Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1068 No Losers

Looking back in shock, a chill ran through my entire body.

The brownish-yellow river water silently spread to the place where they had just hidden, and wherever it passed, all the demons and monsters were swept up in it.

Those once-powerful skeletal demons and arrogant ancient generals, before the turbid river, didn't even have a chance to struggle before being transformed into part of it.

The Underworld!!!

Isn't this one of the nine springs at the foot of Luofeng Mountain in the Northern Capital?
How did it come to be in the human world? And how did it end up in the Beiman Mountains?!
What a big deal!

King Qilicha immediately took out the illusory butterfly formed from his willpower, quickly wrote information on it with his mind, and then threw it forcefully towards the direction of Baoan Hall.

"Go!"

Full of hope, I watched the butterfly flutter its wings and fly into the distance, and then, I watched helplessly as that butterfly of hope made a sharp turn in mid-air and plunged headlong into the surging Yellow Springs.

King Qilicha froze on the spot, his expression incredibly complex.

Shock, confusion, despair, disbelief—all of it eventually turned into sudden realization.

Grand scenes, calamities, natural disasters, death, and hotheads.
"It's the sect leader!!!"

"This is a catastrophe!!!"

In the blink of an eye, this experienced ghost king made the right decision—he turned and ran!
He knew that this short distance was far from safe. Since the Yellow Springs had spread this far, it meant the entire ley line might have been contaminated. He had to escape the Mangshan Mountains to have any chance of survival!
My hunch was right.

The moment he turned and ran, the spot where he had just stood was completely invaded by the Yellow Springs.

The dense aura of corpses and ghosts rapidly dissolved in the river, becoming part of the underworld. Even the seemingly indestructible ancient tombs collapsed like sandcastles under the erosion of the river.

King Qilicha ran wildly towards the outskirts of Mangshan without looking back, with only one thought in his mind:
The sect leader is up to something big again! This time, he's probably going to cause a huge upheaval!

In reality, Xu Xuan couldn't even distinguish between east, west, south, and north in the underground Yellow Springs branch; he only knew that he was wandering around in a dense cluster of graves.

Each time they broke through the tomb walls, they saw similar burial objects and coffins, making it impossible to determine the exact location.

However, there are already many cemeteries in the Central Plains region. From ancient tombs of the Shang and Zhou dynasties to mausoleums of the Han and Jin dynasties, countless generations of ancestors have been buried under this land.

How could he possibly have guessed that he was currently rampaging through the legendary imperial mausoleum area—the veins of Mangshan Mountain?

Besides, Yayu wouldn't give them time for a thorough archaeological excavation.

This ancient evil god had already sensed the shift in power and knew that his end was near.

Under the threat of death, bestiality has completely overwhelmed the remaining divinity, making it more ferocious than ever before.

Wounded beasts are the most ferocious—Xu Xuan deeply agreed.

Then the two continued to frantically crash into the earth's veins in Mangshan.

The waters of the underworld rushed wildly with them, almost turning this ancient, secluded place into a small hell on earth.

Wherever it went, ancient tombs collapsed, and corpses dissolved. Even those ancient beings that had been sleeping for thousands of years had to flee in disarray.

The outcome is becoming increasingly clear.

Xu Xuan's karmic obstacles were not completely washed away, or rather, only some superficial dust was washed away. The remaining karma was purified by the Yellow Spring water, becoming more condensed and more essential.

In any case, the gate to the four realms has already opened before him. He only needs to nurture the sacred embryo for a few days to break through the barriers and step into a completely new realm.

Bones are regenerating, flesh and blood are being reshaped, meridians are being reconstructed, acupoints are being reopened, and even the shattered golden body of a Buddhist monk is beginning to revive under the tempering of the underworld, radiating a purer light.

So this battle can end now.

When the two of them stumbled into a particularly spacious tomb chamber once again, Xu Xuan suddenly sensed that the energy here was extraordinary.

Stepping here, I felt as if I were blessed by heaven and earth, and the flow of my magical power became smoother.

Trusting my instincts, I decided to stay here.

"This is it."

Wiping the blood from his face, he looked at the completely crazed Yayu before him and slowly assumed a fighting stance.

This battle should come to an end.

And the Yellow Springs water also seems to have come to an end.

The rules of the mortal realm do not allow it to spread so recklessly. Under the suppression of the laws of heaven and earth, the final wave surged up with a certain unwillingness.

Boom! ! !

The surging water forcefully broke through the top of the tomb, swept away the thick seal, melted the hard stone roof, and revealed the outside air and the sky shrouded in dark clouds.

The long-awaited sunlight streamed in through the breach, not bright, but enough to illuminate the interior of this unnamed ancient tomb.

Yayu seemed to sense something was amiss and miraculously fell silent.

It looked up at the gray sky, took a deep breath of the earth, and a complex yet relieved smile appeared on its face.

Then he leaped high into the air, his movements light and graceful, as if he were still the divine spirit beloved by heaven and earth, instead of the ugly half-human, half-beast he was in now.

On the ancient stone axe, the previously faded divine patterns reappeared, radiating a dazzling light.

Yayu unleashed its full power, and a deep, thunderous roar rose from its throat, the ancient howling gradually rising and echoing through the surging mountains.

Summon the wind! Call the rain!
The storms of the human world respond more to the call of this innate deity than the storms of the underworld.

Suddenly, the air in the entire Luoyang area became unusually dry, and the wind stopped moving, as it carried immense power and joyfully returned to the order of the supernatural.

The clouds, rain, and thunder covering a hundred miles were all captured by that seemingly simple stone axe.

Plasma, heavy water, and gale-force winds were like three dazzling ribbons wrapped around the axe blade, while arcs of electricity that occasionally shot out in the air created layer upon layer of spatial voids, producing a teeth-grinding crackling sound.

