Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 817 Dongting Lake Seeks Help
At the summit of Mount Yu, two figures stood side by side.

Within a radius of three zhang, the wind stopped and the rain ceased, even the surging sea of ​​clouds calmed down.

Xu Xuan turned his head and looked at the woman in white beside him.

Every time I see her, a strange sense of security arises within me.

"Hey……"

He sighed inwardly. This young lady was not only beautiful, but also had a gentle temperament.

Not only is she gentle-tempered, but she also comes from a wealthy family; not only is she wealthy, but her abilities are also unfathomable…

The once mighty White Lotus Demon King, the head of Baoan Hall, now lives like a gigolo.

The deeper his cultivation, the less he could fathom her true nature... It seems he'll have to continue living off her.

This truly made even the Great Demon King feel melancholy.

Of course, now is not the time to think about "how to revitalize the iron will".

In just one day, hundreds of jade communication butterflies fluttered in and out of Xu Xuan's sleeves; more than a dozen palm-leaf messages arrived one after another, the handwriting so messy it was almost frantic; letters from all over the country piling up on the desk like snowflakes, the ink not yet dry before being soaked with blood...

The disaster situation in the east, south, and west has deteriorated to an irreversible point!
Looking down from the clouds, the waterways of Jingzhou, centered on Dongting Lake, are in turmoil.

Rivers flowed upside down, mountains trembled, as if the sky and earth were about to collapse at any moment.

Along the coast, small earthquakes struck one after another. Countless lurking demons took advantage of the situation to wreak havoc.

The Corpse King crawls out of the ancient tomb and devours refugees; water ghosts ride the waves ashore, dragging people to their deaths; even the mountain spirits and wild monsters that usually hide have begun to vie for blood and flesh...

Looking at the blood-red earth, Xu Xuan suddenly understood King Yu.

"No wonder he fought his way from east to west, from south to north back then..."

"The demons of this world—they must be killed!"

"Although this humble monk is compassionate..."

"But even the fiercest Vajra can subdue demons!"

He's even beaten up the golden statues of Arhats, why would he care about these little demons?

However, the real trouble is the world right before our eyes, which is on the verge of collapse.

On Dongting Lake, the sky appears to be split open.

Thick, inky clouds churned and swallowed up the remaining sunlight. Lightning flashed like a dragon tearing through the clouds, and the entire lake trembled as thunder roared.

It was no ordinary downpour, but a catastrophe like the Milky Way pouring down—the rain curtain was so dense it was almost solid, and every drop of water carried the fierce energy of ancient wilderness, stinging faintly when it hit the skin.

The wind came from an impossible direction, carrying the rusty, bloody smell of the Bronze Age, and the witchcraft sealed in the cracks of oracle bones.

The water curtain is rolling up the sky, even rising against the current upstream. The riverbed and channel, the west high and the east low, and the idea that water flows downhill are all things of the past.

Xu Xuan stood atop the mountain, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Gazing at the horrific scene before him that defied all common sense, he slowly clenched his fist.

This is neither scientific nor about cultivating immortality, but it's very ancient.

A wisp of wind swept in from afar, and in an instant, countless stench and putrid smells flooded into my nostrils.

Xu Xuan could sense the presence of countless calamities and evil spirits within it.

It was exactly the same feeling I had during the Battle of Guishan back then.

These ancient lingering regrets, which should have been buried in the long river of time, have made a comeback.

These malevolent spirits have long since gone mad, and they don't even spare their own descendants.

Not far away, a green turtle that had cultivated for a hundred years leaped out of the water, attempting to escape.

next second!
Suddenly, the void split open like a monstrous maw, its sharp teeth biting down hard on its carapace!

"Click——"

The sound of the tortoise shell shattering mingled with the wind and rain, crisp as if a bronze wine cup had been smashed.

In the center of the lake, a black hill-like ridge suddenly rose from the water's surface, and a gigantic, empty maw opened, swallowing the three catfish demons whole, before they could even scream.

Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!
The entire Dongting Lake has been turned into a hellish place.

Death was ever-present, and surprisingly, it wasn't the humans along the coast who were the first to suffer, but rather the aquatic demons themselves.

All signs point to one fact.

Dongting Lake... is dying.

