Mythology

Chapter 534 The Innate Treasures of the Investiture of the Gods

Yang He looked at the endless hell, and Tang Sanzang formed a large net to catch the world riddled with holes.

If Tang Sanzang was still conscious, what kind of excruciating pain did he endure, and it is very likely that it lasted for nearly two thousand years?

"Elder Tang, please accept my bow no matter what."

Yang He, with a solemn expression, bowed deeply towards the lingering remnants of Tang Sanzang's existence.

The wind howled, mixed with mournful cries, as if in response.

Yang He took out a wine gourd and poured the medicinal power of several human-faced peaches into it. Then he uncorked it, and the clear wine slowly spilled onto the ground, seeping into the soil as if holding a silent sacrifice.

After the ceremony, he straightened up, his gaze becoming sharp as a knife.

[Spiritual Vision: 137.5 billion]

Through his contact with the sage, Yang He's spiritual vision unknowingly increased a hundredfold from just over one hundred million. He not only saw through Tang Sanzang's tricks, but could also see as far as the eleventh level of hell.

Yang He's gaze pierced through the layers of hell's barriers. The deeper he went, the more unstable hell became. Even after the tenth layer, he could clearly detect a faint aura of returning to nothingness.

His guess was correct; the great calamity that swept through the three realms was far from over.

When ghosts and spirits want to descend to the mortal realm, it is also to avoid a great calamity, just as when a flood comes, mortals rush to higher ground.

In the eleventh level of hell, Yang He also noticed floating islands pieced together from skeletons, where many cultivators were busy worshipping ghosts and gods, but the ghosts and gods had not yet moved in.

"At most fifty years..."

Yang He witnessed the floating island being used as a bridgehead, where the cultivators were all strangely shaped, with almost no human characteristics.

"Perhaps many ghosts and gods are unaware of the existence of the Great Calamity, and simply covet the flesh and blood of mortals. Who knows how many ghosts and gods they will have to face."

The floating islands that Yang He saw were just a drop in the ocean. The number of ghosts and gods probably far exceeded that of the peak of immortals and Buddhas, and there were even ghosts and gods like the Human Mother who were comparable to quasi-saints.

It is almost impossible for one person to protect the mortal world.

Yang He needed more help. With this thought in mind, his consciousness swept across the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field. The souls of Yang Jian and the others had already followed him to the main world and were all sealed in Yindu.

Protected by the Tree of Myriad Transformations, his soul suffered no damage whatsoever.

As long as Yang He puts his soul into reincarnation, it won't be long before Yang Jian and the others can rebuild their bodies and souls. The only price is that their bodies and souls will be affected, and they will no longer be able to return to the world of the legend.

He no longer hesitated and sat cross-legged, communicating with the myriad forms of the Dharma through his divine consciousness.

"However, there is a problem. The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field has only recently created a Great Thousand World, and it is somewhat difficult to reshape the body and soul of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. It is estimated that it will take at least three hundred years..."

Yang He looked somewhat helpless. The reshaping of the body and soul could not be carried out in the world of the classics, which meant there would be a vacuum period of 150 years.

"No, I plan to bring back more souls for reshaping."

"Including the eight departments of Heaven, staying in the world of the classics would mean certain death. We also cannot let the ten sons of the Yang family die in the great calamity. But if we do that, wouldn't it take five or six hundred years to completely rebuild them?"

Once the Yin-Yang separation maintained by Tang Sanzang ends, the Great Calamity will absolutely sweep down upon the main world, and having even a hundred years to catch one's breath will be a luxury.

Yang He pondered for a long time, then suddenly remembered something.

He raised his hand and flipped it over, revealing the slightly worn Investiture of the Gods in his palm.

The Investiture of the Gods was originally a supreme innate treasure. After its innate energy was completely lost, even though Yang He kept it in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field to nurture it, the Investiture of the Gods only recovered one or two tenths of its power.

Even though, due to the panel, one can still use the Investiture of the Gods to unlock the 'God begets God' phenomenon.

However, the celestial ranks conferred upon them are generally only below the Golden Immortal level.

