Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1058 Too Smooth
With arms outstretched, his robes fluttered in the remaining wind and rain:
"Now is the time for us to advance!"

The pitch-black earth beneath their feet suddenly expanded, instantly merging seamlessly with the boundless, deathly silence of the underworld.

This cursed land, which originated from Xu Xuan's innate divine power, is now exhibiting unprecedented activity in the Netherworld environment.

Colors and forms appear, but the physical form gradually becomes ethereal.

Pure Buddhist and demonic essence burst forth from every pore of his body, a strange aura that was both chaotic and unclear, and difficult to distinguish between good and evil.

Being ignorant of the truth, unable to distinguish right from wrong, unable to differentiate between good and evil, and prone to making arbitrary and reckless decisions and engaging in all sorts of evil deeds—this is precisely the essential manifestation of the principle of the two sides of the same coin.

"Earth, open!"

With a low shout from Xu Xuan, surging demonic energy burst forth like a flood.

The intense, almost tangible, evil demonic energy made Wu Sheng, who had just been comprehending the concept of "being able to bend and stretch," tremble with fear.

Didn't you say you were a good person?!

Duke Zhuang of Zheng screamed wildly in his heart.

What kind of "Underworld Ghost Chasing Hell Justice Counterattack Alliance" are you trying to form?
Where does the suffering and misery of humanity come from? Who is truly suffering?

Could it be that you're the great demon king who wreaks havoc on humanity?!

The truth has finally been revealed!

The warlord of the Spring and Autumn Period suddenly realized why Xu Xuan spoke so familiarly about the chaos in the world and why he could so easily use all sorts of evil methods. He was too wicked!

No matter how much the people around me complained in their hearts, the situation continued to turn around steadily.

Centered on this point, specks of black dust appeared in the void. These specks of dust quickly coalesced, and a strange black soil appeared out of nowhere. This calamous land seemed to possess life, greedily devouring everything around it.

Various ominous signs of human suffering appeared alternately on the black soil.

In the blink of an eye, the land that originally belonged to the underworld was rapidly eroded, the magma layer below was forcibly suppressed, and the evil earth spread, devoured, and assimilated in all directions at an astonishing speed.

With a deafening roar, the prison walls deep within the Evil Land shattered, and a colossal figure entwined with chains of dark red karmic fire emerged from the flames!

It's the Black Crocodile whose plot is getting smaller and smaller!
Its massive body stands like a small mountain, and every thick plate of its carapace is engraved with ancient sin patterns, recording countless forgotten evil deeds.

The chains of karmic fire binding his body writhed and tumbled like living things, scorching the air and emitting terrifying sizzling sounds.

The dark red flames reflected on its ferocious face, adding to its menacing aura.

The water-polished steel whip in his hand was dark and shiny, with deep blood grooves visible. Just by dragging it casually on the ground, it carved a bottomless ravine in the soil, scattering dazzling sparks everywhere.

The black alligator raised its head to the vast infernal sky outside and let out a deafening roar!
The roar contained undisguised bloodlust and excitement, like a torrent bursting its banks, violently crashing against the heavens and earth.

The days of being imprisoned deep in the land of evil were too agonizing; in comparison, even this hellish underworld seemed as lovely as a paradise.

Having been out of the spotlight for a long time, it decided to put on a good show and try to earn a chance to be utterly destroyed!

After all, compared to being tortured for eternity in the land of peril, complete annihilation is a kind of liberation.

As if responding to the roar of the black crocodile, the entire boundless land of Calamity suddenly boiled! Countless spiderweb-like cracks exploded on the ground, and scorching, viscous magma, like blood, surged into the sky as terrifying figures broke through the earth.

The scene was like the most terrifying nightmare from the depths of hell manifesting on earth.

In an instant, the clanging of chains mingled with the endless wails of ghosts and wolves, completely drowning out the sound of the Yellow Springs flowing forth.

Thirty thousand karmic ghosts surged forth like a tidal wave.

