Mythology

Chapter 554 Swallowing the Permanent Characters
Yang He has closed the two timelines of ancient and modern times through the allusion, which also means that the panel can no longer travel between ancient and modern times.

He had no regrets, only that he still didn't know the origin of the panel.

Yang He had been following the timeline of his previous self's journey to this world from beginning to end, but he couldn't discern any clues.

Another form of spiritual vision can also be interpreted as innate supernatural abilities.

However, the panel that allows one to travel through time through mundane objects seems very strange. Perhaps only by interfering with another version of oneself at that time could one find some clues.

Yang He shook his head slightly; interfering with another version of himself was unrealistic.

He used to feel palpitations at the slightest thought, which shows that the influence on his other self could be magnified infinitely.

"hehe."

"I feel like I'm a bug that shouldn't exist in this world."

"Never mind, making him a saint is the priority."

At this time, Shakyamuni Buddha had already led the three saints and a large number of ghosts and gods to the mortal world. In just a short while, countless ghosts and gods were born.

Yang He's previous actions did not attract Shakyamuni to Guixu, but the old bald monk was still wary, fearing that Yang He had made arrangements in the mortal world and deliberately accumulated ghosts and gods.

"Conservatively estimated, it will take about six months for Shakyamuni to fully descend to earth."

"The time that the gods and immortals can buy time is very limited."

Yang He is currently walking on the edge of a knife. There is no other way, because the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, and even two thousand years of cultivation cannot bridge the gap.

He flicked his right arm, and another version of himself disappeared into the depths of the Ruins.

Followed by.

Yang He secretly communicated with the Nuo Xiang ghost to determine the most recent permanent character, and then, amidst the flow of five-colored divine light, quietly approached the Immaculate Buddha.

Protected by the five-colored divine light, the erosion from the aura of the Void was negligible.

Although there has been no further progress in two thousand years, the Five-Colored Divine Light has adapted to the Void to an indescribable degree.

Yang Tong could also sense that a large number of corpses were hidden in the Ruins of Return.

The corpse is immortal and indestructible, and its body is filled with a massive amount of primordial energy. Just these two points alone would be enough to give even a saint a hard time if they were entangled with it.

“It’s really weird.”

Yang He knew where the corpses came from, but he had no intention of dealing with them.

After Guixu occupied the Underworld, the Six Paths of Reincarnation in this world collapsed, and the dead accumulated in Guixu, which is why the Black Water is constantly increasing.

The cycle of reincarnation that Heaven has managed to create is entirely dependent on Tang Sanzang.

Originally, Tang Sanzang was meant to be the food source for immortals and Buddhas, and was thus able to multiply like a plant, supporting the fragile Heavenly Dao for two thousand years.

In later generations, everyone was like Tang Sanzang's flesh; to be precise, everyone was an incarnation of Tang Sanzang.

"Well."

Yang He had already ventured deep into the Ruins of Return, more than 10,000 meters below the surface. The number of corpses was increasing, and the black water was becoming increasingly viscous and icy.

The five-colored divine light gradually became unbearable, causing the flesh and bones to sizzle.

Yang He suppressed his distracting thoughts and remained submerged for an unknown amount of time. The density of the black water had reached an unbelievable level, to the point that even his divine sense could not extend more than half a meter, and his five senses had become extremely weak.

However, the spiritual vision was still effective, and it vaguely sensed an indescribable behemoth in the distance, rising and falling in the void.

This is the first time Yang He has truly faced a permanent role.

"Hiss, the art style is too... weird. If it were in the outside world, it would definitely be considered a heretical sect."

The Immaculate Buddha is a Buddha statue made up of countless flesh, bones, and internal organs. Due to Yang He's continuous deep integration, the Immaculate Buddha underwent several transformations, and its size has reached tens of thousands of meters.

When Yang He came within 100 meters, he appeared even smaller.

The surface of the Immaculate Buddha is densely inlaid with small Buddhas. These Buddhas are not solemn and dignified, but rather show various painful and distorted expressions, with their backs fused with the Immaculate Buddha.

