Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 524 Let's pull off the big one last time.

Once again embarking on their journey, Sanqi appeared in every corner of the Sixth Prison like a diligent new bee.

"Caichen, don't you think we're the ones who are the soul-reapers?"

Ning Caichen also thought it looked very similar, and their soul-snatching artifact was the sleeping Ji Rui.

It's truly surreal. People say the human heart is a den of demons, but a demon's heart can't compare to a human's venom.

After losing their physical bodies, the desires and obsessions of the vengeful ghosts become singular, or as Master Xu would say, vertical.

This approach has its advantages, namely, it allows for rapid progress in niche areas, but leaves fatal flaws that cannot be remedied in comprehensive areas.

Even the Ghost King is merely close to humans, not truly human; this is the fundamental difference.

Only by achieving a fundamental leap through repeated cultivation can the Great Demon King and the Overlords escape this disadvantage.

The human heart is colorful, which is both an obstacle and a gift.

That's why it was so simple when the Anbado gang first broke in.

As Zao and Ning Caichen became more and more proficient in their duties, their audacity grew to an unprecedented level, and they swaggered around inside the Sixth Prison.

"Your Majesty~~~ Three scholars from the human realm have arrived outside!"

Then a loud cry rang out, and a slight tremor appeared in Hell—one, two, three.
Xu Xuan was having a great time in the Sixth Prison, and pulled off several heist in just a few days.

I feel like I've finally done something that a Pure Land Buddhist disciple should do.

Unfortunately, after a few attempts, word eventually got out. After all, people would start to gossip if their king was gone.

We can't expect everyone to be a confident and determined brute like King Qilishi.

Although the incident hasn't escalated due to the short duration, to be on the safe side, they can only pull off one last job before calling it a day.

The flag that promises to wash one's hands after the last vote is the most sinister. Even the Father could not avoid it, so he carefully devised some backup plans.

Once the plan (A, B, C, D, E, F, G) is finalized, the next step is the mobilization speech.

Those present were all their own kind and their own ghosts, and they applauded enthusiastically, thinking that this operation was very daring and, if successful, could be called the biggest case in the underworld.

The mighty demon king, imprisoned at the foot of the mountain, felt a chill run down his spine and roared repeatedly, declaring that he was determined to thwart this evil plan.

Unfortunately, prisoners don't have the power of ghosts, so a soundproof barrier was set up on the spot.

Then, the Black Crocodile, Xia Gu, and the Butcher, among other karmic spirits, officially set off, this time without fishing.

If we're going to take a hard line, we should send them a formal invitation.

The invitation from the Green Demon King, a disciple of Lord Black Mountain, invites all the Ghost Kings to come and discuss the true nature of the Sixth Great Prison.

The main point is to act openly and justly, to demand an explanation. After all, this vast expanse of scorched earth was previously owned by the Black family.

Not all ghosts are interested in the great secrets of Ksitigarbha; some might even want to stay away from it.

But there's no escaping this, is there? Xu is planning to take them all down in the end, and his style has become much more domineering.

Of course, as a cultured person, his style of questioning is quite different from those rural monsters and demons; it is absolutely high-end, sophisticated, and classy.

The Five Ghost Emperors guard Yin Mountain, while Ksitigarbha guides the beings before Naihe. Only through the virtuous deeds of the Ten Kings of Hell can their authority be exercised in the underworld.

The Black Mountain King established his empire and reigned supreme over the land. On this scorched earth, who was not his subject?

You insignificant little devil, dwelling in the desolate wilderness, are arrogant and predatory, disrespectful and disrespectful, stealing from my six prisons and violating my laws.

To persist in evil and indulge in pleasure is to poison one's life; if this can be tolerated, what cannot be forgiven!

Those who understand the difference between survival and destruction, and grasp the opportunity of safety and danger, should turn their backs and seek their own good fortune; but those who conspire with evil to resist the royal army will be punished without mercy, like a wildfire spreading across the plains. The relevant officials may announce this as appropriate, so that all may know.

Finally, to avoid any ghosts not understanding, a simplified version has been thoughtfully provided:
"Are you scared?"

"If you're afraid, don't come!"

The ghost kings were extremely ashamed and angry in the face of the arrogant Black Mountain envoy.

How dare you be so arrogant before I have even arrived!

You speak so formally, are you planning to take the imperial examinations?

We've seen that Green Demon King before; he's just about as strong as us. If he'd give in so easily today, he might as well find a bronze pillar to tie himself to; why bother coming to the Sixth Prison to throw ghosts into the underworld?

Already burning with rage, he added before leaving that the King of Scattered Calamities and the King of Qilishi had arrived, and that they could come or not, it was up to them.

Can this be tolerated?
While Baodu Mountain and Baizhong Mountain are indeed formidable, we are not without powerful figures supporting us.

Hundreds of thousands of lesser demon kings reside in Jambudvipa, each with their own responsibilities and masters.

They're all here to compete for supremacy, so what's there to be afraid of at some banquet?!

Since we're all going together, there's nothing to worry about. Even if the Green Demon King is incredibly brave, he can't control the underworld!
"Go and go!"

As the saying goes, a fixed destiny cannot be changed, and a deeply entrenched business cannot be salvaged.

When the Holy Father descended upon the underworld for the second time, he brought with him the aura of slaughter and calamity. No matter how the gates of the underworld tried to stop him, it was all in vain.

The sky above the crimson Sixth Prison grew even darker, with invisible clouds shrouding this world.

is the day.

All the ghost kings rose up in response: the first, the Stone-Bearing Ghost King; the second, the Peach Blossom Ghost King; the third, the Fire-Igniting Ghost King; the fourth, the Anaru Ghost King; the fifth, the Usheri Ghost King; and the sixth...
The armies from various routes varied in size, some numbering thirty thousand, others one or two thousand, each leading their fierce gods and demons, roaring as they came from hell.

