Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 493 Happy New Year
A blue curtain of water instantly hung over the center of the empire, and millions of people in the capital fled in panic, while the royal guards stood ready for battle.

Born into a prestigious family, they cultivated using the methods of Fulongting, and their fates were intertwined with that of the Great Jin Dynasty.

The failure of the Great Nuo ritual has already weakened the spirit; no further accidents can be allowed to occur at this moment.

I just can't understand how anyone could come to the Humanitarian Fortune Center and cause trouble. How could anyone dare to do that?!
The Imperial Advisor's pupils shifted dozens of times; he wanted to run.

Because it's completely unfathomable—unfathomable behind the mask, unfathomable beneath the red robe, unfathomable why the water is flowing upside down, and even unfathomable about the other party's purpose.

Only the Jin Emperor!

He stood behind numerous guards and attendants, staring intently at the other man.

Because he could tell who the other person was and what they were looking at!
Instinct told him that the one standing on the water was the King of Men! The King of Men was looking at the Golden Dragon of Fortune!
snort!
So what if we look? Without my permission, no one can interfere with the fate of the Great Jin!
The Imperial Guards, having realized what was happening, had already begun to assemble their battle formation. Once the battle formation of their Qi and Blood was fully formed, even those with extraordinary cultivation would perish in the Luo River.

Xu Xuan, however, didn't care about these worthless objects at all.

I'm here today to do something fun and enjoyable.

The Great Nuo ritual has already failed and is basically beyond saving.

It is possible to announce another kind of dance.

Ding dong!

It is the sound of jade tablets colliding, and also the transmission of ancient sounds.

The mysterious figure standing on the Luo River seemed unsteady as he took a step.

First, raise the left, the Luo River surges and hangs in the sky, covering the red dust of the capital for a hundred miles, washing away Sima's evil oath that disrupted the natural order.

With the second step taken, smoke and clouds converge from all directions, and the power of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning surrounds the body, giving control over heaven and earth.

When the third step landed, all the beasts howled, and people were filled with fear, but the torch shone brightly in their hearts.

One step at a time, one before and one after, one yin and one yang, the beginning and the end are synchronized.

Light, floating, swirling, trembling, as if afflicted with a partial paralysis, each step is distinct, mysterious and primal.

Such shuffling steps, however, convey a sense of conquering mountains and traversing seas, and an ambition to stand tall and upright.

Combined with an unrecognizable Nuo mask on the face, a red robe, and the clumsy arm movements, along with the occasional clash of the jade tablets, this is an even more ancient Nuo dance.
People seemed to be transported back to an era of devastating floods, rampant destruction, shifting mountains and rivers, and utter devastation.

Someone recognized it, but asked uncertainly: Is this the Yu Step?

It's no wonder he wasn't sure; nowadays, everyone who enters the scene with the Yu Bu (禹步) step is accompanied by the movement of the Big Dipper and the sound of wind and thunder.

The current mainstream is to combine the essence of flying, the spirit of treading the earth, and the true nature of humanity, so that the three powers (heaven, earth, and man) can be in harmony and the nine energies can be in sync.

He had never seen this version before; if he weren't so familiar with the location, he really wouldn't have recognized it.

Some of the older folks noticed something amiss and then moved back a little.

"Si Shi was Yu. He was in charge of controlling the floods and traversing mountains and rivers. He had a foot ailment, so he walked with a limp. Many folk shamans imitated Yu's gait."

"This is the original Yu Step, and its power should not be as great as the Yu Step that has been improved countless times in modern times."

The new worshipper is curious. If you're not powerful, why are you stepping back?

The old man said no more and took a few steps back.

In ancient times, Yu dammed the floods, opened up the rivers, and connected the four barbarian tribes and the nine provinces. There were three hundred famous mountains, three thousand tributary rivers, and countless smaller ones. Yu personally wielded the hoe and plow, mixing the rivers of the world. His calves were bare, his shins were hairless, he bathed in torrential rain, combed his hair in the fierce wind, and established ten thousand states.

