Mythology

Chapter 523 The Yellow-Robed Emperor of the Western Paradise of Ten Thousand Demons
[Deep integration has been completed. The permanent characters <Yellow-Robed Old Demon> and <Thinking Demon> can no longer be played. They retain some of their identities and backgrounds, as well as the Great Shang Dynasty's Dharma Seal, and are integrated into a new permanent character <Ten Thousand Demons Western Heaven Yellow-Robed Great Emperor>.]

The wolf demon's corpse crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Two heads, one large and one small, were still twitching unconsciously, with foul-smelling blood gushing out. Yang He stood at the top, gazing at the rising sun.

The rising sun is more real than the sun in the Lesser Thousand Worlds period.

Yang He closed his eyes and used the Immortal Transformation Technique, his gaze sweeping across the past and present.

He saw the Yellow-Eyebrowed King floating in the pitch-black darkness of later generations, his body composed of billions of demons, indescribable yet in accordance with the truth of the Great Dao.

Yang He summoned the control panel, and the name of the Yellow-Eyebrowed King was indeed resounding.

[The Yellow-Robed Emperor of the Western Paradise: Legend has it that you were originally the bell-ringing attendant of the Buddha Tathagata, and later became a personal disciple of the Immaculate Buddha. You escaped from the Pure Land while the Immaculate Buddha was comprehending the Great Dao, devoured countless demons, and developed endless supernatural powers, calling yourself Yang He, the Lord of the Lesser Western Paradise.]

Yang He smiled, sensing that with the incorporation of numerous characters, the Yellow-Eyebrowed King had finally reached the level he had expected.

The Heavenly Demon's body has also changed, with the prefix now including the words "Innate".

[Innate Body of Ten Thousand Demons]

[This was the first demon at the beginning of creation. Once mastered, any flesh and blood can give rise to countless demons. After actively transforming into a demon, the body and soul can choose to fuse with its own great supernatural powers.]

The innate body of ten thousand demons is no longer limited by supernatural powers, meaning that the Yellow-Eyebrowed King can use the Immortal Transformation Technique and the Five-Colored Divine Light, plus the ability to enhance his supernatural powers by eating people. In terms of strength alone, he is faintly above Corpse Heavenly Venerable and Ghost True Lord.

Of course, Corpse Celestial Venerable focuses on eternal existence, while Ghost True Lord is immortal and indestructible.

Yang He was naturally extremely satisfied; the facts proved that to become stronger, one must not be human.

The villagers were still in shock and stood at a distance, not daring to approach. In their eyes, the demon king who was the master of Lion Camel Ridge had turned into a corpse in the blink of an eye, and they looked at the motionless Yang He with fear on their faces.

There are no legends of immortals or Buddhas in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. In the minds of mortals, only demons can kill demons, so Yang He must be a powerful demon.

An old man squinted, carefully examining Yang He's face.

"Then...is that...that...that idiot?"

"Fool? Which fool?"

"It's...it's that one that was put in the wooden tub decades ago, the one without arms or legs..."

"Hiss, now that you mention it."

"Impossible! Wasn't he already dead?!"

The crowd stirred, and whispers arose one after another.

Yang He's gaze swept across the mountains surrounding Xinghua Village, and relying on his knowledge of the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field, he confirmed that its location was in the southwest.

The villagers retreated several steps in fear, lest Yang Hehui become enraged.

Yang He didn't care; he had more important things to do now, and he had to regain control of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field as soon as possible.

If possible, the deep integration of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field should not be rushed.

"Yang Jian and Nezha are also in the dojo, but we don't know what's going on."

[Would you like to consume 10 points of Insight to travel to the main world?]

Yang He hesitated for a long time. Whether to continue to keep his true body in the world of the classics was a matter of his choice. Although the permanent characters each had their uses, only the true body could deal with the sage.

After he recovered his cultivation, he vaguely sensed that the Myriad Transformation Tree was sealed within the Flesh and Blood Temple.

Once he regains control of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, his true form can even briefly face a Quasi-Saint, while also being less likely to be detected by the Five Saints.

"Since we're already here, let's just take a gamble."

"Don't think that just because you saints you can do whatever you want. If we lose in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Arena, I, as the winner, will naturally take it all!!!"

There is one more advantage.

Yang He gains more than three times the spiritual vision per breath through his true form compared to his permanent character. It won't be long before his spiritual vision increases by several digits.

Without further delay, he grabbed the wolf carcass and left Xinghua Village with a thought, weaving and leaping among the mountains before disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds.

"Hahaha!!!"

He felt incredibly relieved; most of his previous frustration had dissipated.

The Immortal Transformation Technique is activated!
A protective aura enveloped his body, and a flag appeared behind him, but instead of the characters for corpse, puppet, and fu, it bore the character for wickedness, which was rarely used.

This is a demonic flag!

The wolf carcass made crackling sounds as its internal organs were squeezed out of its mouth, and its surface wounds healed in a short time.