Supernatural powers and strength were perfectly blended together by Yayu's final will, so harmoniously, so naturally. This strike embodied all the insights of a primordial deity, and also carried its final farewell to this world.

Yayu merely stood in the void, yet her entire being exuded a heavy aura that seemed to crush the heavens.

Those eyes, a mixture of divinity and bestiality, were now fixed on Xu Xuan, who stood above the Yellow Springs.

All the struggles and contradictions were transformed into the same thought at this moment.

Only those who can kill me are heroes of humanity, is that you?!
Apply force, spin, and throw!

Yayu used all her strength to throw the stone axe at Xu Xuan.

But what it threw was not an axe, but a beam of light, a beam of light that embodied its life's cultivation, its immortal curse, and its last lingering attachment to this world!
This light transcended time and space, and surpassed cause and effect, carrying an inevitable destiny as it flew downwards.

Xu Xuan still neither dodged nor had any way to dodge.

He lowered his body and chose the most direct method: to take the hit head-on!

The skeletal body was suddenly draped in a pure white lotus robe, and the bright white light in its eyes shone as brightly as two great suns.

At this moment, body and soul became one, and just a few dozen miles outside Luoyang City, Bai Lian's aura was exposed without any concealment.

The golden dragon of destiny, far away in the imperial city of Luoyang, seemed to sense something. It suddenly widened its eyes and looked in this direction, its golden dragon claws poised to pounce at any moment.

But Xu Xuan couldn't care less about anything else.

If you can't catch this axe blow, you really will die.

He stretched out his hands, his left hand radiating brilliant Buddhist light, while his right hand surged with profound demonic intent. At the critical moment, he opened a strange space between his palms, where Buddhism and demonic forces intertwined.

"With the height and breadth of Mount Sumeru, a mustard seed can be placed inside it without any increase or decrease; the original form of Mount Sumeru remains unchanged."

What appears to be a tiny space actually contains a Sumeru universe belonging to Xu Xuan. It is a womb realm that was created through countless life-and-death trials, with the Pure Land as its foundation and the Calamity Land and Demon Realm as its guide.

A devastating beam of light plunged into this tiny, Sumeru universe.

The next moment, immense power and the force of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, along with an intense and despairing sense of death, enveloped Xu Xuan's body like a bursting dam of a galaxy.

Thus, the foundation of the universe shattered, and the nascent Sumeru universe collapsed in the face of ultimate power. The profound laws of the Buddha and demon, which flowed between heaven and earth, perished together with the raging wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, turning into countless streams of light that vanished into nothingness.

The purest and most powerful force continued to strike, meeting the iron palms that had once suppressed countless calamities in the world.

boom! ! ! !

Amidst the earth-shattering roar, Xu Xuan gritted his teeth, took a step back with his right foot, and exerted force inch by inch with his back to forcibly withstand the devastating impact and channel it into the ground beneath his feet.

"Click——"

The entire mausoleum was blown to the sky by this force; the earthen mound, the massive stone coffin, and the burial treasures—everything was reduced to dust in an instant!
Xu Xuan had no time to worry about his "ill-fated relationship" with Emperor Gaozu Xuan. At this moment, all his attention was focused on dealing with the terrifying force that was still raging and killing him in the small space.

Fine cracks appeared on his bones, as if they could shatter completely at any moment, like ice; newly formed flesh was peeled away inch by inch, like being slowly sliced ​​apart; the white lotus robe turned into specks of white light and dissipated; consciousness gradually faded away, and even his soul gradually became empty.
Amidst this utter destruction, a crisp sound resonated throughout his body.

Those deep-seated karmic obstacles, which even the Yellow Springs could not wash away, collapsed at this moment!

The ultimate strike, which shattered even the soul, became the most brutal yet most effective method of separation.

In the end, only the indomitable will remained, reuniting them amidst the ruins.

The ancient human race never fought against the gods in an elegant clash of supernatural powers, but rather in a desperate and desperate battle, a brutal struggle for survival.

At this moment, Xu Xuan, just like his ancestors, is practicing this oldest path in dire straits.

When consciousness, magical power, and physical body are all on the verge of collapse, and only a final act of perseverance remains.

A new power was born from this ultimate destruction!

The heart reappeared from the void, its powerful throbbing resounding like a war drum. The life force of humanity flowed through the body like a mighty river, infusing this nearly broken body with new vitality.

Fresh flesh and blood rapidly grew on the skeleton of his hands, and every muscle fiber contained explosive power.

Xu Xuan gripped the stone axe tightly, which carried the last will of the ancient gods, and felt the terrifying power still struggling within it.

He spun around and swung his arms.

With all his might, he hurled the stone axe, along with all the supernatural powers, curses, and obsessions it contained, back into the sky as a streak of light!

The streak of light pierced the sky and struck Yayu, which was suspended in mid-air, with pinpoint accuracy.

The curse of the elixir of immortality was shattered by this attack, along with the thick, dark clouds in the sky.

The long-awaited sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds, cascading down like a golden waterfall.

In this dazzling light, the ancient deity slowly fell to earth, his body gradually transforming into his true form of a human body with a snake tail as he fell.

That was its original and purest form.

Xu Xuan walked to Ya Yu's side, looking at the enemy at his feet that was dissipating. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to begin.

In the end, he just smiled.

It was the smile of a victor, tinged with weariness and relief; but it was also the smile of humanity, filled with a love for life and hope for the future.

Yayu lay on the ground and smiled. Its smile was peaceful and content.

He also got what he wanted.

It is not resurrection, nor immortality, but true liberation.

In this battle that transcends time and space, He also emerged victorious.

(End of this chapter)