Mythology

Chapter 512 completes the story of "The Ghost Daughter".

Yang He didn't know how long the battle between Vairocana Buddha and the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Daoist Temple would last.

When he played the Yellow-Eyebrowed King again, the entire Women's Kingdom was on the verge of collapse, with only the last twenty or thirty rooms remaining intact.

Rumble.

The palace shook violently. After Vairocana Buddha repeatedly used his telepathic powers, his flesh and bones were repeatedly altered and turned into a lump of rotten flesh.

The enormous, deformed body lay in the center of the ruins, still constantly adapting.

However, the newly grown limbs could not keep up with the rate at which the original limbs were collapsing. Dozens of heads drooped, their Buddhist light dimmed, and his mind-reading ability was already at the critical point, beginning to disintegrate from within.

Sun Wukong had already escaped his predicament and was squatting not far away, watching from the sidelines.

"That long-necked scoundrel finally got his comeuppance! Hahahaha!!"

He scratched his head and cheeks, his brows furrowed with a smug, hearty laugh. Then he shrunk the golden cudgel to the thinness of a needle and leisurely picked his teeth, showing no concern whatsoever for Yang He's defeat.

Pigsy was in another corner of the ruins.

He lay curled up, motionless, his hands wrapped around his head, his large body trembling slightly. He muttered nervously to himself.

If you listen carefully, you'll hear that the sounds are like dozens of people arguing.

"Old Pig, pack your things, it's about time to go."

Sun Wukong sensed a change in the aura of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field and realized that Yang He was about to appear, so he yawned and stretched.

Although Zhu Bajie lacked intelligence, he was startled when he heard Sun Wukong calling him, and immediately did as the latter said.

Puff puff.

One by one, the heads of Vairocana Buddha shattered, transforming into chaotic rays of light, while his flesh and bones slowly turned to ashes.

The process was not violent, but rather a chilling stillness.

Sun Wukong came to the corpse and urinated without restraint.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Sanzang appeared half a meter away without any warning.

“Master, since that’s the case, I’ll take my leave first.”

Sun Wukong bowed to all directions, grabbed Tang Sanzang with one hand and Zhu Bajie with the other, and then leaped away and disappeared.

Not long after the three of them left, Yang Hecai crawled out of the wall of flesh and blood.

Yang He had no intention of contacting Sun Wukong. Since the journey to the West to obtain the scriptures was already a natural progression, he did not want to interfere with them.

Continue westward, and you can obtain a large number of permanent character slots by idling.

Rumble.

Debris fell from the ceiling, while all the Buddha's light converged wildly towards the center, forming a single Buddhist bead like the ocean embracing all rivers.

Yang He turned his head and stared at the prayer beads. Without needing to comprehend them, the contents of his mind-reading technique flooded into his mind.

"A Golden Immortal of Hunyuan died so miserably in the Women's Kingdom, haha, and I didn't even have to lift a finger. What's the difference between this and waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump? The immortals and Buddhas are truly good at scheming."

Yang He had previously faced Qingling Tianjun; if he had gone with the flow, he would likely have been able to defeat him as well.

Just like a pre-ordained script, the two Hunyuan Golden Immortals came to the Women's Kingdom only to become stepping stones for themselves to advance further.

"And there's also this telepathy."

Yang He realized that the Buddhist beads were the foundation of Vairocana Buddha's thousands of years of arduous cultivation, and that refining them would allow him to fully inherit the supernatural power of telepathy.

This can avoid the time and effort wasted on replacing or repairing the Five-Colored Divine Light.

"hehe."

“Vairocana Buddha, what do you think?”

As Yang He spoke, a vibrant head appeared in his palm.

This head is one of the many heads of Vairocana Buddha, and it is also the one that Yang He's character possessed previously.

The only thing Yang He did while playing the role was to tell Vairocana Buddha that if he wanted to live, he should transfer his remnant soul into this head.

He returned to the main world, and a phantom head appeared in his loot list.

Yang He did not choose to exchange, so he could bring it to the world of the story as his possession. In the end, Vairocana Buddha was spared from disaster.

Vairocana Buddha opened his eyes and stared intently at the corpse.

"Why did Shakyamuni want me to be your stepping stone? Could the flaws in his telepathic abilities control you? Why did you want to kill me? Why?!"

Vairocana Buddha's face was full of resentment, and blood was flowing from his seven orifices.

Yang He did not reply, but sent a small amount of the medicinal power of the human-faced peach into his head, and fleshy buds began to grow on the neck of Vairocana Buddha.

However, due to the lack of attainment, Vairocana Buddha has fallen to the level of a Great Golden Immortal.

"Shakyamuni!!!"

Vairocana Buddha gritted his teeth, nearly going into a state of demonic possession again.

Yang He raised his eyes and remained silent. The immortals and Buddhas' explanation of his plan was that the Great Tribulation had driven them to the brink of destruction, and the sages were likely preparing to intervene, threatening to plunge the Three Realms into chaos.

Is the Kingdom of Women targeting them? Perhaps.

