Mythology

Chapter 508 Obtaining the Mother-Child River in a Few Words

Qingling Tianjun had his back to Yang He, his gaze fixed intently on the well opening.

The earthen pots around him were crackling and popping, as if countless voices were wailing from within. Yang He could recognize some of the voices as those of the people he had come into contact with, who had now become mayflies in the water.

Therefore, it is clear that the well is indeed the Zimu River.

Yang He's face showed a perfectly timed look of surprise. His first reaction was that Qingling Tianjun was testing him, and that he might have even exposed his identity. What followed would be a fierce battle.

After all, Qingling Tianjun, as one of the Five Elders of the Heavenly Court, had no reason to question a demon.

"Heavenly Lord, what is the Corpse Celestial Venerable? Why must he be refined into the Mother-Child River?!"

As Yang He expressed his confusion, a crack appeared imperceptibly on his back. No matter what, the Mother-Child River was already in front of him, and he could not back down even if he had to fight a Primordial Golden Immortal.

"I almost forgot, Fellow Daoist Huangmei, you may not be aware of the cause and effect of this matter."

Qingling Tianjun seemed quite satisfied with Yang He's reaction, and took a half step to the side, revealing the well filled with intense resentment to Yang He.

The countless faces were contorted, as if their resentment would burst forth at any moment.

The Zimu River holds the souls of two to three million people from the Kingdom of Women.

Qingling Tianjun noticed that Yang He swallowed, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes. A demon is a demon; a leopard can't change its spots.

Little did he know that Yang He almost couldn't resist summoning the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

What does two or three million souls mean?
Even without the River of Mother and Child and the Spring of Abortion, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field is enough to generate endless variations simply by transforming souls into demons and monsters.

If Yang He could seize this opportunity in the Kingdom of Women, he felt that becoming a Primordial Golden Immortal was within reach.

It's fortunate that one's soul can retain its intelligence even after landing in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field; after all, being a beast of burden is just another matter.

Qingling Tianjun said with a smile, "From now on you will join the Heavenly Court. I will not hide it from you, but a great calamity will descend upon the Three Realms in the next thousand years."

He sized up Yang He, then added, "The Zimu River is the key to the Heavenly Court's great calamity, and both the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother are paying attention to the Women's Kingdom."

Yang He thought to himself, "Sure enough, no wonder I couldn't contact any of the Eight Departments."

A dramatic change has occurred in Heaven!
The Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother have already awakened. I hope the ten sons of the Yang family will not encounter any danger in the Lingxiao Palace, and I will find another opportunity to return to the Upper Realm later.

"Heavenly Lord, what kind of great calamity? Is it similar to the Investiture of the Gods calamity?"

"It is more than a hundred times more dangerous than the Investiture of the Gods. It can bring back the dead immortals and Buddhas, and it can also prevent us from being reborn for eternity."

Qingling Tianjun did not elaborate on the Great Tribulation, and it is highly likely that even a Hunyuan Golden Immortal would have difficulty understanding the situation.

He then recounted the origin of the Mother-Child River, explaining that it was a treasure crafted by the Heavenly Court according to the Six Paths of Reincarnation, originally intended as a medium for the resurrection of heavenly soldiers and generals.

"However, the treasures acquired later are ultimately acquired things. The Mother-Child River wants to revive the heavenly soldiers and generals, but it is only by piecing together the remnant souls little by little. In essence, it does not have the ability to recreate souls."

Yang He could clearly sense that Qingling Tianjun was acting strangely; his tone carried an almost fanatical excitement, as if he were about to go berserk.

He guessed that Qingling Tianjun was most likely practicing cannibalism.

It still maintains its human form on the surface, but it has actually been affected. It even broke through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm by relying on a large amount of blood food for stimulation.

Qingling Tianjun paused for a moment, then said word by word, "The Heavenly Court has held the Mother-Child River for tens of thousands of years. Under the nurturing and tempering of the Jade Emperor, it has already developed seventy-two acquired treasure restrictions."