"Let's give it a try. The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field has at least created a Great Thousand World. After its advancement, it has indeed nurtured a lot of innate energy. Let's see if we can make the Investiture of the Gods return to its innate treasure status."

thump.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace landed in front of Yang He.

Yang He slapped the Eight Trigrams Furnace, and without hesitation, poured a massive amount of resources into it, along with a wisp of colorless and formless innate energy.

The Investiture of the Gods shone brightly, its names flowing and countless tiny characters emerging.

The innate energy was slowly drawn away from the depths of the earth veins of the Daoist temple, and all the objects and plants around Yang He were restless and eager to move.

Yang He then guided the innate energy into the Investiture of the Gods.

Rumble.

The main world suddenly witnessed a celestial phenomenon, more intense than the previous transformation from the acquired to the innate state at the Precious Bone Mausoleum, demonstrating the extraordinary nature of the Investiture of the Gods.

The Investiture of the Gods was originally created by Yuanshi Tianzun.

It possesses the wondrous power of being conferred the title of a god, and is said to be formed from the remnants of the Heavenly Dao at the beginning of the creation of the Thirty-Six Heavens, but unfortunately it can only be used once.

The extraordinary phenomenon of the Investiture of the Gods returning to its original state quickly spread throughout the mortal realm.

Countless ordinary people felt a sudden pang of fear for no apparent reason, and those with more sensitive hearts were even terrified by the thought of seeing a snake in a cup.

The cultivators were even more affected, feeling that everything around them had become unfamiliar, as if countless eyes were watching them from the shadows.

Similar to when Yang Hegang first gained spiritual vision, especially after staring directly at the corpses of ghosts and gods, he always felt that demons and monsters were staring at him from every angle.

The chaos caused by the strange phenomenon began to intensify, and many cultivators subconsciously looked up at the moon.

The full moon seemed somewhat lively, and the shadows it cast appeared to be wriggling.

"The moon...the moon is alive!!!"

An old man clutched his head, veins bulging on his temples, and let out a shrill roar. His Dao heart was almost broken, unable to accept the indescribable nature of the world.

Yang He frowned and immediately circulated his Yin energy to forcefully suppress the strange phenomena caused by the Investiture of the Gods. Only then did the fear that permeated the mortal world dissipate by more than half.

To avoid large-scale casualties.

"That's not good either; they'll have to face the truth sooner or later."

Yang He narrowed his eyes. Once cultivators become immortals and attain enlightenment, they will gradually come to know the true nature of the world. If they are not allowed to adapt in advance, hundreds or even thousands of immortals and Buddhas will probably go mad later.

He touched the space between his eyebrows, and the myriad transformation trees extended their roots.

Yang He shared a spiritual vision with cultivators, one in several hundred million, which allowed them to witness parts of the world's essence, especially when they sensed the Heavenly Dao.

If you can't handle it, you might as well go mad and disappear into the shadows.

Bang bang bang.

His skills were perfected, and the time was ripe.

Yang He made a hand seal, and the lid of the Bagua Furnace suddenly opened!
A dazzling golden light shot into the sky, accompanied by the imperial edict, and the newly renovated Investiture of the Gods slowly flew out.

The style of the Investiture of the Gods became increasingly ancient, neither silk nor gold, and the material was difficult to identify. It presented the color of the beginning of chaos and was constantly changing.

The characters on the notice were no longer engraved, but rather resembled naturally formed patterns of the Great Dao. Each name contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and the information related to each immortal position was clear at a glance.

With its innate energy contained within, the Investiture of the Gods has already entered the ranks of innate supreme treasures!

Yang He's divine sense merged with it, and he instantly refined it completely, making it as easy to control as his own arm. However, the drawbacks of the Investiture of the Gods were still retained.

"It can only be used once, and it will be completely destroyed after the conferment of gods is completed."

"It's a pity."

Yang He pondered for a long time, trying to remedy the shortcomings, but found that a feasible solution would consume a massive amount of resources and require several times the amount of innate energy. If the resources were invested in the cultivators of the main world, a batch of immortals and Buddhas could also be created.

