Mythology

Chapter 490 The First Step of the Great Tribulation: The Three Realms Will No Longer Reincarnate
Akshobhya Buddha still remembers dying at the hands of Sun Wukong, and his resentment is as real as a physical thing.

He didn't believe that Sun Wukong's deliberate seclusion under Five Finger Mountain was necessarily related to Yang He, as this man was cunning and must have made arrangements before going into seclusion.

"Fortunately, there is still a regret, and through the baptism of the Yellow Springs in the underworld, one can return to the Pure Land."

Akshobhya Buddha could feel himself sinking continuously, surrounded by boundless darkness and deathly silence, where the passage of time seemed meaningless.

"Something's not right. The Underworld should be filled with souls, so why is it completely silent?"

"Moreover, as long as I still have any lingering resentment, I can be received by the Eight Treasures Merit Pool. Why have I never been able to have even a slight connection with the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?"

"Amitabha……"

Akshobhya Buddha chanted in a low voice, but even he himself could not hear it.

At first he was able to remain calm, but he soon realized something was wrong. He heard a rustling murmur in his ear, and his last remaining willpower began to spiral out of control.

Why was there no welcoming light from the Buddha?

Why is there no sign of the underworld offering salvation?

"Could it be... that the underworld has fallen! The Void has descended?!"

Akshobhya Buddha's thoughts suddenly stopped. He realized that his lingering thoughts might have led him astray into the Void. His most urgent task was to tell Maitreya Buddha that only a saint could save him.

"Akshobhya Buddha."

Akshobhya Buddha was startled when he heard someone calling his name.

He discovered a blurry outline wriggling in the Ruins of Guixu. As he looked closer, the outline gradually became clearer, resembling an indescribable corpse.

The corpse was dressed in tattered Buddhist robes, its skin cracked like dry tree bark, and most chillingly, it had three thousand heads.

Every head is Akshobhya Buddha.

Some had their eyes closed peacefully, some were contorted and grotesque, some were laughing maniacally, and some were wailing in despair...

Three thousand faces, three thousand expressions, yet they are all myself.

"What...what is this?!"

Akshobhya Buddha's lingering resentment trembled violently, fear overwhelmed his reason, and he wanted to escape, but he was trapped deep in the Ruins of Return and could not even move.

The corpse suddenly opened three thousand pairs of eyes.

"No...no!!"

Akshobhya Buddha's lingering resentment struggled wildly, "How could the three poisons that the Sage removed from his disciple still be alive? How could they still be alive?!"

Before the words were finished, a huge gash split open in the corpse's chest, and countless pale arms reached out, grabbing Akshobhya Buddha's lingering spirit and dragging it toward the gash.

The ruins returned to silence.

Immediately afterwards, a ceaseless rushing sound arose as the Yellow Springs, polluted by the aura of the Void, swept in, carrying away Akshobhya Buddha's corpse.

If the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha were present, he would surely recognize it.

Akshobhya Buddha has been successfully reincarnated, and there are other figures mixed in with him in the underworld, such as the white elephant, the mount of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and the blue lion, the mount of Manjushri Bodhisattva.

Of course, it's hard to say whether the reincarnation was of Akshobhya Buddha or the corpse itself.

.........

at the same time.

Yang He looked surprised and uncertain. His growing spiritual vision was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins and was out of control. It was clear that the scale of this great calamity was more terrifying than he had imagined.

"The Great Tribulation has begun, and the number of spiritual visions will likely soon exceed one billion."

Yang He squinted, initially not understanding the origin of the Journey to the West's Great Calamity.

However, as the Nuo Xiang ghost was activated, the Ghost True Lord noticed something amiss.

The Nine Turns of the Yellow Springs, which are connected to the underworld, will occasionally guide remnant souls to flow into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. Once the underworld changes, it will be reflected in the Nine Turns of the Yellow Springs.

Yang He communicated with the Ghost True Lord, and the frequency of his spiritual vision growth began to fluctuate.

