Mythology

Chapter 509 Scaring Away the Azure Spirit Heavenly Lord
Qingling Tianjun sat cross-legged at the mouth of the well. As he opened and closed his mouth, one end of the Zimu River flowed into his brow, and his body was filled with a surge of Yin energy.

The Taoist robe instantly ripped apart, turning into pieces of cloth that drifted down.

The exposed body was no longer human!
Just as Yang He guessed, Qingling Tianjun had likely been cultivating by eating people for hundreds of years, which caused his body and soul to completely lose control.

He had no trace of the air of a sage; as his back stretched, he resembled a maggot, or rather, an earthworm whose skin had been peeled off.

Its body surface was wet and sticky, constantly oozing a foul-smelling mucus. Only its head could barely maintain its facial features, but at this moment, it was also hideous and terrifying due to the release of its soul, and its mouth opened and closed uncontrollably.

Many eyes turned toward the palace, filled with terror.

"Hey Hey."

Qingling Tianjun not only didn't care, but instead raised his head and looked sideways, as if a higher-dimensional being was looking down on an ant, and was very satisfied with the current situation.

"The immortal techniques taught by the Jade Emperor are indeed profound. Once I digest the nourishment from the Mother-Child River, my immortal body will be able to advance even further."

Qingling Tianjun's eyes widened, with most of the whites of his eyes occupied and his pupils shrank to pinpoints. The sound he made had turned into a hoarse whine.

He was just waiting for the Zimu River to return to its original state. Now that the people in the jars of the Daughter Kingdom were no longer resisting, they would surely develop innate energy within six months.

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the opportunity at the Mother-Child River is within reach."

Thinking of this, Qingling Tianjun inadvertently looked down into the well, his figure motionless, as if he had already accepted his fate.

"Sun Wukong is also in the Women's Kingdom, so Yang He will definitely come."

"Perhaps we're already upstream."

Qingling Tianjun's divine sense swept around the palace, passing over many immortals, Buddhas, demons, and monsters, and finally landed on the Yellow-Eyebrowed King. Could it be... that this demon is an incarnation that Yang He deliberately hid?
The moment the thought arose, my mind was stirred.

Qingling Tianjun recalled his interactions with Huangmei Dawang and realized that he had never doubted anything from beginning to end. With tens of thousands of years of experience, he shouldn't have been so reckless.

Not right.

Qingling Tianjun's breathing became heavy, and his physical and spiritual condition worsened.

"I was ordered to descend to the mortal realm to collect the Mother-Child River. It is absolutely impossible that this was part of someone else's scheme. It must have been a matter of chance and a sudden impulse."

"As long as we pay close attention, it won't affect the overall situation."

Qingling Tianjun had almost fallen into obsession, but this also allowed his Dao heart to stabilize, and he closed his eyes to wait for the key to return from the acquired to the innate.

The well was filled with wailing and howling, and Yang He's situation was equally dire.
After Yang He took control of a portion of the Mother-Child River, he felt the joys and sorrows of nearly three million souls flooding into his mind like a burst dam.

He could clearly perceive the emotions of countless mortals.

Even a vast amount of unfamiliar memory fragments would appear out of nowhere in the Niwan Palace, and the lives of the people of the Women's Kingdom would flash back in time.

"All the mortals of the present-day Daughter Kingdom were wiped out more than a decade ago. It was only thanks to the Abortion Spring that they were able to revive in the temple."

Veins bulged on Yang He's forehead. After becoming a soul, the mortal gradually recalled the deaths he had experienced, and an indescribable, overwhelming resentment began to accumulate.

If the resentment of a soul cannot be vented, it will soon turn into a ghost.

Yang He hesitated for a moment, then drew the resentment into his body.

"Well."

He groaned. The sheer number of souls in the Mother-Child River was terrifying. Even though he could bear some of the resentment, he was still overwhelmed by the impact of nearly three million strands of resentment.

