Mythology

Chapter 540 Completes the Jade Void Palace Story

Yang He's consciousness vanished, and the next moment, he had arrived at the Daoist temple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.

Despite being nominally the first person of the second generation of the Chan Sect, he had never been to the Jade Void Palace. He had only seen this magnificent cave in the scattered memories generated by the permanent character.

Yang He couldn't help but look dazed, as a multitude of images flashed through his mind.

That was... auspicious purple clouds rising from the east, and rays of light spreading in all directions.

The glazed green tiles shimmered with a gentle, ethereal light, while rare flowers and herbs swayed gracefully beside the white jade steps. Thousands of cranes circled around carrying lingzhi mushrooms, and the nine palace gates opened one after another, revealing countless cultivators arriving on auspicious clouds, their tassels and pendants reflecting the starry sky.

Yang He opened his eyes. At this moment, the Jade Void Palace was empty and suffocating, and the dark preaching hall was dilapidated.

A faint musty smell wafted through my nostrils, mixed with the stench of animal blood.

suddenly.

One by one, the candles lit up on their own without warning.

A faint light enveloped the preaching hall, where almost everything was decayed. Twelve prayer cushions were placed in the center, followed by nearly a hundred prayer cushions belonging to second and third-generation disciples.

The prayer cushions are now covered in dust, except for the one at the head, which is occupied by a corpse.

Apart from that, the only remaining altar in the corner of the preaching hall was the statue of the Three Pure Ones, which had been reduced to fragments scattered all over the ground.

"Ugh."

Yang He couldn't help but sigh, after all, he had once been a disciple of the Chan Sect.

He approached the corpse and noticed that its attire looked somewhat familiar. He then found the identification mark on the corpse's waist.

[Jade Void Palace Dharma Seal]

[This superior-grade Yin artifact, crafted from marble and used by Yuanshi Tianzun, represents the identity of Guang Chengzi, a disciple of the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain.]

"Back then, in the Nine Turns Yellow Springs Formation, the Twelve Golden Immortals suffered calamities and were reincarnated. Unexpectedly, Guang Chengzi chose to give up and returned to the Jade Void Palace alone to pass away."

Yang He's expression was complicated; few of the Twelve Golden Immortals met a good end.

Those who sought refuge in Buddhism all died by their own hand. It is known that only Taiyi Zhenren was able to be successfully reincarnated and became the mountain king of Flaming Mountain.

Yang He had considered taking Red Boy away, but Buddhism wouldn't give him a chance to breathe.

We can only leave it to fate. Besides, Red Boy hasn't regained his memories of his past life, so it's hard to say whether he is actually Taiyi Zhenren.

"I was an outstanding disciple of the Chan Sect, yet nearly half of the Twelve Golden Immortals died at my hands. Will the Primordial Heavenly Lord seek revenge?"

Yang He collected Guang Chengzi's body and prepared to bury it in a corner of the Wanhua Heavenly Daoist Temple.

pat.

A precious pearl fell from Guang Chengzi's clenched palm.

Yang He reached out and picked up the pearl, only to find that it contained a vast universe, a small world on the verge of collapse.

"This is... Guang Chengzi's Daoist temple, it seems to be called Nine Immortals Mountain!!"

Mount Jiuxian is not part of the Great Thousand Worlds; it lacks the Heavenly Dao and cannot be self-sufficient. The Daoist temple has become a barren wasteland where not a blade of grass grows.

However, with the slight infusion of yin energy, a gentle drizzle fell on Jiuxian Mountain, bringing it back to life.

[Should a permanent character <Nine Immortals Mountain> be created?]

There were enough spots for Yang He's regular roles. Since he was going to deal with Zhunti, he couldn't leave himself any way out, so he simply decided to make it a permanent role.

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Daoist Temple has expanded once again, with Nine Immortals Mountain located next to Qianyuan Mountain.

[The permanent characters <Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field> and <Nine Immortals Mountain> are compatible and meet the fusion conditions. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

"determine."

