Mythology

Chapter 544 Returning to the Main World

The spring rain fell softly, gradually covering the entire earth.

Bixiao stood in the rain, feeling the cool water droplets on her palms, looking at the world that had been revitalized before her, her face full of disbelief.

"The Great Tribulation...has it been delayed?"

She muttered to herself, looking dazed, but then she came to her senses.

The Great Calamity was not a delay, but rather the restoration of the Heavenly Dao to its peak from the brink of collapse. It was Tang Sanzang who, at the cost of bearing the Heavenly Dao with his own consciousness, forcibly stabilized this world from the impending destruction of the Great Calamity.

"Can a mere mortal really endure for two thousand years?"

A complex sense of pity welled up in Bixiao's heart. Any mortal, no, even herself, would not be able to live past a hundred years, given the constant backlash from the Heavenly Dao.

Tang Sanzang was about to face two thousand years of torment.

There was absolutely no way that Tang Sanzang would waver even slightly on what Yang He said.

Bixiao remained silent, and couldn't help but feel a deep respect for Tang Sanzang.

After all, Tang Sanzang himself knew that from the moment he was born, he had already become a pawn of Shakyamuni, and even his devotion to the Heavenly Path was predetermined.

Even under such circumstances, Tang Sanzang was still willing to die...

Because I have experienced human suffering, I cannot bear to see human suffering.

"Senior Brother Yang must also know about this matter, but ultimately he is powerless to change it, and even has to place his hopes on a mere mortal."

Bixiao took a deep breath, suppressing her turbulent emotions.

She bent down and dug out the remaining roots and stems of the lotus. The roots and stems were grayish-brown and no longer possessed any so-called divine charm; they appeared quite ordinary.

Bixiao then dug out the entire Leiyin Temple and, without further hesitation, transformed into a beam of light.

It quickly disappeared into the horizon.

She flew through the desolate mountains for several days before finally leaving Xiniuhe Prefecture.

Soon after, they encountered a large wave of refugees still trekking eastward. Everyone was pale and emaciated, struggling to walk, but the holes in their bodies had disappeared, and a glimmer of hope shone in their eyes.

Bixiao looked at them silently, recalling Tang Sanzang's instructions.

"It takes fifty-three years to see my senior brother again. I might as well take this opportunity to help the displaced mortals and do my part."

Nowadays, there are almost no traces of immortals and Buddhas in the mortal world. Even if they survive, they will not choose to show themselves, leaving only the devastated beings in the underworld.

Bixiao sighed softly, inspired by Tang Sanzang, and landed at the front of the refugee procession.

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the refugees, Bixiao opened her sleeves, and a large quantity of clean food appeared on the open ground.

Bixiao cultivated in the Pure Land for thousands of years. Whenever the Buddha showed compassion, he would bless believers, so there was enough food to pile up into mountains.

"Eat up, I will give you a few more bags of rice seeds. The land is fertile now, and if we persevere until next year's rice harvest, there should be no problem."

Her voice was cool and clear, with a hint of barely perceptible gentleness.

The refugees were stunned at first, then burst into unbelievable ecstasy, kneeling down and kowtowing, calling him "Bodhisattva," "Living Buddha," and "Immortal."

"I am merely a cultivator; immortals and Buddhas have vanished."

Bixiao shook her head, looking at these grateful mortals, and recalled the resolute Tang Sanzang who went west. Her voice clearly entered everyone's ears, "The one who quelled this disaster is someone else."

Her gaze swept over the bewildered faces.

“He was just an ordinary mortal. He looked to be about your age.” Bixiao’s tone was strangely complicated. “Although he wore a kasaya, he…did not believe in Buddhism.”

Having said that, Bixiao ignored everyone's reactions and once again transformed into a beam of light and disappeared into the distance.

The refugees, holding the life-saving food, looked at each other, pondering Bixiao's words.

Suddenly, a gaunt old man in the crowd widened his eyes, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

"It's...it's that monk! The same monk who...gave us water before!!!"

The refugees did not know Tang Sanzang's name, but they all wanted to do something to repay his kindness in saving them. After all, he had saved not only tens of thousands of people, but generations of all living beings, and his merit was immeasurable.

"Let's...let's build a temple for that holy monk!"

"Yes! Erect a longevity monument and worship it for generations to come!"

The crowd discussed it, but soon encountered a problem: how to sign their benefactor's name?
“That female bodhisattva said that the holy monk…does not believe in Buddhism.”

Some people recalled Bixiao's words before he left and hesitated, saying, "If we build a Buddhist temple and cast a golden statue in the name of 'monk,' wouldn't that go against the holy monk's original intention?"

Yes, my benefactor doesn't believe in Buddhism. If I treat him with Buddhist etiquette, it would be disrespectful.

After much discussion, an elderly Confucian scholar with some knowledge pondered and said, "Since the holy monk once wore a kasaya, we should take the homonym 'monk' to show that we have not forgotten his image, and at the same time avoid his taboo."

"Why not honor him with the word 'god' and take it as a sign of his great supernatural powers and compassionate salvation of the world?"

"god?"

"A divine being?"

