Mythology

Chapter 518 You go and delay Yang He for half a year
The knocking sound continued to echo in the crack. Debris fell in a rustling sound.

The brighter the sunlight shone through, the more diligently the group dug, and they even couldn't help but talk about how to escape.

Keng!
The bone chisel in Zhao Da's hand made a crisp sound and was suddenly bounced back, making his hand go numb. He stared in astonishment at the front.

The tunnel excavation seemed to have come to an end, and what was exposed was no longer rock walls.

Instead, it is a highly resilient, dark yellow membrane.

"Oh shit."

Zhao Da, refusing to believe it, exerted force repeatedly, but the bone chisel could only leave a white spot, which quickly healed and could not be broken open at all.

"What the hell is this?!"

Zhao Da was panting heavily, his voice filled with confusion and a hint of panic.

No one answered him.

The others, including Master Song, had already stopped what they were doing.

Through the membrane, the outside world appeared before them in a distorted, blurred, yet even more astonishing way.

The light was dim, with a sickly dark red hue.

An indescribable shadow moved slowly, each step causing the earth to tremble. Further away lay the distorted territory of Lion Camel Ridge, with dense trees reaching thousands of feet in height.

That's right, everything in Lion Camel Ridge is magnified dozens of times.

Master Song felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows, and his spiritual eyes opened uncontrollably. He was struck by lightning after just one glance, and froze on the spot.

They were inside a demon's body, and could faintly hear its whispers.

"The king summoned me to patrol the mountains; I patrolled the south mountain, then the north mountain!!!"

The demon roared to the sky, and the clouds on the horizon shattered into pieces.

Yang He sneered. "Isn't it just Little Drill Wind?" But it wasn't the Little Drill Wind he knew in the Women's Kingdom. In fact, in the original work, Little Drill Wind usually refers to all the patrolling mountain demons.

"If a mere patrolling demon is already comparable to a Xuanxian, then Lion Camel Ridge is probably going to defy the heavens."

He knew that the Seven Sages of Buddhism must be behind Lion Camel Ridge.

Although he has never made a move since becoming a Primordial Golden Immortal, the immortals and Buddhas must already know about it, and only a sage would set up such a scheme.

"What...what is that?!"

Master Song's legs gave way and he knelt on the ground. The scene at Lion Camel Ridge was terrifying, far surpassing even hell on earth.

Skulls piled up like mountains, and bones spread out like a forest!
Large patches of human skin were stuck together, forming a felt-like sheet hundreds of meters long. Rotten flesh mixed with mud and dust emitted an overwhelming stench!

Its internal organs were scattered everywhere, attracting a large number of carrion-eating birds.

hum! ! !
The demon hadn't been on its journey long when its stomach churned violently, and then it vomited blood mixed with its internal organs, forming a pool on the ground.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood!
Yang He had to admit that Lion Camel Ridge was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!
Meanwhile, in the heart of Lion Camel Ridge, there are temples and Taoist monasteries far larger than ordinary ones, and the demons that roam inside are all over a hundred meters tall and have cultivation levels above the Xuanxian realm.

"Uh……"

Sun Qiniang let out a short sob, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted from fright.

Li Gou'er collapsed to the ground, his crotch instantly soaked, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

The bone chisel in Zhao Da's hand clattered to the ground. His face was ashen, his lips trembled but he couldn't make a sound. Old Wang beside him let out a desperate wail and then died.

All their hopes were utterly shattered and reduced to dust at that moment.

Master Song scrambled to Yang He's side, pleading desperately, "There must still be a way out, right? Take us away from here!!"

"Brother, please help us!"

"I...I also have an eight-year-old son at home..."

The scene was chaotic, but Yang He did not respond. He just stared intently at the group of buildings in the center of Lion Camel Ridge, and could vaguely sense that the gazes of immortals and Buddhas were focused on Little Drill Wind.

It turns out that it was no coincidence that I appeared inside Little Drill Wind's body.

"A test?"

Yang He's lips curled up, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He knew that his current predicament was intentional, and if he didn't respond, all sorts of tricks would follow.

[Consume 1000 points of Insight to select a character for deep fusion?]

"Should we immediately facilitate the deep integration of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field? Even if there are sages plotting behind the scenes, at least we can all perish together."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, he didn't believe that immortals and Buddhas couldn't consider the backlash from the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

"My body and soul are not my own at all now. They are like a cage, completely isolating my consciousness from the other permanent characters."

"Wait, there's another way that might break the deadlock."

[Should a permanent character, the woodcutter, be created?]

Thanks to the efforts of the four members of the pilgrimage team, Yang He's permanent role quota has reached 21, which is enough for him to squander.

Once the current role becomes a permanent character, the current character will naturally regain the cultivation level of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, although there will be some difference in strength.

"determine."

