Mythology

Chapter 556 I Am the Lord of Guixu (The Finale)

The immortals and Buddhas began to arrange a magic array around the Myriad Transformation Tree.

Suddenly, the previously solemn and heavy atmosphere fell into dead silence, and all the immortals and Buddhas above the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal looked at the Myriad Transformation Tree in silence.

Yunxiao, holding the apricot-yellow flag, was about to activate it when her eyes went unfocused, her brows furrowed, and she subconsciously murmured, "I... I seem to have had a very long and very real dream..."

She looked around and realized she wasn't the only one.

Yang Jian, Nezha, Bixiao, and the others all wore similar expressions of bewilderment.

"It's not a dream."

Yunxiao opened his palm, and the Daoist aura that had been flowing had become exceptionally profound, and his understanding of the rules of the Heavenly Dao had deepened considerably.

What surprised her most was that the bottleneck in her cultivation that had been stagnant for so long was now loosening slightly, and the Daoist essence of the Myriad Transformations Tree was continuously flowing into her body, bringing her closer and closer to becoming a Quasi-Saint.

What about the others?

As Yang Jian's third eye opened and closed, its divine light shone even brighter; the immortal flames surrounding Nezha intensified by three times; a dazzling Buddhist light flowed behind Bi Xiao's head; and lightning flashed from Wen Zhong's mouth and nose...

They inherited a portion of the cultivation level of the world of legends out of thin air.

Even ordinary immortals and Buddhas benefited greatly from participating in the stories, but they were unaware that they had already died once.

In fact, in the world of legends, immortals and Buddhas inevitably use extremely costly methods to enhance their strength before they die, and the panel is directly poured into their bodies as a reward.

"I, Old Sun, feel a bit itchy..."

Sun Wukong scratched his head, about to shout, but was immediately stopped by Nezha beside him.

Nezha shook his head slightly, and Sun Wukong immediately realized that the so-called dream was likely related to Yang He, who possessed supreme divine power.

A flash of realization crossed Sun Wukong's eyes as he recalled the demon who had killed him.

From today's perspective, the quasi-saint level cultivation of ghosts and gods is nothing but a facade; even a Primordial Golden Immortal would be a match for them.

Yunxiao and the others also had similar thoughts to Sun Wukong.

Ghosts and gods are merely physical beings comparable to quasi-saints, lacking supernatural powers, possessing low intelligence, and without the blessing of a Taoist temple, they cannot even control magical artifacts.

With advance planning, it's not difficult to deal with.

The immortals and Buddhas stared at the Tree of Myriad Transformations, remaining silent for a moment.

They had previously thought that Yang He had assigned them to guard the Myriad Transformation Tree, so they were extremely cautious and would panic at the slightest approach of ghosts or spirits.

The Tree of Myriad Transformations was actually more resilient than they had imagined, even to the point of being practically immortal.

Shakyamuni's purpose was also to refine the Tree of Transformation, which shows that ghosts and gods could not harm it and that the Tree of Transformation could be used to set up an array.

A complex and indescribable emotion spread through the hearts of all the immortals and Buddhas.

how to say?

Even if all the ghosts and gods came out, it seemed like they weren't without a chance of winning.

Yunxiao suppressed his distracting thoughts and once again focused on the cracks that were gradually appearing in the sky. Compared to when he faced the ghosts and gods last time, he appeared extremely calm.

"Gentlemen."

"We are ordained by all things and naturally obey the sage. When evil spirits descend upon the mortal realm, we should slay them and restore peace to the world!"

All the immortals and Buddhas nodded, their auras faintly merging into one.

"Set up the formation!!!"

"Kill the enemy!!!"

With a wave of the apricot-yellow flag, countless spiritual energies scattered, and magic arrays surrounded the Myriad Transformation Tree. In an instant, spiritual light soared into the sky, forming a gigantic magic array that was difficult to fathom.

All the immortals and Buddhas who were in this place experienced a significant improvement in their cultivation.

Furthermore, the Tree of Myriad Transformations draws upon the Yin energy of the endless hells to replenish the immortals and Buddhas, allowing them to continuously unleash their supernatural powers.