Each of them was pierced through their limbs and bound to their torsos by heavy chains of karmic fire, the dark red flames constantly scorching their souls, emitting a hissing sound as if their flesh was being charred.

The form of the karmic ghost is even more ferocious and terrifying, embodying the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance in the world, and reflecting the eight sufferings of birth, old age, sickness, death, being with those you hate, being separated from those you love, not getting what you want, and the burning of the five aggregates.

Their howls are the most vicious curse on living beings; ordinary ghosts only need to hear one of them to fall into eternal madness.

Immediately afterwards, from the junction of magma and the Yellow Springs fissure, the remnant souls of 30,000 ancient water demons quietly emerged like ghosts.

They retain some of the twisted shapes they had before they died; some have gills on their necks, some have webbed fingers, and some have bony fins standing upright on their backs.

His body was shrouded in a dark red aura of resentment, a terrifying fusion of the hatred of the drowned and the blood accumulated at the bottom of the water over the years.

These remnants of water demon souls glided silently, converging into a viscous, blood-red undercurrent that intertwined and merged with the black tide of karmic ghosts.

Two forces from different abysses merged perfectly at this moment, forming a strange balance between the scorching heat of karmic fire and the chilling coldness of resentment.

Finally, the black and red wave of destruction, composed of 60,000 karmic ghosts and remnants of water demons, carrying soaring resentment, karmic fire and evil energy, gathered in a mighty torrent and stood solemnly behind Xu Xuan.

They want to drag everything into despair! To let this hellish underworld taste something more painful than death.

The Great Demon King stood before thousands of malevolent spirits, his gaze calmly fixed on the pillar of blood-red energy in the distance.

"Go."

A gentle wave of the hand, though not loud, carried clearly throughout the entire battlefield.

At a command, the black and red torrent charged toward the last stronghold!
The wails of the karmic demons and the hisses of the water monsters intertwined to form a symphony of destruction; wherever they trod, even space itself twisted and collapsed.

Those demons who had survived the previous storm were now facing an even more brutal siege.

In the black and red torrent of destruction, they were like pebbles in a flood, easily swept away by a single wave.

A powerful demon might be able to swirl around in the torrent and struggle to unleash a few futile spells; a weak demon wouldn't even make a ripple before being burned to ashes by karmic fire or corroded into an empty shell by resentment.

After the army of the Evil Earth swept through the area, it seemed that the first half of the huge Yellow Springs Hell dungeon had already been completed.

From breaking through the outer defenses to wiping out the remaining demons, everything went incredibly smoothly.

Xu Xuan's vigilance grew stronger.

This is not right!
Every place I've passed through since heading north has brought unexpected calamities and changes. This ordeal to the underworld is certainly perilous, but compared to my previous experiences, it still feels somewhat lacking. Could it be that the Great Sage of Suffering has truly descended to protect me?

Meanwhile, Duke Zhuang of Zheng, standing beside him, was still unable to recover from the impact of the calamity and demonic energy, his heart filled with pain and confusion.

He felt that he could no longer understand the world.

One moment it was a scene of celestial beings commanding wind and rain, the next it was a scene of world destruction filled with demonic energy. The contrast was simply too great.

But what are those distant clouds and rain?
This hegemon of the Spring and Autumn Period suddenly noticed that above the blood-red mist of the core island, lead-gray clouds had gathered at some unknown time.

The aura of death emanating from the clouds was so clear that even he, the Ghost King, felt a chill run down his spine.

Why is the Yellow Springs boiling again?
The wind picked up. It hurt so much, as if every wisp of wind carried barbs, tearing at the soul.

The scariest thing is that the newly formed cloud and rain are actually drifting in this direction!

A peculiar magical fluctuation appeared above the blood-red mist in the distance, disrupting the rules of the Underworld once again.

