Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 520 Going up the mountain is easy
The great cry echoes through hell.

Xu Xuan and Xiao Qing looked towards the barrier. Now that they were in sync, they had the same control over the Calamity Land.

The two of them saw unusual clouds in the distance.

"The aura of disaster seems to be from the King of Calamity." Xu, with his rich experience in dealing with such situations, recognized it at a glance.

"Yes, you're right." Xiaoqing was a beat late and could only agree with one sentence to show that she was also very good.

After sharing the White Lotus Demon Lord's spiritual perception, the little demon saw a colorful and dazzling world, filled with all sorts of clouds, spiritual energy, demonic energy, and yin energy—a chaotic mess.

This is the blessing that the White Lotus Descent Sutra bestows upon the soul.

No one knows how the first Holy Mother used her powers, but she was simply invincible among mortals.

For some reason, the second-generation Holy Father chose to spread the teachings and transmit his thoughts and will in the evolution of the practice.

Even the Holy Father himself did not expect that it was because his Pure Land Dharma and Ksitigarbha Dharma were progressing so rapidly that he firmly believed he would be invincible in the universe in the future that he chose other directions of development.

However, he could accept the fact that this mental cultivation method was entirely at his discretion.

The little monster felt like he was being bewitched.

Although she was a bit simple-minded, she knew that Xu Xuan was somewhat abnormal.

No one cultivates like him, switching freely between Buddha and demon, and even possessing a layer of calamity.

Even her older sister paid close attention to this human Xiao Xiu. At first, she was somewhat wary, but recently she has come to appreciate him. She couldn't understand it.

But it was only in the underworld that Xiaoqing saw a corner hidden beneath the iceberg.

This guy usually keeps these things hidden away in a safe place, but only after being given access this time did he realize how much trust he had placed in him.

Anyway, we originally followed Xu Xuan, and we even debuted as a group in our early days.

It's a pity that things have gotten so big now. You're the demonic monk, and I'm the water spirit. Our combination... well...
The little monster suddenly started thinking about random things, forcing himself to create an atmosphere of reminiscing about the past.

Snapped!
Xu Xuan smacked him on the head.

What's with the actors being so unprofessional? They're about to go on stage.

"Get your act together."

"We don't have much time left."

Whether or not the Montenegrin brother can become great again depends on these few days, after all, the academy will start school in a few days, and this year is the autumn imperial examination!
Afterwards, they will attack Dongting. Yun Zhongjun is not an easy opponent, and so far he has not revealed much of his background or strength.

There's a high probability I'll have to take the imperial examination in the capital again in the second half of the year. The Holy Father is entering the capital. Just thinking about it is incredibly exciting.

Therefore, there are a lot of large-scale dungeons this year, not to mention the various small dungeons that suddenly appear unexpectedly.

Based on his firm self-awareness, Xu no longer considered the idea of ​​turning hostility into friendship or the idea of ​​everyone jointly developing and building a new Kyushu.

Regardless of identity, ideology, or stance, just do it.

In short, let's clean up the Sixth Great Prison first.

Xiaoqing immediately donned full protective gear, and her expression transformed into a standard villain's face.

In short, he's cold, domineering, and arrogant, portraying the image he most admires.

Xu Xuan then transformed into a ghost strategist, waving a goose feather fan with great flair.

Our meeting with Zhuge Liang in the mortal realm was rather brief; I can only be Zhuge Liang in the underworld for now.

Zhang Hua followed behind as a registrar who never showed his face.

His current scholarly look is really unremarkable, but at least it's better than a driver's.

A chilling wind rapidly approached from afar, soon settling at the foot of the mountain, where the King of Calamities had arrived with over ten thousand ghost soldiers.

The banners and armored soldiers were neatly arranged on both sides, clearly indicating an elite force.

The scene was quite spectacular; as the saying goes, "A thousand people can blot out the sky; ten thousand people can create an endless expanse."

This display of power was anything but weak; it didn't seem like a gift, but rather a declaration of war. Xu Xuan understood this stance.

They've already come all the way to the Sixth Prison to fight for supremacy, how could they possibly just willingly obey and be handed over to someone else?

Coming here also carries a sense of testing the waters; bringing a full army is meant to bolster their presence.

Even if the Demon King of Disasters doesn't understand, his advisors will remind him.

There are also geniuses among ghosts. Many who have no incense offerings and are unwilling to be reincarnated or suffer punishment will seek refuge with a great king.

As for the large number of troops, that's not really a concern.

There are as many ghosts as you want in the underworld; you can create hundreds of thousands or even millions if you're ruthless enough.

For example, the Black Mountain Army whom Xu Xuan personally performed the ritual to help them pass on to the afterlife.

It's filled with elite troops and powerful soldiers; the City of the Wrongfully Dead is teeming with resentful ghost soldiers, possessing formidable innate combat strength. Most of the mid-level ranks are even more ferocious, being born from battle spirits. As for the Ten Ghost Generals, they each have their own mini-bosses in their own instanced dungeons.

The mere ten thousand who came are nothing compared to what I have on my Black Mountain alone—thirty thousand karmic ghosts, and they are filled with resentment, fierce and malevolent of the Three Poisons.

They remained calm and composed, even concealing their murderous intent with remarkable secrecy.

On the contrary, the Demon King of Scattered Calamities at the foot of the mountain stopped in his tracks.

The soul's form shifted constantly, sometimes twisting and sometimes becoming round, making it impossible to take a step for a moment.

"Montenegro."

For some reason, I felt a sense of fear towards the newly formed mountain range in front of me.

As a naturally born ghost, its instincts still play a role.

“Your Majesty, Black Mountain has not yet returned. We still have many ghost kings on Baodu Mountain behind us, so why hesitate so much?”

However, it wasn't just the Ghost King who was caught in the calamity; his underlings were also caught up in it.

The strategist took the initiative to speak up and help his lord out of trouble.

This ghost must have been an eloquent speaker in his previous life, as he spoke with great logic and used many provocations, making him a veritable phoenix among the dead.

In the end, even the King of Dispersed Calamities came to understand his previous fear as a form of apprehension towards the Black Mountain Demon.

After all, the Black Mountain Demon was once the overlord of the underworld, occupying the sixth great prison with ten thousand years of cultivation, and was a first-class ghost hero in the underworld.

It is said that he also has schemes in the human world, and like the Yin-Yang Dharma King, he is a ruthless and audacious character.

Baodu Mountain considers itself the legitimate Ghost King under the Central Ghost Emperor, and has always kept its distance from these wild overlords.

There was both disdain and fear in it.

In other words, the other party is having a bad year and has stirred up trouble in the monks' den.

If Monk Ruoxu was truly fierce, he could attack whomever he wanted in the underworld by relying on his extreme speed, and the restless energy in the underworld was greatly reduced.

Of course, the second monk was even more formidable. He actually created a grand spectacle of Ksitigarbha spreading the Dharma, and even caused the City of the Wrongfully Dead to be established, forcing the old demon to flee overseas.

At that time, many ghost kings in Beiyin Mountain were in despair, still believing that the Three Realms were still the Three Realms of the human race.

Fortunately, the overall trend of the Dao declining and the demons rising remained unchanged, and the old demon king returned to fight.

They even sent people back to scout ahead; truly befitting a hegemon.

As for the Ksitigarbha Child and the Great Secret of Ksitigarbha, it also believes in them to some extent.

Everyone in the underworld knows that the Black Mountain Demon was banished from the Sixth Hell by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

As his thoughts settled, his body also became more stable.

Just then, the Green Demon King arrived at the foot of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)