Even Lu Ya Dao Ren's injuries have been alleviated considerably.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Lu Ya Dao Ren couldn't help but burst into laughter, deliberately cutting off the medicinal power provided by Bao Gu Ling, and then tossing Bao Gu Ling into the air.

“Yunxiao, your magic array is far from sufficient to resist a saint. If the three Buddhist saints descend to the mortal world, everything will still be in vain.”

"This object possesses a spirit and is a supreme innate treasure refined by Yang He, so it is perfect for enhancing the magic array."

Before Yunxiao could react, the Treasure Bone Mausoleum was already radiating light, and then countless human-faced peaches surged out.

The human-faced peaches burrowed into various parts of the ground, each located at a key node of a different magic array.

Rumble.

A flash of inspiration.

Four large-scale magic arrays, twelve medium-sized magic arrays, and thirty-six small magic arrays, under the blessing of the Treasure Bone Mausoleum, had their magic array runes combined and blended into a whole.

Only a handful of immortals and Buddhas could understand the function of the Treasure Bone Tomb, but they could all feel the changes within themselves, especially those with strong physical bodies, whose strength was terrifyingly enhanced.

Sun Wukong was staggering around like a drunkard, his body covered with countless roots, his strength reaching the level of a quasi-saint. Even though he was slightly weak, he was still far superior to an ordinary Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

In addition, Yang Jian's strength has also improved significantly, reaching the peak of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm.

Yunxiao and Zhao Gongming had already achieved great success, and through the Treasure Bone Mausoleum, they further rivaled Quasi-Saints. At the same time, several immortals and Buddhas filled the vacancy of Hunyuan Golden Immortals.

"kindness."

Lu Ya Daoist groaned, clutched his chest, and collapsed to the ground.

The damage to his body and soul is irreversible, and without the supply from the Treasure Bone Mausoleum, even Lu Ya Daoist himself doesn't know how long he can hold on.

But it doesn’t matter.

Lu Ya Daoist gestured to Qingfeng Daoist that he didn't need help, and under the watchful eyes of all the immortals and Buddhas, he slowly climbed to the bottom of the Myriad Transformations Tree, facing the sky and panting heavily.

“Yang He, although I, Lu Ya, am an old man, I am still a Hunyuan Golden Immortal. I can definitely hold on until the end of the Great Calamity. I… cough cough, I’m waiting for you.”

All the immortals and Buddhas performed their duties, solemnly welcoming the arrival of the ghosts and gods.

The second round has already begun.

.........

The great voice of Shakyamuni Buddha continued to resonate throughout the mortal realm as always.

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

"All sentient beings suffer, deluded by the burning five aggregates, sinking into the ocean of birth and death. Yet the ocean of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. I make a great vow to establish Pure Land..."

Previously, when Shakyamuni Buddha expounded profound truths, all the immortals and Buddhas spoke out in rebuttal, but now, no one answers at the foot of the Myriad Transformations Tree.

Shakyamuni's smile faded slightly, and all three saints could sense that the Buddha's emotions had changed.

In fact, the three saints could not help but feel uneasy, since the situation had been out of control ever since Yang He launched his attack on Jieyin.

They had no memory of the world of classical stories, and only felt that everything was strange.

"Ugh."

Shakyamuni shook his head slightly, then concluded with a sigh.

In an instant, hordes of ghosts and spirits rushed toward the edge of the first level of hell, and the division between yin and yang, unable to bear the burden, was soon covered with cracks.

After the deaths of several thousand insignificant ghosts and spirits, the divide between Yin and Yang was broken.

An overwhelming number of ghosts and gods converged on the Myriad Transformation Tree.

Shakyamuni hesitated, which was unusual for him. According to his original plan, he should have sent one of the three saints to the mortal world to test Yang He.

"Medicine Buddha, descend to the mortal realm together with Amitabha Buddha."

The two saints dared not delay and took a step towards the mortal realm. The Heavenly Dao, which was on the verge of collapse, was utterly unable to stop the two saints.

The division between Yin and Yang is now merely a formality.

suddenly.

The prophet Shakyamuni gazed into the depths of endless hell.

hum! ! !
The first twelve levels of the Endless Hell trembled violently, and the Daoist aura suddenly spread, accompanied by dense roots that forcibly repaired the separation of Yin and Yang, quickly covering every inch of space.

