Mythology

Chapter 546 They've returned from the river of time!

"The Eternal Mother? I don't recall the Heavenly Court ever having such a celestial position."

The girl tilted her head slightly, her voice clear and ethereal, carrying a hint of doubt.

Then, with a single step, her aura surged, and her small figure rapidly elongated in the astonished gazes of the crowd, transforming in the blink of an eye into a graceful and elegant young woman of sixteen.

She was dressed in a magnificent gown that seemed to be woven from starlight, her eyes were like autumn water, and her eyebrows resembled distant mountains.

The followers of the Wusheng cult went from initial fervor to astonishment.

"Who...who are you?! How dare you occupy the reincarnated holy body of the Eternal Mother?!" The leader of the cult members, barely suppressing the oppressive aura, questioned in a hoarse voice.

"Who am I?" the woman murmured softly, as if recalling a distant past, before raising her eyes and sweeping her gaze across the crowd with an almost tangible intensity.

"After becoming an immortal, I will be known as Doumu Yuanjun, in charge of the stars in the heavens."

Before becoming an immortal... my name was Yunxiao.

"An ancient...an ancient immortal?!" The leader of the followers was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale. How could he not know Doumu Yuanjun, the head of the Dou Department of the Heavenly Court?

Yunxiao ignored them, raised her delicate hand, and gently waved it towards the void.

In an instant, the world changed!

The Wusheng Cult members only felt a blur before their eyes before Yunxiao carried them away from Peibai City. In the blink of an eye, they found themselves at the foot of a mountain outside the city, their limbs and joints tightly locked by restrictions.

Sun Li watched helplessly as Yunxiao arrived, and the motionless Wusheng Cult members stood by.

Yunxiao, her robes fluttering, landed lightly beside her.

"What year is it tonight?"

Yunxiao looked at Sun Li with a searching gaze. His memory was still stuck on the destruction of the Heavenly Court, and he remembered that Yang He's situation was also not optimistic.

Looking around now, this world is completely unfamiliar to me.

"Uh?!"

Sun Li was speechless for a moment. Since he had not heard Yunxiao's murmur in the city, he assumed that the woman in front of him was the incarnation of the Eternal Mother.

He was filled with despair, not only because of the arrival of ghosts and gods, but also because Yang He was likely to encounter misfortune, and the seven disciples stationed in various places in Dasi seemed to be suffering misfortune.

Sun Li tried to contact Lei Dechang in Xishan, but has not received a response to date.

According to Tsering, the ghost that descended from the Western Mountain was named Chihuo. Lei Dechang either had to surrender or had already died and disappeared.

Tsering also failed to discern the difference in the aura of the clouds, assuming that the Eternal Mother had successfully descended, and immediately began to shout wildly.

"Merciful Mother! Homeland of Emptiness! Your disciple, Tsering, respectfully welcomes you, Mother!!!"

Tsering then further tempted Sun Li, saying, "Uncle, the Eternal Mother has personally manifested her divine power! Quickly come with me to convert to Buddhism! This is the highest glory!!"

Sun Li was in a state of utter confusion, showing signs of going astray.

He then noticed that Yunxiao smiled without saying a word, and in a short moment his realm had already reached the Tribulation Transcending Realm. He closed his eyes and waited for himself to cross the threshold of True Immortal.

"No, Master mentioned that ghosts and gods, when corrupted by the aura of the Void, find it difficult to maintain a human form and become indescribable."

Sun Li's heart pounded. Yunxiao's appearance had a faint sense of familiarity, and he suddenly remembered seeing a few words about her in ancient books.

"Well, you recognize me now?"

Yunxiao covered her mouth and chuckled. Although she didn't know Yang He's current situation, the fact that she was safe and sound meant that the Great Tribulation had not endangered them.

"You are not...the Eternal Mother? Could you be...the Cloud Fairy, the head of the Three Immortal Maidens of the Jie Sect in ancient times?!"

Sun Li's tone was filled with disbelief, and he blurted out without considering Ciren's words.

