Mythology

Chapter 536 I predicted your prediction
After the side hall's main gate was tightly closed, spiritual patterns spread across the walls and floor, and it wouldn't be long before they were sealed off along with Daoist Qingfeng.

This shows that the magic array in the side hall is exceptionally stable and requires no reinforcement at all.

Master Qingfeng was so startled that his hand trembled, and he almost dropped the brocade box. He then realized what was happening and exclaimed, "Senior brother? You...you're awake?!"

Yang He's lips curled into a faint smile. "Don't rush to acknowledge our kinship. I haven't even confirmed yet whether you are my junior brother Qingfeng."

The words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, instantly freezing Master Qingfeng in place. All sorts of chilling speculations flooded his mind. Could it be that he had also been replaced? Or... from the moment he stepped into the Lingxiao Palace, everything he had seen and heard had been an illusion?
"Heh, just kidding, don't worry about it."

Yang He's tone suddenly changed, becoming slightly mocking.

His gaze swept over Master Qing. With the blessing of billions of spiritual visions, even if the trouble in Lingxiao Palace originated from the Jade Emperor or some saint, it would be difficult to hide it from his discerning eyes.

"Senior brother, you..."

Master Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a wave of powerlessness.

However, as long as Yang He is in the Heavenly Court, he is not worried even if there is trouble. His senior brother will definitely be able to handle it.

"Tell me specifically, besides the Lingxiao Palace incident, is there anything else in the Heavenly Court that's... a bit off lately?"

Yang He telepathically inquired of Daoist Qingfeng, but instead of rushing out of the side hall, he concealed his aura and returned to the brocade box, pretending that he had not yet regained consciousness.

Master Qingfeng was taken aback, then realized that once the magic array was formed, someone from the Lingxiao Main Hall would observe them through the Haotian Mirror.

Therefore, the out-of-control immortals and gods seen by the Haotian Mirror were all false illusions.

"Other troubles? What do you mean, Senior Brother? Isn't the biggest trouble right now the aura of the Void deep within the Lingxiao Palace, which has caused the eight righteous gods to disappear one after another?" Master Qingfeng asked, puzzled.

"I'm not talking about the Lingxiao Palace," Yang He said with an undeniable solemnity.

The troubles of Lingxiao Palace are indeed troublesome, and have even led to the deaths of the four emperors, but what is more urgent for me is not Lingxiao Palace.

"Junior Brother Qingfeng, do you still remember the matter of the stable boy? Many troubles are often hidden in the most inconspicuous and insignificant places. By the time they are discovered, they have already become a raging fire."

Master Qingfeng was startled. Although he didn't understand why Yang He was ignoring the trouble caused by Lingxiao Palace, he still closed his eyes and began to ponder.

Yang He didn't say much; in fact, it was difficult to explain his concerns clearly.

According to the original plan, he should have descended into the world of the story through the Myriad Transformation Tree inside Sun Wukong's body. The Myriad Transformation Tree is a common object for all permanent characters, and can be used to reshape any physical body.

Unfortunately, when choosing a character, I discovered that apart from Corpse Celestial, the other permanent characters were either unplayable or... in the Ruins of Return.

[Netherworld Patrol Sea Ghost Yuan True Lord: You have unexpectedly become trapped in the Void of Return and are unable to extricate yourself. It is almost impossible for you to return to the mortal realm by any means. The aura of the Void of Return is already relentlessly eroding your body and soul.]

Logically speaking, since Sun Wukong escaped from the clutches of the Three Sages, he shouldn't have ended up in the Ruins of Guixu without reason. It's unclear when this unexpected turn of events occurred.

"The Corpse Celestial Venerable may seem to be an exception, but it's actually because of the head he left for Junior Brother Qingfeng."

[The Celestial Venerable of the Corpse Patrol of the Void: Your head, which was key to Daoist Qingfeng's formation, seems to have been unexpectedly trapped in the Lingxiao Palace.]