The deformed features slowly disappeared, the face became distorted and deformed, the mouth and nose protruded forward and turned into a wolf's mouth, vertical pupils grew from the center of the eyebrows, and three pairs of arms extended from the ribs, and five-colored light flashed by.

The evil banner was fully unfurled, and at the same time, a corner of the puppet banner was also unfurled.

After achieving the Hunyuan Golden Immortal status, Yang He's Immortal Transformation Technique has been able to create new possibilities. Now, he can use one Nuo flag as the main one and another as a secondary one, borrowing both flags at almost no cost.

boom! !

Yang He transformed into a sky full of demonic energy, then burrowed into the wolf corpse's body.

The wolf corpse twitched its limbs for a moment, then opened its eyes and showed no further abnormality. Unless one possesses spiritual vision, it would be impossible to see through the disguise.

The Demon Banner is the main one, with the Puppet Banner as a secondary one. The Immortal Transformation Technique can use parasitism to disguise itself as any demon.

Whoosh.

Yang He conjured a gust of demonic wind, mimicking the wolf demon's less-than-stellar escape techniques, and wobbled his way toward the location of the Flesh and Blood Temple.

The deeper one goes into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, the more shocking the scenes become.

The demonic aura in the air had become so dense that it formed vast swathes of black mist that blotted out the sun. The land was desolate, with jagged rocks and a thick layer of corpses covering the mountains and fields.

"Qianyuan Mountain has become part of your Lion Camel Ridge territory."

Yang He chuckled and saw the mountain peaks piercing the clouds in the distance.

Qianyuan Mountain is no longer the immortal abode it once was.

The mountain has become a den of demons, its surface covered with countless caves of varying sizes and depths, each shimmering with different colors of light and inhabited by countless demons.

Various piercing screechs echoed, and a foul, putrid stench lingered around the mountains.

What disgusted Yang Hezuo even more was that every now and then, little demons would emerge from the cave carrying mutilated corpses and casually throw the bones down the mountain.

Pfft!Pfft!
Corpses rained down, striking the already piled-up bones below with dull thuds and sending up bursts of phosphorescent light.

Yang He continued flying for less than a thousand miles before encountering some demons from the True Immortal Realm.

Along the winding road, processions escorted by demons are converging on Qianyuan Mountain from all directions.

Those who survived were all young and strong, but they were all skin and bones.

They walked numbly along the road, occasionally a companion would fall to the ground and not get up, but they would just step over the corpse and continue on their way.

In addition, there were some monks who were clearly ordained as monks mixed in.

Yang He's gaze fell on a group of mortals led by a wolf demon. Among them was a middle-aged monk in his thirties or forties with a golden light between his eyebrows. He had deliberately wrapped his forehead in a rag to cover his unusual appearance.

"It's Yang Jian again."

"No, in fact, there are four Yang Jians within a hundred miles."

Yang He narrowed his eyes and noticed that the monks with the golden light were all related to Yang Jian, as if they were reincarnations of Yang Jian after his death.

The monks were among the few who were willing to treat the wounded, and they were respected by everyone.

The Buddhist faith has spread among the people.

"Now the Wanhua Heavenly Daoist Temple is in the hands of Buddhism. The demons are arranged by them, and the monks are also arranged by them. They can also convert troublemakers who do not obey the immortals and Buddhas."

Yang He slowly landed on the ground, the coldness at the corner of his mouth already uncontrollable. Just then, a blue-haired wolf demon belatedly noticed Yang He, and after sniffing the air and finding no scent of blood or prey, it immediately grinned and let out a mocking roar.

"You're from Blackwind Cave too, right?"

Yang He maintained his wolf demon appearance, and the other party only assumed that he belonged to the Black Wind Cave.

"Everyone else is rushing back to collect their rewards after the blood sacrifice, but you're back at Lion Camel Ridge empty-handed? Aren't you afraid the Second King will skin you alive and burn you to a crisp?"

The voice of the green-haired wolf demon attracted the attention of many demons, who all revealed mocking looks.

In their view, the task of collecting blood offerings was nothing, and Yang He would not be able to gain a foothold in Lion Camel Ridge if he returned empty-handed.

Yang He smiled and sized up the blue-haired wolf demon.

The green-haired wolf demon felt a sudden chill and instinctively took several steps back. Then, enraged, it stretched out its sharp claws and said, "Which cave master of Black Wind Cave are you subordinate to? Do you intend to tear me apart? Don't forget that Lion Camel Ridge does not allow cannibalism."

"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?!"

The green-haired wolf demon approached Yang He, its sharp claws aimed straight for Yang He's abdomen.

Yang He didn't even turn his head, but simply waved his hand casually, the movement light and unassuming, as if he were shooing away annoying flies.

A deafening roar echoed through the air, and an unparalleled, terrifying power erupted!

boom! ! !
The green-haired wolf demon, who was still shouting just a moment ago, didn't even have time to react before its body was struck head-on by the palm wind and shattered into pieces in mid-air.

Flesh, bones, internal organs, skin and fur...

The green-haired wolf demon was instantly crushed, turning into a sticky, foul-smelling pulp that mixed with demonic energy and scattered everywhere, splashing onto the demons that were nearby!
The discussion came to an abrupt halt.

