Mythology

Chapter 505 Yellow Eyebrows is here, prepare to die!
In the present-day Kingdom of Women, although the people are disappearing one by one because of the tax collection by the Great Agriculture Bureau, the New Year atmosphere remains undiminished.

Lanterns hung from the eaves of houses in the streets and alleys, their faint light dispelling the gloom.

A festive atmosphere filled the air, with the constant sound of gongs and drums. The bustling temple fair seemed to mask the people's fears about the future.

pat.

A raindrop landed on the tip of a child's nose as he looked up at the lantern.

The child paused for a moment, wiped the dampness with his sleeve, and then discovered that his new clothes, which he had just put on not long ago, were already stained with a trace of black.

Followed by.

Pat-pat, pat-pat...

The sparse rain began to fall without warning, starting as just a few scattered drops, but soon becoming finer.

The sky was overcast, and the rain was not colorless; upon closer inspection, it was mixed with a faint inky black, like diluted old bloodstains.

A brief flurry of activity swept through the streets. The rain was light, but persistent and gentle, silently soaking the red cloth and staining the lanterns gray, forming a winding stream on the dirt road.

However, things soon started to go wrong. The old woman, who was busy packing up her stall, suddenly bent over and coughed violently, scattering dried fruit all over the ground.

She covered her mouth, her shoulders heaving violently, and thick, asphalt-like black liquid seeped from between her fingers!

"vomit!!!"

More and more people stopped what they were doing, their faces quickly turned ashen, and they clutched their necks in agony, bending over to vomit, spewing out a black, foul-smelling liquid!
"Mother! What's wrong?!"

"Boss!!"

"The water... there's something wrong with this water!!"

Screams and cries instantly replaced the previous jubilant atmosphere.

Without exception, all the people lost moisture to their skin, their eye sockets sank deep, and within a dozen breaths they collapsed to the ground, turning into shriveled and blackened corpses—a truly horrifying sight.

Panic spread, and the corpse's limbs began to twitch without warning.

The corpse opened its eyes, its pupils a murky black, devoid of any life, and then rose in an extremely unnatural manner.

The definition of life and death has become flawed, and the entire Kingdom of Women is in chaos.

If Yang He were there, he would have seen souls constantly emerging from the corpses, only to be swept away by the black water and sink into the Mother-Child River.

The invisible river was unusually turbulent, carrying souls like the winding Yellow Springs.

Before long, a massive number of souls gathered in the lower reaches of the Zimu River.

Rumble.

The commotion caused by Yang He continued, but it paled in comparison to the dramatic changes in the Zimu River, and the demon kings all left their caves.

The King of Inspiration coldly raised his eyes, and the souls above his head were already overwhelming.

It formed a giant vortex that covered a hundred miles.

King Linggan closed his eyes slightly, his consciousness traveling between souls through supernatural powers. He immediately realized the current state of the Women's Kingdom, and his expression became increasingly grim.

All the demon kings turned their gazes toward King Linggan.

After a short while, two to three million souls had gathered, vaguely forming a distorted face, whose features revealed it to be a woman.

Such intense resentment sent chills down even the King of Inspiration's spine.

At the center of the vortex was the royal palace where the immortals and Buddhas resided.

"Your Majesty, what is the origin of that black water?!"

Lady Earth Surge's voice was shrill, filled with barely suppressed fear, as she pointed to the ever-expanding black curtain of rain in the distance.

After a long silence, the King of Inspiration finally spoke, "Return to the Void."

Return to the Void?!

Upon hearing this, the demon kings felt a shiver run through their very souls. The records of the Ruins of Return in the mortal realm were incomplete, only known to be the end of all things, a forbidden land that even immortals and Buddhas were unwilling to set foot in.

The King of Inspiration tightened his grip, saying that the matchmaker's thread was already contracting.

It means that the depths of the Mother River are calling you to go there.

Benboerba couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesties, our cultivation is too shallow. Could you please give us a way to leave the Zimu River alive?!"

The King of Inspiration said calmly, "Only the Mother-Child River is safe now; its banks are already filled with the aura of the Ruins."

Benboerba knelt on the ground in despair, while Baboerben turned pale with fright.

King Inspiration shook his head slightly, his tone becoming urgent, "The center of the vortex is in the palace, and if nothing unexpected happens, the channel leading upstream is the same. If we don't set off, we will surely die."

"Those immortals and Buddhas..."

"They can't stay downstream; they might already be preparing to leave."

The Great King of Inspiration spoke lightly, but the demon kings were still somewhat terrified. However, they had no choice, as the aura of the Void could corrode all living beings, and even saints could not escape its effects.

"Then... what about Fellow Daoist Huangmei?"

Special Envoy turned to the depths of the cave, where a deep pit had been dug three or four hundred meters deep, and blood food was being continuously transported into Yang He's place.

"Wait for him?" Xiong Shanjun suddenly roared, then lowered his voice again.

"Who knows how long Yellow Eyebrows will take to devour us? If we wait any longer, we'll all be buried with him. Anyway, I... I'm not waiting!!"

