Mythology

Chapter 526 I have a cheat code, who am I afraid of?
The King of Inspiration watched Yang He disappear into the darkness, his whole body trembling.

He looked around and saw more than a dozen demon kings hugging their heads and baring their fangs and claws, their bodies and souls grazing towards Yang He, clearly indicating that he had been possessed.

The Great King of Inspiration finally understood why Buddhism referred to Yang He as an extraterrestrial demon.

"Could it be... that I've already been possessed by an extraterrestrial demon?"

The King of Inspiration looked fearful, but dared not show the slightest malice, because any action would be meaningless in the face of a terrifying being like Yang He.

boom.

Mount Qianyuan trembled slightly with the breath of the guide, and the breeze blowing through the room carried an unmistakable stench of blood, which grew stronger and stronger.

The wicked corpse immortal that Yang He had transformed into continued its arduous journey.

His condition was also not optimistic. Every inch he moved required him to withstand the power of the sage, and his flesh and bones made a sound of unbearable strain.

Yang He is now fighting not only against the mirage demons, but also against the Buddha's light that guides him.

In the pitch-black darkness, there were streaks of Buddha's light, like the luster of pearls, clearly the last line of defense to guide and protect them.

Yang He was within the range of the Buddha's light, and his body and soul gradually transformed into pearls.

"Cough cough cough."

He opened his mouth and spat out blood, which turned into pearls and scattered as soon as it touched the ground.

Pearl grew limbs and facial features, emanating a faint demonic aura, but before it could become a demon, it was once again crushed by Yang He's foot.

"The gap between a Primordial Golden Immortal and a Saint is still too great. Even though the Saint I was guided by was somewhat unreliable, I still gained a lot."

Although Yang He was suffering, he was breaking through the limits of his foundation every minute and every second.

He realized that there was indeed no distinction between minor realms for the Primordial Golden Immortal; the process of climbing to Quasi-Saint was simply stepping up one step at a time.

The Five-Colored Divine Light can be said to be the most suitable supernatural power for a Primordial Golden Immortal.

puff.

Yang He's physical collapse intensified, with muffled, teeth-grinding sounds emanating from his body. Not only were his limbs, which were supporting his crawling, shattering, but his internal organs were also likely unable to withstand the strain.

Bone fragments and bits of flesh are turned into pearls, preventing the wound from healing completely.

Any Primordial Golden Immortal from the Three Realms, past or present, even if only half a step away from Quasi-Saint, would find it difficult to survive in the same predicament.

Yang He's other regular characters, when directly facing the guide, could not last that long.

Only by fusing the true form of many immortal bodies, and with the blessing of the five-colored divine light, can one barely reach the level of being impervious to all laws, and thus rely on an unreasonable foundation to forcefully resist the erosion of the saint.

Gradually, Yang He could vaguely see the cave dwelling of the guide.

The surrounding rock walls were now covered with vein patterns, and the densely packed eyeballs were no longer cloudy, their gazes coldly fixed on Yang He.

The Buddha's light penetrated into Yang He's Niwan Palace, attempting to change his perception.

Yang Hedao was resolute and ignored any crazy illusions. He always adhered to his bottom line. If his body and soul were out of control and his spiritual vision increased beyond his expectations, he would immediately escape.

It's unknown how much flesh and bone were pulverized, or how many internal organs were consumed.

Yang He finally arrived at the end of the passageway, and the cave for receiving visitors was just ten meters away.

There was no grand gate, no restrictive barrier against backlash, and no guardian of the Saha world; there was only what appeared to be a naturally formed cave entrance.

The edge of the cave entrance is just ordinary brown rock, and you can even see some signs of wear. However, heavy breathing and Buddha's light are clearly transmitted from inside.

Yang He was certain that this was the place where the sage rested.

"Is Buddhism arrogant? They didn't make any preparations at all, and just exposed themselves to me."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Yang He did not back down because of this; he knew he would have to face the sage sooner or later.

The person inside the cave was not the saint Yang He had imagined.

It was a huge blue-maned lion with its eyes closed, radiating a tangible Buddhist light. The moment the light touched the air, it created a deafening chanting sound.

The resulting oppression was suffocating.

At the same time, the green lion's fur gradually faded, and the ferocious lion's head became integrated, vaguely outlining the outline of a human figure.

As a sage, Jieyin wanted to descend into the world of legends through the physical body of the blue-haired lion, so naturally, the physical compatibility needed to reach a certain level.

At the current pace of its arrival, it will take at least another hundred years.

Yang He narrowed his eyes, realizing that it wasn't that Jieyin was being arrogant, but rather that he was simply not taken seriously by Jieyin. Even a Primordial Golden Immortal couldn't threaten a Saint in the slightest.

The Buddhists, who were planning the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Daoist Temple, must have already figured out the conditions required for Yang He to possess their body.

In comparison, perhaps what the sage values ​​most is... time. If Yang He were to regain control of the Myriad Transformations Tree, it would introduce a great deal of uncertainty.