Guang Chengzi was the head of the Twelve Golden Immortals. Even though he could not advance further as a disciple of a sage, the scale of his Daoist temple far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Perhaps it was because the cultivation of the Twelve Golden Immortals had stagnated that they pursued the foundation of their Daoist temples.

As soon as the version was updated, most of the Twelve Golden Immortals were killed or injured.

Yang He buried the body at the bottom of Qianyuan Mountain. After finishing his work, he scanned the panel and noticed that the growth rate of his spiritual vision had been rising in a straight line.

As expected, Yuanshi Tianzun is about to arrive.

Yang He was considering whether to risk leaving the Hall of Preaching, but he inadvertently noticed the strangeness of the fragments of the Three Pure Ones statue and couldn't help but fiddle with them.

After some piecing together, the image of the Three Pure Ones gradually became complete.

When Yang He saw the true appearance of the Three Pure Ones statue, his pupils dilated and his face was full of disbelief.

"what?"

The Three Pure Ones statues are dressed in perfect harmony, with typical Taoist robes and lifelike details, except for their heads.

The head looks like it was replaced later in life, and there are traces of the old and new on the neck.

The human head was replaced with... the heads of three livestock.

From left to right, they are a ferocious tiger head, a sheep head with coiled horns, and a deer head with a gaping maw.

"Tiger, sheep, and deer."

The three animal heads appear lifelike, as if they were just recently chopped off, with an indescribable smile on their lips.

How could Yang He not be familiar with him? Wasn't he his missing disciple?

Tiger Power Immortal, Sheep Power Immortal, Deer Power Immortal.

Yang He couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine as he recalled his encounter with the three demons of Chechi Kingdom.

Before the three demons of Chechi Kingdom became his disciples, they were already dressed as Taoist priests and had built a Taoist temple on the mountain to worship the Three Pure Ones.

At the time, it seemed that they were born with precocious wisdom and a yearning for Taoism.

But now that I think about it, something seems off.

As saints, the Three Pure Ones are not to be worshipped casually. In the context of the Investiture of the Gods, mentioning the names of the Three Pure Ones would be noticed.

Even after the Investiture of the Gods ended and the Three Pure Ones suffered heavy losses, the rituals for worshipping the three patriarchs were still extremely complicated. Yet the three demons of Chechi Kingdom claimed that they had comprehended the Dao by visualizing the Three Pure Ones.

"Are they truly reincarnations of the Three Pure Ones? Why would they choose demons? And why would they become my disciples?"

Yang He was lost in thought when, at the same time, the doors of the Preaching Hall opened from the outside in, followed by a deafening roar.

Outside the mission hall, it was a scene straight out of the apocalypse.

Mount Kunlun was upside down, its rocks disintegrating in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground, and the buildings that once belonged to the Chan Sect were all burned in the fire.

The rivers turned into torrential rain, but it could not extinguish the aura of the ruins deep underground.

"Yang He".

Hearing someone call his name, Yang He came back to his senses.

A figure with a beast's head stood in front of the door. It wasn't Yuanshi Tianzun, because that huge bluish-purple head was all too familiar.

"King Dou?"

The Green Ox Demon nodded with a complicated expression, his brows furrowed in disbelief.

In such a short time, Yang He had already stepped into the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm, and in terms of body and soul aura, even ordinary Hunyuan Golden Immortals could not compare.

That's fucking damn bad.

I have served the sage for thousands of years, yet I do not even possess the qualities of a Primordial Golden Immortal. On the contrary, I was once an ordinary second-generation disciple, but now I can even seek the opportunity to become a sage.

Yang He watched as the Green Ox Demon's expression twisted, and his mind raced.

He suppressed his astonishment and suspicion at the statues of the Three Pure Ones and asked, "Great King Dou, how come you are here? Where is the Primordial Celestial Venerable now?"