The instant Yang He made that decision, it was as if a surge of yin energy had been poured over him, and then the rudiments of two supernatural powers slowly began to form within his body.

He felt a surge of yin energy suddenly pour into him from the top of his head, as if he had been given a sudden awakening, which instantly permeated his limbs and bones!
His aura changed, hundreds of flowers bloomed behind his head, and four blurry Nuo flags appeared, fluttering and stirring the cave with crackling sounds.

The five-colored divine light flowed around, with blue, yellow, red, black, and white colors flashing alternately.

Yang He, with his ethereal and otherworldly demeanor, seemed completely out of place in the filthy cave.

"An immortal...an immortal! It's actually an immortal descending to earth!!"

Upon witnessing this scene, Master Song was so moved that he trembled all over and tears streamed down his face. He never expected that Yang Hehui was an immortal in the world, and he immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

The others stared in disbelief, then followed suit and lay down beside him.

However, before Master Song's exclamation could fully subside...

A sudden change occurred!

Yang He's seemingly radiant body twisted violently, countless rustling sounds emanating from his skin and flesh, his face flickering unpredictably, stuck on the path of descending from the mortal realm to becoming an immortal.

"Immortal... Immortal Master, you..."

Master Song sensed something was wrong, and his expression turned extremely grim.

Just as he was about to step forward, he heard a muffled "poof" sound, and the immortal in front of him continued to expand, then burst open like a ripe fruit!
Flesh and bones, and even the newly formed Nuo flag and five-colored divine light, became extremely unstable, turning into minced meat in all directions!

The stench of the fish filled everyone, and a sense of powerless despair washed over them.

They collapsed against the demon's membrane, and the cave fell silent once more.

.........

at the same time.

Deep within Lion Camel Ridge, inside a Taoist temple built entirely by family members.

Thick curtains made of human skin completely blocked the windows, with only a few lamps burning with corpse oil casting a dim, foul-smelling light that barely illuminated the interior.

A figure huddled in the shadows, trembling violently.

He uttered incoherent murmurs, his limbs convulsing with fear, and he even vomited repeatedly, clearly indicating that his Dao heart was severely damaged.

"Senior Brother Yang He, no... don't blame me, it wasn't my intention to oppose you..."

"They are Buddhist saints, the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of Heaven, it's them!"

The voice was hysterical, fingernails scratched the skin, and flesh and bone burst forth with a dazzling light.

"They want you dead, they want to seize your destiny, your sacred ground!"

"I...I had no choice...It's not my fault! It's really not my fault!!!"

Through repeated self-suggestion, the figure managed to regain some of its rationality, but still dared not open the doors or windows, and could only huddle in the corner.

pat pat pat.

Footsteps approached from afar, the sound extremely faint, yet it seemed to resonate in one's heart. The figure trembled violently, and the face turned deathly pale as the person turned around.

The darkness writhed like a living thing, coalescing into a blurry, indistinct phantom.

The phantom was indistinct in form, but a suffocating pressure emanated from it, its aura vast and compassionate, and when one looked directly at it, the sound of chanting filled the air.

"Kong Xuan!!"

“Disciple is here!!!”

The figure remained motionless, covering its mouth to stop itself from muttering any further.

"Kong Xuan, where is Yang He's reincarnation now?"

Kong Xuan immediately prostrated himself and replied with reverence, "Your Majesty, he should be inside the patrolling demon in the southeast corner at this moment."

"Just now, Yang He attempted to possess a mortal's body, but it seems... it seems he failed, and his body and soul dissipated again. However... however, the root of his consciousness must still be attached to the patrolling demon's body and has not gone far!"

Kong Xuan spoke haltingly, struggling to organize his thoughts.

He descended to the mortal realm without permission in an attempt to avoid Yang He. He repeatedly came into contact with Yang He, but each time he ended up nearly dying.

His fear of Yang He had seeped into his very bones.

Even though Kong Xuan knew that the immortals and Buddhas had laid a trap to besiege Yang He, and that the latter was doomed, there was no way to repair the damage to his Dao heart.

He secretly glanced at the shadowy figure out of the corner of his eye, trying to discern its identity.

He should be a figure from Western Buddhism, and certainly a saint. It is said that five of the seven saints have already descended to Lion Camel Ridge, and the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother have also sent the Four Emperors and Five Elders to the mortal realm, which means they are doomed.

The phantom figure is striking the wooden fish, seemingly conducting a deduction.

After a long silence, he spoke again, his voice still flat, yet carrying an undeniable command: "We can't trap him."

"ah?!!"

Kong Xuan subconsciously retreated to the corner of the wall, now that he was in charge of the outer perimeter of Lion Camel Ridge.

The current territory was arranged by a sage and subtly incorporated with five-colored divine light. Kong Xuan could use his supernatural powers to perceive Yang He's every move.