Faced with such a holy emperor's pace, would not retreating be an attempt to block His path?
And so, the entire capital watched as the red-robed shaman walked around the capital on the Luo River, without the 120 followers or the roars of the twelve beasts, before finally stepping back to the starting point.

The golden dragon did not expand, and its fortune remained unchanged.

Because this grand ceremony activates the Luo River!
"Go."

At a command, the tangible Luo River stretched straight out amidst cheers, crashing directly into the illusory Sea of ​​Fortune!

Xu Xuan's Nuo ritual, which aimed to communicate with the ancients, was not an invitation, but an invasion.

He is not a good person!
The Jin Dynasty's authority over destiny was broken, and an impossible contact occurred between matter and destiny.

Golden fortune and blue river water intertwine, clearly distinct yet endlessly intertwined.

Hate, hate, hate! The resentment of the Luo River, activated by the ancient shaman, finally gave him a chance for revenge.

Beneath the red robe and mask was an arrogant and domineering face. How could the human world tolerate such filthy things causing trouble!

Golden mist rises from the surging waters, reflecting the sunlight in a magnificent and dazzling display.

Amidst the beautiful scenery, Xu raised his arm and stretched it backward in a perfect motion, simultaneously with the Luo River in the Sea of ​​Fortune.

Then, with his arm stretched to its limit, he began to draw a perfect arc.

Carrying the most vibrant sleeves and the heaviest Luo River, it fell heavily.

What Xu Xuan excels at most is giving a sharp, decisive blow!
Just like before!
Snapped! ! !
Jinlong's enormous head was tilted to one side, looking dazed.

Emperor Jin tilted his head in unison, looking dazed.

The Dragon King of the South laughed heartily, his laughter causing the Yangtze River to tremble. He even wished he could go out and drink with this madman.

Upon arriving in the capital, Bai Suzhen gently covered her mouth, her pupils transforming into snake eyes.

Although she couldn't see through the mask and red robe, that gesture... it was him!!!
For some reason, when Lady White Snake looked at the man standing on the Luo River, laughing loudly, she felt a surge of warmth in her heart. Xu Hanwen was truly... too handsome at that moment!
The worshippers immediately knelt down, moving backward as they did so.

Even immortals are nothing more than this, unafraid of the consequences of imperial rule. What a slap in the face!

Although the courtiers could not see the golden dragon of fortune, they could see the other party waving his hand and the Emperor of Jin tilting his head!

This! This! This! This!

Feeling refreshed, Xu looked at Emperor Jin, whose eyes were as red as a ghost, and laughed: "What's the difference between you and Zhang San?"

Then he looked at the equally enraged golden dragon of destiny. "Come and chase me!"

hold head high!!!!

Jinlong charged out like a madman, saying, "Since Luoshui has paved the way, then you shall die! Die!"
The Father nodded in satisfaction. Indeed, this method was the fastest and most direct. I am truly a genius.

So now, let's begin a romantic escape!
Turn around, look back.

Looking down at the assembled officials and the people below, he said, "Happy New Year."

He took a step and dodged the golden dragon's claws.

With a graceful turn, she stepped onto the Luo River and headed east.

Today, white lotuses play with golden dragons, and the Holy Father guards the nine provinces!

Yu divided the land into nine provinces, dredged rivers along the mountains, and assigned tribute according to the local conditions. Yu spread the land, cleared trees along the mountains, and established the foundation for the high mountains and great rivers.

The second step involved being in Heze, where a water ghost happened to be committing evil deeds, and the two sides met.

Seeing the other party's behavior, the Holy Father casually gave a thumbs up and said "Happy New Year." Then, the golden dragon broke through the void and arrived. In the Heze River Basin, all demons and ghosts disappeared.

On the Yellow River, Xu Xuan didn't have time to compose a poem before he immediately dodged into the Jing Mountains, narrowly avoiding the dragon's tail.

Wherever traces of Yu are left, people and dragons appear.

Wherever it passed, the aura of the plague demons was burned into nothingness.

Moments later, Yuzhou was pacified; this was Xu Xuan's Nuo opera.

Let alone the plague demons, even the biggest devils are running away, afraid of being affected.

