Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 577 Failed Breakthrough
He said in a loud voice:

"It is fortunate, in fact, that all the remaining disciples of Mount Shu are here."

"As a second-generation disciple, I will today lead you in paying homage to the ancestral master of the Dao on behalf of the sect leader, hoping for his protection."

"When the life-or-death battle begins, I will have no regrets."

That's right, it's like clinging to a master at the last minute.

If we divide the sects according to the path of entry, this place does indeed gather all the surviving disciples of Mount Shu, including the last heir to the destiny.

It was the gathering of so many Shu Mountain disciples, and the appearance of the last cloud, that led to this deadly calamity.

He used his sword as a pen to carve the name of the Taoist patriarch on the stone wall: Guangcheng Tianzun.

The cultivation method passed down in Shushan is called the "Nine Heavens Mysterious Scripture," which is the middle volume of the "Purple Clarity Treasure Seal," also known as the Heavenly Book.

According to Guang Chengzi, it was obtained by Taiyuan Zhenren, Chusanzi and Lianshan Dashi when they were cultivating Taoism on Wangwu Mountain. It was originally a secret manual of the Heavenly Palace. After the establishment of the Shu Mountain Palace, they submitted it to the Heavenly Palace and sent it back to the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace.

The three strategies of the Heavenly Book are called the Taiqing Immortal Method, which is the orthodox ladder to immortality. After learning it, as long as you work hard and practice diligently step by step, it is not impossible to become a celestial immortal.

The other works, such as "Baiyang Tujie" and "Da Xuantian Zhang", have different origins.

Guang Chengzi left behind more than just this one heavenly book; in any case, this great man truly deserves the title of the Yellow Emperor's teacher.

The Taoist tradition has been passed down in various parts of Kyushu, and Mount Shu is one of them.

Deep within the cave, the light of the Southern Ming Fire shone through the gaps in the sword pellet, illuminating the mountain wall.

Yan Chixia stood at the very front, his posture as upright as a pine tree, his expression solemn.

Holding three sticks of incense in his hands, the smoke rose and swirled around the title of the patriarch, seemingly connecting the mortal world with the celestial realm.

Behind him were two Shushan disciples and one new Shushan disciple, all with young faces.

"Under the guidance of the patriarch Guangcheng, your disciple Yan Chixia, along with the younger generation of Shushan, respectfully presents this petition to Heaven."

He slowly knelt down, raised the incense sticks above his head with both hands, and kowtowed deeply.

The two disciples behind him followed suit, chanting in unison, "Grandmaster Guangcheng, your disciples kowtow in reverence."

Li Yingqi, having refined the Qi and spiritual energy of the old Shu Mountain, should also kowtow in gratitude and kneel down along with them.

Even the flame on the Nanming Li Huo Sword seemed to be bowing along with the four Shu Mountain disciples' kowtows.

Yan Chixia raised his head and slowly said, "Grandmaster, today I pay my respects to you for two reasons: first, to express my gratitude for your founding of the Shu Mountain lineage and your protection of all living beings; and second, to pray for your blessing so that we may slay demons and uphold the righteous path."

After speaking, he kowtowed again, and the disciples behind him followed suit, their movements perfectly synchronized.

The cave was solemn, with only the smoke of incense swirling around, as if time itself had stood still at that moment.

This is the upgraded version of the ancestral master helping me.

Despite the solemn occasion, Yan Daxia, a second-generation disciple of Mount Shu, was somewhat distracted. He was thinking that if Hall Master Xu were to offer incense, the effect might be particularly good.

He then cut off the disrespectful thoughts in his mind.

After bowing, the four stood up, their aura becoming more imposing.

This kind of ritual is mysterious in itself. It is hard to say whether it is the blessing of the ancestral master, the blessing of one's own belief, or the activation of the final power of destiny.

Qi Lingyun felt that her injuries and the poison had been suppressed, and she was now able to fight again.

Qi Jinchan sensed the active spirituality, as if she had returned to the time when Mount Shu still existed, and once again showed a bit of her spirited demeanor.

Yan Chixia, as the leader, also received some gifts. He silently recited the incantation to slay demons with his sword, and his aura became sharp and unstoppable.

Only Li Yingqi felt nothing at all.

It seems that he did not receive the protection of Guangcheng Tianzun, or perhaps his heart was so firm that he could perform exceptionally well without needing protection.

After taking a Shangqing Sect divine pill, his essence, energy, and spirit were elevated to their peak.

The red mole between his eyebrows burned like fire, and his fighting spirit was off the charts.

