Mythology

Chapter 551 Yang He vs. Shakyamuni?

Lu Ya Daoist was slightly taken aback. His remaining Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife was covered in cracks, but it did not collapse. Instead, it was stimulated by the medicinal power and healed.

He then realized that he could not see through Yang He at all.

Among the first batch of ghosts and gods to descend, the Eternal Mother was the only one comparable to a Primordial Golden Immortal, yet she was utterly powerless against Yang He, and remained completely unscathed from beginning to end.

Yang He...became a saint?!
Lu Ya Daoist quickly realized what was happening and couldn't help but feel relieved. Indeed, only a saint could confer titles upon immortals and Buddhas. Wasn't Yang He a saint for being able to rebuild the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling?

He swept through Peibai City, where immortals and Buddhas were besieging ghosts and gods, and the head of the Eight Divisions was stationed in the town to prevent evil spirits from affecting mortals.

"Yang He, what do you plan to do with those mortals? If they stay in the mortal realm, they will surely die in the face of the great calamity."

After Lu Ya Daoist finished speaking, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

He has lived for tens of thousands of years since the beginning of time and has witnessed the deaths of countless mortals. Now, with his body and soul weakened, he has even shown a woman's compassion.

The Great Tribulation is for the sake of all sentient beings in the Three Realms. Yang He can barely protect himself, let alone protect mortals.

Lu Ya Dao Ren smiled helplessly, thinking of apologizing to Yang He, but suddenly noticed that the aura emanating from Yang He's body had changed.

boom.

Yunxiao silently resisted the aura and took the old constable away from the teahouse.

Lu Ya Daoist stared at Yang He in disbelief, noticing that the flesh and bones were translucent and an extremely profound Daoist aura was emerging.

He once had the opportunity to become a Quasi-Saint, so he naturally knew the conditions for becoming a Saint.

The body and soul become one with the Dao of Heaven.

The Heavenly Dao that Yang He integrated into his body and soul was originally himself, which made him extremely special, even Lu Ya Dao Ren's experience made it difficult to distinguish.

Is he a quasi-saint, or... has he already become a saint?
Yang He seemed to see through Lu Ya Dao Ren's thoughts, "It's a pity that his cultivation is only at the Quasi-Saint level due to the limitations of his body and soul."

Lu Ya Daoist was speechless, as if to Yang He, becoming a saint was a matter of course, and he was not satisfied with being a quasi-saint at all.

Little did he know that the truth was exactly as he had guessed.

Although the process of Yang He's body and soul merging with the Heavenly Dao was agonizing, it was incredibly smooth. However, his body and soul were limited and could not accommodate more of the Heavenly Dao.

Otherwise, imprinting one-tenth of the Daoist essence on the Tree of Myriad Transformations would be enough to achieve sainthood.

"Brother Lu Ya, I'd like to ask you how you escaped from the Ruins of Return?"

Lu Ya Daoist was taken aback for a moment, then said, "The Ruins of Return are unfathomable. My ability to find a path connecting to the mortal world was somewhat due to chance."

"Was it a coincidence?"

Yang Hecheng's transformation into a saint also relies on the deep integration of his regular characters. Now, Corpse Celestial, Ghost True Lord, and Immaculate Buddha have all undergone a complete transformation.

He brought up the panel, and the information for the permanent characters was completely different.

[True Lord of the Netherworld Primordial Qi: Legend has it that you are the first evil spirit in the world, formed from the remnant soul of Pangu. The Nine Nether Abyss trembled at your very birth.]

[The Supreme Venerable of the Myriad Bodies of the Great Void: Legend has it that you were the first wisp of corpse energy in the world, born from the corpse of Pangu, and later transcended the cycle of life and death.]

[The Pure Land Dharma King of the First Principle: Legend has it that you are the only offspring of Nuwa, and one of the Seven Sages of Buddhism. Having thoroughly understood the 'First Principle,' you broke away from Buddhism and established a new sect on Mount Ling, vowing to purify all worldly falsehoods with the supreme Dharma.]

"Even if the backgrounds of the three regular characters aren't top-tier, they're probably quite similar."

Corpse Celestial Venerable and Ghost True Lord simply connected with Pangu, the creator of heaven and earth. According to Buddhist records, the 'first principle' of Immaculate Buddha refers to the meaning of transcending the essence of the world, the ultimate enlightenment of Buddhism.

A hint of apprehension flashed in Yang He's eyes, not only because he was about to face Shakyamuni directly, but also because the regular character was trapped in the Void.

He can communicate with the permanent characters through the Nuoxiang Ghost, but they are too far apart.

"It seems necessary to make a trip to Guixu in the future to find the original body of the ordinary resident character. Maybe we can uncover the secrets of the panel."

"That's a matter for later; the only way to survive right now is to deal with Shakyamuni."

Yang He remained silent, leading Lu Ya Daoist to believe that the former was still considering returning to the Void.

"It wasn't all just a coincidence." After thinking for a long time, Lu Ya Dao Ren added, "It seems that there was a faint voice guiding me through the Ruins of Return, but whether it was a hallucination of near death is unknown."

