Mythology

Chapter 527 I Can Still Possess a Saint

Yang He understood that the Biyou Palace sect instance was likely to be a dead end, after all, he had wasted eighty-three years of his life there.

But in any case, as long as the goal is achieved, it won't be too much of a loss.

"Well."

Yang He opened his eyes, and the coral island covering his body shook violently, as the coral tissue that had grown from flesh and bone gradually contracted.

He no longer passively adapts, but actively uses the Five-Colored Divine Light to change his body and soul.

"Hey, come here!"

The five-colored divine light transformed into the shape of a cat with colorful fur, swirled around once, and then disappeared back into Yang He's body, causing his body and soul to surge.

At the same time, the Immortal Transformation Technique, combined with the Five-Colored Divine Light, enveloped Yang He's head with the Evil Character Nuo Banner.

Roar! ! !
The coral layer on Yang He's body shattered and peeled away inch by inch, revealing the writhing flesh beneath. Then, fine scales quickly emerged and covered his entire body.

The fingernails curved into sharp claws capable of tearing mountains apart, and the spine emitted a teeth-grinding crackling sound as it extended segment by segment, eventually transforming into a ferocious dragon tail covered in bone spurs.

Although Yang He's adaptive ability is temporary, it is by no means much worse than that of a true dragon.

Before long, its mouth and nose protruded forward, its sharp teeth interlocked, its dragon horns pierced the flesh of its forehead and snaked upwards, and its vertical pupils gleamed faintly.

The coral monster is hundreds of meters long, and its demonic aura stirs up the seawater.

Yang He dared not delay and plunged into the sea towards the location of the Tongtian Sect Leader, striving to face the true face of the sage at the last moment.

Compared to Jieyin, Tongtian Jiaozhu is the true saint.

Yang He traveled at an extremely fast speed, covering hundreds of miles in a short time.

The deeper one goes into the East China Sea, the more severe the erosion becomes, forcing one to constantly sacrifice flesh and blood, while the sea becomes increasingly deep and boundless.

"what!!"

Yang He had a splitting headache and little chance of survival.

He knew he couldn't go any deeper. According to the growth pattern of spiritual vision, the Tongtian Sect Master was right below him, or rather, the deep and boundless seawater originated from the sage.

The vast East China Sea had just been able to accommodate the Tongtian Sect Leader.

Yang He's hundred-meter-long dragon body was like dust in front of the Tongtian Sect Leader. Seeing this, he chose to stay in place, waiting in fear for the saint to transcend.

Soon, pressure came from all directions and began to act on Yang He.

When the Five-Colored Divine Light is brought to its fullest potential, the body and soul are constantly improving, but the price is a 30% increase in the collapse of the bones and flesh.

Before Yang He could react, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards the shadows on the seabed.

Hundreds or thousands of years later, Yang He saw the Tongtian Sect Leader clearly once again.

Countless thoughts drove the Tongtian Sect Leader.

With an indescribable appearance that showed no signs of human origin, Yang He noticed that the Tongtian Cult Leader's body was covered in what appeared to be decay.

Black blood gushed from the wound, clearly indicating that the Three Pure Ones had been in contact with Guixu for at least a thousand years.

Yang He even noticed a sense of familiarity rising in his heart.

The familiarity came out of nowhere.

He thought about it carefully but couldn't remember why he felt that the Tongtian Sect Leader was familiar. Even if he had faced him more than once, he shouldn't feel so familiar. Could it be because the two of them had communicated?

Yang He even began to suspect that the Three Pure Ones might have done something wrong.
Logically speaking, since Shakyamuni placed his hopes for surviving countless eons on himself as a variable, the Three Pure Ones should also be interested.

Just then, the increasingly intense pain interrupted my thoughts.

Yang He was almost torn apart by the aura emanating from the Tongtian Sect Master. His scales stopped peeling off and he was completely crushed along with his flesh and bones.

The bones emitted a despairing cracking sound.

The five-colored divine light was no longer sufficient to withstand the remaining power of the Tongtian Sect Master, and his immortal body was unable to heal its injuries; his vitality was visibly fading.

Yang He only managed to hold on for a few breaths before his hundred-meter-long dragon body completely lost its form.

It transformed into a bizarre, collapsed mass of flesh, barely floating on the sea surface.

Yang He's five senses were blurred, yet he could still perceive the Tongtian Sect Leader. The saint's body had filled the world, though it was even more decayed.

boom! ! !
As Yang He was about to leave the sect, at the very moment his consciousness was about to vanish, his divine sense seemed to undergo a subtle, almost imperceptible adaptation.

With the aid of spiritual vision, his divine consciousness sank into the endless depths of the sea.

As Yang He lay dying, he saw a coral-covered finger pierce through the waves.

Its size was immeasurable, as if it were a pillar supporting the heavens and the earth, spanning countless miles, piercing through layers of waves, and heading towards Yang He, this mere speck of dust.

"?"

Yang He was completely astonished. He was nothing more than a drop in the ocean in the East Sea. Even if his aura reached the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal, he could not cause any impact.

