Mythology

Chapter 553 This is my last anecdote!

"who is it!!!"

For the first time in thousands of years, Shakyamuni lost his composure, even though the giant hand had disappeared into the depths of the Ruins of Return, he still sent out countless tentacles to search.

The three saints were even more surprised and uncertain, and couldn't help but recall their past experiences.

Whenever Yang He encounters a situation where death is almost certain, the subsequent developments will be unexpected, or even... he will turn the tables.

Jieyin shuddered, nearly falling victim to Yang He's possession.

His gaze was fixed on the Ruins of Return, and he felt as if a gaze was also fixed on him from the deep, boundless darkness within the Ruins of Return.

At the same time, Yang He had already been pulled into the Ruins of Return, which was more than 10,000 meters below the surface by the giant hand.

Yang He offered no resistance, his eyes revealing deep joy, as if he had already anticipated that a giant hand would come to his rescue.

"It seems that I really have a chance to seize the last glimmer of hope."

The giant hand released its grip and vanished instantly, leaving Yang He alone in the void.

Yang He curled up with his eyes closed, his body and soul enveloped in five-colored divine light, and his actions from beginning to end were in a tacit understanding with the giant hand.

"The permanent characters are also in Guixu, the closest one is... Immaculate Buddha."

"However, now is not the time to get in touch with permanent characters."

Yang He communicated with the Nuo Xiang ghost, but did not use the Transformation Immortal Technique. As the aura of the Returning Void, which had been isolated by the giant hand, gathered, the familiar black water immediately entered his body and soul and began to erode them.

He was very familiar with it, having faced the aura of the Void more than once or twice.

It had even started to appear as a crack on the forehead.

Snapped.

The continuous flow of black water poured into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm through the cracks, and the Myriad Transformations Tree in the mortal world immediately creaked, and black spots appeared on the surface of the trunk as if it had been eaten by insects.

The immortals and Buddhas looked at the Myriad Transformation Tree in astonishment. How long had Yang He been deep in the Endless Hell? Had he already fallen into the hands of Shakyamuni?
Even after they have attained immortal titles and positions, they cannot betray them.

But it's inevitable that some distracting thoughts will arise in one's mind.

Furthermore, the barrier between Yin and Yang has become unstable, with a large number of ghosts and gods flocking to the mortal realm. The leaders are comparable to the Primordial Golden Immortals, and the situation seems to be on the verge of collapse.

“Sages have their own confidence, which is beyond our comprehension.”

Yunxiao calmed the immortals and Buddhas down and signaled the leaders of the Eight Departments to take immediate action. Bixiao, along with the Buddha, tried her best to dispel the aura of the Returning Void from the Myriad Transformations Tree and to bear part of the erosion of the Returning Void aura for Yang He.

"All I know is that anyone who dares to back down should be beaten to death with a stick."

Sun Wukong looked around maliciously, wishing he could smash his golden cudgel to clear the minds of any immortals or Buddhas who dared to panic.

Sudden.

The black spots on the Wanhua Tree neither worsened nor returned to their former glory.

.........

The vortex naturally formed at the bottom of the void, with Yang He at its center.

Yang He stopped trying to hold on. If he couldn't maintain the balance of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm, tens of millions of mortals inside would die one after another.

[Would you like to consume 1 Spirit Vision to enter the world of historical allusions?]

He discovered that the panel was no longer associated with the historical allusions.

The Journey to the West ends with Tang Sanzang's dedication to the Heavenly Path, temporarily halting the great calamity. The story remains unfinished, perhaps leading to a dead end for the narrative.

"Confirmed. I will not choose to play a role and will go to the world of the story in my true form."

As soon as Yang He finished speaking, he experienced a violent moment of disorientation, as if he had been reincarnated. When he came to his senses, he found himself in an unfamiliar place.

.........

Return to the world of legends, especially the world of legends ravaged by the Great Calamity.

Everywhere was a scene of devastation.

Yang He looked around and saw that the land was barren and cracked, with a few dead trees in the distance. He could vaguely sense a faint life force accumulating, but only a few weeds were sprouting.

"Elder Tang, please let me overcome this great tribulation in heaven."

A faint black aura still lingered in the air, but fortunately, it was no longer able to harm any living creatures.

Yang He opened his fiery eyes between his brows and observed the world of the stories with meticulous detail, noticing that the Yin energy in the mortal realm was becoming increasingly thin.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, the Yin and Yang will be separated within a century.

Then, an endless hell was born.

“Endless hell is my first step in countering Shakyamuni.”

Yang He's lips curled up. Even if you, Shakyamuni, had countless saints under your tutelage, and your schemes were flawless, you would never have imagined that someone would orchestrate such a scheme from the other side of time!
But now, our game has only just begun!
With a thought, Yang He quietly traversed the mortal realm, which was in dire need of reconstruction.

He neither interfered with the mortals' reconstruction of civilization nor saved the cultivators suffering from the depletion of Yin energy. Before long, he arrived at the shores of the East Sea, which still appeared to be inky black.

Of the four seas in the east, west, south, and north, only the East China Sea, being close to the Ruins of Return, remains barren, with the aura of the Ruins of Return lingering in the air.

