Mythology

Chapter 538 The sky has collapsed, the stage is left to the ancestors of humanity and Buddha.

Everything around Yang He was turning into black water. The aura of the Void not only possessed terrifying corrosiveness but also had an assimilative effect.

boom.

The side hall sank slightly, as if it were about to be swallowed up by the Ruins.

As a supreme innate treasure, the Precious Bone Mausoleum barely managed to withstand the aura of the Void.

However, the bone and flesh peach trees became strange and inexplicable, with the heads hanging from the branches having their jaws wide open, and thick black liquid constantly flowing out.

Water Deity and others noticed that Yang He was completely swallowed up by the aura of the Void.

They looked fearful, but it seemed that Yang He was taking the initiative to bear the aura of the Void, so others would not be affected. At the same time, the living statues covering the side hall would also be tainted by the aura of the Void.

Even if there were a few more Primordial Golden Immortals among the fake immortals, they still wouldn't be able to break through the living stump.

There is no danger, at least not in the short term.

Some people have even begun to suspect that Yang He might have done this on purpose.

Yang He had no energy to pay attention; his consciousness was already deep in boundless darkness, the aura of the Void shielding him from all his senses.

Even the passage of time seems to have become meaningless.

The connection between Yang He and Sun Wukong became increasingly close, with the aura of the Void establishing a bridge for communication between the master and disciple.

He even empathized with Sun Wukong's situation and deeply understood his feelings.

Sun Wukong is fearless and has had the experience of hiding in the Ruins of Guixu, but he still has an instinctive fear of the unknown.

He struggled, his hair already stained with filth.

The only source of light was that section of Tang Sanzang's finger bone, which also emitted a chilling odor, making it stand out conspicuously in the Ruins of Guixu.

Yang He narrowed his eyes, and his spiritual vision began to surge uncontrollably.

He remembered that if Tang Sanzang stayed in one place for too long, he would attract the presence of beings deep within the Ruins of Return. The finger bone was meant to put Sun Wukong in danger.

"Wukong! Wukong!!"

Yang He's call echoed in Sun Wukong's mind. The latter was in a daze, but then barely regained some of his intelligence.

Sun Wukong trembled, and his fiery eyes gleamed faintly.

"Master, since even a saint can be killed, your disciple absolutely cannot die a miserable death in the Ruins of Return!!"

Sun Wukong roared and unleashed astonishing power, kicking open the already loosened cage bars caused by the erosion of the Void, and recklessly heading in the opposite direction!

The result was that they had only moved a few feet away when an invisible wave of air swept out!
An indescribable sense of oppression washed over me, accompanied by an irresistible suction force and rustling sounds, as if a giant creature were crawling.

Sun Wukong felt a chill on his legs, and his legs below the knees were swallowed whole; his Hundred-Refined Golden Body was of no use whatsoever.

It should be noted that even the physical strength of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal is far inferior to that of Sun Wukong.

"Wukong, don't move!!"

Sun Wukong quickly complied. A sense of oppression flashed through his body and lasted for a long time before the enormous creature in the Ruins of Return disappeared.

He breathed heavily and carefully transmitted his thoughts.

"Master, what should I do next?"

Yang He could clearly sense the overwhelming rage and deep resentment that Sun Wukong was suppressing, and he was willing to swallow his anger and die.

He paused for a moment, realizing that to bring down the saint, he would have to give his all.

"Goku."

Yang He's voice was incredibly calm, and even Sun Wukong stopped struggling. "Didn't the bald monk want to use the Ruins of Return to trap and kill us? Since that's the case, then we'll give the immortals and Buddhas a big gift."

"The great calamity is coming, and both the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling will collapse."

"Let's just add fuel to the fire, so that the immortals and Buddhas won't continue to turn a blind eye to the world's disasters."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, unable to contain himself. "Hahahaha, I knew you weren't one to swallow your pride, Master. Let's turn the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling upside down! Sages always let mortals undergo tribulations first, let them taste the bitterness of returning to the abyss."

