Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 779 The Dharma King is not dead

The underworld has recently been in an uproar again, with all sorts of ghost kings and powerful figures discussing it.

The events that occurred in Jambudvipa were truly outrageous—first, golden light shot into the sky, then black and white light tore through the heavens, and finally, a colossal city spanning five hundred miles stretched across Yin and Yang, leaving behind only ruins.

The teahouses and taverns in the ghost market were crowded with wandering spirits seeking information, and even the vengeful ghosts on the banks of the Sanzu River perked up their ears.

"Have you heard? The Yin-Yang Dharma King's lair has been destroyed!" A blue-faced ghost messenger slammed his fist on the table, splashing three inches of Yin tea. "Five hundred miles of Dharma Realm, just like that, gone!"

In a corner, several wandering spirits were gathered around the blabbermouth, trying to find out the inside story.

The old ghost lowered his voice mysteriously: "The wedding procession sent by Lord Black Mountain was completely wiped out, and even the bride ran away with her enemy..."

Although Xu Xuan's hunting operation was cautious enough, the collapse of the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm was too commotion to be concealed. Moreover, there were quite a few ghost soldiers, underworld officials, and wandering spirits present at the time, and the news quickly spread to all the major forces in the underworld.

After going through layers of extraction, the various forces came to a general understanding of the situation.

Black Mountain attempted to form an alliance with the Yin-Yang Dharma King, and although the method was a marriage alliance, considering that the Black Mountain Demon himself liked to take marriages, this matter has some credibility.

Ruoxu, who had disappeared into the eighteenth level of hell, rushed out and, for some unknown reason, ended up fighting with the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

Moreover, both sides fought with real intensity, and both disappeared from that spot at the same time.

The Great Anathapindika flew out of the dojo and stood on the ruins of the battle. His scarlet demonic eyes scanned the remaining traces of the battlefield, and his face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

Fragments of the realm of life and death still drift in the void, the black and white energies intertwined endlessly, as if still telling the story of the brutality of that battle.

What alarmed it even more was that the aura of the Pure Land Buddhist sect was so dense that it was almost tangible, and that vast and pure Buddhist power was something that ordinary cultivators could not wield.

“This is not an act,” the Great Anata King whispered, his voice as cold and hard as iron. “The Yin-Yang Dharma King… has truly been defeated.”

Upon hearing this, all the ghost kings around trembled.

"Defeated? How is that possible?" King Daqi Licha couldn't help but exclaim. "The Yin-Yang Dharma King is a being who can travel between the Yin and Yang realms. Even if he can't defeat him, surely he can escape?"

The Great Anathapindika King snorted coldly, raised his hand and waved, summoning the spirit ghost.

As expected, the spirits and ghosts created some scenes amidst the ruins.

For example, the golden Arhat form of the monk Ruoxu suppressed heaven and earth, and his fist imprint was like the sky collapsing, forcibly tearing a crack in the Yin-Yang Dharma King's domain of life and death.
For example, there was another figure... but there are no more examples.

This ghost followed the same fate as the previous two, and was directly incinerated into wisps of smoke.

The reason why another spirit appeared in Iron Mountain was because this incident happened in Jambudvipa, right next to the emperor's bed, resulting in another loss of life.

It should be understood that the birth of each spirit is a very coincidental miracle, and it is a very valuable strategic resource.

The successive deaths are truly speechless.

But even a few snippets are enough to draw conclusions.

"Did you see that?" the Great Anathapindika King said in a deep voice. "The Yin-Yang Dharma King is indeed very strong, especially his 'Reversal of Life and Death' domain. Ordinary ghost kings can hardly even get close to it, let alone break it."

It paused, a hint of apprehension flashing in its eyes.

"But if it's empty... it's even stronger."

The ghost kings remained silent.

The Great Anathapindika was a renowned and powerful figure in the underworld. He had secretly coveted the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm and even attempted to infiltrate the Dharma King's power, but ultimately failed.

