Mythology

Chapter 528 Severely Beat Up the Guide

A burst of boundless Buddhist light erupted from Qianyuan Mountain, instantly leaving the mountain riddled with holes.

Above the sky, a crack spans the entire Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. The guiding consciousness is forcibly descending, and the price is naturally not small, but it is nothing compared to the drop in realm.

The blue-haired lion groaned as it strained under the weight, its joints twisting in pain.

Yang He did not back down further and stood calmly outside the cave.

He glanced at his spiritual vision and could tell from its fluctuating state that the price of forcibly descending to guide him would probably be unbearable even for a saint.

"The outer realms..."

The guide's murmur was deafening, but he suppressed his raging anger before he could finish speaking.

“Yang He, if we only consider the seating arrangement in the Pure Land, I should still call you senior brother.”

Yang He stood there, smiling without saying a word, his robes fluttering in the mountain wind, his face showing no sign of panic as he allowed the guide to approach step by step.

The blue-haired lion's mane had completely fallen out, and its thin body was supported by long, thin limbs, making it impossible to recognize its original appearance.

As the jaws open and close, teeth break off and grow back repeatedly.

"Yang He... Senior Brother Yang He, hand over the item!"

"What is this?" Yang He's lips curled up as he looked at Jieyin with amusement.

The guide crawled close to Yang He and said, word by word, "Hand it over, or you will suffer the endless burning of karmic fire for eternity."

The Buddha's light was dazzling, and one could clearly feel the impatience that Jieyin could not suppress.

The absence of a fruit position means that Jieyin is no longer a saint. In addition, the backlash caused by the strong descent of the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field means that whether he can maintain his quasi-saint realm depends on a bit of luck.

When Jieyin saw that Yang He did not react for a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised and uncertain.

Could it be that the extraterrestrial demons have another trick up their sleeve?

Impossible. With five saints presiding over the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field and the Three Saints of Amitabha Buddha refining outside, no matter what schemes the extraterrestrial demons devise, they cannot bypass their eyes and ears.

At this moment.

The ground trembled slightly, and stalactites fell from above.

Jieyin was relieved. The unusual phenomenon meant that the three saints' refining process was on the right track. Yang He would have no chance from now on and would only face certain death.

Perhaps he took the risk of seizing the position in order to coerce me into leaving unscathed?

“Senior Brother Yang He, I can swear an oath to the demons of the heart that the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss has indeed not deceived you. If you hand over the temple, you will become the Lord of the Western Paradise.”

Jieyin gasped for breath as the three saints began to transmit their thoughts to inquire about the source.

He didn't want the Three Saints to know that the position of a Buddhist saint, though seemingly secure, was not actually so, as a large number of people in the Saha world were eyeing it, and the Three Saints also wanted to arrange for their own disciples to replace the saints.

With his mind somewhat at ease, Jieyin witnessed the dramatic changes at the Wanhua Heavenly Temple and realized that the initiative was still in the hands of Buddhism, so he couldn't help but move forward.

Yang He did not respond for a long time, and Jieyin's words became extreme.

“Shakyamuni, mindful of your arduous cultivation, sent us to subdue the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Daoist Site. If the Buddha notices anything amiss here, it will be the time when your body and soul are annihilated, and you will never be reborn!”

Yang He chuckled, his brows furrowed with a chilling aura.

The reason Buddhism allowed the Five Saints to seize the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Temple was because they felt they posed no threat. If they allowed Jieyin to escape unscathed, the trouble would only increase.

"Reception."

As soon as Yang He spoke, the noisy environment of Lion Camel Ridge became completely silent.

The guide remained frozen in place, and the cracks in the sky were slowly healing, causing the progress of the consciousness forcibly descending into the dojo to stall.

“There’s something you’ve got wrong, Jieyin. In the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Arena, I am the… Saint!!”

Yang He's eyes flashed with sharpness, and the strange phenomena that Jieyin believed were caused by the Three Saints suddenly intensified.

Boom, boom! ! !

The entire Qianyuan Mountain, and even the entire Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field, was filled with soaring Yin energy!
Yang He spread his arms to the sides, and the five-colored divine light emanating from his head was faintly connected to the Myriad Transformation Tree, deepening his control over the Daoist field.

Then, something astonishing happened.

Mount Qianyuan, with an altitude of over 4,000 meters, suddenly shone with light from its central axis, and then, with a deafening roar that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart, it was forcibly split in two.

The rock strata fractured and soil and rocks collapsed, but the two halves of the mountain did not collapse. Instead, they suddenly rose a thousand meters and hovered on the left and right sides of Yanghe.

The fractured surface was as smooth as a mirror, and the people and demons inside trembled with fear.

Jieyin's expression turned grim as he realized that Yang He had regained control of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, even to an unbelievable degree.

The ground was obscured by Qianyuan Mountain, and the blue-haired lion with the guiding consciousness attached to it appeared extremely small in the face of the great power of heaven and earth.

