Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 689 Dragon Evil
The vastness of the Dongting Dragon Palace Secret Realm far exceeded Xiaoqing's expectations.

The dilapidated palaces stretched endlessly, as far as the eye could see. Glazed tiles shattered like a river of stars, and white jade pillars collapsed like a chaotic burial ground.

"Your Majesty..." Turtle shrank his neck, the Bagua patterns on his shell flickering, "The fragmented memories in my bloodline... This place is not right! The real Dragon Palace is never this big! This is simply like..."

"It's like it was forcibly stretched open." Xiaoqing twirled a wisp of dragon energy between her fingers, a blue light flowing between them. Looking towards the distorted spatial folds in the distance, the scene there resembled a crumpled scroll, the outlines of palaces and pavilions blurred and indistinct. "My sister said that if no one maintains the secret realm, it will gradually collapse..."

Turtle suddenly shivered: "Then, then this Dragon Palace..."

"It is struggling to survive."

Even celestial beings and humans experience the five signs of decay, and mountains and rivers change. The style of death in a secret realm is closely related to its original owner.

As for the dragon race... just think about the tens of thousands of spirits who were killed outside by the shockwave, and the elite demon race that perished tragically in the coral forest after entering, and you'll know what kind of style they are.

What a greedy and tyrannical race!

Keep going.

Following the connection to the dragon's essence within their bloodlines, the two demons ventured deeper into the secret realm.

At first, things went fairly smoothly. Although Turtle was timid, his ability to avoid danger and seek good fortune was first-rate.

Pushed to lead the way, his four short legs trembled so badly they were almost knotted, but the threat of death made his supernatural powers operate even more smoothly.

Since joining Baoan Hall, its supernatural abilities have been forced to improve by leaps and bounds—from being used only once every few decades to now being used several times a day. The hardships it has endured could fill a book titled "The Tortoise's Life Forced to Become Talented".

"Your Majesty, this way..." The tortoise pointed with its large paw at a seemingly peaceful corridor, "There's... there's a bloodthirsty aura over there..."

"Okay, hurry up." Xiaoqing calmly followed behind.

The two of them made their way through a maze of twists and turns, avoiding the blood coral forest that could suddenly come to life, bypassing the eerie pool of water that could turn living beings into pearls, and even using "thunder pearls" to shatter several strange shadows that darted out from the side hall.

With supernatural powers, magical treasures, and magical strength, things will naturally go incredibly smoothly.

Along the way, we also saw many strange and bizarre corpses of the demon race.

Before its demise, the entire Dragon Palace was frantically absorbing the vital energy of living beings to sustain itself, and the more you looked at it, the more it resembled a decaying old man yearning to live.

"Your Majesty, this way."

"Okay, you can go now."

"Your Majesty, over there."

"Okay, hurry up."

This seamless cooperation continued until they reached a half-collapsed treasure vault—

"Wow!"

The pile of rubble suddenly exploded, and a dark figure darted out!
A dark figure suddenly darted out from the pile of rubble.

The creature resembled a dragon but was not; its entire body was covered in sickly black scales, and fragments of coral clung to its broken antlers. It was several tens of feet in size.

The most horrifying thing is that it has seven claws—three in the front and four in the back, twisted in a way that defies logic.

"clang!"

The moment the rubble exploded, Gui Da, relying entirely on the instincts honed through countless life-and-death experiences at Baoan Hall, collapsed to his knees with a thud. The seven-clawed monster whizzed past his forehead, the foul wind it stirred up stinging his shell.

"This...this is impossible..." The giant green bean turtle's eyes were filled with horror, and the Bagua patterns on its shell were flashing wildly. "Old turtle, I never expected this beast?!"

Even more bizarrely, when divine sense swept over the monster, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea—there was no demonic aura, no vitality, as if it were facing a piece of moving rotten wood!