The Green Ox Demon's head swayed slightly, emitting a deep voice: "The Sage is no longer the Three Pure Ones of the past. The price of being separated from the Daoist temple is far beyond imagination, but transcendence may not be far away."

"Transcendence?" Yang He frowned. At first, he thought that transcendence might mean overcoming the constraints of the Heavenly Dao.

Now, I increasingly feel that detachment is just a helpless act.

The Green Ox Demon nodded, his copper bell-like eyes fixed on Yang He: "Yang He, I am here on the orders of my master, waiting for you."

"Wait for me?" Yang He said helplessly, "The Sage has a message for me to deliver?"

“The sage did not give me any specific instructions.”

The Green Ox Demon paused, then took a step forward, causing the ground of the Preaching Hall to tremble slightly. "But Master said that when you appear out of thin air in this Preaching Hall, you will understand."

"I will understand..."

Yang He repeated in a low voice, his gaze involuntarily falling on the statue of the Three Pure Ones, the scene of the three demons of Chechi Kingdom becoming disciples flashing through his mind.

It seems that Biyou Palace and Doushuai Palace are gifts given to oneself.

The Three Pure Ones likely recognized Yang He's special nature from the very beginning, which is why they chose to reincarnate and become his disciples after the Investiture of the Gods.

A look of realization crossed Yang He's face, which quickly turned into a helpless, self-deprecating smile.

He wasn't angry, after all, the Three Pure Ones valued him highly and were even unwilling to interfere too much.

The three demons from Chechi Kingdom that I encountered back then probably didn't have the memories of the Three Pure Ones awakened.

The Green Ox Demon noticed that Yang He had not responded for a long time, and his expression became worried. "Yang... Immortal Master Yang, I have thought it over carefully. The Sage does not need me to continue serving him. Why don't I follow you from now on?"

Upon hearing this, Yang He's face revealed a playful expression. "King Dou, wouldn't it be a waste of your talents for you to stay by my side? The world is vast, and wouldn't it be more enjoyable to be free and unrestrained?"

The Green Ox Demon snorted and licked his nostrils with his rough tongue. "Freedom? Heh, the Investiture of the Gods is just child's play. The real tribulation is yet to come."

"Following you, perhaps... we can still find a glimmer of hope."

At this moment.

Boom! ! !

The Kunlun Mountains suddenly trembled violently, and the ground of the Preaching Hall cracked inch by inch. A huge, bottomless fissure appeared out of nowhere, from which black water gushed forth.

boom! ! !
An indescribable giant arm suddenly stretched out from the depths of the crack, heavily bracing against the edge!

The giant arm was entirely composed of writhing mountains of flesh and blood, its surface covered with constantly opening and closing eyeballs, and countless thick protrusions meandering and coiling around it.

Its scale far exceeds imagination; it is merely the limb of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.

It was already a thousand feet high.

Yang He witnessed the transcendence of the physical body of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, and his spiritual vision began to surge irregularly, but the source was not Kunlun Mountain, but the statues of the Three Pure Ones.

The Green Ox Demon's breathing became heavy, as if it had also sensed something.

"The sage is coming, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed in Yang He's eyes, and suddenly his five fingers formed a claw, grabbing the Green Ox Demon's head!
Before the Green Ox Demon could react, there was a cracking sound, and its head was crushed!

The Green Ox Demon didn't even have time to scream before his body crashed to the ground.

Yang He opened his mouth and inhaled, swallowing the corpse along with its soul. Soon, the Green Ox Demon merged into the cycle of reincarnation in the Myriad Transformations Heaven.

Before he could examine it closely, the statues of the Three Pure Ones had already begun to show unusual signs.

A rustling sound came from inside.

Yang He stood frozen in place, watching as the three animal-headed statues trembled slightly, their spiritual gaze sweeping towards the two hundred billion who were far ahead of the crowd.

The eyes of the tiger's head, sheep's head, and deer's head all rolled at the same time, staring intently at Yang He.

"Master."

The three calls of "Master" sent chills down Yang He's spine, nearly scaring him out of his wits.

