Mythology

Chapter 533 The Divine Man Who Separates Yin and Yang

Zhunti followed in the footsteps of Jieyin, but his mere incarnation caused them to fall to the mortal realm.

Yang Hedao remained resolute and then summoned the control panel.

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"Cancel."

Because the flow of time in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field differs from that in the outside world, I can stay for half a day to finish up the historical anecdotes.

Yang He looked around at the newly born world. The cycle of reincarnation had just begun, and all things were bursting with life. Every living being was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a short time, many babies have grown into young adults.

They vaguely remembered their past lives, especially the lineage taught by Yang He, which led them to gradually embark on the path of cultivation.

Yang He did not rush to intervene. In fact, once the natives became immortals, they would naturally return to Qianyuan Mountain and become one of the cattle and horses.

With a flash, he headed towards the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, which had been sealed by the Five Saints.

The backyard of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple is the Myriad Transformation Tree. The Five Saints sealed the Myriad Transformation Tree, preventing Yang He from controlling the temple from beginning to end.

During the journey, Yang He closed his eyes and communicated with the Immaculate Buddha.

The incarnation of Cundi contains a full 20% saintly status. Originally, the status of the Immaculate Buddha was made of silver, but now it is stained with pearls and tridacna shells.

He vaguely sensed that obtaining the Seven Saints' Fruits would cause a qualitative change in the Immaculate Buddha.

"Hehe, I've offended the Buddhas of the Dead, Jieyin and Zhunti. If nothing unexpected happens, next time we'll have to really clash with Buddhism."

Yang He was not flustered; he had never intended to become a Buddhist saint.

He had even prepared himself to no longer travel to the world of legends. After reaching the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal, he had a clear path forward, and by continuing to climb upwards, he would have the opportunity to become a saint.

Yang He opened his mouth and spat out, and the Myriad Transformations Dharma Image reappeared before him.

The image of the Dharma is like a microcosm of the entire temple, so detailed that even a collapsed part of a mountain within the temple will change accordingly.

"My path to sainthood is..."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, then said in a deep voice, "With the help of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, one can transcend the Three Realms step by step and become a saint.

His words were resolute, drawing in waves of yin energy into his body.

"kindness."

Yang He stopped and came to a crevice in a rugged rock wall. He noticed that newly sprouted green shoots were growing inside, stubbornly sticking their heads out and exuding an incongruous aura.

He gently touched the green sprout and deliberately dripped his blood into it.

hum.

After absorbing the blood, the green shoots grew wildly, their roots tearing through the rock walls, their stems shooting skyward, and their branches and leaves spreading at a visible speed. In the blink of an eye, they transformed into a towering tree, with lush branches and leaves, its canopy spreading out gracefully!
Yang He walked to the base of the tree and saw a Taoist temple nestled among the tangled roots.

Compared to the Taoist temple that was once made up of flesh and blood, the Taoist temple now has green tiles and gray walls, seemingly having gone through countless years, coexisting with the myriad transformation trees, and exuding a tranquil and far-reaching innate energy.

Yang He pushed open the wooden door. The room was dimly lit, but after his arrival, more than a dozen candles lit up on their own, and the dust that had covered the altar on the floor disappeared, leaving it spotless and tidy.

"Master...master."

Sun Wukong sat on the futon, noticed Yang He, and opened his eyes. His demonic aura was surging and harmonious, and he was already close to the realm of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal!
He had clearly been meditating here for a long time, comprehending the profound truths contained within the Tree of Myriad Transformations.

"Wukong, calm your mind. Remember that the opportunity to advance to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal only comes once. If you miss it, you will have no hope in this lifetime."

If Yang He had spoken to someone else, they might have lost their Daoist composure.

But Sun Wukong was different. He grinned and continued his seclusion. Before long, the restlessness mixed in with his aura was completely swept away.

Yang He's gaze swept past Sun Wukong and landed on a corner of the Taoist temple.

Tang Sanzang knelt on the ground, his body emaciated, all his life force exhausted, his face devoid of color, and two of his three yang flames extinguished.

Only a tiny flame remained, flickering and struggling, between his brows.

Tang Sanzang looked like he was on the verge of death, with a faint light flickering from his abdomen. Upon closer inspection, it was Sun Wukong's precious golden cudgel that was keeping him alive.

"Elder Tang."

Yang He called softly, and Tang Seng slowly regained consciousness. His eyes revealed an extremely complex expression, and his lips moved, but he could not make a sound.

He took a peach, crushed it into medicine, and injected it into Tang Sanzang's body.

Tang Sanzang gasped for breath, his three yang fires burning fiercely. It seemed that his life force was not in danger of being cut off, but in reality, his body and soul were like a wooden bucket riddled with holes, and no matter how much water he poured in, it would all leak out.

Yang He frowned slightly: "Elder Tang, why... have you put yourself in such a predicament?"

Tang Sanzang struggled to his feet, his voice weak yet calm: "Master Yang, you've arrived."

