Mythology

Chapter 521 When the Five Saints Look Directly at the Future: Yang He
The spiritual light of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field surged. Originally, the Five Saints had already refined the Twenty-Four Heavens, but the scene suddenly changed. The area of ​​the Dao Field increased by 30%, causing the refining to come to a standstill.

The five saints awoke simultaneously, and the sound of chanting resounded throughout the space.

They showed no anger, only a hint of surprise, since Yang He's consciousness had been sealed within Lion Camel Ridge by their combined forces, and no matter how many times he died or came back to life, he could not escape Lion Camel Ridge even half a step.

Lion Camel Ridge is the manifestation of the Five Saints' supernatural powers.

Using their supernatural powers, they incorporated a strange entity called Lion Camel Ridge into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, much like vines parasitizing the Myriad Transformations Tree, constantly stealing its nutrients and taking over its nest.

Yang He was unable to deal with the Five Saints, and the Yi board representing the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field was doomed.

The fact that the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field has now obtained a new celestial palace is merely a temporary relief; in the eyes of the Five Saints, it is nothing more than a death throes.

"The methods of the extraterrestrial demons are indeed unfathomable. Fellow Daoists, please observe."

It was Amitabha Buddha who spoke. Parting the thick fog formed by the endless sea of ​​Buddhas, one could see that in the demon mountain range of the sacred site, peaks rose abruptly from the ground, some with jagged rocks, others with filthy mud, and still others filled with poisonous miasma and littered with skeletons...

The nutrients brought by the eighteen demon mountains caused subtle changes in the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. The Five Saints would have to expend more effort to completely refine them without damaging their foundation.

"Where did this celestial realm come from, and why did it spare our divine senses?"

Maitreya Buddha smiled and said, "It was probably Yang He who caused this on the outskirts of Lion Camel Ridge. It seems that ignoring the extraterrestrial demons is indeed not an option."

Medicine Buddha added, "Shakyamuni instructed us not to erase the consciousness of the extraterrestrial demons, but unexpectedly, even with the seemingly impregnable Lion Camel Ridge and four Saha beings, he was still able to find a flaw."

"The extraterrestrial demons are like dirt on a mirror, or dust mites on clothes. Even if you wipe them repeatedly with the supreme Buddha Dharma, they may seem clean at first, but if you are not careful, dust will grow back from the dark places, spreading endlessly and difficult to clean completely."

"Why don't we just seal off the consciousness of the extraterrestrial demons for a while?"

"also."

Amitabha Buddha asked, "How many more days will it take to refine the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field?"

Two hundred and forty-five days.

Compared to seventy-three days, two hundred and forty-five days is three times longer, but for a saint who is almost immortal, it is just a blink of an eye and seems insignificant.

The Five Saints looked towards the outer perimeter of Lion Camel Ridge and locked onto Yang He's location.

Yang He had already crawled into the banyan tree hole, like a mosquito trying to penetrate the Buddha's light of the Five Saints and enter the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. In reality, every move he made was crystal clear, and it was all in vain.

He looked up as if sensing something, as if the food on the plate were looking at a glutton.

Despite being far apart, the gazes of the one man and the five saints suddenly collided!

Yang He showed no panic or fear of being surrounded by powerful enemies. Instead, a strange smile appeared on his lips, a smile that was both mocking and playful.

The next moment, before the Five Saints could make any move, Yang He's figure exploded!

boom! ! !
Yang He's flesh and bones separated, transforming into a sky full of demonic energy that converged from all directions toward the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, attempting to find a wisp that could bypass the Five Saints.

The five saints found it amusing, and Maitreya Buddha even clutched his stomach and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, how is this any different from a moth drawn to a flame?"

No matter what schemes or tricks Yang He might have, he still couldn't change the fact that his consciousness was trapped in the Lion Camel Ridge of the Five Saints.

In this cage, all actions are meaningless.

Amitabha Buddha raised his arm, "Don't underestimate the extraterrestrial demon. He was once a disciple of Nuwa and also became a disciple of the Three Pure Ones. Even if the sage is too busy to take care of himself, he might still secretly help him."

"Great kindness."

Amitabha Buddha spread his five fingers, and a great deal of Buddha light enveloped the small world temporarily created by the five saints.

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field at the center of the small world hissed and crackled; a single strike from the sage had reduced countless demons and evil spirits within the field to ashes.

Demonic energy is no exception.

As the Buddha's light swept over, 99% of the demonic aura dissipated.

The remaining few rays barely managed to bypass the Buddha's light, but they too would soon follow suit.

Seeing that he was about to be reduced to ashes, Yang He took the opportunity to summon the panel he had been waiting for and selected the Yellow-Robed Old Demon for deep fusion.

A deep integration with the character requires the real person to descend into the world of the story, which is the key to breaking the deadlock.

The demonic energy dissipated completely, but Yang He's consciousness did not continue to reincarnate. Instead, it broke free from the control of the Five Saints through deep fusion.

