Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 579 Becoming an Immortal is a Matter of Great Righteousness

No matter how powerful a magical weapon or divine sword may be, it will become tainted and fall to the dust once struck by the red sand.

Of course, "no matter how powerful" is not a very accurate description, as many experts have already used their magical treasures to avoid this calamity.

Normally, the Western Wild Buddha Jacob would not dare to confront Long-Eyebrow Fang, but with his senior brother by his side and the enemy not at his peak, his ambitions suddenly arose.

Slay Longbrow and revive our Western Demonic Sect today!

He took out the Demon Fire Gourd again, opened the lid, pulled out the small banner, and shook out the yellow dust and red mist at the bottom of the gourd, which flew towards the enemy.

It gathers the essence of yellow sand, blends the ferocity of demonic forces, and transforms it into flames.

Fireworks filled the air, truly scorching the sky and the earth. The blazing flames filled the sky, their magnificent red glow spreading across the land.

The small mountain's interior seemed to be swallowed by red sand and demonic fire, making it almost a deadly place.

Long-browed, he remained calm and unhurried.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and the dark blue Southern Bright Fire flew out to fight against the Yellow Sand Demon Fire and the ten-thousand-foot-long soft red sand.

In an instant, a dazzling light erupted from the entire mountainside. The Yellow Sand Demon Fire was incredibly fierce, as if it would burn everything in its path, while the Southern Bright Fire was as cold as frost. When the two collided, they made a hissing sound, and flames scattered in all directions.

A crimson wave of poisonous sand, stretching ten thousand feet high, surged forth, while the ghostly blue flames, like inextinguishable ghost fire, froze the crimson sand wherever they passed, turning it into powder and vanishing without a trace.

Although his magical power was inferior to that of the two demons opposite him, he managed to hold on by using his skillful techniques.

Li Yingqi stood in the middle, somewhat hesitant. Now, Changmei was the enemy, the Tibetan Demonic Sect was the enemy, so what was he?
With a burst of inspiration, he came up with a brilliant idea in a flash.

So he pulled Yan Chixia aside and suggested that they take advantage of this opportunity to break out and seek help.

Once the main force of Baoan Hall arrives, won't they be able to help the Shushan Patriarch win?
Yan Chixia agreed, saying that those who follow the right path receive much help, and that this was the perfect time for the joint action between Baoan Hall and Shushan.

Upon hearing this, Changmei, who was directing the Nanming Li Fire, could hardly contain himself.

You little girl have an incredibly thick skin, saying things like that. Who knows who you'll fight when reinforcements arrive?

Well, well, since that's the case, let's resolve these troubles as soon as possible.

Pointing a single finger at the ground inside the mountain, the mountain shook and the earth trembled.

As the earth trembled, a massive amount of vital energy surged forth and began to flow according to the pre-arranged pathways.

Then, turning their gaze out of the mountains, it was as if they had pierced through layers of mountain walls and seen the outside world.

"The Seven Demonic Arrays outside the mountain are nothing but rudimentary techniques of array formations. They haven't even been able to activate the true power of heaven and earth. How dare they presume to call them the Demonic Sect's grand arrays?"

"With so much vital energy, why not use it for my own purposes and let you see what a real formation looks like?"

The voice was calm, yet carried an invisible pressure, as if stating an undeniable fact.

The second demon, who was manipulating the Crimson Sand Demon Fire, looked even uglier. What the old man said was quite right.

However, how many sects in the entire world have a foundation in formations that can surpass the Shu Mountain Sect?

At the same time, I became more and more vigilant. Why did this commotion seem more and more like a trap that had been set up in advance?
Could it be that this time they've walked right into a trap?

The Long-Browed Immortal raised his hand and pointed it at the void, drawing the power of earth, fire, water, and wind from the external demonic array into the mountain's belly.

Another jade talisman condensed from beneath the snow-capped mountains.

It was about a foot long and three fingers wide, shimmering with a bluish light that swirled within it, with layers upon layers of talismans.

The two demons didn't understand, the Qi siblings didn't understand, but Yan Chixia did.

He excitedly shared the secret with Li Yingqi.

"Yingqi, take a good look. This is the core of my Shushan Mountain-Suppressing God Formation, the Primordial Chaos Supreme Purity Divine Talisman!"

"Next, the Master will set up the Yin-Yang Dust Array!"

"As the saying goes, life and death are as fleeting as bubbles, and the two realms are as insignificant as dust."

