Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 618 Warm-up is over
The underworld mini-dungeon is finished.

The Holy Father dusted off the non-existent underworld soil from his body, displaying the demeanor of a great man.

That lowly underworld king dares to cause trouble, even opening the gates of hell right in front of me—he's courting death.

To some extent, Shengxie's weapon tribulation was indeed dangerous.

Helü was indeed the right person to be the master of the Heavenly Sword. He spent a thousand years accumulating strength and even devised many powerful methods.

Calling him a "ghost hero" is barely enough.

Unfortunately, this time the Holy Father descended upon the human world as a calamity, and Helü failed to overcome the tribulation.

But this battlefield.
The Yin energy outside the Yin Heaven Palace of King Zhou no longer surged, but transformed into a thick mist that flowed low along the ground.

Occasionally, remnants of ghost soldiers would emerge from the mist—a half-armored hand still clutching a broken spear, along with various swords and shields.

Lava meanders across the cracked earth, and fragments of bronze artifacts occasionally float to the surface in the dark red lava flow: a shield with the character "Wu" engraved on one side, and the half-melted remains of a chime bell, with a few wisps of lingering souls trapped inside the bell cavity, emitting silent sobs as the heat waves rise and fall.

The underworld has long lost its original pitch blackness, presenting a morbidly mottled appearance.

The areas scorched by the Buddha's light gleamed with gilded fragments, while the ground corroded by demonic energy left unsightly scars.

The command platform that once stood in the center is now just half a piece of rotten wood. Occasionally, a cold wind sweeps by, stirring up layers of ashes.

Following Xu Xuan's gaze, Sanqi also showed fear on his face.

Shouldn't we find an easier way to clean up this mess? We can't just rely on brute force.

“Master Xu, don’t you have 30,000 Arhats under your command?”

"Perfect for this context."

Ji Rui's words received the support of his two friends, who both agreed that Ji Rui was absolutely right and asked Master Xu to think it over.

Xu Xuan waved his hand, saying that the reason he led them into the gates of hell was because it was easy to manage, and that such meticulousness was not necessary at this time.

However, the demons do indeed need to make an appearance.

First, collect all the weapons of these ghost soldiers. They are all made of excellent underworld iron, especially the weapons of the three thousand ghost swordsmen, which are all top-grade.

The states of Wu and Yue were famous for their swords, and having spent a thousand years crafting their weapons, they naturally put a lot of effort into it.

Although humans in the mortal realm cannot resist the yin energy within, demons need not worry and can use it immediately.

In this way, the weapon shortage of the Taihu demon soldiers was filled.

There's no chance of collecting so many standardized weapons in the human world, since no blacksmith would dare take on this job, not to mention that there's also a lot of armor among them.

In private possession of armor was considered a serious crime. Generally speaking, one suit of armor and three crossbows would result in exile for two thousand li; three suits of armor and five crossbows would result in strangulation.

Baoantang fought many small battles, but never had an enemy as considerate as Helu.

So this harvest still made the Father very happy.

"No guns, no cannons, the enemy made them for us~~~"

After the song is over and everyone has collected all the gifts from heaven, it's time for the real cleanup.

Snapped!
With hands clasped together, the destructive power of a third-realm demonic cultivator was unleashed.

The instant the palms are clasped together.

With a thunderous roar, the Golden Mountain Pure Land unfolded in the left palm, and the phantom images of a thousand golden Buddhas bowed their heads from the clouds, the chanting of Buddhist hymns shaking the earth's veins. Wherever the Buddha's light passed, eight-treasure glazed tiles appeared on the rock walls, mandalas bloomed from the cracks, and even the boiling magma solidified into golden lotus platforms.

Simultaneously, the Black Mountain Calamity Earth erupted from his right palm, opening a bottomless abyss from the ground, from which countless skeletal arms crawled out, clinging to the karmic flames. As the demonic energy swept across the land, the Buddha lotuses withered instantly into ash, the glazed tiles turned into pus and blood, and the faces of the golden Buddhas twisted into the forms of Asuras, their magical artifacts falling into the abyss.