"Thank you, I owe you a favor."

Yang He knew that Lu Ya Dao Ren was already in the mortal realm before the Investiture of the Gods. If he participated in the Investiture of the Gods, it would not be difficult for him to resolve the disadvantage of becoming the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, and the immortal position he obtained would not be weaker than that of Yang Jian and Nezha.

“I have no intention of achieving immortality. If I were to consider joining the Heavenly Court, I would have done so during the Investiture of the Gods three thousand years ago.”

Lu Ya Dao Ren was extremely frank, even though his life depended on Yang He's precious bone tomb.

"Brother Lu Ya, I haven't answered the previous question yet."

"How should I deal with mortals? Isn't it only natural for immortals and Buddhas to protect them?"

As soon as Yang He finished speaking, the entire city of Peibai began to shake violently, as if a dragon was churning deep within the earth.

Before long, the tremors spread outwards from Peibai City.

"Yang He, you...you're planning to..."

Yang He said in a calm tone, "I promised Tang Sanzang that I would lead mortals through the great calamity, and Tang Sanzang was willing to block the great calamity for two thousand years because of this."

"Since Tang Sanzang has not broken his promise to me, how could I betray my original intention?!"

"rise!!!"

Yang He grunted. As far as his eyes could see, the foundations of houses were loose, and roots were spreading from the cracks in the ground and walls.

Yunxiao stared blankly at Yang He, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

boom! !

Under Lu Ya Dao Ren's incredulous gaze, Pei Baicheng slowly floated into the air, or more accurately, was lifted into the air by its roots.

Immediately afterwards, Pei Baicheng moved towards the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm little by little.

All the ordinary people in Jialiang Water Town were enveloped by an invisible force, uncontrollably lifted into the air, and landed safely back in the streets and alleys of Peibai City, eliciting gasps of surprise.

"Yang He, do you even know what you're doing?!"

"That's unnecessary!!!"

Lu Ya Daoist's voice was hoarse as he grabbed Yang He's shoulder.

Yang He showed no sign of stopping.

Soon, a rumbling sound came from the western mountains and the eastern sea near Jialiang Water Town. Millions of mortals were relocated into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm, along with a large number of plants, birds and beasts that strayed into the area.

Lu Ya Daoist stared blankly at the phantom image behind Yang He's head.

A colossal tree, beyond description, stretched out, its branches piercing through the void, its leaves formed from countless Daoist spiritual patterns.

Lu Ya Daoist's pupils contracted, and he also noticed that the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree were accumulating enough Guixu aura to fill the East Sea.

After Yang He became a saint, he dissipated a significant amount of the Void Returning Aura. However, compared to the total amount in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm, it was insignificant. Even if the Void Returning Aura stopped increasing and Yang He continued to cultivate in seclusion to dissipate it, it would conservatively take about 70,000 years.

boom! boom! boom!
Yang He arranged the towns in an orderly manner according to the planned locations, all in the inland areas of the Dao Realm, unaffected by the aura of the Void.

The internal and external climates are almost the same, except that the yin energy in the Taoist realm is heavier.

The mortals adapted in no time, and only some of the elderly and children were infected with the plague, but they were all driven away by the Plague God.

"Yang He!!"

"This is an act against the heavens! Once mortals are completely bound to you, the resulting karma and calamity will only be more terrifying than ever before, and you will have nowhere to escape!!!"

Lu Ya Daoist was in a panic, but quickly noticed something amiss through the illusory image of the Myriad Transformations Tree.

The black water at the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree began to boil inexplicably. In the darkness, Guixu sensed the presence of mortals, causing the continuous flow of black water to surge into the Dao Realm along the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree.

As the aura of the Void rose, Yang He seemed to be forced to unleash the Five-Colored Divine Light once again.

If the Five-Colored Divine Light can only be used to protect the body and soul, even a Quasi-Saint would lose 50-60% of their strength.

"It's alright. I've already considered the gains and losses. Even if I die because of it, I can accept it. Anyway, I've already gained something by coming into this world."

Yang He shook his head indifferently, gazing calmly at the sky.

A faint aura of returning to nothingness was already seeping from his pores, his flesh and bones were crackling, and the five-colored divine light was barely able to maintain its balance.

Lu Ya Daoist was puzzled, but influenced by Yang He, he stopped talking.

"If one is hesitant and timid in everything, how can one survive the eons that sweep across the three realms? How can one fight against Shakyamuni?"

“Considering the pros and cons is pointless, Brother Lu Ya, I’m going to take a big gamble.”

"The winner takes all, the loser loses everything."

Lu Ya Dao Ren had no idea of ​​the significance of Yang He's plan.

He felt that if Yang He didn't suppress the aura of the Void, his cultivation level, which had just advanced to Quasi-Saint, might drop, and he would directly suffer a qi deviation.

Yang He did not restrain the increasingly intense aura of the Void, and took a step forward!
The illusory image of the Myriad Transformations Tree solidified into a tangible form, with every line on its trunk containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and its swaying branches and leaves resonating throughout the universe.

