Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1059 Who's Hiding, Who's a Grandson?

A divine weapon?!
Axe-shaped weapons are no ordinary weapons.

In the cultivation world, weapons of this type are often at two extremes: either they are standard equipment exclusively for low-ranking soldiers, or they are ancient and powerful artifacts with a great history.

Xu Xuan felt that at this critical juncture, the other party would not simply take out an ordinary object to fight, and this stone axe must have some special origin and story.

A thought suddenly struck him, and recalling his conversation with the other party in front of the Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun Temple, he immediately had an idea.

So he gestured with one hand for the other to stop, and said loudly:
"We had a pleasant conversation outside the Heavenly Venerable Hall, but fate is cruel, and destiny dictates that we must eventually turn against each other."

"Even as an enemy, I don't want to take advantage of you."

He held the Chilong Sword horizontally in front of him, his tone solemn as if making a vow:

"This sword is called Chilong. It is three feet and seven fen long. It was made by the White Snake Emperor of the human world three thousand years ago when he captured the Chilong of the East Sea. He used the Samadhi True Fire to refine it for forty-nine years to create the rough shape, and then it was forged by heavenly thunder for eighty-one days to take shape."

"On the day the battle began, the sun and moon lost their light, and the murderous aura surged towards the heavens."

"To split gold and shatter jade, to open mountains and break seas is as easy as taking it for granted. To divide yin and yang, to traverse the starry sky is also commonplace."

"Countless souls perished beneath the sword's edge; in one day, it slew thirty-two great demons from four different realms."

"Two years ago, he even used this sword to kill the Western Arhat who subdued the dragon, staining the Buddhist community with blood."

He paused, his gaze fixed on Yayu:
"So, this is a divine weapon, you'd better be careful."

What an upright and honorable man! What a gentleman among swordsmen! What a fine young man of the human race!

After saying this, Xu Xuan solemnly made a "your turn" gesture, clearly adopting a posture of fair competition.

Yayu, Shiwang, Wusheng: "."

A brief silence fell over the scene.

The three powerful figures, from different eras and races, displayed the same speechless expression at this moment.

Wu Sheng looked at Xu Xuan with suspicion. His trust in this ally was not particularly high to begin with, and now it had plummeted to rock bottom.

Although he hadn't set foot in the human world for a thousand years, given his understanding of the cunning nature of humans, this style of solemnly announcing the origin of one's weapons before battle seemed far too unconventional.

However, considering that the matter involved demons and monsters, the skills he used to judge people in his previous life might not be applicable, so he reluctantly retained a sliver of faith.

The Stone King stood there expressionless, his rock-formed face showing no emotion whatsoever.

If someone were to ask it whether it believed Xu Xuan's words, its answer would undoubtedly be unwavering trust.

I have 100% faith in you.

When it fights in the human world, it also follows a procedure: first, it reports the origin of its weapon, then it reports its battle record and reputation. This routine has long been commonplace for it.

So, stop asking.

Yayu's expression was the most fascinating—this ancient deity first slightly widened his eyes, then his lips began to twitch uncontrollably, his elegant face gradually contorting, until finally...
Haha ...

A burst of hearty laughter exploded like thunder, echoing throughout the entire underworld.

Yayu laughed so hard she almost fell over, as if she had heard a particularly funny joke. Even the crimson mist behind her swayed and shook with her laughter, the island beneath her feet trembled, and the surface of the Yellow Springs was rippled violently by the sound waves.

This ancient monster, who was about to live his third life, hadn't laughed so heartily in a long time.

The last time I was this happy was probably when I fought alongside the Yellow Emperor.

He laughed for a while before slowly fading his smile, though a pleasant curve remained at the corners of his mouth. He looked at Xu Xuan with his dark, jade-like eyes, his tone tinged with a hint of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and regret):

"I'm just dead, not stupid."

This statement is very meaningful because it has lived longer than all the people present combined.

"It's unexpected that the eyes of later generations of humans no longer hold the eternal, unyielding sorrow." A hint of reminiscence flickered in Yayu's gaze. "They still possess such thoughts."

In that ancient era when humanity struggled against the heavens, fought against the earth, and battled against demons, the faces of humankind were always etched with an unyielding sense of worry.

Yet this young man before us could still resort to such petty tricks even in a life-or-death struggle.

"Ji Xuanyuan will definitely be happy to see this."

