Mythology

Chapter 547 Restarting the Investiture of the Gods
Sun Wukong somersaulted to Yang He's side, scratching his ears and cheeks as he looked at his master.

"Master, you still look so carefree! I, Old Sun, miss you terribly! You see... when will I be able to regain all my skills?"

Yang He didn't even lift his eyelids. Sun Wukong was now only a Xuanxian, and his reincarnated body was just an ordinary macaque, making it difficult for him to advance any further.

"What's the rush? You monkey, even after reincarnation you still can't get rid of your impetuous nature. Perfect, stay by my side and meditate for a while, so you can better understand the wonders of the celestial bodies. Maybe you can even earn a saintly position in the future."

"Becoming a saint?" Sun Wukong scratched his head and grinned. "That sounds so restrictive, nothing beats the exhilaration of swinging a staff!"

Yang He opened his eyes and laughed, "Monkey! Don't worry, when Shakyamuni and his disciples come knocking on our door, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to fight to your heart's content!"

Having said that, he ignored the stubborn disciple and focused his mind back into the Great Dao.

Yang He didn't let Sun Wukong leave because he was afraid the latter would cause trouble, and most of the immortals and Buddhas he brought back to the main world were very pragmatic.

The leader of the eight tribes knew that it would take time to regroup and was already selecting his followers.

"It will be at least five more years before the Conferred God Platform opens."

"How many years have passed since Shakyamuni Buddha descended to earth?"

"If I don't become a saint, I have almost no chance of winning."

Yang He has four heads that observe all directions, eight arms that can manifest all kinds of magic, and thirty-seven thousand Heavenly Eyes that are like the stars in the sky, taking in all the subtle changes in the mortal world and even the deeper realms.

"Shakyamuni was also more cautious than I had imagined."

Everything that happened in the mortal world was naturally under Yang He's watchful eye. In fact, it was the result of deliberate manipulation that led the traitor to mistake the reincarnation of immortals and Buddhas for the arrival of ghosts and gods.

All the seemingly chaotic and out-of-control situations were actually within his control.

Yang He had thought that Shakyamuni would take some action, but now that the traitors have been mostly eliminated, there has been no unusual activity.

Based on the temperament of the spirits I had previously encountered, they would never allow themselves to remove the eyeliner.

This only shows that Shakyamuni had completely taken control of the inner workings of the Dharma, and that there should even be three Buddhist saints still alive today.

"The mortal realm is a monolithic entity. The number of immortals and Buddhas enshrined in the Investiture of the Gods slightly surpasses that of the old Heavenly Court. Even so, their chances of defeating Shakyamuni are only one or two out of ten."

Yang He sighed inwardly, fearing that Shakyamuni would bring down a powerful force of ghosts and gods.

Don't give yourself any chance to maneuver.

Yang He communicated with the Myriad Transformations Tree, and immediately its branches and leaves swayed.

It is clear that the Heavenly Dao of the main world has little time left, like a cracked piece of glass that will shatter at the slightest touch.

It is very likely that once he reaches the level of a quasi-saint, Shakyamuni will descend to the mortal world in great numbers.

"How about... stalling for time and postponing the promotion?"

A thought flashed through me.

"No."

Yang He immediately rejected the idea. It was still unknown how long Tang Seng's consciousness could bear the Heavenly Dao. Once the Heavenly Dao completely collapsed, he would have to face both the Great Tribulation and Shakyamuni at the same time.

We will be in a more passive position then, so we must seize the initiative now!

"there is always a solution to a problem."

A million stars shimmered in Yang He's eyes, and all fear vanished. "Even if there is still a gap in strength, how can I let Shakyamuni succeed so easily!"

He glanced at the panel briefly, then canceled it.

"We still have our trump cards. Now that the game has begun, how can we be willing to become a stepping stone for Shakyamuni if ​​we don't go all the way to the last step?"

Shakyamuni's goal was the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm. Once refined, the eons would be unable to contain him, and he would completely transcend this world.

"Wukong, you are in charge of receiving the cultivators who arrive one after another. Remember, there should be 6,743 of them. Don't let too many cultivators in."