Yang He stood suspended in mid-air, gazing at the East China Sea, which resembled stagnant water.

"I'll go into seclusion in the East China Sea. The depths of the East China Sea can barely reach a suitable level of Yin energy, and it also retains an entrance to the Ruins of Return."

Yang He made up his mind, and then his figure disappeared into the East China Sea.

The deeper they went, the darker and more boundless the East China Sea became. It took Yang He three whole days to finally reach the bottom of the deep pit, which was several hundred meters deep.

The pit is constantly shrinking, which in a sense is the Heavenly Dao, barely clinging to life, repairing itself. When the pit heals, it may very well be the time when endless hell is born.

Yang He summoned the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, which remained above deep space.

He did not bring the many mortals from the main world with him on this trip. All the mortals were housed in the Myriad Transformation Tree guarded by the immortals and Buddhas. The Myriad Transformation Heavenly Realm only contained the ever-flowing black water.

And the twelve heavens obtained from the old Heavenly Court.

Yang He sat cross-legged in front of the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, using it as a temporary retreat.

Immediately afterwards, a rich five-colored divine light began to circulate around his body, gradually digesting the aura of the Void that filled the myriad transformations of the Heavenly Dao.

Simultaneously.

Yang He took out the Eight Trigrams Furnace and used the stockpiled resources to refine elixirs.

Incidentally, a section of plant root was planted inside the three-legged cauldron.

The roots of the plants, originally the medium Tang Sanzang used to communicate with the Heavenly Dao, are called "Heavenly Dao Pickles." They still contain some vitality and have been reborn with the help of the innate energy generated in the Dao Realm.

The roots of the Heavenly Stem Pickled Vegetable

[A complete Heavenly Dao Pickled Plant, once consumed, allows one to directly confront the Heavenly Dao; its remaining roots still retain a faint trace of life.]

Yang He's seclusion seemed inexplicable. He kept taking pills and nourishing the Heavenly Dao Pickles without regard to cost, while the Returning Void Qi, which should have required the most effort, was progressing slowly.

Time flows slowly by, and seventy or eighty years pass in the blink of an eye.

After Yang He had used up most of the relevant resources, he stopped refining pills. However, he never gave up on the Heavenly Dao Pickled Vegetables, which had recently matured and were ready to be used.

Under such circumstances, the rampant aura of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm was barely contained.

Fortunately, they did not bring any ordinary people with them, otherwise most of them would have been killed or injured.

During this period, the pit was only four or five meters deep, and the healing speed gradually slowed down, and it even showed a tendency to expand occasionally.

"Evil spirits are almost nonexistent in the mortal realm; the separation of Yin and Yang is probably very close..."

"kindness?"

Yang He belatedly looked up, and after many years, his spiritual vision rekindled, faintly revealing that the first layer of hell was about to be conceived.

"It seems that the Heavenly Dao is unable to completely heal the wound leading to the Ruins of Return, and has chosen to use the Endless Hell to isolate the Ruins of Return, much earlier than expected."

Buzz~~~
The Way of Heaven is trembling.

Everything appeared double in Yang He's eyes, as if layers of bubbles were enveloping him.

"bring it on."

Without hesitation, he swallowed the Heavenly Dao Pickled Vegetable whole!
The medicinal power instantly dissipated, not rushing to the limbs and bones, but directly to the sea of ​​consciousness and the top of the head!

boom! ! !
Yang He felt his consciousness being violently pulled upwards by an irresistible force, as if a hole had been forcibly torn open at the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, allowing his divine sense to break free and leap up. The Heavenly Dao was right before his eyes, manifesting itself clearly in an abstract form.

In Yang He's view, the Heavenly Dao of this world was no longer a giant tree, but had transformed into an unimaginable humanoid silhouette.

The humanoid silhouette was forcibly stitched together from countless materials: grass, trees, rocks, rivers, lakes, seas, birds, beasts, flesh, bones...

Everything in the world is disassembled and blended into the Way of Heaven.

Yang He was deeply shaken. Between the eyebrows of the human-shaped outline, he could vaguely make out... Tang Seng's facial features, and that compassionate expression.

"Well!"

He merely exchanged a glance with the Heavenly Dao, and felt his divine consciousness flicker like a candle in the wind, instantly teetering on the brink of collapse.

Yang He found it hard to imagine how Tang Sanzang, with his mortal body, could communicate with the Heavenly Dao.

You have to understand, even though I am also part of the Heavenly Dao of this vast world, I still couldn't maintain contact with it for a long time. Just how deep must Tang Sanzang's obsession be to be able to merge with the Heavenly Dao?

Yang He couldn't help but feel admiration for Tang Sanzang.

"Ultimately, we still need to use external forces, but fortunately we were prepared in advance."

All the pills Yang He had previously refined were imbued with divine sense, and they shattered without him even glancing at them, transforming into a surge of pure medicinal power that swept over his soul.

Blood seeped from his seven orifices, his face contorted in extreme pain, but his consciousness, aided by the medicine, managed to stabilize its dissipation.

