Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 754 Return to the Abyss

Xu Xuan nodded, looking pleased: "Your method is indeed straightforward and in line with the times."

Indeed, in the underworld, reasoning is less effective than physics.

“But Jambudvipa is so vast and complex, there are unimaginable ghosts and monsters.” Xu Xuan rubbed his temples, a rare look of distress on his face.

He counted the difficulties on his fingers: "Even if I push myself to the limit, I might not be able to do much before I'm struck dead by divine lightning. The ghosts here are all deeply attached and unable to reincarnate, not to mention they're carrying the sins from their previous lives."

Xiaoqing pouted defiantly, "Aren't you the best at performing rituals for the deceased?"

"Liberation?" The foremost liberation master of the Pure Land School gave a bitter smile. "Even Yama, the King of Hell, hasn't had time to manage this place. The Buddhist sect has sent so many Bodhisattvas and Arhats, and they've all failed to manage it. How can someone like me, who runs a clinic, possibly do it? It's not my area of ​​expertise!"

He spread his hands: "At most, I can prescribe some calming medicine for them. I can't possibly give all the ghosts in Jambudvipa the Meng Po soup, can I?"

"This matter requires careful consideration. Finding the Yin-Yang Realm is the priority, as for restoring Jambudvipa..."

He looked up at the gloomy horizon and said softly, "It's not too late to come back when we truly have the ability to change this place."

After the small team returned, Xu Xuan clapped his hands to signal everyone to gather: "Everyone, let's head straight for the Yin-Yang Realm!"

Qi Licha immediately straightened his back: "Your Excellency is wise!"

After several upheavals that resembled massacres, they managed to extract valuable intelligence from a stubborn old man.

Even with two swords held to his neck by Xiaoqing, the old ghost still stubbornly said, "Five hundred miles to the south... there once was a ghost city that could devour cities... it swallowed a small city and ran away..."

Xu Xuan immediately activated the cloud and mist formation and led the group carefully over.

All they found was an empty wasteland, not even a single brick left.

"Tsk, they ran fast." Xu Xuan squatted down, his fingertips lightly touching the ground. As the white lotus energy flowed, he caught a subtle aura—the intertwining of life and death, the fusion of yin and yang.

Mmm~~ That's the taste!
"You Feng!" He beckoned to the female ghost, "Come and take a look too."

Yu Feng approached cautiously, and shivered as soon as he touched that aura: "It's...it's definitely the Dharma Realm! This feeling of coldness mixed with heat..."

"Then can you still sense where it went?"

You Feng closed her eyes and concentrated, then nodded after a moment: "I can't help you if you're thousands of miles apart, but if it's not too far..." She suddenly pointed to the northwest, "Over there! My soul fire is still in the Dharma Realm, and I can feel a faint pull..."

The group immediately used the clouds to quickly approach, only to find that they had missed their target again.

"This way!" You Feng sensed the location again.

However, when they arrived, the ghost town had vanished without a trace.

Xu Xuan couldn't help but exclaim, "This Yin-Yang Dharma Realm is truly a wonderful thing..." The longing in his eyes was almost tangible.

Suddenly his body stopped, and his eyes darkened.

I 'saw' something spying on me, and it felt familiar.

There are too many enemies; it's impossible to tell who did it.

But whoever it is, they all have to die!

So they used the most vicious counterattack to deliver the final blow, and the connection was quickly severed. The other party was most likely... completely dead.

The investigation continues!

After his last attempt failed, You Feng suddenly turned deathly pale: "The connection... is broken..."

Little did they know, in the palace within the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm, the Yin-Yang Dharma King was pacing back and forth in agitation.

His handsome, jade-like face was now so gloomy it seemed to drip water, and his slender fingers kept calculating the secrets of heaven.

"Strange..." he muttered to himself, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Why have I had this feeling that disaster is about to strike these past few days?"

As an ancient monster who has lived for over a thousand years, the Yin-Yang Dharma King deeply understands the principle of "better safe than sorry".

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, his wide, dark sleeves whipping up a gust of cold wind: "Move the city! Move the city immediately!"

The ghost generals standing on either side looked at each other in bewilderment, but still quickly carried out the order.

The entire Yin-Yang realm emitted a muffled rumble, and the city walls with their blue bricks and black tiles began to writhe as if alive, slowly sinking into the boundary between Yin and Yang.

"My lord, where shall we move to this time?" a ghost general asked cautiously.

"Whatever! The farther the better!" The Yin-Yang Dharma King waved his hand impatiently.

He knew perfectly well that although the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm could move, it still had to follow the rules of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.

If the changes are frequent, the regular customers who come to do business may no longer be able to find their way.

But that sense of crisis was far too intense, a hundred times more terrifying than when that monk named Ruoxu came knocking on our door back then!
Just then, that chilling premonition came again!
"Move again!" the Yin-Yang Dharma King practically roared.

In this way, the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm shifted seven times in just a few hours. Each time it had just settled down, that nagging sense of crisis would return.

