Mythology

Chapter 548 Immortals Who Did Not Participate in the Conferment of Gods
Everyone turned to look at Yang He, their expressions varied.

All immortals felt that Yang He was unfathomable, and that every move he made was filled with extremely complex Daoist charm. Even saints did not have such extraordinary phenomena, and he was clearly the embodiment of the Great Dao.

Those who had not yet become immortals found Yang He to be ordinary and unremarkable, with a faint aura, looking more like a mortal than a regular person, and couldn't help but stare at him for a long time.

Yang He was also looking them over, seeing many familiar relatives and friends.

The Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao, Yang Jian, Nezha, Sun Wukong, the Ten Sons of the Yang Family, Taiyi Zhenren, Qingfeng, Yang Ren, Lei Zhenzi, Yang Qi...

Many faces also disappeared forever. The great calamity swept across the three realms indiscriminately, and even those who wanted to survive needed a certain amount of luck.

Yang Heqiang suppressed his distracting thoughts, "The myriad laws are displayed before the Hall of Three Pure Ones, and the immortals are arrayed in the Jade Pool Palace. What is an immortal? What is a Buddha? They are all just the great paths cultivated in the mundane world, ultimately based on humanity."

With a flick of his sleeves, the entire palace rippled like water.

"Confirmed to proceed to [God-Born God]".

The immortals felt the scene before them change, and they found themselves in a void.

boom.

The Myriad Transformations Tree stands tall and occupies the center of nothingness, its branches and leaves flowing with the mysteries of the universe.

Yang He transformed into a thousand feet tall, manifesting four heads that observed the four directions, and eight arms that manifested the myriad forms of magic, with thirty-seven thousand Heavenly Eyes opening and closing.

The seating arrangement of the immortals and Buddhas became clearly defined, with the immortals on the left and the Buddhas on the right.

With one side facing the head of Corpse Celestial Venerable and the other facing the head of Immaculate Buddha, Yang He then held up the Investiture of the Gods in his palm.

"In the name of Heaven, we hereby re-establish the divine positions."

At this time, Yang He represents the Heavenly Dao, as well as the Dao Ancestor and Buddha Ancestor. He uses the Investiture of the Gods to completely sever the connection between the immortals and gods and their original world, and integrates them into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm.

The story of "God begets God" does not exist in the present world or in ancient times, but in the upper realm of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm.

The reason it was a void was simply because the upper realm had not yet fully taken shape, since the twelve heavens had not undergone deep integration.

The surroundings were completely silent, everyone waiting for the deification ceremony.

Yang He gazed at the clouds, and the latter took the initiative to stand up and bow.

"Yunxiao, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Queen Mother of the West, to govern the Jade Pool and command all immortals."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling light flashed in the void.

The immortals and gods had already anticipated that Yang He would hand over the celestial position of the Queen Mother of the West to Yunxiao, but they did not expect the strange phenomenon to be so intense.

As soon as Yang He finished speaking, endless auspicious colors flowed around, and magnificent palaces and pavilions appeared out of thin air, with cranes carrying lingzhi mushrooms dancing gracefully.

A jade pool was formed from the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm, and golden lotuses in the pool instantly bloomed with twelve petals.

Yaochi transformed into a seven-colored stream of light and disappeared into the center of her brow in the clouds. Her entire body was immediately radiant with nine-colored precious light, and she naturally donned a phoenix coronet and a wedding robe. Profound and mysterious Dao patterns appeared on her forehead.

"Yunxiao respectfully obeys the Heavenly Venerable's decree."

When Yunxiao bowed again, his voice was like jade shattering in Kunlun Mountain, and his cultivation level rose at a visible speed. He had already merged with the body and soul of the Jade Pool Wonderland.

The ancient immortals and Buddhas exchanged a glance, unable to contain their astonishment.

The immortal position bestowed by Yang He actually contained the Yaochi Dojo. After Yunxiao refined it, it was equivalent to a version merge. He could regain the supernatural abilities that he had abandoned because of the abnormality of the Heavenly Dao.

Most importantly, having a temple allows you to acquire resources.

Of course, although the Daoist temple originated from the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm, it was merely lent to the immortals and Buddhas. The temple, nurtured by the Daoist temple, would expand its area in the upper realm.

