Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 697 Strolling Through Cloud Dreams
"Waaaaaahh ...

The Azure Dragon's roar was filled with heart-wrenching hatred, and its tattered soul body was burning with dark blue-black soul fire, clearly indicating its intention to perish together with the enemy.

It stirred up the clouds and steamed wildly, creating towering waves of blood. Even the swallowtail iron yoke tied to its tail was stained dark red by the malevolent energy.

Yun Zhongjun sneered repeatedly; this fellow had lost his hard-won wisdom.

How dare a mere wild beast be my enemy!
As white robes fluttered, the world seemed to change color.

Both can control wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, but see—

A figure wearing a star-studded crown that shone like the sun, draped in a cloud-patterned cloak that fluttered in the wind. Jade pendants jingled at her waist, and she trod on auspicious clouds, untouched by mud.

One horn, like a withered branch, pierces the sky; its eyes, like bronze bells, shoot forth a fierce light. Its scales gleam with a bluish light, and its claws and teeth are sharp and menacing.

What a fierce battle between the evil dragon and the demon lord!

The Lord of the Clouds summoned thunder from the heavens, and the Azure Dragon monster stirred up towering waves.

The Thunder God and Lightning Goddess lend their support, while the Wind God and Rain Master join in the commotion.

On one side, thunder and lightning danced like golden snakes; on the other side, a bloody storm raged like a celestial river pouring down.

The thunder shook the mountains, and the raindrops withered the grass and trees.

The entire ancient Yunmeng Marsh seemed to have returned to an ancient battlefield. The aftershocks of the battle between the two overlords made the wandering demon souls tremble and instinctively move away from the center of the battlefield.

"Boom——!!"

Another earth-shattering collision occurred, and half of the Azure Dragon's tail was shattered by the lightning and fire, while Yun Zhongjun's wide sleeves were also torn open.

Xu Xuan squatted on a floating island in the distance, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Good heavens, how powerful must this Azure Dragon have been in its prime? No wonder it dared to provoke Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han."

As for Yun Zhongjun... it would be reasonable for him to kill this azure dragon.

After all, the two are so similar in their ability to wield power, and both are top-tier overlords; the mere eight hundred li of Dongting Lake certainly cannot bear them.

If Qingjiao hadn't courted death by coveting the dragon energy of the human race twice, it wouldn't have ended up in this state.

However, the outcome of this earth-shattering battle of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning was actually predetermined.

The remnant soul of the Azure Dragon burned with its last obsession, and with each bolt of lightning that struck, its soul became a little more transparent.

The scales, tainted by malevolent energy, are peeling away piece by piece, revealing the fragmented essence of the soul within.

Yet it continued to tear at the ground frantically, as if it wanted to vent all the resentment it had accumulated over a thousand years in this moment.

"boom!"

Another clash of thunder and lightning struck, and half of the Azure Dragon's body exploded. Among the scattered soul light, fragments of past memories vaguely emerged.

"No...this isn't right...I clearly still want to live..."

The remaining rationality flickered faintly deep within the soul fire.

Having lost his physical body and been tainted by the malevolent energy of the ancient Yunmeng Marsh, coupled with the sight of his enemy who had killed him, all of this caused him to lose his inner resolve, making him vulnerable to exploitation by someone's 'Garlic Bird' supernatural power.

However, as the demonic soul body splits apart, a sliver of reason is regaining control of the soul.

The earth-shattering roar behind them faded into the distance, and a certain culprit was crouching low, quickly darting through the reeds at the edge of Yunmengze.

"Go for it, Brother Qingjiao!" Xu Xuan turned around and glanced at the distant battle scene filled with lightning and thunder.

He wasn't reckless enough to risk his life in a place teeming with demons and spirits, and he still couldn't win.

The most important thing is to deal with this unfamiliar map.

Suddenly, a large bulge appeared in the mud beneath his feet. Without even looking, he raised his leg and kicked it—a furious stomp!

"Crack!"

A corpse puppet covered in green fur had barely emerged when it was kicked away, tracing a graceful parabola in mid-air before crashing into the hummourned pool in the distance with a splash of black water three zhang high. Then, a white bone demon emerged from the water, still possessing the supernatural powers it had in life, its aura overwhelming.

He was then mercilessly suppressed by the Heavenly Frost Fist. Before he died, he heard a mocking remark: "The White Bone Demon doesn't use illusions or tactics. Going head-on is just a wrong path. What a disgrace to the demon!"

There are too many corpses, puppets, demons, and ghosts in this place; as far as the eye can see, it's all graveyards.

Half-buried in the silt were stark white bones, the massive skeletons of demons and the broken weapons of human warriors. The water flowed silently over these remains, as if time had stood still, leaving only resentment and malevolent energy intertwined into a mist that drifted across the swamp.

Almost every few steps you take, a vengeful spirit will pop out; every few steps, a Pinduoduo-style corpse puppet will appear.

They were not weak before they were born, otherwise they wouldn't have survived. They were just born in the wrong era.

Rivers and lakes have always been the foundation of human civilization. Different tribes from different river basins would fight each other when they met. So the demon race, who also lived in the water, was a common enemy.

When the human race conquered the Nine Provinces along the waterways, they slaughtered too many demons, and this ancient marshland is one of the clear evidences of that.

And now, a weak human descendant is doing some finishing touches on the great achievements of his predecessors.

For example, capturing demon souls or collecting bones that still harbor resentment.

"This leg bone is good, keep it. That's... the tailbone? Not bad either."

"This demonic spirit... has a very deep obsession. Let me see what that obsession is?"

"Do you want to eat Si Wenming?"

"Oh, it's Brother Love to Laugh."

"Then go to the very bottom of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

Xu Xuan began his busy search for treasure.

Although it might seem like eating leftovers, it's a little unseemly.

It is absolutely impossible for Xu to give up these excellent magical materials.

As the head of Baoan Hall, I have the responsibility and obligation to contribute to the organization.

Moreover, if those powerful figures who practice witchcraft and walk the ghost path in the underworld were to see the resources of Yunmengze, their eyes would probably turn bloodshot with envy.

Various magical artifacts such as the Ten Thousand Bones Banner and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner can be mass-produced.

Although the ancient times were difficult, the primitive resources were also abundant, which is a version bonus.

And so a cheerful figure appeared in the graveyard of Yunmengze.

"Over there on the other side of the mountain, beyond the forest, there lives a group of old demons," Xu Xuan sang, using a demon's rib as a walking stick, trudging through the swamp with each step, his voice growing happier as he sang, "They are cunning and sinister, they are treacherous and clever!"

A rustling sound came from the depths of the swamp, and a dozen pairs of scarlet eyes appeared and disappeared in the shadows.

But Xu, the master of data collection, didn't care at all.

The real big shots were locked in the location of Dongting Lake in later generations, and the most powerful ones on the outskirts were at most human level like the Azure Dragon.

How could the mighty White Lotus Holy Father, the seeded contender among all demons and Buddhas, be afraid of these?

He would have gone hunting if he didn't have important things to do.

Whenever he was left to act alone, the Father's mischievous spirit would begin to burn fiercely.

Especially in unfamiliar and dangerous dungeon maps, you don't have to worry about your teammates, about damaging the environment, or about your moral bottom line.

Listen! The shengxie pendant at my waist is chirping joyfully.

A crocodile-shaped corpse puppet suddenly burst out of the water, its gaping maw about to unleash some kind of supernatural power.

(End of this chapter)