Where two forces meet—destruction, reorganization, regeneration, destruction.

The land of Jinshan, a pure land, was a magnificent Buddhist site. The calamities of Heishan, a land of suffering, led to the extinction of all phenomena, and together they destroyed this place completely.

"Amitabha." The Holy Father finally resorted to methods comparable to those of the White Snake.

If a spiritual practitioner cannot let go in the human realm, will they still be unable to let go in the underworld?
There's a reason why the gates of hell don't want certain people to enter.

Then the Holy Father led everyone in reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

With the supreme Buddha-heart, we can deliver the resentment, murderous intent, malevolent energy, evil spirits, and all kinds of disharmonious energy from this place.

In the underworld, the status of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is unimaginably high; he truly deserves to be called a ruthless person who binds the underworld with his great vows.

The area was quickly cleansed by the Buddha's light.

Looking around, the surface of the utterly destroyed underworld was as smooth as a mirror, and the clean, almost refreshing air circulated in the Zhou Jue Yin Tian Palace. Combined with the dark clouds and lightning in the sky, it all looked rather awkward.

Sanqi also understood Master Xu's good intentions; he truly didn't take the underworld environment seriously.

Then the five of them prepared to return to the mortal world.

Before leaving, he bowed to the gentle breeze outside the small world. In the hands of the Bodhisattva, compassion had been elevated to a conceptual existence, which was truly terrifying.

Turn around and step into the gates of hell.

This time, the Yin-Yang journey was incredibly easy, smooth as silk, with a gentle breeze carrying us upwards.

Just as I stepped into the mortal world, I heard a bang behind me as the door slammed shut.

The black walls, gray tiles, and red pillars crumbled into nothingness in an instant, and the Gates of Hell vanished completely, leaving not a trace.

Xu Xuan was somewhat bothered. Every time I go down there, I'm just helping the underworld clean up its mess. Why are they so wary? It really hurts my feelings.

Next time I go, I'm definitely going to cause a huge scene!
Of course, let's deal with the immediate issues first.

The Qinxi Mountain foothills were filled with evil energy due to the birth of Shengxie, almost dragging it into another world. Now that Shengxie's calamity has passed, the broken sword is now obediently staying in the jade pot.

Then this place was restored to its former beauty.

The fog had not yet dissipated, and the verdant peaks, like dark eyebrows, appeared and disappeared in the thin mist. Mountain streams gurgled, their waters clear as glass, and occasionally a fish would flick its tail, shattering the reflections of the clouds in the water.

Peach blossoms are just beginning to bloom on both banks of the river. Pink and white petals drift down with the wind, float on the water, and sway with the waves, like a naturally woven brocade.

The subterranean fire before our eyes had lost its chaotic colors; the crimson magma flowed like molten gold, gleaming with a translucent orange-red hue.

Unlike ordinary fire, which is murky, it is as pure as amber, and you can even see flowing crystalline light at the heart of the flame.

"Ah~~ That's more like it."

"Helu really has no sense of right and wrong, daring to ruin such a place."

Clang!
Two streaks of light flew out of the jade pot, chasing and playing among the mountains; they were Gan Jiang and Mo Xie.

Returning to a familiar place filled with beautiful memories, even the Demon Sword would temporarily set aside its obsession with slaying the king, and instead feel an even stronger sense of longing and attachment.

The two swords' love story hasn't gotten old even now; they truly deserve to be called demonic swords.

Now it's time to get down to business.

That's right. Although Xu Xuan and his group first chopped snakes and crooked trees in Dongye County, they came here to seize the evil sword and then stormed into the underworld to kill the King of Wu.

They killed countless demons and monsters along the way.

However, their real goal was to find the earth's fire to smelt the Zhanlu Stone Tablet; everything before that was just a warm-up.

Xiahou only then realized the four men's purpose, and a sense of absurdity arose in his heart.

"Then I."

(End of this chapter)