Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 776 Good luck all the way

It's unclear who shouted first, but the entire headquarters instantly erupted in cheers. Thousands of believers knelt down in unison, and more than ten thousand followers outside the headquarters also bowed in worship towards it.

The cult leader stood before the altar, his expression shifting between anger and fear.

Come again?

Is it true or false?
Why doesn't Our Lady descend directly?
Who exactly are Da Ci and Da Bao...?

He had long lost his former piety, yet now he had no choice but to lead everyone in performing the three kneelings and nine kowtows ceremony.

That's how religion works—even if you don't believe in your heart, you must outwardly maintain absolute reverence for the founder.

"May the Holy Mother bless us!"

As the blessings began, something strange happened.

Suddenly, a powerful suction force was generated on the lotus platform on the altar, and a wisp of pure faith power floated out from the top of each person's head, starting from the ordinary believers.

Those at the altar master level had a portion of their magical power directly drained, while the sect leader and several Dharma Kings...

"Ugh!"

The cult leader suddenly groaned, feeling as if a colossal city stretching for hundreds of miles had crashed down on his soul.

They were horrified to discover that the magical power they had painstakingly cultivated was being frantically drained away.

What's even more terrifying is that this extraction is carried out with an irresistible will.

The cult leader was well aware that this was the drawback of practicing the White Lotus Method, and also the drawback of the true spirit being recorded into the altar.

Their fate had already fallen into that person's hands; life and death were entirely at his discretion.

Only those who have cultivated to their level understand the price they paid when they were weak, which is also why the faith of those at higher levels is no longer pure.

Holy Mother, Holy Mother, how are you still alive...?

Above the main altar, a gigantic white lotus phantom slowly rotated. All the extracted willpower and magical power were continuously transported through this channel to some unknown place.

"Master..." a deathly pale-faced Dharma King transmitted his voice, "We..."

What he wanted to say was extremely treasonous, and it was something that had been buried in his heart for hundreds of years.

The cult leader gritted his teeth and maintained his kneeling posture, squeezing out a reply through clenched teeth: "Shut up...keep chanting..."

Until the location of the Virgin Mary is determined, they can only be the most devout believers.

On the battlefield between Yin and Yang, Xu Xuan felt the sudden surge of incense offerings and prayers, and couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"Look, this is what it means to have many helpers when you are virtuous!"

The light covered the city like the ebb and flow of the tide, constantly washing over the lonely city.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King has started swearing in dialect, hurling insults at everyone.

They cursed Xu Xuan, Ruoxu, Bai Niangniang, and even Zhang Hua, whose role in the story was minimal, was dragged out and severely criticized.

Of course, the Pure Land School is the one that gets the most criticism.

What kind of thief cries "stop thief!"? What kind of filth and corruption is this? What kind of hypocrite is this, two-faced and deceitful?

It's clear that the people he possessed before were all scholars; he had a string of clever phrases and a bit of culture.

Xu Xuan couldn't refute it.

Because this guy only recounted what he had done...

The only option is to increase the intensity.

Nine hours later—

Within the Vacuum Homeland, the cleansing power of the White Lotus had been flowing for a full nine hours.

The pure light, like an inverted Milky Way, cleansed the demonic soul of the Yin-Yang Dharma King again and again, attempting to completely transform this former overlord of the underworld into a part of the Pure Land of White Lotus. Wherever the light passed, even the most stubborn demonic energy was gradually purified, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating.

however--

"I'm done……"

The Dharma King's shattered demonic soul suddenly ceased its struggles and emitted a low, guttural laugh. The laugh began softly, then grew increasingly frenzied, finally transforming into a deafening roar—

"White Lotus! You think you can convert me like this?!"

His soul suddenly swelled, and the demonic energy that had been purified surged again. Dark cracks spread across his soul like a spider web, and blinding black light shot out from the cracks!

"Better to perish than be a broken piece of jade—"

"I will not surrender even at the cost of my life!!!"

boom--! ! !
The earth-shattering explosion shook the entire Vacuum Homeland, and the violent energy swept in all directions like a tsunami. The power of the self-destruction even tore a hideous crack in the pure white light, and even the laws of the White Lotus Pure Land trembled!
When the light finally faded and the dust settled—

Only a mottled city brick remains in the original location.

The brick surface is rough, covered with the marks of time, and a few wisps of life and death still remain on the edges, floating slightly, as if telling the story of the owner's last stubbornness.

Xu Xuan's figure slowly appeared, looking down at the brick, remaining silent for a long time.

"Why bother..." he sighed softly, then coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his robe red.

Of course, the first thing to do was not to heal his injuries or collect spoils. His hands quickly formed hand seals and immediately closed the passage to his vacuum homeland.

This is a big deal...

He knew he couldn't use that trick anymore.

I bet the people over there are absolutely furious.

"When the White Lotus Holy Mother created this technique, she didn't leave any way out for future generations... Of course, these subordinates are probably no pushovers either."

