Mythology

Chapter 550 You, Lu Ya Daoist, better watch out!
The old constable slumped in the corner, his gaze sweeping across the sky and earth, where thousands of white rainbows stretched out, forming a vast net centered on Peibai City, enough to cover the entire territory of the Grand Commander.

Kill?
No, it's clearly mowing the lawn!
Outside the city, in the wilderness, the remains of evil spirits have piled up into mountains, and black blood has flowed into rivers.

The one-sided slaughter by Lu Ya Dao Ren continued for an unknown period of time until the sky began to lighten, and the sickening hisses gradually subsided.

Evil spirits ceased to emerge, and the mortal realm briefly fell into peace, though the stench of blood lingered in the streets and alleys with the cold wind.

The old constable came to his senses and heard Lu Ya Dao Ren's breathing, which was barely perceptible.

He quickly looked towards the tall figure at the teahouse window, only to see that Lu Ya Dao Ren had already collapsed to the ground, the morning sun shining on his remaining life force.

"Fairy!"

The old constable stumbled and crawled to Lu Ya Dao Ren's side. The latter's face was ashen, his Taoist robe was soaked with blood, and almost no part of his exposed skin was intact. It was covered with deep, bone-revealing cracks.

"Fairy..."

The old constable's voice trembled as he reached out to help Lu Ya, but dared not touch him, fearing that touching him would kill Lu Ya.

He carefully removed the wooden plank that was pressing down on the old man.

The old constable's heart skipped a beat as his fingertips touched the cold body. But just as he was about to despair, he noticed an extremely faint rise and fall in Lu Ya Dao Ren's chest.

Still alive!!!

The old constable cried out urgently, "Immortal! Hold on! I remember there are life-saving pills left behind by Constable Sun in the yamen. I'll go get them now!"

"It's... no use."

Lu Ya Dao Ren made a sound like a broken bellows in his throat, barely opening one eye, his cloudy pupils already unfocused, "Where's the bamboo leaf green... let this old man... moisten his throat."

He forced a smile, but it only widened the cracks on his face. "What? Still... unwilling to... drink for me?"

"I...right away!Right away!" The old constable turned to look for the wine jug.

After the earth-shattering commotion, the wine jug was still standing perfectly intact on the corner of the table.

He poured a bowl full with trembling hands and held it to Lu Ya Dao Ren's lips.

The amber-colored liquid slowly flowed into Lu Ya Dao's mouth, and the next moment, a mixture of turbid blood gushed out from a gash on the side of his neck.

Lu Ya Dao Ren's body was riddled with holes, both inside and out, and he could no longer even swallow.

"happy!!!"

Lu Ya Dao Ren suddenly mustered a burst of strength, pushed the old constable away, struggled to support himself with his hands, and stood unsteadily at the window again, facing the bright sun.

He hunched over, staring intently at the clouds that had begun to churn violently once more.

An even more terrifying aura is awakening.

Sure enough, the ghosts and gods would not give him a chance to breathe.

After all, once Yang He emerges from seclusion, many ghosts and gods may not be able to gain the upper hand, so it is impossible for Lu Ya Daoist to reunite with Yang He.

"Immortal, you can't go on..."

The old constable was horrified to see Lu Ya Daoist's robe bleeding profusely.

At this moment, deep within the cracks in the clouds, countless greedy eyes slowly opened, and at least twenty ghosts and gods prepared to devour Lu Ya Dao Ren.

"You may leave now. I am afraid I have no time to worry about the safety of others."

Without turning his head, Lu Ya Dao Ren lightly flicked his sleeves.

The old constable felt an irresistible force, and he was sent flying backward, passing through the broken roof and landing steadily on the long street, completely unharmed.

He basked in the morning light, gazing at the dilapidated teahouse.

The torrent began to coalesce once more, more intense and more resolute than before, and mortals could no longer look directly at Lu Ya Dao Ren's sharp edge.

The old constable's eyes stung and watered, but he refused to close them, much less leave.

Even though I am blind, I still want to see that old man off.

boom! ! !
The torrent surged straight into the sky, meeting the countless ghosts and gods!

The old constable felt a sharp pain in his eyes, as if being pricked by needles. His vision became increasingly blurry until only a shimmering halo remained. He managed to open his eyes, but tears mixed with blood dripped continuously onto the ground.

He stubbornly tilted his head back until the sun rose and his vision went completely dark.

The old constable had lost his sight, but fortunately, he could still hear.

As the torrent continued to pour forth, accompanied by the agonizing wails of ghosts and gods, and the seductive whispers that resounded throughout the heavens and earth, the noises emanating from Lu Ya Dao Ren gradually became fainter and fainter.

The intervals were getting longer and longer. There were not many Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives left in Lu Ya Dao Ren's body, and his body and soul energy were being drained little by little.

The old constable could sense that the ghosts and spirits never stopped, patiently wearing down Lu Ya Dao Ren.

Time has lost its meaning.

Maybe three days, maybe five days.