"Alright, leave it to me, Old Sun!"

Sun Wukong grinned, picked up his golden cudgel, and excitedly stood guard not far away.

Yang He stopped being distracted, his four heads and eight arms slowly returned to calm, his 37,000 Heavenly Dao Eyes closed one by one, and his aura completely subsided as he entered a deeper level of seclusion.

At the same time, he summoned several palaces from the Daoist realm to sit under the tree, and the Daoist boys began to prepare.

Yang He discovered that the demonic Daoist children born from the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm possessed remarkable intelligence and their cultivation progress far exceeded that of ordinary people. Unfortunately, like the Heavenly Immortals, they made almost no further progress after reaching the True Immortal Realm.

To establish a new Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain, they still need to recruit people from the outside world.

In a sense, it is also making up for the shortcomings of the Heavenly Dao rules of the Myriad Transformations Tree, as this newly born world will have some oversights.

The calm before the storm is over; the real battle is about to begin.

.........

Four years have passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, the changes in the Heavenly Dao became increasingly obvious. This was not only reflected in the evil spirits appearing in the mortal world in the shallow hell, but also in the fact that birds and beasts began to transform into demons.

Even though most of them had low cultivation levels, they still added a lot of variables to the chaotic world.

Whoosh whoosh.

Within a thousand miles of the Myriad Transformations Tree, the area is now bustling with activity.

Countless cultivators traveled from all over the Great Commandery and even from surrounding small countries, some on foot and others flying through the air, each displaying their unique abilities.

Their cultivation levels varied greatly, with the highest among them not even reaching the Transcending Tribulation Realm.

The legendary ancient immortals and Buddhas, as well as Yang He's seven disciples, have yet to appear, making all the cultivators extremely cautious in their every move.

An old man emerged, surrounded by a faint aura of bloodlust, with a cloud of blood beneath his feet, causing the vegetation to wither wherever he passed.

The other cultivators looked wary; this person was a notorious evil cultivator.

The number of murders wasn't large, but the organs of most of the corpses in the mortal realm had been dug out.

His name is Blood Lake Ancestor.

"Hahaha, after five hundred years of arduous cultivation, the opportunity has finally arrived! I will surely have a place on the Investiture of the Gods!"

"Blood Lake, how can your unorthodox methods be of any use?"

The old Taoist priest, with white hair and a youthful face, holding a whisk, chuckled upon hearing this: "The Investiture of the Gods is the restoration of the Heavenly Order, which is all about merit and destiny. I am the Great Dream Master, who has been enlightened in a dream for four hundred years. I have come here seeking only a pure divine position to protect the peace of this region."

The middle-aged female cultivator stepped past the two, dressed in an elegant Daoist robe, which made the Blood Lake Ancestor frown.

"Fallen Flower Daoist, you have only recently entered the Tribulation Transcending Realm. Don't you know any rules at all?"

The Daoist nun Luohua stared intently at the Myriad Transformation Tree, a hint of longing barely perceptible in her eyes, and her escape speed increased slightly.

Blood Lake Ancestor's face turned red. If they weren't in the Dao Realm, they would have already started fighting.

"Ha, I, the Iron-Crowned Monk, only seek to follow the Immortal Ancestor; I don't care about any immortal rank or position."

The Iron-Crowned Monk, carrying an iron pestle on his back and possessing a burly physique, traversed the mountains step by step, occasionally stopping to kowtow before the Myriad Transformation Tree.

Since Yang He drew upon the Yin energy of the endless hell to infuse the mortal realm, and with the blessing of the Myriad Transformation Tree on the mortals' comprehension, the Tribulation Transcending Realm has emerged one after another.

Even though some were lost due to the disappearance of the Myriad Transformation Tree, there are still more than twenty people.

They were all drawn by the Investiture of the Gods, each with immense ambition. Even though they held Yang He in awe, they did not consider themselves inferior. Countless people harbored thoughts like, "If I lived during the Investiture of the Gods, I could also become an immortal."