He was sweating profusely. The saint's tone was extremely serious, and it was impossible to tell whether he was angry or not. Could it be that being a teacher for a day means being a teacher for life?
The Three Pure Ones stretched their necks, and the tiger-headed Yuanshi Tianzun spoke, "Master, there is no need to panic. At our level, we have long since transcended worldly honor and disgrace."

The ram-headed Laozi then asked, "Master, if we live for three thousand years, is there still hope for this world?"

"I..." Yang He was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

The Tongtian Sect Leader of the Deer Head Sect comforted him, saying, "There's no need to be obsessed with the survival of us saints. After all, you are the key to surviving this great calamity."

Yang He took a deep breath and said, "There is hope, no..."

Before he could finish speaking, the statue of the Three Pure Ones suddenly trembled violently, and three beams of spiritual light detached from the animal's head and vanished.

The statues of the Three Pure Ones instantly lost their vitality, turning back into cold, lifeless objects.

Outside the Hall of Preaching, the Primordial Celestial Venerable had already emerged from his upper body. Kunlun Mountain was on the verge of collapse, leaving Yang He alone with a bewildered expression.

"What does the Three Pure Ones mean by this? Could it be that they're going to lend me a hand?"

Yang He felt a chill run down his spine. If even with the help of the Three Pure Ones, he might not survive the Great Tribulation, then... was there really any hope for this world? Tired. Let it be destroyed.

He shook his head, clearing his mind; he absolutely could not rely too much on the Three Pure Ones.

No matter how much the Three Pure Ones transcend, they are still highly bound to this world, subject to numerous restrictions, and may not even survive to reach the main world.

Yang He's gaze fell on the statues of the Three Pure Ones, and he noticed that the statues' flesh and blood were still preserved.

The statues also seem to be gifts given to them by the Three Pure Ones.

Because the statue itself exudes a faint aura of immortality, or more accurately, a supreme immortality that is close to the Dao.

As long as you integrate into the regular cast, your strength can improve by leaps and bounds.

Yang He then discovered the jade pendant at the waist of the Yuanshi Tianzun statue, which contained the ruins of the Yuxu Palace. The opportunity brought by the Three Pure Ones was no less than a life-saving grace, and he wished he could kowtow to them on the spot.

[Should a permanent character, Jade Void Palace, be created?]

[The permanent characters <Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Field> and <Jade Void Palace> are compatible and meet the fusion conditions. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

"determine."

Yang He not only gathered the Three Pure Ones' Daoist temples, but also integrated Nuwa Palace into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Daoist Temple, which shows that the saints of this world have already made their choices.

Boom! !

As Mount Kunlun continued to collapse, the Chan sect was eventually submerged in the dust of history.

[The story of Jade Void Palace has been completed]

Yang He dared not delay and chose to return the moment the prompt appeared on the panel. Of course, it was not the main world, but the world of the story.

.........

Yang He's consciousness jolted, and the scene before him suddenly changed.

Thick, black mud filled the field of vision, and countless screams echoed in the air. Hundreds of Taoist children knelt under the Myriad Transformation Tree, praying.

Yang He was still in the side hall of Lingxiao, but the surrounding environment had been completely changed.

The Myriad Transformations Tree stood tall, its trunk covered with terrifying scars inflicted by the Jade Emperor, its broken branches drooping and soaking in viscous black water.

The ground that was originally paved with spirit jade has long since disappeared, replaced by an endless black swamp.

Zhunti quietly watched Yang He's death throes.

He didn't think Yang He had any chance of survival. The Jade Emperor alone could severely damage the Myriad Transformations Tree, not to mention the Queen Mother of the West who was about to awaken.

However, one thing troubled Zhunti.

Yang He looked at him with a hint of pity.

That's right, pity?

Even if I don't regain my position, it's still better than Yang He's fate. The other party actually finds it laughable. Could it be... that there's a hidden trick up their sleeve?
(End of this chapter)