"Wukong, we, master and disciple, will probably have to bear the pain a little."

Yang He narrowed his eyes. Only Guixu could deal with a saint. The Three Pure Ones were forced to reincarnate. Even if Shakyamuni descended to the Heavenly Court, he would be in deep trouble against Guixu.

"Master, come on! I, Old Sun, have never been afraid of anyone in the past few hundred years!!"

Sun Wukong did not hesitate at all, and was even somewhat impatient.

"Not urgent."

Yang He glanced at Sun Wukong's gradually growing limbs and said, "I promised you that since that's the case, I'll help you become a Hunyuan Golden Immortal first."

Sun Wukong's mouth dropped open: "Here? Advancing in the Ruins of Return?"

"Scared?"

Sun Wukong curled his lip, "I've been through life and death before! At worst, I'll just die, hahaha."

"it is good."

Yang He was too lazy to explain to Sun Wukong that his disciple's cultivation had been purely based on talent, and if he were to tell him the steps to advancement, it would be easy for all his previous efforts to be wasted.

He said no more, and the head of the Corpse Celestial Venerable was now buried deep in the ground of the side hall.

If not stopped, he would soon fall from the Great Luo Heaven, eventually passing through the Three Realms and sinking into the Void at an extremely slow pace.

Yang He began to intervene, but instead of reshaping the body and soul, he used the head as nourishment to nurture the Tree of Myriad Transformations.

Click click click.

The skull creaked under the strain, and a crack ran through it.

Yang He grunted, and then a tender sprout of the Myriad Transformations Tree slowly grew out. Compared to the branches of the Myriad Transformations Tree in Sun Wukong's body, the one that was born from his own head was the true body, containing the Heavenly Dao of the Great Thousand Worlds.

The seedlings grew rapidly upon exposure to the wind! Their roots, like living dragons, plunged wildly into the jade ground of the side hall, absorbing the accumulated yin energy of countless eons.

The main trunk then shot upwards at an illogical speed, tearing through the air and making a roar!

Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters...

In the blink of an eye, a towering Wanhua tree stood in the center of the side hall.

The branches and leaves seemed to block out the sky, making the peach grove of corpses secondary. As the canopy stretched out, each leaf flowed with a different kind of radiance.

The illusory images of mountains, rivers, the sun, moon, and stars appear and disappear among the branches and leaves in a cycle.

The natural patterns contain profound truths and exude a celestial way that encompasses all things and evolves the universe.

Water Deity looked up at the Myriad Transformation Tree in disbelief, feeling himself as insignificant as dust. An instinctive sense of awe arose within him, and he uncontrollably knelt down at the foot of the Myriad Transformation Tree.

Then look at the old plague demon, who was already frantically banging his head on the ground.

The Myriad Transformations Tree has become more restrained in its Daoist aura, no longer displaying an aggressive presence. However, its influence has already spread, and rumors have even circulated throughout the Heavenly Court that the Jade Emperor... has awakened!

The Water Deity murmured, "What...what kind of supernatural power does he possess?!"

"Magic?"

The old plague demon slapped himself a few times, swallowed hard, and said, "That's the Heavenly Dao. Do you know the Heavenly Dao? He is destined to become a saint, destined to transcend sainthood, and destined to rule over a region of the Heavenly Dao!"

Water Deity was not ignorant; rather, the impact of the Myriad Transformations Tree was too strong.

The Plague Demon noticed a leaf on a branch, grayish-white in color with speckled corpse spots on its surface—a manifestation of the Plague Path. He shouted, "Ancestor above, accept this disciple's bow!!"

"Disciple Plague Old Ghost was originally just a local deity of the Plague Department. After the death of Yu De, the head of the Plague Department, I inherited his immortal position. For the past two hundred years, I have worked diligently, hoping only to serve under the Ancestor in the future!"

The Myriad Transformations Tree swayed slightly, its leaves, representing the Plague Avenue, drooping.