"If it weren't for this head, all the regular characters would most likely have been wiped out. It's clearly another dead end set up against me."

"Shakyamuni".

Yang He didn't need any evidence; it was definitely the work of Shakyamuni.

You can freely enter and exit the world of the story through the panel. You are immortal and indestructible. The only possibility is that the story will fail, but you will not die or perish.

Yang He acted recklessly for over a thousand years, but his elder brother eventually noticed something amiss.

The drawback of the panel is that it is impossible to precisely control the timing of entering the world of the story. If a permanent character is severely injured, it will take more than half a month to rebuild their body and soul. If they are sealed, they may not even be able to play the role.

Yang He suspected that Shakyamuni's sealing of Immaculate Buddha was a test.

He wanted to confirm one thing: whether Sun Wukong was currently trapped in the Void or somewhere in Heaven.
Upon hearing this, Master Qingfeng, though puzzled, closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully recalling the events. After a moment, he finally sorted out his thoughts.

He telepathically said, "If anything is amiss, there have indeed been a few strange things happening lately."

"Many spiritual birds raised in sacred mountains and blessed lands can transform into human form much faster than before. Even some cranes and pheasants with ordinary bloodlines can speak human language and take on half a human form in just a hundred years."

He paused, then continued, "Furthermore, among the newly born immortals, there have been quite a few... anomalies, not in their origins, but in their appearance. Many are born with two heads, or extra arms growing from their ribs. The Star Lord of Fortune examined them and said that their souls are pure and they are not possessed by evil spirits."

Something unusual is bound to happen; there will definitely be signs before the great calamity erupts.

Yang He believed that even if the thirtieth heaven fell into the void, it should have happened layer by layer, and Buddhism would definitely intervene to seek its own interests.

"correct!"

Master Qingfeng seemed to remember something, and took out a crystal-clear pill the size of a longan from his sleeve, the fragrance of the medicine instantly filling the air.

Under the watchful eye of the Haotian Mirror, he pretended to prepare to take a pill to replenish his Yin energy.

"Recently, the Heavenly Court has had an abundant supply of medicinal herbs and plants, and even the usually scarce evergreen wood marrow has become much more plentiful."

"My junior brother bought several bottles of this Hundred Herbs Emerald Elixir for emergencies, but he hasn't taken it yet."

Yang He immediately scanned the pill with his divine sense, and his voice suddenly turned cold: "There's something wrong with the pill!"

"A problem?" Master Qingfeng was taken aback. "Senior brother, what's the problem? This pill was refined by an outer sect alchemist from the Doushuai Palace, and there's nothing wrong with the process."

"Didn't you notice?"

Yang He said coldly, "The aroma of the medicine is excessively strong, but the medicinal power of the pill itself is condensed and does not dissipate. There is no sign of the normal pill evaporating over time. The aroma... is not right!"

Upon hearing this, Master Qingfeng carefully sensed the surroundings, and his expression changed slightly.

Indeed, the alluring aroma of the medicine was like a shell, with the medicinal power inside firmly solidified.

"Throw it out!" Yang He urged.

Master Qingfeng dared not be negligent. With a flick of his finger, he shot the Hundred Herbs Emerald Elixir towards the wall of the side hall. The moment it touched the spiritual patterns on the wall...

A sudden change occurred!

The pill trembled violently, and several tumor-like protrusions instantly appeared on its smooth surface!
Immediately afterwards, the protrusion ruptured, and four pale limbs with bent joints emerged, gripping the wall tightly! The pill itself twisted and deformed, with a crack appearing at the top, emitting a faint hissing sound!

The pill seemed to be a living thing, frantically trying to climb and escape!

However, at this moment, the magic array in the side hall had been completely closed, and the spiritual runes shone brightly, forming a closed cage that locked up all living things.

The tiny figure formed from the elixir didn't crawl far before being blocked by an invisible barrier.

Then it slammed its deformed head against the wall, making a dull thud.

A few breaths later, the movements abruptly stopped, the four limbs hung limply, and the entire body began to expand and contract violently, as if something inside was about to burst out!
puff!