Its understanding of the Yin-Yang Dharma King far surpasses that of all the ghost kings present.

“The Yin-Yang Dharma King is cautious by nature,” the Great Anathapindika continued to analyze. “He must have acted out of anger at first, but he quickly realized that the situation was not right and chose to retreat.”

"But... is it possible to escape?" a ghost king asked hesitantly.

“Of course he can escape.” The Great Anata King said decisively, “The most terrifying thing about the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm is not its combat power, but its ‘invincibility’.” “He can travel freely between the Yin and Yang realms and between Yin and Yang. Even if his speed is not as fast as Ruoxu’s, no one can stop him if he wants to escape.”

“So—” the Great Anathapindika looked around at the ghosts, his tone certain, “the Yin-Yang Dharma King is not dead, he has just temporarily gone into hiding.”

Upon hearing this, the ghost kings breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Who said that? It must be the big boss of Baodushan, there's no mistake.

Thus, although the Yin-Yang Dharma King died, he is still alive, and may even continue to live on.

Then the ghosts began to worry about Ruoxu.

Leaving such a victorious Buddhist warrior, who appears only occasionally, in the underworld is truly like a thorn in one's side, a thorn in one's back.

Moreover, there are two streams of Buddhist power...

"Could it be that monks are causing trouble in the underworld again?"

"Damn it! Is Buddhism about to make a comeback?"

"Do they still dream of ruling a province and interfering in the cycle of reincarnation, just like in ancient times?!"

Fear, anger, apprehension... all sorts of emotions spread among the ghost kings. The Buddhist awe of the underworld was already ingrained in their very being.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once resided in the underworld, guiding countless evil spirits to salvation; later, as Buddhism declined and the ghosts and gods of the underworld disappeared, the power of various ghost kings gradually came into control.

But now, if Xu suddenly appears out of nowhere, he will break through the eighteen levels of hell, and even the Yin-Yang Dharma King will be forced to flee without a trace...

If Buddhism were to truly return to the underworld, how would these ghost kings conduct themselves?
Just as the ghost kings were filled with worry—

Boom——! ! !
The entire underworld trembled violently, as if it had been struck by some enormous object.

In the direction of the Sixth Great Prison, the earth shook violently, countless jagged ravines split open in the Netherworld, and Yin energy surged up like a tsunami!

"What's going on?!" the Great Anathapindika shouted sternly.

A ghost general flew in hastily, knelt on the ground, and reported in a trembling voice: "My lord! Black... Black Mountain... the Black Mountain Demon is approaching the Sixth Great Hell! Just now, there was a fluctuation of its landing in the Deep Sea Lesser Hell!"

"What?!" The ghost kings were horrified.

The matter of the Yin-Yang Dharma King was quickly forgotten.

At this moment, all eyes in the underworld were focused on the direction of the Sixth Hell.

Dark clouds over Black Mountain spread across the netherworld sky like ink, an ominous aura surging like a tide, even the ghost soldiers of Back Yin Mountain began to stir restlessly.

"Black Mountain...are they really coming back?"

"It charged into the underworld with resentment; is it about to start a war?"

Fear and suspicion spread like a plague.

And all of this was exactly the effect Xu Xuan wanted.

The Black Mountain threat theory had already been silently planted in the hearts of the ghosts in the underworld.

"The Black Mountain Demon has been lying low for a year, and his return must be for the power of the underworld!"

"If it were to regain control of the underworld using the power inherited from the Netherworld Lord, would we Ghost Kings still have a chance to survive?"

These remarks, fueled by certain "enthusiastic" individuals, spread like wildfire throughout the underworld—

From the Ten Kings Palace to Beiyin Mountain, from the Southern Jambudvipa to the Nine Mountains and Eight Seas, even the wandering souls on the banks of the Sanzu River are whispering among themselves.

(End of this chapter)