The Zimu River boiled, and souls converged towards Yanghe.

Just as Yang He was about to give up, the Myriad Transformation Tree quietly took root in the Niwan Palace, and its resentment found an outlet, wrapping itself around the roots.

The resentment then formed a dark cloud above the temple.

Yang He did not interfere, but Yin Du, who was deep underground, could no longer hold back.

Yindu is frantically absorbing resentment, and all the buildings are expanding at this moment.

"Yes, resentment cannot be held back without restraint; it is a valuable thing."

Yang He actively absorbed the resentment, mainly to protect his body and soul with his protective Xuan Guang. The resentment could cause the Yellow-Eyebrow King's body to continue to spiral out of control, making the time bomb even more indescribable.

Since death is inevitable anyway, the more spectacular the death, the better.

Click click click.

Yang He's protective aura was overwhelmed, and spiderweb-like cracks spread all over his body.

"I... need the tendons of a demon..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the Zimu River trembled slightly.

In the eyes of the bride in the jar, Yang He's actions were to bear the suffering of the people of the Women's Kingdom, so no request was too much.

Before long, the dark waves swept in, carrying a long, narrow dragon tendon.

"Another genius of inspiration."

Yang He chuckled. The Inspiration King was also in a sorry state. His limbs hadn't even grown back yet when the dragon tendons were once again peeled off by the bride in the jar.

He dared not delay and swallowed the dragon tendon in one gulp while it was still fresh and hot.

Yang He once again used the Great Mystic Technique of Acquired Wisdom Root, and the dragon tendons became Yang He's extra organ, helping the protective mystic light to restrain his restless body.

After completing everything, he barely managed to stabilize the body and soul of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King.

The resentment of the Zimu River has been largely absorbed, and the credit mainly goes to Yindu, which has brought about earth-shattering changes to the underworld.

The area of ​​Yindu expanded dramatically, and the lingering evil spirits became solidified.

Although it won't immediately create another cycle of reincarnation, it will undoubtedly lay a solid foundation for the 'new underworld' of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

The Zimu River gradually became clearer, and the souls stopped wailing.

Just as Yang He was preparing for his next move, Qingling Tianjun's murmur came from the wellhead, "How could the resentment accumulated in the Mother-Child River for hundreds of years dissipate overnight? Could there be another change?"

A divine consciousness, almost tangible, peered into the Mother-Child River.

Yang He interrupted the flow of resentment, and after a long time, Qingling Tianjun withdrew his divine sense, and the blood vessels that had extended into the Zimu River increased by more than ten times.

Qingling Tianjun accelerated the refining of the Zimu River, causing the river water temperature to surge.

The depth of resentment is not very meaningful for returning to one's original state after birth; it only means that the soul has stopped struggling, which should save some time.

Yang He knew that the next step was crucial to the ownership of the Zimu River.

Taking advantage of Qingling Tianjun's lack of attention, he revealed a trace of his aura in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, with a faint golden mist undulating within half a meter around him, and the Twenty-Four Heavens descended.

The Mother River instinctively rejects the myriad transformations of the Heavenly Dao Field.

Seeing this, Yang He continued to reassure them, "We alone cannot shake the immortals and Buddhas. Only by working together can we find a glimmer of hope."

He was clearly overstepping his bounds; the bride in the jar already represented unconditional trust.

The river calmed down, and the twenty-four heavens gradually merged into the Mother-Child River.

Because the Twenty-Four Heavens were originally innate treasures, the Mother-Child River seemed to be about to give birth to innate energy.

Uncontrollable bursts of laughter emanated from the wellhead.

"Don't resist."

Yang Heyi, not content with his current actions, decided to integrate the entire Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field into the Women's Kingdom.

To deal with a Primordial Golden Immortal, one must exert every effort.

"However, we must first make the Mother-Child River a supreme innate treasure, otherwise even if it is integrated into the Daoist temple, it will probably be difficult to facilitate the establishment of reincarnation."

