Mythology

Chapter 530 Yang He vs. Zhunti
The Barefoot Immortal was forcibly erased from existence in front of all the immortals and Buddhas, and his body, soul, and aura were transformed into another person in a short moment.

They couldn't even see any trace of Yang He's possession.

Only Yuanling Tianjun noticed something amiss, his gaze fixed on the abruptly stopped drizzle, where a faint smell of blood mingled with the dark rain.

To be precise, it was Yang He's previously torn and fragmented physical remains.

He was immediately terrified. Buddhism was right to call Yang He a demon from beyond the realm. He was almost immortal and could possess anyone's body like a demon of the heart.

Yuanling Tianjun has been cultivating for tens of thousands of years, but the last two thousand years have brought the greatest impact on his Dao heart. Numerous calamities have occurred, sages have changed, Buddhism has risen, and the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West have gone mad.

And then there's Yang He, who's not human; his evil nature pales in comparison to his bizarre and inexplicable strangeness.

Yuanling Tianjun got goosebumps, fearing that he might accidentally get his hands on Yang He's blood.

He is now in a dilemma, and it is true that he has some enmity with Yang He.

After all, the Four Emperors and Five Elders had participated in many schemes against Yang He, and even though they had joined Buddhism, their relationship was still unclear.

However, upon closer reflection, Yang He's incarnations hold both a celestial position in the Heavenly Court and a Buddhist status. Logically, they don't have a deep-seated hatred for each other, so it shouldn't be a matter of life and death. Perhaps...

Yuanling Tianjun stepped forward, deliberately keeping his distance from Qingling Tianjun. "Fellow Daoist Yang He, I am Yuanling Yuanlao Huangdi Tianjun of the Central Heavenly Court. I have been in seclusion to resist the effects of the Great Tribulation and have only recently awakened. Please forgive my neglect."

He adopted an extremely humble posture, which even surprised those around him.

Qingling Tianjun was on edge, ignoring Yuanling Tianjun's attempts to befriend him. He stared intently at Yang He, muttering incoherently to himself.

Yang He ignored them and walked straight to the blood pool. Then, he touched the water with his palm, and the seal melted away as quickly as a hot knife through butter, revealing a dozen or so emaciated immortals.

The immortals are already close to becoming Buddhas, but because they are forcibly sealed in the blood pool, their progress is far slower than that of those traitors.

Yang He's rescue of them was just a casual act.

The main characters are Yang Jian, Nezha, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing.

He sensed that Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong had already left Yindu and their auras were relatively stable, so they were probably in some corner of the temple.

Except for Yang Jian and Zhu Bajie, all four had suffered severe injuries. Yang Jian was able to catch his breath with the help of Yang He, while Zhu Bajie had many souls, and his progress in converting to Buddhism was slow.

After escaping his predicament, Pigsy lay prone on the ground, whimpering and curled up, motionless.

Vairocana Buddha diligently disguised himself as Sha Wujing. Upon noticing that it was Yang He who had made the move, he respectfully bowed despite his injuries.

Yang He waved his hand, signaling them to recover from their injuries. Then, he looked around the corner of the blood pool with interest, and a corpse caught his attention.

The corpse must be one of the Four Emperors, its flesh and bones covered in teeth marks.

It seems that he was devoured alive until he died, and now only a wisp of life remains. However, it can be seen that he may have reached the level of a quasi-saint before he was born.

As Yang He pondered unrestrainedly, he attracted a lot of attention.

Yang Jian staggered and steadied himself, his third eye on his forehead instinctively opening, its divine light sweeping over the immortals and Buddhas with their various thoughts beside the blood pool.

They lingered particularly long on Yang He.

I have to admit, I'm finding it increasingly difficult to see through this junior brother. A Primordial Golden Immortal? How could someone who commands such attention from a Sage be merely a Primordial Golden Immortal? Could he be a Quasi-Sage?