But the main purpose of the immortals and Buddhas was definitely not Yang He, but a rehearsal.

Yang He watched as the layers of the Daughter Kingdom crumbled from the inside out, and the black water mixed with the aura of the Void swept through the town. In a short while, the Taoist temple that the bride in the jar had refined was completely destroyed.

The structure of the Kingdom of Women is somewhat similar to that of the main world. The deliberately incorporated Mother-Child and Abortion Spring are meant to simulate the Six Paths of Reincarnation, but they are still futile and hopeless in the face of the Void.

Yang He guessed that what the immortals and Buddhas coveted was likely the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

He knew that the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field was already close to the Great Thousand Worlds, only lacking the Six Paths of Reincarnation. How could immortals and Buddhas not know this?

So the Zimu River and the Luotai Spring were handed over to him.

Vairocana Buddha kowtowed to the ground, overwhelmed with grief and indignation. Yang He interrupted him, saying, "I'll give you two choices: either have your consciousness erased and become my incarnation, or..."

Yang He paused for a few moments, noticed the struggle in Vairocana Buddha's eyes, and continued, "Either take the name Sha Wujing and follow Tang Sanzang westward. We will meet in the Pure Land."

"I……"

"Get lost if you don't want to die."

Yang Heyi flicked his hand, and the Zimu River, carrying the Vairocana Buddha, disappeared without a trace.

He did not leave the Kingdom of Women, but instead used the Zimu River to travel upstream. At this time, the royal palace had collapsed and was in ruins everywhere.

Suddenly, a very faint voice came from there.

Like a candle flickering in the wind, it carries the naivety unique to children, yet reveals a deep weariness.

"It's cold, it's so dark, Mother..."

Yang He couldn't hear the specifics clearly, but he quickly found the source of the sound.

Right at the edge of the crumbling palace walls.

The girl, about four or five years old, was wearing tattered and dirty coarse cloth clothes. She was curled up tightly in a ball, her little face buried in her knees, her shoulders trembling. She was not wearing an earthenware pot.

"What's your name?"

The girl stopped sobbing and clutched the hem of her clothes, looking lost and confused.

Yang He reached out and gently stroked the girl's head. Judging from her appearance alone, she bore a six or seven-tenths resemblance to himself, as if they were related by blood.

It shouldn't be an illusion.

Yang He realized that the bride in the jar had used the corpse of the Corpse Celestial Venerable to reshape her physical body in order to prevent the girl from being unable to leave the Daughter Kingdom.

"Mother... Mother called me... Yang Qi..."

"Come with me?"

Yang Qi nodded heavily and took Yang He's hand.

Yang He's expression was complicated. He touched Yang Qi's forehead with his index finger, and memories of the girl flashed before his eyes.

He originally thought Yang Qi would be the bride in the jar, but it turned out she wasn't.

Memories flash back to more than ten years ago, when the bride in the jar was about to be placed on the earthen jar, the old maid couldn't bear to hide her in the well.

in fact……

The bride in the jar could have survived. However, after the soldiers left, the bride in the jar heard sobbing in the darkness, so she climbed out of the well and found a little girl still breathing among the corpses in the morgue next door.

The bride in the jar leads the little girl to the well where they are hiding.

She deliberately lured the soldiers away, but was eventually captured. The little girl died at the bottom of the well due to her frail health, and the ceremony to select the king began smoothly.

The bride in the jar became an immortal as the gods and Buddhas had planned, and the Kingdom of Women was transformed into a sacred place.

The remaining souls, including the girl's, exist eternally in the Kingdom of Women as evil spirits.

Yang He never expected that the bride in the jar, in order to make up for her regret, would leave the only chance to live to the girl, while she herself would be completely destroyed.

"Ugh."

Yang He carefully examined Yang Qi's body and soul. Although he only possessed a wisp of Yang fire, he was indeed a living person, somewhat resembling the former Corpse Dao Child.

At the same time, the Kingdom of Women was completely destroyed, witnessed by the mountains.

The surroundings fell silent.

[The storyline "Women's Kingdom" is complete; permanent character slots: 3]

[Should a permanent character, "Mother River," be generated?]

[Should I create a permanent character named "Abortion Spring"?]

Yang He, who plays the Yellow-Eyebrowed King, is also on the verge of death, and this is confirmed one by one.

[The permanent characters <Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field> and <Mother-Child River> are compatible and meet the fusion conditions. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

[The permanent characters <Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dojo> and <Abortion Spring> are compatible and meet the fusion requirements. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

"Confirmed, integrate into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field."

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field is trembling, and a transformation is about to occur.

Yang He had no intention of continuing in the world of historical allusions, so he chose to stop and erase all traces of himself, especially ensuring that the remains of the permanent characters did not fall into the hands of immortals and Buddhas.

He was about to return to the main world when he noticed that the panel's prompts hadn't ended yet.

[Should I generate a permanent character <Daughter Kingdom>?]

"It seems the Bride in the Jar has handed over control of the Women's Kingdom to me directly."

"It's a pleasant surprise, confirmed."