Whether it's innate or acquired treasure restrictions, seventy-two is already the upper limit.

Yang He's Precious Bone Mausoleum is currently protected by thirty-one innate protective barriers.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace has been burning the corpses of resident characters, and the number of innate treasure restrictions has reached sixty-one, but the growth rate has slowed down sharply.

The Three-Legged Cauldron has eighteen acquired treasure restrictions, yet it is still inferior to the Precious Bone Mausoleum. This shows how much resources are required to nurture an acquired treasure, while an innate treasure's Daoist charm arises naturally, which is much easier.

Qingling Tianjun kept talking, his eyes wide and bloodshot.

"In essence, the Mother-Child River is about merging suitable remnant souls together, so even the seventy-two treasure restrictions cannot compare to the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Only returning to the innate state after birth can completely change this."

He stepped closer to Yang He and continued to explain the wondrous uses of the Corpse Celestial.

Yang He smiled without saying a word, but he had already realized Qingling Tianjun's plan. The key to the Zimu River's return from the acquired to the innate state lay in the birth of a wisp of life.

As a primordial corpse energy, the Corpse Celestial Venerable is neither alive nor dead. If the Mother-Child River is used to nurture the corpse, the Mother-Child River may give birth to primordial energy the moment Yang He takes on the role of the Corpse Celestial Venerable.

The abortion spring is probably quite accurate, but Vairocana Buddha might choose to inform Yang He, as sacrificing one's innate energy would be reasonable.

such a pity.

Yang He was genuinely interested in the Zimu River and the Abortion Spring, so whether it was a conspiracy between the immortal and the Buddha or a public scheme, it was all a case of trying to get something from a tiger.

He feigned excitement, "Heavenly Lord, if I assist the Mother-Child River in creating a supreme innate treasure, wouldn't I be able to obtain a superior immortal position?"

"nature."

As Qingling Tianjun spoke, he took out a piece of amber crystal about half a meter in size.

Inside, half a corpse was sealed, which was none other than the Corpse Celestial Venerable.

Upon seeing this, Yang He couldn't help but wonder: since he was both dead and alive, it was inevitable that some of his corpses would be left behind. Hmm, just how many immortals and Buddhas had he collected?

"Your Majesty, is there anything specifically you need me to do?"

"After the Corpse Celestial Venerable was refined into the Mother-Child River, I was afraid that the turbid air would damage his spirituality. I hope you will swallow some of the Corpse Celestial Venerable's remains and protect him in the well for a few days. Don't worry, there will be no major problems."

Yang He sneered inwardly.

What harmed the spirit? It was clearly to prevent the 'Corpse Celestial' from possessing the Mother-Child River and affecting it, so they found a demon to act as a scapegoat.

The immortals and Buddhas must have already figured out the tricks of Yang He's possession. The Yellow-Eyebrowed King did this just in case, and even if he were to be incorporated into the Heavenly Court afterward, he would only be given a lowly position like that of a stable boy.

"Immortal Lord, do as you say."

Yang He said this, but what he was thinking was something else entirely. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he had to seize it, even if it meant offending the immortals and Buddhas.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Qingling Tianjun exclaimed "Good!" three times in a row, his excitement practically overflowing from his brows.

Without further hesitation, he threw the amber crystal into the deep well!

puff.

The skeleton was dropped into the well, but there was no sound of water hitting the water. Instead, it was like boiling water coming into contact with dry ice; the viscous black water instantly boiled.

Countless distorted faces emitted shrieks.

The soul in the Mother-Child River will not be completely destroyed, but it is still extremely fragile and suffers greatly from the erosion of the innate corpse energy.

Yang He frowned slightly, though it was barely perceptible; he was, after all, still human.

He couldn't remain indifferent; a hint of murderous intent crept into his mind.

"All methods lead to oneness, refine!!!"

