Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 264 Killing the Dragon, Killing Oneself

The soul enters the sword, transcending a thousand years, but in the outside world it is but a fleeting moment.

The two demonic swords, which had been locked in a stalemate, paused for a moment, blinked, and then Gan Jiang and Mo Xie suddenly unleashed their power.

The demonic energy suppressed the golden light, and in the blink of an eye, it shredded the King of Chu's sword into dust.

The turtle on the ground and Master Mao were thrilled. This was what they called a change in the heavens.
We at Baoan Hall can handle this with ease!
On the contrary, Yu Gong, standing on the ground, did not feel much joy after seeing the King of Chu's sword cut down.

The Chu King's sword was a physical artifact, merely remnants of the past. Even if he were to free his hands, he couldn't block a full-force spear thrust.

The true threat lies in the dynasty's dragon aura.

In every dynasty, there were offerings made to those who traveled to famous mountains and rivers to suppress the dragon's energy and ensure the peace of their dynasty.

In extreme cases, some might even disregard their own fate to slay the dragon vein, though the workings of Heaven are predetermined.

Destroying the dragon vein will not create an everlasting dynasty; it will only cause the land of China to sink.

He only cut down the hidden dragon lurking in the earth's veins; he had little recourse against the dragon energy that had been activated.

The emergence of dragons and snakes from the land always coincides with the end of a dynasty, a time of fierce competition among powerful states. At that time, social order collapses, and the world awaits the true dragon to take form and unify it.

It is an invisible thing, impervious to swords and blades.

As Yu Gong had predicted, things unfolded exactly as he had anticipated.

The battle in the heavens continues, with two swords against five dragons.

Xiaoqing brandished her sword in the air, expressing her hatred. Amidst the misty clouds, one could see the figure of the assassin singing loudly.

Haha, I love it!
Ai Qingjian, a man who loved his enemy, committed suicide.

How many men are there, one man and one woman, laughing and gesturing with gusto?

One man loves the green sword, alas, he is not alone.

Heads swapped, two enemies slaughtered themselves.

One man is all I have, alas!
Love, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,
Ah, hoo hoo hoo! Ah, hoo hoo hoo!
The potential of the assassin was fully unleashed, and the sword light pierced through numerous phantoms time and time again, while the roar of the dragon echoed in all directions.

Despite fighting for half a day, no matter how sharp and powerful the dragon was, its demonic nature was overwhelming, and the dragon, though seemingly weak, was actually unharmed.

Dragons appear and disappear among the clouds, sometimes real, sometimes illusory, sometimes flexible, sometimes large, sometimes small, ever-changing; even if separated by a divine sword, they can reassemble.

Zhuangzi's discussion of swordsmanship focused on principles, while Xiaoqing's discussion focused on strength.

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie could shatter the Chu King's sword and kill emperors, but they could not sever the imperial destiny. After all, weapons cannot kill something that cannot be touched.

Yanxi and Shicheng are its sharpest points, Qi and Dai are its most prominent features; Jin and Wei are its backbone, Zhou and Song are its hilt, and Han and Wei are its flanks; it is surrounded by the four barbarian tribes and enveloped by the four seasons; it is encircled by the Bohai Sea and belted by Changshan Mountain.

This is the vastness of China's mountains and rivers; even Gan Jiang and Mo Xie could not cleave this world apart.

It is governed by the Five Elements, judged by punishment and virtue; it is opened by Yin and Yang, maintained by spring and summer, and implemented by autumn and winter.

This is the principle that humanity follows. Gan Jiang and Mo Xie could not break the workings of humanity.

It is straight and unparalleled, its height unmatched, its depth unsurpassed, its movement boundless. It cuts through the floating clouds above and severs the earth's boundaries below. Once this sword is used, it will bring order to the feudal lords, and the world will submit.

This is the combined power of an entire dynasty. Gan Jiang and Mo Xie could not withstand this boundless power.

It is clear that relying solely on hatred is insufficient to counter the aura of the five dynasties.

Even Yu Gong was helpless in the face of this atmosphere. Confucianism could not escape its responsibility to assist the monarch in governing the world and educating people.

