Mythology

Chapter 491 The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field Gives Birth to the Underworld

The moment Yang He returned to the main world, he began to suppress the drowning disaster.

In the world of classical allusions, one can act recklessly. Even if one cannot overcome the three calamities and six tribulations, it will not affect one's foundation. However, if one's true self fails, one will lose everything.

"Well."

Memory begins to fade, and some distant impressions begin to fade.

Especially regarding his memories of his past life, Yang He even had an indescribable sense of disorientation, as if that technologically advanced metropolis in his past life was just an unintentional fantasy.

"No, this will definitely shake my resolve in the long run."

Yang He was somewhat astonished, as his understanding of this world was based on his previous life, and each of the three calamities and six tribulations was more troublesome than he had imagined.

There wasn't much he could do; while clearing his mind, he sent a telepathic message to Wang Lan, instructing him to collect fragments of mundane objects.

"Cough cough cough."

"The drowning disaster should not only involve memory loss, but I also don't know what the flaw in my mindset is."

Before the drowning disaster broke out, Yang He exchanged his spoils from this trip, mainly the Akshobhya Buddha's corpse obtained by Sun Wukong from defeating monsters, as well as the remains of thousands of Arhats, and threw them all into the dojo to digest them one by one.

Sun Wukong hadn't had time to hand it over to Yang He before, so Sha Wujing kept it and delivered it to Yang He through the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field, which is connected by the permanent characters.

This shows that Sha Wujing made good use of the luggage.

After Yang He finished sorting through his harvest, Yin energy continuously gathered towards his temporary cave dwelling.

He felt inexplicably cold, and in a short time his Taoist robe was soaked with sweat. The ghosts in his body did not react to this, which meant that the three calamities and six tribulations were only directed at him.

In no time, the ground had become a puddle.

Ugh...

Yang He suddenly bent over and coughed up a mouthful of murky river water.

It is called river water because it contains some duckweed and decaying vegetation.

Yang He experienced tearing pain when he breathed, the river water in his stomach accumulated more and more, and the Nine Turns of the Yellow Springs seemed to have lost its effect. His immortal body was no different from a mortal body in the face of the three calamities and six tribulations.

His lungs quickly filled with river water, and his fingers began to spasm uncontrollably—a symptom that only appeared when he was about to drown, and which intensified over time.

Yang He attempted to suppress it with his supernatural powers, but to no avail.

Even if he used the Immortal Transformation Technique to expand his body to hundreds of meters in size, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal might not be able to harm him, yet he still found it difficult to breathe.

"No, how about we go to the world of historical allusions for refuge first?"

Yang He's expression was uncertain. The story of Sha Wujing was not yet finished, and there was indeed plenty of time to adapt. However, if he tried to avoid it, it would damage his mental state.

At this moment.

Yang He noticed that a purplish-red infant's palm appeared on his right arm.

Then, the five senses gradually disappeared, and the sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger.

"Hee hee hee."

Yang He couldn't help but be taken aback when he heard a woman's laughter.

"My lord, I have missed you so much, why have you abandoned me?"

"The Three Mountain Goddesses?"

Yang He frowned slightly. The first person he encountered in the world of classical allusions was the Three Mountain Goddesses. It happened in a pond where lotus roots were planted, and the Three Mountain Goddesses disemboweled him.

"What do you mean? That drowning disasters will bring back vengeful spirits?"

Yang He was completely stunned; he was certain that the Three Mountain Goddess was dead beyond any doubt.

Puff puff.

A bulge grew on Yang He's ribs, and then a dozen pale, jade-like hands spread out, tearing at his internal organs with their bare hands, and then encircling his neck.

"No, drowning disaster is experiencing death again."

"My lord, come and be with our child..."

Yang He's tied-up hair was replaced by the woman's black hair, and his eyes became increasingly cloudy, as if the Three Mountain Goddesses would be born from his body at any moment.

