Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1069 Mangshan - The End
A phantom flower slowly rose above Yayu's body.

The flower resembled a lotus but was not; its color was indistinct and difficult to discern, and an alluring fragrance filled the air.

It represents both the infinitely beautiful realm of immortality and the eternal curse that carries endless despair.

As the light swirled, it seemed that the immortality that countless people longed for was within reach if one simply reached out and touched it.

But Xu Xuan's eyes showed no desire whatsoever, only undisguised disgust.

His path of cultivation is rather unique; it doesn't rely much on innate talent, but rather on the strength of one's destiny.

The mere remnants of the elixir of immortality couldn't even protect Yayu, let alone a good man like the Holy Father, who was facing so many calamities.

Otherwise, even if they were possessed by a terrible curse, some people would still have to experience the taste of life.

Finally, the last trace of the elixir of immortality trembled gently in the wind and dissipated into the world without a trace.

The slowly dissipating Yayu was unaware of the cause and effect, only knowing that this hero of human origin possessed noble and unyielding qualities, unswayed by immortality or eternity, and thus felt even greater admiration for him.

Only those with such unwavering will and iron will can overcome themselves.

This reminded him of the Yellow Emperor, Emperor Shun, Yi, and many other comrades and enemies.

The scrolling light spun rapidly, and just as her body was about to completely dissipate into the world, Yayu used the last vestige of her clarity to whisper, "The Ten Spirit Witches... there's a problem..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished like smoke and mist with the wind.

Only an ancient stone axe remains, lying quietly amidst the ruins of the broken mausoleum.

Ah, very good.

He left behind key plot clues and equipment; he's truly a competent boss.

Xu Xuan, supporting himself with the stone axe, managed to stand steadily and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

This battle was incredibly fierce. If they hadn't been so resilient, they would probably be joining the vengeful spirits in the underworld by now.

Then... my legs went weak, everything went black, and I collapsed to the ground.

It hurts so much, classic post-war weakness.

He was fine even when his skull was shaved off during the fight, but he was severely injured immediately afterward and couldn't even stand up.

This is a classic example of "wartime adrenaline, post-war weakness debuff." Although his kidneys were chopped into minced meat by an axe, that's the gist of it.

All the pain and exhaustion that had been forcibly ignored came rushing back like a tidal wave, every inch of the newly formed bones was groaning, and the soul was flickering like a candle in the wind.

Lack of energy and hunger cause people to enter a low-power mode.

Of course, if some foolish enemy jumps out to take advantage of the situation at this time... that would be perfect, as they would then face a seemingly fallen and incapacitated Holy Father whose will has been rekindled and whose condition has soared against the odds in this desperate situation, making him an incredibly powerful fighter.

The physical body may be broken, but the will becomes more indestructible in the face of adversity.

Fortunately, the Yellow Springs Water was both a dead end and a protection, and no demons or monsters managed to break in for the time being.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, Xu Xuan finally had a chance to look around.

Combining the unique geological formations of this place with the dense, impenetrable yin energy of a thousand years, and the imperial dragon energy emanating intense hostility and repulsion not far away... he instantly realized where he was.

It's Mount Beiman.

This legendary site, a gathering place of imperial tombs, is a top-tier yin site that gathers the essence of heaven and earth and the dragon veins of the nine provinces. Unfortunately, it has suffered an undeserved disaster today. The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, causing the tombs to crumble and appear particularly dilapidated and desolate.

The turbid waters of the Yellow Springs still flow rampantly through the mountains and ravines, causing not only physical destruction but also stirring up countless ancient beings that are either sleeping or dormant.

The sounds of wailing and howling were incessant, interspersed with a large number of "orderly" profanities. The disadvantages of shared cultural traditions were fully demonstrated at this moment. Even across thousands of years, the essence of those curses could still be understood!
"It's his mother's fault!"

"How dare you, you brat, destroy my palace!"

"Which damned bastard..."

"You little bastard~~~"

Hearing these "greetings" that transcended time, Xu Xuan's lips twitched slightly. It seems that the ancients weren't very refined either; they were a bit vulgar, and their insults were quite vulgar.

In this situation, there is absolutely no inclination to compose a poem.

It is feared that those ancient spirits who are furious but cannot find the right person to vent their anger on will immediately follow the flow of the spirit and swarm over to devour the culprit who caused all this.

Just as Xu Xuanqiang was bracing himself, trying to find a way out among the ruins and the tributaries of the Yellow Springs, heavy footsteps came from afar. His loyal and caring guardian had finally arrived at the battlefield, though it looked somewhat comical, carrying a pendant.

When the Stone King's gaze swept over the devastated Gaoyuan Mausoleum, which was almost completely leveled, his massive body trembled violently.

Overwhelmed with grief and self-reproach, he stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

How...how come I missed it again?!
It's outrageous!
Shi Wang roared inwardly, his hand gripping the front of the Fengdu carriage trembling slightly.