Later, when one's spine is broken, there's nothing more to say; people's hearts are fickle, but human nature remains unchanged.

But every second that they remain stuck here will push Jianye further into the abyss.

The earth trembled more and more, and the pillar of righteous energy showed signs of disintegration.

"I'll handle this."

The swordsman is replaced; Xu Xuan takes the sword.

The most inhumane person in this world has appeared.

When it comes to confronting intangible and intangible concepts, it's time to let the professionals handle it.

The rise and fall of dynasties is nothing more than a cycle, with one generation after another wielding the Emperor's Sword, yet their essence remains largely unchanged. He was a scholar who had received nine years of compulsory education; a pioneer of modern times, he taught the art of dragon slaying to every student, a skill later counted in the hundreds of millions across the land.

From the challenge and deconstruction of divine authority, from the liberation of humanity to the leap in productivity, from Enlightenment thinkers proclaiming that the blood of tyrants should be used to water the flowers of freedom, the so-called monarchical and divine authority was put to the death knell.

If you're going to kill, you have to kill from the body to the soul.

They not only had to kill the other party, but also had to kill their own inner acceptance and constraints of feudal rules.

For ordinary people to stand up, hatred and anger are essential, and battles, sacrifices, and deaths are also necessary, but the most crucial element is ideology!

The sword of the common people should have an indomitable spirit at its pommel, courage and bravery on its hilt, benevolence and morality on its guard, and wisdom and investigation on its blade.

Break through ignorance, shatter shackles, tear through darkness, and help hundreds of millions of people forge a sword that will last for millennia.

A single sword strike can slay an emperor; the combined power of a thousand sword strikes can annihilate the entire world.

"Your sword is still a bit lacking."

The moment Xu Xuan drew his sword, his demonic nature began to overwhelm and erode the demonic nature of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie.

The figure of Wu Chaolong, who was moving through the clouds, paused and even took a slight step back, showing a human-like demeanor.

It was as if I saw the end of the Dharma era, a time when the world was no longer ruled by one family or one surname, and a moment when people no longer needed the protection of destiny.

Then, a flash of sword light appeared, and before the dragon could react, a huge dragon claw fell down, its symbol of which mountains and rivers it represented.

Another sword strike severed the dragon's tail, as if several more great cities had fallen, along with several poignant and moving stories.

With a single, decisive stroke, he severed the dragon's whiskers, as if one could hear someone weeping bitterly over the strife between ruler and subject.

With a backhand stroke, he chopped off the dragon's horn, and once again, the father and son wailed in agony.

The people of Jianye suddenly burst into tears for no apparent reason, grief welling up in their hearts.

Because what was being severed were the rules and beliefs ingrained in their very bones, it was no different from the sky falling.

Yu Gong was even more alarmed.

What kind of sword is Xu Hanwen wielding that is so blasphemous?

Unexpectedly, although the sword was rebellious, man was a thousand times more rebellious than the sword.

Xu Xuan completely ignored the expressions of the people below and continued hacking and slashing.

Some say: "The foundation of a nation lies in its people."

He broke through the dragon's belly and crawled inside, unleashing countless bursts of sword light.

Some say: History is created by the people.

Cutting from head to tail, it brought out handfuls of illusory golden blood.

Even ordinary people could hear fear and panic in this dragon's roar.

The man holding the sword rubbed his ear, displeased.

Some say: "No need to fart, just watch the world turn upside down."

In the blink of an eye, a piece of imperial dragon energy was severed and fell into the earth, instantly calming the earth's veins considerably.

With the first one cut off and falling into Jianye, the remaining four, even more ferocious, rushed up to besiege it.

This is the greatest demon in thousands of years, a demon even more terrifying than the villain who severed the dragon vein.

Then he was slashed wildly by the random swordplay, jumping up and down. Xu Xuan drew his sword from the clouds, not reciting poetry, but speaking only the truth.

This leaves no trace of imperial majesty, only a lingering existence.

That person has no mercy; no matter who you are, as long as you're alive, you have a future.

Since you don't want to go back, then suffer a bit before you die.

The remaining dragons hid in the dark clouds, but how could they possibly escape the clutches of evil?

(End of this chapter)