Mythology

Chapter 514 In the name of the Ancestor of Humanity, I bestow blessings upon all living beings.

Yang He narrowed his eyes, vaguely realizing that although Nuwa seemed to have stopped appearing in the world after the Investiture of the Gods, she was actually still influencing later generations.

He dared not take too much blood, for the Goddess Nuwa would soon arrive and help the Mother-Child River and the Abortion Spring return to their original state.

The intestines and the sea returned to silence, with only the sound of the glass bottle swaying in mid-air.

Yang He concealed his aura and hid in the pool of life, not daring to relax for a moment.

It is unknown how much time has passed, but there was another unusual movement in the corridor outside the hall, a rustling sound, but it was clearly different from the huge object that had appeared before.

Crackling sounds.

The spiritual vision began to surge uncontrollably.

Yang He willingly sank into the blood. The current time should be the end of the Investiture of the Gods calamity, but the Journey to the West calamity has not yet begun. Nuwa's condition is probably worse than that of the Three Pure Ones.

The thick pool of life force suddenly began to boil without warning.

It wasn't the temperature that rose, but rather the blood that seemed to possess a life force; in an instant, the swollen corpses that were constantly rising and falling opened their eyes.

The corpse looked terrified and desperately tried to climb out of the Spirit Pool.

Immediately afterwards, countless arms reached out from the depths of the pool, grabbing the corpses and forcibly dragging them to the bottom, but Yang He was spared.

This is mainly because the Immaculate Buddha lacks vitality and is exactly the same as a dead object.

Yang He ignored the strange phenomena in the pool. He had seen similar scenes many times before, and they didn't even cause a ripple. His attention was fixed on the approaching Goddess Nuwa.

First came a series of footsteps, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects being dragged.

Before Yang He even saw the true face of the Goddess Nuwa, his heart was already pounding with excitement. It was an uncontrollable jealousy, like a wanderer who had been away from home for many years, eager to welcome the arrival of a sage.

Before long, a chaotic and oppressive atmosphere enveloped the main hall.

Yang He's soul froze, and he sank to the bottom of the water without hesitation, leaving only one of the Buddha's eyes on the surface.

Even if the Immaculate Buddha has no cultivation, his organs can still transform into Buddhahood.

Blood vessels sprouted from its eyeballs as limbs, subtly revealing a touch of Buddhist nature. Then, it clung to the edge of the Pool of Living Beings, gazing at the Goddess Nuwa.

Yang He was startled. After not seeing her for so long, Nuwa seemed even more indescribable.

During the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, Nuwa was no longer depicted as a human-headed snake, but rather as a towering tree composed of countless limbs.

What about now?
Its limbs became increasingly distorted, seemingly maintaining a tree shape, but in reality, the whole thing resembled a bizarre slug deliberately disguised as branches and leaves.

Wherever it went, it left a trail of slime mixed with blood on the ground.

Yang He was shocked not only by Nuwa, but also by the dozens of figures surrounding the sage. They were all grayish-white, their joints were fixed, making their movements stiff, and their eyes were extremely cloudy.

These young Taoist boys looked remarkably similar to him, about seven or eight parts similar.

Alas.

When Yang He heard Nuwa muttering to herself, his first thought was that she still possessed intelligence, and he almost couldn't help but reveal himself to acknowledge her as his relative.

However, he noticed that Nuwa was simply choosing the glass bottle instinctively.

The words were repeated in a slurred and indistinct manner.

"Humans are no longer human, and demons are even more similar in appearance. Ghosts and monsters roam the wilderness, and heaven and earth are turned upside down."

"The loess soil is distorted, creation collapses, and I observe all living beings, their skins molted and their internal organs afflicted with evil, their eyes burning with ghostly fire yet unaware of their delusion."

"When the pillar of heaven collapses and the earth's axis breaks, it is not a disaster caused by the collapse of the dome, but by the complete erosion of the spirit."