"Elder Tang, it is I, Yang He!!"

"Elder Tang!!!"

Yang He used his divine sense to call out, again and again.

The medicinal effects were exhausted in just a few breaths, and his consciousness was overwhelmed, with cracks appearing inside and outside his soul.

Heaven did not respond, and Tang Sanzang seemed to have lost his mind.

Yang Heyi gritted his teeth.

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

"Choose the [Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm] for deep integration."

Rumble.

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm was shaking violently. The nascent upper realm, composed of twelve heavens, was becoming complete. The aura of the Void was dissipating at a visible rate, but it was still a drop in the ocean compared to the total amount.

"Elder Tang, I wish to personally guard the twelfth level closest to the mortal realm!!"

After Yang He conveyed his thoughts, the Heavenly Dao finally responded, and the humanoid silhouette slowly lowered its head, its gaze falling on the depths of the East Sea.

Seeing this, he took the initiative to peel away the twelve layers of heaven, even if it would delay the transformation of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm. Then, the twelve layers of minor worlds slowly emerged from between his eyebrows and gradually rose.

Heaven did not resist, and the human-shaped outline opened its palm.

The twelve heavens appeared in his palm, then transformed into twelve streams of light that disappeared into the mortal realm.

It's like a drop of water falling into the ocean without causing much of a ripple.

Yang He's communication with the Heavenly Dao abruptly ceased, and the humanoid silhouette disappeared from sight.

This happened after the Twelfth Heaven became part of the mortal realm.

An invisible wave was stirred up in the mortal realm, and the Heavenly Dao constructed a protective barrier for the Void, bringing endless hell to this world.

The deep pit at the bottom of the sea collapsed inward, and the aura of the Void, having passed through layers of endless hell, could no longer invade even a blade of grass or a tree in the mortal world.

Crash.

The waves of the East China Sea are surging, and their color is gradually returning to normal.

Yang He narrowed his eyes, clearly sensing that the first twelve levels of the Endless Hell had already become his own Dao Realm. This arrangement would definitely give Shakyamuni a big surprise.

"Hey hey hey."

"However, this is only the first piece; it's still too much to use against Shakyamuni."

Yang He knew that even if Shakyamuni was in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm, he could not trap the latter, let alone the fact that he had a bunch of saints and quasi-saints under his command.

"The most urgent task is to achieve sainthood."

He took advantage of the fact that the endless hell had just been formed and the layers of hell were relatively weak.

Take it one step at a time.

Before long, Yang He had returned to the deep pit that connected to the Ruins of Return, or rather, the bottom of the Endless Hell.

"The Buddha in the current timeline should also be at the bottom of the endless hell."

"But Shakyamuni is probably busy concocting spirits and deities. Well, it probably won't be long before Shakyamuni falls into a deep sleep."

Yang He sat cross-legged and carefully activated the Five-Colored Divine Light.

The only thing I lack to become a sage is the accumulation of knowledge and experience, and the only place where I can buy time right now is the world of classical allusions.

Yang He had previously discovered that even if Journey to the West had failed, one could still enter and exit the world of the story, and he understood that the panel was that glimmer of hope.

The Twelve Heavens were achieved incidentally; the real key was the seclusion two thousand years ago.

Yang He was completely focused on his cultivation, lying motionless beside the deep pit, instinctively circulating the Five-Colored Divine Light again and again.

a hundred years.

The body and soul returned to their peak, escaping the state of weakness.

Three hundred years.

The aura of the Void in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm has decreased by 20%.

Seven hundred years.

Yang He's adaptability to the aura of the Void increased dramatically, and at the same time, he devoted his mind to perfecting two divine abilities, and his comprehension of the Heavenly Dao intensified.

A thousand years.

The remaining aura of the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm was completely digested.

Yang He simply disappeared into the Void of Return, and was once again enveloped by the aura of the Void of Return, but this time he seemed to be in much more control.

One thousand two hundred years.

Fifteen hundred years.

.........

Yang He did not find the seclusion difficult; on the contrary, he enjoyed it. However, he still kept an eye on the mortal world, especially a place called Peibai City.

He saw a boy leading a donkey, following his old father as they shopped at the market.

We witnessed the proliferation of turbot, the resurgence of the Nine Netherworld Goddess, and the descent of ghosts and gods...

Yang He did not interfere with anything, because he knew how intelligent Shakyamuni was, and that if he was not careful, he might be detected in advance.

Shakyamuni brought ghosts and gods in layers according to the original trajectory, restarting the conferment of gods in the mortal world, but it was still like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

finally.

The scene in Yang He's eyes was fixed on the ninth level of hell, where another version of himself failed to ambush the guide and was severely injured by Shakyamuni.

Another version of myself murmured with a hint of helplessness, "Is there really no possibility? Isn't my glimmer of hope here?"

"Do not."

"I've grasped a glimmer of hope!"

Yang He stretched out his arm, which had been tempered by the five-colored divine light for two thousand years.

boom! !

The enormous arm silently tore through layers of hell, grabbed another version of itself, and retreated directly through the gaps in the web of limbs.

"who is it!!!"

(End of this chapter)