The roots tightened again.

Shakyamuni realized something was wrong, and his left index finger transformed into a hundred-meter-long barrier to stop the roots.

Having undergone two reincarnations in the two scriptures, they have almost completely eliminated all the drawbacks of the Investiture of the Gods era, and their strength is undoubtedly at the level of a saint.

Moreover, with Shakyamuni's response, they subconsciously did not believe that Yang He's arrangement would pose a threat.

They soon paid the price for it; the two saints had barely crossed halfway across the endless hell when the mortal world seemed so close.

As a result, the giant web formed by countless interwoven roots suddenly contracted inward.

The two saints immediately protected themselves with Buddhist light, but the expected situation did not occur. The moment the roots touched the two saints, a chilling tearing sound came from them.

A horrifying scene unfolded.

The two saints were like eggs that had struck a rock...

Click! ! !

The body of a sage should coexist with the Dao, yet it appeared utterly vulnerable before the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree. Its skin was like a fragile piece of glass, and not even a moment of stagnation occurred.

The two saints shattered inch by inch, the Buddha's light was extinguished, and most of their flesh and bones were broken off.

The two saints stared wide-eyed, muttering incoherently. Then their tongues fell out of their mouths, along with their internal organs, and their bodies turned into a puddle of mud.

"Ugh!!"

"impossible……"

Two short, mournful cries rang out, filled with disbelief as someone faced death.

Even Shakyamuni's outstretched index finger could not stop it; it had already twisted and deformed under the pressure of the roots, with countless white bones exposed.

"I...I swear, Buddha!" ​​Amitabha Buddha, covered in pus and blood, trembled as he exclaimed, "He...could he...have become a saint?!"

popping.

The two saints' broken bodies fell heavily to the ground, their deaths even more wretched than those of mortals.

Shakyamuni could no longer maintain his composure; instead, he felt an unprecedented solemnity, because the deaths of the two saints had been fundamentally erased.

This indirectly shows that Yang He has completely mastered the Way of Heaven.

They can even manipulate the ways of Heaven as easily as using their own arms.

Shakyamuni's understanding was overturned. His recent encounter with Yang He was still fresh in his mind. At that time, the latter was only a quasi-saint. How could Yang He have been cultivating in the realm of sainthood for thousands of years?

“Buddha, it’s been a long time.”

A calm voice suddenly rang out, tinged with a hint of mockery.

When Shakyamuni came to his senses, he saw that Yang He had appeared in the first level of hell at some point, standing opposite him.

Yang He's aura was completely concealed, making him appear ordinary, like a mortal with no cultivation, with an unfathomable smile on his lips.

For the first time in thousands of years, Shakyamuni Buddha was flustered and confused.

When exactly did Yang He grow to this level? Or was it all a deliberate arrangement by the latter from beginning to end?
Shakyamuni made a decisive move, discarding his index finger, which was stuck between yin and yang.

boom.

The yin-yang boundary, which was barely maintained by the roots of the Myriad Transformations Tree, was instantly blasted open, creating a huge breach that caused a massive influx of yin energy.

"Amitabha! Enter the mortal realm and slaughter all immortals and Buddhas, destroying their very foundations!"

Shakyamuni's command was beyond question and directly commanded the body and soul of Amitabha Buddha.

Amitabha Buddha was terrified by the tragic state of the two saints. After finally calming himself down, he discovered that the situation in the mortal world was not much better.

Among the spirits and deities are many quasi-saints, who should be able to utterly destroy everything.

How could the immortals and Buddhas conferred by Yang He be a match for ghosts and gods?

As a result, the hordes of ghosts and gods were blocked by the giant magic array that enveloped the Myriad Transformation Tree, and the immortals and Buddhas have not suffered any serious casualties so far.

The spiritual patterns of the magic array flowed endlessly, unleashing all sorts of supernatural powers.

Ghosts and spirits fell like raindrops.

Sun Wukong leaped outside the magic formation, traversing among the ghosts and gods with unparalleled dominance, his golden cudgel sweeping away thousands of them into corpses; Yang Jian's third eye opened and closed continuously, frantically giving birth to grass-root gods; Yunxiao, in the center, orchestrated the formation, ensuring its flawless and perfect operation...