The immortals and Buddhas didn't feel like they were doing all the work for someone else; instead, a thought arose in their minds: Yang He's actions were clearly...setting things right!

Yang He paused for a moment, and the Myriad Transformation Tree continued to rise in accordance with the imperial edict. After the Western Queen Mother's divine position was refined, the tree crown had reached two thousand feet.

Immediately afterwards, Yang He's Corpse Celestial Venerable head turned towards Yang Jian, and the Immaculate Buddha head turned towards Bi Xiao.

"Yang Jian was bestowed the title of Qingyuan Miaodao Zhifu Tianzun, who governs the laws and decrees of the Three Realms and upholds the Heavenly Code."

"Bixiao was granted the title of Namo Jingguang Ancient Buddha, in charge of wisdom and light, and responsible for enlightening all sentient beings."

Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye on his forehead illuminates the vast universe, the Immortal-Slaying Sword hangs behind him, and countless heavenly rules, like golden locks, stretch across the sky, as another grotto-heaven enters his body.

Bixiao accepted the position with a smile. Although Yang He could not bestow the position of saint like Shakyamuni, it was clear to all that Bixiao would become the master of the Western Mountain in the future.

As soon as Yang He finished speaking, he glanced at the two people in the front row out of the corner of his eye.

Nezha rode out on his fiery wheels, and Sun Wukong, not wanting to be left behind, took the initiative to accept his position.

"Sun Wukong was bestowed the title of Namo Douzhan Shanggu Buddha, in charge of subduing demons and protecting the righteous law."

"Nezha was bestowed the title of the Great Emperor Who Patrols the Heavens and Subdues Demons at the Three Altars, who is in charge of the weapons of the Three Realms and has the power to conquer and eliminate evil."

In doing so, Yang He effectively arranged the top positions of immortals and Buddhas. Yang Jian and Nezha from the Heavenly Court replaced the Four Emperors and Five Elders, while Bixiao and Sun Wukong from Mount Ling replaced the Three Buddhas.

The strange phenomena intensified, and with each decree issued, Dao patterns would droop from the tree branches, and the soul and aura of the recipients would resonate with the entire world.

Yang He could sense that the foundation of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm was becoming increasingly profound.

He smiled, and all the immortals and Buddhas present were, without exception, protagonists, born from the impending destruction of the Heavenly Dao.

Rebooting the Investiture of the Gods is, in essence, plundering the last remaining vitality of the old Heavenly Dao.

Yang He continued to bestow titles, and the positions of the eight departments of the Heavenly Court remained unchanged. He only separately bestowed upon Wen Zhong the title of God of Rewards and Punishments, to manage the many righteous gods below the head of the eight departments.

The position of head of the Thunder Department was given to Lei Zhenzi, and the position of head of the Fighting Department was given to Qiongxiao.

"The ten Heavenly Lords of the Yang family were appointed as the Ten Directions Patrol Gods, to patrol the Three Realms and protect the righteous path."

The aura of the Ten Heavenly Lords surged, and their dojos were no less than those of the heads of the Eight Divisions. Their status was equivalent to a weakened version of the Five Elders.

The seven disciples were appointed as the Seven Immortals, responsible for coordinating affairs in the mortal realm.

The names on the Investiture of the Gods were revealed one by one, and the Myriad Transformations Tree trembled slightly, its branches and leaves engraved with the aura of the bodies and souls of many immortals and gods.

As Yang He received the feedback, the refining speed of the ever-flowing Guixu Qi within his body accelerated.

The premonition of becoming a quasi-saint is becoming increasingly clear.

The Heavenly Court quickly completed the conferment of celestial positions, involving only a few hundred people, while the number of Arhat positions on Mount Ling reached thirty to forty thousand.

Yang He's public announcement of 6,000 was simply because he didn't intend to confer too many titles upon Arhats.

Even if both sides are on the same side, a balance still needs to be considered. Besides, the resources of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm cannot support tens of thousands of immortals and Buddhas.

Yang He planned to bestow titles upon the gods and spirits gradually after their arrival, but without the investiture of the gods, mortals would find it difficult to fully align with the celestial ranks and positions, which might even prevent them from advancing further.