After the initial shock subsided, he was filled with shame and anger. "Damn it!" Turtle roared, two weapons instantly appearing in his claws. "I've carried out countless impossible missions in Baoan Hall, dealing with numerous demon kings and evil spirits. I can even face Hall Master Xu with ease. How could I be scared by an ugly monster like you?!"

It's truly a case of a three-year-old child tripping up an eighty-year-old mother.

You worthless corpse, you don't know your own mortality. Let this tortoise deliver you from suffering. I'm a professional.

Gui Da certainly has that confidence; everyone who uses Baoantang's rituals for the deceased speaks highly of them.

He started by unleashing a Gui Water Yin Thunder that transformed into a dark blue electric python, followed by the Tibetan Demon Sect's Ten Thousand Poison Sand, which pressed down like dark clouds.

They come from both good and evil, and are indiscriminate in their pursuit of both meat and vegetables; their main characteristic is ruthlessness.

"boom!"

The lightning exploded on the monster's scales, but only left a few scorch marks. It did not suppress this sinister-looking thing. The poison sand corroded a few small holes, but the poison spread freely and did not slow down the monster. Instead, it attacked the giant turtle even more ferociously.

"This isn't cultivation!" The top agent said, somewhat dismayed.

According to Article 3 of the "Bao'an Hall Abnormal Event Handling Manual", Yin Lei counters evil spirits, and poisonous sand breaks the flesh. Why is this monster completely unpredictable?
Without these magical treasures, in terms of combat power alone, it is nothing more than an ordinary turtle spirit.

Left with no other choice, he could only cry out, "Your Majesty, save me!"

A clear, shimmering light shone in Xiaoqing's pupils, her spiritual perception, enhanced by visualization, penetrating even the deepest depths. The seven-clawed monster gradually lost its ferocious appearance in her eyes, revealing its true nature—

The river of destiny has dried up to its bottom, and the star trails of fate are silent and without light...

But the multicolored dragon blood surging in his meridians was boiling like magma!
The strangest thing was that the remaining wisp of thought was as blazing and proud as the rising sun, and it was also mixed with the ecstatic joy of getting what he wanted!

The phantom of "Xu Xuan" flickered behind her, white lotus patterns spreading from her neck to her cheeks. The threads of cause and effect snapped taut, and countless images surged forth along them:

In the frigid Northern Ocean pool, a silver-scaled dragon broke through the water, its forehead bearing a single crystal horn, and ice lotuses bloomed wherever it passed.

This demon king, born extraordinary from the start, caused a strange phenomenon in the northern waters the moment he hatched—three hundred miles of ice cracked on its own.
He awakened his innate divine power, "Mysterious Nether True Water," which could condense a hundred miles of waves into a single line; at fifty, he single-handedly fought four transformed demons, tearing apart their proud water-suppressing banners; at seventy, he swallowed the essence of the Si River's water transport in one gulp, infuriating the old monster guarding him to the point of vomiting blood and going into seclusion. When his hundred-year term was up, no demon in the northern waters dared to call him by his name directly, and all respected him as the "Northern Demon King."

The overwhelming fortune only fueled the despair of the demons.

The sea eye erupted, and the sea-breaking spear left behind by the ancient demon king suddenly appeared, automatically becoming a divine weapon in his hand. Fragments of the Dragon Marrow Golden Pill from the bottom of Changbai Mountain's Heavenly Lake even spontaneously shattered the ice layer and fell into his mouth.

"What I desire," it chuckled, stepping on the head of the great northern demon, "will be delivered by Heaven itself."

Such a person should continue to write his legend.

Then... I met the White Lotus Saintess.

The snow that day was strange—it was clearly the height of summer, yet crimson snow suddenly fell over the northern waters. The young demon king was playing with his newly acquired Xuanbing Mirror when he suddenly heard laughter, like shattering glass, descend from the heavens:

What kind of dragon are you?

The sound was distinct and full of Zen, as clear and bright as the morning bell of an ancient temple, yet it sent chills down one's spine when it reached the ears.

(End of this chapter)