But how long has Yang Hecai been cultivating, and he is already close to becoming a saint?

Or is it that he could openly stand against a saint, that...

Yang Jian couldn't believe it. Saints were beings that were difficult to even look up to in the Three Realms. Yang He had become a saint at most three thousand years old.

"Junior brother, you..."

Yang Jian had barely uttered half a sentence when Yang He interrupted him softly, "Senior brother, you protect Nezha and the others as they leave the Blood Pool. Don't worry about my situation. The two Heavenly Lords are reasonable people."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian instinctively turned his gaze to Yuanling Tianjun and Qingling Tianjun. Both of them had gloomy expressions, but neither of them made any rash moves.

Reasonable?

If he weren't unsure of your strength, he would have already started a fight.

Yang Jian dared not delay and led his companions out of the hundred-meter radius of the blood pool. Wild beasts emerged from between his eyebrows to prevent the Buddhist side from suddenly attacking.

“Junior Brother Yang He seems to be waiting for something; it shouldn’t be because he’s afraid of the Heavenly Monarch.”

"kindness?"

The Heavenly Eye flickered with a faint light, and a strange change suddenly occurred in Yindu!
The Buddhist light enveloping Yindu fluctuated violently, as if guided to converge directly above the blood pool, condensing into a giant eye in mid-air.

Yang Jian staggered back several steps, a deep sense of powerlessness washing over him.

That's... a saint!!!
"Finally you've shown up, haha. If you hadn't come to my door, I would have had to chase you like a cat."

Yang He smiled instead, not afraid that Zhunti would strike hard, but afraid that Zhunti would lie low and wait until the deep fusion was over.

Perhaps there is still a world of difference between him and a sage.

But at this moment in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Arena, Yang He had indeed not spoken nonsense before; he was the only saint.

His eyes surveyed the town, his pupils filled with indifference.

Zhunti already knew that Jieyin had been severely injured and had fled back to the Pure Land, so he was very cautious and did not even have the intention to kill him immediately.

Yang He naturally wouldn't reveal any weaknesses; this was now a game of open strategy between the two sides.

However, to ensure his chances of winning, he secretly communicated with the Zimu River, and the water flowed in all directions underground, preparing to lock onto Zhunti's location.

"Zhunti's situation is probably similar to that of Jieyin, except that only part of his soul has descended."

"We can kill them!!"

Faced with the tangible aura of a saint, Yang He merely raised his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

His unusual calm caused Qingling Tianjun, who had been staring intently at him, to change his expression drastically, his fear as if doused with ice water!
"Yuanling, something's not right!"

Qingling Tianjun suddenly realized what was happening and murmured in despair, "He didn't intend for us to live. Yuanling, go! Go quickly!"

His four palms shimmered with Brahma wheels, and a Dharma body was revealed behind him.

The Dharma body of a half-immortal Buddha has a pure and flawless part belonging to the Buddha, while the part belonging to the immortal is decayed and rotten, which shows that the transformed Buddha is not without its drawbacks.

Upon hearing this, Yuanling Tianjun grunted. Even though he resented Qingling Tianjun in his heart, he had no choice but to stand together, revealing his own half-immortal, half-Buddha form.

The two Dharma bodies exuded a powerful aura, and their combined strength could even block some of the Buddha's light.

In the eyes of the other immortals and Buddhas, the sudden tense situation forced them to choose sides. Several Golden Immortals who had just become Buddhas hurriedly activated their Buddha light, wanting to step forward to help the two Heavenly Lords.

The Heavenly King is already second only to the saints in Buddhism, and he also has the Bodhisattva Cundi sitting above him.

What can we possibly lose with?!

"Your Majesty, do not panic! The Sage is above, we will help you!"

There are many similar 'clever people'. Even among the immortals who previously resisted the transformation into Buddhas, there were those whose hearts were broken by the sight of the sages and who considered surrendering.