However, this also has its drawbacks. Yang He's exposure of his intentions regarding the Mother-Child River means that the Abortion Spring can no longer rely on underhanded tactics.

"Come!!"

With a slight thought, Yang He's roots quietly spread into the Mother-Child River.

As the Heavenly Dao of the Daoist temple, the Myriad Transformation Tree is undergoing refinement as it merges into the Mother-Child River, preparing for the formation of the Celestial Court.

Yang He carefully controlled the Myriad Transformation Tree, pushing the Mother-Child River towards a transformation from acquired to innate, without alerting the enemy.

The bride in the jar was clearly cooperating with the Heavenly Dao Tree, and the process went exceptionally smoothly. Although Qingling Tianjun was a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, he was, after all, in the Women's Kingdom, and his rationality was becoming increasingly deranged, leaving some flaws in his divine sense.

More than ten days have passed.

The Zimu River is no longer viscous and black; it is now crystal clear. Countless souls still float and sink within it, but the water ripples with a faint spiritual light.

Yang He has completed the initial refining of the Mother-Child River. Even without generating a permanent character, the Mother-Child River can already be considered a celestial realm.

Qingling Tianjun's heart pounded like a drum, and the instinct of the Mother-Child River to nurture its offspring was palpable.

About a hundred days have passed.

In Qingling Tianjun's view, the connection between the Zimu River and the Daughter Kingdom had become weak, as if it might break free of its bond at any moment.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Qingling Tianjun laughed incessantly, his shrill voice perfectly matching his inhuman appearance.

"It's done! It's done! The innate stage is approaching, the Great Dao is within reach!!!"

His slender body writhed continuously, and his divine sense faintly detected a wisp of innate energy.

"Those old fogies in the Heavenly Court don't dare to descend to the mortal realm, giving me the opportunity to advance to Quasi-Saint. They deserve to guard the Heavenly Court to the death!"

"The path to greatness is within reach!!!"

Qingling Tianjun roared without restraint. The only threat from the Women's Kingdom was Vairocana Buddha, who had already reached the end and was probably about to reach a critical point in collecting the Abortion Spring.

They had no time to spare for the Zimu River; the opportunity was already theirs to seize.

"Rise for me!"

As the whiskers flew up, Qingling Tianjun suddenly lifted himself up!
Rumble!
The palace buildings collapsed, and Qingling Tianjun's actions had shaken the foundation of the Women's Kingdom. Strangely, the bride in the jar remained unmoved.

A hint of doubt flickered across his face, but he quickly became engrossed in the dramatic changes at the Zimu River.

The pile of earthen jars shattered one after another, and foul-smelling blood gushed out from them. The Kingdom of Women was on the verge of collapse.

The benevolent mother, the chief agricultural officer, the boss... those monsters imagined by the bride in the jar wanted to stop Qingling Tianjun, but they turned into a pile of mud before they even reached the palace.

"It went too smoothly."

"It didn't even require Yang He; it was completed much earlier than expected."

As Qingling Tianjun pondered, his expression stiffened again. The moment he considered Yang He's plan, he felt that the Refining Mother-Child River was full of loopholes.

But a thought kept telling me that things were going smoothly because the tide was in my favor.

Qingling Tianjun shook his head in frustration, only to discover that his memory was faulty.

He vaguely remembered meeting the Jade Emperor in the Lingxiao Palace, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall the specifics.

thump.

dong dong.

A sound like a heartbeat came from the Zimu River.

The Qingling Heavenly Lord's consciousness was immediately occupied by the Mother-Child River. He raised his arms high on his back, and his blood vessels extended into the Mother-Child River, constantly churning.

He took a deep breath, as if savoring the innate energy he had longed for.

Then, when Qingling Tianjun eagerly plunged into the bottom of the well, the ecstasy on his face instantly froze, turning into disbelief and astonishment.