A faint smile appeared on his lips as he said haltingly, "I apologize for the embarrassing situation, Daoist. Most of my physical body and spirit remain outside. This time, I deliberately had Wukong and the others carry my remains into the Lion Camel Ridge trap."

Tang Sanzang looked at the phantom images of the three saints in the sky and continued, "Fang Neng, cough cough, Fang Neng avoided their eyes and ears, just to see you once."

"Elder Tang, you..."

"Master Yang, help me outside for a walk. I want to see the beautiful scenery of the world."

Yang He helped Tang Seng up, and the two walked out of the Taoist temple. The clouds parted on their own, revealing the world covered by five-colored rays of light. They could even see scattered figures moving in the distance.

"Master Yang, I have a question that I would like to ask."

"Elder Tang, please speak."

"The Five Saints intend to regard this world as a paradise for escaping the great calamity."

Tang Sanzang stared at Yang He, his eyes shining. "Can it work? Master Yang, can it work? Can all living beings in the world be protected and escape this great calamity, cough cough cough."

He coughed violently, but never looked away.

"Yes, I guarantee that the flame will continue, perhaps not today, perhaps a thousand years from now, perhaps two thousand years from now."

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together, broke free from Yang He's support, and respectfully bowed.

Upon hearing this, Yang He fell silent for a moment, then realized that the reason why mortals in later generations were all considered Tang Sanzang's flesh probably stemmed from Tang Sanzang's scheme.

He was unsure of the true nature of the scheme, but out of respect for Tang Sanzang, he remained silent.

Tang Sanzang continued, "Master Yang, how are Pigsy and Monkey King doing?"

"It's alright for now."

"Please take good care of them, Daoist Master. I will be leaving this place alone soon."

Seeing Yang He hesitate slightly, Tang Seng seemed to see through his thoughts, "Daoist, there is no need to worry. After I abandon my broken body, my flesh and blood in the outside world will naturally reconstruct my body and soul."

"After all, Buddhist saints guard the myriad transformations of the Heavenly Daoist realm."

Tang Sanzang said with a smile, "The price of Shakyamuni's enlightenment was that he was trapped in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss for eternity, and someone was needed to take his place and guard Mount Ling."

"This humble monk is determined to meet with Shakyamuni on this journey, no matter what."

Tang Sanzang saw things very clearly, and even knew his own fate. He understood that going to the Pure Land would not end well.

Yang He noticed that the phantom images of the three saints were becoming clearer.

"Master Yang, if you are not confident in escaping, you might as well ask Wukong."

"Elder Tang, take care."

"Take care, and may we meet again someday. Please say goodbye to Wukong and the others for me."

After Tang Sanzang finished speaking, his remaining body vanished into nothingness in just a few breaths, but even in death, his gaze remained fixed on the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field.

Yang He returned to the Taoist temple, where Sun Wukong had already woken up, his breathing mostly stable. Sun Wukong asked in a low voice, "Master, has Tang Sanzang... already left?"

Yang He nodded slightly. Although Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang did not have a formal master-disciple relationship, they were in fact master and disciple. Clearly, during the journey to the West, Tang Sanzang taught Sun Wukong many lessons through his words and deeds.

Sun Wukong scratched his cheek and sighed with a hint of regret, "In my opinion, among all the immortals and Buddhas in the heavens, including those high and mighty saints, none of them can compare to Tang Sanzang in terms of compassion."

"What a pity. I was thinking that when I became more powerful, I would attack Mount Ling, destroy Leiyin Temple, and help him sit on the throne of Buddha."

Upon hearing this, Yang He gently stroked Sun Wukong's head.

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field was in turmoil, with the residual power of the Three Sages pouring into it.

Sun Wukong's eyes sharpened. "Master, we shouldn't stay here any longer. I, Old Sun, have a way to slip out. Master, will you come with me?"

"Wukong, how confident are you?" Yang He asked.

"Sixty percent!"

Sun Wukong grinned, his eyes flashing with sharpness. "Tang Sanzang has been staying at Lion Camel Ridge for too long. His aura is like a lighthouse, and it has probably already attracted the attention of Guixu. Hehehehehe."

Yang He scanned his spiritual vision, and the increase was indeed extraordinary.

"I plan to use the Void of Return to bypass the Sage's seal!!"

Yang He remained silent for a long time before saying, "Wukong, there is another safe way, but you will have to sleep for more than a thousand years. It's up to you to choose."

He could sense through his communication with the Myriad Transformations Tree that the souls of Yang Jian and the others had merged into Yindu.

Once a soul is imbued with the aura of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, it can even be brought back to the main world. However, a great calamity is about to befall the world of legends, so it would be better to let them help resist the ghosts and gods of the deep hell.

Yang He had considered erasing Sun Wukong's body and soul, but the latter was close to becoming a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

Once his body and soul are reshaped in the main world, he has to adapt to the new rules of the Heavenly Dao. Sun Wukong would have to go through the process of becoming a Great Luo Golden Immortal again. On the contrary, it is not so troublesome to reshape his body and soul after advancing in rank.

