Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 705 The God of Floods
"Zheng——!"

The sound of metal shattering stone and tearing silk echoed across Yunmeng Marsh, like the bugle call of an ancient battlefield being sounded once more. The entire body of water instantly boiled, and the demonic souls that had slumbered for thousands of years awoke from the abyss, carrying with them unforgettable fear and hatred.

Everything was in a state of panic!

Amidst the torrential downpour of blood, horrific scenes unfolded one after another:

Some of the monsters whose corpses were eaten and whose souls were thrown into the Yunmeng Marsh had long since fallen into silence, only to be awakened again when they sensed the presence of humans once more.

The fading remnants of souls suddenly solidified, like drowning people grasping at a last straw. The incomplete demonic souls frantically devoured their own kind, forcibly piecing together a grotesque form. The white bones buried at the bottom of the lake broke through the water, returning to their respective masters like swallows returning to their nests.

Fear and anger from their memories drove them mad.

"Kill!!!"

"I hate it!!!"

“People! People! People!”

A hysterical roar echoed through the sky. One monster after another, riding the wave of ferocity, soared into the heavens. In an instant, one, two, three, countless monsters took to the skies.

To the east, Lingling stands riding the waves, its bull-headed, tiger-striped body shrouded in murky water vapor.

Each strange "moo-woo" cry caused the waters within a hundred miles to boil and overflow. Black water seeped continuously from the cracks in the unicorn, the source of the calamity recorded as "a sign of great floods throughout the land."

To the west, the six eyes on the face of the Heyu people blinked simultaneously, and the yellow pig's body arched up like a small mountain.

The tattered red tail slapped the water's surface, each drop of blood transforming into a swarm of piranhas. The saliva it drooled over Xu Xuan's body condensed into a corrosive poisonous mist in the air—the very same ferocious creature described in the Eastern Classic of Mountains and Seas as "eating people, and also insects and snakes."

To the south, Sheng Yu's crimson feathers bristled, and the fleshy comb on his rooster's head emitted a blinding flash of blood. The deer's cry, which should have been clear and melodious, was now laced with the resentment of the one shot down by Yi the Archer years ago.

With each flap of its wings, countless flame-like feathers fall, triggering a steam explosion upon contact with the water's surface.

To the north, a maimed snipe lay on its long right back, its gills struggling to open and close. Blue venomous blood dripped continuously from its missing right wing, staining the water a deep blue.

This pair of calamity beasts, recorded in the Fourth Classic of the Western Regions, are currently unleashing a corrosive storm of acid rain.

In the very center, the cries of the serpent-turned-infant resounded through the heavens, while a monster with the body of a jackal and the face of a human roamed among the thunderclouds.

Each snake scale reflected the face of the drowned, and when its wings spread, the water level of the entire Yunmeng Marsh began to rise irrationally—this was the terrifying power of "when it appears, the town will be flooded."

These are far more than just ordinary demon souls.
They are clearly the embodiment of calamities recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas! Each of them has caused catastrophes such as "scorched earth for thousands of miles" or "raging floods".

Xu Xuan's Dharma image stood atop a cloud, his white kasaya fluttering in the gale, gazing upon the world-ending scene before him—

This is the true natural disaster that our ancient ancestors faced!

The cries of the serpent infant materialized into sonic waves, causing mountains to crumble wherever they passed. Before the hundred-meter-high wave had even subsided, a second, thousand-meter-high giant wave roared up. The broken wings of the Yingyu stirred the wind and clouds, drawing the moisture from the entire Yunmeng Marsh into the heavens, transforming it into a torrential downpour.

"Wow—"

Inland lakes surged with enormous waves, as if they were oceans. Waves hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of meters high seemed to reach the sky, and a solitary peak snapped in mid-wave.

The few small islands that still existed were instantly submerged, the swamp turned into a watery world, and the surrounding mountains and land were all washed away into a vast ocean.

