Mythology

Chapter 525 Come, old man, guide me.
The stench of blood grew stronger, and maniacal laughter filled the air.

Among the mortals kept in the caves, many had been imprisoned for twenty or thirty years. Their anger towards the demons fueled their rage, leaving behind corpses everywhere.

However, compared to the almost frenzied chaos in the lower level of Lion Camel Ridge, the upper level of Lion Camel Ridge maintained an eerie tranquility.

A thick, eerie atmosphere filled the air, and deafening panting could be faintly heard.

Why do unexpected events still occur even when one has the backing of a sage?

Whispers mingled with panting breaths, and a dragon head was seen gazing into the depths of the upper level of Lion Camel Ridge; clearly, the source of the panting was Jieyin.

The dragon head retreated into the cave, and a long, drawn-out sigh echoed outwards.

The upper level of Lion Camel Ridge is dotted with hundreds of caves, all inhabited by demon kings who have become immortals, while the cave of the Great King of Inspiration is located in the southwest corner.

"It should be fine."

The King of Inspiration shook his head, his plump body covered in fiery red scales.

He lay prostrate on the ground, seemingly unconcerned. He remembered that he had been in the Kingdom of Women, but it seemed that his soul had been scattered unexpectedly. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in Lion Camel Ridge, trapped in the mountains for hundreds of years.

"Lion Camel Ridge is said to be the site of the Daoist temple of an extraterrestrial demon."

King Linggan had no idea about extraterrestrial demons; he only knew that the Second King of Lion Camel Ridge was the Guide Saint, so this place was impregnable, and the death of ordinary minor demons would not affect him.

He took out several mummified corpses and threw them into his mouth with a sickening crunching sound.

Although the blood offerings were prepared to guide the saints, there were also occasional waste products from naturally dead animals, which only tasted slightly fishy and smelly.

"Your Majesty!!!"

When the Great King of Inspiration heard the shouts of the patrolling demons outside the cave, a hint of impatience appeared between his brows.

"Come in, the affairs of Lion Camel Ridge are not my responsibility."

The patrolling demon scrambled into the cave, collapsing to his knees in panic.

"Your Majesty, those blood-devouring creatures from the lower levels, along with a group of demons, have caused a huge disturbance in Lion Camel Ridge!"

King Linggan paused in his chewing, then chuckled in a muffled voice, "An alliance? What a joke! What waves can blood demons and mortal demons make when they get together? Just send a squad of demon soldiers to crush them."

"No...no, Your Majesty!" The little demon kowtowed repeatedly in terror. "They...the scriptures they're chanting have bewitched many of our brothers, causing them to turn against us and attack us!!"

The King of Inspiration showed a slight interest, but remained unconvinced, saying, "It's nothing more than a seduction technique..."

Before he could finish speaking, the little demon seemed to remember something and quickly added, "I secretly memorized a few lines of the scripture, it seems... it seems to be..."

The little demon began to stammer as he recited the incantation, and as soon as the scripture began, his eyes flashed with an uncontrollable fervor.

"With bones as seats and vengeful spirits as incense, we pray to the eternally unchanging corpses, the immortal and indestructible ghosts, and the Buddha of immeasurable merit, who can transform in a thousand ways..."

At first, the King of Inspiration listened with a hint of mockery, but the more he listened, the more he felt something was amiss, and the disdain on his face vanished.

I could only feel a buzzing sound in my Niwan Palace. Just from the description in the scriptures, I had a creepy feeling, as if I were facing a sage.

"you……"

The King of Inspiration suddenly came to his senses and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was mixed with countless maggots.

"damn it!!"

The King of Inspiration grabbed the little demon's head, and the latter continued chanting in a muffled voice, "The root of all Qi, the complete understanding of impurities, the swift appearance of golden light..."

"Shut up!!"

The King of Inspiration pierced the little demon's forehead with his index finger, and the little demon continued to laugh maniacally until its death, uttering chilling words.

"King of Inspiration!!"

Why don't you worship my Lord?!

boom.

The King of Inspiration crushed the little demon's head and paced anxiously inside the cave.

Anomalies were reported from many caves, indicating that there were probably quite a few demons who came to chant scriptures. Fortunately, most of the demon kings seemed to have taken precautions in advance, and the chaos did not escalate.

The King of Inspiration, however, felt that the situation was not as simple as he had imagined.

The passages, when connected, clearly mention someone I absolutely do not want to mention, seemingly named Yang He?

It is said that Yang He has countless incarnations. I once had a brief encounter with his demonic form, and it was indeed not comparable to an ordinary demon king. How could this be? Could Yang He be the so-called extraterrestrial demon?

Sweat dripped continuously from the forehead of the Inspiration King. The Lion Camel Ridge was essentially using this method to prevent the extraterrestrial demons from influencing it.

If a sage can be so wary of Yang He, then Yang He must at least be a quasi-sage.

Yang He has already... has already infiltrated Lion Camel Ridge?!