Yang He has been reincarnated again, and seemingly unsure how to break the deadlock, he has not made any rash moves.

The illusory figure said calmly, "Keep delaying. No matter what method you use, don't let Yang He break free from the restrictions of Lion Camel Ridge within half a year."

“Your Majesty, I understand.”

"During this period, four Saha beings, thirty Buddhas, and five hundred Arhats will descend upon Lion Camel Ridge to help you guard against the heavenly demons and prevent them from affecting us."

Before Kong Xuan could respond, the illusory figure vanished without a trace, along with the oppressive aura that seemed almost tangible.

Kong Xuan collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

He was drenched in cold sweat, his body contorted in the dim light of the oil lamp.

"In half a year, four Saha worlds, thirty Buddhas, and five hundred Arhats."

Kong Xuan muttered to himself, his fingernails digging deep into the cold ground, while an indescribable flame rose in his heart. If Yang He died at Lion Camel Ridge, wouldn't his Dao heart be healed?

He didn't think that Yang He could break through the sage's handwriting in just half a year.

"Senior Brother Yang He, this time, you are probably really doomed."

Kong Xuan revealed a half-smile.

.........

Bang bang bang!
The repeated impacts were endless, and all the survivors hiding in the cave knew that they were emitted by demons.

There are more than a dozen places on the rock face that have bulged and cracked!

Demons of various shapes and sizes were tearing at the rock wall. They were exuding demonic energy and would soon emerge from it.

Among the newly born demons, two stand out as out of place.

One was a woman in her early thirties, and the other was an elderly man over fifty.

Because the rock face's binding force on mortals is far less than that on demons, the two quickly broke free.

"Monster...monster!!!"

When the woman saw the demon's bared teeth, she was so frightened that she ran away and quickly disappeared into the deep, boundless side of the cave.

The old man remained unmoved, stretching out his limbs in front of the demon.

"It's a waste of a spot, but it's okay."

"Don't let me find any weakness, or I'll kill you all."

After Yang He had adapted to his body, he slowly approached the demon that was bound.

The demons slammed into the rock wall, and blood inevitably dripped down.

Yang He bent down and scooped up the blood, pouring it into his stomach. Before long, a faint demonic aura began to grow in his flesh and bones.

The sides of its neck are covered with fine scales, its eyes are covered with a thin film, and its skin secretes a slippery, transparent mucus.

Yang He had no cultivation, but he was all too familiar with the characteristics of demonic energy.

Demonic energy is corrosive; even if a mortal is not killed by it, he will be transformed into a demon.

Yang He simply guided the demonic energy, ignoring the dim light of the three Yang Flames, and in a short time he had already gained a certain level of cultivation.

A dozen or so demons crawled out of the rock wall, sniffing the scent of living people.

Once they sensed Yang He's demonic aura, they stopped paying much attention, only making a few gurgling sounds before disappearing into the darkness.

Yang He stood still, quickly adjusting to the light in the cave.

"If you won't let me play a regular role, I'll become a demon..."

"Well."

He let out a muffled groan, his still unstable demonic energy fluctuated violently, the muscles under his skin seemed to be scurrying about like countless rats, and his bones made a teeth-grinding, dislocating sound!

The demonic energy instantly became chaotic, rampaging through the meridians!
puff! !

Without any warning, Yang He burst again like an inflated balloon, staining the surrounding rock walls with filth.

Everything returned to deathly silence.

Yang He's consciousness remained alive, and he regained consciousness in the next breath.

He returned to another rock wall, shrunk to the size of an infant, and death was inevitable. Logically, his mind should have been affected.

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Yang He's lips.

"Hahaha, interesting."

"The taboo against me by Lion Camel Ridge was actually manipulated by humans. Since it was done by humans, there are bound to be oversights; it's impossible to be perfect in every aspect."

Yang He licked his lips, using his spiritual vision to search for the wandering demonic energy around him.

There were wisps of demonic energy emanating from the rock face.

Yang He appeared to be struggling, but in reality, he quietly swallowed a wisp of demonic energy.

"I'll try to become a demon in a different way. I wonder if you can catch me."

"hey-hey."

"The Bride in the Jar is a demon born from memories; demons born from intangible things are hard to detect."

Yang He had already been planning to create a special demon incarnation to merge with the Yellow-Eyebrowed King, and now was the perfect time to do it.

The way the bride in the jar became a demon seems impossible to replicate.

In reality, the earthenware pot she wore sealed off the demonic energy, and she constantly experienced life and death in the cycle of the Mother-Child River and the Abortion Spring.

The bride's consciousness in the jar became tainted with demonic energy, and her memories eventually turned into demonic possession.

Yang He meets the requirements, so the roles of prey and hunter can now be switched.

(End of this chapter)