"Alas! To abandon this crippled body and mend my flaws, is it possible to defy the Dao? Yet... I am deeply tainted by it, and I am no longer myself..."

The meaning of what the Goddess Nuwa said was roughly that the Great Dao had collapsed, and even she herself was no longer herself, and she did not know how to save all living beings.

Yang He felt a deep sense of despair, and his Dao heart almost collapsed.

Nuwa is a saint who has lived since the beginning of time. All humankind is her creation. Even Nuwa herself went mad and couldn't find a solution. Can I really do it?
Even if the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field recreates reincarnation and creates the Great Thousand World, it might just be a coffin prepared for all living beings in the main world.
Yang He was filled with distracting thoughts, which even affected the vitality of the Immaculate Buddha.

Nuwa was completely unaware of Yang He. Her limbs suddenly stretched upwards, frantically searching for the container that had been soaking the corpse.

"If we take the hearts of the Feathered People as our foundation, we can ward off the wrath of the Nine Heavens; if we cover our bodies with the hide of a shark, floods will not invade; if we break the bones of Kuafu to support our trunks, drought will cease; if we fill the intestines of a scorched fox to contain all filth, locust plagues will naturally subside..."

Her words implied that she wanted to create humans again, and that her large-scale recruitment of disciples was also because she wanted to learn from the strengths of various races.

Yang He heard that the Feathered People, Mermaids, Kuafu, Jiaojiao, and others were all ancient peoples recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, who had disappeared in later generations.

"Indeed...indeed? When the heart rots, feathers fall; when the skin ruptures, mermaids weep; when the bones crack, Kuafu grieves; when the intestines rupture, Jiao Jiao cries. I refine all living beings into vessels, and in the end, I see them all grieve."

"Wrong, all wrong. Creation has long since ended, only madness and nightmare remain."

Nuwa was in such despair that her body and soul continued to mutate and worsen, but she still kept selecting organs, which were then transported to the edge of the pool by the Taoist boy.

As expected, Nuwa will next attempt to create humans.

Yang He licked his lips. The corpses in the pool must all be failed creations. Perhaps in the thousand years since the sages ceased to appear, the Goddess Nuwa never stopped creating humans, but none of them succeeded.

The purpose of Nuwa in creating humans was clearly to help them adapt to the new version.

The version where the Heavenly Dao collapses and the aura of the Void erodes the Three Realms is the upcoming Journey to the West Calamity, which will be updated in the next version. The version where the Heavenly Dao is pieced together from the corpses of ghosts and gods in later generations is probably something even sages could not foresee.

Yang He dared not be negligent; it was almost an instinctive reaction.

Taking advantage of the moment when Goddess Nuwa was preparing materials for creating humans, he immediately left the Pool of Life and mingled among the busy Taoist boys.

Yang He withdrew all his life force and transformed into a seemingly normal stone statue.

The Daoist boy was originally created by Goddess Nuwa using the Immaculate Buddha as a template, so Yang He naturally had no flaws. Goddess Nuwa, who had fallen into madness, would not pay attention to the ant-like creature with a fleshy stone body.

Yin energy converged towards the Pool of Living Beings, forming a long river in mid-air.

Yang He became even more certain that the Mother-Child River and the Abortion Spring originated from the Living Spirit Pool, so in the normal timeline, the immortals and Buddhas would likely take over the Nuwa Palace.

"Let's figure it out first."

Yang He pretended to move the organs, but his mind was immersed in a mysterious and profound state.

After all, he had faced sages and attained enlightenment many times, and even when he had to disguise himself in front of the goddess Nuwa, he did not panic.

Yang He cleared his mind of distractions, and the contents of his telepathic communication transformed into words in his mind, intertwining with the contents of the five-colored divine light. The intricate patterns and Sanskrit characters gradually merged together.

"The mind is impermanent, like changing light, and the five elements rotate freely, transforming itself at will."

The two completely different supernatural powers, under the blessing of the sage's enlightenment, quickly found resonance, taking no more than a dozen breaths.

