Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 695 The Complex Composition of Yunmeng Marsh
call out! ! !
Like sunlight piercing through the darkness, dawn quietly sweeps across the horizon, whose figure traverses the cycle of reincarnation?
Yunmengze, here I come!
Through the thick fog, a golden meteor streaked across the sky, trailing a long, fiery tail as it plummeted toward the ancient waters.

The golden light contrasted sharply with the surrounding gloom, as if tearing a brilliant crack in a murky painting.

The scroll of the ancient Yunmeng Marsh thus unfolds.

I had expected to see the vastness of "the lands of Jing and Wu are indistinguishable, only water and sky remain", or the magnificent expanse of "the trees along the river are submerged, and the sea and lakes are connected".

But the scene before my eyes was completely different from what I had imagined—

The vast expanse of misty waters was indeed boundless, but the surface of the water shimmered with an eerie bronze luster, like an ancient bronze mirror rusted by time.

Upon closer inspection, it was not clear lake water, but a turbid stream that had been deposited with blood and rust for millions of years. Every ripple carried dark red flocculent material, like blood that had not yet congealed.

Beneath the lake's surface, a massive shadow appeared and disappeared. A serpentine black shadow, thousands of feet long, swam slowly by, its jagged back piercing the water's surface and stirring up towering, turbid waves carrying a putrid stench.
Countless pale bones floated on the waves, and some of the giant skeletons still bore the marks of being hacked with sharp weapons.

The most terrifying thing was those wandering demonic spirits:
The remnant soul of the Nine-Headed Willow twisted and tangled in the water, its eighteen scarlet eyes flickered uncertainly in the mist, and black blood gushed continuously from its severed neck.

The phantom of the Bashe snake coiled in the center of the lake, each time it flicked its tongue, it caused the space to distort and tremble, and the gaps between its scales were crawling with maggots formed from resentment.
There was also the remnant of a giant tortoise, shaped like a mountain, its shell riddled with broken bronze spears and halberds, emitting a sickening grinding sound with every inch it moved.

These frenzied souls tore and devour each other, their shattered forms turning into a pus-like mist that quickly reformed.

The sky was shrouded in an unyielding resentment and malevolent energy, appearing as an eerie purplish-black. The thick resentment condensed into distorted faces.

"Yao and Shun—give me back my life!"

"King Yu—you shall die a horrible death!"

"Humanity—must be annihilated! Must be annihilated!"

The strongest resentment even condensed into a tangible rain of blood that fell down.

The entire world was filled with a rotten, sweet smell—the stench of death left over from an ancient battlefield.

Of course, the traces left by the human race in the ruins of this ancient battlefield are equally awe-inspiring.

such as……

In the middle of the lake stands an island piled high with bones, and in its heart stands a massive, rusty bronze pillar—bound by countless chains, each one binding the very essence of a great demon. The chains rattle and clang, as if mocking these souls condemned to eternal damnation.

The giant arrow, planted diagonally in the lake on the east side, has a shaft as thick as a palace pillar and is as black as ink. The fletchings have long since decayed, but the arrowhead still exudes a chilling aura of killing intent.

The skeleton of the Bashe snake coiled around the arrow, forming a mountain. Every joint trembled violently, yet it could never break free from the arrow's restraint.

Occasionally, the silhouette of a golden dragon boat will appear on the lake, with a majestic dragon head carved on the bow and nine golden dragons symbolizing good fortune wrapped around the hull.

This is a manifestation of the imperial destiny of the human race, which continues to carry out its mission of patrolling and suppressing evil spirits. Whenever the dragon boat passes by, the demonic souls in the lake let out painful howls and dive to the bottom of the water to hide.

This secret realm... its composition is very complex.

Xu Xuan saw this scene as he fell from the sky and was immediately startled.

Having thoroughly studied the Classic of Mountains and Seas, he immediately recognized several formidable figures, all of whom were monsters who had taken the stage and left their names during the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors period.

"Good heavens, are ancient monsters having a party?" The Holy Father's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Was this instance opened too hastily?

I originally thought that what remained here were just remnants of souls and resentment, with strength less than one percent of what they had in life.

Unexpectedly, this remaining "one" was also incredibly powerful, a being similar to the Bashe, a monster that had surpassed the limits of human capabilities, far beyond the reach of a mere bald monk who hadn't even attained Arhatship. No wonder the abbots of the Pure Land School had all suffered defeats; anyone who came would have to kneel before them.

Suddenly remembering something, his expression turned strange: "Wait, how did Professor Shi and Headmaster Shen manage to survive that hellish dungeon back then? Did you have some secret tips you weren't telling me?"

Xu Xuan didn't even consider that Professor Shi's excessive spirituality led him astray into Yunmengze.

They kept a low profile the whole time, like little shrimps; even the remnants of the great demons and their grudges in the lake might not know that such a group of little things had come in.

Finally, through the ancient holy emperor's melody, which communicated with the rules of heaven and earth, it was expelled again.

Xu, on the other hand, swaggered out of the secret realm with the aura of a human holy emperor, almost provoking us with a "come on, come here" attitude.

In an instant, all the resentment in the entire Yunmeng Marsh was activated.

There's a big difference between pickled vegetables and a big meal.

As Xu Xuan plummeted, the surrounding demonic souls swarmed towards him like sharks smelling blood.

The gazes of those remnant demon souls slowly turned to him, their turbid pupils flashing with ancient memories, as if trying to identify who this intruder was.

The aura of King Yu? The willpower of the human race?
"Crash-"

In the distance, the bronze chains trembled violently, as if being pulled by some terrifying force, emitting a piercing metallic scraping sound.

The chains were taut and seemed ready to break at any moment, while the bound demon soul let out a mournful howl, struggling to break free of the seal.

Their mere gaze brought an almost tangible sense of oppression, as if the entire world was squeezing out one's soul.

Lingtai was frantically warning itself, as if it would be crushed by this invisible force at any moment.

As for the demon souls that were not suppressed by the chains, they rushed towards Xu Xuan without any hesitation, densely packed and surging like a tide.

"Oops!"

The Holy Father's heart tightened, and he immediately activated the White Lotus Dharma Form, with layers upon layers of lotus phantoms appearing around him, completely enveloping him.

He then quickly took the Shengxie Sword from his sleeve and hung it at his waist.

The sword hummed, emanating a strong negative emotion—resentment, unwillingness, hatred, and all sorts of evil auras intertwined, so dense that they almost solidified into a tangible substance.

"I'm a ghost myself, friends."

Xu Xuan silently chanted in his heart, while simultaneously activating Bo Qi's aura. A dreamlike, ethereal aura enveloped his entire body, making his presence indistinct.

"Our own demons, my friends."

The third layer of disguise revealed the mark on his wrist, a glowing mark from the Dragon King of the Yangtze River.

The strong aura of the superiors' bloodline masked the human's scent.

Fourth floor, fifth floor...

He frantically pulled out a bunch of random things from the jade pot: demon cores, evil talismans, crystals of yin energy, and even a few strands of wish power extracted from the White Lotus Sect demons.

With each layer added up, the aura became chaotic and disordered, making him look nothing like a proper human.

(End of this chapter)