Mythology

Chapter 513 First Visit to Nuwa Palace

"Time is running out for the main world. Even if the Investiture of the Gods is restarted, it will be impossible to reach the peak of the immortals and Buddhas. Bringing people into the story is not very meaningful."

Yang He shook his head. At present, it seems that the descent of ghosts and gods into the mortal world will at most give birth to a batch of true immortals.

He stared at Pei Baicheng, then couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

"Well."

Yang He frowned slightly. The commotion at the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field was intensifying, mainly because the Mother-Child River and the Abortion Spring were merging into the Nine-Bend Yellow Spring.

He has been suppressing the two things because he doesn't want to waste the nourishment from returning to one's innate nature.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to refine the inner demons, and then, with the help of the Mother-Child River and the Abortion Spring, to reach the Great Luo Golden Immortal perfection in one go. After that, go to the world of the legends to try to become a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

Yang He did not linger in Peibai City any longer; in a flash, he had already traversed a thousand miles.

In the blink of an eye, we returned to the original site of Qianyuan Mountain.

"It seems that I'm not the only one who has broken through the bottleneck; there are quite a few disciples who are undergoing tribulation as well."

Yang He smiled as his seven disciples successively advanced to the Returning Void Realm and began their tribulations. As the Heavenly Dao, he could actually influence the strength of the tribulations.

"If you receive the resources of the Daoist temple and are stuck at the Guixu Realm with no progress, then you should honestly try to become an immortal or a Buddha through the Investiture of the Gods. However, in doing so, your upper limit will be fixed."

The disciples were quite promising, possessing part of Yang He's immortal body, plus ample resources, which would be considered the treatment of second-generation disciples of both religions in the Investiture of the Gods.

Rumble.

When the Yin energy becomes extremely chaotic, even mountains and rivers show signs of turning to ashes.

Only the towering Wanhua Tree remained relatively stable, its branches and leaves swaying as it passed, constantly revealing the vast Three Thousand Great Daos.

"Through the insights of mortal cultivators, the Myriad Transformation Tree has become increasingly closer to the Heavenly Dao."

Yang He sat cross-legged under the shade of a tree and quickly calmed the strange phenomenon in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. During this time, thirty or forty grotto-heavens and immortal courts were absorbing and releasing yin energy. If he was not careful, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field would collapse.

After all, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field is merely a minor world.

Even with the support of his Daoist temple, Yang He could still contend with a Primordial Golden Immortal, but the Lesser Thousand Worlds are far too fragile compared to the Greater Thousand Worlds.

He dared not delay and exchanged the sealed inner demons.

Yang He opened his mouth and swallowed the inner demon. In an instant, his brain buzzed, as if a ladle of ice water had been dripped into boiling oil, and his body and soul were about to explode!

Flesh and skin writhed, and a distorted human face roamed all over the body.

Two opposing forces of consciousness, sharing the same origin, fiercely vied for dominance, causing Yang He to sometimes appear ferocious like an evil spirit and at other times solemn like a Buddha.

The extreme pain continued, but Yang He's consciousness was honed to become increasingly sharp.

He clearly felt that he was gradually approaching the Dharma form of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, and his soul split in two and merged into two supernatural powers.

"Exchange for innate energy."

Yang Heshun incorporated a wisp of innate energy into the three-legged cauldron. This was certainly not enough to create an innate treasure, but it was more than enough to lay a foundation.

I don’t know how long it has been.

Under the torment of having his soul torn apart, Yang He's Dao heart was like an iron blank that had been repeatedly forged, with impurities being removed and its essence becoming more refined.

boom!
The immense power finally broke through a certain critical point and erupted within his body!

Yang He's Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field is the Niwan Palace. At this moment, two Great Luo Golden Immortal Dharma Images with completely different auras have condensed in the sky above the Dao Field.

That's right, the Five-Colored Divine Light's cultivation level has quietly caught up.

Once the Five-Colored Divine Light is complete, progress is rapid, and there are almost no bottlenecks in climbing along the path of the Immortal Transformation Technique.