Amitabha Buddha could see that the stalemate was not enough to kill the ghosts and spirits.

Yang He's arrangements far exceeded their expectations!
Amitabha Buddha dared not hesitate any longer and immediately transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the mortal world.

Yang He made no attempt to stop them. The Myriad Transformation Tree was essentially a saint, and even immortals and Buddhas weren't without a chance against Amitabha Buddha. He himself needed Amitabha Buddha to thoroughly cleanse all the immortals and Buddhas.

Death and injury are irrelevant. After the Myriad Transformation Tree becomes a saint, it is able to suppress the old Heavenly Dao. The souls of all the immortals and Buddhas will return to the Dao Realm to be reincarnated.

"Yang He!!!"

"kindness?"

Yang He turned to stare at Shakyamuni, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally, we saw Shakyamuni Buddha break down! So satisfying!!!
Shakyamuni was also scrutinizing Yang He, trying to find some flaws. After a long while, he spoke in a chilling tone: "Tell me, what... did you do?"

"you guess?"

Almost the instant Yang He finished speaking, Shakyamuni could no longer contain his anger.

The two were on the verge of a fight.

"I'm coming!!"

Yang He strolled towards Shakyamuni like an old man taking a leisurely walk.

Shakyamuni's face was ashen, feeling a deep sense of humiliation, while Yang He's smile was like a million steel needles piercing his heart.

"Yang He, the extraterrestrial demons are heretics, how can you defy the will of Heaven?!"

Shakyamuni's face was contorted with rage as he tried to point at Yang He, but his missing index finger, eroded by the Tree of Myriad Transformations, had not yet grown back, making him look rather ridiculous.

"wind!!!!"

His words became law, and a gentle breeze arose out of nowhere, sweeping across Yang He.

Yang He neither dodged nor avoided the breeze. Just before the breeze hit him, his flesh and bones swelled up, transforming into a thousand-foot-tall corpse, and he closed the distance in a single step.

"die!!!"

Shakyamuni felt that Yang He was incredibly arrogant, letting the gentle breeze caress his body.

Immediately afterwards, Yang He was riddled with holes, his skull was mostly shattered, and his internal organs were severely damaged, suffering a direct and serious injury.

"Where is Yang He's soul?"

Shakyamuni frowned, not letting his apparent advantage go to his head, and intended to use the winds of the four aggregates to destroy Yang He's soul.

Yang He's mind was completely empty, and his aura, instead of weakening, became even more violent.

Little did he know that after Yang He devoured four permanent characters and achieved the Saint Realm, all his avatars underwent a complete transformation.

Once the Corpse Form is activated, the soul will merge into the body, leaving no weakness.

Shakyamuni's pupils dilated in shock. The giant corpse before him roared, taking a single step that covered a thousand miles, instantly appearing within a hundred meters.

The fist, covered in rotting flesh, slammed down on Shakyamuni without any rhyme or reason.

Shakyamuni Buddha unleashed a supreme innate treasure, an artifact called the Seven Treasures Golden Lotus, which flashed by, its faint lotus light protecting his body and soul.

Click! ! !
As Yang He unleashed his attack, the seven-jeweled golden lotus, imbued with immeasurable Buddhist light, shattered into countless fragments before Shakyamuni's incredulous gaze.

"Water! Fire! Earth!"

Shakyamuni was both surprised and angry, and uttered three words in succession.

"The Four Aggregates? Shakyamuni, do you possess any supernatural powers that I am unaware of?"

Yang He continued to resist in his corpse form, his flesh and bones flying everywhere, and even though his bones were broken, it did not affect his agility.

He swung his fist again, bending another demon-subduing pestle!

"Stubborn to the end! Addicted to the five desires!"

Shakyamuni immediately changed his strategy, invoking the five desires and inner demons.

He was far from being as indifferent as he appeared. Among all the beings in this world, only three sages knew about the Four Aggregates. Could it be that the three sages told Yang He about it?

"The Five Desires!!!"

Greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt—these five desires parasitize Yang He's body and soul.