Yang He's pupils contracted slightly, and the moment of stunned silence felt like an eternity had passed.

Once he came to his senses, a brilliant light flashed in his eyes, and the chaotic words in his mind condensed into a lineage of Taoist tradition.

It is titled "The Five Aggregates and Their Transformation".

If this method can be mastered, with a single thought, the body's energy can change in countless ways according to the enemy, and the five elements will flow endlessly. Not only will the soul adapt like Vairocana Buddha.

The Five-Colored Divine Light can also simulate the characteristics of most supernatural powers. Theoretically speaking, given enough time, the Five-Colored Divine Light can find a weakness in any enemy's protective supernatural power.

Similarly, Yang He could also block all supernatural powers by using the Five-Colored Divine Light to protect his body.

It can be said that the Five-Colored Divine Light can truly achieve "understanding others' minds and being free from the five colors." Yang He also doesn't need to worry that the Five-Colored Divine Light will retain the drawbacks of telepathy, as this supernatural power has been completely separated from Buddhism.

He couldn't help but feel restless, wanting to immediately go to the main world for seclusion.

With just the Five Aggregates Transformation Technique, Yang He already has a 50% chance of advancing to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm. In addition, he has unlimited opportunities to try and fail, and by avoiding the eyes and ears of immortals and Buddhas, he will definitely go even further.

Just as Yang Hezhi was feeling triumphant, the creation of humans by the goddess Nuwa reached a crucial point.

Under the mighty power of the Goddess Nuwa, all sorts of organs, skin, and bones were pieced together! The hearts of the winged people pounded violently, the skin of the mermaids covered their bodies, the bones of Kuafu supported their shells, and the intestines of the Jiao Jiao coiled and twisted...

The organs slowly formed into one in the pool of life.

The three Yang Fires were lit in succession. Yang He realized that Yang Qi's soul reshaping was similar, but the bride in the jar was only enough to ignite one Yang Fire.

The body slowly floated to the surface of the water, its eyelids beginning to tremble slightly.

Nuwa looked disappointed, muttering about how to improve things, what precociousness, and that she shouldn't have used the heart of the thirteen-year-old winged man.

"This is……"

Yang He and the young Taoist stood in the corner, but they smelled a fragrant aroma that was all too familiar – it was the flesh of Tang Sanzang.

"Therefore, Tang Sanzang was not created by Shakyamuni."

The corpse is far from being as perfect as Tang Sanzang, but as long as Nuwa keeps trying, she will eventually be able to create Tang Sanzang.

Yang He swallowed hard, because the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dojo contained Tang Sanzang's flesh.

If he were to hand it over to the goddess Nuwa, would it have any impact on future generations?

Nuwa took out a remnant of the soul from her bosom and carefully placed it into the Niwan Palace of the corpse, hoping that the corpse could awaken.

As a result, the corpse's vitality lasted only a moment before the three flames of life began to extinguish one after another.

It rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye; feathers fell out and melted, skin ulcerated and oozed pus, bones cracked and shattered, and the intestines were riddled with holes...

It eventually turned into a puddle of mud.

"Woo..."

Nuwa let out a low, mournful sigh filled with endless weariness, like a mother sobbing as she wiped her face.

Yang He recognized that the remnant soul was just an ordinary mortal soul.

He speculated that Nuwa did this because she considered that after the collapse of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, mortals could continue to maintain the cycle of reincarnation by constantly nurturing physical bodies through the Pool of Life.

"No wonder all mortals in later generations will become Tang Sanzang's flesh."

Yang He seemed to be deep in thought. The upcoming version of Journey to the West: The Great Calamity will definitely cause great suffering to all living beings. Mortals may not even have a way to survive. If there is no reincarnation, mortals will be wiped out in a few years.

"Whenever the Goddess Nuwa is at her sacred site, no immortal or Buddha dares to intrude. It is very likely that the Goddess Nuwa will disappear without a trace, and the immortals and Buddhas will obtain the Pool of Life and the slightly flawed Tang Sanzang."