His consciousness seemed to relive his first experience entering the Ghost Lotus.

Are you afraid?
of course.

Yang He was forced to go to the world of legends for the first time, and he didn't even know that he could be resurrected, so Gui Fuqu's fear of dying was the most profound.

He seemed to be immersed in a pool of water, his consciousness gradually sinking into a deathly stillness.

"I have already reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Ninety-nine percent of people in the world cannot reach such a level, and my ordinary life in my previous life is incomparable to it."

"Honestly, am I really afraid of death?"

"Actually, it's alright. What I'm seeking as I continue climbing upwards is no longer immortality, nor is it some kind of carefree existence. It's more about..."

Just as his consciousness was about to fade away, Yang He grinned.

"I just want to see what the hell is at the source of all this, influencing the way of Heaven and causing a bunch of indescribable ghosts and gods to emerge."

Yang He opened his eyes, and the near-death experience of the Three Mountain Goddesses had completely disappeared.

Soon, a new death occurred, this time from the Taoist priest he played for the second time, who died from the erosion of yin energy while escorting Nezha's corpse.

Yang He's flesh and blood began to shrivel, as if countless demons and monsters were absorbing his yang energy.

But he felt no fear whatsoever. The drowning disaster could no longer harm him; it was just that he had died too many times in the world of legends, and the process would be extremely torturous.

Between each of Yang He's deaths, he also had the energy to keep an eye on the progress of collecting mundane items.

After the spiritual vision exceeded one hundred million, the remaining fragments could be naturally sensed when holding the fragments of mortal objects. Before long, the Grand Master cultivators began to send them over one after another.

Tiger Vanguard, White Bone Demon, Scorpion Demon, White Deer Demon, Rat Demon...

Because the Journey to the West: Tribulation has completely deviated from the original script, the order of the stories is quite different. The stories after the Flowing Sand River generally do not involve immortals or Buddhas, so the four of them should have a relatively smooth start.

Yang He incorporated everyday objects into classical allusions, and five years passed in the blink of an eye.

There are a total of twenty-three categories of allusions, and some mundane fragments are in the deepest hell, which Wang Lan and his disciples need to deal with step by step.

As luck would have it, the twenty-third story is about Lion Camel Ridge.

Yang He was very curious. Kong Xuan had been reduced to the mortal realm because of him, the Golden-Winged Roc had no Buddha as its nephew, and the White Elephant and Green Lion had died prematurely at the hands of Sun Wukong. What would Lion Camel Ridge be like?
He stopped wasting time in the main world and brought up the control panel.

[Common Object: Tian Sheng Ling]

[Related Allusions: "Quicksand Ghost", "White Bone Ghost", "Yellow Wind Ghost"... Consume 1 Spirit Vision to enter the allusion world?]

"determine."

.........

Yang Heyi felt as if he were in a world of classical stories. After confirming that there was no danger nearby, he focused all his attention on the seclusion of the Three Calamities and Six Tribulations.

He repeatedly relives death, and the loss of memory also makes his consciousness more focused.

The moment the threat of drowning vanished, Yang He suddenly opened his eyes.

Memories flooded back like a tide, and the boundary between past and present lives became incredibly clear through repeated experiences of death, leaving no flaws in one's Dao heart.

Yang He suddenly realized that he was neither an ordinary mortal living in a technological city nor a pure cultivator; his two lifetimes made him truly unique.

He looked down at his palm, where the Daoist aura of the Myriad Transformations Tree could be faintly felt flowing beneath his skin.

"Stripped of my outward appearance, I am first and foremost a human being, therefore I am the ancestor of all men."

However, before Yang He could catch his breath, the third calamity had already arrived.

Attract souls.

At first, it was just a whimper in the breeze.

Outside the cave where Yang He sat cross-legged, the figures of wandering ghosts gradually emerged from the darkness: a ragged old woman, a soldier missing half a head, a baby curled up in a ball...