"Enough!" After the seventh transfer, the Yin-Yang Dharma King finally erupted in fury.

He overturned the table, shattering jade cups and gold goblets. "I'll see who dares to mock me like this!"

Standing before the hall, gazing at the overcast sky, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes: "I don't care which deity you are, if you dare to cause trouble, I'll make sure you don't leave alive!"

He raised his hand and summoned a spirit from the depths of the Dharma realm. The spirit's form was elusive, sometimes transforming into a young boy, sometimes into an old man, and in an instant into a beautiful young woman. Its eyes reflected the myriad emotions of human life. This was the very treasure he had painstakingly abducted from Iron Mountain three hundred years ago.

"My Lord, spare my life..." the ghost trembled, its voice sometimes male and sometimes female.

As a purebred spirit nurtured by Iron Mountain, it should have been under strict protection, but unfortunately it fell into the hands of this demon.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King snorted coldly: "I've raised you for three hundred years, it's time to put you to use." He condensed a stream of Yin and Yang energy at his fingertips, "Predict my fortune."

Knowing that it could not defy the spirit, it had no choice but to resort to spirit writing.

Its form suddenly vanished, transforming into countless silver threads that intertwined in the air, gradually outlining a scene.

"Recently... the enemy... origins..." Based on the information provided by the Yin-Yang Dharma King, the spirit began to communicate with the spirit, intending to reveal the enemy's appearance and origins.

Suddenly, the silver threads trembled violently, and on their own, they outlined a blurry figure.

The figure stood in the void; though its face was not clearly visible, it was vaguely human-shaped.

Then, a slight change occurred in the spirit writing scene within the Yin-Yang realm, and two towering, illusory figures vaguely appeared behind the human form.

This is the environment that man has been in recently. The information retrieval and reconstruction capabilities of the spirit are still quite remarkable.

"This is……!"

Before the spirit could even warn them, all the silver threads instantly ignited into black flames and vanished in the blink of an eye.

He died with his eyes wide open, just like the Grand Historian in the human world.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King's pupils shrank suddenly, and he knelt down with a thud.

"Earth... Ksitigarbha... Yama..."

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead; he was all too familiar with those two illusory figures.

He had seen the true faces of these two beings from afar during that Dharma assembly.

"Never mind..." The Yin-Yang Dharma King staggered to his feet, forcing himself to remain calm, and said, "It's a good opportunity to set up camp in the mortal realm for a while and see if there's any business."

He tried to comfort himself.

The mortal realm has human destiny suppressing things and strict rules, but it's still better than... losing your life.

Fortunately, his ability to traverse between Yin and Yang is unparalleled, and this ability to save his life is truly remarkable.

The Yin-Yang Dharma Realm had vanished without a trace. Xu Xuan stood on the wasteland, gazing at the empty world, his brows furrowed.

"It ran away?" Xiaoqing's eyes widened. "Is that old monster a rat?"

Xu Xuan sneered, "You can run away, but you can't hide." He turned and looked south, "Since we can't find him in a short time, let's go find my senior brother."

If my senior brother can find him once, he can find him countless times.

Xu Xuan now felt a strong sense of crisis; the Bodhisattva's guidance was definitely not unfounded. He had to quickly build up his strength, otherwise…

The entrance to the Avici Hell is much easier to find than the Yin-Yang Realm.

It lies beneath Jambudvipa, about 20,000 yojanas (over 300,000 kilometers) deep, a place known to all ghosts—yet almost no one is willing to approach it.

When Xu Xuan and his team appeared at the entrance, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

“This…” Zhang Hua stared ahead, his voice tense.

A terrifying abyss tore a rift in the underworld.

The pitch-black rock walls were surrounded by boiling magma, the scorching heat waves distorted the air, and the poisonous miasma rolled like a tangible substance, even igniting ghosts that approached.

Avici Hell, also known as the Hell of Incessant Suffering, is one of the eight hot hells.

Sinners who enter here will suffer eternal torment.

King Equality placed the entrance here quite appropriately—after all, those who could enter alive shouldn't exist in the first place.

Currently, only Xu Xuan among the team members is eligible to join.

Even Xiaoqing was a bit lacking in skill; she had only taken a few steps closer when her scales turned red from the heat, forcing her to retreat.

“Next,” Xu Xuan patted her shoulder, “you take them to thoroughly investigate Jambudvipa and write a report.”

This is the vice-captain's task.

Xiaoqing patted her chest confidently and said, "Just you wait and see!"

Then, she watched helplessly as Xu Xuanxian's body was protected by jade-like skin and bones, his human blood and qi surged, and he was enveloped in the light of the Pure Land Buddha—like a shooting star, he plunged headfirst into the crack.

They were as relaxed as if they were going home.

"..."

Xiaoqing remained silent for a while, then turned to look at Qilicha: "Do you think he's gone mad?"

Qi Licha chuckled dryly twice: "My lord's actions must have a deeper meaning..."

(End of this chapter)