Mythology

Chapter 545 When Ancient Immortals and Buddhas Reincarnate

After Yang He dealt with the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, he was finally able to digest the aura of the Void, instead of leaving the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm stuck at the juncture of transformation.

On one hand, he absorbed the aura of the Void through the Five-Colored Divine Light.

On the other hand, the roots of the myriad-flower tree are gradually transformed into nutrients.

After six months of seclusion, Yang He had no choice but to forcibly interrupt his seclusion, as it might have taken two or three hundred years to complete if he had continued.

He looked at the still pervasive aura of the Dao Realm.

The black waters surged and turbulent, and any living thing that approached them would rot completely.

Because the aura of the Void eroded the Nine Netherworlds, Yang He could not fully utilize reincarnation. It was simply unrealistic for him to reincarnate as dozens of people, including several Hunyuan Golden Immortals.

"Do we have to go back to the world of historical allusions again?"

"No, the current timeline in the world of historical allusions is crucial. It may be my chance to deal with Shakyamuni. I cannot afford to waste it."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, hesitated for a long time, then withdrew his consciousness from the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm and sensed the myriad mortals of the main world.

As the progenitor of humanity, even if the Tree of Myriad Transformations cannot be released outside, it can still interfere with the mortal world to a certain extent.

"and many more."

Yang He narrowed his eyes. Currently, the main world is in turmoil, but the Yin-Yang division is still being maintained, so it is unlikely to cause too much trouble.

"What if I put Yunxiao and the others into the main world? I can then focus on dealing with the aura of the Void, which would be more beneficial than harmful."

Although the Heavenly Dao of the main world is on the verge of collapse, as long as the Heavenly Dao still exists, it is enough to bear the cycle of birth and death of countless mortals.

After careful consideration and confirming that everything was correct, Yang He immediately took action.

Streaks of spiritual light emanated from the depths of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm. Anyone who was reincarnated was born half-human and half-immortal. Looking across the main world, there was indeed nothing that could threaten them.

To prevent any accidents, Yang He incorporated a wisp of the Myriad Transformations Tree root into the spiritual light.

If danger arises, one can collect the soul at any time.

"Go."

With a thought, Yang He's spiritual light spread in all directions.

"As long as one or two people awaken their innate wisdom, the rest should be able to regain their memories of their past lives and inherit their cultivation in no time. Let's just go through the Investiture of the Gods; it would be foolish not to take the shortcut."

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One by one, the celestial positions and titles became part of the Investiture of the Gods. Yang He made some adjustments, such as changing Yunxiao's celestial position to that of the Queen Mother of the West, and giving Qingfeng Daoist a celestial official position.

Having finished everything, Yang He drifted into a deep sleep.

.........

Twenty-one years have passed quietly. For the mortals of the main world, the biggest change is that the concept of ghosts and gods is now common knowledge.

As the division between Yin and Yang nears collapse, more and more mortals are encountering ghosts.

Simultaneously.

The deep-seated masters have also begun to subtly influence the mortal realm.

Or to be more precise, the Deep Lords have been subtly influencing all aspects of life while the mortal realm is vulnerable.

Before dawn, the market in Peibai City was already bustling with people.

Soldiers escorted a group of prisoners whose mouths were tightly gagged, their chains dragging on the bluestone slabs with a harsh sound.

The prisoner's eyes were gouged out beforehand, and blood was still flowing from his eye sockets.

They seemed to feel no pain, letting out excited gurgling breaths as the soldiers' whips lashed their bodies.

The onlookers whispered amongst themselves, a sense of oppressive fear pervading the air.

"Have you heard? These are all heretical practitioners who worship ghosts and gods!"

"Serves them right! The world is in such turmoil these days because of these wicked people. In Jialiang Water Village alone, twenty or thirty people have been beheaded recently, haven't they?"

"Yes, I've heard that there are even more evil cultivators in the capital, and blood sacrifices happen from time to time."

"Look, the execution is about to take place!"

The prisoners knelt in neat rows, and the executioner, without uttering a word, raised his blade and brought down heads one by one, the blood staining the execution platform red.

The crowd was completely silent, except for a few elderly people who squatted in the corner of the execution platform, collecting blood using dried loofahs.

Just then, as the crowd was about to disperse.

One of the headless corpses suddenly began to writhe violently at the broken neck, and the next second, the blood vessels opened and closed with a sound.

It was a little blurry at first, but the pitch quickly became clear.

It was just incredibly sharp and bizarre.

"With the Eternal Mother above, all beings are blessed with good fortune!"

Before the words were finished, the headless corpse stood up like a marionette, and a dozen pale arms emerged from the blood vessels in its neck.

Then, supporting its body, it crawled, like a deformed spider rushing towards the crowd.

The aura emanating from the corpse suggests that it has been transformed into a demon!

"Ahhhhh!!"

"They are heretical practitioners of the Wusheng Sect!!!"