As a primordial spirit nurtured by the essence of heaven and earth, even after experiencing the twists and turns of death and rebirth and transformation into a monster, it still retains that transcendent wisdom and insight in its bones, and naturally will not be easily deceived by such petty tricks.

Xu Xuan's seemingly solemn introduction, however, stirred up Ya Yu's deeply buried memories.

It reminded it of the ancient human race—those ancestors who struggled to survive on the vast, desolate land, living a life of hardship and toil. Natural disasters were frequent, demons raged, and every cry of a newborn baby could be cut short at any moment.

Therefore, in that era, the human race resorted to any means necessary to survive and grow stronger.

They learned the fighting techniques of demons, stole the cultivation methods of gods, and used every means to become stronger.

In such a heavy and oppressive environment, few people would develop a sense of humor as playful as Xu Xuan's.

It is said that Emperor Shun had a son named Yu who also loved to laugh; I wonder if it was the same style.

Unfortunately, by the time Yu the Great began to emerge, Yayu had already become a ferocious beast that had lost its mind, rampaging through the Weak Water, and thus had no chance to witness the brilliance of that legendary figure.

Xu Xuan showed no embarrassment at being exposed; instead, he remained confident and self-assured.

It's just a shot, whether there's a chance or not. What if the other party is really fooled?

And then, that "what if" actually happened.

"I will grant your wish. This is God's promise to mankind."

Yayu solemnly raised the stone axe in his hand, mimicking Xu Xuan's previous posture:
"The nameless stone axe was made from a stone from Shaoxian Mountain."

"I have slain primordial gods, demons, and humans."

He paused here, then added in a calm tone:
"It's not a divine weapon; you can just pick it up anywhere in the mountains."

This is the true origin of weapons from ancient times—simple, unadorned, yet containing the purest power.

In those days, people's weapons were relatively crude; stone axes, clubs, and spears were the mainstream. These materials, nurtured by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth over a long period, were incredibly hard, and as long as they could be shaped, they were excellent weapons.

"This one was the one that was swept down with me when I was shot down by Yi the Archer and rolled down to the Yellow Springs. I only remembered it today because of the fight."

It was mentioned casually, as if it were an insignificant old object.

Xu Xuan felt somewhat comforted after hearing the other party's introduction.

It seems that I should have a slight advantage in the quality of the weapons, right?
After all, the Chilong Sword was a divine weapon painstakingly crafted by Bai Suzhen, while her opponent merely picked up a stone axe from the mountain. It would be truly inexcusable if they still couldn't win.

Then let’s fight!

I'll be fighting that monkey again in about six months, so I'll practice on this ancient-style enemy today!
Without further hesitation, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up the Chilong Sword, and crossed the Naihe Bridge, arriving at the island that had just been cleansed by the rain of the Yellow Springs.

In the center of the empty battlefield, only he and Yayu faced each other from afar.

This fairness made Xu Xuan feel somewhat uncomfortable.

The opponent was clearly a spirit being, and skilled in various spells and supernatural abilities. Logically, they should have kept their distance and unleashed powerful spells.

But this ancient deity was also willing to wield a stone axe and choose close-quarters combat.

But these distracting thoughts were quickly put aside. As the two sides drew closer, the will to fight began to burn fiercely in their hearts.

One side wants to follow its instincts to be resurrected and return to the world; the other side wants to prevent the other side from being resurrected and avoid suffering for all living beings.

This is no longer a simple enmity for obstructing the way; it is almost equivalent to a blood feud.

Xu Xuan carried his long sword and walked faster and faster.

The pace gradually quickened from its initial leisurely pace to a near sprint.

His skin shimmered with an otherworldly, crystalline luster, and his bones were filled with pure, ethereal energy. In this desolate hell, the surging vitality around him was so striking, like a beacon in the darkness.

Immortal skin and jade bones, open!

Golden Buddhist light surged forth from the pure land within his body, flowing around him like water. He was empowered by the invulnerability of all dharmas, and the Vajra divine power was activated to its fullest extent, determined to eradicate all afflictions and obstacles.

Buddhist golden statue, open!

Crimson blood and qi erupted from his heart, surging through his body like a mighty river, producing a deafening roar. It was the fiery vitality of the living, strikingly conspicuous in this cold, hellish place.

Human bloodline, activate!

Xu Xuan's momentum reached its peak at this moment.

No more holding back, revealing all the results of three years of cultivation, the strongest in regular combat power!