That's it, that's it.

Being able to use it two or three times is already a bargain. Xu Xuan bent down and picked up the mottled city brick. The moment his fingertips touched the brick surface, a strange sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

The bricks were cold and heavy, and their rough texture seemed to retain some kind of indescribable aura.

“Strange…” He stroked the brick surface, his brow furrowing slightly. “Why does this feeling seem so familiar?”

The self-destruction came too suddenly. According to Xu Xuan's original plan, given the Yin-Yang Dharma King's personality, he should have put up a stubborn resistance for at least three days and three nights.

But this former overlord of the underworld chose the most decisive way to end everything at the last moment.

"They won't even give us time to have a heart-to-heart talk..." Xu Xuan shook his head and sighed softly, tapping the brick surface lightly with his fingertips, as if asking a question that would never be answered.

No one knows what kind of mental journey the Dalai Lama went through before his self-destruction.

Was it despair? Was it anger? Or was it a sudden epiphany?
All of these were forever annihilated in the space between life and death with that earth-shattering self-destruction.

“However…” Xu Xuan weighed the brick in his hand, then suddenly smiled with relief, “For you, this may be the best ending.”

After all, having experienced Ruoxu's pursuit, Bai Suzhen's Big Dipper Formation, and the salvation of the Void Homeland, complete liberation was perhaps a form of compassion for this former overlord of the underworld.

He carefully put the city bricks into his arms and began to meticulously clean up the battlefield.

Although they live in the hidden space between the living and the dead, certain fine traditions cannot be abandoned—the body must be destroyed to cover up the evidence, and scriptures must be recited for the deceased; these are basic procedures.

I sat cross-legged, put my hands together, and recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra earnestly.

The clear chanting echoed in the void, and the golden light of the scriptures transformed into lotus flowers, which slowly bloomed in the place where fierce battles had once taken place.

After finishing his chanting, he rose, dusted off his robe, and solemnly bowed to the void.
"farewell."

These words were spoken softly, yet they carried a rare sincerity.

After all, there haven't been many opponents in recent years who have received such a solemn send-off from Xu Xuan.

Then, drawn by the force of gravity, I plummeted downwards and saw the familiar Gates of Hell.

Huh? !

Xu Xuan let out a surprised and doubtful sound, as if he had figured something out.

And the Gates of Hell...

I'm in a bad mood.

Therefore, the login request was rejected.

Without a soul as a pass, Xu Xuan was sent back to the mortal realm by the laws of the underworld.

Xu Xuan: ...My own people?

In a dark corner of Jambudvipa, the monk Ruoxu sat cross-legged on a blue stone, twirling a wisp of dissipating black energy between his fingers.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression.

That wisp of black energy was the last remaining aura of the Yin-Yang Dharma King's clone, flickering uncertainly like a candle in the wind.

Just now, this wisp of aura suddenly trembled violently, then faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually turning into specks of fluorescent light and merging into the Netherworld.

He loosened his fingers, letting the last bit of black energy seep out from between them.

He looked up into the void, as if he could penetrate the boundary between yin and yang and see the great battle taking place in the gap.

"Looks like my junior brother succeeded." He muttered to himself, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

Who could have imagined that the little monk who was worrying about his three feet of pure land on the back mountain of Nanshan three years ago would now be able to suppress an existence like the Yin-Yang Dharma King on his own?

People only know that the Pure Land School has produced a genius disciple, but they don't know what kind of audacity lies behind this "genius".

From plotting against the Black Mountain Demon to scheming against the Yin-Yang Dharma King, from causing havoc in the Underworld to converting the City of the Wrongfully Dead, any one of the things Xu Xuan did in the past three years would be enough for an ordinary cultivator to boast about for a lifetime.

"Amitabha." Ruoxu put his hands together and bowed to the void, both to pray for the Dharma King's salvation and to congratulate his junior brother.

Next, I'll return to the Avici Hell to temper my mind before returning to the human world.

The next hurdle for my junior brother is very difficult.

But things were much worse in Taiyuan.

"puff--"

"Cough cough cough..."

"Wow……"

From the cult leader to the ordinary followers, everyone coughed up a mouthful of blood, their faces ashen white.

The illusory white lotus floating in mid-air slowly dissipated, turning into specks of fluorescent light that drifted away.

The miracle has ended.

The cult leader wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes shifting between light and shadow.

He slowly rose and his gaze swept over the several Dharma Kings and altar masters who were slumped on the ground, finally settling on the two Dharma Protectors who were still intact.

"You two..." he said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go to Jiangnan together."

The two protectors exchanged a glance and knelt on one knee: "We will obey the decree of the Master."

The cult leader took a deep breath and added, "Be careful."

This statement is quite meaningful. After all, of the two protectors who went to Jiangnan, one is still missing, and the other…

He himself looked north, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"The capital..." he murmured softly, "There are some things we should talk about."

(End of this chapter)