a deep and shrewd mind."

Yang He turned to Wang Lan and said, "After you've finished dealing with the Grand Master's affairs, contact Yu Zheng and the others. They can cultivate with me together."

Before Wang Lan could react, Yang He had already disappeared.

"Farewell to my ancestor."

Wang Lan understood that the ancestor was preparing to bestow upon them immortality, so he dared not delay and immediately dealt with the mess caused by the change of heaven.

A month later, after all the work was done, the mortal world had barely returned to peace.

The imperial court began to intentionally allow gangs to spread their teachings openly and covertly. Now, forces are rising in towns and villages, while also supporting temples and Taoist monasteries to engage in worldly cultivation.

Simply put, it's about raising Gu (a type of insect) to encourage the birth of more cultivators.

I can sense that it won't be long before the mortal realm returns to the prosperity it enjoyed during the Investiture of the Gods.

Meanwhile, Yang He's seven disciples had arrived at the Wanhua Heavenly Dojo and were stunned as they looked at the towering Qianyuan Mountain.

The seven climbed up the winding mountain path, and with each step they took, they could sense subtle changes occurring in their immortal bodies.

Yin energy naturally circulates throughout the body.

Yu Zheng was walking at the front when he couldn't help but stop.

His slightly rough skin gradually became translucent, and one could vaguely see the spiritual light flowing through his meridians. In the blink of an eye, he broke through the bottleneck.

"Our ancestor is waiting for us." Wang Lan looked up at the cloud-shrouded mountain peak.

The group continued on their way and soon saw large fields of medicinal herbs halfway up the mountain.

The medicinal herbs picked were not ordinary plants, but rather He Shou Wu with human skin, Lingzhi with eyes, and ginseng children with hands all over their bodies playing in the fields, while the old farmers in the fields were all evil spirits.

The scene was strange and inexplicable, yet a captivating medicinal fragrance could be smelled.

Little did they know that all the spiritual herbs were left behind by the Twelve Golden Immortals, and a complete industrial chain had been formed in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

Everything was in preparation for rebuilding the Little Heavenly Court and Little Thunder Temple.

The seven arrived at the City of Ten Absolutes and witnessed firsthand the evil spirits, some dozens of feet tall, grinding grain, or a string of human heads transporting brewing materials.

They realized the terrifying power of their ancestors' legacy.

The mountain breeze blows.

The group was carried by the mountain wind in a daze, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the top of the mountain. The Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple came into view, and Yang He stood in front of the gate with his hands behind his back.

"Ancestor."

Healing respectfully presented a wooden box containing two mundane items.

One is volcanic rock, associated with the 'Fire-born Ghost' from the legend of the Flaming Mountains.

Secondly, there is the complete Investiture of the Gods.

Yang He took out the Investiture of the Gods. Although the item was covered in dust, it still faintly revealed the Daoist charm. It was originally a supreme innate treasure.

[Vulgar things: gods give birth to gods]

[Related Allusion: "Sealing Ghost Platform" - Consume 1 point of Spirit Vision to enter the allusion world?]

"Cancel."

Yang He put away the wooden box and, without saying a word, broke off seven branches of the Myriad Transformations Tree.

Once the tree branch was burned in the Bagua Furnace, it quickly revealed a precious light. It was already a low-grade Yin treasure, shimmering with five colors.

"I will teach you a method to integrate this substance into your spine."

"Thank you, ancestor!"

"Thank you, Immortal!"

Yang He instilled the teachings while speaking, and then ignored him.

"Let's put the main world's affairs aside for now. Let's put the two ghost and god corpses in the fictional world to digest slowly, otherwise it'll be a waste of time."

[Vulgarity: Born a Monk]

[Related Allusion: "The Holy Demon Monk" - Consume 1 Spirit Vision to enter the allusion world?]

"confirm."

He glanced at the ordinary characters, who were mostly scholars and hunters, and they didn't provide any useful information; the only thing they did was that the characters would come into contact with temples.

"Lü Dongbin has already arrived in Chang'an. Let's meet up first."

“Playing the role of [Corpse Celestial Lord].

(End of this chapter)