General Yin bared his fangs and chimed in, "That guy is a monster! He's consumed the blood and flesh of millions of people; he'd go insane if he didn't die."

The demon kings recalled the scene of Yang Hesheng tearing apart the white deer demon.

If Yang He were to suffer a qi deviation, few of the demon kings present would survive; all those below the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal would become food for him!

Lady Earth Surge suppressed her fear, "Great King Inspiration, we can't hesitate any longer! Fellow Daoist Yellow Eyebrows is all-powerful and has his own way of keeping up."

The demon kings were surprisingly unanimous at this moment: they would leave immediately and not wait for Yang He!
King Linggan glanced deeply at the cave dwelling. "We shall proceed immediately toward the palace! If there is any conflict with the immortals or Buddhas, remember to stand together, or you may perish without a burial place."

Without hesitation, he took the lead and stirred up a bloody storm.

The demon kings, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, unleashed their abilities and transformed into streaks of light.

Not long after they left, the mountains collapsed into ruins, while the mindless little demons continued to dig for blood and food.

Time passed slowly, and the disturbances became increasingly subtle over the next three days.

Just after the earth-shaking tremors abruptly stopped, heavy footsteps slowly approached the ground inside the dark tunnel, and the demonic aura seemed almost tangible.

As the footsteps became clearer, the demonic aura gradually subsided.

"kindness."

"They all ran so fast. It seems their training this time was a bit too intense."

A figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.

Yang He has returned to human form, with a tall and slender figure. He is wearing a slightly oversized theatrical costume, and the Nuo flag that originally covered his face has been replaced by his handsome features.

However, his ordinariness reveals a touch of the extraordinary.

Yang He's skin was unusually smooth, like the finest white porcelain fresh from the kiln, with a faint warmth and without the slightest flaw.

He stood there quietly, his gaze calmly sweeping over the vortex.

"A dramatic change is coming. It won't be long before we find out the truth about the immortals' and Buddhas' scheme to build the Women's Kingdom."

Tick.

Blackish-gray raindrops fell on Yang He's forehead, and the aura of the Ruins of Return had already spread downstream.

Apart from the royal palace, the lower reaches of the Zimu River will likely be submerged by the aura of the Void, and even immortals and Buddhas may not be able to survive there for long.

Yang He remained completely calm, for immortals and Buddhas are immortals and Buddhas, and he himself is himself.

Although the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field has not yet fully integrated with dozens of celestial palaces, its resistance to the aura of the Void is already far superior, and it can remain unharmed even if one falls into the shallow layers of the Void.

"Well?"

A hissing sound appeared on Yang He's forehead, and a fine crack appeared.

Immediately afterwards, thin, cicada-wing-like fragments of skin slowly fell off. Through the cracks, one could see a crimson substance writhing inside, shimmering with a blinding light. Before Yang He could react, countless pieces of flesh and bone proliferated wildly, trying to squeeze out of the opening.

In a short time, the scarlet hue formed various organs.

Half a meter, three meters, ten meters...

The scarlet fruit grew larger and larger, laden with countless organs.

The scene resembled an exquisite piece of porcelain, inside which lay an indescribable, terrifying monster, about to burst forth!

Yang He paused, a murky light emanating from his fingertips, and gently pressed them against the crack on his forehead, whereupon the wound healed.

Her skin became smooth and flawless again, as if it had never been damaged.

Yang He muttered to himself in a calm tone, "I almost forgot that my current physical form is formed from protective mystic light. It seems I can't be too reckless. The aura of the Void is enough to affect my disguise."

He continued walking forward, his steps still steady.

Yang He himself was not clear about the extent to which the Heavenly Demon Body had achieved its supernatural powers through blood consumption; he only knew that the character of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King was on the verge of physical and spiritual collapse.

Simply put, the blood food that the Heavenly Demon Body can digest has reached its limit.

To put it more simply, I ate too much.

Yang He gradually adapted to his current state, and his walking speed gradually increased. In a few flashes, he covered ten miles.

Soon the royal palace came into view.

The rain poured down, but the palace, like the eye of a tornado, remained completely calm, with various forces, including immortals, Buddhas, demons, and monsters, lying in wait in the shadows.

The once magnificent palaces are now nothing but ruins.

Yang He saw large patches of faded, blackened red silk on the wall, tangled with the white cloth of the funeral, torn to shreds.

He suspected that the tragic state of the palace had actually occurred, and that the Kingdom of Women was not the peaceful and prosperous world it was today, but had experienced internal strife, possibly stemming from the story of the bride in the jar.

"The path to the upstream should be in the main hall of the royal palace."

In front of the main hall of the palace is a huge white marble plaza.

It was originally intended to be a platform for offering sacrifices to heaven and holding state ceremonies.

However, at this moment, the piles of broken earthen pots above form an irregular ladder leading upwards, where countless mortals have died.