With a soft sound, the little pill figure exploded on the spot, turning into a pool of sticky minced meat.

It emitted a pungent odor that was a mixture of medicinal fragrance and putrid smell.

Master Qingfeng stared dumbfounded at the minced meat, a chill running from his feet to the top of his head. This was no miraculous elixir; it was clearly concocted using some unheard-of supernatural power!

"It seems..."

Yang He's voice was chillingly cold, "Buddhist monks have already infiltrated the foundation of the Heavenly Court, hehe, the work of the Medicine Buddha."

"The chaos in Lingxiao Palace is probably just the tip of the iceberg." The immortals in the main hall are at most incarnations, perhaps related to the Jade Emperor, and they themselves don't even know they are fake.

Buddhism is the real threat. Yang He severely injured Jieyin and Zhunti, and the Three Saints will definitely not try to persuade him to surrender again. He won't even know he's dying.

"It's difficult. If all else fails, we'll have to give up on the world of classical allusions."

"Anyway, the Journey to the West calamity is about to be updated with a major version, and even the sages cannot escape it. It's unrealistic for me to think I can benefit from it."

Yang He shook his head slightly, there was one thing that Shakyamuni certainly hadn't anticipated.

He has the ability to step outside the game; if all else fails, he can retreat to the main world and focus on dealing with the arrival of ghosts and gods, and then consider other things later.

"Therefore, the main purpose of coming to the world of historical allusions is to win back the old troops."

"The head of the eight departments can be used to govern the new Heavenly Court of future generations."

Yang He secretly made up his mind, and then used the Myriad Transformation Tree as a guide to try to transmit his thoughts to Sun Wukong.

Originally, it was a desperate measure, but then a faint connection was detected.

"Yuanzai Kong Shengtian? Wukong is Yuanzai Kong Shengtian in the Eighteenth Heaven of the Form Realm?!"

Yang He was startled. He repeatedly checked the vague location of the Dharma Seal. Sun Wukong should not be deeply trapped in the Void yet, confined to the Eighteen Heavens of the Realm of Form!
"We must rescue Wukong as soon as possible!"

"Brother Monkey is my handpicked number one henchman, how can he be killed on the eve of the Great Tribulation!"

The fleshy buds at the severed point on his neck were wriggling, and a powerful life force was beginning to gather, preparing to immediately reshape his body and forcefully break through the blockade of the side hall.

Boom! ! !
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The entire side hall area shook violently, the spiritual patterns flickered constantly, becoming extremely unstable, and endless waves crashed against the magic array in the direction where the Water Virtue Star Lord was imprisoned.

The plague demon also emitted corrosive sounds, and colorful poisonous mist even seeped out from the cracks in the door.

"Brother!"

Master Qingfeng's face turned ashen. The seal on the side hall seemed to be forcibly broken from the inside. Wouldn't that attract the attention of those fake immortals?
Yang He's process of reshaping his physical body suddenly came to a halt.

The once orderly main hall was now in complete chaos. Countless streams of light arrived above the side hall area. Wen Zhong took the lead and used his Thunderous Strike to suppress the Water Virtue Star Lord.

Yang He's upper body has grown back, and his cultivation has recovered to that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Master Qingfeng trembled with fear, knowing that even the slightest contact with the aftershocks would result in his death and the annihilation of his cultivation.

"Senior brother, the timing is too perfect. Could it be that the Water Deity Star Lord has realized you are in the Lingxiao Palace?"

He asked casually, but Yang He's actions of reshaping his physical body came to a halt. His face immediately turned extremely ugly, and his brows were full of malice.

"Senior...Senior brother, I...I'm not fake too, am I?"

"Nothing to do with you."

Master Qingfeng assumed that Yang He's malice was directed at him, since Lingxiao Palace now looked like the eight departments were fighting each other, and the two sides of immortals and gods were mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

Yang He let out a long breath, and then the bones and flesh below his neck shattered.