The Fated Star is not afraid of any battle, and even harbors a hidden expectation of it.

He was muttering incantations, and Qi Lingyun curiously leaned over to listen. At first, she thought it was some kind of demon-slaying incantation.

After a moment, it's better not to listen at all.

You Baoan Hall students are truly studious; even now you're still pondering poetry.

Li Yingqi felt that this young lady's life had been too smooth, and she hadn't even understood his good intentions.

"Sigh~~~ You disciples of great sects just don't understand. The opening poem is the best way for ordinary cultivators to boost their morale."

"Think about it, when magic weapons, divine weapons, and cultivation are all at a disadvantage, all we have left is courage."

A single poem can enhance combat power, making it incredibly cost-effective.

That's how Master Qing explained it, and Master Xu can attest to that.

The so-called public display of power is mainly to attract enemy fire and boost one's own morale. It is a tactic of self-sacrifice, not for that little bit of ridiculous vanity.

Such good intentions should not be misunderstood by others.

Qi Lingyun.
Sigh... what this little girl said seems to make sense.

Upon hearing this, Yan Chixia coughed, indicating that it was enough and it was time to start the battle!

“Sweet!”

When the light of the Mani Pearl dimmed, Li Yingqi did not insist any longer. He directly manipulated the magic weapon to shake off the black and white energies and retrieved them into his sleeve.

Then the two from Baoan Hall unleashed a barrage of divine lightning upon the area outside the mountain, clearing out the entire inventory without needing to lock onto the soul.

Meanwhile, outside, the Western Wild Buddha, who was placing the Buddha's treasure in the alms bowl, felt a lightness in his hand; there was nothing in the bowl.

While he was still confused, he sensed a cluster of tiny stars flying out from the mountainside. He immediately reacted and used his protective demonic technique, Mustard Seed Concealment, to escape to a distance of about a hundred feet.

That retreat was actually the right one.

Five beams of light, each a different color, descended from the sky, flashing countless times, followed by a dazzling torrent of lightning that was too bright to look at directly, rushing towards the red-robed lama. "Boom—!"

With a deafening roar, the Five Elements Yin Thunder exploded. Golden lightning pierced through everything like a sharp sword, wood-colored lightning transformed into vines that entangled and tore, water-colored lightning swept across like a giant wave, fire-colored lightning burned everything, and earth-colored lightning caused mountains to collapse and the earth to split.

Five-colored lightning intertwined, forming a destructive force that devoured dozens of high lamas.

Twisted and shattered, screams were drowned out by the roar. Blood stained the snow, and tattered magical artifacts and robes were scattered everywhere, the scene was extremely gruesome.

Immediately afterwards, the snow on the mountaintop began to collapse, and huge chunks of snow poured down like waterfalls, sweeping down the mountainside with unstoppable force.

"Boom--!"

Where the avalanche passed, trees were uprooted, rocks were crushed into dust, and only a vast white chaos remained between heaven and earth.

"Let's fight our way out!"

Four swordsmen from Mount Shu drew their swords simultaneously, reminiscent of the legendary scene of ten thousand swords being unleashed in unison.

Li Yingqi still took the lead, leaping out of the mountain.

With a whoosh, it kicked aside the massive boulder swept up by the avalanche, sending several naked witches flying.

He drew his sword and began to kill, going wherever there were many lamas, causing the demon soldiers and monks to flee in panic, looking like a ferocious demon god.

Like a white-browed tiger in a fit of madness, or a crazed unicorn. A high lama was caught while casting a spell, grabbed, and smashed to pieces with a violent thud.

Wielding the purple and green twin swords, he swung them in the wind, causing the disciples of the Hidden Land Sect among the Seven Gates to hide behind their doors, wishing they had two more legs.

The Qi siblings were dumbfounded. Weren't we trying to break through?
How did it turn into a counter-encirclement campaign?

Yan Chixia knew Li Yingqi's fighting style, so he first protected the two siblings behind him and helped them escape danger.

This outburst enraged the Poison Dragon Venerable, who immediately tore apart several of his disciples to suppress the other demons.

He then commanded the Seven Gates Demon Array to unleash thunder, fire, flames, gales, floods, poisonous clouds, and demonic mist.

He even led his junior brother to fight back. If the remnants of Shu Mountain escaped again this time, he would no longer be the leader of the Tibetan Demonic Sect.

"Junior brother, kill these brats from Mount Shu!"

Jacob understood that his chances of becoming the vice-leader depended on this opportunity. He released the staff hanging on his arm, which transformed into something that resembled a dragon but was not quite a dragon, thus hindering the four swords' charge.

