Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1057 Calling the Wind and Rain
The demons in the core area all raised their heads at the same time, looking at the suddenly changing sky.

The first thing that is perceived is not the change on a material level, but that the most fundamental "rules" of this desolate land are being forcibly rewritten.

The chilling, deathly, and resentful atmosphere that filled the air began to be permeated and stirred by a law of "life" from a distant shore.

The air, which was originally perpetually filled with the putrid smell of the underworld, was strangely mixed with a hint of dampness.

This was not the refreshing scent of rain, but rather the chilling, menacing smell of impending thunder and storm. It was an aura of destruction and rebirth, a strange phenomenon born from the collision of the laws of heaven and earth.

In the gloomy sky, the ghostly energy that had been eternally flowing back towards the core blood vortex began to show visible turbulence, and all the air currents began to twist and swirl uncontrollably.

At first, it was just a low, mournful howl, stirring up pale bone dust and ashes on the ground, drawing eerie vortexes on the scorched earth; in the blink of an eye, the howl transformed into a sharp shriek that tore at the eardrums, and visible streaks of bluish-black wind, like the long whips wielded by a giant god, lashed fiercely at the surface of the Yellow Springs River and the islands, stirring up towering, turbid waves.

Immediately afterwards, the color of the sky changed.

It did not become brighter, but rather, on top of the original dim yellow and blood-red hues, a deeper, more oppressive lead gray was deposited.

The clouds were forcibly condensed from nothingness by great supernatural power, so thick and heavy that it felt as if countless stone slabs were pressing down on them. Ominous dark purple lightning flashed constantly at the edges of these lead-gray clouds, and each flash made the demons below tremble in their souls.

The dampness in the air suddenly intensified, turning into a bone-chilling cold.

The Yellow Springs River began to boil restlessly, with countless huge bubbles rising on its turbid surface, bursting with a sickening hiss.

Even more alarming is that the water level of the entire river is dropping at a visible rate, not seeping into the ground, but turning into thick, yellowish water vapor that rises upstream into the sky.

Before the large raindrops even began to fall, a terrifying premonition that they would be completely washed away and cleansed by the torrential rain had already enveloped the hearts of all the demons and ghosts like a cold spider web.

At the heart of this celestial anomaly, an extreme depth of darkness is forming. It is not darkness itself, but rather the essential color that emerges when the water elemental energy is condensed to its extreme.

The hornless dragon's form no longer concealed itself, appearing and disappearing in the clouds, constantly circling and wandering.

The immense and unparalleled water elemental energy and storm power are crossing the boundary between Yin and Yang, emitting a deep, rumbling sound like thousands of rivers surging simultaneously.

The sound grew louder and louder, eventually transforming into a dragon's roar that shook the entire hell!

Its power was so great that it even temporarily suppressed the bloodlust pulsation of the core island, causing the heartbeat that resounded throughout the heavens and earth to freeze for a moment.

The wind is blowing—it has already torn through space.

The rain-summoning technique is gathering the power to obliterate everything.

This is not the power of nature, but the will of the strong, which is forcibly rewriting the weather of this world.

Xu Xuan felt the surging magical power and a delighted smile appeared on his lips.

When he was in the human world, he always felt restricted, with humane rules everywhere, and he was afraid that he might accidentally hurt innocent people or disrupt order.

Then isn't Bai Suzhen the same?
This ancient demon, capable of wielding immense power in the mortal realm, could only influence the area of ​​Dongting Lake at most. This wasn't the limit of its supernatural abilities, but rather the boundary drawn by the Heavenly Dao for the human world.

In the underworld, they naturally became very unrestrained.

The demons were terrified.

In this eternally silent hell of the underworld, they have not experienced the weather of the mortal world, such as wind and rain, for a very, very long time.

Some young demons only know the concept of "rain" from their inherited memories. If they want to witness it with their own eyes, they can only risk traveling to a specific level of hell to see this wonder.

Unexpectedly, today, a "kind-hearted person" personally carried this rainstorm to their doorstep.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The piercing screams echoed on both sides of the Yellow Springs, and panic spread like a plague among the demons.

"Over there! Right behind the sea of ​​spider lilies!"

"That handsome, tall, and imposing human man is the enemy!!!"

"I'm going to die, I'm really going to die."

Several powerful demon leaders immediately located Xu Xuan and his companions, transforming into streaks of black smoke and rushing towards them.

They knew very well that if they did not interrupt this terrifying divine power in time, the entire legion would face annihilation.

But this was nothing more than a dying struggle.

If Xu Xuan had used his own unorthodox and unorthodox magic, there might have been a chance of him being interrupted midway. However, what he was using now was a divine power that Bai Suzhen had refined by expending her cultivation. This was almost a perfect form that could be achieved at the mortal level; how could a few mere demons easily break through it?
Besides, if you really want to get close to the core of the spell, Stone King, this dedicated guard, is no pushover.

Does this rock-spirited demon king still remember the embarrassing situation he faced when he first arrived in the Underworld, when he was besieged by a group of Karami because he lacked magical power?

At this moment, it was seething with anger. When it saw a demon rushing towards it recklessly, it immediately brandished its trident to meet it.

"Well done!"

Stone King roared and unleashed his battle techniques, maintaining his unparalleled power.

The precisely calculated battle trajectory instantly tore the three-headed wolf demon at the forefront to pieces. The blood mist exploded in the air, only to be purified into wisps of green smoke by the approaching rain.

Duke Zhuang of Zheng, Wusheng, also provided some restraint from the other side.

Although this Spring and Autumn Period overlord was beaten quite badly and was almost torn apart by the demon's claws several times, he could only rely on his agile movements to roll around on the ground to dodge.