This earth-shattering escape has become the focus of attention for countless experts. No one can guess the identity of the red-robed wizard; all they know is that this audacious fellow is a hero among mortals.

Those who seek transcendence will not emulate this behavior, but...
"salute!"

Outside the Taoist temple, dozens of Taoist priests bowed and made a gesture of respect.

The Buddhist temple resounded with chanting, praying for the heroes.

Next, they entered Jizhou, passing through Jieshi Mountain, Daluze, Hengshui, and Weishui. Xu Xuan walked through them in his most dashing manner, but became increasingly disheveled as he went, and the little dragon behind him was getting a bit irritable.

Yanzhou, along the nine tributaries of the lower Yellow River—Leixiaze, Yongshui, Luoshui, and Jushui—remembered the shadows of a man and a dragon, who fought fiercely, soaring through the heavens and plunging into the earth.

Qingzhou, Weishui and Zishui, Wenshui and Jishui, finally the Holy Father, standing atop Mount Tai, was somewhat tired.

Traveling throughout the nine provinces with the help of Yu's legacy, while aided by external forces, only intensified the pressure on his mind and spirit.

The golden dragon was no longer as domineering and decisive as when it had just pounced out of the capital; its instincts urged it to return to its original position.

This won't do. It's only four states; we need to use some serious measures.

Xu Xuan didn't need to look at him or say anything; he simply released a hint of his pure, innocent aura.
Longan almost popped his eye out. So it was you again!

hold head high!!!!

In Yangzhou, a dragon suddenly leaped in Poyang Lake. Monk Qingyou was momentarily stunned, then threw a punch that momentarily stopped the golden dragon. The Holy Father teleported three times at his limit, tearing a sleeve of his red robe.

Jingzhou, Dongting Lake is hidden in the clouds and mist to avoid its sharp edge, the dragon roars on the Han River, a wisp of breeze on Nanhua Mountain sends Xu Xuan soaring up a thousand miles, and a corner of the Nuo mask cracks open.

In Xuzhou, on the Huai River, Xu Xuan, enraged by the pursuit, turned around and launched a sliding tackle. After paying the price of coughing up three liters of blood, he dived into the Huai River and was flung away by the iron chain.

Liangzhou, the stronghold of the demonic path.

Xu, the wizard, waded through the Tuo River, diving and traversing the Shu and Jianwei regions. With the power of cause and effect fully activated, by sheer coincidence, he encountered a green-robed figure fleeing.

A once-powerful demonic hero met a tragic end under the combined attack of the Holy Father and the Golden Dragon. His resentment was not even released before it was refined by the luck of humanity, a truly tragic end.

Of course, the price was also terrible; only half of the Nuo mask remained, and only one sleeve of the red robe was left.
The last stop: Yongzhou.

The Blackwater West River cuts across Kunlun. Xu Xuan, leaning against the Dragon Gate, was panting heavily and looked utterly disheveled.

We arrived at sunset, and such a beautiful view was not to be missed.

Wang Wei was truly remarkable; how did he come up with the idea of ​​"the setting sun over the long river"?

The self-proclaimed master of poetry, the Holy Father, has to admit defeat.

The golden dragon, which had been chasing him all the way, appeared in front of Xu Xuan. Just then, the mask shattered and the red robe vanished.

Xu Xuan could only say something dryly;
"Happy New Year."

Its eyes were fierce and menacing, and its size was more than twice as large as when it left Yuzhou.

It was their own doing; the evil spirits of the plague dissipated, and the power of humanity was restored.

As the new year begins and everything is renewed, the golden dragon of fortune will become even stronger.

However, the Father didn't care about that; he had accomplished everything he cared about.

With a bang, the previously imposing Xu Renwang Xuan was sent flying in a spinning motion.

Jinlong turned around and returned to the capital.

This time, Bai Lian has rendered meritorious service to the human race; killing her would be inauspicious.

After flying across the sky for a long time, Xu Xuan fell into a slightly cold but fragrant embrace, drawn by cause and effect.

That's really lucky.

"Happy New Year."

(End of this chapter)