Yunxiao nodded slightly, tacitly agreeing, "Do you know where Yang He is?"

Upon hearing his master's name, Sun Li immediately perked up and respectfully replied, "Reporting to the Primordial Lord, my master is the only ancient immortal in this world who has survived from ancient times to the present! He is also my mentor!"

Yunxiao slowed his breathing, and his cultivation successfully reached the True Immortal Realm.

However, because Yang He stripped him of his celestial rank, and because the yin energy in the mortal realm is scarce, he cannot advance any further in the short term.

Sun Li continued, "It is now the thirty-sixth year of the Grand Master of Immortals."

Yunxiao sensed that one or two thousand years had passed since the destruction of the Heavenly Court, and that the young master seemed to have a very deep plan, with the mortals within thousands of miles all being tainted by the aura of Yang He's immortal body.

kindness?
With meticulous observation using his divine sense, more and more traces were being organized in his mind.

"It seems that the young master has a father, and even has offspring? Could it be that the era in which the young master truly lives is two thousand years from now?"

Yunxiao understands Yang He better than Yang He imagined. She had noticed something amiss in the smallest details, and after coming to the main world through the panel, her perception seemed to be no longer affected.

“Young master, you are truly powerful and capable; no wonder even the sage could not do anything about you.”

Just as Yunxiao was about to peer further into the endless hell, Ciren finally came to his senses, "No... impossible! How could you not be the Eternal Mother?!"

"We clearly...we clearly sensed the presence of the Eternal Mother reincarnated here! There's no mistake!"

"Noisy."

Yunxiao frowned slightly, annoyed by Ciren's incessant chatter. She stretched out her slender hand and grabbed Sun Li's back!
"Ahhhh!"

Sun Li felt a sharp pain in his back, as if something had been forcibly pulled out.

Tsering was forcibly separated from Sun Li by an invisible force, turning into a lump of flesh, and was firmly imprisoned along with the Wusheng sect members.

"What Eternal Mother?"

Yunxiao's tone was indifferent, with a hint of disdain, "If her aura is similar to mine, then she's just an incarnation trying to replace my true self."

As she spoke, Tsering gradually compressed towards the center.

"Ha...ha..." Tsering trembled violently, black blood flowing from his seven orifices.

But he still held on, shouting with his last ounce of strength, "You... you've only calculated the time of the Eternal Mother's descent, yet... you still can't stop the other twenty-one ghosts and gods!!"

"Are you sure those twenty-one ghosts and gods aren't ancient immortals and Buddhas?"

Yunxiao guessed that Yang He helped them reincarnate in the next life, perhaps because their aura was similar to that of so-called ghosts and gods, which is why mortals mistook them.

Tsering's eyes widened in terror, and he was so frightened that he couldn't open his mouth to speak.

Rumble.

A fiery red pillar of light shot into the sky from the distant western mountains! The intense heat could be clearly felt even from a great distance, turning half the sky blood-red!

"Haha...hahaha!!!"

Tsering laughed loudly, "It must be the Red Calamity! The Red Calamity is coming! You... will all die..."

However, his laughter stopped abruptly.

Instead of being nervous, Yunxiao loosened his restraints and calmly looked at the falling flames.

The flames streaked across the sky like shooting stars, cleaving through the clouds.

It then landed precisely a hundred meters away.

When the firelight dissipated, a burly man with a muscular build, his skin was crimson red, and even his hair was a bright red.

The burly man, his body wreathed in scorching flames, clasped his hands in a fist salute and bowed towards the clouds, his voice booming like a bell, causing the surrounding clouds to churn.

"Luo Xuan greets Doumu Yuanjun!"

Tsering froze in mid-air, his big smile completely gone, replaced by boundless fear.

"Fire God? You...you all..."

Tsering looked at the utterly indifferent clouds, then at the respectful Luo Xuan, and an idea surged within him uncontrollably.

