Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 330 Miss Bai, save me!

The vast difference in strength made death come so easily.

As if Mount Sumeru were collapsing and the pagoda were falling, the divine palm, with its overwhelming force, slowly advanced.

Regardless of whether the fake Arhat's move was authentic or not, the special effects were truly stunning.

Immeasurable light, immeasurable life, illuminating the ten directions and eight extremes, and the infinite worlds.

A golden palm descended with an eerie and cold compassion, whether it was the Tathagata Palm or the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms was unknown.

Buddha's light, chanting, golden light, dragon's roar—all were present.

Xu Xuan watched helplessly as the golden Buddha's palm landed on his chest.

Boom!
A violent storm raged in the Qiantang River, with lightning and thunder. The waters of West Lake rose sharply, and waves surged on the Qiantang River.

In the mountains, beasts fled in panic, birds took flight in flocks, and all living beings were driven by instinct to terror.

Amidst the thunderous roar, many people connected by cause and effect felt it.

A butterfly flew out of the library on Nanshan Mountain and landed on a lotus flower in the Yisan Courtyard, seemingly real yet ethereal.

I wonder if the scholar who wrote "Heaven and earth were born together with me, and all things are one with me" will ever return.

On the Yangtze River, the Dragon King looked up at the sky with his head held high, and the aura of the white lotus disappeared once again, just like before.

The concept of the dragon that was borrowed will never come back.

Its eyes were filled with struggle. It couldn't get out, just like before.

The three outstanding students in the academy felt a void in their hearts, their inner world sinking endlessly, as if they had lost their support.

The brilliance of the three words "benevolence," "goodness," and "evil" has faded.

Zao's heart pounded wildly, his body brimming with righteous energy, almost beyond his control. His fierce passion surged to the heavens, and he felt an urge to cleave things in two.

Ning Caichen suddenly burst into tears, feeling a pang of regret, understanding a deeper layer of love, and deciphering the meaning of "love" once more.

Ji Rui exclaimed in surprise, "Master Xu!" A white deer appeared at his feet, carrying the word "Self-Discipline" in its mouth—a secret he had brought back without Xu Xuan's knowledge. But that was no longer important at this moment.

Inside the Baoan Hall, Gui Da suddenly felt a dark cloud hanging over him, and even without his supernatural powers of seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, he felt a chill run through his body.

Peeking outside, he was filled with horror and hurriedly went to the backyard to find the idiotic old Taoist priest to cast a divination using his shed tortoise shell.

Master Mao, however, was filled with a sense of foreboding as he watched Cheng Ying leap out of the sword box.

"Yingqi, Yingnan stays here."

"I'm going with Turtle to find Young Master Xu!"

The two hurriedly went outside and saw a strange phenomenon in the sky.

Stars appear in broad daylight, the sky is gloomy and the earth is desolate, darkness prevails.

They exchanged a glance and felt a surge of fear. Young Master Xu was not there, nor was King Xiaoqing. Lacking their leader, they hurriedly headed towards West Lake.

And in Bipoluoyan.

Xu Xuan is enduring the final calamity of death.

His lofty ambitions couldn't compare to the years of cultivation his opponent had spent, and he was still struck.

It is said that at the moment of death, time is stretched out infinitely.

That's why there are scenes like flashbacks, where characters mutter "How could I have fallen here?" and then turn the tables.

In this world, they might not have had a chance to fight back.

In the two years since his debut, he has faced powerful opponents at higher levels. However, either he used his grand ambition to obtain a peak experience card to overcome the tribulation, or the enemy himself had problems. At worst, he would wait for a powerful figure to come and clean up the mess.

This time, he truly faced the strongest opponent with his original strength, a Buddhist master who had attained the Arhatship.

That's incredibly powerful.

All protective auras were extinguished, the brocade cassock was torn apart, the commoner's sword energy vanished into nothingness, and the Gui water-summoned lightning exploded silently.

The Pure Land of Bodhicitta has lost all vitality; the flowing water has dried up; the Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli has lost its life force; the leaves on the precious trees have all withered; and the precious banners and pavilions have all broken and collapsed.

