Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 628 Where the Heart Leads, the Fist Follows

The Buddha's power to subdue demons by throwing an elephant was recreated here. Wherever the fist passed, waves surged within a hundred miles, and countless demonic energies were crushed into dust by the air pressure before they could even touch the fist's light.

His fair skin and jade-like bones radiated a dazzling light, every inch of his flesh and blood appearing as if compressed from a galaxy. The divine power of the Great Vajra rose from his spine, and the figure of a dragon-slaying warrior appeared behind him. The five great Vidyarajas transformed into five-colored streams of light that entwined around his fists, while the eight dragon kings emerged from the deep sea, and all kinds of power converged together.

There are no techniques, only brute force.

This punch made Jiupanpo try to resist by making hand seals, but she found that she couldn't muster any magic power at all. It wasn't that she was being suppressed, but that she was so shocked by this pure power that even her soul was trembling!

"This isn't a martial art!" she cried, blood gushing from her seven orifices, her demonic soul trembling. "It's the principle of power!"

Good eye. Now let's see the second punch.

The second punch will topple Mount Sumeru!
Suddenly, Mount Sumeru appeared upside down. The sacred mountain that supports heaven and earth in Buddhist scriptures was shaken by the force of the fist.

The mountain peak, which should have been the seat of the Thirty-Three Heavens, was now plunging into the abyss. The four precious steps on the mountainside were crumbling inch by inch, and crystal, gold, silver, giant clam shell, and agate poured down like a torrential rain. The earth veins of the four continents at the base of the mountain were churning, and the beings of Jambudvipa looked up in terror, only to see the starry sky tilting!

This punch, driven by the intent of demonic arts, overturned even the lofty Buddha's sacred site.

"Is it powerful enough?" Xu Xuan's demonic eyes blazed brightly, and he intensified his punches. "Is it demonic enough?!"

"Rumble--"

Amidst the deafening roar of the collapsing mountain, there was even a mournful cry from the laws of nature!
The eight demonic infants stared blankly at the falling shadow of Mount Sumeru; then they let out heart-wrenching screams as their demonic bodies uncontrollably disintegrated into black smoke.
Finally, they were swept up by the swirling void currents and crushed like ants beneath the collapsing mountain base!
The true spirits that tried to escape were crushed by the weight of the tilting sun, moon, and stars, turning into wisps of dim demonic patterns at the base of the mountain.

The third punch shattered Buzhou!

Xu Xuan unleashed a double punch, the moment his fists touched the void—

"Thump!!!"

A muffled thud from the primordial era pierced through time and space—the ancient echo of Gonggong's furious strike against Buzhou Mountain! Wherever the force of his fist passed:
Space cracked like layers of glass, with chaotic energy surging from the cracks. The boundary between the present world and the ancient world was briefly broken, and the apocalyptic scene of stars falling when the celestial pillar collapsed could be vaguely seen.

The blood lightning on the demonic claws of the Kumbhanda was assimilated by the chaos, causing the claws to burst apart. Before the demonic blood could even splatter, it was evaporated into a scarlet mist, which then became the nourishment for the fist's power!
The sky tilts to the northwest, the earth sinks to the southeast, and the catastrophe of world destruction reappears in the mental cultivation method.

The Heavenly Demon still needs to rely on the Three Realms to destroy the world... but if someone makes up their mind, they can smash the Heavenly Pillar without hesitation.

This indiscriminate ruthlessness far surpassed that of the Heavenly Demon, completely suppressing Jiupanpo's mental and spiritual light, since she had no intention of supporting the heavens.

This also led to the final punch.

The fourth punch is utterly lawless!

He shattered the East Sea with both feet, retracted his right fist to his waist, and his entire body returned to absolute "nothingness".

It is "negation" itself.

The moment the fist was thrown, the order of the three realms began to collapse:
The Thirty-Three Heavens fell to the mortal realm like a speck of dust. From the Eighteen Levels of Hell, they were swept high into the sky by the seawater and ignited by the blazing sun. The dynasty's destiny was torn apart, the emperor was dragged off his throne, and all rules were shattered.

The white light erased the shadows of the past, and the world was engulfed in flames.

The intent behind this punch has transcended the constraints of the Three Realms.

How can one defend against or withstand such four punches?

If both body and mind are attacked, and the body suffers but the mind does not, the mind dies. If the mind suffers but the body does not, the body dies. If neither body nor mind suffers, death is certain.

Kumbhanda had used all his methods, but the concept of Demon-Breaking Blood Lightning was too weak in the face of lawlessness.

Compared to this monk, my own demonic will is like that of a greenhorn.

The two giant claws had already been shattered, the Secret Demon Armor was blasted into pieces, the protective demonic power around the body was refined, and the main body was even suppressed by the fist intent.