As it turns out, the beginning of the Journey to the West calamity originated from the underworld. To be precise, the underworld, which had previously been eroded by the Ruins of Return, may have already fallen.

"Reincarnation... once it collapses, who knows what changes will occur?"

"Mortals cannot reincarnate, which is not really a problem. They can live just as well in the main world. It's just that their souls need a long time to completely dissipate after death."

"What about immortals and Buddhas? They don't have reincarnation, what happens to them after they die?"

Yang He's face was gloomy. It seemed that Journey to the West had completely deviated from expectations, while Investiture of the Gods could still be considered to be within the scope of the original work.

While pondering, aging vanished, and the body and soul returned to their prime.

The moment he survived the calamity, his body once again radiated the aura of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, but it was mixed with a trace of the Daoist charm of the Myriad Transformations Tree. It can be said that Yang He is now gradually shedding his current status as a member of the Heavenly Dao.

The "three calamities and six difficulties" are essentially the process of closing an account.

“Cultivation cannot be neglected. Only a Primordial Golden Immortal can guarantee self-preservation. We must find an opportunity to occupy this position as a Buddhist saint, damn it.”

Yang He cursed under his breath, then noticed something unusual outside the Flowing Sand River.

"My disciple has arrived."

Yang He looked up towards the outside of the Flowing Sand River, where three streams of demonic energy soared into the sky, desperately trying to block an even more powerful demonic energy. All four of his disciples were there.

Sun Wukong once hid in Guixu, and couldn't help but feel a sudden urge.

He no longer had the patience to wait and wanted to force his way through the Liusha River to find out about Yang He's situation. "I, Old Sun, won't disturb him. I'll just take a closer look!"

"Senior Brother, Master has explicitly instructed us not to set foot in the Flowing Sand River."

Yang Li pleaded desperately with Sun Wukong, while Lu Li and Hu Li sneered from the sidelines. Their own senior brother wished he could summon the Golden Cudgel to stir up the Flowing Sand River.

"Ouch."

Sun Wukong picked at his ear and said, "Where did you all learn such temperaments? You all look like shabby Taoist priests. If you weren't my fellow disciples, I would have already used my golden cudgel on you."

Yang Li was speechless. The three demons were all ordinary wild beasts in human form, unlike Sun Wukong. If they did not adhere to the Daoist principles, they would eventually go astray and become possessed by evil.

suddenly.

Sun Wukong's fiery eyes flashed, and he looked into the depths of the Flowing Sand River.

A series of mournful cries came from the bottom of the river. A flesh-and-blood peach tree made of countless limbs stretched out its roots, and ten heads on its branches opened their eyes at the same time.

The sharp shockwave caused a sandstorm to rise from the river surface, sweeping towards the four demons.

"What a wicked beast! I, Old Sun, knew that some demon was plotting against Master!"

Sun Wukong drew his golden cudgel, about to strike at the dense roots.

"Senior brother, Master is here, don't be reckless."

Tiger Force quickly grabbed Sun Wukong, and the four demons noticed that Yang He had appeared on the shore at some point.

Behind Yang He were tangled flesh and blood roots, and Sha Wujing's resentment soared to the sky, unleashing all the pent-up anger accumulated over hundreds of years.

He didn't pay attention, but instead looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, the blazing sun that should have been high in the sky now appeared to have many irregular fleshy buds sprouting from its edges in the eyes of the spiritual vision, as if it had come to life.

Even a pair of compassionate eyes vaguely appear, looking down upon the world with pity.

The emitted light, tinged with a sweet, fishy smell, continuously spilled across the world.

Yang He had seen a similar scene before, in the sixth level of hell in the main world, where ten flesh-and-blood suns hung in the sky, and all the corruption in the world came from the light.

The world of historical fiction is currently about 1,700 years away from the timeline of the main world. However, the collapse of the Heavenly Dao is already taking shape.