The wandering spirits, like moths to a flame, rushed towards Yang He's direction.

"Hungry!"

"It's so cold!!" "Why didn't you do it for me!!"

Whispers echoed among the rock walls. Yang He realized that "soul guiding" meant exactly what it said. He looked up and saw that the mountains were already covered with them.

"The three calamities and six disasters are not entirely tribulations, but more like a baptism."

Yang He smiled. The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Daoist Temple was growing stronger day by day, but it had always lacked Daoist disciples. Lonely souls and ghosts were the best source of Daoist disciples.

"It's just that the noise was a bit too loud."

Yang He reached out and touched his brow, and the moment his fiery eyes opened, a suction force appeared out of nowhere.

The wandering ghosts and spirits within a hundred miles were all swept away.

Yang He summoned the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, which quietly enveloped the world. In addition, the chosen secluded cultivation location was free of powerful demons within a thousand miles, so it wouldn't attract any trouble.

The temple grounds shook violently; wandering spirits and ghosts are equivalent to mortals in the outside world.

After being filled with a large number of mortals, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field became vibrant at a visible speed, though in a sense it was also a chaotic scene of demons running rampant.

Yang He could sense that the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field was just one opportunity away from its transformation.

He did not hesitate to give up two permanent roles.

[Should a permanent character, "Wenqu Xinshi", be created?]

[The permanent characters <Myriad Transformations Dojo> and <Literary Star Chamber> are compatible and meet the fusion requirements. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spiritual Vision to fuse them?]

[Should a permanent character be created in Yindu?]

[The permanent character <Wanhua Daochang> is compatible with <Yindu> and meets the fusion conditions. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

"determine."

Rumble.

As Yang He confirmed the fusion, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field trembled violently, and a crack spanning thousands of miles appeared in the sky, with the ancient bronze city slowly suspended in the clouds.

Yang He was still pondering how to settle Yindu when the ancient bronze city disappeared deep underground.

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Daoist Temple was originally connected to the Nine Turns of the Yellow Springs. Yindu was immediately placed in the center of the Yellow Springs, and the water of the Yellow Springs flowed back into the city, imprinting intricate Daoist charm on the buildings.

Immediately afterwards, the ventricle quietly merged into the Tree of Myriad Transformations.

"kindness?"

Yang He felt as if the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field had broken through a bottleneck and entered a completely new realm. The concentration of Yin energy surged by 60%, and the cultivation of countless evil spirits increased.

"Hiss, one can... become an immortal within the dojo?"

He was full of surprise. Yindu had formed a small world that was different from the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field. Even though it was only in its infancy, it could accommodate the ghost Dao child who had become an immortal.

It's worth noting that in the previous version, the dojo was very popular, and there were many immortals who raised ghosts there.

However, immortals still need to recruit disciples to manage their temples, since evil spirits are not of great use and their intelligence will not reach the level of ordinary people if they do not become immortals.

"However, the small underworld formed by Yindu is not stable enough, and more related grotto heavens and immortal courts need to be refined."

Yang He narrowed his eyes. The cycle of reincarnation in the world of legends had been severed. Was it possible for him to rebuild the cycle at the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field? It seemed that the hope was not small.

"After the three calamities and six tribulations are over, it will be necessary to return to the main world to collect a batch of ghost and god remains."

During the period of seclusion, hints of the completion of the story occasionally appeared.

[The storyline "The Flowing Sand Demon" is complete; permanent character slots: 4]

[The storyline "White Bone Demon" is complete; permanent character slots: 6]

The four-person pilgrimage group headed west, seemingly conquering a dungeon with ease.

"Hehe, not bad, not bad."

Yang He continued his seclusion. After passing the Soul Guiding stage, he would face one of the six tribulations: Corpse Severing.

He had been extremely concerned about severing the three corpses in the previous version and had made extensive preparations for it, thinking that he wouldn't have to experience it again after the version update.

