Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 629 Setting Eyes on the Underworld
No wonder people say that even if you try to avoid fate and karma and remain neutral for many years, you will still be tempted by external forces and end up burning yourself.

Xu Xuan stood on the shore of the East China Sea, his hands clasped together, his body radiating a pure white lotus light.

Even towards a demon like Kumbhanda, he meticulously completed the entire ritual:

Reciting the Rebirth Mantra forty-nine times will cause a golden lotus to rise from the sea with each recitation; this is the true Dharma.

The mudra of subduing demons is used to deliver those scattered demonic thoughts, and the golden lotus blooms again with unparalleled power. This is also the true Dharma.

"Hate is hate, but moderation is moderation." A Buddhist lamp flickers at his fingertips. "The necessary procedures must be followed, not a single step can be omitted."

Because of his kind heart, he didn't want to kill a second time.

As the chanting of sutras echoed, the seawater, polluted by demonic energy, gradually became clear.

I also used the White Lotus Descent Scripture to sense if there were any remnants, and then swept through the area three times before stopping.

"come back."

With a wave of his hand, a resounding clang echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

The Ganjiang Sword returned from the eastern void, breaking through the clouds. The sword was still wrapped in the lingering flames of the Heaven-Burning Demon, but the flames died down and the light faded the moment it landed in the palm of the hand, transforming into an ancient bronze sword.

The Moye sword broke free from the western frost, kicking up a trail of ice crystals. A half-snowflake clinging to its tassel melted upon landing. It continued its intimate embrace with Gan Jiang, truly a demonic sword without a thousand-year itch.

The Fish Intestine Sword shot back from the malevolent aura of the north, its fierce light flickering as if it were still not satisfied. But when it was only three feet away from Xu Xuan, it suddenly became docile and fell into its scabbard like a weary bird returning to its nest.

Only the Victory Sword still hung in the southern sky, its blade trembling and emitting an unwilling hum.

Where its sword's edge points, the seawater flows backward into whirlpools, the clouds are torn open with sword marks that never heal, and even the sunlight is distorted into a ferocious dark red, as if trying to recreate the strange phenomena at the foot of Qinxi Mountain.

It seems to want to corrupt aquatic life and create a huge disaster.

"That's enough," Xu Xuan said softly.

The Victory Sword trembled violently, and dense curse runes appeared on its blade, as if in protest, because it felt disrespected.

As the Tao diminishes and the demons rise, every inch of growth brings greater power. Do you even understand the sword?!

The Father nodded, acknowledging that I had fallen into dogmatism and path dependence, and needed to reflect on my actions.

He rolled up his sleeves, drew out the Chain of Karmic Fire, and struck it with a crisp sound in the void.

*Pa pa pa* It's just a friendly exchange.

"The Way is waning while the Demonic Way is rising, is that it!"

"Respect, is that it!"

"say!"

Sheng Xie quickly learned what respect meant and hurriedly returned to the jade pot, without even leaving a sword box.

The Father put away the chains and was in a good mood.

An evil sword is indeed an evil sword; it's not easy to deal with. Fortunately, I am a high-ranking monk from the Pure Land School with rich experience to handle it; otherwise, an ordinary person really wouldn't be able to subdue this evil thing.

Then, turning back to the East China Sea coast, they saw huge cavities in seven mountains.

The high monk sighed, "I have too little experience in repairing things."

Although it didn't collapse, the large, brightly lit hole looked like it could be included in local legends. There were seven holes in a row from west to east, which would have made it a tourist attraction in later generations.

It's all Kumbhanda's fault for not cooperating. If only she had obediently landed at the designated location.

Now we can only try to block it up one by one with huge rocks, and let the rest go.

Learning to move mountains and stones is too difficult, and putting enemies into a pure land is unrealistic. I can't handle it for now.

When they abducted more than a dozen ghost kings from the underworld, they were almost shaken to pieces; their own little world was still too fragile.

As his cultivation level increased, battlefield issues came to the fore, some of which were quite urgent.

If the enemy doesn't cooperate, it will be a man-made natural disaster, wiping out all living beings within a hundred miles.

After all, divine retribution is divine retribution; you have to live to see it, right?

Those who follow the demonic path have no moral bottom line and might make a big fuss about it.

So, should we use military strategy to guide, formation to seal, or even the underworld?

Oh, the underworld!

The vast underworld contains numerous smaller hells and eighteen larger ones. Beyond Yinshan Mountain, the boundaries are endless, even extending to the ocean.

Below, there were neither Yin Gods nor Yin Soldiers in order, but only a vast number of ghosts and monsters unprotected by the human race's fortune, and ghost kings who didn't look like good ghosts at all.

Even if the war is devastating, there's no need for elaborate post-war cleanup; all assessments suggest it's a promising venture.

The only thing missing is the authority to open the gates of hell, or a special large passage.

Brute force alone cannot break the boundary between Yin and Yang.

After the Holy Father had an idea, it began to expand infinitely, and the Gates of Hell trembled three times.

Xu Xuan, who had many ideas in mind, encountered a shocking "chase" as soon as he returned.

Zao's robes were torn to shreds, and his chest was still stained with undried blood, yet he disregarded his image and waved his fists as he chased his good brother all over the mountain.

"You two, stop right there!"

The two being chased fled in panic, as agile as two clever monkeys. Ji Rui even turned back to taunt them as he ran: "The benevolent are invincible, but that doesn't mean the fists are invincible!" Meanwhile, the Zhanlu sword, which had shaken the world, was now stuck alone in a crack in the blue stone, its blade trembling slightly.

