Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 519 No Disaster Ahead
They also witnessed the scenes of hell and the impact on human ethics and filial piety.

Its righteous spirit has taken another step forward, even showing a tendency to transcend the framework of human society.

Filial piety and the afterlife cannot change his current choice. Even if the heavens and earth collapse, the moon dies and the stars fall, nothing can stop his heart.

He brought his five fingers together at his waist, pushed off with his front foot, and threw a punch that flew through the air and slammed down.

Layer upon layer of shockwaves piled up, creating surging waves, and shattered many things through extreme willpower.

This is fist, this is sword, and this is Confucian chivalry.

The azure energy condensed into light and opened a passage. The evil spirits were being punished in hell, protected by the Sixth Great Hell. Unfortunately, this power could not withstand the will of this punch, which was truly indestructible!

Ning Caichen was even faster.

The Demon of the Harp in Hell received countless negative emotions, and its abilities gradually became supernatural.

No human rules are as good as the rules here.

Good deeds will be rewarded, and evil deeds should also be punished.

With a thought, seven strings of a zither appeared from the void.

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, surprise, fear, thought.

He progressed slowly on the Emperor's Song, but made rapid progress on the God-Awesome Song, mastering it in an instant.

With a gentle touch of the fingers, the melody touches the heart.

Even a minor demon king couldn't withstand the torment of the seven emotions. How could an ordinary soul bear such manipulation? It would explode directly and be burned into nothingness by the righteous energy that struck it, completely scattering its soul.

This was not the first enemy that Sanqi had ever eliminated, but it was an enemy of very different significance.

This action was also to prevent his good friend from being wronged.

Ji was very touched, but he didn't leave me any chance at all.

But you two jumped down with me, right? How come your special effects were so amazing?

So, you guys seem even more powerful in the underworld? Am I not the main character on this journey through hell?

Ji, feeling a bit envious after being shown off by her friend, said, "You two stop posing and let's go...go...go!"

A powerful drowsiness surged from his limbs and the depths of his mind, as if a huge boulder had been lifted from his body. The feeling of ease made his body stretch out and then curl up involuntarily.

In the realm of the unseen.

The curse of innocence that had accompanied him throughout his life was shattered in an instant, the curse that had been binding his fortune was broken, and the fortune that had been suppressed for so long was released at this moment.

Emerging from a state of non-interaction between heaven and earth, and of obstruction between all things, it has come to a time of change, a state of moving in accordance with the times.

Guo Bei's turn for the better came from the dragon energy he swallowed during the Five Dragons Rebellion in Jianye, the gifts he received from the mural, the blessing of the Jiangnan cultural lineage, and the karma of becoming a disciple of Xu Xuan.

When everything came rushing out at once, his transformation into a dragon and a snake began.

It was clearly an intangible evolution of fortune, but because it was so overwhelming, it shut down the five senses and six consciousnesses.

After losing consciousness, her body could only lie flat, her hands casually flexing at the elbows, exhaling softly, evenly, long, and continuous. Her heart was beating weakly, clearly indicating that she was sleeping very soundly.

The two friends were a little worried when they saw Ji Rui fall asleep so easily. Even young people shouldn't just lie down and sleep here.

Ning Caichen felt that things were getting a bit tricky.

It was Zao who made the decision, carrying Sleeping Beauty along the way.

"Just turn yourself in quickly, and let Master Xu worry about the rest."

These words resonated deeply with Ning. Yes, why should these young students who are still studying worry about so much?

The two of them walked straight into the territory of the King of Scattered Calamities.

The little devils patrolling the road were a bit confused when they saw two grown men walking towards them. They thought that these people were probably not the ones the king had sent to find.

"How dare you look down on us, you brat! There are three of us here!"

"Hurry up and lead the way, or I'll rip your head off!"

Zao was so arrogant, gesturing with his fists the size of sandbags, scaring the little devil into bowing and scraping as he led the way.