"There are six gates: life, death, obscurity, light, illusion, and extinction. Entering this formation, life, death, illusion, and extinction are all within a single thought; even immortals cannot escape. Countless evil demons and heretics have been refined to death!"

Li Yingqi certainly recognized it; as a demonic heretic who had been refined, he was well aware of the power of this formation.

At this moment, she deeply regretted not telling Yan Chixia about her entire experience when she entered the Daoist path. At that time, she only thought about preserving some dignity and value for the disciples of Shu Mountain who died in battle.

She didn't expect the other party to come back so quickly, catching her completely off guard.

It's too late to explain now.

What's even more infuriating is that the old man with long eyebrows has a ball of Nanming Fire protecting him. Who is he trying to protect himself from?
Once the other party finished reciting the incantation, the talisman was released from their hand.

In an instant, the world changed, the cave was extended infinitely, and the array space descended.

This transformed the place into a state of utter darkness and chaos, where spiritual energy, matter, and space were all being refined into nothingness by an invisible force.

It still uses the illusion to cultivate truth and evolve the primordial landscape, but its power is incomparable to what it was before.

For the first time, it was in the world of destiny, where illusion and reality intertwined.

This time, it is in the mortal world, having extracted the vital energy of the demonic array and the accumulated power of the Great Snow Mountain over millions of years, and already possesses one-third of the divine power of the original Shu Mountain version.

Venerable Poison Dragon and the Wild Buddha of the West are trapped in the Six Gates and reincarnate. Each reincarnation is accompanied by the power of illusion and destruction that takes away a portion of their cultivation.

This cultivation level then feeds back into the grand formation, enhancing its power. Once the cycle is complete, even immortals and gods cannot escape it.

The two demons were dumbfounded, and they tried everything to resist and hurl insults.

The Poison Dragon Venerable, the leader of the Western Demonic Sect, was also quite insightful. He immediately realized that the Great Snow Mountain was a trap set up by the Shu Mountain Sect. If they hadn't extracted spiritual energy from the earth's veins beforehand, how could they have set up such a powerful divine array?

Even the Primordial Chaos Supreme Purity Divine Talisman was buried in advance, which infuriated me.

"What a despicable villain! He actually used the lives of his disciples to lure me into his formation!"

"What kind of righteous leader are you! How are you any different from us!"

Long-browed only saw the lament of a defeated dog; he was the leader of the righteous path, and what he did was the righteous path.

Besides, this formation wasn't set up for the demon; these two bastards stumbled in on their own and disrupted their plans.

"The Nanming Fire Sword in the Great Snow Mountain belongs to the Three Heroes and Two Clouds."

"All Shushan disciples who have entered the Dao will be attracted by the Qi and will come here sooner or later."

"All I did was set up the magic array and wait silently."

Next, with a flick of his sleeve, the Qi siblings and Yan Chixia were also thrown into the great formation and immobilized.

Ignoring the three's bewilderment, Long Eyebrows turned to Li Yingqi. "The Haotian Mirror can only bring back partial memories of the true spirit. Can you tell me what happened after the black sun descended that day?"

The Haotian Mirror can reveal the secrets of heaven, reverse the six energies, and reveal the true nature of things.

However, the memories that were retrieved were corrupted by a special black causal power, making it impossible to see what happened next. All that was known was that the opportunity for the revival of the Three Heroes and Two Clouds had been seized, the fortune of Mount Shu had been refined, and he had failed.

Li Yingqi gripped the purple and green twin swords tightly without answering, secretly anxious about why his senior uncle Xu hadn't arrived yet.

If we don't come soon, we'll see the Shu Mountain Sword Heart shattered on the ground.

The Qi siblings are still in shock, not knowing why they ended up in the trap.

Having weathered many storms and witnessed countless dark stories with Baoan Hall, Yan Chixia reacted immediately.

Now I've become a character in a story again, and the most pathetic one at that.

His spirit wavered, and his resolve to fight became unstable.

"Sect Leader, you...Shushan...me..."

What if the person in front of me isn't the leader of the Shu Mountain sect, but some demon in disguise?

Changmei didn't hide anything and spoke openly in front of everyone about the impending destruction of Mount Shu and its chance for rebirth from the ashes.

It also talked about the special nature of the Three Heroes and Two Clouds, and the calamities that accompanied them.

Once we overcome these challenges, Mount Shu will still be Mount Shu.