The avatar of the Immortal Transformation Technique has four heads and eight arms. Its main body is a constantly churning shadow that seems to devour all light, and its four faces are covered with different strange Nuo masks.

The form of the Five-Colored Divine Light was constantly changing. The colorful light and shadow barely maintained the outline of a human figure. It had no clear face, no fixed form, only chaotic uncertainty.

His aura subsided, and the Dharma forms created by his two supernatural powers disappeared.

The Dharma form is the manifestation of supernatural powers. To use it freely and advance to the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal, or even to take a shortcut like the Buddha, one might need to be a Quasi-Saint.

Yang He opened his eyes; his cultivation level had reached the 'Dharma Form' of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

"This period of seclusion..."

Yang He swept across the mortal world, his divine sense covering most of the Great Si territory.

Thirteen years have passed in the blink of an eye since I became an immortal. Even with a firm Dao heart, I can't help but feel a tremor in my heart.

"The ghosts and gods will be around fifty years away, much earlier than expected."

Yang He looked up at the sun overhead and realized it was no illusion; the sun was significantly larger than usual, and many areas in Dasi were already suffering from drought, with the Central Plains region experiencing drought for more than four years.

In the relatively better north, large areas have been planted with grain. Despite the drought, at least there have been no cases of people exchanging their own children for food.

Yang He pointed at the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, and seven or eight mountains descended to the ground.

Thick fog swirled above, and one could vaguely see the terraced fields cleared up by the Taoist boy, which were originally used to grow medicinal herbs but are now used as food.

Yang He didn't feel it was a pity, as all ordinary people in the world were also his resources.

The situation on Earth will worsen over time. The drought has only just begun, and soon both natural and man-made disasters will occur. We must hurry and stockpile enough food to sustain tens of millions of people for more than ten years.

Yang Hechuan read this to Wang Lan, instructing the imperial court to send farmers to the immortal mountain to cultivate the land.

"The grain cycle can be compressed to one ripening every twenty days, but it may affect the nutrients of the Myriad Transformation Tree. However, we can't worry about that now."

After weighing the pros and cons, Yang He decided to have the ordinary people in remote areas evacuate to the Central Plains.

Almost at the same time the order was given, several leaves on the Myriad Transformation Tree suddenly turned yellow, foreshadowing that the large-scale migration of mortals would inevitably breed disaster.

The Tree of Myriad Transformations already possesses some of the divine wonders of the Heavenly Dao.

Yang He did not interfere. If he were too soft-hearted, and if disaster were to sweep through the Grand Secretariat in twenty or thirty years, he would be unable to take care of everyone.

"It's not difficult to reach the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm; the next step is to break through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm."

"The foundation of the two supernatural abilities is not a problem, but..."

Yang He frowned slightly; the Five-Colored Divine Light was indeed far from the Immortal Transformation Technique.

The form of the Five-Colored Divine Light is not human-shaped. If it were to advance to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, its supernatural power would be less than one-tenth or one-twelfth of the Immortal Transformation Technique.

"Does this mean we should switch to mind-reading techniques?"

Yang He exchanged for one of the fruits of Vairocana Buddha.

"No, his mind-reading ability is clearly a scheme by Shakyamuni. Once the cultivation method is changed, the Five-Colored Divine Light will have an indescribable flaw."

Yang He swallowed hard, staring intently at the dazzling Buddhist light in his palm, where the power of Vairocana Buddha was constantly circulating.

Once refined, the Five-Colored Divine Light can combine with the Mind-Reading Ability.

"Shakyamuni wanted to influence me through his telepathic powers, but he probably doesn't know that the Five-Colored Divine Light is a combination of three supernatural powers. Perhaps the drawbacks of his telepathic powers won't appear; on the contrary..."

Yang He's thoughts were stirring, and the fruit seemed to sense his momentary hesitation and a persistent greed.

suddenly.

The Buddha's light has increased dramatically.

The fruit position transformed into a Sanskrit character and swiftly headed towards Yang He's brow!