Sun Wukong squatted on the eaves of the palace, his fiery eyes scanning the noisy crowd below the mountain. He picked at his ear with disgust: "Why are there so many ugly people here? They're giving me a headache."

The cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending Realm could no longer hide their joy. After all, what was the point of the Investiture of the Gods if they weren't on the list?
Hearing them spouting nonsense, Sun Wukong casually threw his golden cudgel towards the mountain path.

Boom! ! !
The hundred-meter-tall pillar crashed to the ground, its immense pressure instantly enveloping the surrounding area.

Fine cracks spread across the ground, and the cultivators who had been talking so loudly just moments before were suddenly thrown into disarray, with even the Tribulation Transcending Realm experts struggling to move.

Sun Wukong was so happy he scratched his head and said, "That's more like it! Listen, only those who can climb to the bottom of the tree within a year are qualified to talk about becoming gods!"

The Blood Lake Ancestor struggled to raise his head: "If you don't want us to be deified, why bother..."

"Who said we can't?" Sun Wukong flipped over and squatted on top of his staff, looking down at all the living beings. "My master is going to establish 6,743 true gods, not let you come here to fill in the numbers."

"More than six thousand?" Everyone was shocked. Wouldn't that mean that most cultivators could be on the list?

The nun Luohua, forcing herself to remain calm, retorted, "If we are all unqualified, where would all these immortals and Buddhas come from?"

Sun Wukong sneered: "You're just sitting in a well, looking at the sky from the bottom of a well. Just wait and see. In the next few days, some truly capable people should be coming. You'll have a good look at them."

Without saying much, the cultivators immediately seized the time to adapt to the pressure.

The sun sets and the moon rises in the mountains; the days pass by in the blink of an eye.

Those cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending Realm had only traveled a thousand meters when they saw streaks of clear, cold light piercing through the air, and wherever they passed, the pressure of the Golden Cudgel naturally parted like ripples on water.

Sun Wukong was quite interested; the newcomer was to his liking.

Yang Jian walked through the air with his hands behind his back, his third eye on his forehead shimmering with Daoist energy. He ignored the struggling cultivators on the ground, and simply nodded slightly toward the palace: "Great Sage Sun, has Junior Brother Yang emerged from seclusion?"

boom! ! !
A flash of fire appeared, and Nezha hovered in mid-air on his Wind Fire Wheels, twirling his Fire-Tipped Spear, with a child with a small braid on his shoulder.

"Yang Jian, your escape skills have improved! I almost couldn't catch you!!"

Nezha glanced at the cultivators out of the corner of his eye, the Qiankun Ring on his wrist jingling, and the Samadhi True Fire scorched the surrounding air, causing it to distort slightly.

"I thought my junior brother's descendants would be more promising, but I didn't expect them to be all show and no substance, far inferior to the Chan and Jie sects. Are we really going to rely on them to deal with this bald monk in the mud?"

The cultivators were intimidated by the aura of the two ancient immortals when suddenly a clear, ringing bell rang out from afar.

The ten sons of the Yang family had appeared at the foot of the Myriad Transformation Tree at some unknown time.

Yang Dalang put away the communication jade talisman, and the ten men bowed in unison to the palace: "The ten imperial envoys of the Yang family have been summoned to their posts."

Nezha followed closely behind the ten sons of the Yang family, and soon he was arm in arm with Sun Wukong, while Yang Jian opened his Heavenly Eye and frowned as he sized up the cultivators.

"How is it?" Nezha patted Yang Jian, already preparing to enter the hall for wine.

Yang Jian shook his head, no longer glancing at the other cultivators.

The area beneath the Myriad Transformations Tree was soon deserted, leaving the cultivators somewhat frustrated, especially those who thought they were a sure thing at the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

Over the next two or three months, ancient immortals and Buddhas arrived one after another.

Pigsy neither rode a cloud nor used any magic; his coarse monk's robes were torn to shreds by the oppressive force, and he relied entirely on his physical body to withstand it. Sandy bowed every ten steps, offering sacrifices to the deceased Tang Monk. Bixiao flashed past in a flash, grasping a five-colored light.

