Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 768 Ah, I'm dead again.
"Rumble--"

The mountain rose from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye: first, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's sacred site appeared, and the Eight Treasures Merit Pool emerged. Then, the phantom of the Great Thunderclap Temple appeared, with thousands of monks chanting sutras.

Eventually, a golden Bodhi tree emerged at the summit, resembling a sacred place where the Buddha preached.

The entire Golden Mountain was bathed in a myriad of rays of light, illuminating the dark Yin-Yang realm as if it were daytime. Xu Xuan stood at the foot of the mountain, resembling a mythical warrior lifting Mount Sumeru, his muscles bulging and veins standing out.

"Not enough! Not enough! Not enough!"

Three angry shouts, and heaven and earth responded.

With a sickening cracking sound, spiderweb-like black lines suddenly appeared at the base of the golden mountain. Thick, ink-like dust seeped from the void, and a black mountain of the same size grew upside down beneath the golden mountain!

This mountain: its body is covered with vein-like structures, and several twisted and indistinct palaces stand on its peak. Boiling blood springs flow through the mountain streams.

The two sacred mountains slowly rotated like millstones, their golden light and black mist intertwining to form a chaotic vortex.

The majestic sacred mountain cast its shadow over the Yin-Yang realm, and where the shadow covered, all ghosts fell silent.

Those demons who were baring their fangs and claws just moments before now looked up at the black and gold mountain that blotted out the sky, their fangs trembling involuntarily.

The blue-faced demon's bone knife clattered to the ground, and the red-clad vengeful ghost's long hair spontaneously combusted without wind—they finally understood what kind of being they were facing.

I have never seen such a visually stunning supernatural power before; only those who face it know how terrifying it is.

Xu Xuan stood beside the sacred mountain, looking down at the demons and monsters below, his eyes filled with boundless arrogance.

In ancient times, there was Erlang who carried mountains to chase the sun; now, there is Xu Xuan who throws mountains to subdue demons.

Let me show you little devils what I'm capable of.

As he slowly pressed down with both arms, the heavy mountain began to tilt.

The roar of the mountain rubbing against the void was like the sky shattering. The seven treasures and glazed tiles embedded in the golden mountain collapsed one after another, turning into flowing fire and meteors in the evil aura rising from the black mountain.

The mountain collapsed as if the sky were falling, causing the little demons below to scatter and flee in terror.

The Yaksha centurion knocked over his colleague, and half of a demon soldier's severed limb was still hanging from his trident.

Lady White Bone shook off the three-headed hellhound, and the hem of her wedding dress was corroded by the evil energy of Black Mountain, creating a hole.

"Oh no, this monk has gone mad."

"Run! We're going to die!!!"

"Where is the Dharma King? Why hasn't the Dharma King arrived yet!"

In essence, this is a manifestation of one's own pure land; it can be picked up and thrown or kicked away as one pleases.

But the sheer force of this mountain collapsing is even more awe-inspiring.

Xu Xuan is the kind of person who, when conditions permit, will occasionally put on a show of... divine intervention.

As the mountain tilted more and more violently, the fear became even more intense.

This move, the Heaven-Turning Seal, only covered a small portion of the City Lord's Mansion; it targeted the entire Yin-Yang Dharma Realm.

Since I can't find the enemy's weak point and can't take this treasure, I might as well destroy it all.

Xu Xuan stood in the void, his eyes cold, while secretly making various protective preparations.

With both hands pressed down, the Black Gold Divine Mountain accelerated its descent, its terrifying weight distorting even space itself. The laws of the Yin-Yang realm collapsed, the energies of life and death became chaotic, and the entire city, like glass struck by a giant hammer, cracks spread in all directions.

The moment the Black Gold Divine Mountain was about to crush the entire Yin-Yang Dharma Realm—

"laugh!"

A beam of divine light, a mixture of black and white, suddenly shot out from the ground!

The light arrived without warning, silently dissolving space and time, even piercing through the defenses of the Pure Land and the Calamity Land as easily as paper.

Before Xu Xuan could even react, the divine light had already struck his chest.

"puff--!"

Black and white energy flickered wildly around him, each shift making his face paler. After seven flickers, it finally settled on a deathly black.

He slowly looked down at his chest, his clothes torn, the black and white aura still lingering at the edges.

He raised his hand, trembling, and pointed to the ground, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something—

"Uhhh-!!!"

With a heart-wrenching scream, his body plummeted from the sky.

First, it smashed through a three-story building, then bounced more than three feet high on the ruins, and finally rolled down into the dust like a rag doll.

As he fell, the once mighty Black Gold Divine Mountain began to crumble and disintegrate.

Thirty thousand karmic ghosts roared in resentment, and thirty thousand demonic souls twisted and dissipated. The entire battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence, with only black and white energies slowly flowing among the ruins.

"Xu Xuan—!"

Xiao Qing's shrill cry tore through the sky. She transformed into a streak of azure light and charged madly towards the ruins.

The mangled body was pulled from the ruins; it was intact, but dead?!
First, I couldn't believe it, then... I was stunned.

what?
In less than a second, she covered her face and burst into tears; it was truly heartbreaking to hear and brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it.

"Lord Demon King!" Qilicha also scrambled forward, his ghostly flames flickering violently.

He pounded his chest and wailed, "How could you... how could you... ouch!!!" His bone claws slammed into the ground, "I told you to keep a low profile, but you insisted on destroying their lair. Now you're getting your comeuppance!"

You Feng stood frozen to the side, her red wedding dress fluttering even without wind. She stared blankly at her trembling hands; her revenge was unavenged, and her new protector had fallen here.