The land behind it was even more desolate. Little Western Paradise had been flattened, the magma flowing beneath the black earth had been frozen, and countless karmic ghosts let out their final groans. Even the chains of karmic fire were powerless to restrain them.

All methods have failed.

The next moment, the physical body was struck by the palm force. The three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit disintegrated.

First, his essence was directly struck into oblivion by the boundless Vajra power.

To withstand the power of Vajra, one must possess an indestructible body.

The physical body of Zen Master Fahai is nothing more than ordinary; it cannot remain forever and coexist with the ultimate truth.

Both acquired and innate essences appear so fragile and vulnerable in the face of the immense power of higher dimensions.

Although the body is still intact, all life has died, and what stands there can be called a corpse.

Next comes the Qi, and all Qi dissipates.

When Qi gathers, life arises; when Qi disperses, death occurs. The constant movement and transformation of Qi changes the life substances within the body.

The Qi of Heaven and Earth, the Qi of Heaven, the Qi of Primordial Qi, the Qi of Innate Qi, the Qi of Acquired Qi, and the Qi of the Dao—all have perished.

The surrounding vital energy was also isolated from the body, and there was nothing in any of the body's orifices.

Finally, there is God.

It began to decompose even before it got close to the outer edge of the divine soul, and the inner landscape of the divine court was collapsing like the end of the world.

The connection between the microcosm of the human body and the macrocosm outside is broken bit by bit.

The White Lotus Dharma Image is constantly resisting this from happening, mobilizing the fire of wisdom gained from daily teaching to perform the act of mending the heavens.

Unfortunately, the extraterrestrial demons that invaded this time were too powerful. The sky collapsed and the earth caved in, their souls crumbled, and their inner realms suffered repeated defeats.

An atmosphere of desolation has already permeated the corners of the apocalypse.

Even from an unknown place, an increasingly powerful guiding force emanated, a familiar feeling—it turned out that the laws of the underworld were beginning to prepare to accept the soul.

I wonder if I'll end up in the deepest hell.

Of course, going to hell is not necessarily a bad thing. Although it is difficult for a spirit to become a saint after countless eons, there is still a glimmer of hope.

Unfortunately, the Arhat's palm strike was utterly merciless; it seemed it would obliterate the soul as well.

The death calamity is meant to take away one's chance of life and send one into the cycle of reincarnation.

But for some reason, this Arhat didn't even want to give him a chance to reincarnate, and wanted to use this opportunity to kill the Buddha's enemy.

The Vajra Force naturally ejected the soul from the body's orifice, and it drifted down into the body of Pippala.

Xu Xuan, who had drifted away, sensed that he was no longer connected to his physical body and knew that he had died.

Meanwhile, the endless Vajra power continued to erode his soul, and the mad monk watched him perish.

'Bald monk!'

'If I do not die, Zen Buddhism will face a calamity.'

The dragon-slaying puppet remained silent as it watched the other continue its demise.

The white lotus saint, stripped of his outer disguise, continued to struggle, cursing and swearing.

The white lotus made a great vow to transform the Pure Land into the human world, and when it left, it was as if lotuses bloomed with every step it took.

Stepping on lotus flowers backwards, one petal withers with each step, and after thirty-six steps, the soul is scattered.

The Holy Mother's techniques are incredibly powerful, but unfortunately, the enemies she encountered were far beyond her capabilities.

At that very moment, on the brink of life and death, he sensed that the most unique of all causes and effects had stirred.

The fluctuations were extremely violent and very close.

The Father was overjoyed, for my thigh had arrived!
Although he was in a sorry state, he didn't care about anything else and immediately shouted:
"Miss Bai, save me!!!"

coax!!!
As the Arhat looked up, the stone wall suddenly shattered.

Broken stones, severed arms, and Buddha heads flying everywhere fell like a rain of flowers.

A hornless black dragon and a golden dragon clashed and crashed in, unleashing a storm of lightning and sword energy that raged across the sky.

Hundreds of meters long dragons fought each other, and scales the size of plates fell along with the rubble.

(End of this chapter)