"Forget it, let it be a one-time thing. Anyway, it's pointless if we can't survive the great tribulation. Perhaps in the end, they will all perish with me."

Yang He noticed that after the Investiture of the Gods was completed, there was still a small surplus of innate energy, which was about to dissipate in the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

His gaze shifted and landed on the three-legged cauldron that had been with him for a long time.

"Let's just refine them together; the three-legged cauldron is also part of the foundation."

Yang He once again invested resources, guiding the remaining innate energy into the three-legged cauldron. The cauldron trembled violently, and its ancient patterns were illuminated.

The three-legged cauldron made a crackling sound, its eyes darting around.

Compared to the Investiture of the Gods, the reforging of the Three-Legged Cauldron was much easier. In just a few days, the artifact had absorbed the innate energy. Although it could not completely return to its original state, its sturdiness and spiritual power both increased dramatically, and its aura underwent a transformation.

It is enough to be called a pseudo-innate supreme treasure!
Facing the impending calamity, Yang He felt much more confident, as both the Eight Trigrams Furnace and the Three-Legged Cauldron could help him resist the aura of the Void.

"The main event of this trip is about to begin, hehe."

Yang He collected a whole bunch of miscellaneous corpses of immortals and Buddhas, especially Arhats, whose number had exceeded ten thousand, and threw them all into Yindu.

[Would you like to consume 1 points of Spirit Vision to integrate the corpse of the Holy Mother of the Guardian into the Divine Beings?]

[Would you like to consume 1 points of Spirit Vision to merge the corpse of the Treasure-Summoning Celestial Venerable into the Divine-Born-Divine technique?]

[Would you like to consume 1 points of Spirit Vision to integrate the corpse of the Celestial Venerable of Treasure into the Divine Life Formation?]

.........

Most of the miscellaneous corpses had unknown origins, and it was estimated that they had died inexplicably in Lion Camel Ridge, and were all some of the Eight Righteous Gods.

This indirectly indicates that the situation in Heaven is not optimistic.

The capital of the Eight Divisions is located in the Lingxiao Palace. The other righteous gods have already considered their options and therefore plan to use the Blood Pool of Lion Camel Ridge to join Buddhism.

"Cannon fodder should just honestly be cannon fodder; jumping around will only lead to certain death."

Yang He pieced together a minor eight departments of the Heavenly Court from the Investiture of the Gods. If the heads of the eight departments were already in place, reorganizing the Heavenly Court wouldn't be a problem.

His gaze then fell on the last two immortal corpses.

First is Qingling Tianjun.

Yang He lacked a permanent role at the time, so he did not attempt to possess another body. He later restored his destroyed physical body through reincarnation.

The other one is one of the Four Emperors, whose celestial title is the Great Emperor of the Central Heaven Purple Star and the North Pole.

The Ziwei Emperor's status in the Heavenly Court, excluding the Three Pure Ones, should be second only to the Jade Emperor, yet he has fallen to such a state.

As it turns out, even a Quasi-Saint might not be able to withstand the calamities caused by the Lingxiao Palace.

"Let's make them all permanent characters; it would be a waste to include them in the Investiture of the Gods."

[Should a permanent character be created: <Dongfang Qingling Shila Jiuqi Tianjun>?]

[Should a permanent character be created: <Zhongtian Ziwei Beiji Dadi>?]

"determine."

Yang He scanned the panel and found that the Four Emperors and Five Elders matched almost all the permanent characters.

The Five Elders merged into the Ghost True Lord, and the Four Emperors merged into the Corpse Heaven Lord.

[The permanent characters <Tai Xu Xun Jie Shi Hai Tian Zun> and <Zhong Tian Zi Wei Bei Ji Da Di> are compatible and meet the fusion conditions. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

[The permanent characters <Netherworld Patrol Sea Ghost Yuan True Lord> and <Eastern Azure Spirit Primordial Nine Qi Heavenly Lord> are compatible and meet the fusion conditions. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

"determine."

The Four Emperors and Five Elders may have been passed down through generations of immortals, but they all originated from the celestial positions that existed at the beginning of the Heavenly Court. Even the Jade Emperor is one of the Four Emperors, holding supreme authority in the Three Realms.