"There's no other way. If tens of thousands of immortals and Buddhas were to breathe in and out Yin energy at the same time, the newly formed Upper Realm would collapse."

Seeing that the Immortals Cave was already in meditation with their eyes closed, and that the conferment of the Arhat title did not require their attention, Yang He then took the opportunity to summon the control panel.

Reboot the Investiture of the Gods.

Rebuild the Heavenly Court and the Sacred Mountain.

However, if there isn't even a single sage, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm is at best a theatrical troupe. While it may seem that the immortals and Buddhas are of one mind, in reality, most of them would feel reluctant to leave when facing Shakyamuni.

Yang He is not afraid of rebellion from immortals or Buddhas, and since he has passed the imperial examination with flying colors, there is no possibility of him switching jobs.

However, passive resistance to work is also unacceptable.

"Therefore, I must become a saint, for only by becoming a saint can I have a 50% chance of victory."

[Consume 1000 points of Insight to select a character for deep fusion?]

"Select the character [Tai Xu Xun Jie Shi Hai Tian Zun], [Namo Shang Gu Wu Gou Fo].

Yang He left himself no way out. In the instant he silently recited the mantra, the Daoist principles of the Myriad Transformations Tree solidified, outlining the Great Dao truth in the void.

Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, countless golden palaces and jade pavilions rise from the ground, their glazed tiles reflecting the stars in the sky. Two mountains, one above the other, one upright and one inverted, stand like an hourglass between heaven and earth.

Even though the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm has not yet fully integrated with the Twelve Heavens, and the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain still have some flaws, all the immortals and gods can see that the foundation Yang He laid for the Upper Realm is far beyond the ordinary. Countless roots pierced into Yang He's body, and the Daoist essence was imprinted inside and outside his body and soul.

obviously.

That's... becoming a saint!!!
Saints are the embodiment of the Great Dao, which is why they are indescribable. Yang He had already mastered a part of the Heavenly Dao in advance, so becoming a saint was already a certainty.

They even noticed that the Sanqing Taoist Temple was completely intact and preserved at the junction of the two mountains. Could it be that the Three Pure Ones would also be stationed there?
Thinking about it, it is indeed very likely, after all, Yang He is a disciple of the Three Pure Ones.

The immortals and Buddhas couldn't help but feel that the great calamity was not impossible to overcome!

Besides, Yang Hecheng's ascension to the throne is imminent!
Only Yunxiao noticed Yang He's slightly furrowed brows and couldn't help but show worry, but she suppressed her fear and pretended that nothing had happened.

Yang He's ascension to sainthood was extremely smooth, and the strength of his divine sense was constantly increasing.

He could vaguely sense through the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree that the people in the various towns and cities of the mortal world lived in peace and prosperity without the threat of ghosts or gods.

"Oh shit."

"Time in the main world has not stopped; some of the demons and gods are about to descend!!"

Yang He's face was grim. He couldn't possibly abandon the millions of mortals. The Myriad Transformation Tree needed to absorb the Great Dao that all living beings cultivated and comprehended. The few thousand people who had been conferred titles were simply not enough for the Myriad Transformation Tree.

"It should be in time. Well, luckily I can also indirectly interfere in the present world."

Many of the branches and twigs of the Wanhua Tree remain in the present world, so setting up a simple stump is not a problem. However, Yang He chose to wait and see for the time being, hoping to delay as long as possible.

.........

The relaunch of the Investiture of the Gods took away more than 80% of the high-level cultivators.

It seems to have little impact on the mortal world, but three years have passed without anyone noticing, and the patterns of natural disasters and man-made calamities have gradually become more frequent.

The imperial court lacked sufficient manpower to intervene, but thankfully, it had stockpiled grain in advance.

Under such circumstances, no one paid attention to the strange phenomenon in Jialiang Water Town, where the sun had not been seen for a hundred days, centered on Peibai City.

The low-hanging dark clouds were leaden gray, shrouding the area in a twilight glow even in the afternoon.

The biting wind howled from all directions, stirring up clouds of dust and leaving knife marks on the city wall.

The streets and alleys were still bustling with people, but the children were all kept at home.

In the shadows of the nooks and crannies, one can see some demons and monsters wriggling; the evil spirits that were merely resisting have already reached into the mortal world.

