Mythology

Chapter 195: Hanba Spiritual Root
Yang He drove the drought dragon and felt it was as easy as controlling his own arm. However, if he wanted to unleash the power of the drought dragon's corpse, he still needed to take the initiative.

"Hehe, you can totally use the Third Prince as a Yin Bao."

After Hanlong's immortal body stabilized, Yang He felt the gratitude again.

The corpse-transmigrating immortal body was blessed by part of the drought dragon's corpse, and the power of the drought and plague was greatly increased. At the same time, the corpse immortal leader also benefited greatly.

"Only one of my Dharma bodies has merged into the Corpse Reincarnation Immortal Body and turned into a Corpse Immortal Head. The remaining two are ordinary mortal heads. In fact, I can completely merge the Immaculate Ghost Body into one of them."

Yang He was thoughtful. The three-headed and six-armed Dharmakaya is essentially a transformed ghost. One of its heads is related to the Pure Ghost Buddha and can also receive blessings.

As soon as he thought about it, the drought dragon sank deep into the ground.

The dragon skin left over from the previous baptism of heavenly thunder fell into the mustard seed space.

Although they are all his regular characters, it is still a bit unreasonable to use them as Yin Bao in front of Jiang Ziya.

Let Hanlong consolidate his cultivation for the time being, and then perform the role when necessary.

Whoosh.

A fiery red light flashed by.

Nezha landed next to Yang He and looked at Lei Zhenzi with interest.

Lei Zhenzi was suspended in mid-air, the marks of heavenly thunder burns on the surface of his skin turned into Taoist rhyme, his heart was beating, and a weak Yin fire was burning.

"Junior brother, was this evil spirit born from the Nine Dragon Stream?"

"kindness."

Nezha exclaimed: "What a natural born freak! If Master sees this, maybe Qianyuan Mountain will have another true disciple."

Lei Zhenzi opened his eyes and stared at Yang He with burning eyes.

"Humph."

Even though Yang He had already advanced to the state of concentration, Nezha still chose to protect Yang He behind him, and suddenly a blazing flame burst out of his fire spear.

"Brother Nezha, Lei Zhenzi has no ill intentions."

Lei Zhenzi flapped his wings and moved closer. Sharp purple dragon horns grew on his forehead, and his wind and thunder wings were also covered with a layer of fine scales.

"Lei...Lei Zhenzi."

He imitated Yang He's tone of voice and then took the initiative to restrain his negative energy.

Yang He took away nearly one third of the heavenly thunder, but he did not treat Lei Zhenzi unfairly. A lot of the drought dragon's blood was integrated into Lei Zhenzi's body.

Lei Zhenzi's strength is slightly weaker than expected, but his foundation is obviously stronger.

Yang He licked his lips. In this case, Lei Zhenzi would be a more suitable replacement. However, he should not be too greedy. It would not make sense to capture all the cultivators of the Chan sect in one fell swoop.

At least we have to wait until the Conferred God Ceremony is over before we can find a way to replace it.

Lei Zhenzi opened his mouth wide, with an extremely ugly smile.

He pointed to the ground, then to Yang He, and could feel the aura of the immortal body that came from the same origin, "We are brothers... brothers."

"Brother, brother."

Yang He jumped up and patted Lei Zhenzi on the shoulder.

Nezha curled his lips in disdain, suspended in the air with his feet on the Wind Fire Wheel, looking down at Lei Zhenzi.

Lei Zhenzi did not act like a bluff at all and seemed to be very afraid of Nezha. He stood behind Yang He and was in a dilemma.

"Brother Nezha, how is your fire?"

"It's completely clean. Not a blade of grass grows within thirty miles."

Yang He changed the topic and talked with Nezha about the recent situation, and learned that Chaoge's actions to gather an army were becoming more and more obvious.

The Thirty-Six-Army Invasion of Xiqi will definitely break out before the beginning of spring.

After a while, Jiang Ziya arrived at the devastated Jiulong Gorge.