Yang Li watched as Sha Wujing formed a dojo around the Flowing Sand River and said worriedly, "Master, be careful!"

He was extremely anxious, but Sun Wukong, who had just been shouting and fighting, put away his golden cudgel and sat on a cloud with an expression that his master could not possibly be in danger.

Sha Wujing's aura intensified, and the Flowing Sand River had become isolated from the outside world, proving that the Daoist temple was almost complete, and even a Great Luo Golden Immortal could fall into it.

"Master!!"

Yang He stood with his hands behind his back, and glanced at Sha Wujing when he came to his senses.

[Should a permanent character, "Curtain Demon," be generated?]

"determine."

In the instant that it was confirmed, the demonic aura of the Flowing Sand River suddenly subsided. That's right, just a moment ago it was surging with waves, and the next moment all flesh and roots had vanished.

[The Curtain-Rolling Demon: According to legend, you were the Curtain-Rolling General of the Lingxiao Palace. Later, after the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West withdrew from worldly affairs, you served under the Ten Generals until you accidentally ate a peach from the Peach Tree and fell into demonhood. You hid in the Flowing Sand River in the human world, barely retaining your consciousness, and called yourself Yang He.]

[The permanent characters <Chime Boy> and <Curtain Demon> are compatible and meet the fusion requirements. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

[The permanent characters <Namo Immaculate Ancient Buddha> and <Curtain-Rolling Demon> are compatible and meet the fusion requirements. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

"Integrate into the chime-beating boy."

As Yang He confirmed, the Liusha River solidified, the rising yellow sand stopped in mid-air, and the turbid river water seemed to have been paused by an invisible hand.

Click.

The trunk of the flesh-and-blood peach tree cracked open, and thick blood seeped out from the cracks. One by one, the heads hanging on the branches withered and turned into ashes.

Under the watchful eyes of the four demons, he used his arms to pry open the crack in the tree trunk.

With a forceful tear, the fleshy peach tree was ripped in two, and a burly man, nine feet tall, stepped out.

His bare upper body was covered with ravenous scars, and around his neck was a necklace made of nine shrunken human skulls, with veins faintly visible and resembling roots.

Yang He gave Sha Wujing a little guidance, and the latter walked blankly to the shore and remained motionless.

"There is also an additional dowry."

[The permanent characters <Wanhua Tiandaochang> and <Liushahe> are compatible and meet the fusion requirements. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

Yang He raised an eyebrow. It was the first time he had created a permanent character that he could even steal away the dojo.

This way, you're guaranteed to make a profit.

"determine."

The flowing sand river then came to a standstill.

Yang He opened his mouth and swallowed the flowing sand river that stretched for thousands of miles, instantly creating a vast and boundless desert within the training grounds.

The desert is constantly shifting, and soon a unique ecosystem forms.

Haha, the immortals and Buddhas who planted trees in Liusha River must be spitting blood and dying.

Yang He took everything, leaving nothing for the other party.

"Master."

"I've met the master!"

The four demons bowed respectfully, while curiously observing Sha Wujing.

Sha Wujing did not react at all. It was already difficult for him to exist independently as an incarnation. He was almost only left with the instincts of eating, drinking and defecating. He had no trace of the ferocity he had shown before.

"Wukong, where is Tang Sanzang?"

“Tang Sanzang? Oh right, that monk.” Sun Wukong curled his lip in disdain. “He insisted on walking, so I had that wild boar demon accompany him to the Flowing Sand River.”

Yang He's eye twitched. Pigsy wasn't dead either. It seemed the four members of the pilgrimage group would have to reunite.

"Senior Brother, Tang Sanzang can help increase one's cultivation, and his flesh and bones are a great tonic. Aren't you afraid that the pig demon will eat Tang Sanzang?" Lu Li couldn't help but ask.

"how could be."

