Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1065 Xingyang Flood
You do your thing, I'll do mine.

Once Xu Xuan completely gave up on competing with his opponent in terms of skillful moves, Ya Yu's exquisite and gorgeous axe techniques became useless.

He let the stone axe hack and tear at his body, while his iron palm mercilessly struck the other's head.

Under this frenzied forging, the evolving physical body and soul evolve at an alarming speed.

The profound foundation accumulated over three years, and all the hidden power, are now being fully unleashed.

The immense medicinal power provided by the Innate Purple Qi Divine Pill, the solid foundation of the inner landscape from the fragments of the Earth Treasury Pure Land, and the vitality contained in the remaining Antarctic Immortal Herb—all of these are contributing to this crucial step.

That's how Xu Xuan managed to persevere on the road to death, taking three steps forward and two steps back, until now.

Every time it is on the verge of collapse, it will unleash even greater power in the next moment; every time its soul is scattered, it will be reassembled in the karmic fire.

Even with the "help" of external demons, the remnants of inner demons washed out by the Yellow Springs became the best whetstone.

He is about to succeed!
At this moment, Yayu was also fiercely struggling between bestiality and divinity.

It wanted to die, constantly challenging eternal peace with Xu Xuan's iron palm; it did not want to die, the afterglow of the elixir of immortality instinctively perpetuating this curse.

Two diametrically opposed wills were tearing at this body, making its movements sometimes as ferocious as a beast and sometimes as sluggish as a dying man.

Two equally complex, equally mad, and equally entangled in life and death struggles fought their way to madness.

The river flowed from the upper reaches of the Yellow Springs to the middle reaches, causing the riverbed to crack and the undercurrents to surge wherever it passed.

The flow of the Yellow Springs water also increased during their battle, and the entire river groaned in agony under the strain.

This hell ultimately cannot contain these two extraordinary freaks.

Then, at a sharp bend in the river, the current became even more turbulent. At the same time, a phantom gate to hell appeared on the riverbed, and the ancient stone gate slowly opened, revealing a passage leading to an unknown tributary.

The two monsters, engrossed in their battle, were completely unaware of the changes around them. They were swept away by the increasingly violent current and rushed into the newly appeared passage.

The battle continues!
After a while, King Shi appeared at the river bend with Duke Zhuang of Zheng, who had already given up struggling, and was immediately dumbfounded.

The obvious signs of battle—the colorful fragments of minds, the shattered flesh and bones, the chaotic energy fluctuations—suddenly vanished here?!
died? !
Can't? !

The large rock seemed to be on vibrate mode, its entire rocky body trembling slightly, its heart filled with utter bewilderment.

It simply couldn't imagine what its fate would be if Xu Xuan really died in this hellish underworld.

It's not that I can't escape on my own, it's that I don't dare.

The wrath of the White-Clad Goddess, the wrath of the Yangtze River Dragon King, and the wrath of the Huai River Monkey are enough to send chills down its spine just by thinking about them.

Anxious and frustrated, Stone King began frantically searching the river bend like a headless fly, his rocky hands frantically digging into the riverbed, trying to find any clues.

Just as it was in a state of utter chaos, a sudden undercurrent surged in from behind!
Before they could react, King Shi and Duke Zhuang of Zheng were swept into the water like two fallen leaves, swirling and being swept into the newly opened tributary.

The illusory gates of hell slowly materialized behind them, and ancient doors stood on the riverbank, as if silently proclaiming: it's another day of protecting peace in the underworld.

With the "source of pollution" and the "malignant tumor" removed, the entire Northern Capital Luofeng Netherworld Hell suddenly became incredibly peaceful.

The dense dark clouds in the sky quietly dissipated, and the raging lightning and thunder ceased. The flow of the Yellow Springs gradually slowed down, returning to its usual gentle flow.

The celestial phenomena returned to the tranquil scene of eternal twilight, and the enchanting red spider lilies spread back along the riverbank, once again dyeing the scorched earth a magnificent red.

The beautiful yet eerie scenery of the underworld has returned.

world.

Inside Xingyang County, Zheng Lian, who had been closely monitoring the underground activity, was overjoyed.

"It's gone down! It's gone down!"

He pointed to the Lake of the Dead, where the spectacle was unfolding before him, his voice trembling with excitement.

The rumbling sound from underground continued, and the slight tremors did not completely stop, but the direction had clearly changed!

The lake, formed by the convergence of Yellow Springs water, was visibly losing water at a rate visible to the naked eye.