"Ahhhhhh~~"

Yang He covered his ears; just looking directly at them, he could hear bursts of wails.

Amidst the murmurs of weeping men, women, and children, the destructive power of the Immaculate Buddha was absolutely no less than that of the Three Pure Ones during the Investiture of the Gods era.

"I am just one step away from becoming a saint."

Yang He's body and soul have been refined to the extreme, and can be described as perfect and flawless. His connection with the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm is also extremely close.

There are actually many opportunities to reach the supreme realm of sainthood.

Yang He could even say that he could have overcome the bottleneck at any time five hundred years ago, but he was unable to do so because of the unusual phenomenon of promotion.

Five hundred years have passed, and he has become more conservative about the realm of sainthood.

"To incarnate in countless forms is one path, and to incarnate in one form is another path."

Yang He could have chosen to first achieve sainthood through his true form, thus facilitating the advancement of the permanent characters, but he always felt it was not a safe option, so he chose to refine his avatar ahead of time.

"The safest option is to return to oneness with the original body. The panel is completely invalid, and permanent characters may rebel if they are separated from the body for a long time."

Without further hesitation, Yang He immediately used the Immortal Transformation Technique.

"If Shakyamuni knew that my incarnation was in Guixu, he would definitely be on guard, and even a permanent character would inevitably become a weakness."

As the Yin energy surged violently, his form began to change, transforming into an ancient stone Buddha, far less eerie and mysterious than the Immaculate Buddha.

With each breath Yang He took, the Immaculate Buddha was enveloped in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm.

"Refine!!!"

The merging of heaven and earth in the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm, the Daoist essence seemed to bind the Immaculate Buddha like chains, forcibly merging the Immaculate Buddha into the Dao Realm.

According to Yang He's prediction, there should be no obstacles to refining permanent characters.

After all, he has never felt unfamiliar with the resident characters since he started communicating with them over thousands of years, proving that none of the resident characters have developed sentience.

However, at the very moment that the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm came into contact with the Immaculate Buddha.

hum! ! !
Immaculate Buddha lost control without warning.

Yang He's Immortal Transformation Technique was completely out of the control of the Immaculate Buddha, and his divine sense could only sense a strange and chaotic thought arising from it!

Immaculate Buddha trembled all over, and the smaller Buddhas simultaneously emitted sharp cries.

Immediately, thousands of arms burst forth from the abdomen of the miniature Buddha. Yang He was utterly astonished. The malice of the Immaculate Buddha was incredibly pure, like the frantic struggle of a young beast before its death.

Countless arms lunged at Yang He, while beams of five-colored divine light met his gaze.

Boom! !

The water ripples!

Yang He's Five-Colored Divine Light was not broken, but the aftershocks it caused could be felt even in the deepest part of the Endless Hell.

"damn it!"

Yang He cursed under his breath. The permanent characters were at the same level, so they shouldn't be able to threaten the real body. But he didn't have time to get entangled with the Immaculate Buddha.

"If you don't refine your permanent characters, reaching the Saint Realm will be a big problem."

Yang He glanced up casually, then hesitated, worried that Shakyamuni might notice something amiss.

He was about to unleash his power throughout the entire Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm to isolate all sounds when the long-dormant panel notification suddenly appeared.

[The Yanghe and the Pure Land Dharma King of the First Principle are in harmony, meeting the conditions for integration, and can be deeply integrated.]

Yang He was taken aback, then confirmed without hesitation.

Roar! ! !
The Immaculate Buddha struggled even more frantically, its unwilling screams piercing Yang He's eardrums, filled with fear of the unknown. Then the Immaculate Buddha began to twist uncontrollably.

Yang He calmed down and watched as the Immaculate Buddha transformed into a mottled torrent that rushed towards him. After a little refinement, the Immaculate Buddha's consciousness was completely destroyed.

Numerous cracks appeared on his body, making the realm of sainthood seem within reach.

Even without any active effort, the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm has already imprinted patterns on the soul and spirit, making the body and soul inseparable from the Dao Realm.

