Mythology

Chapter 506 Top-Tier Traitor

Ju Liusun's broken two halves of his body fell helplessly, his remaining consciousness causing his limbs to twitch slightly, making him appear exceptionally pitiful.

Images of his life's spiritual practice flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

The final image focused on Yang He.

“Alas, my junior disciple, you… are truly a person favored by Heaven.”

Having said that, the remaining consciousness of Julu Sunfo was completely extinguished, and his body was directly taken into the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field, where he would later be nurtured into a fruition position.

The same was true of the corpse of the Longevity Immortal. Unfortunately, the old Yin Bi also had two incarnations, the Fortune Immortal and the Prosperity Immortal, whose consciousness, though dead, had vanished.

However, for Yang He now, a mere Great Luo Golden Immortal whose foundation has been severely damaged can no longer pose a threat to him.

Faced with absolute power, neither schemes nor plots are meaningful.

Unless the Immortal of Longevity also has a cheat code that allows him to generate permanent characters.

Yang He stood expressionless beside the Heavenly Ladder, looking up at the clouds, as if his sudden killing spree was merely a dust shake off.

An oppressive aura, almost tangible, emanated from him.

Yang He ignored the gazes directed at him. The giant arm that had emerged from his back slowly retracted, and the scarlet flesh and bones covered with pupils disappeared back into the crack, while his skin gradually healed.

Even the costumes were spotless.

The immortals, Buddhas, demons, and monsters present were horrified. They could all see that the crimson body inside Yang He was his physical form, while the skin was just an empty shell.

It's hard to imagine what kind of indescribable existence it contains.

The two brothers, Benboerba and Baboerben, were closest to Yang He. They were a bit slow to react and did not follow Linggan Dawang. Now they were stuck between Yang He and the immortals and Buddhas, in a dilemma.

"Grandpa...Grandpa, please don't kill us!!"

"Grandpa, we are both demons, why must we kill each other?!"

They banged their heads on the ground, as if they wanted to tear their hearts out.

Yang He ignored it and, after confirming that there was no problem with the Heavenly Ladder, looked toward a corner of the palace, where he saw an old Taoist priest.

As expected, the old Taoist priest was none other than Qingling Tianjun, one of the Five Elders of Heaven.

Qingling Tianjun was dressed in a Taoist robe and wore a crescent-shaped crown. His face was ancient and simple, but the aura he exuded had reached the level of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

This was the first time Yang He had ever seen the true form of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal descend to the mortal realm, which showed the importance of the Women's Kingdom's plan and also indicated that the Women's Kingdom was indeed orchestrated by immortals and Buddhas.

From decades ago, all the tragedies in the Kingdom of Women were already destined.

Yang He realized that if he wanted to take over the Cave Heaven Immortal Court, he had to get past Qingling Heavenly Lord. No, the Heavenly Court side had the Five Elders, so the Blissful World must also have a Saha World sitting in the Daughter Kingdom.

He smiled and said respectfully, "Huang Mei greets Qingling Tianjun."

"What a wicked and heretical sect!"

The Azure Spirit Heavenly Lord's voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an unquestionable authority: "Proving your Dao through killing, reversing Yin and Yang, you demon... deserve to be killed!!"

A chilling wind swept through, and invisible forces collided.

The immortals and Buddhas felt their souls tremble, as if they were sandwiched between two great mountains, making it extremely difficult to circulate their magical power. They all changed color and retreated.

The two fish, Benboerba, had already transformed into their original forms.

Yang He steadied himself with just half a step, his giant arm grew several times larger, and countless pupils on his surface opened, their crimson light shooting straight into the sky.

The immortals and Buddhas were astonished that a Great Luo Golden Immortal could actually stand up to a Primordial Golden Immortal.

Qingling Tianjun stared intently at Yang He, the contempt between his brows lessening slightly. "His murderous aura is like a raging torrent, and he has devoured many mortals. If he continues his cultivation, he can ascend to the Heavenly Court and become a Star Lord."

The complete 180-degree change in attitude reveals the double standards of the Heavenly Court towards demons.

Demons who devour humans are qualified to be among the immortals.

In Qingling Tianjun's understanding, Yang He had consumed at least a million mortals and had developed a dependence on blood food, making him relatively easy to control.

"Fellow Daoist Huangmei, you..."

Before Qingling Tianjun could finish speaking, his aura reappeared.

hum.

The light distorted, and a figure appeared in the palace without warning, only a hundred meters away from Yang He when he noticed it.

The newcomer was wearing a kasaya, and his outline was somewhat blurry, as if he were not a physical entity but rather formed from light. He looked Yang He up and down, and there was a hint of barely perceptible anger in his eyes.

Qingling Tianjun called out loudly, "Vairocana Buddha, have you been ordered to retrieve the Abortion Spring?"

"Amitabha Buddha, this is very good."

Yang He also recognized the Buddha. During the Investiture of the Gods, Vairocana Buddha was Vairocana Immortal, one of the Seven Immortals who served the Jie Sect. In just a thousand years, he had become a being comparable to a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

Of course, this so-called encounter should be related to Yang He's good brother, Shakyamuni.