However, before they could finish speaking, Yang He's smile faded considerably.

"Noisy."

Yang He didn't turn around, but simply uttered two words.

puff! puff! puff! puff!
Yang He would rather kill the innocent than let any immortal or Buddha he disliked be killed. Each body was crushed as if by an invisible force, instantly exploding into unrecognizable clumps of minced meat.

They died without uttering a scream, and their souls flowed into the pool of blood.

Blood mist filled the air, instantly staining the area crimson, which made Nezha laugh weakly yet joyfully, laughing so hard he lay sprawled on his back.

The two Heavenly Lords' pupils shrank sharply. Yang He stood in the blood mist, but only a blurry outline remained, and even their divine senses could not lock onto him.

But… his aura was completely different, a chilling aura!

"Return to the Ruins?"

Qingling Tianjun muttered in astonishment, "That's right, it's Guixu. Why does it exude an aura almost exactly the same as Guixu's?"

The madness, chaos, and disgust of the Guixu aura were vividly displayed in Yang He.

Especially after unleashing the Transformation to Immortality technique, Yang He resembled a monster crawling out from the depths of the Void, causing both Heavenly Lords to tremble with fear. *Crack crack crack*

After Yang He advanced to the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal, he gained a deeper understanding of the Immortal Transformation Technique.

His body was slowly elongating, becoming extremely thin, as if all the moisture had been drained from him, and his limbs were unusually slender.

The Taoist robe seemed to hang empty on a skeletal frame, fluttering aimlessly.

In the blink of an eye, Yang He had grown to a size of ten meters, but the visual impact was several thousand feet, with the shadows beneath his feet twisted and bizarre.

His face was covered by a Nuo flag mask at some point.

There is a hideous ancient character on the mask.

【puppet】

Yang He's eyes were completely black, devoid of any emotion, only endless stillness, as he stared straight at the Buddha's eyes.

The two Heavenly Lords were pale, but dared not make any rash moves.

They could sense that if anything went wrong, they would die!
Yang He's actions were undoubtedly the most direct provocation against the sage.

Suddenly, the Buddha's eyes emitted boundless light, and the entire sky seemed to be covered by molten gold, as if the Buddha's Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss had descended.

To be precise, the Buddha-land is the Dharmakaya of Cundi.

Under the Buddha's light, the scene became even more terrifying.

The pavilions and towers in the Buddhist kingdom are faintly visible, and the main hall in the center is comparable to Leiyin Temple, so that there is not a trace of yin energy left in Yindu.

Countless Buddhas surged within the Buddha-land, each glaring angrily.

"Outer Territory Demon!!"

"Extraterrestrial Demons!!!"

They kept calling out, wishing they could suppress Yang He immediately.

Yang He narrowed his eyes, realizing that the Five Saints had once again increased their bets. All the Buddhas present had the cultivation of Golden Immortals and possessed genuine fruition status within their bodies.

"Hehehe, a position is a good thing."

The Buddhas, expressionless and with their eyes lowered, chanted scriptures, each holding a string of prayer beads made of tridacna shell.

The lotus pedestal on which the person sits is also made of tridacna shells that open and close continuously.

The immense power of the sage, amplified by the Dharma Body Buddha Kingdom, was like a mountain pressing down on them, making even the two Heavenly Lords struggle to breathe.

At this moment, Yang He felt as if he were fighting against a paradise all by himself.

A ten-meter-tall figure appears so tiny against the backdrop of the magnificent Buddhist kingdom.

Knowing that he was destined to die if he continued to wait, Qingling Tianjun secretly wanted to leave Yindu, but he had only taken one step.

Yang He tilted his head, and then his well-defined hand gestured toward the two Heavenly Lords.

Silently, extreme fear gripped the two Heavenly Lords by the throat, making even breathing incredibly difficult for them.

"Junior brother." Nezha looked at Yang He with concern, and received a nod in response from the latter.

Rumble.