Yang He instantly switched to his ghost form, and a strange gray mist swept out. Shakyamuni's five desires could not erode his body and soul at all. Instead, they were like water droplets thrown into a pot of oil, disappearing into thin air amidst the violent boiling of countless eyes.

"Huh?!" Yang He disappeared from Shakyamuni's sight again.

Roar! ! !
He opened his mouth and exhaled a beam of Buddha light that pierced through more than twenty levels of hell. The impatience in his heart was so real that it was hard to suppress if he didn't vent it.

"wrong!"

Shakyamuni immediately realized that something was wrong with his mind, and then he heard Yang He's loud laughter, the source of which was actually inside his body.

His attempt to steal a chicken backfired, and the five desires did not affect Yang He.

However, the ghost form that Yang He had transformed into possessed his body.

“Get out!!!”

Shakyamuni spread his arms, the Buddha's light scorching his own body and soul, forcibly forcing Yang He out by inflicting a thousand wounds on the enemy and eight hundred wounds on himself.

His flesh and bones immediately felt as if countless insects and ants were gnawing at them.

puff.

In the next instant, Yang He burst out from Shakyamuni's back and reformed into a gray mist filled with eyes.

Shakyamuni was in so much pain that his back was bent, and his wound could not heal for a while.

The repeated setbacks caused Shakyamuni to become somewhat dazed. He fell to the ground and did not get up immediately, his chest and abdomen heaving violently.

Yang He looked at Shakyamuni indifferently, as if enjoying his predicament.

Shakyamuni, disheveled and utterly disgraced, could not understand how Yang He could see through the true nature of all his supernatural powers.

Yang He approached the collapsed Shakyamuni step by step, his eyes calm and unwavering, as if he were witnessing a predetermined ending.

"Yang He!!!"

Shakyamuni suddenly raised his head and let out a roar full of resentment and venom, the last trace of reason in his eyes being replaced by madness.

Yang He's gaze sharpened, and he saw that Shakyamuni was radiating Buddhist light.

Rumble.

Shakyamuni voluntarily relinquished his body and soul, and instantly vanished into nothingness.

An indescribable Buddhist light swept across the entire endless hell. Even Yang He had to temporarily avoid its sharp edge and use his Buddhist form to disperse his body and soul into countless small Buddhas to form a human wall.

The human wall was torn apart, but there was no major damage to the mortal realm.

The aura of Shakyamuni has completely vanished, as if he had never existed.

The endless hell fell into an eerie silence.

Yang He returned to normal, and his spiritual vision surged wildly at this moment, as if breaking through a certain threshold and perceiving a purer essence.

He immediately realized something was wrong and flashed back to the mortal realm.

The battle between the immortals and Buddhas and Amitabha Buddha was at its most intense. With the blessing of the Tree of Myriad Transformations, the immortals and Buddhas, though unable to defeat Amitabha Buddha, were barely able to maintain their undefeated status.

Amitabha Buddha, however, grew increasingly impatient due to the prolonged failure to achieve his goal.

"Extraterrestrial demon, you..."

Yang He's sudden appearance brought the battlefield to a standstill for a moment.

When Amitabha Buddha saw Yang He return alone, and the aura of Shakyamuni had disappeared, he was first stunned, and then boundless fear overwhelmed his mind.

"No... Impossible..."

Yang He didn't give Amitabha Buddha any time to react, or even glance at him. He simply raised his palm and pressed it down on Amitabha Buddha from a distance, creating a shockwave.

Amitabha Buddha has a flat head, followed by his torso.

Immediately, his body and soul were compressed into a one-micron-sized meat patty, and the ghosts and gods also turned into fragments.

After casually slapping Amitabha Buddha to death, Yang He glanced at the astonished immortals and Buddhas, "The great calamity is approaching, and we cannot stay here any longer. You should all return to the Dao Realm for temporary refuge."

Before the immortals and Buddhas could respond, he had a thought, and the Myriad Transformations Tree released a vast Daoist aura, taking all the immortals and Buddhas into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm.

Boom, boom! ! !

The world has reached its end; endless hell begins from its deepest depths, shattering layer after layer! Utter and complete collapse.

The endless aura of the void has lost its restraint from the Heavenly Dao.