From the air, Xu Xuan's path had been replaced by a fiery golden-red line. He transformed into a streak of light, trailing a long, fiery tail, advancing with an unwavering and indomitable will!
The golden-red trail stood out starkly in the dim darkness of the underworld, like a shooting star tearing through the night, causing even space itself to distort slightly in its wake.

Even I feel very powerful right now.

Immortal skin and jade bones make the body as light as a feather yet indestructible; Buddhist golden body grants defense against all magic; human blood provides an inexhaustible source of combat energy.

With these three powers combined, he felt confident in facing any formidable enemy.

Beating a Yayu without a physical body is no problem!

As for Yayu, she didn't care at all whether she had a physical body or not.

The moment he saw Xu Xuan rushing towards him, ancient memories surged forth like a tide.

Especially when the human blood and qi erupted into crimson flames, endless brilliance burst forth from his dark green pupils.

He seemed to have returned to ancient times, smelled the bloody wind on the primordial land, and saw the human race who still fought hard in the face of adversity.

And so, they came back to life.

It was not a physical resurrection, but rather the complete awakening of the innate, divine fighting will at this moment.

The war spirit, dormant for thousands of years, was awakened by this familiar human aura.

Although the human in front of Him had put together a bunch of flashy lighting effects, which He found lacking in simplicity, His indomitable will and the courage to challenge the strong were exactly what He liked.

It's the unique flavor of the human race that's spread across the land and is becoming increasingly numerous.

"Well done!"

With a low shout, Yayu raised his stone axe, took a step forward, and began to charge!

Just like before.

Their steps quickened, their running accelerated, as if they were turning back the gears of time, returning to that ancient era of war and conquest.

His body leaned slightly forward as he charged, each step shaking the ground with a primal, wild rhythm.

Even in this life-or-death struggle, it still had the mind to think that the human's legs were indeed much more comfortable to run on than its tail when it had a snake's body and a human face. No wonder it could become the protagonist of heaven and earth.

Thinking about these distant events, strength returns from the slumbering past.

It treads on the wind, on the rain, on the unbearable memories of death, its body radiating distorted black and blue light and shadow, like a ferocious god traversing time and space, crashing straight into the golden-red human cultivator.

Two warriors, whose positions are destined to determine life and death, are finally about to clash head-on at this moment!
Judging from the techniques and tactics of later generations, this kind of unpretentious head-on collision seems unnecessary and even foolish.

They can maneuver and fight back, looking for weaknesses, or use ranged spells to probe each other.

But for a seasoned veteran, this collision is a must-win!
What they are fighting for is momentum, their moral compass, and who truly reigns supreme on this battlefield!
The one with the greatest strength and the most overwhelming force wins! This is an eternal truth.

In that fleeting moment of eye contact, both of them held an unwavering and steadfast confidence.

Xu Xuan's eyes burned with the determination to protect the human race; Ya Yu's eyes shone with the pride of an innate deity.

At this point, who would hide?

Whoever tries to avoid it is a coward!
Xu Xuan gritted his teeth and frantically poured all the power in his body into the Chilong Sword.

They stuffed in everything: the Eight Great Heavenly Dragons Protectors, the Five Great Vidyarajas' blessings, the power of Buddhas and demons in Pure Lands and Calamities!
This sword strike exceeded the limits of normal practice; it was the most brutal attack he had ever delivered in his cultivation.

The veins on his arms were bulging, and his muscles were stretched to their limit.

Like swinging an axe, he swung the sword in the most savage and direct way!
The Chilong Sword, carrying the power to cleave mountains and seas, tore through space and crashed violently into the dark blue figure.

Wherever the sword passed, even the stable space of the Yellow Springs Hell was cleaved with a pitch-black crack.

What ancient deities!
What kind of undead beast is this!
Say goodbye to this world!
Yayu's lips parted into a wild, primal grin that tore apart his once handsome and refined face, revealing an almost ferocious expression.

The dignified and sacred demeanor that belonged to the innate divine vanished at this moment, replaced by the violent nature of a primordial beast.

The wide embroidered robe was stretched straight by the air during the high-speed charge, and the fluctuations of its divine soul were even more intense, forming a visible distorted force field around it.

If Xu Xuan's swordsmanship was as savage and direct as swinging an axe, then Ya Yu was truly swinging an axe, and with extremely high skill.

The stone axe in its hand may seem to be a simple chop, but it actually contains the profound principles of heaven and earth. The trajectory of the axe blade is layered with countless hidden forces, each one more powerful and violent than the last!
(End of this chapter)