The earthenware pot was much older than any Yang He had ever seen, covered in a thick layer of dark brown bloodstains.

pat pat pat.

In Yang He's view, he only received a little bit of the aura of the Void, but the visual impact was extremely strong for immortals and Buddhas.

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field protects the body and soul, making them seem to originate from the same source.

"Ah... Amitabha Buddha."

Julusun Buddha almost lost his composure, staring at Yang He incredulously. Even though his divine sense detected that a demon was approaching, his instinct told him that the other party was Yang He's incarnation.

He sent a telepathic message to the Immortal of Longevity, but the latter's response was lukewarm.

In fact, after realizing that the white deer demon had died, Shouxian understood that the restrictions of life and death reincarnation could not stop Yang He, and that this person was a big problem.

"Ju Liusun, what do you think Yang He's purpose is?"

"Oh? The purpose?"

Ju Liusun Buddha stared at Yang He in silence for a long time before finally replying, "Are you referring to the Mother-Child River and the Abortion Spring?"

“That’s right, Yang He definitely didn’t come for Jin Chanzi.”

The Immortal of Longevity smiled and continued, "So you don't need to worry too much. After all, Vairocana Buddha is also in the Women's Kingdom, along with the Azure Spirit Heavenly Lord of the Five Elders, who are all Primordial Golden Immortals."

Kṣāṭra Buddha calmed his mind; Vairocana Buddha's purpose in coming here was to retrieve the Abortion Spring.

The Zimu River belongs to the Heavenly Court and is naturally under the jurisdiction of the Azure Spirit Heavenly Lord.

"Amitabha."

Julusun Buddha smiled and noticed that the heavenly court made of earthen pots was constantly extending and disappearing into the depths of the vortex of souls.

Just now.

hum! ! !
A dull, loud thud came from the top of the ladder!
The broken jars stuck together, and surrounded by souls, they were forcibly transformed into a giant door.

The door is covered with incomprehensible, twisted patterns that seem to represent the cycle of life and death, and a faint light shines through the slowly opening crack.

"It's now!!!"

It seemed to be the first long howl uttered by the King of Inspiration.

In an instant, twenty or thirty figures who could no longer contain themselves suddenly sprang up from all parts of the palace!

Without hesitation, they entered the giant gate. Most of them were demon kings, after all, they did not want to have too much contact with immortals and Buddhas.

When the Immortal of Longevity arrived at the bottom of the Heavenly Ladder, the Buddha of Fearless Remains followed closely behind.

The two dared not slack off. Although they were certain that Yang He would not have a good ending in the Women's Kingdom, their immediate priority was to get upstream.

With a glance from the side, the Buddha Kṣāṭra saw that the Buddha Vairocana had already appeared in the southwest.

"Amitabha."

With the rain outside the palace hindering Yang He, and with Vairocana Buddha nearby, Kṣūṭa Buddha did not believe that Yang He could harm him...

The moment the thought arose, the figures outside the palace began to riot.

Without warning, without any build-up of power.

Yang He leaped high into the air, and the ground collapsed the moment he landed.

Then, he took a step forward.

Their figures blurred as they swept across the palace path and appeared below the Heavenly Ladder!

"you dare……"

Ju Liusunfo's exclamation had barely left his mouth, and the look of relief on his face had not yet faded.

Puff puff puff puff! ! !

A series of loud, bloody explosions erupted from Yang He's back!

The cracks in the skin were not filled with bones and internal organs, but with countless scarlet eyes that multiplied into pale flesh and bone, transforming into a giant arm over twenty meters long.

The giant arm moved faster than divine sense could lock on, sweeping across with a brutal ferocity that could crush everything in its path!

The first to be affected was not Julusun Buddha, but Shouxian beside him!

Before Shouxian could even react, his ever-smiling face, along with the astonishment in his eyes, was struck head-on by the giant arm!

Bang! ! !
The dull thud echoed, like a ripe watermelon being smashed by a heavy hammer!
The head of the immortal was smashed so hard that it caved in into his chest cavity, and blood mist gushed from his headless neck, his life force extinguished.

Ju Liusun's composure vanished completely, replaced by boundless fear.

He knew that the Immortal of Longevity had three burrows and two incarnations, so he wouldn't die. But he himself was different; he would die, he really would die!
"His demonic form...how can it be...so terrifying?!"

Fearing that Sun Fo's mind was blank, he wanted to get away from Yang He.

"Saha world, save me..."

However, the giant arm did not stop for a moment.

With his five fingers spread wide, he grabbed at the retreating Julusun Buddha with a sharp whistle!
Click! Click! Click!
The protective aura that the Buddha of Khrushchev was so proud of shattered one after another, as if it were made of paper!
The giant arm grabbed Ju Liusun Buddha.

"Do not!!!"

Julusun Buddha let out a desperate roar, his eyes filled with unbelievable terror, struggling desperately, but the Buddha's light could not be shaken in the slightest.

next moment.

The giant arm suddenly slashed to the left and right, scattering a spray of minced meat everywhere!

(End of this chapter)