It let out a mournful wail, and its fear intensified.

Moreover, all the fear was transformed into nourishment for the punch; the more fearful the punch, the more ferocious it became!

"boom--!!!"

When the fist light truly exploded: the clouds were blasted into the outline of a Buddha sitting in meditation, and the sea was pressed into a mirror as thin as a cicada's wing while simultaneously shrinking by three zhang.

The four swords sealed off the void, and the internal primordial energy turbulently corroded bones and melted gold. It took a full incense stick's time for the aftershocks to gradually dissipate.

When Xu Xuan withdrew his fist, he felt completely empty, as if all his magical power had been drained away, and his mind was somewhat hollow.

The four punches unleashed all of his willpower; it was simply exhilarating!
The Jupanpo above the sea was on the verge of death. All the energy channels inside her body had been melted away, and all eight of her sons' primordial spirits had been killed, leaving only a trace of the Ghost Mother's primordial spirit remaining.

Driven by his resentment, he continued to speak out: "It's not that I'm weaker than you, it's that my heart is weaker than yours!"

That's true. Their magical power is roughly equal, and she even has a slight advantage. However, in their mental battle, she was utterly defeated, which explains why she couldn't catch the punch.

As expected of a giant in the demonic path, to survive such a thing and even adjust one's mindset to return is truly remarkable.

The Father, upholding the fine traditions of the Church of England, was about to finish the job.

"It's no use. You can't kill me, you demonic monk."

"As long as one son remains, I..."

boom! ! ! !

Xu Xuan and Jiupanpo simultaneously turned inland, where a column of azure energy split open the ground and shot straight into the sky!
A brilliant light pierced the sky, vying with the sun and moon for brilliance, causing stars to scatter in despair, and even ghosts and gods to weep in sorrow.

The azure air was as clear as the blue sky and as vast as the ocean, dispersing the clouds for thousands of miles and unfolding a phantom image of a landscape above the heavens.

A green dragon leaps from the Yellow River, carrying ears of grain in its beak, its scales shedding countless cycles of spring sowing and autumn harvest. Letters from soldiers appear among the bricks and stones of the border, their words transforming into the smoke of cooking fires guarded by clashing swords and iron horses. Three thousand scholar cranes rise from the roof tiles of the Confucian Temple, their wings sweeping away demons and monsters, turning them all into green smoke.

Strange phenomena were observed in various places.

On Mount Tai, the majestic sword energy covers a thousand miles and resounds; in the capital, the imperial sword energy cleaves through the Dragon Locking Platform, illuminating a hundred miles.

Inside the Imperial Academy in the capital, the chime bells, silent for many years, suddenly began to ring, while the withered poplars in Liangzhou Pass suddenly sprouted new buds.

Even the many ghost kings in the underworld looked up at the sky, after all, the light of benevolence had been transmitted to the netherworld, making them marvel at how terrifying the human world was.

Xu Xuan, who was closer, could even see three blurry figures in the corner of the phantom.

Although the projection was blurry, he could still recognize that these were his three good disciples.

"These three guys really know how to create a big scene."

A beam of azure light shone throughout the world, and powerful beings from all corners of the land felt it.

"The Sword of Benevolence... Zhanlu!"

Changjiang Longjun nodded, then continued to stand at the estuary watching the white lotuses fight.

Those who followed Zhanlu were indeed quite brilliant in the long river of history, but after seeing so many, they become nothing special. The truly rare ones are those surnamed Xu.

Those four punches were a complete reflection of the power of mental imagery, meaning that this guy could actually imagine such a monstrous scene.

The White Lotus Heart Sutra is supposed to be about redemption and return, so how did they create such a monster?

Xu Bailian is seriously mentally ill.

Lady White Snake had just emerged from the Purple Bamboo Forest when she sensed the rising of pure energy. She wondered if the righteous forces were about to launch a counterattack.

What about Xu Hanwen?
Hmm. The succubus's intuition led her to categorize Fellow Daoist Xu as belonging to the demonic path.

In the Qiantang River, Yu Gong laughed loudly, believing himself to be one of the few who knew the inside story.

It's just that Xu Hanwen actually managed to bring Zhanlu into the world; that's truly remarkable.

Benevolent divine weapons can cleanse the world of impurities, slay demons and evil spirits, safeguard destiny, and uphold the orthodoxy of the human race.

No matter how the world changes, the forces that protect the righteous path will never yield.

The young star in the sea, with long eyebrows, had a solemn expression, indicating that this was another matter outside of the celestial divination.

Moreover, one of the hidden agents he had planted was in imminent danger.

The changes in the world have deviated from the natural order from a certain point in time, and this must be eliminated as soon as possible.