Fear coiled around her like a venomous snake—if the Yin-Yang Dharma King won, a punishment far worse than her soul being scattered awaited her. An eerie atmosphere descended upon the entire Yin-Yang Dharma Realm.

Suddenly, the ground began to twitch.

The shattered bricks and stones rolled and reformed as if alive, the collapsed beams and pillars rose on their own, and even the areas purified by the Buddha's light were once again eroded by yin energy. The city was repairing itself at an astonishing speed, as if an invisible hand was turning back time.

The ground churned like boiling water, and a figure slowly rose from the chaos.

The true form of the Yin-Yang Dharma King finally appeared in the world—his black python robe moved without wind, the beaded curtain on his crown jingled, and his face, which resembled Wang Shunsheng's, was now filled with gloom.

The most terrifying thing was those eyes. The left eye was pure black like eternal night, and the right eye was as pale as snow blindness. Wherever the chaotic and unclear gaze fell, even the air began to distort.

"You have injured my true body and taken my treasures, so be it." The Dharma King's voice sounded like the whispers of millions of wronged souls, each word carrying a chilling echo.

He raised his hand and gently touched his chest—where some cracks still remained—"How dare they do such a despicable thing!"

"If I don't give you a proper punishment, people will think that my Yin-Yang realm is just a name without substance."

Xiao Qing suddenly looked up, her demonic eyes blazing with a bright white light. She crossed her twin swords, and azure demonic energy coiled around her like a raging dragon, causing the ground beneath her feet to crack inch by inch.

"What underworld overlord? You're nothing but a cowardly thief who launched a sneak attack!" Gan Jiang and Mo Xie roared, "I'll make you pay for Xu Xuan's life!!!"

While desperately trying to stop him, Qilicha said not to fight head-on, as only by preserving his life could he have a chance for revenge.

"Master Qing, this old fellow is treacherous and despicable. Let's go out and ask the Pure Land Sect to bring back the Purple Gold Bowl to suppress this bastard!"

Upon hearing this, the Yin-Yang Dharma King laughed heartily.

"You all think you can get out?!"

"This Yin-Yang boundary is about to disappear into the crevice, and even Ruoxu will not be able to find this small world."

Qi Li continued to hold Xiao Qing, who was on the verge of going berserk, with his forked claws, while the ghost fire suddenly shot up three feet higher, turning to scold the old man:
"What you left here is just an avatar; do you think it can stop us?"

"If they truly possessed the strength, they wouldn't have ambushed Hall Master Xu!!!"

The Dharma King was not angry upon hearing this, and continued to smile.

He gazed with rapt attention at the diverse expressions before him—the fading life force on Xu Xuan's mangled body, the overwhelming hatred in Xiao Qing's eyes, Qi Licha's outwardly strong but inwardly weak cursing, You Feng's trembling bewilderment… These vivid expressions were more intoxicating than the finest wine.

It was truly a once-in-a-millennium spectacle.

In a great mood, he didn't mind making the other person even more desperate.

"Why..." The Yin-Yang Dharma King's voice suddenly became ethereal and otherworldly, causing the bricks and stones of the entire city to resonate and tremble, "The one outside is the true form? Why can't the one inside be the true form?"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, freezing even the furious Xiaoqing in place, her eyes flashing with an uncertain, gleaming white light.

I want to say something, but I don't know what to say. Is that even possible?

“But in terms of strength… strength…” Xiaoqing forgot to question, and Qilicha continued.

The will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes flickered violently, and his claws pointed at the Dharma King, uttering incoherently, "But his aura is clearly not as strong as before..."

"Who says—" The Dharma King suddenly opened his arms, and black and white patterns lit up the buildings throughout the city at the same time, "that the strength of the main body must be greater than that of the clone?"

yes……

This simple truth was like a sudden enlightenment.

No one has ever stipulated that the main body must be stronger than the clone. It's just that ordinary cultivators simply cannot keep their main power in the clone. But the one in front of us is the overlord of the underworld for thousands of years and an ancient relic who has participated in countless sermons by Bodhisattvas.

Looking at the horrified expressions on everyone's faces, the Yin-Yang Dharma King felt a sense of exhilaration he had never experienced in thousands of years.

Its secrets have been hidden for far too many years and have never been revealed.

For some reason, after watching such a wonderful show today, I feel compelled to share my thoughts.

"This city has never been some kind of magic weapon..."

"I am the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm, and the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm is me."

"Rumble--"

The entire Yin-Yang Dharma Realm trembled violently, and the outline of the five-hundred-mile-long city twisted and changed between reality and illusion.

The city walls, with their blue bricks and black tiles, seemed to writhe like living creatures, the streets transformed into winding blood vessels, and the towering pavilions now appeared as menacing bone spurs—this was no secret paradise, but rather a colossal beast lurking in the crevices of Yin and Yang.

Literally speaking... the true form of the Yin-Yang Dharma King is actually a giant city spanning five hundred miles.

It's still a giant city trapped in the gap between Yin and Yang...

"So that's how it is..." Qi Licha was a clever fellow and instantly understood why the Yin Yang Dharma King would expose his secret and launch a sneak attack at this moment.

Because the Heavenly Demon King accidentally prepared to destroy this Yin-Yang Dharma Realm, which is no different from destroying the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

Having resolved its doubts, it entered standby mode, preparing to execute the next instruction.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King, who was indulging in his own way, never expected things to come to this.

When I saw the sacred mountain crash down, I was also deeply shocked.

It truly couldn't believe that the enemy was so vicious; after taking so much, they still had the audacity to destroy this auspicious place.

Moreover, it was completely unexpected and meaningless.

Left with no other choice, they had to reveal their true form and launch a sneak attack.

it's good now.

You know so much... you can die now.

(End of this chapter)