“Master, I’ve been trapped under the Five Fingers Mountain for five hundred years. Just thinking about it makes me feel so stifled. I’d rather fight to the death with that bald monk than not get away with it.”

"it is good."

Yang He did not hesitate and pointed his index finger at Sun Wukong's brow.

The Tree of Myriad Transformations quietly entered Sun Wukong's Niwan Palace, and soon took root and sprouted in various parts of his body and soul, transforming into a miniature Tree of Myriad Transformations.

"This item can protect your life. I can also use it to reshape your body and soul. Even if the aura of the Void is strong, it will be enough to keep your spiritual platform intact."

Sun Wukong was shocked and gained a different understanding of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

He suppressed his distracting thoughts and didn't feel that Yang He was using him. He smiled and said, "Master, where should I go to lay low for a while?"

"In the Heavenly Court's Lingxiao Palace, I will help you achieve the status of a Primordial Golden Immortal."

"Hehe, thank you, Master."

Sun Wukong grinned, "Now I'm 100% sure. I know that Guixu area like the back of my hand!"

Yang He nodded slightly. This would save a lot of trouble. After all, he was afraid that Buddhism would just wait for the rabbit to come to him. But as long as Sun Wukong succeeded, he could go to the Lingxiao Palace next time he played the role in the story.

"Wukong, you are hiding in the shadows. I will see you off on your final journey."

With a thought, Yang He caused a crack to appear in front of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, and Sun Wukong leaped into it, soon arriving at the edge of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Taoist Temple.

He waited silently, and the three saints had almost arrived at the temple.

The phantom of Amitabha Buddha solidified first, instantly locking onto Yang He, who was standing in front of the Taoist temple.

Despite the disagreement and the arrival of the three saints, he remained calm and fearless, and let out a loud shout that shook the surrounding area.

"Extraterrestrial Demons!!!"

The boundless Buddha light, like a river bursting its banks, directly engulfed the sky!

The radiance of Buddha's light far surpasses that of a saint's incarnation.

Yang He watched as the resistance of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field crumbled little by little, and time gradually slowed down. The oppressive feeling brought by the Three Saints was terrifying.

suddenly.

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"determine."

Yang He waved to the three saints and then disappeared into thin air, causing the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field to begin collapsing uncontrollably.

Amitabha Buddha, Medicine Buddha, and Maitreya Buddha all had ashen faces.

Watching Yang He calmly disappear, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field seemed to lose its support and began to collapse at an alarming rate!
"Block it!"

The Medicine Buddha reacted the fastest, raising his hand to summon a tenth-grade golden lotus of merit, which enveloped the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field, forcibly stabilizing its structure.

Unfortunately, the collapse of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field seems irreversible.

The three saints joined forces, using all sorts of Buddhist treasures and supernatural powers, and worked tirelessly for seven or eight days, but all their efforts were in vain, and the temple's activities only intensified.

Just as they were preparing to consult Shakyamuni.

boom! ! !
Thick black smoke extended from the mortal world and actually broke through the protective Buddha light of the Three Saints!

The next moment, countless dark, twisted arms emerged from the black smoke, ignoring spatial distance and carrying the malice to tear apart all living beings.

"The aura of the Void?!" Maitreya Buddha quickly realized that it was Tang Sanzang's doing.

The intensity of the aura emanating from the Void made them all feel threatened!

The Three Saints had no choice but to temporarily abandon the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field and focus all their efforts on resisting the erosion of the Returning Void aura.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

An extremely arrogant laugh rang out from the edge of the collapsing dojo!
A streak of five-colored light shot out like a meteor.

Taking advantage of the moment when the three saints were restrained by the aura of the Void, Sun Wukong rushed into the black smoke and smashed the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple to pieces with a single blow before leaving.

The collapse of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple exacerbated the already severed state of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Taoist Temple

Unable to attend to all three, the three saints could only flee in disarray from the aura of the Void.

"It's Yang He's disciple! How dare the extraterrestrial demons!"

"Yang He, until you become a saint, you will never escape our grasp!!!"

.........

main world.

Yang He pressed his temples, his spiritual vision had reached an indescribable level.

The endless layers of hell were like a taut bowstring, and even he couldn't understand how the main world maintained the status quo.

It seems that a force has forcibly pieced together the remains of immortals and Buddhas, persisting for nearly two thousand years, and now it has reached its limit.

"Ancient texts record that yin and yang were separated by gods and humans..."

"Is that you, Elder Tang?"

Yang He opened his fiery eyes and looked at the endless hell from another perspective. He could vaguely see traces of blood vessels and meridians, which connected the fragmented world and blocked the demons and monsters from the mortals.

He knew it all too well; the ten incarnations of Tang Sanzang were modeled after his own true form.

It seems that Tang Sanzang, at the end of the great calamity, single-handedly delayed the destruction of the Three Realms, and the flesh of the mortal Tang Sanzang was merely a subtle influence.

(End of this chapter)