With a flick of his whisk, Qingling Tianjun sent thousands of snow-white dust threads probing into the well as if they were alive. But the moment they entered the black water, the dust threads instantly transformed into blood vessels that proliferated and spread wildly.

The whisk was connected to the Corpse Celestial, gradually eroding the bones.

Rumble…

The Zimu River is the foundation of the Women's Kingdom, and Qingling Tianjun's actions are undoubtedly affecting the temple.

The ground began to shake violently, more intensely than ever before.

The sound coming from the depths of the well was no longer a soft sob, but a heart-wrenching wail.

at this time.

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

One after another, the piles of earthen jars around them thudded with a series of muffled sounds! Thick flesh and blood gushed from the mouths of the jars, quickly solidifying and forming the incarnations of brides within them!
They rushed towards Qingling Tianjun without hesitation, trying to stop him. "Hmph, stubborn fools!"

"I should never have chosen you as the vessel for the Women's Kingdom. You were born stupid. I thought you would be more sensible when I took over the Mother-Child River later."

Yang He glanced at Qingling Tianjun out of the corner of his eye. The Five Elders had personally planned the Women's Kingdom back then, so it was highly likely that the Four Emperors were also involved.

The entire Heavenly Court is rotten to the core in its struggle for self-preservation!

Qingling Tianjun didn't even look at it, and casually waved his index finger.

puff!

The incarnation of the bride in the jar seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, and was completely cut in half by the terrifying force. Fragments of flesh were scattered everywhere, and the severed upper body fell to the ground, still crawling futilely toward Qingling Tianjun.

Yang He stood there, somewhat unable to bear to look.

Perhaps the Kingdom of Women is twisted and bizarre.

But in the eyes of the Bride in the Jar, she had done her best to make the world ideal, but unfortunately, she was nothing more than a pawn of the gods and Buddhas from beginning to end.

Before it rotted into pus, the earthenware pot slightly turned its head.

Qingling Tianjun paid no attention, but Yang He knew that the bride in the jar was watching him, her eyes filled with resentment and disbelief.

It's as if it's asking: 'Why do you associate with immortals and Buddhas? Aren't you... also in the jar?'

Yang He turned his head away and sighed deeply.

Qingling Tianjun seemed to have merely swatted a few flies, and after a moment turned to look at Yang He, his tone carrying an unquestionable command.

"Now! Get down the well immediately! My divine powers will protect you!!"

"Your Majesty, what should I do?"

Qingling Tianjun said with a smile, "You should first sink to the eye of the river. After the Corpse Heavenly Venerable has been refined to about 70-80%, there will be a section of his spine left, which is exactly what you need to consume and refine."

He was already showing signs of impatience, and kept urging Yang He on.

Yang He nodded, then leaped into the bottomless well.

Seeing this, Qingling Tianjun was relieved. It was not easy to find a demon capable of devouring the spine of the Corpse Celestial Venerable. He had used the Ten Incarnations of Golden Cicada to lure a large number of demons, and only two of them fit the bill.

One demon is the Yellow-Eyebrowed King, and the other is the Inspiration King.

In Qingling Tianjun's opinion, Linggan Dawang was somewhat overwhelmed, but Yang He was different. He could digest a million blood delicacies without any problems, so it wouldn't be a problem to use it to accommodate the spine of Shi Tianzun for a moment.

"Once the Mother-Child River becomes a supreme innate treasure, whether it can replace the Six Paths of Reincarnation is not important. The key is for me to comprehend the Heavenly Dao through this object."

"In addition, there are nearly three million souls that have been reincarnated as mortals. As long as I can obtain them to refine pills, even if I advance to the Quasi-Saint level, I will not be without a chance of victory."

A hint of disdain appeared on Qingling Tianjun's lips. The other four emperors and five elders dared not descend to the mortal realm easily, fearing that they would be trapped in the Great Tribulation and unable to escape. Little did they know that the Great Tribulation was the best opportunity to become a saint.

Rumble.