In a daze, he could sense that his true form was about to transcend time.

Time is passing slowly.

In less than half a breath, his true form had already come into contact with the endless sea of ​​Buddhas, and then plunged headlong into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field that he had created.

"Well."

Yang He sacrificed most of his body and soul for this, and at the same time, the tribulation of deep fusion arrived. Even with a deep foundation, he could not hold on for long.

Before he lost consciousness, he used the endless waves of the Buddha Sea to carry himself to a nearby isolated island.

.........

at the same time.

The five saints all sensed something was amiss, and their vast divine senses swept across the outer perimeter of Lion Camel Ridge, but they could not find any trace of Yang He.

"The consciousness of the extraterrestrial demons is not outside the Lion Camel Ridge," said the Medicine Buddha with a hint of surprise.

Maitreya Buddha's smile faded, and he spread out his thick palms, the flesh of his palms writhing, revealing a mouth full of fine teeth.

The opening and closing of his mouth reflected everything that had just happened in the blink of an eye.

The five saints saw that the demonic energy rapidly dissolved under the Buddha's light, and just when it was about to be completely annihilated, flesh and blood were born.

The flesh and bones were no bigger than a fingernail and had no breath.

It also lacks vitality.

In the eyes of the Five Saints, it was just a grain of sand, but its flesh and blood quietly passed through the Buddha's light under the cover of demonic energy and entered the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

The whole process was just right, perfectly utilizing the limitations of the sage.

It should be understood that sages have already stood at the pinnacle of the Three Realms. Their divine sense can cover tens of thousands of miles, but they can easily overlook some inanimate objects, and flesh and blood are the objects that they can escape from sight.

“It’s not a bad thing.” Amitabha broke the silence. “I’ve calculated that this thing is very likely the true form of an extraterrestrial demon. Yang He’s choice to seek survival from the brink of death shows that he has no other choice.”

Maitreya Buddha smiled and said, "Back when I was cultivating my elixir in Chang'an, the true form of the extraterrestrial demon descended once. We couldn't even deduce the cause and effect afterward. How wonderful!"

His left and right arms were joined together, and his mouth was wide open.

"I want to see the true form of this extraterrestrial demon..."

The flesh and bones projected by Maitreya Buddha gradually became complete, seemingly identical to Yang He's incarnation, with no other special features.

However, just as that silhouette completely solidified...

The figure's head twisted 180 degrees in an extremely uncomfortable manner, and the bones in its neck made a cracking sound.

The five saints were not disturbed by this; what truly made them change color was that face.

Or rather, it can't even be called a face.

It had no facial features, no outlines, and was a chaotic mess that defied description, like countless maggots wriggling, filled with endless madness and taboo.

The five saints possessed extraordinary cultivation, yet they only managed to see it once!
puff! ! !
The saints were struck hard at the same moment, their vast Buddhist light fluctuating violently, and then they all spat out a mouthful of dazzling blood. Their Dao hearts were also deeply affected, and a tiny crack appeared between their brows.

It almost pierced through their skulls!!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Maitreya Buddha covered his head, bit off both of his arms, and chewed and swallowed them to barely stop the madness growing in his Daoist heart.

Despite being immortal beings, it took them a long time to recover.

The five saints were filled with doubt and surprise, and Yang He's true form reminded them of the Three Pure Ones.

Of course, this does not refer to the Three Pure Ones who have disappeared today, but rather to the Three Pure Ones who were not affected by the Ruins of Return thousands of years ago and were not separated from their sacred sites.

That was… a true saint!!
It is unbearable to look directly at. All disciples associated with the Three Pure Ones will be burdened with inner demons. These inner demons may seem to make their bodies and souls immortal, but in reality, they will be eternally subservient to the Three Pure Ones.

Even if you call out your true name, the Three Pure Ones will know it. As long as you are in the Three Realms, the Three Pure Ones can kill you and destroy your soul with a single thought.

"Extraterrestrial demons..."

The five saints' Dao hearts were deeply wounded, after all, they were essentially quasi-saints, and only barely transcended the world thanks to Shakyamuni.

"He...is a saint? Who is he?" Maitreya Buddha's breathing was heavy, and his voice became indistinct because of his broken teeth.

"impossible."

Amitabha Buddha coldly said, "It is absolutely impossible for him to be a saint. If he were a saint, he would probably have died instantly if he had just looked at him."

The Medicine Buddha nodded and said, "With the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, even saints cannot live long."

Upon hearing this, Maitreya Buddha regained his composure, "Indeed, the Three Pure Ones are now just corpses, and Shakyamuni is also constantly decaying..."

Amitabha Buddha stopped Maitreya Buddha from speaking and looked at the two saints who had remained silent.

Jieyin and Zhunti were in an unstable state, and after meeting Yang He, they became increasingly out of control, with their bodies and souls constantly developing inhuman characteristics.

