Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1054 Question and Answer

Before Xu Xuan could even open his mouth to test the waters, the other party calmly began to recount the past of the Heavenly Venerable.

Starting with history and spouting mythology, they certainly establish a high-class image, leaving people unable to fathom their depth.

At least someone quietly put away the Shura Blade that was poised to strike, and put the poison sand back into their sleeve.

Using a second-rate magic weapon on such a mysterious figure with divine markings on his forehead and an extraordinary aura would be somewhat disrespectful.

But this does not mean letting your guard down. Instead, you keep your weapon hidden, with your right hand behind your back, ready to draw the Chilong Sword given to you by Bai Suzhen at any time.

The soft armor made up of various scriptures beneath the clothes had been secretly activated, and the Victorious Evil Sword in the Calamity Land let out a mournful cry.

Of course, Xu Xuan's expression became even more gentle, and his eyes were calm and composed, without a trace of murderous intent.

Only my vigilance has reached its peak.

Where is this place?
It is the Northern Capital Luofeng Netherworld Hell, surrounded by the Yellow Springs!

In this desolate and deathly place filled with vengeful spirits, there should not be such a being that embodies the pure and spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

So Xu Xuan greeted him with a smile and respectfully called him "Senior".

Taking the opportunity, he inquired, "I was unaware that you were cultivating here, senior. I apologize for disturbing you earlier. May I ask your honorable title?"

She wore a smile, but countless thoughts were already racing through her mind.

If he's lucky, perhaps it's some righteous old master who lives in seclusion in hell, who sees his potential and specially appears to guide him.

Bad luck was to be expected, after all, the underworld is full of dangers, and I was mentally prepared.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't shy away from their background or hide their origins; instead, they spoke frankly with a touch of composure and pride:
“I am a sacred being born of heaven and earth, and was once an ally of Ji Xuanyuan.”

Upon hearing this, Xu Xuan was shocked, but he remained expressionless. He simply took a few more steps closer to the statue of the Heavenly Venerable, almost touching the stone statue of the Nine-Headed Lion.

Uh-huh.

well.

The unexpected finally happened, and it was none other than the legendary real BOSS blocking the door!

Good heavens! Nobody ever said that Yayu could maintain human form.
Xu Xuan quickly recalled all the records about this ancient evil god.

Before becoming an ally of the Yellow Emperor, this creature was indeed a primordial being born of heaven and earth, initially possessing a snake's body and a human face—exceptionally advanced, considered the most orthodox of all.

But after the first resurrection, didn't it turn into a monster with a dragon's head and tiger's claws?

It now seems that the resurrected Yayu has struck a balance between monster and holiness, and has even taken on a human form.

The presentation was indeed quite good, and Xu Xuan even felt that the other party had some of his own charm.

His speaking style was also pretentious; the composure and arrogance that emanated from his very bones truly befitted his status as an ancient deity.

So Xu adopted the attitude of a junior, his face beaming with a warm smile:

"Senior is a famous figure from ancient times. How can you linger outside to talk? Please come in! This hall is quiet and peaceful, perfect for enjoying tea and discussing philosophy with you."

The other party was clearly taken aback upon hearing this.

The composure he had displayed while recounting the past of the Celestial Venerable outside the door froze instantly.

Looking at the wisps of smoke rising from the hall, and the celestial statue exuding the azure Daoist aura, he calmly said:

"I can not."

Xu Xuan was speechless at this sudden sincerity.

No, your appearance and entrance style shouldn't be like this!
Shouldn't he have scoffed, "What's so special about the mere Heavenly Venerable Hall?" and strode in?

However, since he didn't dare to come in, he suddenly felt much more confident and his steps, which were originally going to retreat, became steady.

The scene could also be interpreted in another way—it turns out that it wasn't Yayu who blocked the Father, but the Father who blocked Yayu!

The first round between the two sides can barely be considered a draw.

Thinking this through, Xu Xuan felt he could push his luck a bit further. Since they were speaking so sincerely, he might as well try to probe for information face-to-face.

"Senior, I heard that you perished under the arrow of Yi the Archer. How can you be resurrected?"

He asked directly, his eyes fixed on the other person's expression.

Whether it's getting angry and scolding someone or talking nonsense, it's all a form of intelligence.

Unexpectedly, the honest Yayu actually answered: "There is still some of the potency of the elixir of immortality left."

It's true that the ancient human race was honest; the immortal elixir that the Yellow Emperor commissioned six great shamans to concoct had an effect that was far beyond what was expected.

So even though he was shot down by Yi, his soul core was still protected by the remaining medicinal power, and he eventually fell into the underworld.

“The soul wanders in the netherworld, and it took countless years to repair even a part of it,” Yayu continued to explain, her tone as calm as if she were talking about someone else’s affairs. “Now that it lacks flesh and blood to rely on, it needs to devour humans to restore its monster form and complete its true resurrection.”

The underlying principle is simple and reasonable.

Even the reason why human flesh and blood are needed has been explained.

After being resurrected, he was punished by Heaven; resurrection violated the rules. Therefore, he could not become an ally of the Yellow Emperor, but instead became an enemy of the human race.