"Uncle Jiang, Junior Brother Longxuhu has regained consciousness. We have both successfully advanced to the Concentrated Mind Realm. All we need to do next is stabilize ourselves."

Jiang Ziya breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Lei Zhenzi was born with the ability to cultivate to the state of concentration, he couldn't help but show joy on his face. He was going to be another great general.

"Uncle Jiang, I named him Lei Zhenzi."

Jiang Ziya said with a hint of regret: "It's a pity that there is no time for Lei Zhenzi to become a disciple of the Twelve Golden Immortals and practice for a year or so. Otherwise, his magical powers would not be weaker than yours."

"Uncle Jiang, you should accept Lei Zhenzi as your apprentice, and then hand him over to Brother Yang Jian. You just need to teach him how to use thunder."

Lei Zhenzi's thunder is Yin thunder, but it is still very effective against evil spirits. At the same time, his natural physical strength is comparable to that of a real dragon.

In Yang He's impression, Lei Zhenzi achieved sainthood in the flesh and finally became the God of Thunder.

"There is another benefit to not replacing Lei Zhenzi."

"Journey to the West is all about connections. The eight divisions of the Heavenly Palace all have relatives and friends. I don't believe that the story of havoc in Heaven cannot be completed."

Jiang Ziya understood Yang He’s thoughts. Yang Jian had mastered many superior Taoist traditions, and Lei Zhenzi would benefit greatly if he learned just one.

"Row."

Jiang Ziya was overjoyed as he had picked up a disciple with a natural immortal body for free.

Lei Zhenzi did not resist. Although he was born not long ago, his intelligence was growing very fast and he soon understood the pros and cons of failure.

Just as Jiang Ziya was about to take Lei Zhenzi away, he paused for a few breaths.

"Yang He, Nezha, let me remind you that you must not lose your composure. Chaoge will never attack the city openly."

"kindness."

Yang He nodded in agreement.

He remembered that before two armies fought, they often engaged in one-on-one duels.

There will also be battles between generals in the Conferred Gods War, but the martial arts arena is located in Xiqi, and as the weaker side, one can only wait for the enemy to initiate a battle between generals.

"Here." Jiang Ziya threw two tokens to Yang He and the other man.

The token was their title in Xiqi, just an empty name, but Jifa still asked the craftsmen to make it quickly.

Yang He's title was General Zhenguan, and Nezha's title was General Vanguard.

"General? Interesting."

Nezha played with the token and put it around his waist.

Yang He's face showed excitement. Unlike the previous stories, he was standing on the front line of the Conferred God Ceremony. It really felt like he was living in a myth.

Jiang Ziya did not mention the matter of leading the troops either, as the two of them only held nominal positions.

Among the several third-generation disciples, only Huang Tianhua has the ability to lead troops in battle.

Yang He watched Jiang Ziya leave, then turned to ask Nezha: "Brother Nezha, do you have any follow-up content for the Three-Headed, Six-Armed Dharmakaya?"

"My senior brother taught you this."

Nezha was very decisive. He spit out a spark that landed on Yang He's forehead. Soon, the cultivation steps of the Hunyuan and Guixu realms flooded into his mind.

"After returning to the ruins, it involves becoming an immortal. Master said that he can only tell me the relevant content after returning to Qianyuan Mountain."

Yang He digested the method and it was easy to tell at a glance whether he was his biological son.

Nezha's three-headed, six-armed Dharma body was covered with annotations. Taiyi Zhenren was afraid that his senior brother would not be able to understand it, so he wanted to explain it word by word.

"The Hunyuan Realm corresponds to the Yin Shen ghost, and the Guixu Realm corresponds to the Netherworld ghost."

The Hunyuan Realm allows the ghost domain to form a unique small world, and the Guixu Realm, as the name suggests, is a small world that already has certain rules and can even produce resources to be self-sufficient.

After reaching a further level in Guixu Realm, the Ghost Realm can become a true Taoist temple.

Yang He threw the black cat to Nezha to play with, closed his eyes and sorted out the gains from breaking through the bottleneck. Subtle changes had occurred in the entire Niwan Palace.