The ghosts and monsters along the way were also curious. These were the three humans that Black Mountain had specifically requested. How come one of them was asleep? What audacity!
Arriving at a small hillside, the Ghost King was waiting there. Like a thin mist under the night sky, he sometimes condensed into a towering figure, and sometimes turned into a wisp of smoke, ethereal and elusive.

His eyes were as deep as black holes, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, as if they could see into the essence of all things in the world and the secrets deep within the soul.

This is the King of Scattering Calamities mentioned in the commentary on the Chapter on the Praise of Yama, Volume 8 of the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

This demon king spreads calamities upon evil-doing beings, so that they may know the law of cause and effect and retribution, and thus correct their mistakes and refrain from committing them.

They possess great supernatural powers, but are inherently limited and cannot advance further; this can be considered a form of balance between heaven and earth.

The reason they came to compete for the Sixth Great Prison was simply to find a way to break through to the Innate Realm.

If the immortals and Buddhas were still alive, it could only squat on Baodu Mountain, bathed in the glory of the Central Ghost Emperor, waiting to be taken away by some Buddha or immortal to be a doorman or a servant who holds incense.

This is the best path for such ghost kings, at least they can be brought back to the righteous path, and they don't have to worry about being captured and used as medicine for alchemy because of their special nature.

Unfortunately, there is no choice now. The Ghost Emperor has vanished without a trace, and the Underworld has fallen silent.

Not to mention official positions, even the divine duties of the underworld have disappeared.

From the perspective of ghosts and monsters, the time since immortals, Buddhas, and saints disappeared is not long, so most of them can still hold back.

However, as time goes by and the world changes, more demons and ghosts may emerge to cause turmoil.

Half a year ago, after seeing the image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to save the City of the Wrongfully Dead, the King of Scattered Calamities felt his three souls tremble and he could not control them.

It could only emerge from Baodu Mountain to find its own way out and seize the initiative.

The Sixth Great Prison was the battlefield between it and King Qilishi.

However, the Black Mountain Sect disciples who suddenly appeared were indeed quite formidable, interrupting the conflict.

What's even more terrifying is that the reincarnated spirit child related to Ksitigarbha is absolutely horrifying.

Buddhism has a great influence in the underworld, after all, the true body of a great Bodhisattva, whose status is higher than that of the Buddha, resides in hell.

Theoretically, Ksitigarbha should not be reincarnated, as this contradicts his Buddhist teachings.

But even if there's only a one in a billion chance, it wouldn't dare to gamble.

The former Little Karami, now the Ghost King, has never forgotten the fear he felt from the immortals and Buddhas, nor does he believe that any audacious person would dare to impersonate the gods and Buddhas.

At least the underworld doesn't exist; those disrespectful monsters live in the mortal world.

Seeing the three humans who had come to seek refuge, he was immediately at a loss.

Two dark, hollow eyes scanned the area.

One of them exuded righteousness and his blood burned like the sun; he should be a first-rate figure in the world.

The other one exuded a chilling demonic aura, its entire body swirling with the power of the seven emotions and six desires. If it weren't for the lingering presence of a living being, one would almost have mistaken it for a powerful native demon.

This is the last one.
It glanced at it once and then looked away, simply because—it dared not look any longer.

This person's qi, blood, muscles, and bones were all curled up, like a round, shiny, golden elixir, or like the chaos of heaven and earth as a chicken egg, indistinct and unclear.

It can spread calamities, and is naturally close to the law of cause and effect.

However, it lost many of its effects on Ji Rui, and one could only sense that the other party was undergoing an inexplicable transformation.

As for what it will become after the transformation, I dare not think about it.

That's it, that's it.

Send them to the Hell of Howling and Crying to find out if it's true or false.

He dared not say anything more, gathered his elite troops, and rode on a dark cloud straight towards Black Mountain.

No ghost king would be uninterested in the secrets of Ksitigarbha.

As for whether it is dangerous to rashly go to the Lesser Hell?
It is adept at spreading calamities, and naturally it can also sense calamities. Currently, it senses that there are no problems ahead.

Little did they know that this skill was still far from sufficient.

(End of this chapter)