Yang He narrowed his eyes. The Zimu River originated from the Heavenly Court, and the Luotai Spring originated from the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. He had to think about how to obtain them.

Vairocana Buddha looked at Yang He, his lips slightly moving, "Disciple greets... Uncle-Master Wugou."

The words echoed in Yang He's mind, but the other immortals and Buddhas were unaware of them.

However, the fact that the Yellow-Eyebrowed King is Yang He already shows that everything about Yang He is under the control of Shakyamuni.

Yang He smiled but didn't say anything; the crack on his back had completely healed.

To outsiders, Yang He's restraint of his supernatural powers indicated his certainty that the two Grandmasters would not make a move, and that they might even have already accepted the offer of amnesty.

The truth is not that Yang He is acting recklessly, but rather that King Huangmei is currently in a very delicate state, like a bomb about to explode.

Once the protective aura is damaged over a long period of time, it will cause the demonic body to break free of its restraints.

It could be said that he had no idea what the Yellow-Eyebrowed King looked like.

After losing control, Yang He was unable to reseal his demonic form.

Yang He knew that the Yellow-Eyebrowed King had absorbed far more than one or two million blood delicacies; it was equivalent to a full five million mortals.

During his previous seclusion, the total amount of blood food, four million, had already overwhelmed the Heavenly Demon Body. The subsequent million blood food was forced in by the protective mystic light that enveloped his body and soul.

Thinking of this, Yang He couldn't help but click his tongue.

Blood food is a wonderful thing, but unfortunately there won't be a second chance.

It's hard to say.

If the Mother-Child River and the Abortion Spring are refined, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field may stably produce blood food, and after the Yellow-Eyebrowed King directly becomes the Immaculate Buddha, he will become the number one permanent character.

Vairocana Buddha continued to transmit the message: "Uncle Immaculate Buddha, could you cooperate with me to collect the Abortion Spring? This innate substance has already come to life. After the matter is accomplished, I will give you 30% of the innate energy."

Before Yang He could respond, Qingling Tianjun's telepathic message rang out, "Fellow Daoist Huangmei, I am willing to recommend you to meet the Jade Emperor."

Yang He did not rush to pay attention to Vairocana Buddha, but instead communicated with Qingling Tianjun through telepathy.

"The Jade Emperor? Hasn't the Lingxiao Palace been sealed off for a thousand years?"

When Qingling Tianjun saw that Yang He had agreed, he remained outwardly calm, but continued to transmit his thoughts through divine sense, "I can tell you a secret. There were signs of revival a hundred years ago. In the upcoming great calamity of heaven and earth, our Heavenly Court will definitely be the protagonist of the calamity."

Yang He was both surprised and puzzled.

It's somewhat understandable that Vairocana Buddha would try to win him over, after all, he's one of the Seven Sages of Buddhism. But why would Qingling Tianjun, who doesn't know his identity, be so eager to please him? Could there be some unpredictable change in the Women's Kingdom?
Yang He was lost in thought, and the atmosphere became tense due to the checks and balances among the three parties.

The two Primordial Golden Immortals, one on the left and one on the right, subtly formed a pincer movement against Yang He.

He then informed Qingling Tianjun, "Thanks to your high regard, I, the humble demon Huangmei, am willing to serve the Heavenly Court with utmost loyalty."

"Excellent! With your help, we can conquer the Zimu River with wings."

A barely perceptible hint of joy flickered in Qingling Tianjun's eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Huangmei, you should go to the upper reaches of the Zimu River and lie low for a few days. When the time is right, I will naturally contact you."

"Your Majesty, should we inform outsiders? That Vairocana Buddha is eyeing me covetously."

"No need. The Buddhist purpose is the abortion spring, so we try to avoid contact with outsiders."

Yang He sneered inwardly. Whether it was the River of Mother and Child or the Spring of Abortion, there was definitely something fishy going on. Even immortals and Buddhas needed him to act as their tools. He cursed Qingling Heavenly Lord in his heart. At least Vairocana Buddha gave some innate energy, but Qingling Heavenly Lord just made an empty promise and that was it.

Ha ha.

Yang He immediately communicated with Vairocana Buddha, saying, "Nephew, the Abortion Spring is a treasure of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. You and I are of the same lineage, so there's no need to be polite about such a small matter. I will take care of it myself."

"Uncle Wugou, but you must be careful of Qingling Tianjun."

"I will."

Vairocana Buddha then gave a similar discourse, and they all went separately to the upper reaches of the Mother-Child River.

Yang He turned and nodded to the two of them, then put away the two silly fish and stepped onto the ladder made of earthen pots.

They quickly disappeared into the bronze door at the top.

Yang He was swallowed by endless darkness. A violent daze struck him, stripping away all his senses, and the passage of time became blurred.

He felt as if he were inside an earthenware pot.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Yang He's five senses slowly returned, and then a pair of hands gently caressed his skin, with faint, lingering sobs.

He could tell it was the woman in the jar.