The Master of the Heavenly Sect is at a crucial juncture of transcendence and should have no time to concern himself with outsiders.

It should be noted that at the end of the Investiture of the Gods, the Three Pure Ones had almost lost their minds, so how could they care about a mere Hunyuan Golden Immortal?

boom! ! !
In his final moments, Yang He crushed his own flesh with his fingers.

[Your character, "Tai Xu Xun Jie Shi Hai Tian Zun," has died, ending your role in this story.]

.........

The next moment, Yang He's consciousness returned to Lion Camel Ridge.

As before, the massive, mountain-like blue-maned lion was panting heavily, creating an invisible but terrifying sense of oppression.

Yang He wanted to laugh, but there was still too much difference between sages.

He turned around, pretending to give up, and slowly walked to the entrance of the cave.

The blue-haired lion narrowed its eyes, and the remaining consciousness of the guide kept scrutinizing Yang He. It could vaguely sense that Yang He seemed to have experienced something in the blink of an eye.

However, the guidance is not the main consciousness. Before Yang He inherited the benefits, he was essentially no different. It was just that he had just come into contact with the Tongtian Sect Master and his state of mind still had some flaws.

The blue-haired lion kept its eyes closed, and its breathing became steady.

Yang He felt relieved. If there was even the slightest abnormality in the guidance, he was prepared to immediately enter the Jade Void Palace and face the Primordial Heavenly Venerable again, which would surely increase his chances of success.

But so be it.

Yang He glanced at the green-haired lion out of the corner of his eye; it seemed unnecessary to waste any more time on sect anecdotes.

Whether you inherit the gains from the Celestial Venerable of the Great Void's Corpse-Patrolling Tribulation, you will receive the following benefits.

【Five-Colored Divine Light (Minor Sacred Realm)】

Coral Amber

Yang He raised an eyebrow. The Lesser Saint Realm was probably the panel's classification of the Primordial Golden Immortal. There was no need to worry about the specifics, since there were likely many more steps to climb to become a saint.

He was surprised to find coral amber in the harvest; why would such a thing appear in the harvest?

Coral Amber

[Originally part of the Biyou Palace, a sacred site of the Sages, it contains a wisp of the soul of the Tongtian Sect Master. Consuming it allows one to comprehend the Heavenly Dao.]

The origin of coral amber is unclear, but the information suggests there shouldn't be any major issues.

Yang He did not rush to exchange for the coral amber. Instead, the moment he stepped out of the cave, he chose to inherit the cultivation gained from the adaptive power of the Five-Colored Divine Light.

He groaned softly, suppressing his breathing as he slowly digested and regenerated the nutrients.

Fortunately, the Five-Colored Divine Light is essentially a spirit beast with very few flaws, making it difficult to directly perceive the subtle growth of one's foundation.

pat.

Yang He paused slightly, as if he had been freed from restraints, and the erosion from the guide had slowed down.

He did not linger. Now that he had dealt with Jieyin, he could not hesitate for a moment. He quietly turned back to the cave entrance.

The blue-maned lion lay prostrate inside, its eyes tightly closed. Its remaining consciousness did not control its physical body; its actions were driven solely by instinct.

Yang He's sudden action posed no threat to the Green-haired Lion.

His steady breathing paused for a moment.

Instead, the remaining consciousness took it very seriously. The green-haired lion raised its head and opened its eyes, only to be surprised to find that Yang He had somehow appeared within half a meter of it.

Furthermore, Yang He's bloated figure had returned to human form. Jieyin advised, "Yang He, don't be so stubborn. Even if you master his mind-reading ability, you can't bridge the gap between us."

Yang He did not reply, and the mirage demons within his body gradually became nutrients.

After his trip to Biyou Palace, the corrosive effect of the Buddha's light on Yang He's character diminished significantly. In fact, Yang He was able to thrive in Lion Camel Ridge thanks to the continuous support he received from the bounty he collected.

"Stop here. With your cultivation, there's no need for you to die at Lion Camel Ridge."

The words of the guide carried an indifference, not out of disdain for Yang He, but because his remaining consciousness simply could not believe that someone could travel out of thin air a thousand years ago and meet the sage in seclusion at Biyou Palace for nearly a century.

pat.

Then came the sound of footsteps landing, which sounded particularly jarring in the silent cave.

Yang He was now within half a meter of the green-haired lion, his expression revealing the composure that Jieyin despised most.

"Obsessive."

As soon as the words of guidance were spoken, the Buddha's light surged to a blinding degree.

What was clearly light had solidified into countless steel needles that pierced Yang He's body, the pain attempting to destroy his Dao heart.

Jieyin stared intently at Yang He, facing two paths.

Either abandon the Green-haired Lion and postpone its arrival at the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Arena.

Alternatively, one could forcibly descend upon the Green-haired Lion, which would easily result in physical injury, and the backlash from the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field should not be underestimated.

As a result, the guide never made a choice from beginning to end.

Because Yang He's movements were too fast!