The pupil ghost and the powerful ghost occupy half of the Niwan Palace.

The two ghost realms were projected onto the Niwan Palace, making it look like a small chaotic world at its infancy. Half of the sun was suspended in the air, and the sunlight it emitted was winding and twisted, with countless pupils in it.

The other half was covered with bones and various limbs growing everywhere.

The descending ghost has no ghost domain. It hangs together with the soul at the junction of the two ghosts, and also has several Yin instruments that it carries with it.

Yang He could feel that he was becoming more and more comfortable with the use of the ghost domain.

Once the ghost domain is released, everything within the range will be affected, but if the ghost domain is destroyed, its foundation will easily be damaged.

The cultivators in both ancient and modern worlds regard the ghost realm as their trump card.

The state of concentration is divided into four steps.

The first is "taking root", the so-called taking root means implanting spiritual roots into the ghost.

The ghost realm turns into a small world in the Hunyuan realm, and the spiritual root is the basis for the small world to breed its own Yin energy, which is equivalent to regenerating blood vessels and meridians.

The subsequent 'soul development', 'branch growth' and 'leaf growth' in the state of concentration all revolve around the spiritual root.

Yang He had a subtle expression. Spiritual roots were acquired through cultivation. Any object containing Yin energy could be refined into a spiritual root, including plants, rocks, flesh, bones, and internal organs.

He realized that the rare objects in the main world were very suitable as spiritual roots.

"Brother Nezha, what is the spiritual root you have refined in the Concentrated Spirit Realm?"

Nezha thought for a moment, as if recalling his own cultivation process, and after a long time he replied: "A red fairy date given by my master."

He chanted the spell, and fiery red lines spread from his forehead to his entire body.

"Master said that once you become an immortal, spiritual roots will sprout on the top of your head, and eventually grow into the three flowers of essence, energy and spirit that gather at the top of your head."

Nezha added hesitantly: "No matter how many magical powers you learn, they are all the three flowers gathered at the top of the head. Junior brother, you have to refine your spiritual roots for both magical powers, so you need to connect different spiritual roots."

"So the more magical powers one has, the more difficult it is to become an immortal."

Yang He thought about it carefully and believed that the Corpse Immortal Head was the initial form of one of the three flowers.

Therefore, the spiritual roots refined by the powerful ghost must be extremely yin, and have some leaning towards corpse. Even if they are placed in the main world, they are still difficult to find.

"Junior brother, you don't have to worry too much. Master must have prepared spiritual roots for you, and it shouldn't be long before they are sent to Xiqi."

"correct."

Nezha reacted belatedly and took out a wooden box from his arms.

"Master asked me to bring it to you. I almost forgot."

Yang He opened the wooden box, and the unpleasant stench of corpse hit him in the face. Inside was a tree species shaped like an eyeball, and its pupil was constantly moving.

【Hanba Spiritual Root】

[Originally it was the left eye of Hanba, but after being refined by Taiyi Zhenren, it could be used for cultivation in the state of concentration.]

Yang He was quite speechless. If he hadn't mentioned his spiritual roots, Nezha might not even remember them after the Battle of the Gods.

"Master is indeed foresighted. Junior brother, I will come to find you again after some time."

Nezha fled away, and the black cat collapsed to the ground, feeling relieved.

Yang He put away the Hanba spiritual root, intending to consolidate his cultivation before refining it.

"The power ghost has the help of Taiyi Zhenren, but the pupil ghost can only handle it on his own. Where can I find a spiritual root with the characteristics of a poison?"

The only thing to be thankful for is that the descending ghost does not need to be implanted with spiritual roots.

The descending ghost is like a parasite of the two ghosts, and can be promoted by relying on the two ghosts' feedback.

Yang He closed his eyes and practiced, secretly thinking about how to refine his spiritual roots.

After a few days, Xiqi seemed peaceful on the surface, but there were rumors of evil spirits appearing in many places, and it seemed that a war without gunpowder had begun.

In other words, the fight has already begun.

(End of this chapter)