"Am I still stuck with classical allusions? Let's be more radical."

Yang He grunted and used his Immortal Transformation Technique to its fullest extent, transforming into a four-headed, eight-armed form, possessing all the characteristics of a regular character.

The Nuo Xiang ghost also communicated with the other three incarnations invisibly.

The three avatars were born with malice almost simultaneously, and they regarded Yang He as their only threat, wishing they could get rid of him as soon as possible.

Not long after, a chilling rustling sound came from the surrounding darkness.

Yang He opened his fiery eyes and saw three indescribable shadows rapidly approaching from the southeast and west.

Ghost Lord is a gray mist inlaid with billions of eyes; Corpse Lord is a boundless giant corpse, tens of thousands of meters in size; Yellow-Eyebrow King is a blood and flesh nest composed of wild beasts, birds, insects and worms, with low growls that never cease.

Yang He waited quietly, and then the three avatars remained motionless in terror.

[Yang He and Taixu Wanhai Yandao Tianzun are compatible and meet the conditions for fusion, allowing for deep fusion.]

[Yang He and Youming Yuanqi Zhenyuan Zhenjun are compatible, meeting the conditions for fusion, and can undergo deep fusion.]

[The novels "Yang He" and "The Yellow-Robed Emperor of the Western Paradise of Ten Thousand Demons" are compatible and meet the conditions for fusion, allowing for deep fusion.]

If there were other people around, they would definitely be terrified.

Compared to the indescribable nature of the regular characters, Yang He seems ordinary, yet he is gradually devouring four monsters.

.........

At this moment, the first level of hell.

Shakyamuni sat atop a mountain of twelve lotus flowers of flesh and blood, the mountain having expanded to fill the space of the first level of hell.

That thin membrane separating Yin and Yang was as thin as a cicada's wing before him.

In fact, the Heavenly Dao is on the verge of collapse. What has allowed it to persist until now is not Tang Sanzang, but the Myriad Transformations Tree whose roots extend into Yin and Yang.

The roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree have invisibly bound this world.

However, it won't last long.

The Heavenly Dao of this world should have been destroyed two thousand years ago. Its lingering existence has not only failed to alleviate its injuries, but has made it even more incurable.

"Where is Yang He?!"

The murmurs of Shakyamuni echoed, and the immortals and Buddhas at the foot of the Myriad Transformations Tree staggered backward.

They were on high alert, the atmosphere so heavy it was almost frozen.

Yang Jian released his Heavenly Eye, allowing all the immortals and gods to clearly see the true face of Shakyamuni. To be precise, the entire sky was occupied.

At the center is Shakyamuni Buddha, radiating boundless Buddhist light.

On the left and right sides were three ancient Buddhas, their heads bowed and smiling, but their brows revealed cruelty, and they were already chanting the Rebirth Mantra.

Further out, there are countless ghosts and gods in various forms.

The chanting of ghosts and spirits was extremely distorted, creating a harmonious chorus that shook the mind.

"Tsk!" Sun Wukong scratched his head in annoyance, his golden cudgel buzzing. He felt as if he had returned to that alchemy furnace.

"Watching this makes me so itchy to punch a hole in the sky! I really want to poke that hornet's nest with this stick and see what kind of hell it is behind!!!"

Bixiao quickly pressed down on Sun Wukong's shoulder and whispered, "Wukong! Don't act rashly! The Sage has his own plans. Now is not the time to act impulsively."

"I, Old Sun, know."

Sun Wukong clenched his fists. Even with the Tree of Ten Thousand Transformations present, he could not counteract the oppressive aura emanating from Shakyamuni, demonstrating the vast difference in their power.

The great voice of Shakyamuni once again resounded throughout the mortal world.

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; like dew and lightning, they should be viewed in this way."

"All beings suffer, deluded by the burning of the five aggregates, sinking into the sea of ​​birth and death. Yet the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. I have made a great vow to build a Pure Land on this defiled land, not for destruction, but for salvation. The Yang He you rely on is nothing but a demon from beyond the realm, disturbing this purity and disrupting cause and effect. In the end, it is nothing but a mirage, an empty illusion."