But no matter what, he was very involved.

With this slight delay, the rain clouds in the sky finally gathered completely. The leaden-gray clouds were so thick they seemed to weigh down the entire hell, and dark purple lightning bolts danced wildly within them. The pent-up celestial waters had finally reached the critical point of eruption.

Wherever the wind passed, smaller demons were instantly swept into the air, their bodies sliced ​​by countless invisible blades, turning into a shower of blood, flesh, and ice shards.

Even the thick-skinned trolls were frozen stiff by the chilling wind, their bodies covered in a thick, dark blue ice shell, making them move sluggishly as if they were stuck in a swamp.

The gale completely dispersed and tore apart the pervasive demonic mist, revealing the terrified faces of the demons behind it.

The ghostly mist that they relied on for shelter was completely purified, leaving them utterly exposed to the impending downpour.

Then, large raindrops finally began to fall.

Snapped!
A demon looking up at the sky suddenly felt a chill on its forehead. A drop of yellowish-brown rainwater easily pierced through its soul, running from the top of its head straight to the soles of its feet.

A strange sense of clarity welled up inside me.

The anger, resentment, and violence that usually lingered in my soul were instantly washed away by this single drop of rain.

"Being a ghost... seems pretty boring."

It thought blankly, and realized that jumping into the underworld and disappearing completely was also a good option.

The moment this thought arose, the soul began to decompose into ashes, drifting and falling into the Yellow Springs River not far away.

Those with the great supernatural power to summon wind and rain naturally know how to make use of what's available.

The inexhaustible Yellow Spring water in this hell, after being refined by supernatural powers, merges with true water to form a unique purifying rain.

The Yellow Springs are capable of erasing memories and purifying obsessions; now, with the blessing of supernatural powers, their effectiveness is more than a hundred times greater.

Despite the wind and rain, the treatment was extremely effective.

One course of treatment can solve your problems.

Then, the drizzle suddenly turned into a torrential downpour.

Each raindrop was as sharp as an arrow, carrying the power to purify all evil, and frantically struck every inch of hell.

The shield formed by demonic power melted away like paper before such might of heaven and earth. Those demons who relied on the toughness of their fur and scales were horrified to find that their defenses were rapidly corroding and falling away in the rain, revealing the bright red flesh and stark white bones beneath.

Immediately, the flesh and blood melted and disintegrated in the rain, and even the hardest bones were eroded with countless honeycomb-like holes, eventually collapsing with a crash and turning into a pool of foul-smelling mud.

The fate of those ghostly spirits was even more tragic. Their formless and intangible spirits, in this special rain, were like snowflakes encountering boiling water; the moment they came into contact, billowing blue smoke rose from them.

The extreme pain of purification caused them to let out inhuman howls, their souls twisting and deforming in the rain before finally dissipating completely and vanishing into nothingness.

The islands ahead, which were originally inhabited by demons, have now become a true hell.

After the storm, no demons remained standing on the island. The eerie atmosphere that had once blotted out the sky was completely washed away, leaving only a few eerie flames flickering in the mud, as if bearing the final witness to this sudden catastrophe.

Xu Xuan stood at a distance, sheathing his Chilong Sword, in high spirits. Seeing the demon armies on the islands ahead reduced to ashes in the wind and rain, the difficulty of the Yellow Springs dungeon had practically plummeted from hell to easy; all that remained was a pure boss battle.

Such a smooth start is truly delightful. Looking at the magnificent scene of wind and rain before me, I couldn't help but be inspired to write a poem, "Water Dragon Chant: Wind and Rain in the Yellow Springs," to match the scenery.

As the saying goes:
The Dragon Spring's chant echoes through the Yellow Springs, and in an instant, a gust of wind rises from the Dark Abyss.

Lead-like clouds splashed like ink, dragons shed their skins, and jade scales flew and fell.

The rain summoned soldiers, swirling eddies turned into malevolent forces, shattering the heavens.

Behold, all demons vanish into ashes, souls are consumed and bones are destroyed, thunder roars and the demonic aura recedes.

Who poured boiling water onto the heavens? It poured down to the Yellow Springs, cleansing away the dust and filth.

Mountains crumbled and armor cracked, rivers froze and souls were sealed, and the rain was foul for a thousand miles.

The sword's spirit endures, the clouds gradually calm, and the azure light is first washed away.

Against the vast, desolate wasteland, a solitary, cold light shines, proving divine power and magnificence.

After reciting the poem, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "I can't believe that even after three years, she's still a force to be reckoned with."

This sentiment was naturally dedicated to Bai Suzhen, who is now far away in the mortal world.

The higher one's cultivation level, the more one can feel the terrifying nature of this ancient demon.

The fact that a peerless genius had comprehended his innate divine power for 1,700 years was truly awe-inspiring. Xu Xuan knew that in terms of pure magical power, he currently had no means that could surpass this "Summoning Wind and Rain" technique.

At this moment, Wusheng climbed out of the mud, and the shocking scene he had just witnessed diminished some of his ulterior motives.

Previously, I thought Xu Xuan was exaggerating, but now it seems that the turmoil in the human world is indeed quite "intense".

This powerful ruler of the Spring and Autumn Period, who was both flexible and resilient, immediately cupped his hands and said, "To be able to turn one's hand to make clouds and rain, how truly heroic! I wish I could celebrate with fine wine for you, Mr. Xu!"

Xu Xuan's eyes twitched upon hearing this: Don't plant a flag for me.

Such a smooth battle was already unsettling, and now the "victory celebration" flag has been raised, making things even more ominous.

Therefore, we must act decisively and speed up the process!

(End of this chapter)