Unexpectedly, the Three Corpses Severing technique was waiting for him at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Yang He looked down at his chest, where something indescribable seemed to be writhing inside him; to be precise, it was the so-called Three Corpses gradually taking shape.

The Three Corpses have no concrete form, as if they live in imagination.

Suddenly, Yang He felt a sharp pain in his head, and he heard rustling sounds coming from all over his body as three other versions of himself tried to seize control of the Corpse Celestial Venerable.

Yang He sighed deeply and concentrated on suppressing the three corpses.

"The next difficulty is that the body and soul degenerate into mortals, and the difficulty of formlessness is that the five senses are lost, and one is completely reduced to the ability to resist. However, it is not difficult for me."

"I just don't know how long it will take."

With a thought, Yang He's Myriad Transformations Dojo, along with Corpse Celestial Venerable, vanished.

Even though he was immortal, he didn't want to be disturbed, so he simply moved his temporary cave dwelling deep underground, where the dojo would cover it and no trace of his aura would be exposed.

.........

The refugee procession, stretching for dozens of miles, moved slowly forward like a dying snake.

The women and children, pale and emaciated, walked unsteadily, their cracked lips oozing blood; the elderly used broken wood as canes, kneeling down to catch their breath after every three steps; the young and middle-aged men had numb eyes, carrying dying children or corpses wrapped in straw mats on their shoulders.

"Mommy, I'm so hungry."

A child tugged at his mother's clothes, his voice barely audible.

The woman's eyes were sunken, and she trembled as she pulled half a piece of bark from her bosom and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

“Child, let’s keep going, the only way to survive is eastward.”

suddenly.

"What...what is that?!"

Someone pointed to the sky in terror, and all the refugees looked up, despair spreading among tens of thousands of people.

Ten thousand meters above the sky, a thousand-meter-long crimson koi carp bursts forth from the clouds!

Its scales gleamed with blood, and its gills spewed out foul-smelling mist as they opened and closed. Its ventral fins resembled clouds hanging from the sky, casting shadows that enveloped the entire refugee caravan.

The fish's mouth gaped open, revealing a mouthful of barbs, and saliva dripped down like rain, corroding the ground with a hissing sound.

"The Great King of Inspiration is the local deity of the Tongtian River area!"

An elderly man collapsed to the ground, urine seeping from his crotch. "My God, how did the King of Inspiration turn into a demon!"

Before the refugees could react, screams came from behind them.

boom!
Suddenly, the distant mountains collapsed, and from the dust emerged scorpion demons the size of mountains, their carapaces covered with scabs shaped like human faces, their tails raised high.

The two demons formed a pincer movement, trapping the refugees in the center.

"There is no more reincarnation." The Great King of Inspiration said in a deep voice after counting the number of beings. "The lifespan of mortals is fixed, and their lifespan is short. Every one eaten is one less."

The scorpion spirit was not very intelligent and was extremely possessive of its food, taking away half of the mortals. "It has nothing to do with me; these mortals are enough for me to cultivate into human form."

The King of Inspiration gave a cold laugh and then said no more.

The two demons have already taken a large number of mortals with their supernatural powers, but their blood offerings are becoming increasingly scarce, and they will eventually have to part ways. At that time, they may even become enemies.

"There's a demon!!"

The scorpion demon held its venomous stinger high, gazing warily into the distance.

The ground shook.

A giant elk trampled through the hills, its antlers carrying hundreds of dried carcasses. With each step, maggots rustled from its festering belly.

"The white deer is a great demon worshipped in the Kingdom of Bhikkhu."

The white deer demon murmured softly, as if conveying something to the two demons, and then turned and disappeared.

The two demons stared at each other, their gazes shifting from ecstatic joy to wariness, as if they had learned of some kind of opportunity. They decided to stop hunting mortals and each went their separate ways.

(End of this chapter)