Sun Wukong said nonchalantly, "I don't know what nonsense the monk was spouting, but that wild boar demon's dojo has been renovated into a temple, and all five thousand six hundred incarnations have become the monk's disciples, the two of them chanting sutras all the way..."

He waved his hand dismissively, which made the three demons chuckle.

Yang He was surprised that his previous arrangements had worked so well, and that the immortals and Buddhas did not seem to have any further designs on Tang Sanzang, otherwise it would have been impossible for Zhu Bajie to protect him.

"Therefore, there is a high probability that the upper boundary has changed."

“A great calamity is a great calamity, and in the end no one can escape it, especially those immortals and Buddhas. Whether they like it or not, they will be the first to suffer.”

Yang He glanced at his four disciples, pondered for a moment, and said, "I'm informing you in advance that a great calamity sweeping across the Three Realms has begun. What are your plans?"

Sun Wukong scratched his cheek and twirled his golden cudgel on his shoulder: "Let's travel and cultivate together with the monks. Who cares about any calamities? Let's find a chance to demolish that old Buddha's Thunderclap Temple first!"

The three demons looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing this.

Hu Li stepped forward and said respectfully, "Master, the three of us brothers are still inexperienced in cultivation and would like to go to the East Sea to find a cave for seclusion."

"Bullshit!" Sun Wukong suddenly interrupted, his eyes wide open. "You three cowards! It's so much more enjoyable to travel west with me, Old Sun. Fighting and killing will make your cultivation level increase faster!"

Yang Li bowed with a wry smile: "Senior Brother, we are not as good as you. If we do not stabilize our Dao hearts, we may really become man-eating demons."

Yang He raised his hand to stop the argument: "Whether it's overseas or westward, it's fine."

He glanced at the three demons and said, "If you encounter any danger, you can always reunite with your eldest brother."

Yang He didn't think the three demons could escape the great calamity. No one in the Three Realms could escape it. He could only say that the fate of the three demons was definitely much better than in the original work.

He pulled over Sha Wujing, who was standing there dumbfounded.

Sha Wujing had already concealed his aura, and the nine skull necklaces had transformed into ordinary Buddhist prayer beads.

"Wukong, take this demon with you." Yang He handed Sha Wujing to Sun Wukong. "He has been enlightened by me and will not share the medicinal power of Tang Sanzang. Moreover, I can sense your location at any time, just in case."

Without hesitation, Sun Wukong put his arm around Sha Wujing's shoulder and said, "No problem! Disciple needs someone to carry the luggage!"

Sha Wujing nodded blankly, uttering a muffled "hmm" from his throat.

Yang He looked at the sun again. The sun, which had originally developed facial features, had returned to normal. It was probably a celestial phenomenon suppressed by the sage.

“Disciples, if you see ten suns in the sky, immediately flee into the Void.”

Yang He gave each of them a branch of the Myriad Transformations Tree. With the protection of their own Heavenly Dao, they could stay in the shallow Ruins for a hundred years without any major problems.

The three demons trembled, and even Sun Wukong stopped laughing.

They all knelt down and bowed, saying, "We will obey our master's orders!"

Yang He dared not be negligent. He estimated that the story would end after Tang Seng arrived, so he gave him some advice and left the Liusha River. In a few flashes, he had already traveled hundreds of miles.

He could sense that the second calamity, 'drowning,' was about to arrive, and his memories became somewhat hazy.

Because of the lack of worldly possessions, he had to return to the main world. He dared not wait for the drowning to fully erupt before directly severing the Corpse Celestial Venerable's life force.

[Your character, "Tai Xu Xun Jie Shi Hai Tian Zun," has died, ending your role in this story.]

"After surviving three or six calamities, it will be at least twenty or thirty years before we meet again."

"I hope Wukong can help me complete a few more stories. Well, it shouldn't be a big problem. After all, it's a fully equipped pilgrimage team. Even Sha Wujing has inherited my immortality. In the early stages, we'll probably sweep through everything in our path."

(End of this chapter)