"Outer Territory Demon!!"

Knowing that he would not have a good end, Jieyin used threats and inducements, saying, "There are different saints. At most, you only have the blessing of a temple. If you really want to become a saint, you should meet Shakyamuni."

As they spoke, the flesh and bones of the green-maned lion burst into flames.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

When the guide opened his mouth, countless pearl eyes scattered outwards. Upon closer inspection, one could see that each pearl contained a large number of monks, providing them with a continuous supply of nourishment.

When the Buddha's light suddenly appeared, wherever it shone, it transformed into a sacred land covered with pearls.

Yang He's current state is very delicate. Unlike the backlash from the deep fusion of the previous characters, the fusion of forty or fifty characters in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field has instead brought his true body's strength to its peak.

Jieyin tried to continue persuading Yang He, also wanting to show that the impact of attaining the fruit of enlightenment was not significant.

However, Yang He merely glanced at him indifferently.

boom.

The suspended Qianyuan Mountains on both sides inexplicably began to writhe, and a large amount of earth and stone spiritual veins gathered, transforming into a giant Buddha hand that blotted out the sky in mid-air!

The Buddha's Hand scepter shone with golden light, its palm lines resembling mountain ravines, giving no chance for the recipient to react, delivering an unparalleled and heavy blow.

"you……"

Jieyin's face was gloomy, and a large number of roots from the ground wrapped around his ankles.

I watched helplessly as the Buddha's hand descended!
boom! ! ! !

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and a huge, bottomless palm print appeared on the ground. At the center of the palm print, the blue-maned lion's bones were completely shattered, like a flattened insect, deeply embedded in the ground, only exhaling but not inhaling.

However, the blue-haired lion, possessed by a saint, did not die but remained intact. Before long, the Buddha's light had completely repaired its wounds.

The guide had just opened his mouth.

With a slight thought, Yang He caused the underground river to burst forth from the earth, instantly coalescing into several ferocious, jet-black pythons!
A piercing hiss echoed through the sky as the demonic python slammed heavily towards Jieyin.

Boom, boom, boom.

After a barrage of blows, the demonic python tightly bound Jieyin, tightening its grip circle by circle, forcibly forcing the Buddhist light back into its body.

Yang He had no intention of letting Jieyin threaten him, so he directly sealed off the Buddha's light.

The green-haired lion twisted its body in vain, but could not shake the binding of the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree in a short time. It did not even dare to break free completely, for fear of damaging the foundation of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

Yang He remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on the blue-haired lion struggling in the deep pit.

Jieyin felt deeply aggrieved. The green-haired lion was instinctively afraid of death, but he couldn't control his physical body, which caused their identities to be reversed.

He was like a mortal who had not yet become an immortal facing a saint.

"Yang..."

Yang He didn't want to listen to any more of the nonsense from the guide. Taking advantage of the fact that the deep fusion was not yet over, he used the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field as his limbs and launched a one-sided rampage.

Mount Qianyuan suddenly disintegrated, transforming into countless meteorites burning with gray-black flames, which crashed continuously into the deep crater!

The Buddha's light was shattered and dimmed. Yang He waved his hand, and the mountains transformed into incredibly thick spears.

The spear tip was incredibly sharp, carrying the power to crush everything, and it pierced fiercely into the blue-haired lion's brow, attempting to penetrate the Niwan Palace (the area between the eyebrows).

Because the consciousness of a sage resides within the Niwan Palace, its solidity is naturally unimaginable.

Even when the spear is concentrated on a single point, it can only create a small crack.

Yang Heyi hooked his index finger, and a deluge of lava fell into the deep pit. At the same time, the overturned Bagua Furnace appeared in the sky, with the Six Ding Divine Fire mixed in with the lava, scorching the guide wildly.

The initial reaction was one of humiliation, and then the Buddha's light erupted again and again.

However, Yang He had an unfair advantage. During the deep integration of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, anyone who was in it was the only saint in the world.

Before long, the struggles of the guide began to weaken.

He realized that any action would be a futile waste of time.

The Buddha's light immediately receded.

Jieyin gazed deeply at Yang He, then temporarily abandoned the part of his soul attached to the green-haired lion, and his consciousness returned directly to his true form.

The green-haired lion remained motionless, with only occasional glimpses of its Buddha-like light.

Yang He approached the blue-haired lion with great interest. The saintly status he had obtained through the panel's possession was probably only one or two tenths of what it was.

Today, within the Mud Pill Palace of the Green-haired Lion, there are also one or two out of ten.

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

[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?]

"determine."

“At least 30% of the sainthood that he is destined to attain is in my hands. He cannot maintain the sainthood, and even the quasi-sainthood is very difficult for him.”

Yang He could feel that the blue-haired lion was connected to his own aura.

Because it has become a permanent character, the Green-haired Lion's Niwan Palace has become unstable. The Buddha's light within it belongs to the Guide and is imbued with the aura of a saint, and it is about to burst out from within.