Could these twenty-two ghosts and gods all be ancient immortals and Buddhas who have long since vanished into the annals of history?!
As if to verify Tsering's statement, another golden light shone down from the sky.

A burly man with curly hair and a thick beard, wearing a huge Buddhist rosary around his neck, descended from the sky surrounded by Buddhist light. He was none other than Vairocana Buddha, or Sha Wujing! Sha Wujing looked around and simply raised his index finger, gently pointing it at them.

A shimmering light appeared at the fingertips.

The negative emotions in the eyes of the Wusheng followers vanished, replaced by calmness, and they involuntarily knelt down.

"With the gods and Buddhas above, we should not worship ghosts and gods!"

"Ghosts and spirits bewitch our minds; otherwise, how could we possibly join the Wusheng Sect?!"

"The Eternal Mother deserves to die!!"

Sun Li was completely dumbfounded by the incredible scene.

Just then, thoughts began to flow continuously from the Dharma seal in his arms, each thought coming from all corners of the world.

It wasn't just the seven disciples; there were also some cultivators backed by the imperial court.

"Sun Li! In the Northern Territory... an ancient immortal has descended upon the Northern Territory! He claims to be the God of the Grand Duke Jupiter and has already suppressed three blood sacrifices that were intended to welcome the arrival of ghosts and gods!"

"How is Peibai City? The chaos on the shores of the East Sea has subsided. It was the appearance of the Water Deity Star Lord that stirred up a massive tidal wave, directly sealing the breach in the endless hell at the bottom of the sea!"

"Western Desert! A hundred-foot-long giant club descended from the sky and smashed two evil spirits to death! Good heavens, both evil spirits came from the depths of hell!"

"The capital is safe and sound. The Thunder Ancestor has manifested his divine power, unleashing ten thousand bolts of lightning to cleanse the demonic aura! Those evil sects are utterly no match for him!"

Sun Li stood there dumbfounded, his mind reeling.

His hand holding the mudra trembled violently, his heart almost leaping out of his chest, an indescribable mix of sorrow and ecstasy welling up inside him.

This constable, who had weathered many storms and stood guard over the water town of Jialiang, couldn't help but shed tears!

If it weren't for the presence of ancient immortals and Buddhas, Sun Li would have loved to roar to the heavens, and all the pent-up frustration in his heart would have vanished in an instant.

Sun Li knew that disaster was inevitable and the separation of Yin and Yang would likely end.

The mortal world placed their hopes on Yang He, believing that he could single-handedly support the collapsing Grand Master and fight against the threats of countless ghosts and gods.

but……

As disciples of Yang He, they did not want their master to bear the burden alone. However, no matter how hard they tried to cultivate, they were always powerless and could not even reach the Xuanxian realm.

Things are different now!!!

Will ghosts and spirits descend to the mortal realm? Ancient immortals and Buddhas will come too!

Plague God, Thunder God, Tai Sui God, Water Virtue Star Lord... these names that only appeared in ancient legends have now appeared in the world.

Sun Li seemed to witness the turbulent changes in the world.

Yunxiao turned to Sha Wujing and instructed, "You can clean up this place. I'm going to see Yang Qi. It's a pity that Yang He's father passed away a few years ago."

Yang Qi was brought back by Yang He from the Kingdom of Women. Decades have passed and he is still just over ten years old, but after being exposed to cultivation, he has already reached the Hunyuan Realm.

"kindness?"

Yunxiao's words came to an abrupt halt, and Luo Xuan's pupils blazed with fire.

"Yang Tianzun!!"

"Lang Jun!"

An overwhelming aura, transcending all things, appeared without warning!

They stared at the blank space, their brows furrowed in disbelief. It seemed that Yang He's cultivation had made rapid progress again after so long.

The myriad-colored tree once again stretched towards the sky, its multicolored rays suppressing the sunlight.

Its branches and trunks block out the sky and sun, and its roots are deeply embedded in the boundless earth.