The old constable leaned against the wall, his cracked lips bleeding, his ears ringing. He had finished his rations, but he still protected a jar of bamboo leaf green tea in his arms, desperately using his flesh and blood to block the falling stones.

Lu Ya Daoist was like a candle flickering in the wind, his light dimming and growing weaker with each passing moment.

In a daze, the old constable didn't know when, but the already intermittent flying daggers suddenly stopped moving...

Peibai City fell into a chilling silence.

The old constable's heart sank. He scrambled towards the teahouse on all fours, calling out "Immortal" repeatedly, trying to pinpoint Lu Ya Dao Ren's location.

The teahouse was already dilapidated, and the upside-down signboard made the building look like a tomb.

Has the immortal finally run out of energy and died?
The old constable opened his mouth, then groped his way up the stairs in vain, and arrived at the second floor of the teahouse, looking somewhat disheveled, carrying the bamboo leaf green tea.

"Could it be... that even ghosts and gods have been wiped out?"

The thought had barely formed when the old constable nipped it in the bud.

"impossible."

The old constable heard that an unprecedented panic and commotion had broken out in the city, with cries, screams and shouts mixed together, and a few cultivators fleeing in panic.

At the same time, heavy footsteps were coming from all directions.
Getting closer.

The old constable realized it was a ghost or spirit; the ghost or spirit had completely descended to the mortal realm!

His strength was instantly swallowed up by despair. Lu Ya Daoist was dead, and those immortals and Buddhas who were conferred the title of gods had probably already escaped to the mortal world.

Hopeless.

We are nothing but ants, and ultimately we cannot even beg for a chance to survive.

The old constable felt a pang of regret. Lu Ya Daoist shouldn't have protected mortals; why should he have sacrificed his life for ants?

"The immortal died in such an undignified manner. No, I want to give him a proper burial."

Perhaps it won't be long before mortals completely disappear. There may be survivors, but they will soon forget Lu Ya Daoist.

But I don't want to forget; I can't let the old man, who suffered the torment of being cut into a thousand pieces, lie exposed in the wilderness.

"The immortal... should be laid to rest in peace."

The old constable muttered to himself as he stumbled to a corner on the second floor. The walls had collapsed, but the tables and chairs were still standing.

His limbs trembled violently, and it took all his strength to move forward even an inch, but he had finally reached his limit.

The old constable collapsed heavily to the ground, and the bamboo leaf green dog he was holding tightly in his arms rolled away with him.

Snap.

The wine jar shattered. A clear, refreshing aroma of wine filled the air.

The old constable's breathing was intermittent, and he didn't realize that Lu Ya Daoist's figure was standing less than half a meter in front of him.

Lu Ya Dao Ren's body was covered in blood and flesh, with many of his bones exposed, and his internal organs inside his chest cavity were completely destroyed.

His physical body was even worse than that of an ordinary mortal, and his soul had also fallen to the point of collapse.

The light in Lu Ya Dao Ren's eyes completely faded, the three Yang Flames went out, and what kept his broken body from falling was only an indomitable will.

As the aroma of Zhuyeqing liquor filled my nostrils, my completely unfocused pupils regained some focus.

Lu Ya Daoist slowly raised his finger, which was still connected to his body by a few strands of flesh, and pointed it at his brow, ready to unleash the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife.

The cracks in the skull could only support the final use of supernatural powers.

“The ghosts and gods have… twelve heads, and I… I still have… three more…”

He let out an incoherent sob.

"There are still three Immortal-Slaying... Flying Knives, cough cough cough, if... they were to slay a... demon god, perhaps... they could... intimidate... for a few days..."

As he spoke, a familiar cold glint once again flashed between his brows.

The old constable seemed to sense Lu Ya Dao Ren's last breath, but his limbs were paralyzed, and he could only sob silently.

He really wanted to tell Lu Ya Dao Ren that the mortal realm was doomed, and that he should leave while there was still a glimmer of hope, since he owed no one anything.

Just as the three Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives were about to perish together with the ghosts, gods, and jade,...

"enough."

The woman's gentle voice rang out, tinged with a hint of urgency.

It was clearly Pei Baicheng who had rushed over.

Lu Ya Dao Ren stopped wielding the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, and then, the subtle medicinal power slowly circulated within his body.

Because his body and soul were severely damaged, and his foundation was destroyed, the medicine could not rekindle Lu Ya Dao Ren's Yang Fire. However, his extinguished life force gradually began to grow stronger.

Lu Ya Dao Ren's injuries are visibly healing, but unfortunately, it's only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. The depletion of his body and soul is irreversible.

“Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, that’s more than enough.”

The woman's voice rang out again, and then she helped Lu Ya Dao Ren sit by the window.

Lu Ya Daoist turned his head and saw that the newcomer looked somewhat familiar. What was her name again? Lady Yunxiao? That's right, Yunxiao!
Immediately afterwards, a murmur as loud as a bell echoed between heaven and earth.

Everyone, including ordinary people, could hear it clearly. Even many older vendors in Peibai City found it hard to believe, wondering why it sounded a bit like... Yang San's son.
"I am coming!!"

"We've arrived!!"