Xiahou, the swordsman, sat cross-legged three steps away, staring intently at the divine weapon. Unfortunately, his affections were unrequited; Zhanlu would never be interested in such a brute.

Xu Xuan coughed lightly.

In an instant, Zao's fist froze in mid-air, Ji Rui's face contorted into a comical mask, and Ning Caichen's steps halted, nearly causing him to fall into the bushes.

"Gentlemen," Xu Xuan said slowly, dusting off his sleeves, "who can tell me what happened?"

After all, there was a recently healed scar on Zao's chest.

It has the ability to break through the righteous spirit and pierce straight to the heart; that's quite impressive.

As far as Father knows, ever since he came back from the dead, Zao has had a strange habit of being particularly concerned about, or rather, wary of, the area around his chest.

So how do ordinary people do it?

The three of them exchanged a glance and each told part of the story.

Time goes back.

After Master Xu went to the outer sea, the demonic claw he left behind still hung high in the sky, and the Yin energy wrapped around the claw tip cascaded down like a waterfall, turning the entire Qinxi Mountain foothills black.

Its claw-like maw spewed out murky mist, each breath causing the earth's veins to tremble, as if it would tear the earth apart at any moment!

Even more troublesome are the countless demon children covering the mountains and fields!

These small, bluish-gray monsters, wreathed in eerie green flames, leaped and laughed, swarming in like locusts. Sometimes they transformed into innocent little girls, sometimes into rotting corpses, their shrill, demonic laughter driving people to distraction.
"Hehe~ The scholar's playing of the zither sounds like he's mourning~"

"A swordsman's sword is an embroidery needle."

"The antlers of a white deer can be used as firewood."

Ji Rui brandished his short knife, hacking and slashing wildly, desperately trying to sever the overwhelming demonic claws.

However, the patterns on those claws contained the power of both Buddhist and demonic cultivation, and each time the blade touched them, they were dissolved by a viscous resistance. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he was secretly alarmed that these demonic claws were even more difficult to deal with than the Ghost King of the Underworld.

Each strike was like trimming the claws of this giant claw. Although it had some effect, it was insignificant compared to the earth-shattering power of Xu Xuan's strike back then.

The white deer leaped and tumbled across the hillside like a gust of wind, its auspicious aura barely holding back some of the demonic offspring on the periphery.

However, these wretched little creatures always manage to disappear suddenly when it gets close, only to reappear in another location in the blink of an eye.

The upgraded version of the small karami, glowing with green flames, is unleashing its numerical advantage.

"These guys are even more annoying than Qian Zhongyu!"

Ji Rui picked up the gold ingot in his pocket and smashed it to death a little demon, feeling somewhat tired.

Ning Caichen's Seven Emotions Demon Zither had already broken three strings, and his fingers danced rapidly on the remaining strings, playing various demonic tunes and ancient melodies.

However, the sonic blades were like mud oxen sinking into the sea, unable to cause any real damage to the giant claw.

The remaining four strings played the murderous melody of "Guangling San." The sonic blade slashed into the horde of demonic offspring, temporarily forcing them back, but the green fire imps instantly reformed, mimicking his string-plucking gestures and mocking, "Ding-ding~ Clang-clang~ It sounds awful~"

Ning Shusheng appeared unmoved, but his murderous intent surged within him.

You have absolutely no artistic talent, just die already!!!
Switch to the underworld channel and resonate with ghosts and spirits. Summon dozens of white-clad female ghosts as weapons with music; that's the right way to do it.

Another round of clanging and banging filled the air.

Xiahou Jian roared angrily while brandishing his sword, but in his heart he felt utterly helpless.

The sword energy sank like a stone into the sea, barely leaving a white mark on the giant claw. Blood gushed from the tiger's mouth, yet it could only wipe out minor characters like the Demon Child.

The world's second-best swordsman suffered three consecutive defeats.

He suffered his first defeat at the hands of Xu Xuan, a devastating blow.

He was defeated in the battle in the underworld and became a passerby swordsman who cleared out the minions.

The third defeat occurred at this time. Despite being the oldest and a ruthless swordsman, he accomplished nothing.

Why is life suddenly so difficult, and why is the world so dangerous? Was the previous thirty-odd years of my life all a lie?
Xiahou the swordsman fell into self-doubt.

In contrast, Hayate, wielding the stone club, became the only one who could pose a threat to that giant claw.

That ordinary stone stick contained the power of benevolence, and it unleashed astonishing power the moment it encountered the clutches of evil.

While it was astonishing, the results were not significant.

"Bang!" "Bang!" The giant claw emitted a sound like a baby crying, and each blow only made the four of them more irritable.

At this stage of the battle, everyone can barely cause some trouble for the enemy in certain areas.

The demonic claw moved with lightning speed, flattening a mountaintop with a single strike, sending rocks flying and dust billowing everywhere. Even more terrifying, the already troublesome demonic minions continued to harass the four of them with demonic chants.

"Hehe, the scholar uses a stick like a sword!" "Even a tickle isn't enough!" "Why don't you come with us?"

They held hands and spun around, their shrill laughter and demonic sounds intertwining, as if trying to tear one's soul apart. The four felt their blood churning and their internal energy in disarray, making it almost impossible for them to maintain their balance.

"boom--!!!"

Taking advantage of the moment, the giant claw suddenly shrank to three zhang in size, its speed increased dramatically, and it crashed into the center of the four people like a meteor!
Xiahou, observing the surroundings, was immediately shocked and enraged by the enemy's ability to manipulate things at will. He shouted urgently, "Scatter!"

(End of this chapter)