Yang He estimated that his guess was pretty accurate.

He stared at Nuwa's retreating figure, then fell into deep hesitation.

Unlike my countless previous visits to the world of historical allusions.

Even if Yang He were to advance to the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal, he would not be able to change history in essence; only a sage could influence established facts.

Now, however, an opportunity to change history is before us.

Yang He could use the goddess Nuwa to pause the wheels of history for a moment, but whether this is good or bad is unknown. If he is not careful, he may face an irreversible fate.

"Perhaps when I return to the main world, all mortals will have died out and civilization will have been destroyed."

“Maintaining the status quo isn’t so bad. I can continue my cultivation and help the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field advance to the Great Thousand World. At worst, I can just run away with all of humanity.”

"But……"

A hint of helplessness flickered in Yang He's eyes as he looked at Nuwa's trembling body, her flesh and bones still undergoing constant transformation, and pus and blood mixed with the aura of the Void seeping from her joints.

"Rather than giving yourself a chance."

"Why not give Goddess Nuwa a chance, a chance to change her destiny?"

"So what if we fail? Anyway, if the sky falls, there are tall immortals and Buddhas to hold it up. Even without Tang Sanzang, the immortals and Buddhas won't just sit idly by."

As Yang He gazed at the rapidly decaying, failed creation, and then at the sorrowful and bewildered Goddess Nuwa, a certain thought could no longer be suppressed in his heart.

He stopped pretending and stepped out from the group of apathetic Taoist children.

boom!
Yang He's aura was no longer concealed, and it suddenly erupted as his lifespan was consumed!

In just a few steps, he transcended the mortal realm, then progressed to True Immortal, Mysterious Immortal, Golden Immortal, and Great Luo Golden Immortal... His cultivation level rose at an incredible speed!
Nuwa's aura of returning to the void was strong, and Yang He activated the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field to envelop himself.

Such a violent commotion finally caught the attention of the goddess Nuwa.

Nuwa slowly turned around, her empty gaze scrutinizing Yang He, but there was no anger or vigilance in her eyes, only bewilderment.

When Yang He had 43 years left of his 70,000 lifespan, his aura finally reached the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal.

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field fully manifested, stubbornly resisting the aura of the Void. The Myriad Transformations Tree resembled a flower blooming in the mud.

Nuwa's gaze caused a barely perceptible ripple.

Yang He walked up to the indescribable sage and looked up.

With a complex emotion in his voice, he respectfully said, "Master, your disciple has returned."

Nuwa remained silent for a long time. Yang He wanted to confirm whether the sage retained any intelligence and whether it was necessary to make a dangerous move.

"Well."

A relatively intact arm slowly emerged from Nuwa's back.

With an almost cautious care, she gently placed her arm over Yang He's head, avoiding the filth and the aura of the Void, like a mother stroking her long-absent son returning home.

There were no words, no spiritual communication.

Yang He understood that the Goddess Nuwa still remembered the Immaculate Buddha.

“Master, I have something that will be of great use to you. I hope that... humanity will live on forever.”

As Yang He spoke, he took out a set of remains from the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Arena. It was not someone else's remains, nor was it the remains of a non-resident character.

But the real body.

Yang He once considered using his true body, which was formed by fusing a large number of immortal bodies and wisdom into one, to artificially create a group of geniuses in the main world.

He weakened his true form's potential a hundredfold, bringing it to a level that mortals could bear, intending to bestow it upon his disciples, but it could not be replicated.

His true form is the first Tang Sanzang in the world, and he can be called the ancestor of mankind.

Yang He called the remains "Second Generation".

The downside is that the true body can determine the life or death of the second life. Apart from that, the second life's aptitude is top-notch in the past three thousand years.

Most importantly, the second generation is perfectly suited to mortals, but unfortunately, it cannot be mass-produced.

(End of this chapter)