He himself was simply going with the flow; to become an immortal, one must inevitably face tribulations.

He has seized the creation of heaven and earth and invaded the mysteries of the sun and moon. He has complete control over the three internal calamities, but he has no choice but to avoid the external calamities and human disasters.

"Shushan represents the righteous path in the world. As long as the spirit of chivalry remains, justice will remain."

If someone from the righteous path were to become an immortal in this era, they could counteract the decline of the righteous path and the rise of demons, preserving some of the vitality of the human world.

This analysis makes a lot of sense and is very feasible.

Immortals represent great power, and the one closest to this realm is Changmei.

It wasn't entirely for personal gain; it even carried a sense of righteousness.

Yan Chixia didn't shed a tear. He didn't know who to cry for—himself? His fellow disciples?

The Qi siblings were devastated; they were able to cry their hearts out.

Because I understand, but I cannot accept or forgive the choice of the patriarch.

What is the rise of my way? Three heroes and two clouds.

What's the point of clearing away the turbid air? Let it decay.

What about being reborn from the ashes and reviving the orthodox tradition?

Your century-long planning, your brilliant strategies, and your unwavering determination in seeking the path to immortality are truly admirable.

But my father died, and my mother died too.

Master Miaoyi did not retreat an inch until his death in battle, and even shattered the Golden Sun Blazing Fire Sword to take away thousands of demons.

The Three Immortals of the East Sea and the Seven Immortals of Luofu who came to help also died, and the blood on the mountain fell like heavy rain from the suspended mountain.

Uncle Lianxing is dead, Uncle Duan Lei is dead, Uncle Dan Chenzi is dead.
Most of the second and third generation disciples died in battle, with only a few lucky ones managing not to return to the sect.

Almost all the people we knew have perished; this is both a tragedy and a glory for Mount Shu.

Because they all practiced the way of the sword immortals that you passed down, and upheld justice.

But... is all of this an inevitable fate?

Long-browed man sighed: "Humans are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings?"

"After the restoration of Shushan, we should continue to slay demons and monsters and accumulate merit. When I become an immortal, I can give back to the sect and give you a chance to break through the void and ascend to the heavens."

"Shuming should be able to understand me."

The real person's tone was very sincere; he had no reason to continue deceiving everyone at this point.

It is this sincerity that sends chills down your spine.

Li Yingqi had already heard it once, and since he wasn't a disciple of Mount Shu, he didn't have a deep understanding of it.

Qi Lingyun's poison flared up, her face contorted with death, and she carelessly tossed the Azure Gang Sword into the void, abandoning her sword spirit and losing her senses.

Qi Jinchan trembled as he raised the Thunderclap Mandarin Duck Swords, rushing off into the unknown. He was only a teenager, and after experiencing numerous upheavals, he had become completely lost.

Shushan finally died.

Yan Chixia gripped the sword hilt tightly, veins bulging on his arm. If it were the old him, his sword spirit might have shattered, and he might have drawn his sword and committed suicide on the spot to preserve the fierce spirit within him.

But now, influenced by someone and having experienced those earth-shattering events, he has developed an extremely strong resilience.

My entire emotional journey was completed in the blink of an eye, and all the memories flashed by like a revolving lantern.

The rest I'll savor after the war; what I need to do now is kill this demon who wants to become an immortal.

That's right, Yan Chixia has already classified Changmei as a demon.

I don't care who your ancestor or sect leader is, if you're toying with my fate and the fate of my fellow disciples, then die!

If you can't kill it by cutting it down, then go into demonic form and try cutting it down again. If you still can't kill it by cutting it down by cutting it down, then drag Baoan Hall along and cut it down together!

The two great demons who were still cursing in the Yin-Yang Dust Array fell silent, feeling that they were not worthy of being called demons.

Long eyebrows are the only one who should sit in the top position of the demonic path.

Li Yingqi, who had not yet entered the formation, decided to delay for a while. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was swept up by Nanming Li Huo and was about to be thrown into the Liangyi Weichen Formation.

You're lying to me.

It's no wonder that the righteous path's demons are the most powerful; their decisiveness is truly astonishing.

Fortunately, there was also such a villain in Baoan Hall.

As if sensing something, Li Yingqi gave up struggling, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

Vibrant colors burst forth from her forehead, taking on various shapes, like lotus flowers, flames, and butterflies.
(End of this chapter)