He clearly possessed such a supreme treasure, which should have allowed him to move freely in the underworld, but what happened?
Despite rushing as fast as he could, he still missed that earth-shattering final battle! What was the point of his existence as a bodyguard? Was his only purpose to help carry his master's bags while he fought?

At this moment, the immense sense of frustration made this stone spirit, which had endured thousands of years of wind and rain, suddenly become philosophical.

The imagery of a vast starry sea and the mysterious universe surged uncontrollably within its rocky skull.

What about "The sun and moon seem to rise from within it; the starry sky seems to emerge from within it"? What about "Where does the sky lie? How are it divided into twelve parts? To which do the sun and moon belong? Where are the stars arranged?"?

Ancient questions about the relationship between humanity and nature, and between humanity and the universe, along with a profound awareness of one's own insignificance and powerlessness, washed over the core of consciousness like a flood breaking through a dam.

That feeling almost assimilated my steadfast "Daoist heart" into the boundless starry sky, transforming it into a satellite contemplating life.

In short... Who am I? Where am I? What exactly did I cultivate with my demon king cultivation level?
However, before he could continue to immerse himself in the philosophical atmosphere of melancholy, Xu Xuan's eyes lit up when he saw the guards arrive, and he was overjoyed.

"Hey, what are you doing, acting like a little girl, when you're supposed to be a famous demon king like me?"

"Although you missed the fight, you absolutely must do this final cleanup work! Comrades, we may have different roles in the revolution, but we all share the same goal, so don't get emotional."

A few words, as if possessing some strange magic, instantly pulled Shi Wang from the vast philosophical sky back to the devastated reality.

It stared blankly at its master, who, while speaking, took the dragon-shaped sword that looked like it had been chewed by a dog from its hand with great ease and skillfully fastened it to its waist.

With a soft clang, even though it was a broken sword, the familiar weight returned to Xu Xuan's body, and he felt a little safer.

Then, he took back the seemingly ordinary jade pot and reached inside to feel around.

The next moment, various sinister little magical artifacts, gleaming with an eerie light and exuding an ominous aura, clearly not the kind of things a virtuous person would use, were taken out one by one and quickly placed close to his body.

With each additional item he hid, his complexion seemed to improve, and his eyes brightened.

I feel much safer again!

I was worried that the fight would be too intense and these treasures would be damaged, so I temporarily stored them on the Stone King.

In retrospect, that decision was absolutely brilliant!

After all, this time, even the Pure Land and the Calamity Land suffered great calamities, collapsing one after another. Their physical bodies and souls were scraped back and forth by the Yellow Spring Water and the Yayu Axe Qi several times, which can be described as a thorough "purification" inside and out.

Although the jade pot that I've carried with me for many years is miraculous, it's clearly no longer able to keep up with the increasingly extreme intensity of battles. I urgently need to find a more powerful and durable treasure to carry my belongings.

Upon thinking of the powerful treasure, Xu Xuan immediately came up with a plan. He then reached into the jade pot and pulled out a pearl with a dragon shadow moving inside. It was the image-recording pearl given to him by the Dragon Lord of the Yangtze River.

"Were all the previous battles recorded?"

"Those from the underworld were not recorded, but the rest were."

"Well, that's enough."

Without hesitation, Xu Xuan raised the precious pearl, aimed it at the ravaged Mangshan Mountain, cleared his throat, and began to recite in a tone filled with vicissitudes and compassion:
"Fellow Daoist, please look, this Beiman Mountain, in the past, resembled a dragon, lying quietly between heaven and earth, its forests lush and verdant, stretching to the sky. In spring, the mist and clouds were magnificent, like a brocade woven by a goddess; in autumn, the pine trees rustled in the wind, like the deep snoring of a dragon's soul. Clear springs gurgled through the mountain streams, and fragrant orchids grew in the caves. Moreover, emperors and generals of past dynasties chose this auspicious land, hoping for lasting blessings and an everlasting dynasty..."

The camera shifts to the broken mountain ridges, the murky tributaries of the Yellow Springs, and the collapsed tombs, the tone instantly turning somber:

"But today, this place is no longer the clear and sacred place it once was! The spiritual veins are broken, the earth's energy has been completely depleted, and the dragon veins are wailing. Only this broken shell, ravaged by the Yellow Springs, remains, a desolate landscape where ghosts roam freely. Alas! This once blessed land has become a demon's lair. How can one not sigh upon seeing it, feeling endless sorrow and regret!"

At this moment, Xu was diligently recounting the "story outline" of this major event to the photo recorder at the crime scene.

It emphasizes how cruel and tyrannical the ancient evil god Yayu was, how he wreaked havoc on the world, and how, as a righteous person, he went through arduous and extraordinary battles and paid a heavy price in order to quell the disaster and protect the people!

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While busy adding voiceover to the "disaster scene" before him, he directed the Stone King, who had just snapped out of his philosophical reverie: "Don't just stand there! Quick, clean up the scene! Collect all my scattered flesh, bone fragments, and everything else. Don't leave a single piece. Burn them immediately, and make sure to scatter the ashes into the Yellow Springs water. Leave no trace!"

(End of this chapter)