After careful consideration, everyone felt that the word expressed supreme respect while avoiding any association with Buddhism, and they all nodded in agreement.

So, under the guidance of the old Confucian scholar, everyone began to carve an inscription for Tang Sanzang's achievements.

Holding a rough carving knife, the old man carefully and solemnly carved the first sentence onto the chosen bluestone.

"When the sky collapsed, a divine being descended to earth and single-handedly separated the yin and yang."

…………

Fifty-three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Grass and trees cover the earth, birds and beasts roost in the mountains, and demons and evil spirits have reappeared frequently.

Bixiao did not interfere in the mortal world, and when she saw towns springing up, she would stay away from human habitation.

She arrived at a desolate sea, the water as black as ink, with a bottomless whirlpool in the center.

Although there was no aura of the Void of Return emanating from this place, it was one of the few entrances and exits in the mortal realm that connected to the Void of Return emanating from it, and it was slowly disappearing over time.

Bixiao even had a premonition that in another hundred years, the mortal world would no longer be able to come into contact with Guixu, and might not even have the dense Yin energy it has now.

"Tang Sanzang's consciousness was probably crushed by the Heavenly Dao in an instant, and he relied entirely on his obsession to reshape the order of the mortal world."

"Two thousand years might actually be possible."

Bixiao's eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, she plunged into the dark vortex!
boom! !

An endless silence enveloped her soul, and boundless darkness pressed in from all directions, trying to assimilate her into the aura of the void!
None of Bixiao's prepared methods lasted long.

Just as his body and soul were about to collapse.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Several thick roots extended from the depths of the Void below, wrapping around Bixiao's limbs and torso! Then they pulled her away quickly!
The aura of the Void, enough to drive a Quasi-Saint mad, was actually mostly blocked by the roots!

"Senior...Senior Brother."

After a brief period of dizziness and darkness, Bixiao's vision returned, and she found herself in a viscous black water. The barely visible scene before her made her shudder.

Yang He floated a hundred meters away, but his body and soul were already shattered. His whole body was like a broken porcelain, barely able to be pieced together by the roots of the Myriad Transformation Tree, maintaining a human shape.

"Yang Lang, are you alright?"

Yang He closed his eyes tightly, his breath extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Bixiao approached with heartache and carefully cradled Yang He's battered head.

Seemingly sensing the presence of a stranger, Yang He's tightly closed eyelids twitched, then slowly opened, and his breathing returned to normal.

To Bi Xiao's surprise, although Yang He looked tired, he was not manic. Instead, he had an unusual clarity in his eyes.

"A great calamity..."

His voice was hoarse and dry, like sandpaper scraping, "How long has it been delayed?"

Bixiao quickly replied, "Young Master Yang, it has been fifty-three years. Fifty-three years have passed since the day Tang Sanzang entered the Heavenly Path."

Yang He's eyes darted around slightly, as if processing the information, before asking, "Are there any demons and monsters running rampant in the world again?" "Yes." Bi Xiao nodded, looking worried. "The order of heaven and earth has just been established. Although the yin energy is not as strong as it was during the Great Calamity, it has still nurtured many evil spirits. Beyond the mortal realm, things are no longer peaceful."

Upon hearing Bixiao's affirmative answer, Yang He's chest seemed to rise and fall slightly, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"There's still... not too late."

Bixiao was taken aback: "What do you mean, 'in time'?"

Yang He's gaze pierced through the Ruins of Return, seeing the gradually closing vortex and realizing that some mortals could no longer look directly at the evil spirits.

"Yin and Yang have not been completely separated yet."

Yang He stood up and stared at Bi Xiao. "Would you like to come with me? If you stay here, you can enjoy nearly two thousand years of peace."

"Yang Lang, take me away."

As soon as Bixiao finished speaking, everything went black before her eyes, and her body and soul were swept into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm without her even realizing it.

He kept only a few personal items.

Yang He helped Bi Xiao put things away and picked up the roots of a plant.

The roots of the Heavenly Stem Pickled Vegetable

[A complete Heavenly Dao Pickled Plant, once consumed, allows one to directly confront the Heavenly Dao; its remaining roots still retain a faint trace of life.]

"Elder Tang probably stopped the Great Tribulation by eating the Heavenly Dao Pickles."

"This thing must be kept."

Yang He swept his gaze across the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm, only to see scattered islands surrounding the continent, while the rest was mostly bottomless black water.

The aura of the Void that the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm can bear has reached its limit.

Yang He currently has enough permanent roles available.

[Number of permanent characters: 22]

Not only can the previous twelve heavens of the Heavenly Court be integrated into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm, but the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West can also become part of the Corpse Heavenly Venerable.

However, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm is in a delicate balance.

Yang He really didn't dare to break the balance in Guixu, and even in the mortal world, he was afraid of affecting the Heavenly Order maintained by Tang Seng.

Ghost Lord has successfully achieved deep fusion, but his body and soul are severely injured, so his strength is unknown.