From a sacred being to a madman driven by instinct.

This resurrection will still be unable to break free from its constraints, and may even result in the loss of something.

As for why someone would want to survive after losing so much, well, who wouldn't want to live? The key, of course, is the elixir of immortality. It's a wonderful thing.

Xu Xuan had already died once, and his account in the Book of Life and Death had been removed in the underworld.

If their soul hadn't been protected back then, and they had been killed by the Dragon-Slaying Palm, they would have been completely annihilated, without even the chance of reincarnation.

This elixir of immortality can actually revive someone even after they've died twice; it's practically a divine object that defies fate.

Just as they were about to press for more details about the elixir of immortality, Yayu suddenly spoke up: "It's my turn to ask."

You're not stupid.

The Father was somewhat disappointed, but then he thought, "That's what makes it interesting."

He waved his hand generously and said, "Please ask, senior."

After all, only by getting the other side to ask can this interesting pre-war intelligence exchange continue.

"What is the world like now?"

good question!
This is the underworld's own menstrual patch.

Xu Xuan's spirits lifted, and he immediately reverted to the same argument he had used to answer Duke Zhuang of Zheng, even embellishing it with the names of the Dragon King of the Yangtze River, the Arhat Who Subdued the Dragon, and the Calamity King of the Huai River, creating a terrifying spectacle:
"Nowadays, the human world is in chaos. The Dragon King of the Yangtze River has a violent temper and will flood 20,000 miles of rivers if things don't go his way. The Arhat who subdues dragons is even more ferocious and only targets great demons like you to help them pass on. There is also the Calamity King of the Huai River, who almost flooded 2,000 miles of riverbeds on the day he awoke and even attacked the Yu King's Palace."

He spoke at length, describing the human world as more terrifying than hell.

Basically, the gist is that if you dare to stand up for yourself, these ruthless, bloodthirsty, and ruthless evil demons who stir up trouble every day will come knocking on your door.

Who knew that Yayu didn't care about any of this at all.

The demons of ancient times were far more chaotic than those of this era. They followed the Yellow Emperor in his campaigns, fighting countless fierce and evil spirits. This little bit of trouble was nothing to frighten them.

On the contrary, it was a detail that Xu Xuan casually mentioned.
"A human dared to slap the Human King!"

Yayu murmured to herself, a genuine shock appearing in her dark, jade-like eyes for the first time.

"A human dares to slap the Human King! A human dares to slap the Human King!"

He repeated the sentence three times, and with each repetition, the incredulity in his tone deepened.

In ancient times, the human king conquered heaven and earth, ruling over all races. Even the most ferocious demons dared not so desecrate the human king's majesty. The noblest deities dared not disrespect the human king's dignity.

This shocked Him more than any dragon king or arhat—it was a subversion of the entire human order.

His eyes then darkened, and his aura, besides being serene, also revealed a hint of chaos and savagery.

Despite being a monster transformed from a naturally divine being, and already on the opposing side of humanity, its eyes still revealed pure, terrifying killing intent.

What on earth does this mean?

Xu Xuan looked at the chilling aura surging in the other person's dark, jade-like eyes and couldn't help but wonder:
Is this all the respect you have for the king of the human race?
And you're putting a lot of pressure on me.

The Sima family is really different from what you think of them.

Xu Xuan gained a more peculiar understanding of the ancient deities and realized once again how prestigious the common rulers of the human race, such as the Yellow Emperor and Yu the Great, were in that era.

Even the saints who were once their enemies held such a deep-rooted awe for the King of Men.

And when the aftermath of that question had subsided, he prepared to ask further questions.
Yayu was actually preparing to leave.

As a sacred being born of heaven and earth, He has the instinct to predict the future and guide those who have lost their way.

Today, I suddenly sensed a different future trajectory emerging in the Yellow Springs Hell, so my soul followed the guidance from the unseen world and came to the Heavenly Venerable Palace.

Here, He encountered a strange human cultivator.

Their styles were similar to those of the allies who fought alongside Him in ancient times, which led to this brief contact.

Looking at it now, it really does resemble those people.

It's true that I initially hesitated, and it's true that I was wary. But the subsequent equal exchange was genuine, and the attempt to gain the upper hand in conversation was also very real.

Especially the barely concealed murderous intent emanating from the other party. That posture of maintaining politeness while being ready to draw a sword at any moment is truly something to miss.

Weren't all the powerful human beings of ancient times like this?

Since that's the case, the fun is over.

I don't care about what happens next.

Yayu glanced at Xu Xuan one last time before her figure slowly dissipated into the ghostly mist, leaving only a faint utterance echoing in the hall:
"If you want to stop me, let's fight."

Xu Xuan: Wuzhiqi is the same way; if you want to stop him, you have to challenge him to a fight.

Ancient times were indeed simple and honest.

However, based on the intelligence gathered so far, the strategy may need to be revised.

The battlefield wasn't in the underworld, but in the netherworld.

interesting.

Moreover, he didn't gain anything from this conversation; the old man is quite wise after all.

A barely perceptible spark ignited in the eyes of the younger generation of humans, and the will to fight resonated within their blood.

(End of this chapter)