The disturbances along the Zimu River intensified, and cracks began to spread across the ground.

Seeing that the skeleton had been mostly refined, Qingling Tianjun transmitted his thoughts: "Huang Mei, eat the spine, or you will suffer a terrible death."

His tone was icy, and he was certain that he had Yang He's life in his hands.

This is indeed the case.

Not long after, Qingling Tianjun sensed that Yang He had swallowed the spine in one gulp, and then focused all his attention on the postnatal to prenatal state of the Zimu River.

"Cough cough cough."

Yang He coughed incessantly, feeling as if he had just ventured deep into the upper reaches of the Zimu River, his five senses stripped away, and endless darkness enveloping him.

Yang He forced himself to calm down and prepared to respond.

hiss!
A sharp pain came from inside my left ear!

It didn't feel like it was caused by the erosion of the Zimu River, it was more like... something grew out of his ear?
With a thought, Yang He focused his inner consciousness.

Deep within the ear canal, a faint Buddhist light shone forth, then quickly coalesced, transforming into a young novice monk sitting cross-legged!

The young novice's eyebrows and eyes bore a striking resemblance to those of Vairocana Buddha, and his entire body was composed of pure Buddhist light, giving him a dignified and majestic appearance.

“Disciple Vairocana Buddha greets Uncle-Master Immaculate.”

Vairocana Buddha clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Yang He.

"This is a wisp of my wisdom light, which came to ask if I need to use my supernatural powers to help my master uncle get out of this predicament."

Yang He remained calm and composed; as expected, Vairocana Buddha did not trust him.

Even if they capture the Mother-Child River, the subsequent Abortion Spring will be extremely difficult to reach, and Vairocana Buddha will certainly not allow Yang He to make contact with it as he wishes.

Yang He remained calm and composed, replying through divine sense: "No need, I have my own plans. Withdraw your wisdom light; you may not appear unless I summon you."

Upon hearing this, Vairocana Buddha showed no surprise or insistence, and bowed respectfully once more: "I will obey my uncle's instructions."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huiguang completely disappeared from his ear canal, as if he had never existed.

Yang He narrowed his eyes. He was afraid that a head-on confrontation with Vairocana Buddha was unavoidable, but there was still room for maneuver. His disciple should be at the end of the Mother-Child River, where they could make further plans.

He then secretly communicated with the Corpse Celestial Venerable through the Immortal Transformation Technique.

The divine sense detected that the innate corpse energy had already spread to one-third of the Mother-Child River. It was unknown what other methods Qingling Heavenly Lord had. If it continued to accumulate, it was indeed possible to return to the innate state after birth.

"Can it be replicated?"

"No, there are very few acquired treasures with seventy-two layers of restrictions. Even the Three-Legged Cauldron cannot achieve this after a thousand years of nurturing, let alone the souls of nearly three million mortals. It's simply outrageous."

Yang He carefully controlled the innate corpse energy to merge into the Mother-Child River.

Suddenly!

Without warning, pairs of arms appeared and wrapped around Yang He's chest.

Yang He could feel the graceful woman pressed against his back.

puff!

Yang He's ribs could no longer bear the weight, and the woman's hands were about to tear apart the protective aura.

He froze, but did not use his demonic power to resist, and even deliberately restrained his protective aura.

Yang He understood that she was the bride in the jar.

The bride in the jar could not understand Yang He's actions. The betrayal of her own kind was perhaps more painful and infuriating to her than the oppression of the immortals and Buddhas.

Yang He didn't struggle and slowly said, "We are all the same."

"They were packed in different jars."

"You think I'm helping them? No... I'm... helping you."

"Falling into the Mother-Child River, my soul will be scattered, but... I also want to save the Kingdom of Women."

Trust me this once.

Yang He had just finished speaking.

The black waters of the Zimu River became clear, and the bride in the jar disappeared without a trace.

He licked his lips, and the Mother River no longer resisted him.

(End of this chapter)