A flash of inspiration appeared between the old plague demon's eyebrows.

The Plague Old Ghost exudes an aura that is of the same origin as the Myriad Transformation Tree. It is not beneficial for the time being, but one can contemplate the Myriad Transformation Tree to comprehend the Dao at any time.

"Thank you, Ancestor! Thank you, Ancestor!!"

Water Deity was utterly astonished. Was the Plague Old Ghost really willing to give up his life like this?

No wonder he could become the head of the Plague Department as an ordinary righteous god. He was decisive and ruthless in his actions, and at least he could not be controlled by others.

Yang He felt that his current state was very strange. The Heavenly Dao of this world was rejecting him, but it was already powerless to stop the Myriad Transformation Tree.

"Yes……"

"Medicine Buddha and Cundi."

Yang He sensed the two spying on him with precognition, his eyes filled with apprehension, but he refrained from attacking immediately due to the aura of the Void.

He sneered and casually branded all the immortals except for the Water Deity Star Lord.

It allows you to leave anytime.

Water Deity Star Lord's cultivation has reached the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. If he resists the enlightenment of the Myriad Transformation Tree, it may cause damage to his body and soul. In that case, it will be difficult for him to be reincarnated even if he is brought back to the main world.

"It's still early, and the Water Deity Star Lord will eventually smooth out his rough edges."

Yang He said no more. The branches of the Myriad Transformations Tree gradually became part of Sun Wukong, helping his disciple to become a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

Sun Wu immediately understood the key to this, and since he had not taken any precautions against Yang He, the branches of the Myriad Transformations Tree were almost perfectly aligned.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and then he actively activated his demonic energy.

But instead of accelerating the recovery from the injury, it does the opposite.

Chi Chi Chi.

Sun Wukong's flesh and blood rapidly peeled away and dissolved, causing him to grimace in excruciating pain, but he gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound.

In a short while, only a dull golden skeleton remained on the spot.

"The Tree of Myriad Transformations...come!"

Sun Wukong essentially abandoned the very foundation of his cultivation, just like countless cultivators in later generations, focusing primarily on branches of the Myriad Transformations Tree.

He allowed the branches of the Myriad Transformations Tree to take root completely in his spine.

Immediately afterwards, the branches of the myriad-colored tree, mainly based on the skeleton, began to spread and grow like a living thing! The leaf veins outlined the contours of flesh and blood.

New flesh and blood continuously grow along the leaf vein network.

Sun Wukong's cultivation was still breaking through, but his physical body had already stepped into the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm. With the protection of a branch of the Myriad Transformations Tree, he was able to withstand the aura of the Void.

Yang He was secretly delighted. Every Hunyuan Golden Immortal thought it was the key. It was already difficult for mortals in the main world to become immortals, and it was extremely difficult to even step into the Golden Immortal realm. Top combat power could only be selected from the world of legends.

He patiently maintained the stability of the Myriad Transformations Tree, while closely monitoring Sun Wukong's transformation deep within the Ruins of Return through its branches.

As time passed, the number of fake immortals continued to increase, but they were unable to shake the living pillar at all.

The Myriad Transformations Tree, which Yang He transformed into, has reached two thousand meters in height. The oppressive feeling it brings even faintly overshadows the Lingxiao Palace, attracting countless immortals to worship it.

Two months later, Sun Wukong successfully reached the level of a Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

Sun Wukong's condition was not stable, and his movements were somewhat out of control, which was a bit like forcing growth. However, the Hunyuan Golden Immortal is the pinnacle below the Saint, so there is plenty of time to adjust.

Yang He also noticed that the Five-Colored Divine Light could actually make consciousness adapt to the Void.

Although progress is slow, and it may take ten thousand years to completely ignore the aura of the Void, it at least gave him a glimpse of the possibility of overcoming it.

Just now.

Boom, boom! ! !

A sudden roar from the Eighteenth Heaven of the Realm of Form startled Yang He awake, shattering the tranquility of the Heavenly Court.