[The permanent characters <Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dojo> and <Daughter Kingdom> are compatible and meet the fusion requirements. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

"Fusion."

Unbeknownst to many, the number of celestial palaces connected to the Myriad Transformations Celestial Dojo has exceeded thirty. Once they begin to deeply integrate, it will surely be devastating.

Moreover, Yang He also had the opportunity to visit three sacred sites associated with sages.

These are the Jade Void Palace associated with Ghost True Lord, the Biyou Palace associated with Corpse Heavenly Venerable, and the Nuwa Palace associated with Immaculate Buddha.

Yang He planned to begin his search as soon as he advanced to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm.

boom.

The Kingdom of Women has vanished like smoke, leaving behind only a barren wasteland.

Yang He's gaze was fixed on a place a hundred miles away, where Tang Sanzang and his disciples set sail again. Immediately afterward, the Yellow-Eyebrowed King's consciousness was plunged into darkness.

Your character, the Yellow-Robed Demon, has died; the story has ended.

.........

[Whether you inherit the rewards from multiple permanent characters, you will receive the following benefits]

The attainment of Vairocana Buddha

Inner Demons

An earthenware pot containing primordial energy.

Yang Qi

Yang He was completely taken aback. He had anticipated this, as his position and inner demons had already anticipated it. The earthen jar must have been brought into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field along with the Women's Kingdom, and the innate energy hidden inside must have been collected by the bride in the jar.

But who is Yang Qi?

He looked at the illusory figures before him that represented the harvest.

It is indeed Yang Qi. Why is he included in the harvest? You should know that Yang He once tried to carry living creatures, but only wild animals and evil spirits were recognized by the panel. He never succeeded in carrying living people.

Yang He seemed to be deep in thought, perhaps because Yang Qi was essentially his own flesh and blood.

Corpse Celestial is undoubtedly the most resident character closest to the true form.

"Should we exchange it?"

Yang He's face showed helplessness. Now that the main world is about to collapse, the ancients will not be affected in the slightest. Moreover, Yang Qi has lived in the Women's Kingdom since childhood, and his memories are extremely fragmented.

"Exchange it."

The black cat, which had been idle for a long time, emerged from Yang He's body and stared intently at the distance.

Yang Qi appeared timidly, clutching Yang He's clothes tightly, her eyes filled with fear as she looked around at this completely unfamiliar world.

Her small body trembled slightly, and she opened her mouth several times but couldn't say anything.

"Don't be afraid."

Yang He was unusually gentle, squatting down and gently patting Yang Qi's back. "I don't have time to take care of you, but I will take you to meet a relative. You can live with him from now on."

Yang Qi looked up, her eyes filled with confusion and a hint of dependence, and nodded obediently.

Yang He took Yang Qi's hand and stepped out. The surrounding scenery instantly changed.

The next moment, they found themselves in the market of Peibai City, where people came and went, vendors hawked their wares, and the streets were bustling with life.

Yang He swept his gaze across the bustling crowd and landed in front of a stall.

The old man had gray hair but a straight back. He was tidying up the vegetables with a smile. Behind him was a boy who looked seven or eight parts like Yang He and was leading a donkey.

Yang He smiled, the old man being none other than Old Man Yang.

Although the son was a puppet, he could stay with Old Man Yang at all times, and the vendors in the market all praised Old Man Yang for his son's filial piety.

Yang He pushed Yang Qi forward.

"Go."

Yang Qi walked into the crowd in a daze, seemingly attracted by the lively scene, yet also somewhat afraid, after all, he had never seen such a vibrant world before.

She instinctively wanted to ask Yang He for help, but he had already disappeared.

At this moment.

After tidying up the goods, Old Man Yang habitually gave his young son some instructions, but his gaze suddenly fixed on Yang Qi, who was not far away.

His smile froze as a flood of unfamiliar memories flashed through his mind.

My youngest son got married seven years ago, but his wife died of a cold, leaving behind a granddaughter named Yang Qi.

"Daughter...Daughter? Why aren't you at home? Why are you at the market?"

Old Man Yang patted Yang Qi's head reproachfully, then picked him up in his arms.

He let Yang Qi ride on his shoulders, complaining as he quickly blended into the bustling market and gradually became part of the town.

Yang He stood at a distance, quietly watching this scene until the three generations of the family had disappeared from sight.

"Old Man Yang will live to be a hundred years old without any problem. There's no need to extend his lifespan further. In a few decades, ghosts and gods will descend to the mortal world, and the main world will definitely not be peaceful."

"May he live out his life happily."

Yang He smiled and shook his head, while noticing that there were at least a hundred cultivators in Peibai City, and each of them had a strange and unusual lineage.

"anyway."

"The mortals of the main world are my offspring, so I should be able to take them to the world of legends, right?"

"It doesn't seem to make much sense, but we might give it a try after the Investiture of the Gods is restarted."

Yang He was very curious: the mortal version of the main world would not become ghosts and gods, but would retain the ghost realm. How would their strength compare to that of the immortals and Buddhas in the Journey to the West: Great Tribulation?
(End of this chapter)