[Deep fusion has been completed. The permanent characters <Netherworld Patrol Sea Ghost Primordial True Lord>, <Yellow Emperor Mysterious Spirit One Qi Heavenly Lord>, <Azure Emperor Azure Spirit Nine Qi Heavenly Lord>... can no longer be played and have been merged into a new permanent character <Netherworld Primordial Qi Suppressing Abyss True Lord>.]

The characters' information is not much different, and the puppet transformation technique cannot be used.

"Let's go back to the main world first."

Yang He buried the roots on the top of Qianyuan Mountain, using the hundred or so peaches as nutrients to preserve the last bit of life, and then summoned the control panel.

[Would you like to spend 10 points to travel to the main world?]

"determine."

Yang Heyi was in a daze, already in the desolate wilderness of the main world.

He was still in a mutilated state, and with the slightest movement of his limbs, fragments of flesh and bone would fall off from his joints.

"Well."

Yang He grunted, noticing that internal strife was also occurring in the main world.

The cultivation system in the main world is based on the Myriad Transformation Tree. Now that the Myriad Transformation Tree cannot be exposed, cultivation levels above the Primordial Chaos Realm are difficult to advance.

The Dharma Seal connects to the transmission of teachings from its own disciples.

Yang He dared not reply to any of them. The aura of the Void was colorless and formless, and could even erode others far away through his thoughts.

He raised his eyes and gazed at the endless hell for a moment, then went into seclusion to deal with the myriad transformations of the Heavenly Dao Realm.

As for whether trouble will arise in the main world, we don't care too much. At least as long as the seven disciples guard the Great Commander's territory, they won't be finished.

"It is conservatively estimated that it will take about 76 years for the arrival of ghosts and gods."

"Suppress the injuries for twenty years, then bring the old buddies back to the main world."

"Then...reboot the Investiture of the Gods!!"

Yang He didn't have time to think too much. Within the turbulent Dao Realm, twelve isolated islands rose into the air and began to be refined little by little.

The Sanqing Temple can still be faintly seen hidden in the clouds.

It is unknown how much time has passed, but first, the four heavens of the Formless Realm.

[Should I generate a permanent character named "Hao Ting Xiao Du Tian"?]

[Should a permanent character, "Yuantong Yuandongtian," be created?]

[Should a permanent character be created: 〈Han Chong Miao Cheng Tian〉]

[Should a permanent character be created: 〈秀乐禁上天〉]

After Yang He silently confirmed, the four heavens of the Formless Realm began to revolve around the Sanqing Daoist Temple, and the clouds became increasingly dense, gradually separating the mortal realm from the upper realm.

The next step in this vast world is to divide it into three realms.

Yang He can be said to have received the greatest legacy of the destruction of immortals and Buddhas. Even Shakyamuni was not as good as him. The Twelve Heavens were enough to bring about the birth of the Three Realms.

Of course, this is on the premise of achieving deep integration; what we have now is just the initial form.

Soon, the four Heavenly Burning Heavens were refined one after another, namely the Supreme Eternal Fusion Heaven, the Jade Soaring Victory Heaven, the Dragon Transformation Brahma Heaven, and the Peaceful Nurturing Jia Yi Heaven.

Rumble.

The clouds disappeared, and the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm resembled a bubble split into three.

Yang He could sense that the layered upper realm was different from the mortal world, with almost no impurities in its yin energy, making it extremely suitable for immortals and Buddhas to cultivate.

Unfortunately, the underworld was submerged by black water, and the specific changes are unknown.

Finally, there are the Three Pure Ones Heaven and the Great Luo Heaven.

The Three Pure Ones Heaven merges into the Three Pure Ones Daoist Temple, supplying Yin energy to the upper realm.

The Great Luo Heaven stands alone at the highest point, as there are no plans to establish a Jade Emperor or Queen Mother of the West there; it will become Yang He's cultivation cave in the future.

"Perhaps deep integration can be carried out within the process of divine creation."

With a thought, Yang He's consciousness arrived at the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree, where he examined the increasingly distorted and deformed bodies of the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West.

The Jade Emperor let out a series of roars, and the earth trembled.

Yang He had already escaped Guixu and finally had the energy to deal with the two mad immortals, so the Myriad Transformation Tree continuously provided Yin energy.

On the one hand, they suppressed the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, and on the other hand, they used the Yin energy to corrupt them.

Yang He did not seek significant progress, but honestly repeated the process. After seven years, a wisp of energy finally merged into both of their bodies.

[Should a permanent character be created: <Haotian Miluo Zhizhen Yuhuang Shangdi>?]

[The permanent characters <Corpse Celestial Venerable> and <Haotian Miro Supreme Jade Emperor God> are compatible and meet the fusion conditions. Would you like to spend 500 points of Spirit Vision to fuse them?]

"determine."

The Jade Emperor vanished into thin air during his struggle, and the burden on the Tree of Myriad Transformations was relieved.

When it was Xi Wangmu's turn, Yang He hesitated, because Xi Wangmu's celestial position was only barely compatible with Shi Tianzun's, and even if there was a deep fusion, the benefits would probably be negligible.

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

"It's settled. Let Yunxiao take over the Queen Mother of the West's celestial position, and let Qiongxiao take charge of the Dipper Department."

(End of this chapter)