Yang He was instantly drawn in and looked down following the senses of the Myriad Transformation Tree.

Within the thirty heavens, in the Void Transcendent Heaven, located at the bottom of the eighteenth heaven of the Form Realm, a heart-stopping upheaval was taking place!
The vast and boundless immortal continent began to crumble inch by inch at its edges, with huge rocks and palace fragments detaching from the main body.

Falling towards the endless sea of ​​clouds.

Compared to the six heavens of the Desire Realm that were once taken to the Void by the Three Pure Ones, the collapse of the eighteen heavens of the Form Realm foreshadowed many things, indicating that the rule of immortals and Buddhas was about to end.

The world will inevitably face a cataclysmic event that destroys everything.

Yang He had anticipated this, and since he had come from nearly two thousand years ago, he was able to face the great calamity with a calm mind, unlike the other immortals.

In the instant that the Void Transcendental Heaven lost its support, thousands of immortals went mad and fell into demonic possession.

The Heavenly Court was in chaos, but the fall of the Void Transcendental Heaven was irreversible. Moreover, because the eighteen heavens of the Form Realm were connected as one, it wouldn't be long before the Taiji Obscured Heaven would follow suit.

Cries, screams, and streaks of light mingled together, and the low-level Daoist disciple didn't even have time to leave before he was reduced to ashes.

"Senior brother."

Master Qingfeng arrived at the foot of the Myriad Transformations Tree at some unknown time. Looking up at the branches, tears streamed down his face. "You...you knew a long time ago...that the Heavenly Court would face this day?"

The branches and leaves of the Myriad Transformations Tree swayed, and Yang He's telepathic message carried a sense of enlightenment, as if he had seen through the ways of the world.

"The trend of the times is irreversible and cannot be reversed by human effort. Even a sage would be powerless in the face of such a dramatic change in the world."

Master Qingfeng wiped away his tears, his tone pleading: "Senior brother, I want to go back to the fourth heaven of the Formless Realm. Most of the disciples of our lineage are still cultivating there. Junior brother wants to... bring them out as much as possible."

“Yes.” Yang He agreed, then added, “If you wish, you can also tell them, and even all the immortals who are willing to believe, that if they have nowhere to go, they can come to this tree. As long as they are within my Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Domain, no matter how many beings there are, they can all find a place to settle down.”

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Master Qingfeng's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by greater worry: "But senior brother, is it still too late? I see the Void Beyond Heaven collapsing..."

“It’s too late.” Yang He’s response was resolute. “The Void Transcending Heaven is just the beginning. The foundation of the eighteen heavens of the Form Realm has been destroyed. Under the chain reaction, the Heavenly Court will soon collapse completely, and there will be no possibility of survival.”

Whoosh.

A huge fragment of a fairy island streaked past.

Yang He scanned the inside of the fragment with his divine sense and could clearly see that it had been eroded by the viscous aura of the Void, leaving it riddled with holes. The original immortal cave had been transformed into a fleshy structure.

Master Qingfeng's face turned pale, and he finally bowed deeply: "I understand, senior brother! Please let me leave Lingxiao Palace."

Yang He did not stop him; his roots entangled Qingfeng Daoist and quietly led him out of the Great Luo Heaven.

Master Qingfeng has already become a member of the Myriad Transformations Tree, and he can return to the Daoist temple after his death. However, his soul is too incomplete, which will affect his reincarnation. Nevertheless, Yang He has devoted special attention to his junior brother.

Yang He noticed the surge in spiritual vision; the two saints hadn't stopped from beginning to end.

“Shakyamuni, let’s see who can gain the upper hand.”

The Myriad Transformations Tree continued to grow, its branches sprouting flower buds of all sizes, while its roots continuously absorbed the energy of the Void through Sun Wukong's branches.

Once the flowers bloom, the Great Luo Heaven will be reduced to a man-made ruin.

(End of this chapter)