Then he unleashed his signature move, taking out the Demon Fire Gourd, chanting an incantation, and opening the lid. A small banner flew out, and as soon as it fluttered in the wind, a cloud of yellow dust and red mist, hundreds of feet tall, surged towards the enemy. It was none other than the Yellow Sand Demon Fire!
Venerable Poison Dragon also unleashed his natal magic weapon, the Myriad Demon Soft Red Sand.

At this moment, within the demonic array, the world changed color, and the surrounding area became shrouded in darkness. The waves surged like a raging sea, the flames roared like a hellish inferno, and the wind howled as if thousands of vengeful ghosts were howling in one's ears.

The Western Wild Buddha stood at the eye of the Death Gate formation, and the Yellow Sand Demon Fire erupted from his palms, transforming into ferocious fire dragons, baring their fangs and claws. The demon fire was extremely intense, and wherever it passed, even the air was scorched and distorted.

The Venerable Poison Dragon stood at the Gate of Life, and ten thousand feet of soft red sand swept in like a sea of ​​blood.

The crimson sand, exuding a sinister aura, seemed to possess a life of its own, emitting a piercing buzzing sound as it coiled towards the four people.

It was truly a scene of rolling yellow winds obscuring the sky and rising purple mist shrouding the earth in gloom.

The red sand and yellow sand demon fire intertwined, surrounding the four swordsmen.

Li Yingqi's entire outfit was of extraordinary quality, from head to toe. Wherever his sword struck, demonic fire and red sand were cleaved in two.

However, as soon as one piece was cut open, more surged in. A pungent, fishy smell filled the air, and everything turned red and yellow before my eyes. My body felt hot, and my head spun.

Yan Chixia, a third-realm sword cultivator, had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. His sword energy surged, forcing back the surrounding demonic fire and red sand several feet to protect the three people behind him.

The power of this demonic array far exceeded his expectations; even with his full strength, he could hardly break through it.

The enemy is very cautious.

After a fierce battle, their attempt to break out failed, and they were forced back into the mountainside.

To make matters worse, Venerable Poison Dragon and the Western Wild Buddha also stormed in, their yellow sand demon fire and red sand waves blocking their escape route, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

Or rather, the demon is giving a victory speech.

At this point, the two demons were convinced that the other side had absolutely no chance of turning the tide.

The villains' words made the Qi siblings almost vomit blood, while Yan Chixia's eyebrows stood on end.

Li Yingqi felt a mix of emotions. The other party had made the most basic mistake—talking too much!
At this moment, Jacob, who was in high spirits, also saw the rare treasure hidden inside the mountain, feeling that he had double happiness today.

The Poison Dragon also saw it and seemed to have realized something.

So this was the very thing that blocked the crystal's reflection technique—a relic of the old monk Guiyi.

"The Nanming Li Huo Sword is sealed here, but this sword shouldn't have a physical form, so why?"

Venerable Poison Dragon was puzzled, and of course, he didn't expect the remnants of Mount Shu to explain it to him.

Let's kill those who deserve it first.

But since he asked, someone is willing to answer.

A familiar voice came from inside the cave.

"Master Guiyi used this sword to slay many demons, but for some reason he could never quite manage to dissolve them himself."

"Finally, in the Red Miasma Ridge of Southern Xinjiang, a region where demons gathered, he followed his master's example and faced the wall in meditation, enduring all the harassment from the demons, having his hair pulled out and his body ripped apart, and experiencing all kinds of suffering from water, fire, wind, and thunder, but his heart remained unmoved."

"With great wisdom, great forbearance, and great courage, he overcame evil with innocence for nineteen years. Until his merits were perfected, he suddenly shone brightly, and the evil spirits vanished. Only then did the Nanming Lihuo Sword detach itself from its original form and become an external object."

"This sword is destined to be with my Shu Mountain, which is why it appeared here."

Are you satisfied with this answer?

Venerable Poison Dragon broke out in a cold sweat, while the Western Wild Buddha let out a strange cry, drew his sword, and with a single swing severed his right arm. He then used the blood of all the gods and demons to fly away from the mountain, but was bounced back to his original position.

The Southern Bright Fire erupted from the sword casket, engulfing the entire mountain interior.

A person emerged from the fire.

His face was thin and refined, and his brows exuded an air of otherworldly elegance. What was most striking about him were his two long eyebrows, as white as snow, which hung down to his chest like two silver rivers.

(End of this chapter)