Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 492 The Great Wish of the Human King
The process in the capital went smoothly. Next, torches were carried out to send the plague out of the Duanmen Gate. Outside the gate, cavalrymen carried torches out of the palace, and outside the Simaque Gate, five battalions of knights carried the torches and threw them into the Luo River.

Once this step is completed, the Great Nuo ritual is essentially finished, and the Golden Dragon can instantly annihilate the plague demon's aura.

It was at this moment that Fang Xiangshi paused, his pupils behind the golden mask looking in shock at the man at the highest point.

Emperor Jin also looked down, his face frighteningly calm, but his eyes were turbulent.

The shaman suddenly realized that His Majesty had no regard for the people of the world, only his obsession with becoming an immortal.

Even at the cost of plunging the entire land into darkness and leaving only one in a hundred survivors.

puff!
Without the mask, he is human; with the mask on, he is a god.

What happens when the person behind the mask dies? What happens when a god has no one to rely on?

Blood seeped from behind the golden four-eyed mask, and Fang Xiangshi and the shaman slowly collapsed.

The mask fell to the ground and shattered in two.

The twelve beast shamans looked terrified. Wouldn't falling down now invite a backlash from the Nuo opera?!
Before they could even remove the talisman to save themselves, they were blown into a bloody mist. The likes of Xiongbo, Qiangliang, and Qiongqi could be demon-eating mythical beasts or ferocious beasts causing chaos in the region.

One hundred and twenty disciples of the Yellow Gate immediately coughed up blood, their life force shattered by the rampaging witch power, and collapsed to the ground, unable to rise again.

The entire palace, which had been filled with deafening wailing, suddenly fell silent.

The ministers were shocked, the empress was shocked, and even His Majesty was so excited that he lost his composure.

The golden dragon of fortune, which was sweeping across the land, suddenly stopped, looking incredulously toward the capital.

He is not a mindless, inanimate being; the embodiment of humanity's destiny contains a variety of emotions.

He was simply restrained by the rules and wouldn't act impulsively because of his emotions; even with the white lotus right under his feet, he didn't use his power.

But this time it's a betrayal?!

Then, with a resentful dragon roar, it dissipated into the skies above the Nine Provinces, returning to the pillar of destiny in the imperial capital.

The righteous and demonic masters who were waiting for the dynasty's fortune to sweep across the world were also dumbfounded.

What's going on these past two years? Unexpected events have become commonplace, and shocks have become the norm.

It is important to know that if the Great Exorcism collapses at its peak, it is more harmful than if it were not performed at all, as the plague demon energy will retaliate fiercely when threatened.

In an instant, a gray mist appeared over the entire land, rising from the earth, the sky, the rivers, and all sorts of places.

The righteous sect immediately notified its disciples to return to the mountain gate to avoid disaster. The demons who had previously ignored the plague spirits, which were only active for a limited time, began to stir.

The saying "the Way is declining while the Demonic Way is rising" is absolutely true; this major shift in the trend is truly remarkable.

The nameless old monk chanted "Amitabha Buddha." The Pure Land School did not need to recall its disciples, but the water and land Dharma assembly within the school should be held.

Fahai was right after all; he truly deserves to be called a disciple of Buddha.

Bai Suzhen immediately sought out Xu Hanwen, sensing that the man was about to do something.

Unfortunately, it's really hard to find; even the sense of a love tribulation is almost imperceptible.

A moment later, a white figure rushed out of West Lake.

"Don't do anything reckless!"

She was quite shrewd; she knew that while the Holy Father appeared cautious on the surface, his true, madly critical side would surface when it came to important matters.

At this moment, Xu Xuan watched the light and shadow dissipate, feeling a sense of calm amidst the resentment in the dragon's roar.

When the stone falls to the ground, at least you don't have to worry about the outcome, good or bad.

The incense in the Yuwang Temple has burned out.

The phantom was laughing heartily, and its last words were: "Go for it."

Xu Xuan was also in a good mood, and the thought of the grand scene to come made him feel excited.

Arriving at the shore of Taihu Lake, I retrieved an ancient-looking mask from the water. The five sacred mountains on its face weren't as vibrant or distinctive as those on traditional Nuo masks; it was a simple and unadorned face, but upon closer inspection, it had a slight smile on its face, like a cheerful old man.

Put the mask on your face.
The reflection in the lake no longer shows the smiling old man, but an ancient emperor who roamed the world and divided the land into nine provinces.

Take a step forward and step onto Taihu Lake.

The mighty water began to ripple, and the vast amount of water elemental power accumulated here transformed into a magical force that surrounded him.

It is simply because of the four words in the Yu Gong (Tribute of Yu): Zhenze Diding (The Floodplain is Stabilized).

The Taihu Water Lord, who was farming in the jungle, immediately realized something was wrong; it seemed like his base had been raided.

But it was only a fleeting feeling, because in the next instant Xu Xuan had already arrived on the Yangtze River.

The Dragon King stood before him, his face filled with disbelief and joy.

What did He see?
I saw the White Lotus Saint Father surrounding the great aspirations of humanity entrusted by the ancient emperors.

I'm really curious about what kind of wish could move a King Yu who is no longer the King Yu.

This is quite impressive. Xu Xuan gave a super interesting answer after three incense sticks had almost burned out, which instantly won over the senior.

The eyes behind the mask smiled broadly and said to the Dragon King, "Happy New Year!"

Jiao Yanshou of the Western Han Dynasty wrote in "Jiao's Yilin": "Abundant wealth and prosperity, endless joy."

May the new year bring wealth, abundance, and a life free from worries about food and clothing, with happiness and joy that can continue and extend infinitely throughout life.

Such a simple wish was very appealing to the ancient sage emperor.

The Dragon King was delighted to hear this, as he hadn't heard such a simple and pure blessing in a long time.

When he gets into a good mood, he's not stingy.

This mask alone is not enough to travel all over the land.

Although Yu the Great held an exceptionally high position, he ultimately perished far too long ago, leaving very little power behind in this era. This mask is probably the last glimmer of his glory.

So, when He raised His hand and pointed, the Yangtze River stood still for a moment.

The authority of the four rivers of the divine era and the power of the dragon totem transformed into the most vibrant black and red robes.

The crimson robe fluttered in the river wind, and Xu Xuan, wearing a mask, remained completely calm.

"Thank you."

Then, stepping onto the flowing water, heading north, one river after another was traversed—the roads that once divided the land and governed the region, now a smooth and easy path.

On the last day of the twelfth lunar month, abnormal fluctuations occurred in the hydrology of various places, and the vast water system, stretching for thousands of miles, awaited the arrival of the emperor.

Outside the capital, on the Luo River.

The five battalions of the Imperial Guard knights stood here bewildered. Logically, the torch should have been passed here by now and finally sent into the Luo River.

Why haven't any knights arrived from the palace yet, and why do I feel so depressed?

Just then, he caught a glimpse of a shadow behind him out of the corner of his eye. He quickly turned around and drew his ceremonial sword from his horse for defense. It was clear that the shadow was indeed one of the elite.

"How dare you! You have blocked the Luo River during the Great Nuo ritual! You...you..."

But they saw that the person was standing on the water, and the Luo River, which had been low in winter, was rising rapidly.

The man turned his head, his face adorned with a simple, ancient Nuo mask and the most vibrant red robe, his calm eyes gazing down at the capital city not far away.

Then, with a gentle step, the Luo River swelled!

It is taller than the city wall, taller than the imperial palace, and taller than the tallest person in the palace.

(End of this chapter)