When he saw the blue-haired lion, he had already given up the idea of ​​possessing it, and he probably couldn't get even half a meter away from the guide no matter what he tried.

As Yang He pondered, the blue-haired lion suddenly opened its eyes.

"Yang He!!"

A grand murmur emanated from the mouth of the green-haired lion, causing Lion Camel Ridge to vibrate. It could be clearly heard by both the demon king hiding in the shadows and the believers gathered at the bottom!
"Well."

Yang He let out a muffled groan, and most of his body exploded!

His gaze remained unchanged, as if he were deep in thought. With the help of the immortal body, his flesh and bones struggled to grow buds, yet remained rooted to the spot.

Yang He then realized that Jieyin had not woken up at all; only a trace of his consciousness spoke, indicating that Jieyin was waiting for him.

"The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field will be rebuilt into the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in eighteen hundred years, becoming an unparalleled Buddhist Pure Land. This is the will of Heaven and cannot be reversed."

The guide paused slightly, as if scrutinizing Yang He, before throwing out a temptation that could drive any immortal or Buddha in the world mad.

“Yang He, if you are willing to convert and give up your attachment to the Heavenly Way here, Buddhism can regard you as the Lord of the Western Paradise. You will enjoy endless lifespan, be worshipped by all Buddhas, and have a venerable status second only to Shakyamuni.”

The tone of the introduction suggests a discussion, but it could also be a declaration.

He didn't believe that Yang He, who was already driven to a dead end, would become an enemy of Buddhism. He thought that as long as Yang He agreed to his request, all the troubles would disappear.

Even Shakyamuni Buddha would help Yang Cheng become a saint.

Yang He sneered and replied sarcastically, "Lord of the Western Paradise? What a grand title! You're probably just a clay statue bathed in Buddha's light."

He clearly saw that what Buddhism wanted was to completely refine the myriad transformations of the Heavenly Dao Field, and that Shakyamuni would most likely replace the myriad transformations tree to achieve the Heavenly Dao.

Even if he were given the empty title of Lord of the Western Paradise, his life and death would still be decided by Shakyamuni. He would just be a slightly higher-level worker, practically getting something for nothing.

The guiding consciousness did not expect Yang He to refuse so decisively.

He said no more, and the area of ​​the cave where he was breathing began to expand. Then, the blood vessels and meridians on the surface of the walls continued to extend.

"You have a good plan. You seized my dojo and now you want me to guard your home."

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

Yang He had already prepared his mouth for deep fusion, his brows furrowed with murderous intent. "The Daoist temple is my foundation. Want it? Come and take it yourself!"

Jieyin remained silent for a moment, seemingly surprised by Yang He.

“Yang He, if you hadn’t occupied the position of one of the Seven Sages of Buddhism, how could we have been so passive in dealing with the Great Calamity? The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field should have been a Buddhist site.”

After a few breaths, the guide's tone became indifferent again, "Very well, since you are unwilling to give up the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, I will not force you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the green-haired lion turned around and faced away from Yang He.

Yang He noticed the green-haired lion's navel, where numerous roots extended out and pierced into Qian Yuan Mountain at the other end.

"Damn it, you bald monk!!!"

He cursed under his breath, wondering why the guide's tone had softened.

However, it was discovered that the guide had already refined some of the side branches of the Myriad Transformations Tree's roots, a move intended to force Yang He to abandon his Daoist practice. "Amitabha."

The blue-haired lion glanced at Yang He indifferently, his gaze devoid of any emotion.

Then he slowly closed his eyes again, and continued to guide his consciousness to the dojo, as if Yang He was no longer worth paying attention to.

Yang He frowned, staring at the panel for a long time without making a decision.

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

The connection between the guide and the Myriad Transformations Tree is already established. Even if it is only a minor branch, it means that if the deep integration backfires, it will damage the minor branch and cause damage to the Myriad Transformations Tree.

This could create a weakness in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

Yang He had not forgotten that there were three sages eyeing the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Arena, who would surely take full advantage of the arena's weaknesses.

What a dilemma!
Or perhaps we should gamble on whether deep fusion can severely damage the Five Saints?
"Should we return to the main world first? Or wait until the guide has fully descended upon the dojo..."

Yang He had the thought of mutual destruction, but he forcibly suppressed it. He still had a bright future ahead of him and there was no need to perish with Jieyin.

Returning to the main world is only a temporary solution; the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field is unique throughout history, unlike the corpses of permanent characters which can be mass-produced. The consequence of Buddhist refining is the complete loss of one's foundation.

His eyes gleamed, and his physique exuded an increasingly dangerous aura.

"Guide them!!!"

When Jieyin heard Yang He address him directly, he let out a disdainful whimper, which was nothing more than a helpless rage before the inevitable happened.

Yang He summoned the panel again, but it wasn't for deep fusion.

In fact, besides returning to the main world, there is one more thing he can do.

The story of visiting the sect.