Even the guide was beginning to doubt Amitabha Buddha's words: was the extraterrestrial demon before him truly his own? Was he not afraid of dying and his cultivation being extinguished?

If the Buddha's light hadn't been withdrawn in time, Yang He would have died countless times already.

"Guide them!!!"

Yang He acted with such decisiveness that even Jieyin found it unbelievable. Braving the Buddha's light, he pierced through flesh and bone and instantly arrived within half a meter of Jieyin.

Jieyin tried to stop it, but it was too late.

Yang He ignored all of Jieyin's thoughts, his eyes filled with coldness.

The two are very close.

Only now did the remaining consciousness of the guide consider forcibly descending upon the blue-haired lion, but Yang He had already seized the fleeting opportunity.

Bang bang bang.

Yang He grew four pairs of arms, each extending towards the roots of the blue-haired lion's belly.

At the same time, a faint light flickered between his brows, and his fist-sized fiery eyes opened, doing their best to communicate with the Myriad Transformation Tree.

"Uh."

Yang He's body was covered in blood and his skin was torn open. His four arms were almost riddled with holes by the Buddha's light. However, one of his index fingers hooked onto a root, thus establishing a connection with the Myriad Transformation Tree.

"Guide, I have a great gift for you, please accept it!"

hum!
Jieyin did not speak. The Buddha's light flowed back into Yang He's body along the roots, like a flood crashing against a riverbank, instantly causing cracks to spread across his bones and flesh.

Yang He grinned and laughed, even as his flesh and bones slowly dissolved.

"Foolish! Do you really think you can shake a saint? You?!"

The guide's voice was hoarse, clearly indicating that he was not as relaxed as he appeared.

He kept trying to figure out what methods Yang He would use, but even after a lifetime of experience, he still couldn't understand how a mere Hunyuan Golden Immortal could turn the tables and take control.

"Hahahaha!"

Yang He's loud laughter was extremely flamboyant, forming a stark contrast to the tragic state of his body and soul.

Jieyin felt a slight unease.

"Old man, guide!"

"After you return to the Pure Land, you must convey a message to those Buddhist saints: if they want to sever my foundation and force me to submit..."

Yang He said coldly, "Then let's all perish together."

[Should a permanent character be generated: "Namo Amitabha Buddha's Remains"?]

"determine."

The roots of the guide and refinement have already merged with the soul. Although it cannot directly possess a saint, it can forcibly take a piece of flesh from the saint.

Simply put, Yang He forcibly split the guide in two.

The remaining body of the Buddha Shakyamuni is the other half of the saint, well, it should be about one-tenth. It may seem insignificant, but it is not.

After all, how can a flawed saint be considered a saint?

Yang He has already left the cave.

The guide, bewildered, got up. From beginning to end, Yang He had only touched the roots, which seemed to have little significance. What...?

His pupils contracted slightly as he suddenly realized something was wrong.

A very faint sound appeared in my ear.

The voice was clearly his own murmuring, but it sounded strangely unfamiliar.

Before the guide could delve into the source of the murmurs, the blue-maned lion's head nearly shattered. An indescribable terror gripped its heart, and its body and soul trembled uncontrollably.

Even if he were to face Buddha, he would not reach such a level.

Then came the pain.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The blue-haired lion slammed its head against the rock wall, and the intense pain caused it to roll around repeatedly.

What terrified Jieyin was that the pain wasn't just felt by the green-haired lion; even his true form, far away outside the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field, was in excruciating agony.

He quickly checked the condition of the real body, and the blue-haired lion was at a stalemate.

Lion Camel Ridge was deathly silent.

Yang He leisurely brought up the control panel and scanned the character information.

[The permanent characters <Namo Remnant Body of Shakyamuni Buddha> and <Namo Immaculate Ancient Buddha> are compatible and meet the fusion requirements. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

[The remains of the Buddha of Ultimate Bliss: Legend has it that there are seven saints in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, one of whom is the Buddha of Ultimate Bliss, and you are an incarnation of one-tenth of that saint.]

"To merge with the ancient Buddha of Namo Immaculate."

Yang He felt relieved, knowing that the strength of the guide would inevitably be greatly reduced.

"Extraterrestrial demon, you..."

The words of the guide were full of disbelief, which then turned into overwhelming rage.

Rumble.

The ground shook violently at Lion Camel Ridge.

Jieyin kept repeating, "How dare you?" but dared not reveal the truth, and even concealed the fact that his cultivation had fallen to the level of a quasi-saint.

Of the seven saints in Buddhism, excluding Shakyamuni and Yang He, the remaining five saints are not fellow practitioners.

Jieyin understood that no matter what means Yang He used to seize the position, he had to reclaim it immediately, or the consequences would be unimaginable!

thump.

The Buddha's light illuminated Lion Camel Ridge, and the terrain was directly pierced through like a volcano crater.

Yang He was too lazy to pay attention to Jieyin. Now that the goal had been achieved and the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree had been retrieved, it was time to let the sage witness the fusion of the Daoist field.

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

"Choose the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field for deep integration."

(End of this chapter)