Yang He soared into the sky without veering off course, crashing directly into the Buddhist kingdom.

He moved with incredible speed, his limbs moving in unison, leaving no time for the Buddhas seated on their tridacna lotus thrones to react.

A dark shadow flashed, and seemingly slender arms reached out, sharp nails easily tearing through the protective aura of Buddha, then it opened its mouth and bit!

Yang He didn't play any fancy tricks. Since it was a temporary enhancement from a deep fusion, it was unrealistic to use it to unleash sophisticated supernatural powers. The crude essence of the physical body was the right thing to do.

Click!

The sound of bones shattering was incessant. In the blink of an eye, twenty or thirty Buddhas had their heads bitten off and their golden bodies torn to pieces.

They have no flesh and blood; their bodies are entirely made of metal.

The unclaimed fruit position, like smoke and dust, entered Yang He's mouth and nose.

Upon seeing this, the content of the sutras recited by the Buddhas changed, and their simple monk robes instantly disappeared, replaced by seven-colored crystal robes!
The robe is embroidered with intricate Sanskrit characters, demonstrating its power to subdue all evil spirits.

The Buddha's light grew stronger.

Yang He's ghostly aura hissed as he dodged and weaved, avoiding the Buddha's light.

"interesting."

He showed interest. Since becoming a Hunyuan Golden Immortal, his progress had relied entirely on his supreme supernatural powers. Now, he saw a glimpse of the future in Zhunti.

The Buddhist realm is the Dharma form, and supernatural powers are the foundation of the Dharma form.

"continue!!"

Yang He's Nuo flag mask twitched, and another hideous character appeared.

【corpse】

roar.!!

He hissed, and instantly his body grew inch-long red hair. His upper and lower jaws opened, revealing sharp teeth like files!

Yang He opened his mouth and inhaled, and hundreds of Buddhas were enveloped by the corpse energy. Their Buddha light shattered, and they disappeared into the depths of his throat in utter horror.

Glug! The sound of swallowing was chilling.

Zhunti, who was hiding in the shadows, responded once again.

All the Buddhas' brows split open, revealing tridacna shells with eyeballs.

Swish! !

Pure white light burst forth from it, directly enveloping Yang He!
The white light caused Yang He's corpse energy to dissolve continuously.

Yang He neither dodged nor avoided the attack, and the Nuo flag mask began to writhe again.

【evil】

The three characters were displayed side by side, and the overwhelming demonic aura dispersed the white light.

Yang He's size suddenly increased a hundredfold, transforming into a terrifying behemoth. A ferocious tail covered with bone spurs and monstrous scales burst forth from his body, sweeping forward with the power to tear apart heaven and earth!

boom! ! !
The tail was devastating, pavilions and towers collapsed completely, and at least a third of the Buddha was cut in half, his death was extremely tragic.

Yang Jian and the others witnessed countless Buddha corpses falling from mid-air.

However, Cundi's spiritual powers and abilities are clearly not limited to this.

Just as the Buddhist kingdom was about to collapse, the bell at the top of the main hall rang out, and an ancient seven-story pagoda appeared out of thin air!

The pagoda radiates brilliant light, its body adorned with images of Buddha suppressing demons.

Then, with a heavy press, the target was Yang He, who had transformed into a monstrous abomination!
"Damn it, I thought the Five-Colored Divine Light's self-adaptation was already incredibly powerful, but Zhunti's supernatural power is actually able to restrain all things in the world."

Yang He paused, forcibly withdrawing his demonic energy back into his body.

He tore off the Nuoqi mask, returned to his normal state, and went back to the blood pool, ignoring the fact that Zhunti's Buddhist kingdom was right above him.

"So that's how you use Dharma Image. No wonder it felt awkward for me to use it."

"Therefore, my Dharma form should be... the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field itself."

boom.

Yang He vanished into thin air, his body and soul scattered in all directions.

(End of this chapter)