Upon contact with the skin, the gentle Buddhist light soothed the restlessness in Yang He's heart, and the injuries to his soul were completely healed. His spiritual position dimmed slightly, and he then followed the Yin energy to the Niwan Palace.

"What a plan!"

Yang He woke up with a start, then plunged his index finger into his brow.

The intense pain suppressed the allure of the fruit of enlightenment.

Yang He reacted extremely quickly, almost instinctively, his index finger already gripping the fruit, then forcibly pulling it out of his body, blood gushing out. He coldly stared at the fruit, the Buddhist light struggling violently, emitting a burning sound.

"Shakyamuni was indeed up to no good, but it is an indisputable fact that his mind-reading ability is suitable for the Five-Colored Divine Light, and the discovery of the Great Luo Golden Immortal should be the last chance for him to change his cultivation."

Yang He seemed to be deep in thought, and summoned the panel to view the sect's history.

Nuwa Palace: 1/1 (0%)

Jade Void Palace: 1/1 (0%)

Biyou Palace: 1/1 (0%)

The Nuwa Palace was previously inaccessible until the start of the Journey to the West: Great Tribulation.

"Perhaps we can only seek help from sages. Sages' dojos must have a large number of lineages passed down. The Dao fruits and seeds from the Investiture of the Gods can greatly enhance one's comprehension. Hmm, visualizing the Goddess Nuwa would also work."

Yang He's furrowed brows relaxed; there was another benefit to visiting the sect's historical sites.

He deliberately avoided both the immortals and the Buddhas. The Journey to the West calamity had almost driven the Heavenly Court and the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss crazy, and they would definitely test him again next.

Lay a foundation in the sect's history and traditions to avoid being caught off guard later.

"The Three Pure Ones are definitely not an option. Why not try the Nuwa Palace? It doesn't even require any resources; you can simply visualize the sage from afar."

"Anyway, at most one chance will be wasted. If it doesn't work out, just leave Nuwa Palace as soon as possible."

Yang He no longer hesitated and continued to suppress the postnatal return to the innate state of the Mother-Child River and the Abortion Spring, which might cause damage to the Celestial Court.

[Would you like to consume 1 point of Spiritual Vision to enter Nuwa Palace?]

"determine."

Please select the Taoist temple where you serve in the Nuwa Palace.

[Tuan Tu Guan: You are a true disciple of Nuwa Palace, ordered to guard the temple where the goddess refines vessels. Now, the soil is seeping blood, the clay figurines are crying at night, and the sacred statue is slowly shedding its skin.]

[The Heaven-Mending Pavilion: You are a true disciple of the Nuwa Palace, responsible for maintaining the rubble left behind from mending the heavens. Thick black water seeps from the cracks, and vein-like patterns appear on the stone surface. The disciples on duty have all disappeared.]

[Demon Register Hall: You are a true disciple of Nuwa Palace, in charge of the register of all demons' transformations. You fed the demons kept in the hall, but as a result, all the demons died tragically overnight.]

Yang He secretly marveled at how worthy it was of being a sacred place, feeling that great opportunities lay everywhere.

Unfortunately, he wanted to meet the Goddess Nuwa and didn't want to waste his chances exploring the Daoist temple, since the cooldown period for entering a sage's Daoist temple is at least half a year.

Yang He continued to use his spiritual vision, refreshing it three times in a row before stopping.

[Intestines and Vessels: You are a true disciple of Nuwa's Palace, guarding the Pool of Creation, where all things are made. The pool's water has become murky over time, and soon it will be the day when Goddess Nuwa arrives.]

"Let's choose this one, Intestine Mountain and Abdominal Sea. It should give us a chance to face the Goddess Nuwa directly."

Yang He's only worry was the Immaculate Buddha. Since the sect's history couldn't be changed and the permanent character couldn't be replaced, he hoped that nothing unexpected would happen to him, the traitor of Nuwa Palace.

The moment he silently confirmed it, his consciousness spun around.

.........

Once Yang He regained consciousness, he immediately held his breath.

A strong smell of rust wafted towards them, and they realized they were in a vast, deep palace.

What comes into view is the so-called Pool of Living Beings.