The next moment, Yang He suddenly regained consciousness, and then without hesitation, he pushed himself up with all his might.

Click!

Shards of broken pottery flew everywhere. Yang He crawled out of the broken earthenware pot, steadied himself, and then cautiously looked around.

The scene before my eyes became extremely bizarre.

Yang He noticed that he was outside the side hall in the northeast corner of the palace. Upstream of the Zimu River, the palace of the Daughter Kingdom was still set up, with white marble floor tiles and patterns on the palace walls that were still faintly discernible.

However, everything was magnified many times over.

The once ordinary steps now reached Yang He's knees, the eaves seemed to cover the sky, and the curtains of the side hall fluttered in the wind as far as the eye could see.

How to put it? It's like suddenly switching from an adult's perspective to that of a child.

Furthermore, the number of earthenware pots became extremely dense as far as the eye could see.

The earthenware pots were no longer piled up in mountains, but were embedded in walls or stacked along roadsides, and some fragments were even used as decorations.

The surface was covered with blackened bloodstains, making it almost impossible to see the original color of the pottery, and it emitted a strong, nauseatingly sweet and pungent odor.

The royal palace was deathly silent at this moment, and all the immortals, Buddhas, demons and monsters that had descended were hiding in the shadows.

It seemed as if there was immense danger.

Yang He's ever-increasing spiritual vision also illustrates this point. Starting from the upper reaches of the Zimu River, the danger is not only from outsiders, but also from the Daughter Kingdom itself, which is even enough to make a Hunyuan Golden Immortal wary.

He quickly concealed his breathing and followed the steps into the side hall.

The place was empty; the furniture had been replaced by a large number of earthenware pots.

"Feel……"

Yang He frowned, not having time to use his Fiery Eyes of Truth. His spiritual vision rose and fell, accompanied by the sound of children's laughter as clear as silver bells.

at this time.

"Hehe, it's my turn to catch you, little sisters."

Yang He turned his head sharply, catching a glimpse of a short figure flashing by in the corner of his eye.

That was a little girl with an earthenware pot on her head!

A distorted smiling face is drawn on the earthenware pot with childlike strokes. The mouth of the pot has no head or neck, as if the earthenware pot itself is its head.

Before Yang He could see clearly, an even more cheerful burst of laughter erupted from the other side!
"Hee hee hee!"

"Hahaha!"

A group of little girls, all dressed in the same clay pots, held hands and skipped and hopped over!
Their movements were light and cheerful, with only the soft clinking of earthenware pots against each other and the dripping blood from their rims.

The group of girls in earthen cans quickly disappeared behind the mountain of cans.

They didn't notice Yang He at all, or rather, they didn't care at all; they were simply immersed in their own bizarre and inexplicable game.

Yang He stood still, carefully recalling his unexpected discovery.

"The first girl was the oldest, about thirteen or fourteen years old, which was already marriageable age in ancient times. The girl in the jar was identified by her voice."

"The other girls are seven or eight years old, and the clay pots are clearly not a good fit for their bodies."

suddenly.

"Hehehe, I caught you!!!"

The bride in the jar murmured behind Yang He, and then the protective light on his shoulder exploded, and a crimson red surged out.

He hurriedly searched for the bride in the jar, but instead noticed the body of a little girl.

She was one of the girls playing with clay pots just now.

The earthen pot on her head had shattered, revealing its true form underneath.

That can't even be called a face.

The facial features were all cut from different women and then sewn together, forcibly integrated using an earthenware pot.

What's chilling is that the sewn-on mouth has its corners pulled by threads, fixed in a stiff, unnatural smile.

When Yang He first saw it, he felt a strange...perfection.

It looks a lot like... Tang Sanzang.

To be precise, he looks a lot like Tang Sanzang on the peach tree.

"Got you!!!"

Yang He groaned, and the protective aura on his chest shattered once more, revealing another corpse with identical facial features in the shadows of Guanshan.

The bride in the jar did not show any kindness; her words were clearly filled with resentment and malice.

Regardless of the purpose.

The bride in the jar wants to kill herself!!

Yang He dodged repeatedly, trying to avoid the bride in the jar's lock, but even with his sharp eyes wide open, the other party could always follow him like a shadow.

puff!puff!
The protective aura around his arms quickly followed suit, and the suppressed crimson spread.

Each time the bride in the jar appears, a little girl's corpse appears alongside her.

"No, the protective aura will go out of control after one or two more uses!!"

Yang He gritted his teeth and, as if possessed, grabbed the earthenware pot and put it over his head.

Then a series of sounds of corpses falling to the ground rang out.

The girls who were playing have all died or been injured.

Yang He could feel that most of the resentment and poison had dissipated, and the protective light around his body was slowly healing.

The bride in the jar was no longer inside the house; she appeared outside the door without warning, staring intently at Yang He through the thin window paper.

"Brother Imperial Brother".

The bride in the jar seemed to regain a sliver of reason and spoke softly.

“You are different from them; you are in a jar too.”

As soon as the bride in the jar finished speaking, she disappeared without a trace, and the side hall door opened.

(End of this chapter)