A huge whirlpool appeared in the center of the lake, and the turbid water rushed rapidly towards the central hole, creating a deafening roar. Judging from this...
"The Dharma King has succeeded!" Zheng Lian exclaimed excitedly, kneeling down and kowtowing. "Heaven has eyes! Heaven has eyes!"

Our White Lotus Sect is truly capable!

I felt several years younger instantly. My back pain disappeared, my head felt lighter, and even the air seemed to be filled with a joyful atmosphere.

So now we're just waiting for the White Lotus Sect headquarters to send over the legendary Yu the Great artifact to completely resolve the Yellow Springs calamity, and then we'll be promoted, receive high rank, and bring glory to our ancestors!
In high spirits, this prefect, who was usually 'busy with official duties', actually had some leisure time to attend the literary gathering in the city.

He wanted to see how many new phrases those literati could come up with.

and many more!

Even at the critical moment, he did not let his guard down. Instead, he suppressed his restless heart and continued to guard the camp.

They were afraid that someone might eventually come out and expose the secret, and at the same time, they were waiting here for the Dharma King to come out.

Humming an unknown tune, watching the brownish-yellow lake water recede, a sense of profound emotion welled up within me:
That kind of thing can appear anywhere as long as it doesn't appear in Xingyang! It doesn't matter if it appears in Luoyang!
Luoyang.

The head of the Su family, Su Wenyuan, was pacing back and forth in his study.

I felt an inexplicable unease, and my head was throbbing with pain, as if an invisible awl was constantly piercing my temples.

They summoned the best doctors in Luoyang, but they couldn't even find the cause of the illness. Then they heard that the heads of several prominent families in the city had the same symptoms, which made them even more uneasy.

After all, the Su family had been in decline for too long, and in terms of connections and influence, they were far inferior to the top clans like Cui, Lu, Zheng, and Wang.

Even they were at a loss, so I figured I didn't have a better solution either.

After trying to divine by burning tortoise shells, consulting shamans to exorcise evil spirits, and even resorting to ancient divination methods, all to no avail, they could only resort to the last, desperate measure—seeking the protection of their ancestors.

The Su family are natives of Luoyang; their ancestral fiefdom, the State of Su, was located within the territory of Yuzhou.

By the time of Su Qin, the ancestor who wore the seals of prime minister of six states, he was a true native of Luoyang.

My ancestors were all buried near Luoyang, so I suppose they would receive blessings sooner.

He arrived at the ancestral hall and kowtowed before each of the densely packed ancestral tablets. From Su Fensheng, the progenitor of the surname, to Su Qin, the strategist, and Su Jian of the Western Han Dynasty, he knelt and prayed devoutly before each tablet, asking his ancestors to appear and dispel this inexplicable headache.

Just as I was bumping into things, suddenly!
blah blah blah!

An ancestral tablet fell down without warning, landing squarely in front of Su Wenyuan!

He looked closely and was immediately terrified.

That was actually the memorial tablet of Su Qin, the most illustrious ancestor of the Su family, who wore the seals of six states!
Patriarch Su felt a pang of panic. What did this mean?!

Ancestor, I have never done anything unfilial! Why must you kill me at this time? The clan elders are watching!
Su Wenyuan screamed inwardly, cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead.

The clan elder standing to the side was also stunned, torn between two conflicting thoughts: Should I see it or not? If I see it, will I be silenced? If I don't see it, will it seem too fake?
Of course, neither of them needs to worry about this issue anymore.

Because right after Su Qin's memorial tablet fell, the entire ancestral hall seemed to fall like dominoes.

One after another, the ancestral tablets of Su Fensheng, Su Jian, Su Zhan, and all the previous generations of the Su family fell down! The crackling sounds were like firecrackers on New Year's Eve, particularly jarring in the silent ancestral hall.

The sky is falling! ! !
Su Wenyuan felt a sharp pain in his heart, his vision went black, and he almost fainted.

But in the midst of this extreme shock, his mind cleared up instantly.

I have no ability to do those heinous things that would anger both heaven and man, nor do I deserve this level of ancestral warning.

So either the earth is turning upside down, or something big is happening outside.

He immediately clutched his chest, forcing himself to shout towards the door, "Someone! Quickly find out what major event has happened to our Great Jin again!"

At the same time, I couldn't help but look towards the direction of Beiman Mountain, and a terrible thought arose in my mind: Could it be that something happened to the ancestral grave?

Among the tributaries of the Yellow Springs.

(End of this chapter)