Like a tsunami bursting its banks and engulfing endless hell, it surged toward the mortal realm with unstoppable force!

Yang He also noticed that distorted facial features formed on the surface of the black water.

Shakyamuni was not dead. To be precise, his remaining thoughts clung to the black water, and when the time came, he chose a path of self-destruction no different from that of Tang Sanzang.

Roar! ! !
Shakyamuni merged with the wailing of countless vengeful spirits, his roar echoing throughout heaven and earth. *Bang!*
Yang He could clearly sense that Shakyamuni's intelligence had been greatly diminished, leaving only resentment, and a desire to drag him down with him.

He gazed at Shakyamuni, his brows furrowed with pity.

Yang He knew there was no way to avoid it, so he used the Immortal Transformation Technique to its fullest extent, and the five-colored divine light spread to every part of his body and soul without reservation.

The three aspects of the Corpse Demon Buddha are integrated into one through their connection with the Demon aspect.

His body grew at an abnormally rapid pace.

Five thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang, fifty thousand zhang, one hundred thousand zhang!

Bodies filled the mortal realm.

Yang He stood with the sky above him and the netherworld beneath his feet, then stood quietly, welcoming the arrival of the black water, letting the aura of the void engulf him.

Coldness, deathly silence, chaos... accompanied by indescribable negative emotions.

In absolute silence, time loses its meaning, and Yang He, having adapted to the aura of the Void, need not worry about his body and soul being destroyed.

He could initially hear Shakyamuni's resentful whispers, which attempted to undermine his will and lure the two into becoming one.

"Yang He, you and I are of the same origin. Returning to nothingness is eternity."

Yang He remained unmoved, abandoning the maintenance of his enormous human form. Under the pressure of the Void, his body slowly curled up, like a baby returning to its mother's womb, rising and falling in the amniotic fluid.

The Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm resides deep within the body, protecting all living beings.

Countless centuries, perhaps millennia, or even tens of thousands of years have passed...

The voice of Shakyamuni, filled with resentment, gradually weakened and eventually disappeared completely.

Even Yang He's consciousness began to blur, fragments of memory flashing by like fleeting shadows, revealing many unknown sights.

The Ruins of Guixu, like a plague in the universe, swept through one world after another that shone with the light of civilization, including that blue planet, Yang He's 'hometown' in his memory.

Yang He's memory contains countless souls experiencing fear before their annihilation.

The souls converged, and in the deepest part of the Ruins of Return, a faint glimmer of light miraculously emerged, which was Yang He.

"So... I'm not just Yang He."

Yang Hesheng had an epiphany, like lightning piercing the eternal night sky.

"I am the embodiment of billions of souls. My self-perception as a 'transmigrator' and my self-perception as 'Yang He' are merely an identity anchor constructed by the aggregate."

[Spiritual Vision: 212.8 billion]

The spiritual vision represents the 20 billion souls of the hometown. As Yang He's spiritual vision grows, it also digests the obsessions of his fellow villagers.

Now... I am Guixu, and Guixu is me.

The Void has no time or space, which is why it can travel through time and space using spiritual vision.

Yang He regained full consciousness.

The aura of the Void became gentle, flowing like rivers into the sea into Yang He's body, or more precisely, towards the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm!

The black water surged into the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Realm, but instead transformed into nourishment for the new world.

Yang He noticed that the mountains and rivers within the Myriad Transformations Heavenly Dao Realm had been reshaped, the sun and moon had changed, mortals were thriving in a stable environment, towns were springing up, and even steel jungles had appeared.

Cars constantly move through the flashing neon lights.

Immortals and Buddhas reside in the upper realm shrouded in clouds and mist, governing the laws of heaven.

At the highest point of Heaven, the Three Pure Ones gazed in the direction of Yang He, nodding slightly, as if congratulating him, or as if bidding farewell to an era and welcoming a new era ruled by Yang He.

Yang He withdrew his consciousness and found himself in a vast, boundless void.

From afar, the spiritual vision revealed that in a region requiring thousands of years of travel, there were strangely shaped Daoist planets spanning the void.

Yang He regained his human form and quietly disappeared into the void.

(End of this chapter)