He returned to the state of only having his head left.

"Damn it, what a Shakyamuni, trying to trick me again."

Yang He's Corpse Celestial's head is indeed special, but how could it possibly bypass Shakyamuni's eyes and ears? Even Sun Wukong's inexplicable imprisonment in the Eighteen Heavens of the Realm of Form was a step-by-step process of guiding him.

He had barely realized Sun Wukong's location when the sealing formation immediately became unstable.

If they escape from Lingxiao Palace, they will most likely fall into a trap.

Yang He concluded at Lion Camel Ridge that if he wanted to break the deadlock, he couldn't follow Shakyamuni's ideas. Therefore, Sun Wukong shouldn't rush to rescue him, and could even ignore him.

Because a branch of the Myriad Transformations Tree has already attached itself to Sun Wukong's body!

Even if Sun Wukong dies and his soul dissipates, Yang He can still retrieve his soul using a branch of the Myriad Transformations Tree, allowing Sun Wukong to be reincarnated at the Taoist temple after his death.

It's a pity that Sun Wukong wasted his chance to become a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

"Shakyamuni was simply preparing to seize the Wanhua Heavenly Daoist Temple."

"Once the Corpse Celestial Venerable's physical body is complete, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field will naturally be nurtured within the Niwan Palace. If I remain with only my head, what can you do to me?"

Yang He opened his mouth and spat out the precious bone tomb he had brought with him, which then fell in front of him. Tens of thousands of human-faced peaches emerged from it.

The magic circle was damaged, and the walls and floor were full of cracks.

The peach with the human face took the opportunity to disappear into the ground.

The riddled magic array was then repaired, becoming even a hundred times more stable than before.

Wen Zhong and the others were stunned, unable to understand how the situation had taken such a dramatic turn. The side hall echoed with the unwilling shouts of the Water Deity Star Lord and the Plague Old Ghost!
They began to continue setting up the sealing magic array around the side hall.

Zhao Gongming remained completely still throughout, closing his eyes to rest.

"kindness?"

Zhao Gongming opened his eyes and noticed that a peach branch was growing in the corner of the wall, with a ferocious mouth on the leaf, panting heavily.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao Gongming, it's been a long time. Why have you given up on yourself?"

"It really is you, Yang He."

Zhao Gongming smiled and then explained, "Whenever an immortal or deity steps onto the jade steps, a second self is created. I sensed something amiss and returned to the side hall beforehand, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, there should be another me among the crowd in the main hall."

Zhao Gongming chose to confine the area to the side hall primarily to prevent the situation from escalating.

"Where's Yunxiao?"

"I don't know. Junior Sister Yunxiao may not have taken the jade steps. It seems that someone is guiding Doubu deep into Lingxiao Palace from the shadows."

Yang He's first thought was of the ten sons of the Yang family, but he didn't show it. The trouble caused by the Lingxiao Palace was not significant at this critical juncture, since they would all be annihilated with the fall of the Heavenly Court anyway.

What he needs is to rescue Yunxiao and the others, or at least find out what's going on inside.

"Zhao Gongming, I'll let you into the Lingxiao Palace. You can pass on a message to Yunxiao, telling them to leave as soon as possible, no matter what means they use. If they die, they can take their souls with them."

Zhao Gongming explicitly refused, saying, "I am already a perfected Hunyuan Golden Immortal. If my other self has the same cultivation and supernatural powers, I'm afraid the trouble will get out of control."

"I don't have time to talk to you too much. Next, I'll set up living stakes to protect the side hall. I'll keep those fake immortals in check, so nothing will happen."

Yang He added again, "And someone will cover for you."

Buddhism will not allow the Heavenly Court to perish prematurely. It is true that they intend to create a myriad of heavenly realms, but the Thirtieth Heaven is also a coveted prize.

"it is good."

Zhao Gongming nodded, and the wall in front of him exploded, turning into a beam of light that disappeared into the depths of the Lingxiao Palace.

(End of this chapter)