The familiar fluctuations, the familiar methods—the waters of the Yellow Springs are being forcibly drawn in and refined by some force!
Xu Xuan watched as the wind and clouds gradually formed within the blood-red mist, and his heart turned cold.

He knew this feeling all too well.

"It means being able to summon wind and rain."

And it's the hellish version—the one that summons wind and rain!

"That's too late."

Then, the same scene played out again.

This time, however, it was the demons and monsters that had just emerged from the calamity that were cleansed by the raging storm.

Large raindrops poured down, each drop a concentrated drop of water from the underworld, containing the terrifying power to erode souls.

The chains of karmic fire on the karmic ghosts hissed shrilly in the rain, and the dark red flames quickly dimmed. Those hideous souls, embodying the eight sufferings, melted away like snow under the wash of the rain, emitting extremely mournful howls.

All of Xu's hidden tricks placed within the body of the karmic ghost were completely destroyed by the Yellow Spring Rain, which was specifically designed to target evil spirits.

The black alligator, which was howling and rampaging, was also drenched by this sudden rain from the underworld.

The thick carapace corroded rapidly in the rain, making the chains of karmic fire incredibly heavy.

The ferocious beast let out a defiant roar, but ultimately could not withstand the power of the underworld that specifically restrained it. In the end, it sank back into the magma in despair and never uttered a sound again.

After the wind and rain swept through, their lingering power went straight to the rear.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Stone King immediately transformed into his original form, a towering rock giant rising from the ground, using his massive body to firmly protect himself and Wusheng.

Raindrops pounded on the rocks, sending up plumes of blue smoke and leaving deep erosion marks.

Xu Xuan, protected by the "Fengdu Cheqian" sword, was not injured, but he still truly felt the sensation of "cold, icy rain slapping his face haphazardly."

When the storm subsided, the Yellow Springs became a little quieter.

The battlefield, once surging with black tides, now only has a handful of creatures remaining. The treacherous land is riddled with holes from the rain, and the remnants of the karmic demons and water spirits have been almost completely wiped out.

Meanwhile, the real boss finally appeared.

"So you call this 'summoning the wind and rain'?"

Yayu emerged leisurely from the blood mist, still bearing the elegant form of an ancient deity, still exuding the same composed demeanor. It gazed upon the ravaged battlefield before it, its tone tinged with admiration:

"The name sounds much better than it did back then."

This ancient deity did not seem to be angry about being attacked on the second day; instead, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

While one is still conscious, it is indeed a joyful thing to encounter such an interesting human as an opponent.

Even if this opponent had just almost destroyed its lair and wanted to destroy its physical body.

But what flashed through Xu Xuan's mind were the words Bai Suzhen had once said.

The Thirty-Six Methods of the Heavenly Gang were not created out of thin air, but were derived by ancient sages through observation of natural evolution and the innate divine powers, and through induction and imitation.

Now it seems
What did you call this back then?

Despite a premonition of something amiss, Xu Xuan remained calm and asked this rather interesting question.

Upon hearing this, Yayu smiled, a smile carrying a touch of ancient reserve: "I won't say it and make a fool of myself."

Obviously, the names of supernatural powers from ancient times may sound too simplistic to later generations.

It then made a grasping motion with one hand towards the blood mist behind it.

Whoosh! ! !
A sharp whistling sound tore through the air as a dark shadow shot out from the depths of the blood mist and landed steadily in Ya Yu's palm.

It was a giant stone axe with an exaggerated shape.

The axe body is covered with natural patterns, as if it were carved from a single piece of mountain kernel, while the axe blade gleams with a chilling light.

It appears simple, but the power it contains causes the surrounding space to distort slightly.

Her elegant, jade-like face, the golden divine patterns flowing across her forehead, her deep, ink-black eyes, and her long, flowing hair that swayed in the wind, combined with this ancient and ferocious stone axe, created an extremely eerie contrast.

Xu Xuan's spiritual senses were issuing a piercing warning; every pore of his body was screaming the same message.

will die.

(End of this chapter)