They sealed their mouths with silk threads, relying on their supernatural ability to keep their mouths shut so that the problem would not worsen.

"Fellow Daoists Jieyin and Zhunti, I would like to trouble you to go to the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Arena and deal with the extraterrestrial demons in person." Amitabha Buddha paused for a few breaths before continuing, "If the extraterrestrial demons resist, there is no need to suppress them."

The two saints nodded and then crawled into Maitreya Buddha's mouth.

"Medicine Buddha, can the Buddhist servants of Lion Camel Ridge withstand the arrival of Amitabha and Cundi?"

"The Blue-haired Lion Monster and the Yellow-toothed Elephant have not yet achieved their full potential, so they are probably still struggling. But no matter what, they can still unleash the power of Quasi-Saints."

"Great kindness."

Amitabha Buddha's expression softened. "The extraterrestrial demon is trapped in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, but it's just like jumping from a small cage to a large one. As long as the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field continues to refine it, it will have nowhere to hide."

"Medicine Buddha, how many more days will it take to refine the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field?"

The Medicine Buddha said in a deep voice, "Having lost two fellow Daoists, it will now take... four thousand five hundred days."

The three saints exchanged glances. It had only been a little over ten years. Not to mention saints, even immortals and Buddhas would spend more than ten years in seclusion.

Unfortunately, things have gone awry, and ten years has now become quite a long time.

"In four thousand five hundred days, I will increase the speed of day and night alternation in the dojo. If we convert that to five hundred years, it will be enough to find the extraterrestrial demons."

The Buddha's light emanating from the Three Saints became even more intense, clearly indicating that they dared not be negligent any longer and had already considered eliminating the hidden danger as soon as possible.

.........

The valley was shrouded in thick fog, and the village was built on the mountainside.

The mud-brick houses were low and dilapidated, the crops in the fields were sparse and withered, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

The villagers, their skin pale, gathered tremblingly in the open space at the village entrance.

Several women were tightly embracing their children, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly.

A fierce wind arose, whipping up sand and dust that made it impossible for people to open their eyes.

"Hmph."

Heavy footsteps approached from afar, and a huge shadow loomed over the village.

A giant wolf with a human face and a human body came riding on a demonic wind. Its fur was like steel needles, with a bluish-black sheen, and its wolf muzzle was unconsciously parted.

The wolf demon landed firmly, surveyed the trembling villagers, and let out a deep, thunderous roar: "I am the master of Black Wind Cave, under the command of the Second King of Lion Camel Ridge! Is the blood offering ready?"

The village chief, a gaunt old man, scrambled forward upon hearing this, knelt down, and kowtowed repeatedly: "It's...it's all ready! Lord Cave Master, it's all ready! Ten boys and ten girls, all according to the rules."

The crowd parted on their own, revealing twenty children who had been washed clean.

They were pushed forward by the adults and stood in a row.

The wolf demon nodded in satisfaction, paced around, and sniffed each one as it examined them, its gaze sweeping over these tender lives.

"Hmm, your energy is still quite sufficient..."

He paused abruptly, his gaze falling on the very end of the line.

There was a simple wooden basin there, and a motionless child lay in it.

The child was unusually quiet, around twelve years old, staring at the sky with wide, dark eyes. He was born without limbs, leaving only a bare torso.

"Ok?"

The wolf demon frowned, revealing obvious disgust. "What is this thing? A useless fetus without hands or feet, and you dare to use it as a substitute? It's not even enough flesh to fill a tooth gap, what bad luck!"

The village chief was terrified and kowtowed repeatedly: "Lord Cave Master, please calm down! Please calm down! This child was born this way, but he is still a virgin. We really...we really can't find anyone else..."

The wolf demon impatiently swatted the village chief away with its paw and sneered, "Consider yourselves lucky. This cave master doesn't want to bother with you today. If the Second King himself were here, you'd be in for a world of hurt!"

He took out the foul-smelling cloth bag artifact, and a suction force emanated from it, directly pulling all nineteen boys and girls into it.

The wolf demon weighed the cloth bag in his hand, then ignored the villagers kowtowing on the ground and rode a gust of demonic wind toward Lion Camel Ridge.

The disabled child was left alone, gazing at his own retreating figure.

The middle-aged man stood up and stared at the disabled child abandoned in the wooden tub.

"Village chief, what should we do about the mentally challenged child?"

The village chief raised his cloudy eyes and followed the man's gaze to the wooden basin. What had just happened had nothing to do with the disabled child.

He sighed deeply. "Take it back."

"Keep raising him. At least because of him, we've avoided having another child. Maybe he can even ward off disaster at the next Lion Camel Ridge banquet. Sigh..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the surrounding villagers understood the unfulfilled despair.

The villagers continued farming numbly, and wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys in the mountains.

No one noticed that the disabled child was licking his lips with difficulty, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Is this the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field? Buddhism really went all out, creating the Great Thousand Worlds for me before even achieving deep integration."

(End of this chapter)