All the demons looked at Yang He in terror and instinctively retreated.

Yang He realized that there were probably some taboos in Lion Camel Ridge. Thinking about it, it made sense; if they weren't restrained, the demons would have long since turned on each other.

He summoned the control panel, ready to return to the main world at any moment.

"Well."

Yang He felt a weight on his shoulder as a sticky sensation pressed against his back without warning.

The protective aura disguised as demonic energy didn't react at all, and then he heard a charming chuckle in his ear.

"whee……"

The chuckles echoed with countless overlapping sounds, composed entirely of the murmurs of the dead.

Yang He remained expressionless, but his pupils suddenly contracted.

The source was then discovered to be a palm-sized phantom, resembling a human female silhouette, with its main organ being a constantly opening and closing clam shell covered with irregular swirling patterns.

Staring at something for too long can cause dizziness.

Yang He's flesh was corroded, his bones gradually became hollow, and his life force was continuously absorbed, causing his body and soul to experience stinging pain.

The illusory image of the clam maiden burrowed into Yang He's body, hiding in his blood like a parasite.

All the demons already regarded Yang He as a dead man.

Yang He glanced at the silent demons and asked in a deep voice, "You're new here, what was that thing I was carrying on my back just now?"

The demon looked slightly taken aback, and someone was about to reprimand it.

boom.

Without hesitation, Yang He opened his mouth and spat out demonic energy that pierced through the other's head, and another half-illusory, half-solid clam-woman appeared on his back.

The demons dared not bother Yang He any longer; the latter was clearly a madman.

Not long after, a badger demon was pushed out.

The badger demon knelt down with a thud, his teeth chattering as he replied, "Replying to...Replying to my lord, that...that was a mirage demon."

"A mirage demon?"

"It was...it was the Second King...the Green-haired Lion who personally set up this taboo."

The badger demon dared not raise his head, his words filled with extreme fear, "Anyone...anyone who commits murder in the Lion Camel Ridge territory, who gets tainted with the blood of their own kind...anyone...anyone who might attract this thing."

Yang He smiled without saying a word and went to the entrance at the bottom of Qianyuan Mountain on his own.

The two dog demons guarding the entrance were about to stop them.

"Show your token! Tell me quickly, who are you from Black Wind Cave...?"

There were two more muffled sounds.

The headless corpse crashed down.

Yang He, without any restraint, acted like a madman, rampaging through the interconnected caves, with no demon daring to stop him.

Chaos ensued wherever they went, and the demons along the way were terrified at the sight.

"There's a mad demon!!"

"Another one has gone mad!!!"

The mirage demon within Yang He's body continued to wreak havoc, transforming into tiny insects invisible to the naked eye, indicating that most methods were ineffective in completely eliminating it.

"The mirage demon is most likely related to the old cunning guide, and the green-haired lion monster may even be the guide."

Yang He remembered that the position of Jieyin was related to pearls, and during the Investiture of the Gods, it showed a strange appearance similar to a clam.

"It seems that a sage has indeed descended upon the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field."

"The fact that the guide did not discover me immediately means that he has not yet regained consciousness and is likely asleep. This may be my chance."

The mirage demons began to multiply rapidly, and soon a sticky liquid seeped from their skin, and their bones began to take on a pearly luster.

The mucus on Yanghe's skin gradually hardened and formed a clam shell.

Soon, dense footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by the clanging sound of metal armor clashing, and a demonic aura swept over them.

Hundreds of demon soldiers clad in rough black bone armor poured out from various side paths, quickly forming a battle formation and surrounding Yang He, who was still feigning madness.

The leading demon general was a tall, imposing boar demon, comparable in size to a Golden Immortal, wielding a spiked mace.
"Seize him! Take him to the Bone-Corroding Prison! Await his fate!"

Yang He stopped struggling. He had roughly figured out the situation at the bottom of Lion Camel Ridge. The commotion was just to test the demons' reaction.

He kept his eyes on the panel the whole time, and would return to the main world if there was any threat.

The demon soldiers, fearing to be tainted by the mirage demon, merely used chains engraved with runes to bind Yang He, and then carefully escorted him deeper into the area.

The route was dark and damp, with a strong smell of blood in the air.

"The taboo is the breakthrough point, and Yang Jian and the others are also the breakthrough point."

Yang He quietly unleashed the Five-Colored Divine Light, his supernatural power gradually adapting to the mirage demon, specifically manifested in the blood that had previously stagnated beginning to flow again.

Finally, he arrived at an extremely fortified cave.

The cave imprisoned more than a dozen out-of-control demons, all of whom were no longer human, while the adjacent cave housed thousands of mortals.

boom.

Yang He staggered into the cave. The moment the iron gate closed, the remaining demons imprisoned there had already become the mediums that triggered the taboo.

Minced meat was scattered all over the floor.

"It's almost impossible to disguise yourself as a member of Lion Camel Ridge. We might as well keep you here and figure out how to take back the dojo."

(End of this chapter)