"Shakyamuni, I have no interest in hiding like a rat, waiting to become a saint before fighting you. I'll stay in the mortal realm openly and honestly. Come and get me if you dare!"

The roots of the Myriad Transformation Tree turned around, like giant pythons, and burrowed into the endless hell!
Boom! ! !
The roots break through the boundary between Yin and Yang, and may even affect the continuation of the Heavenly Dao in this world.

Yang He believed that it was better to live a miserable life than to die a good death, so he controlled the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree to bypass the ghosts and gods and take deep root in those remains.

The remains were once the sacred site abandoned by immortals and Buddhas in Guixu. Later, Tang Sanzang used the remains to piece together an awkward world.

Yang He's actions were aimed at refining the remains, making the Immortal Buddha Dojo a part of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm. As it turns out, even without generating a character, it can still help the Myriad Transformations Tree grow.

After establishing a connection with the sacred sites of immortals and Buddhas, the Myriad Transformations Tree began to grow vigorously.

Yang He's body was constantly bursting with wounds of varying depths, but they healed instantly under the nourishment from the Myriad Transformation Tree.

His cultivation level fluctuated wildly around the Quasi-Saint level, sometimes seemingly about to break through the barrier, and sometimes teetering on the edge, completely dancing on the edge of a knife.

Lu Ya Daoist was horrified, finally understanding what Yang He was planning.

Yang He plans to receive all the legacies of the old Heavenly Dao and refine them into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm! In this extremely dangerous way, he will forcefully push his own realm to the level of a saint.

"You madman, you really are a madman! Do you really think the beings behind the ghosts and gods will give you a chance?"

Lu Ya Daoist murmured, his eyes, which had seen countless vicissitudes, reflected the Myriad Transformations Tree that connected Yin and Yang, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

"Let's go crazy together, haha, let's die if we want, it's really exhilarating."

.........

Meanwhile, in the deepest part of endless hell.

The scenery is beyond words; the grass, trees, rocks and mountains are twisted and broken, yet they are glued together in a way that defies common sense.

Together with the viscous flesh and blood, they formed a vast, seemingly endless land.

In the center of this land of flesh and blood, a 'Twelve-Petaled Lotus Mountain' stands silently, composed of billions of arms, hideous faces, and still-pulsating internal organs piled and intertwined.

At the summit of the mountain, Shakyamuni sat cross-legged.

He still maintained the solemn appearance of the Buddha, wearing a worn but clean robe, with a compassionate and serene face, which contrasted sharply with the surrounding filth and seemed out of place.

Before Shakyamuni, there were three entities that defied definition by form.

They exuded an aura that only saints could possess, yet they were filled with decay, and their forms could barely be identified as corresponding to the Medicine Buddha, Amitabha Buddha, and the Amitabha Buddha.

However, it doesn't resemble a Buddha at all; it's more like a life form composed of roots.

Surrounding the figure of the flesh-and-blood lotus, there were also thirty-four enormous, unimaginably powerful demons prostrating themselves on the ground.

Some are rotting nebulae covered with billions of eyeballs; others are manifestations of rivers flowing with pus, blood, and curses…

They have reached the level of quasi-saints and are located at the top of the pyramid of ghosts and gods.

now.

Whether it was an indescribable ancient Buddha or a ghost or god, their attention was focused on the mortal world, specifically on the unscrupulous Yang He.

Medicine Buddha opened his jaws and said, “My Buddha, the extraterrestrial demons think they can survive the great calamity, but little do they know that to accommodate mortals, they must bear at least 60% of the erosion of the Void Aura.”

"If we just wait, the extraterrestrial demons will surely die."

"Excellent," the spirits murmured in agreement.

Shakyamuni slowly opened his eyes. His eyes no longer held compassion, but instead reflected Yang He's calm face.

"Amitabha Buddha, what do you think?"

“My Buddha,” Amitabha Buddha said with apprehension, “the extraterrestrial demons are adept at using small forces to achieve great things. This action is far from reckless. It would be better if we, the Three Sages, led all the ghosts and gods together to go.”

The ghosts and gods were slightly puzzled and felt it was unnecessary.

Yang He is merely a quasi-saint. Even though he has a large number of immortals and Buddhas under his command, their combined cultivation level is still inferior to his own.

Shakyamuni did not utter a sound, but his actions already revealed his attitude.

The twelve-petaled lotus mountain suddenly came to life.

Countless arms stretched out like the legs of a centipede, supporting the massive mountain. The human face emitted a silent roar, spewing thick black mist that outlined strange veins on the surface.

Boom! ! !
The moment the first step was taken, the endless hell trembled, as if unable to withstand the power of Shakyamuni. Then, space was violently torn apart, and dense yin energy surged to both sides, making way for a path to the mortal world.

The three saints and the spirits followed closely behind, but they were all somewhat surprised by the importance that Shakyamuni attached to it.

Shakyamuni felt that if he didn't intervene, things might change.

The extraterrestrial demons revealed their true forms without any intention of hiding. Logically, shouldn't there be no room for change?
(End of this chapter)