Empty?!

Not only did the Yellow-Eyebrowed King, who was supposed to be on the verge of death, disappear without a trace, but nearly three million souls in the Mother-Child River also vanished as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving no trace behind!
The river shimmered with a vibrant light, yet... it was utterly still!

"No...impossible!!!"

Qingling Tianjun clutched his head, his fingertips digging into his skull. The sudden turn of events had thrown his mind into chaos, and his suspicions seemed to be coming true.

"Uhhhhh!!!"

His inhuman body began to multiply wildly!

The surface of the body rapidly bulged and burst, protruding numerous deformed and bizarre limbs. The figure was no longer recognizable as an immortal and was irreversibly turning towards demons.

The head of the Azure Spirit Heavenly Lord was violently deformed, his chin was elongated, and sharp teeth grew in his mouth.

"Who is it?! Who has stolen my destiny?!"

"Could it be the Jade Emperor?!"

"I have served the Heavenly Court for tens of thousands of years!!"

The tyrannical divine consciousness spread to the Kingdom of Women, stirring up thick smoke and dust.

At this moment, the world suddenly changed!
The sky, which had been shrouded in dark clouds, suddenly burst forth with brilliant light, and then a blazing sun appeared out of nowhere and hung high in the sky.

Upon closer inspection, the sun is clearly an enormous eye.

He was indifferently looking down at the Kingdom of Women.

Before Qingling Tianjun could react, craggy mountains rose up from the ground around the palace, climbing at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye, they centered on the palace.

"Magic circle?"

"A grand scheme of heaven and earth, who could it be?"

Qingling Tianjun barely regained his senses and noticed that the well had collapsed, indicating that the weakness of the Zimu River had shifted elsewhere.

He was breathing rapidly. If the magic array continued to improve, the Daughter Kingdom might very well become a prison.

I'm reluctant to leave.

It wouldn't be difficult for Qingling Tianjun to find a flaw in the Mother-Child River again, but he was already having second thoughts. His Dao heart was desperately suppressing his desire for the opportunity, fearing that he would fall into madness.

"We cannot stay any longer; we must return to Heaven."

He let out a long roar and, before the large magic array could be fully formed, transformed into a beam of light and left the Women's Kingdom in just a few breaths.

The mountain range showed no sign of stopping, but after a long while, a figure appeared in front of the palace gate.

Yang He frowned. It was an unexpected surprise that he could scare away Qingling Tianjun. He had originally planned to use Huangmei Dawang to stop the latter.

However... Qingling Tianjun's every move was rather strange.

Yang He suspected that there was internal strife in the Heavenly Court, which was likely caused by the resurrected Jade Emperor and Queen Mother of the West, and that the Four Emperors and Five Elders were even killing each other.

The Heavenly Court seemed to attach great importance to the Zimu River, but in reality, it only sent Qingling Tianjun.

how to say.

It felt like they were using the Zimu River to test something.

"Are you testing me? Or are you referring to the Three Pure Ones who have vanished without a trace?"

The integration of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Daoist Temple into the Women's Kingdom relied entirely on the Zimu River as a medium.

The Zimu River nurtured a wisp of innate energy, but there was no time to further refine it.

Yang Heqiang suppressed his distracting thoughts and was just about to head to the end of the Zimu River to prevent Vairocana Buddha from taking away the Abortion Spring in advance.

"kindness?"

Yang He looked toward the entrance to the palace, only to see the bride in the jar embracing an earthenware pot, standing there timidly staring at Yang He.

Upon seeing Yang He's gaze, the bride in the jar put down the earthenware pot and turned to leave.

"This is……"

Yang He picked up the earthen jar; sealed inside was his inner demon.

He directly entered the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, then slipped into a crevice in the corner, and headed towards the deepest part of the Women's Kingdom via the Mother-Child River.

(End of this chapter)