The radiance of the five elements flows endlessly through the branches, leaves, and trunks, evolving into the infinite mysteries of earth, wind, water, fire, and the birth and death of stars. The dazzling halo makes people tremble and dare not look directly at it.

Sun Li felt his stagnant cultivation flow smoothly, and even many obstacles he had encountered in his previous cultivation suddenly became clear!
In a short time, he recovered to the peak of the True Immortal Realm, and then his cultivation surged again, touching the threshold of the Profound Immortal Realm, causing immortal light to swirl around him and his aura to become profound and vast.

Sun Li is not an isolated case; the Myriad Transformation Tree covers the entire Grand Commandery.

Only in the Great Commander's territory can one gain insights and loosen bottlenecks, regardless of cultivation level.

Even Yunxiao benefited greatly, after all, Yang He represented the new Heavenly Dao, whose level was far higher than that of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

Immediately afterwards, a magnificent murmur echoed deep within the minds of all cultivators above the Hunyuan Realm, like an inviolable decree of the Heavenly Dao.

"North of the coast, south of the mountains, beneath the myriad trees, the Investiture of the Gods begins again!"

The voice contained supreme majesty and resounded throughout the four corners of the earth.

How could anyone not understand the term "Investiture of the Gods"? Those elders who had been in seclusion for decades unanimously emerged from their seclusion and chose to go to the base of the Myriad Transformations Tree.

Seeing this, Luo Xuan said, "It seems that the Great Era of Contention is about to arrive, and the Great Tribulation is not over yet. Restarting the Investiture of the Gods is probably imminent."

Sha Wujing nodded and said, "Yes, we should guide more cultivators to achieve godhood."

"That's not right."

Luo Xuan shook his head and said, "The Investiture of the Gods only has three hundred and sixty-five immortal positions."

“There are indeed not many celestial positions.” Sha Wujing licked his lips and added, “But this humble monk has been noticing that Immortal Yang is collecting titles. Based on the casualties in the Pure Land, there are at least seven or eight thousand Arhats and Bodhisattvas who could be appointed.”

Luo Xuan was speechless, and even though he was much older than Yang He, he did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

.........

In a mountain range in the south, the land is barren for thousands of miles, with an active volcano in the center spewing out countless plumes of smoke and dust.

boom.

Nezha leaped out of the volcano, laughing loudly, "Junior brother is here! Hiding in seclusion in the volcano is no fun at all compared to fighting and killing!"

"That's right, the remnant soul of Taiyi Zhenren must have gone through many reincarnations. Let's go take a look."

Nezha, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels, vanished instantly.

.........

One level of the endless hell.

Yang Jian was covered in filth, surrounded by corpses of evil spirits of all sizes. Countless yin energies surged toward his brow, and his protective mysterious light flickered incessantly.

With its three eyes slightly narrowed, it could be seen that the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree connected and penetrated through the twelve levels of hell.

"Junior brother, you have quite the imposing presence. Not bad, it's about time you returned to the mortal realm."

"Since Nezha and I don't have any celestial titles, we should awaken our innate wisdom earlier than others. Now that Yang He has awakened, he can also interfere in the mortal realm."

As Yang Jian stepped out, the endless hell seemed like a windowpane.

.........

Above the sea of ​​clouds, five-colored rays of light traveled thousands of miles against the setting sun.

Sun Wukong had no patience. He arrived at the base of the Myriad Transformations Tree in a few somersaults, then concealed his aura and slowly approached, carrying a dozen peaches.

"Master, it's me, Old Sun, here to see you!"

Yang He sat cross-legged on a tree branch, with four heads and eight arms, and 37,000 eyes that rotated in an orderly fashion, arranged like the stars in the heavens.

His body and soul are the myriad transformations of the Heavenly Dao Realm, his flesh and blood are the soil, his bones are the mountains, his blood vessels are the rivers, and his internal organs are individual grotto-heavens.

The aura of the Void was forcibly suppressed within the meridians.

Yang He could feel himself getting closer and closer to becoming a Quasi-Saint.

(End of this chapter)