While patrolling the streets, the old constable would paste yellow talismans in places where evil spirits frequently appeared.

They have become accustomed to contact with evil spirits, and by being extra careful in their daily lives, cases of evil spirits harming people are rare.

However, the veteran constable also noticed that the evil spirit's power was clearly increasing.

Six months ago, evil spirits wouldn't dare approach people, but now they lurk on the edge of the shadows, staring intently at passersby.

"Ugh."

The old constable sighed deeply. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but it seemed that the good days were numbered. He could only hope that the immortals who had gone to be conferred godhood would return to the mortal world as soon as possible.

He rubbed his temples with a slightly melancholy expression. He had discussed this matter with his colleagues over drinks last night and had been ridiculed for it, with people saying that immortals ascend to heaven and live carefree lives, and would never return to the mortal world.

"Ah."

The old constable smiled but didn't say anything. Wasn't Constable Sun the Immortal Master?

Sun, the head constable, said that he would return to Peibai City once the Investiture of the Gods ended, because he wanted to protect the people in the city. This shows that the immortals all care about mortals.

suddenly.

A drop of murky rainwater fell onto the bluestone slab.

The old constable looked up in astonishment. The rainwater was murky, like ink mixed in, and the black residue left on the ground continued to spread.

Then, the sound of pattering rain began.

The old constable felt a chill run down his spine. The evil spirits lurking in the shadows were so frightened that they let out a shrill scream and fled Peibai City in a panic.

The yellow talisman hissed and burned, but it vanished into nothingness in less than half a breath.

"Quickly! Go home, everyone!!!"

The old constable realized what was happening and quickly called for people to take shelter from the rain. Before long, the entire street and alley was deserted.

He hid in a nearby abandoned house and looked out the window.

Just then, a large hole appeared in the clouds.

Hu Hu Hu.

Heavy breathing filled the air.

Under the old constable's terrified gaze, a woman's head, about forty or fifty meters long, slowly emerged. The head had no skin; flesh and blood fibers were exposed, constantly oozing black pus and blood.

"Well."

The enormous eyeballs, cloudy and lifeless, slowly rotated, scanning the Jialiang water town.

The lack of lips to cover the gums makes the upper and lower jaws look abnormally grotesque, resulting in an exaggerated smile that is permanently fixed on the face.

The old constable recalled the calamity caused by the Wusheng Sect three years ago.

When the government was in charge of finishing up the matter, they received many scriptures, and the cover of the Eternal Mother and the head of the Skinless Woman were exactly the same.

The Eternal Mother descended.

The slender neck of the Eternal Mother trembled violently in the clouds, her flesh taut with effort, her entire body spanning the seven levels of hell.

The division between Yin and Yang persists stubbornly, preventing ghosts and spirits from forcibly intruding.

A strong, eerie wind swept through the water town of Jialiang.

The old constable heard the Eternal Mother's hoarse murmur, "There's no scent of immortals or Buddhas, nor of the Queen Mother of the West, so..."

The Eternal Mother's face was filled with greed, and her hundred-meter-long tongue stretched towards the ground.

"Then let's taste the blood food first."

Yang He began to control the mountains to shift invisibly, preparing to use the mountains and rivers to set up living stakes. Regardless of whether it would expose his current situation, he wanted to repair the hole in the endless hell first.

"It's not too late to become a saint, but unfortunately, that would put us in a passive position."

"The difference in strength between us and Shakyamuni is still too great; it's always difficult to seize the initiative..."

"kindness?"

Yang He stopped the mountain range.

Unbeknownst to them, a figure appeared on the official road leading to Peibai City.

An elderly man with a full head of white hair slowly rode up on a donkey.

He tied his white hair loosely with a strip of cloth, and his coarse linen clothes were covered in dust, making him look like an ordinary old country man on his way.
The old man gave a silly, dry laugh, completely unaware of the terrifying head looming overhead, nor hearing the chilling murmurs.

Whoosh! ! !
A hundred-meter-long tongue suddenly shot out, and a stench assaulted the senses.

The sword shadows danced.

pat.

The severed tongue crashed down heavily.

"Daoist Lu Ya!!!"

(End of this chapter)