The Great King of Inspiration, a demon king comparable to a Great Luo Golden Immortal, was trembling uncontrollably, his heart instantly overwhelmed by boundless fear.

He had originally hoped to enter Buddhism through the guidance of the sages, but now it seems that once the sages fight each other, the entire Lion Camel Ridge will probably be doomed.

At this moment, the increasingly intense chanting of scriptures below had become a death knell in the ears of the Great King of Inspiration!
"No! No!! Staying in Lion Camel Ridge will only lead to certain death!!!"

King Linggan was in a state of utter confusion and could no longer care about anything else. He suppressed his demonic aura and rushed out of his cave, wanting only to get away from this place of trouble as soon as possible.

He avoided the nearby demon king's cave and followed the most hidden path in his memory, heading towards the secret passage known only to him.

Not long after, the King of Inspiration arrived at a secluded corner where no one ever went.

The secret passage is hidden in a crevice between the rock walls, leading directly to the lower level of Lion Camel Ridge. We just need to find an opportunity to break through the encirclement.

"Luckily, I was cautious, unlike those demon kings who readily believed in Buddhism..."

Just as the King of Inspiration breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly discovered that the secret passage, which should have been perfectly sealed, had opened slowly in front of him without any warning.

A chill ran up from my tailbone to the top of my head.

The King of Inspiration's jaw opened and closed uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but murmur the scriptures, "Bones as seats, vengeful spirits as incense..."

"I beseech the eternally unchanging corpse, no, no!!"

He desperately tried to cover his mouth, but it was no use.

From the bottomless tunnel came a chilling rustling sound, as if countless slippery, sticky things were crawling.

Immediately afterwards, a bulky figure slowly walked over.

The figure was not human-shaped at all; it was a large mass of flesh and bone that barely maintained a human-like outline, with bluish-purple skin and blood constantly oozing from the pores on its body.

"hiss."

The King of Inspiration gasped, and as the figure breathed, the blood that had just left its body returned to it.

As he entered and exited, his figure was shrouded in blood mist from beginning to end.

"you you you……"

The King of Inspiration froze on the spot, his scales all popping up.

He realized that his figure was being corrupted by the mirage demons that were guiding him. Occasionally, one or two mirage demons would enter his body, causing him unbearable pain in both body and soul.

The other side contains at least several hundred mirages.

Furthermore, as the figure approaches the cave where the guide is located, the mirage demon becomes increasingly active, and its corrosiveness increases with almost every step taken.

"So it was the secret passage dug by Fellow Daoist Linggan. Not bad, it saved me a lot of energy."

"What does he... mean?" King Linggan's legs went weak. Was his figure actively accepting the erosion of the mirage demon in order to temper his physical body?

"Yes, yes... it is junior." Yang He nodded. According to the reaction of his spiritual vision, the distance to the guide was probably only about a hundred meters away, but the mirage demon had already reached its peak.

His foundation was unprecedented, yet he struggled even to receive guidance.

If it were an ordinary Primordial Golden Immortal, the moment the mirage demon entered his body, his soul would be scattered.

"Fellow Daoist Linggan, take me to your cave to rest."

The King of Inspiration felt somewhat familiar with the scene and dared not disobey in the slightest. He didn't even dare to raise his head and trembled as he turned around to lead the way.

He had considered taking the opportunity to escape, but Yang Heshen's soul was too weak for him to handle, so he decided to wait a while longer.

"Senior, we have arrived at the cave."

King Inspiration, after a long and arduous journey, finally managed to circle back to his cave.

Upon entering the cave, Yang He didn't even glance at the rare and precious decorations; his first reaction was to summon a large number of human-faced peaches.

Hundreds of people, each with their own role, disappeared into the rock face and underground.

hum.

The life-gathering pillar quietly enveloped the cave, isolating the human and the demon from the outside world.

Yang He couldn't wait to sit down cross-legged and fully circulate the Five-Colored Divine Light. Immediately, the mirage demon within his body emitted a series of ear-piercing screechs.

The Great King of Inspiration was even more horrified, meaning that Yang He had been suppressing the mirage demon all along.

"call."

Yang He let out a long sigh of relief, and his body slowly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although blood was still flowing from his pores, at least the outline of a human figure could be seen.

He could sense that as the Five-Colored Divine Light digested and nourished him, the efficiency of adaptation became faster and faster, indicating that it was very difficult to go from zero to something, but subsequent adaptation was not a problem.

The King of Inspiration huddled in a corner, feeling like each day was an eternity.

He witnessed the strange aura emanating from Yang He, and the mirage demons set up by Jieyin were gradually losing their effectiveness. It was clear that the extraterrestrial demons' only target was Jieyin. Could it be that they wanted to eat the saint?
"Fellow Daoist Linggan, what's the situation outside the cave?"

"Let me ask."

The Great King of Inspiration suddenly realized that following Yang He was not unacceptable. Both were saints, but the extraterrestrial demons were clearly more powerful than Buddhism.

He telepathically inquired of a demon king he knew, but received an ambiguous reply.