When the Classic of Mountains and Seas records these calamity beasts, it solemnly writes, "If they appear, there will be great floods throughout the world."

Faced with such divine might, all the ancient people could do was fight with their lives.

Therefore... all these water-causing calamities were wiped out by the human race.

We're not talking about morality or righteousness; we're just trying to survive. It's like a demon eating people when it's hungry, or a person drinking water when they're thirsty.

However... the human race won.

The truth behind ancient wars is cruel and straightforward.

Other sage emperors were relatively benevolent, killing those they encountered. Emperor Yao was the most benevolent of all, rarely killing any living beings. This sage ruler, whose benevolence was "as boundless as the heavens," merely stroked the withered rice seedlings and said, "Da Yi, go and see," during the year when ten suns appeared simultaneously.

The historian respectfully recorded: "Emperor Yao ordered Yi to kill Zaochi in the wilderness of Chouhua, kill Jiuying above the Xiongshui River, and capture Dafeng in the marshes of Qingqiu."

As for the one with the strongest murderous intent, it should be the smiling old man. He measured the nine provinces along the waterways and then killed all the calamities related to the floods.

In the course of flood control, 812 demons were slain.

Those with names and surnames are not qualified to be recorded; those without names and surnames are not qualified to be recorded.

Of these demons, 50% were his creation, 30% were Yi the Archer, and the remaining 20% ​​were just unlucky ones.

There are very few calamity gods left in the Nine Provinces now, which is the result of the work of generation after generation.

The Azure Dragon was already considered to have the potential to become a calamity god, but then it ran into Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han, and was immediately defeated.

This may be an inextricable causal relationship between humans and evil spirits.

At this moment, the war between demons and monsters after death begins once again.

The enemy was no longer the ferocious Holy Emperor's army, but a lone human.

Thousands upon thousands of demon souls, led by the God of Flood, rushed straight to Turtle Mountain. Boundless dark clouds and malevolent energy, along with towering waves of water, obscured the blood-red sky of Yunmeng Marsh like a wall.

A shadow was cast down.

This time, they're going to eat people!!!
"You want to eat people?" Xu Xuan murmured softly, his tongue slowly licking his lips. "What a coincidence..."

"I'm also a bit short on supplies lately."

I almost forgot that I'm also a food connoisseur who made my fortune by eating.

As someone who never wastes anything, seeing so many wronged souls and evil spirits stirred up a greedy desire within me.

Whether used to suppress and increase cultivation in the Pure Land, or sent to the Calamity Land for training, they are excellent materials.

My cultivation speed has slowed down recently, so it seems like this is an opportunity given to me by God.

So, where did Yun Zhongjun go?
Such a big scene... oh, I see it.

Xu Xuan looked up into the depths of the thunderclouds and saw the Cloud Lord perched high in the heavens.

Perhaps disdaining to associate with the rest of the rabble, he actually flew to the highest point to show off.

"You wicked monk, I'm waiting to collect your corpse."

After saying this, he sat on the throne in the clouds. Arrogance was his nature, so he naturally disdained to besiege a monk in the third realm.

As everyone knows, Xu Xuan is a magnanimous person.

He took a deep look at Yun Duan's figure. "Since you insist on pretending, then so be it."

Yunmengze now seemed like a fragment forgotten by the river of time, transformed into a distorted, chaotic battlefield. A blood-red vortex hung upside down in the sky, bronze waves boiled in the water, and even the air became thick and heavy from the fighting.

With a fire burning in his heart, Xu Xuan stood atop the black and gold sacred mountain, revealing a smile that made even demons tremble.

"The war has begun."

"Boom!"

The crocodile dragon slammed into the war drum, its roar shattering the heavens! The soul fires of the thirty thousand karmic ghosts of Guo Bei suddenly surged, like a phosphorescent sea suddenly igniting in the dark night, turning the black water crimson.

(End of this chapter)