Many immortals and Buddhas looked intoxicated and almost agreed with it.

Upon hearing this, Yunxiao stepped forward, "What a fine 'turn back to the shore'! Shakyamuni, you claim to be compassionate and save the world, yet you enslave all beings! You build lotus thrones with flesh and blood, and fill your Buddhist kingdom with vengeful spirits—is this your Pure Land? Your Dharma?!"

Qiongxiao chimed in sarcastically, "In my opinion, you false Buddha, spouting lies and feigning benevolence, are not even as good as that stubborn rock by the roadside that has weathered the storms and silently borne all things! The stubborn rock does not speak, but you, in the name of Buddhism, practice the ways of demons!"

Shakyamuni was not angry, but lowered his eyes with compassion. "To be attached to appearances is to be possessed by demons. You have been bewitched by the demons from beyond the realm, lost your true mind, and have not seen the true meaning of the Tathagata. Once I have cleared away the demonic obstacles, you will naturally realize your true nature and attain great freedom."

Before the words were finished, the membrane separating Yin and Yang cracked under the strain.

Just as the membrane separating Yin and Yang emitted a piercing cracking sound, Shakyamuni shook his head slightly, as if sighing at the ignorance of all beings.

Without a word, the restless spirits, like a dam bursting, roared and rushed into the mortal realm!
Wherever it passed, the earth instantly lost its color, the grass and trees withered, and the rivers became murky.

"All immortals, heed my command! Form ranks and prepare for battle!"

"The sage is coming! We must hold our ground and await reinforcements; we must not retreat even half a step!!!"

Yunxiao's voice was clear and resonant, instantly overshadowing ghosts and gods, and spreading for miles.

With a wave of the apricot-yellow flag in her hand, the large-scale magic arrays she had set up, such as the Celestial Star Array and the Ten Thousand Immortals Demon-Slaying Array, instantly lit up with soaring light, firmly protecting the area around the Myriad Transformation Tree.

Yang Jian, Nezha, Sun Wukong, Bixiao, and others each occupied a region, leading the Eight Righteous Gods, Arhats, and Bodhisattvas, pushing their supernatural powers to the limit.

In an instant, thunder and fire clashed, sword energy crisscrossed, Buddha's light shone everywhere, and dragons roared and tigers howled!

The supernatural power transformed into a meteor and collided violently with the swooping torrent of ghosts and gods!
boom! boom! boom! boom!
Under such a dense counterattack, the first wave of ghosts and spirits was instantly wiped out in large numbers.

However, this loss is just a drop in the ocean for ghosts and gods.

More ghosts and spirits came stepping over the corpses of their own kind, using their bodies to impact the magic array and their filthy supernatural powers to corrode the array's foundation.

Wang Lan continuously channeled his immortal power to repair the flickering array patterns.

He was highly focused, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous little beast that looked like a mix of cat and dog, darting along the ground at an eerie speed amidst the chaotic tide of ghosts and gods outside the formation.

"what is that……"

A hint of doubt had just arisen in Wang Lan's mind.

next moment!
The little beast ignored all the defenses and crashed headfirst into the center of the formation!

Click.

The magic array, powerful enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Primordial Golden Immortal, shattered like glass!
“It is… a ghost or god comparable to a quasi-saint.”

Wang Lan's pupils contracted sharply. Before he could react, he saw the small beast open its blood-red maw, which was covered with spiraling sharp teeth.

The gaping maw resembled a nesting doll, with one even more ferocious beast head emerging after another!

Wang Lan couldn't even contact Yunxiao before his protective immortal light was easily torn apart.

The headless body swayed for a moment, then was engulfed by the ghosts and spirits!
With a face full of pity, Shakyamuni sighed and said, "Why suffer, why suffer?"

He had a vague sense of unreality, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

"Amitabha Buddha, you have come to end their suffering."

(End of this chapter)