Some demon kings felt uneasy and, relying on the fact that they would not touch the mirage demons, tried to approach the cave where the guide was located; other demon kings led their demon soldiers and generals to the lower level of Lion Camel Ridge to suppress the demons.

The King of Inspiration relayed this to Yang He, who remained silent.

Yang He narrowed his eyes, realizing that the current situation of Lion Camel Ridge could not be kept secret from the other sages, and that they would surely have a solution.

He most likely doesn't have time to continue his seclusion.

"It's about time to go and meet the guide. If there's no chance, then just honestly go for deep integration. Hehe, just flip the table over."

Under the horrified gaze of the Inspiration King, Yang He exuded a powerful demonic aura.

The Nuo flag covered the face, with a jet-black character '孽' on the surface, and a slightly smaller character '尸' on the forehead.

Yang He used the Immortal Transformation Technique, with the Yellow-Eyebrowed King as the main figure and the Corpse Heavenly Venerable as the assistant.

puff.

Yang He's back was torn open, and more than a dozen long, narrow limbs grew out from it, his skin stained with lividity, and red hair spread for more than half a meter.

His appearance changed to half-human, half-centipede, with his spine stretching to over thirty meters.

Then it began to crawl in an extremely bizarre posture.

The Corpse Immortal that Yang He transformed into appeared agile, but in reality, its movements were extremely slow. Every time it crawled forward, one or two limbs would explode because it could not withstand the erosion of the Mirage Demon.

But the next moment, the Corpse Immortal's immortality came into play again.

Yang He kept having new limbs replace his own, and he actually managed to carry the mirage demon deep into the passageway, heading straight for the source of the guide.

The precious bone marrow was suspended overhead, and the human-faced peach followed Yang He as he moved.

His skill in creating life-sculpting stakes has improved day by day. Now, with a single thought, he can combine the human-faced peaches into different life-sculpting stakes within a hundred meters.

The five-colored divine light flowed around the soul, and the adaptive speed increased.

King Linggan was terrified, watching Yang He disappear into the darkness without looking back.

He knew Yang He intended to let him go, but... was it too late to escape Lion Camel Ridge now? Or would it be another dead end?
The King of Inspiration gritted his teeth and reluctantly agreed to travel with Yang He.

Before he could take more than a few steps, the mirage demon had already attached itself to the flesh and blood of the Great King of Inspiration, and indescribable pain was transmitted to his internal organs.

The Great King of Inspiration understood that because of the loss of control over Lion Camel Ridge, the mirage demons were becoming indiscriminate.

Yang He opened his mouth and swallowed the mirage demon of the Great King of Inspiration in one gulp. The five-colored divine light sizzled, and he also sent a wisp of demonic energy into the latter's body.

The King of Inspiration is essentially his own backup physical body.

Yang He's deep fusion will definitely bring his true form back to the main world. If there is a lack of permanent role-playing, then the Inspiration King can be used to play the role.

As Yang He ventured deeper, the rock walls on both sides underwent a strange transformation, their surfaces now inlaid with countless pearls that resembled human eyes.

Pearl's pupils were unfocused, yet she instinctively stared intently at Yang He.

Without exception, all the mirage demons were comparable to the Great Luo Golden Immortals, causing Yang He to have to wade through sticky glue as if he were advancing just one meter.

"Senior, there is a demon king ahead."

Yang He continued walking, and not far away, twenty or thirty demon kings knelt in the shadows.

All the demon kings shaved their heads, wore ill-fitting robes, and tried to imitate the attire of monks, while trying their best to suppress the burgeoning mirage demons.

As the grotesque and terrifying Corpse Immortal slowly crawled towards them, all the demon kings took a step back.

Yang He ignored them and flicked his red-furred tail!
Its tail traced an arc!

The expressions of the dozen or so demon kings froze, as if they had been hit head-on by a high-speed moving mountain, their protective demonic auras proving utterly ineffective.

Before he could even scream, he was sent flying backward.

One by one, their tendons and bones were broken, and their fate was unknown!
What...what kind of monster is this?!

Yang He, who appeared weak and exhausted in the eyes of the demon kings, was still incredibly powerful despite enduring the erosion of countless mirage demons.
Yang He swept past the demon kings and telepathically reminded Linggan Dawang to stay where he was.

He hadn't gone far when he remembered something else.

Whoosh whoosh!
Yang He spat out sharp teeth that pierced the foreheads of several demon kings, forcibly infusing them with demonic energy.

Then bring up the panel.

[Should a permanent character, <Ghost Tiger Demon>, be generated?]

[Should I generate a permanent character, <Akainu>?]

[Should a permanent character, the Spleen Serpent Demon, be generated?]

.........

Yang He only reserved three permanent character slots for himself, and used up the rest. The selected demon kings all had their own dojos.

Regardless of the merits or demerits of the field, as long as it can add to the backlash power of deep integration, that's fine.

Ignoring the terrified demon kings, he headed straight for the old man who guided them.

(End of this chapter)