They arrived one after another at the foot of Black Mountain, set up camp, and stretched for more than two hundred miles.

This display of power did little to intimidate the few demonic figures on the mountain; they even had the leisure to check who was absent. If anyone was missing, then they would have to deal with them individually.

After all, Ksitigarbha is not interested in the great secrets, nor does he dare to come to divide the territory. Such forbearance should not be allowed to continue.

Fortunately, none of the demon kings entrenched in the Sixth Hell were such ruthless and tyrannical figures, which saved the Holy Father a lot of trouble.

Next, of course, we opened the mountain gates in a grand and glorious manner, inviting all the ghost kings to gather on the mountain.

As the saying goes, many ghosts embolden people, and everyone walked in with great enthusiasm and high spirits, without doing anything to investigate.

The consequences of overconfidence are self-evident. A few ghost kings might sense something is amiss, but they are often coerced into not saying much, lest they be looked down upon by the other ghosts.

At most, one might remark that the border line between Montenegro and Montenegro truly has a bit of a "gate of hell" feel to it.

Taking that first step, the feeling of certainty of life or death was palpable.

Upon entering the main hall, the nobles were immediately struck by its simplicity. It appeared as if cobbled together, lacking any grandeur.

Back in the day, the City of the Wrongfully Dead was incredibly glorious. Not to mention its ability to guide souls to the afterlife, its massive size of 500 li (approximately 250 kilometers) was rare even in the underworld, making other ghosts envious. As for today... well, hehe.

Then, the two rows of people sat down according to their rank and age. Ji Rui, the important prop, lay in the middle. He had somehow put on a brocade cassock, which looked quite intimidating at first glance.

The initial aggressive tone softened considerably; whether you believe it or not, you dare not disbelieve it now.

This forced the ghost kings, who were preparing to launch an attack, to regroup and prepare their emotions.

Xu Junshi wandered among them, constantly checking the list and scanning the souls with his spiritual sense, a process commonly known as "counting heads" and investigating details.

To prevent a few charlatans from lurking and taking advantage of others, or from treacherous schemers.

He is a very cautious person and prefers to judge others by his own standards.

Although it sounds somewhat negative, it is also a valuable quality.

The Green Demon King led everyone in several rounds of drinking when suddenly the mountain shook several times, knocking over some of the drinking vessels.

Xu Junshi paused, his brow furrowing.

That guy is really persistent, but the more persistent he is, the more we should try to win him over.

So he shook his feather fan and prepared to take his leave to attend to some minor matters.

A ghost laughed and said, "Does this Black Mountain have any spirit? The power of its tremor is so great."

The strategist said, "Even a sage will change his mind when faced with sudden thunder and fierce winds; how can we not be afraid?" He then turned and left, making a lighthearted attempt to cover up his mistake.

The ghosts laughed loudly, saying, "What's the point of talking about saints in the underworld?"

Even if the Pure Land Buddhist monk Ruoxu came here, he couldn't kill all the ghosts.

It is evident that the Black Mountain Sect's courage has been broken, and the Black Mountain Army has not yet taken shape, so they are no longer a threat.

The Azure Demon King sat upright with his hands on his hips, cold and silent, seemingly speechless from mockery, but in reality, he was secretly looking forward to it.

In the words of the scholar-monk, we are currently in the stage of building suspense before making a statement. If a ghost king were to suddenly appear and launch a barrage of sarcastic remarks and personal attacks, saying things like "Black Mountain is dead" and "bloodline, class, and so on," it would be perfect.

Unfortunately, there aren't many fools like that. That Ghost King only made a splash once before fading into obscurity.

This made me less motivated for the part where I was supposed to show off and then be proven wrong.

After several rounds of drinks, the time was ripe, and a menacing zither melody drifted in from outside to add to the merriment.

Clang~~~ Clang~~~
The deep, resonant sound of pressing and sliding tones expresses a suppressed and indignant emotion. When the accumulated inner power becomes uncontrollable, it will burst forth like molten lava.

A unique tension was spreading with the sound of the piano.

Ning Caichen's playing of the zither on the mountain evoked too many negative emotions, greatly amplifying the demonic power of the music.

The ghost kings were a little creeped out by what they heard. Although the underworld liked strange noises and tunes, it generally still inherited the musical tastes of the human world.

After all, the music of the ancient emperors spread throughout the three realms, laying the foundation for music for all living beings.

However, this music wasn't meant for them to hear; it was a signal to indicate that it was time to take action.

Xiaoqing stubbornly believed that playing music on the zither was much cooler than any arrow piercing the clouds, so she assigned Ning Caichen some work, after all, she was a snake who didn't want to waste her talent.

Thus, with the atmosphere team exerting their power on Black Mountain, a murderous aura began to accumulate.

The Green Demon King first gave a mocking snort, then picked up the bronze wine cup, preparing to randomly select a lucky Ghost King to smash the cup again as a signal.

She refused to believe it; surely not everyone possessed the physique of the Mighty Ghost King.

He had just made his choice and looked westward when he frowned; another ghost was about to appear.

Sure enough, there are many instances where the last vote goes wrong.

According to alternative plan three, if another reckless ghost king like King Qilishi appears, they must retreat immediately.

After all, this kind of thing is troublesome to fight, and Xu Xuan also said that he can't use his ultimate move recklessly for the time being.

In the midst of this delicate atmosphere, the last ghost king stopped at the foot of Black Mountain.

Wow, this looks familiar.

It was a miniature version of King Qilishi, standing over ten feet tall, but without the imposing stature of a mountain or the reflective sheen of the statue.

The flames swirling around his body, however, were deep and serene, clinging to him like armor.

(End of this chapter)