The Pool of Living Beings was nothing more than a thick pool of blood, with viscous plasma churning inside, occasionally bubbling up and bursting to release a nauseating stench.

Yang He couldn't discern the depth of the Spirit Pool; it seemed to lead directly to the Netherworld. Occasionally, swollen limbs would float up and down before being swallowed by the pool water.

"Hiss, Nuwa must have gone mad by now."

"The Tongtian Sect Leader of Biyou Palace was similar, but he was decisive and abandoned the sect, which prevented him from continuing to sink into depravity."

Her spiritual vision surged, and Nuwa Palace was filled with a tangible sense of oppression.

Yang He gasped, stretching his limbs stiffly. He hadn't played the role of the Immaculate Buddha for a long time, so he was inevitably a little uncomfortable.

He discovered that the Buddha Vimalakirti's lifespan had reached 87,000 years.

If one can become an immortal in a thousand years, what does 87,000 years mean? Becoming a Grand Luo Golden Immortal should be no problem, and even a Primordial Golden Immortal is within reach.

Even becoming a Quasi-Saint... is not out of the question?

Yang He was eager to consume his lifespan to increase his cultivation level, as any one of his supernatural abilities would be enough to transform the Immaculate Buddha.

His physical body is now a stone statue, making him extremely difficult to see inside the palace.

Just as he was preparing to dedicate his lifespan.

A rustling sound came from above, followed by a long, drawn-out sigh.

"Junior brother!"

"Junior brother!!"

"Junior brother, save me!!!"

Yang He looked up and couldn't help but shudder.

He could barely make out that beneath the dome of the main hall, countless glass bottles were suspended in mid-air, bound and fixed by a structure resembling flesh and blood.

Each glass bottle was filled with blood, soaking a corpse in various shapes and sizes.

Yang He recognized the corpses as those of disciples who had once studied under the goddess Nuwa. There was a dragon girl who was half-human and half-dragon, the Nine Netherworld Maiden who had a human face and a snake body, and the remains of many Daoist boys...

The one calling him was none other than the senior sister who had led Yang He into the sect.

The Moon Goddess.

However, the Moon Goddess no longer resembled a fairy; her flesh was swollen, and she had taken on a pale white color, as if she had been soaking in water for a long time.

The hideous face repeatedly pounded on the glass bottle, its upper and lower jaws splitting open by half a meter.

"wrong."

"It doesn't seem to be Senior Sister's true form."

Yang Helian took several steps back, but then the same calls came from elsewhere. Upon closer inspection, he realized that there were seven or eight Fairy Guanghan.

This... this is not Nuwa's pool of life, it's clearly Frankenstein's cloning laboratory.

Boom!
dong dong! !
As if sensing the movement of the Moon Goddess, heavy footsteps echoed out.

Immediately afterwards, its pace quickened, and the enormous creature approached the Intestine Mountain and the Sea of ​​Qi, its size at least a hundred meters, and its aura comparable to that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Yang He recognized that it was not the goddess Nuwa, so he did not intend to alert her.

After looking around, he jumped directly into the Pool of Living Beings.

dong dong dong! !

An incredibly long and narrow neck extended into the palace from the doorway in an unnatural posture, twisting with astonishing speed.

What's truly chilling is that the smooth, sticky surface of the neck isn't skin, but rather countless heads seamlessly embedded within it!
The creature swept its neck across the pool of life, and because the Immaculate Buddha was lifeless and lacked cultivation, the enormous object shrank back outside the hall after a short while.

Yang He was immersed in the pool water and did not feel his body and soul being eroded.

Instead, it gave me the illusion of a fetus in the amniotic fluid of the mother's womb, with warmth permeating my body and soul, and the aura of the Living Spirit Pool felt very familiar.

"This thing..."

"The Pool of Life seems to be the source of the River of Mother and Child and the Spring of Abortion?"

Yang He collected the blood, and the total amount in the Living Spirit Pool did not decrease. Meanwhile, the signs of the Mother-Child River and the Abortion Spring returning to their original state became stronger.

(End of this chapter)