Seeing this, Yang He threw the green-haired lion directly into the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and then took out a large number of miscellaneous yin objects, and the Six Ding Divine Fire burned fiercely.

All the evil objects thrown in at once serve to seal off the Buddha's light.

"Well."

Yang He sensed something was wrong and noticed that cracks were spreading in mid-air, and three blurry figures were gradually becoming clearer.

It is Amitabha Buddha, Medicine Buddha, and Maitreya Buddha.

Because the time flow in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field is hundreds of times faster, Yang He's turn of the tables was only a moment in the eyes of the Three Saints.

Who would have thought that Jieyin would be severely injured and escape?

Yang He's risky actions prevented the three saints from interfering with the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, and they even suffered significant backlash during their refining process.

Everything that had been prepared for the refining process had to be started all over again.

The Three Saints still need to wait for the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field to complete its transformation. In doing so, the resulting variables are already enough to threaten the plan.

Amitabha Buddha's face was filled with compassion, and he was about to speak: "Fellow Daoist Yang He, please..."

"Noisy!!!"

Yang He didn't want to waste his energy, so he simply waved his hand.

The dense roots spread out in all directions. If Yin Du, the mouthpiece of the temple, had not fallen into Zhunti's hands, the Myriad Transformation Tree might have already been revitalized.

An indescribable upheaval occurred at the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. The ground no longer trembled, but rather trembled as if living things were reviving. In an instant, the sky darkened, and roots shot up into the sky.

A blood-and-flesh canopy composed of the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree covers the dome.

By directly isolating the Three Saints from the outside and making it impossible to contact Zhunti, the Wanhua Heavenly Dao Field is absolutely safe, at least for a limited time.

"It's much quieter now, but we need to deal with this problem with Zhunti as soon as possible."

Yang He frowned slightly. Only by completely controlling the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field could he bring it back to the main world. Therefore, the most urgent task was to deal with Zhunti.

He is now empowered by deep integration and can protect himself, but it is unrealistic to think about dealing with the Three Saints. He would be instantly killed if he showed his face.

"Let's go, and rescue our fellow disciples while we're at it."

"Heh, let's settle all the old and new grudges of the Four Emperors and Five Elders together."

Yang He put the Eight Trigrams Furnace away, and the high temperature gradually subsided.

Immediately afterwards, a giant piece of amber, seven or eight meters long, fell out, and inside the amber was the head of the blue-haired lion.

Yang He refined it slightly, and the amber was transformed into the size of an ordinary jade pendant.

He simply wore it close to his body.

The moment it touched his skin, the blue-haired lion opened its eyes, and a radiant light emanated from its features, eroding Yang He's body and soul.

"Ah, that feels good."

For Yang He, the guiding Buddha light was still quite effective, and his self-adaptation was able to make progress for a long period of time.

"I almost forgot the lessons I learned from the sect's history."

"Exchange for coral amber."

Yang He headed towards a tributary of the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs in the mortal realm. His peripheral vision swept over the coral amber in his palm, and just seeing it with his naked eye stirred up a storm in his mind.

"However, this version of the Heavenly Dao is probably completely different, so consuming the coral amber wouldn't be very meaningful; it doesn't seem to apply to me..."

"kindness?"

Yang He sensed a trace of soul energy contained within the coral amber, and immediately coral began to grow from his ears, while his nasal cavity was filled with the fishy smell of seawater.

According to the information, the coral amber does indeed possess the soul aura of the Tongtian Sect Leader.

Yang He simply hadn't expected the soul aura to be so dense, even a little more and it would become a wisp of remnant soul. Even a saint would have to think twice before giving up a large amount of soul aura.

Not to mention the key to transcendence for the Tongtian Sect Leader.

Yang He's mood was unpredictable, and with the help of the soul aura of the coral amber, it seemed that there was a connection between them in some mysterious place.

"Biyou Palace?"

"That's right, coral amber can be used to find Biyou Palace."

Yang He didn't think it was just his luck, nor did he think the Tongtian Sect Leader would suddenly become kind-hearted, but Coral Amber was definitely doing it on purpose.

He recalled the inexplicable sense of familiarity he felt when he saw the Tongtian Cult Leader again.

"Something's wrong."

"Besides the sect's history... I had contact with the Tongtian Sect Master."

The goddess Nuwa once mentioned that the souls of the Three Pure Ones were reincarnated, and their bodies retained their intelligence, becoming the later Three Pure Ones saints.

Yang He's familiarity was not with the corpse, but with the reincarnation of the Three Pure Ones.

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't find anyone who matched his impression. If he included people from later generations, the number of people he suspected would be countless.

"Never mind, I'll figure everything out when I become a saint."

Yang He suppressed his distracting thoughts. He could already see the muddy black swamp not far away. In fact, the swamp was the extension of the Zimu River into the mortal world.

He plunged into the swamp and disappeared amidst the boiling bubbles.

(End of this chapter)