The crowd erupted, cries and screams filled the air, and panic spread like a plague.

Before the monster could pounce on the crowd, a figure swept past. The middle-aged constable had a weathered face but sharp eyes and showed no fear.

The middle-aged constable stopped the monster, its mouth agape as it faced the constantly mutating body.

A scarlet tongue, resembling the flicking of a venomous snake, extended, unleashing a powerful, pungent stench that enveloped the monster.

laugh.

The monster's movements suddenly froze, its waving pale arms rapidly withered and rotted, and its body dissolved at a visible speed.

Before long, it turned into foul-smelling pus and blood that dripped to the ground.

Ignoring the chaos in the crowd, Sun Li gave the constables a serious look, and immediately a large number of yamen runners came to clean up the mess.

He glanced at the mess on the ground with complicated emotions and muttered to himself, "I have a feeling that a storm is brewing. Sigh, if we can't protect Jialiang Water Town, Master will definitely blame us when he comes back."

Sun Li was one of the seven disciples who followed Yang Hecheng to become an immortal.

Unlike his other disciples who traveled all over the country, Sun Li chose to stay in Jialiang Water Town, preventing the disaster from spreading day after day.

Sun Li now felt powerless, and the Grand Commander was in grave danger.

Rumors about ghosts and gods are spreading more and more widely.

Furthermore, since Yang He disappeared, not only the seven disciples, but even ordinary cultivators have found it difficult to advance their cultivation levels.

Once you advance to the Primordial Realm, it's like encountering the heavens. Even the slightest progress requires seven or eight years of dedicated effort. If you're not careful, there are countless cultivators who suffer from qi deviation during their cultivation.

What about decades ago?
Anyone with a bit of talent could advance their cultivation by leaps and bounds, and the Grand Palace was thriving. Everyone believed that the immortals could lead them to prosperity.

"Cough cough cough."

Sun Li coughed for a while, his blood and energy were already somewhat depleted.

He is a true immortal with a divine body, yet he is already so weak; one can only imagine how weak those who originally possessed cultivation levels above the Primordial Chaos Realm must have been.

Their cultivation level was gradually declining. Even if they tried their best to cultivate and even if they took a lot of pills, they could only ensure that it would not continue to decline.

"I wonder how my senior brothers are doing. They are busy suppressing evil cultivators, and their cultivation levels must be declining more significantly."

Sun Li took out the Dharma Seal and informed Wang Lan of the relevant matters. The Dharma Seal responded quickly.

Wang Lan stated that the Wusheng Sect had recently disappeared from the Central Plains, and its sudden appearance in the Jialiang Water Town was likely intentional.

Sun Li turned and left the market, repeatedly checking Jialiang Water Town with his divine sense.

The water town of Jialiang was calm and peaceful. Just as he was about to return to the yamen, his divine sense inadvertently swept over a remote mountain foot.

A faint, pervasive smell of blood filled the air.

Sun Li rushed over, and his heart skipped a beat as soon as he got close.

He smelled a rich, exotic fragrance in his nostrils, and his long-stagnant cultivation showed signs of revival.

"Who?!"

Sun Li was not pleased but surprised, and subtly activated his supernatural power.

Immediately afterwards, a crackling sound came from his spine, and a colorful tiger skin phantom instantly covered his entire body, spreading a fierce aura.

Sun Li flicked the colorful, spotted tail of his long snake and coldly surveyed his surroundings.

"Uncle, it's me." A slightly childish voice came from inside.

Sun Li was horrified. A sharp pain shot through his shoulder blade, as if something was about to burst out of his body. The next moment, his skin and flesh tore apart, and a head the size of a fist was squeezed out!

He recognized the head immediately; it belonged to Tsering, the grassland boy whom Yang He had once saved.

“Tsering! You…”

Sun Li tried to use his Yin energy to force the foreign object out, but found that Ciren's head seemed to be connected to his life, and forcibly separating it would only result in mutual destruction.

"Uncle, don't waste your energy."

Tsering rolled his eyes and looked at Sun Li's distorted profile. "Why struggle? In this world, the descent of ghosts and gods is inevitable."

"Tsering, do you really think the ancient immortal has already died and vanished?"

Tsering did not give a direct answer, but said to himself, "The Eternal Mother is merciful and willing to accept all mortals. With your foundation, Uncle, if you can sincerely take refuge, you can immediately regain your immortal status."

Sun Li's expression shifted between light and dark, and Ciren thought there was an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Wouldn't it be better for us to join forces and care for our elderly mother than to linger here and suffer in vain?"

"fart!"

Sun Li's eyes widened in anger as he roared, "You ungrateful wretch! If it weren't for Master saving you back then, you would have long since become nourishment for ghosts and gods. How could you be here today? And you still dare to try to bewitch me?"

"It is precisely to repay a debt of gratitude that Tsering came to find his uncle!"