If Yang He can take advantage of the Great Tribulation to wipe out the Four Emperors and Five Elders in one fell swoop, Corpse Celestial Venerable and Ghost True Lord will undergo indescribable changes.

"The chances of gathering the five elders are not small, but the four emperors seem a bit difficult. I'm afraid each of the four emperors is at least close to the quasi-saint level. If they go crazy like the Jade Emperor, they will only be more troublesome."

"Oh right, there's also one of the Five Elders at the dojo."

His gaze fell on Yindu, where the soul of Yuanling Tianjun was mixed in the cycle of reincarnation.

Yuanling Tianjun has already transformed into a Buddha, but his immortal position still exists. The roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree penetrated his soul and were successfully and completely separated.

Based on Yuanling Tianzun's defection from darkness to light, Yang He did not pursue him to the bitter end. However, after reshaping his body and soul, his cultivation level would likely drop to that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

"There aren't enough permanent character slots. I wonder if Tang Sanzang can complete the story."

If Yang He really lacked a spot, he would try to make another trip to the mortal realm of the world of historical allusions. In any case, 99% of the historical allusions should not be able to threaten him, as they would all result in a speedrun.

He immediately retrieved the Investiture of the Gods, glancing at it out of the corner of his eye as if a god had been born.

[The story of "God begets God" currently has the following available celestial ranks: 102 / Fruit Rank: 0]

Yang He was stunned. He didn't expect that after the Investiture of the Gods was made into a supreme innate treasure, not only could immortals and gods be conferred titles, but Buddha was also included.

He may not have much else, but he already holds tens of thousands of positions.

[Would you like to consume 1 points of Spiritual Vision to integrate the <Treasure Tathagata Fruit Position> into <Divine Being God>?]

[Would you like to consume 1 points of Spirit Vision to integrate <Ju Liusun's Rank> into <God Becomes God>?]

.........

Yang He disregarded everything. The ten thousand spiritual visions consumed by his fruit positions were insignificant compared to the billions of spiritual visions. Even if all his fruit positions were integrated into the Investiture of the Gods, his spiritual visions would not fall below the billions mark.

He cleared out his inventory in one go, and the characters on the Investiture of the Gods were already densely packed.

[The story of "God begets God" currently has the following available celestial ranks: 102 / Fruit Rank: 30648]

"Who told Buddhism to keep giving me gifts? What does 30,000 Arhats mean? As long as resources are plentiful, 30,000 Arhats can be created in a short period of time."

The highest level of an Arhat is only comparable to a Mystic Immortal. In the Pure Land, they are merely waste material. However, the path to immortality in the main world has been severed for a thousand years. As long as one can attain the Dao, countless mortals would be willing to be like moths to a flame.

"However, in terms of top-tier combat power, immortals and gods actually surpass Buddhas, and I am confident that I can get the support of the leaders of the eight classes."

"I hope Wukong can reach the Lingxiao Palace as soon as possible; the Eight Righteous Gods are not to be trifled with."

Before entering the world of the classic stories, Yang He hesitated for a few moments before throwing out the Investiture of the Gods. The treasure turned into a faint light and hung high in the sky.

The words on the Investiture of the Gods flowed, and next to each celestial position, thousands of names flashed. The names represented candidates who were suitable for the celestial position, and their cultivation levels varied.

"Let the Investiture of the Gods evolve on its own. It may cause some trouble, but there's nothing I can do. I don't have the energy to screen them one by one."

The roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree continue to penetrate deeper into the endless hell, making the yin energy in the mortal world even more intense.

Rumors of a spiritual revival have spread unnoticed in the mortal realm, and many cultivators even hope to take advantage of this era of great strife to attain enlightenment and ascend to immortality.

Having witnessed the rise and fall of the mortal realm, Yang He summoned the control panel once more.

[Related Allusions: "The Cave Without Ghosts," "The Drought Ghost," "The Heavenly Ghost"... Consume 1 Spirit Vision to enter the world of these allusions?]

"Let's go."

(End of this chapter)