Before the words were finished, Taoist chants and Buddhist hymns resounded, calming all the restlessness in the world.

Dawn finally broke in the mortal realm.

On the eastern horizon, a bright, full moon suddenly appeared, its light like a ribbon dispelling the gloom. Within its reflection, one could see jade palaces and cranes soaring about—it was the Heavenly Court!
In the western sky, a blazing sun simultaneously rose into the heavens, radiating countless golden rays and auspicious clouds. Within its radiance, a sacred mountain seemed to emerge, bathed in Buddhist light—this was indeed the sacred mountain!
The sun and moon shine together in the same sky, reflecting each other's brilliance.

The mortals, who had been waiting to die, were met with such a sight that they were first deathly silent, then erupted into deafening cheers!
"The immortals and Buddhas have not abandoned us! They have not abandoned the mortal world!"

"The immortals are above!!!"

The twelve demons appeared slightly flustered, spitting out yin energy as if facing a formidable enemy.

The first to arrive were all at the Golden Immortal realm or above, accompanied by a large number of evil spirits. In terms of scale, they were no less than those of the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling, but in terms of imposing presence, they were worlds apart.

If it weren't for the fact that once they completely descended to the mortal realm, the ghosts and gods wouldn't be able to escape back to the endless hell, they probably would have fled immediately.

Click.

The clouds parted, revealing the Eternal Mother peering at the immortals and Buddhas.

In the Heavenly Court, led by Yang Jian and Nezha, many of the Eight Generals of Gods stood solemnly, the moonlight shining on the Heavenly Gate, making them appear as if they were bathed in silver light.

Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye unleashed boundless profound light, and his majestic declaration resounded throughout heaven and earth: "The evil spirits of endless hell, wreaking havoc on the human world, shall be punished!"

Mount Ling is led by Bixiao and Sun Wukong, surrounded by Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas, whose chanting resonates throughout the universe as if it were real.

Bixiao's gaze swept over the ravaged land, a trace of sorrow flashing in her eyes. "Evil forces, poisoning the lives of living beings, deserve to die!"

"punish!"

"kill!"

The two commands were issued as if by the laws of heaven and earth!
The next moment, countless immortals and Buddhas within the sun and moon moved!
They stepped down from the clouds, their figures rapidly appearing in mid-air!
Yang Jian transformed into a hundred-foot giant, wielding his three-pointed, double-edged sword. The cold light tore through the sky, slashing directly at a hundred-eyed demon god that was trying to escape into the earth!

Nezha rode on his Wind and Fire Wheels, with three heads and six arms, each wielding a divine weapon. His Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) unleashed a crimson river, instantly binding the rampaging demons and gods.

"That felt good! Take this from my old Sun!"

Sun Wukong laughed wildly, and his golden cudgel grew longer in the wind, smashing fiercely into the valley where three demons had gathered, tearing the air apart.

Azure Clouds, ethereal in their robes, unleashed their Buddhist treasures, and golden light swept across the town, restoring it to its original state. The injured mortals were all healed without prior agreement.

The eight righteous gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas descended upon densely populated towns.

They wielded overwhelming force, slaying all evil spirits in their path. Meanwhile, having just attained immortal status, their cultivation was increasing every second, making the situation completely one-sided.

Just moments ago, the arrogant ghosts and gods were now fleeing in terror in the face of immortals and Buddhas.

Ordinary people look up to the immortals and Buddhas who save the world, and all kneel down in worship.

The teahouse in Peibai City returned to its original state, and Lu Ya Dao Ren no longer needed Yunxiao's support, but his life force continued to drain away.

The old constable, his eyesight restored, stood aside, trembling with fear.

"Fellow Daoist Lu Ya, how much longer can you hold on? Yang He will be here soon."

Lu Ya Dao Ren gazed unfocusedly at the sun and moon shining brightly outside the window. The medicine was barely keeping him alive, but he couldn't help but smile.

"Great, great, really great, that kid Yang He... cough cough cough."

Lu Ya Dao Ren coughed uncontrollably, his internal organs were damaged again, and Yun Xiao wanted to continue to repair them, but Lu Ya Dao Ren stopped him.

"There's no need. Just say a few words to Yang He for me."

"Brother Lu Ya!"

Lu Ya Daoist looked up and saw Yang He walking slowly down the empty street, clutching a handful of black hair, with his enormous head, hundreds of meters long, trailing behind him.

His head remained open in death, and blood gushed from the severed neck.

It is the Eternal Mother.

“Brother Lu Ya, the Eternal Mother is hiding in the Endless Hell, and she is really hard to find. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”

Yang He flashed to the window of the teahouse and patted Lu Ya Dao Ren on the shoulder.

With the Precious Bone Mausoleum hanging overhead, the medicinal power of the Human-Faced Peach surged forth, barely keeping Lu Ya Daoist alive.

"Don't rush to say anything, I'm too lazy to take you to be reincarnated right now."

"you."

"Lu Ya Dao Ren".

"I'll stand here and see it for myself."

"How did I, Yang He, quell the calamity and reshape the Three Realms?!"

(End of this chapter)