Then there were Yang He's seven disciples.

It had been a long time since we last met, and they had all changed dramatically, especially their reserved demeanor, which could only be attributed to the trials and tribulations they had undergone in recent years.

All seven disciples were at the Xuanxian realm and possessed complete immortal bodies, so they did not linger for long.

Only a few thousand cultivators remained, struggling in the mountains in a sorry state. Of these, forty percent soon chose to leave, their hearts filled with increasing resentment.

In their view, even if all the ancient immortals and Buddhas who came were included, it would still be far from the number of six thousand that Sun Wukong mentioned.

Perhaps after a while, the immortal will invite me into the palace.

Finally, with three months left in the five-year period, they abandoned their hopes, and the leaders of the eight tribes arrived late with a large group of people.

Azure clouds filled the sky from all directions as Zhao Gongming arrived riding a black tiger on the clouds, followed by 360 disciples from the Ministry of Finance standing in the Zhen trigram direction.

Their bodies crackled with electricity, forming a net that together blocked the oppressive force of the golden cudgel.

Luo Xuan also led the Fire Department immortals in formation, with eight hundred fire crows flapping their wings and cawing, and the blazing true fire melted a path under the pressure.

Water Deity Star Lord led the Nine-Bend Heavenly River Formation forward slowly, with countless water spirits following...

The leader of the Eight Divisions barely intervened, and the thousands of disciples he led were all at the Hunyuan Realm, all of whom were disciples recruited by them from various places in Dasi.

Through their cooperation and the development of their unique supernatural abilities, the disciples carved out a path for themselves.

Even though they still had to endure the torment of the oppressive force on their bodies and souls, their cooperation did not slacken in the slightest, and they then disappeared into the palace at the bottom of the tree.

The cultivators dared not take any more chances, as there were very few spots left.

Without hesitation, the Blood Lake Ancestor unleashed his Blood Burning Divine Power, sacrificing his lifespan to rush towards the Myriad Transformation Tree, stuffing pills into his mouth as if they were free.

The Daoist nun, Luohua, pierced her brow with a silver needle, causing her three souls and seven spirits to be overdrawn.

Ordinary cultivators tried to cooperate, but they also realized that the Investiture of the Gods was not as simple as they had imagined; they were just ordinary mortals who had been left over from the eight departments of Heaven.

Meanwhile, inside the main hall at the base of the Myriad Transformations Tree.

Six thousand seven hundred and forty-three prayer cushions were laid out in a ring.

Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, Nezha, Bixiao, and the eight principal deities were seated in the first row, followed by the ten sons of the Yang family and some immortals and Buddhas. The remaining disciples of the eight departments were seated randomly without any order of precedence.

Only the central prayer cushion remained empty.

Nezha picked up a grape and popped it into his mouth, glancing sideways at the outside of the hall and laughing, "Yang Jian, do you think those rogue cultivators have finally seen the light?"

Yang Jiantian's eyes widened slightly. "Though his foundation is shallow, he has at least learned from his mistakes and strives to improve."

“If you ask me, Senior Brother should give them more guidance,” Sun Wukong interjected.

Yang Jian shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Yang has his own considerations."

As they spoke, figures moved outside the palace gates. Blood Lake Ancestor, Fallen Flower Daoist Nun, and dozens of other cultivators helped each other into the palace, all dressed in rags and covered in blood.

Unlike their arrogance a few months ago, they now lowered their heads and bowed respectfully towards the empty main seat before silently sitting down on the end cushions.

suddenly.

Yang He appeared on the central prayer mat, and the hall fell silent.

Those cultivators who had never seen Yang He's true face began to breathe heavily, their eyes widening in astonishment at the very first glance.

Yang He waved his sleeve, and the medicinal power of the Human-Faced Peach surged into the rogue cultivator's body.

Then bring up the panel.

[Vulgar things: gods give birth to gods]

[Related Allusion: "Sealing Ghost Platform" - Consume 1 point of Spirit Vision to enter the allusion world?]

"They become gods, I become saints, and everyone has a bright future."

(End of this chapter)