Biyou Palace: 1/1 (0%)

Jade Void Palace: 1/1 (0%)

Yang He did not hesitate and decisively chose Biyou Palace.

[Would you like to consume 1 point of Spirit Vision to enter Biyou Palace?]

The last time he was in Biyou Palace, it was the crucial moment when Tongtian Jiaozhu transcended, and the entire sea area could directly face the sage's remaining power.

"determine."

Since the guidance can promote the foundation through the Five-Colored Divine Light, the adaptive effect of directly facing the Tongtian Sect Master will only be more significant.

"Jieyin, I've got you all wrapped around my little finger!"

Please select the sea area where you are located in Biyou Palace.

[Shallow Sea: You are Lü Yue, a second-generation disciple of the Jie Sect. As your master is about to transcend, you will witness all of this in the Shallow Sea.]

[Coral Sea: You are Lü Yue, a second-generation disciple of the Jie Sect. As your master is about to transcend, you will witness all of this in the Coral Sea.]

[Reef Sea: You are Lü Yue, a second-generation disciple of the Jie Sect. As your master is about to transcend, you will witness it all at the Reef Sea.]

Yang He did not refresh the page. Based on his memory of the scene, the Tongtian Sect Leader was already very close to the water level. Once he left the sea, the Five-Colored Divine Light would most likely not be able to hold on.

"Choose shallow waters."

He stared intently at the guide, and then his consciousness spun around him.

.........

Yang He felt a little unwell. Not long ago, he was still at Lion Camel Ridge, but in the blink of an eye, he was already at the seaside, with the salty sea breeze blowing in his face.

The increase in spiritual vision far exceeded that of the guidance, and the five-colored divine light subconsciously protected the body and soul.

Yang He stood on the rough sand and looked around. The sea was calm and still, with a deathly faint light, as if the Tongtian Sect Master's transcendence had not yet affected the shallow sea. But in fact, this was not the case.

Not far away on the shallows, a dozen or so fishermen's children were chasing the waves, shouting with joy.

An adult fisherman stood under a tree a little further away, laughing and calling out, his voice echoing across the empty coastline, "Come on, come on, stop playing around!"

Yang He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to warn the fisherman of the danger.

However, in the blink of an eye...

Without any warning, and with the sea breeze still blowing, a wave suddenly surged up and gently splashed onto the child's feet.

Yang He's pupils suddenly contracted, and five-colored divine light seemed about to burst forth.

The color of any skin that the waves touched faded at an alarming rate.

The children's running posture froze instantly; the joy remained on their faces, but the sparkle in their eyes had vanished.

Then its body began to swell and deform, taking on a shape like coral branches.

The coral branches continue to branch and grow.

Living, breathing flesh and blood bodies are transformed into coral in the seawater.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, under Yang He's witness, the corpse, now without skeletal support, rang out with a series of dense, crisp cracking sounds, scattering across the ground.

In about half a breath, the area within a thousand miles surrounding the shallow sea was completely barren.

Yang He felt a stinging pain in his skin, and the Five-Colored Divine Light began to take effect. Unbeknownst to him, the seawater turned blood red.

With the full moon hanging high, the Tongtian Sect Leader's transcendence was beginning to emerge.

Yang He dared not delay as he headed towards the sea. He felt no pity for mortals; the sect instance he had experienced was merely an interlude in history, a calamity destined to occur.

He let the seawater envelop him, curling up into a ball to adapt to the Tongtian Sect Leader.

As the tide rises and falls, the body dissolves into the seawater.

Yang He closed his eyes and floated in the seawater, not even controlling his direction, clearly going with the flow and not wanting to increase his presence.

With proper guidance, the Five-Colored Divine Light quickly became adept at navigating the shallow sea.

Yang He grew underwater breathing organs and could feel his body and soul foundation growing. He tried his best to stabilize his Dao heart so that it would not become unbalanced.

All the way deep.

Seawater, teeming with countless bubbles, slowly rose into the air, and the mournful cries of lingering souls echoed across the sea.

"The pressure from the Tongtian Sect Leader covers the East China Sea with the original site of Biyou Palace as the center, so I can adjust the sea area according to the degree of adaptation."

Yang He didn't know how long it would take for the Tongtian Sect Master to transcend, but it was clearly not something that could be achieved overnight.

He was like an infant immersed in amniotic fluid, absorbing as much nutrition as possible, just to give the guide a big surprise.

ten years.

Twenty years.

Thirty years.

Yang He's appearance underwent a dramatic change, and his flesh and bones were covered with coral.

Fifty years.

Seventy years.

Corals pile up on each other, forming small coral islands that, at first glance, look like a corpse in blood, long since far from the shallow sea area.

In the eighty-third year, the Tongtian Sect Leader's hair finally spread to the surface of the water.

Yang He had already planned to return to Lion Camel Ridge, but before that, he needed to sacrifice himself to push the Five-Colored Divine Light to a new level.

(End of this chapter)