"Junior brother, go and invite the next person to discuss important matters."

Deng Yin accepted the order and left, thinking, "Whatever my senior brother says goes."

The devilish fellow standing nearby also wanted a task; he didn't want to be alone in the cave with Longbrow. Unfortunately, having just joined this big family, he wasn't qualified to offer any suggestions.

Other members of the demonic path did not have such a clear perception; they only felt a chill in their hearts.

The imperial court also noticed the strange phenomenon immediately, since the Sword of Benevolence interferes most with the secular world.

Even though the Imperial Preceptor was under the protection of the dynasty's fortune, his soul trembled for a moment.

Emperor Jin felt a sharp force pressing against his heart, making it difficult to breathe.

so.
"Summon the Grand Astrologer to the palace!"

Returning their gaze to the East China Sea, Jiupanpo felt a despair far exceeding that of all the onlookers.

The remaining half of the ghost face twisted violently. She sensed her last remaining fragment of consciousness turning to ashes in the green mist.

"Impossible... The Nine Nether Demon Seed that I planted..."

"Actually, I also went astray, holy monk."

He immediately regretted his tone, realizing he had been a bit too loud, and quickly changed his attitude.

"Holy Monk, do you know why I have turned to the demonic path?"

"I have a shocking secret that I can exchange for this worthless life."

From junior to madman, and then to holy monk. His status evolved very quickly, and his attitude became much more sincere.

When faced with life and death, no one in the demonic path can remain indifferent, after all, the desire to survive is an instinctive urge.

All she did was so that she could live to face the heavenly tribulation, overcome the calamity, and become a Buddha or ancestor.

Since that person's promise has already fallen through, there's no need for me to uphold my vow anymore. A curse backlash is better than a gruesome death on the spot.

Xu Xuan, however, easily lifted the crippled old hag up, and said in a relaxed tone:
"Long-browed isn't dead, right?"

Kumbhanda's physical body was ruined, and his primordial spirit was broken, so he naturally couldn't control his thoughts. A feeling of terror almost overwhelmed him, along with an unconcealable shock.

"How...how did you know?" This was the most valuable information she knew.

Xu Xuan thought to himself, "How could I not know? We even met once not long ago."

Furthermore, only a master who controls the secrets of heaven can predict the route and time of the East Sea Sword Immortal, and a suitable magical artifact is also required.

The combination of long eyebrows and the Haotian Mirror can be achieved with ease, and even the intuition for deduction is there.

As for secretly colluding with evil people to form an alliance, that's standard practice; he would do the same if he were hiding in the shadows.

The Naked Cult Leader's complete immersion in the demonic path can unleash its ferocity, preventing those selfish individuals from being too afraid to attack Mount Shu at the last moment.

In order to destroy the old Shu Mountain and revive the new Shu Mountain, it's not surprising that that madman would do anything.

"You go first, he will follow later."

Having said that, he threw the gumbala into the sky.

He then drew out his last divine weapon.

The sword is three feet and three inches long, with a blade about three fingers wide, and its entire body is a deep silver-white. On the spine of the sword, there are faint, flowing patterns like the Milky Way, sometimes like an inverted galaxy, sometimes like a swirling nebula. The blade is cold and sharp, and with a gentle swing, starlight falls.

It is the Milky Way Sword that comes from the East Sea Mother Palace.

With his last vow attached, he earnestly said, "The Way will fade while the Demonic Way will flourish, and the Righteous Way will endure forever."

"Fellow Daoist, let's kill one first."

He suddenly raised his hand and hurled the Galaxy Sword into the sky.

"Zheng——!"

For a fleeting moment, a phantom of a golden-armored goddess appeared, and in that instant, the sound of a sword rang out like a phoenix's cry in the heavens, clear and resonant.

It burst forth with dazzling starlight, and in an instant, the black world was ignited by the sword light, and billions of stars lit up at the same time!
The sword soared higher and higher, its power growing ever stronger, until finally, it seemed to draw down a celestial river from the heavens. Countless starlight converged into a torrent, encircling the sword and transforming into a dazzling pillar of light that stretched across the sky and earth.

Kumbhanda gazed at the familiar starlight with a dazed look in his eyes; so this was cause and effect.
"boom--!!!"

The starlight exploded, like the Milky Way bursting its banks.

The pure power of the stars swept over, breaking down every inch of the demon's flesh and every wisp of its demonic thoughts into the most primordial particles of spiritual energy.

The aftershocks had not yet subsided when the Milky Way Sword continued its relentless advance, soaring straight into the heavens. Wherever the sword's light passed, the cracks in the sky were mended by starlight.

The cold clouds dispersed, the starlight reappeared, and a dazzling Milky Way seemed to appear in the void—her final trace.

(End of this chapter)