Tsering's voice suddenly rose, filled with fervent urgency, "Uncle, you have no idea that twenty-two ghosts and gods have already descended to the mortal realm ahead of schedule, and there are some in Peibai City."

"Is it...the Eternal Mother?"

Sun Li's face was grim. The Eternal Mother was associated with the Queen Mother of the West, and even if she was not as powerful as the human mother associated with Nuwa, her strength far exceeded expectations.

Even if the seven disciples had all fallen into the mortal realm, and even if they were to return to their former glory, they would still be no match for the Eternal Mother.

And if what Renci said is true, then the Eternal Mother is just one of the ghosts and gods.

Despair was evident in Sun Li's brow as he desperately tried to break free from Ciren's restraints, but the lack of the Myriad Transformation Tree made it difficult for him to exert his full power.

“Uncle, if you continue to be so stubborn, don’t blame your nephew for being ruthless.”

After Tsering finished speaking, he gazed at Xishan, which was not far from Jialiang Water Town.

A huge fire was burning on the mountaintop, causing vast stretches of fiery clouds to spread for miles, as if the Western Mountain had become an active volcano about to erupt.

“Uncle, look, that’s a sign of the coming Red Calamity.”

Sun Li had heard of the Crimson Calamity, which was related to the Fire Virtue Star Lord. Although he was not as powerful as the Eternal Mother, he was once the head of the Eight Departments of Heaven.

"Uncle, don't pin your hopes on the ancient immortal anymore, he can't stop it!!"

Tsering spoke hysterically, "It is precisely because I see this clearly that I chose to take refuge with my mother! Uncle, this is the only way to survive!!"

Sun Li was shocked. He stared intently at Ciren's strange head and shouted in a deep voice, "Tell me, why are so many ghosts and gods descending?"

Tsering's lips curled up. "A large number of immortal bodies and wisdom roots have been born in the world. A decade or two ago, there were also some innate immortals and Buddhas who were born in response to the times. Without the ancient immortal Yang He, the mortal world could have been peaceful for fifty years."

"coming!!"

"The Eternal Mother has arrived!!!"

Tsering, head held high, shouted at the top of his lungs: "Eternal Mother, Pure Land of Emptiness, have mercy on us mortals, and deliver all sentient beings!!!"

Sun Li listened carefully; there were at least forty or fifty people reciting together.

He felt powerless; even if Yang He appeared, he would still be unable to deal with the twenty-two ghosts and gods.

boom!
The four gates of Peibai City slammed shut, completely severing the connection between the city and the outside world.

Panicked people rushed toward the city gate, only to be held back by expressionless soldiers. These soldiers had vacant eyes, stiff movements, and yellow talismans for controlling the mind pasted on their foreheads.

At the same time, a group of Wusheng cult members dressed in white robes and headscarves carried a paper idol and began to slowly parade along the street.

The statue's face was blurred, with only the eyes highlighted with cinnabar, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

The followers chanted incantations in low, fervent voices.

As they passed each house, the paper statues of deities would turn on their own, looking towards the doorway, as if confirming the reincarnation of the Eternal Mother.

Panic gripped the streets and alleys, and people dared not utter a sound.

Finally, the congregation stopped in front of a rice shop called Fengyu.

The paper deity stopped rotating and froze in the direction of the rice shop. Then, the mouth painted with cinnabar actually opened and closed on its own, emitting sharp, piercing, and inhuman-sounding echoes.

"Welcome, Eternal Mother! Welcome, Eternal Mother!!"

The congregation erupted in cheers. Ignoring the rice shop couple's desperate pleas, they dragged out a girl who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old.

"No! Spare my child! She knows nothing!"

The woman cried out and rushed forward, but was pushed away by the church members.

The leader of the cult took out a ceramic bowl filled with murky, foul-smelling talisman water, pried open the little girl's mouth, and forcibly poured the water into her mouth.

The little girl was trembling violently, her body curled up in pain.

The followers of the Wusheng Cult knelt down in unison, murmuring with utmost devotion: "Welcome, Holy One! Homeland of Emptiness, have mercy on us mortals!"

The surrounding people hid behind doors and windows, watching this scene without daring to step forward.

at this time.

The girl's convulsions suddenly stopped, and she calmly got up.

The fear and pain on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an indifference that looked down upon all living beings, mixed with a touch of pity.

His clear eyes seemed to hold the weight of millions of years.

The girl gently raised her hand and looked at her small, delicate palm.

An indescribable pressure spread out!
"Uh……"

The closest followers were so overwhelmed by the pressure that they couldn't even maintain their kneeling and collapsed to the ground, though their expressions became even more fanatical.

"Welcome...the Eternal Mother!!!"

"The Eternal Mother?"

The girl brushed a strand of hair aside and asked softly, "Who is the Eternal Mother?"

The congregation fell silent, staring at the girl in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)