It was no longer able to protect the creatures it had nurtured, and even its physical form began to crumble. The lake surface twisted and swelled, as if it were being devoured by some ancient being!
"Is this the prelude to the arrival of the ancient Yunmeng Marsh?"

Xu Xuan gazed at the earth-shattering scene before him and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"No wonder our ancestors worshipped the Lord of the Clouds... Who wouldn't be confused by this?"

He was rambling on and on, but his fingers were unconsciously stroking the jade pot; he was getting nervous.

Although they had experienced many grand events before, this time they mobilized tens of thousands of elite demons and dozens of well-known Buddhist monks, and also mobilized Confucianism to draw resources from the entire Kyushu.

But I always feel like I should expand the range of people I need to call in, and I don't know if the big guy can control the situation.

Bai Suzhen didn't respond to Xu Xuan's words—or rather, she couldn't keep up with this man's rambling at all.

She always thought that Xu Xuan's most interesting trait was that he could always come up with some strange and unusual theories.

For example, right now he's staring at the seemingly collapsing Dongting Lake while explaining "the taxonomy of nature worship" to her.

"Celestial worship, natural force worship, natural object worship... Yun Zhongjun's case should be considered a composite one..."

Is it time for class now?!
As she listened to this inexplicable knowledge, she made hand seals, and tiny sparks of starlight appeared at her fingertips.

The cool, clear light pierced through the thick rain curtain, shooting straight into the sky, paving the way for the supernatural power to be unleashed.

As a peerless demon who had cultivated for 1,700 years, Bai Suzhen knew very well that the key to this battle was not preventing Yunmengze from descending.

Because no one can stop them!
The remnants of ancient demon gods roared with resentment within the secret realm; the Yunmeng Marsh was as large as half a province, and its collapse would be a catastrophe; not to mention the primordial rules that returned with the secret realm...

Therefore, we must find Yun Zhongjun.

A cold glint flashed in Bai Suzhen's eyes.

Then—kill them quickly!

Before coming, she made a special trip to pay homage to the ancestral master. The one she was enshrining was the tablet of the Central Heavenly Brahma Mother Goddess.

The star lord who wields power over killing is most adept at: using calamity to overcome calamity, and using killing to stop killing!

This is a good opportunity to verify some of my own ideas.

Just then, a beam of azure light pierced through the towering waves and arrived in an instant.

Xu Xuan stopped nagging, and Bai Suzhen stopped what she was doing. The two of them turned their heads at the same time, revealing rare expressions of astonishment.

"Xiao Qing?"

They spoke in unison, their voices filled with disbelief.

Because in their eyes, Xiaoqing seemed to have become a pervert.

She was still pretty, but her eyes, which used to have a "silly" look, had turned into a dazzling golden yellow!
Deep within his pupils, golden-red light surged like lava, as if concealing a blazing sun falling into an abyss.

The interplay of intense heat and profound darkness creates a breathtaking majesty.

It seemed to be the authority that once ruled the four seas, the tyranny that once tore the heavens apart. Wherever the golden eyes looked, the air trembled, as if even the wind and rain had to give way.

Xu Xuan was shocked. "You've evolved again?"

These are colored contact lenses.

It's the standard look for protagonists from the old era, and it's a combination of retro gold and dragon power.

Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Did you take my script?

Who is Xiaoqing?

That was Xu Xuan's old comrade-in-arms who had been "colluding" for many years; the two of them could conjure up eight hundred schemes and plots with just a glance.

So she could tell at a glance that in the other person's eyes, besides shock, there was also a hint of...envy!
Xiao Qing immediately raised its head, its tail almost reaching the sky.

"I don't know what happened either~" She spread her hands innocently, but the wildly upturned curve of her lips betrayed her.

"After the water elemental energy went berserk, it suddenly became like this."

As she spoke, she pointed to the collapsing Dongting Lake: "As for the changes... it seems like it 'given' me."

Xiaoqing explained what happened in a few words.

She was originally directing the Taihu demons to consolidate the four waterways, while simultaneously digging flood discharge channels to divert the surging water into newly formed small lakes in the surrounding area.

It is important to understand that the reason why Dongting Lake can protect the Jianghan Plain and the three towns of Wuhan is because of its huge water diversion capacity.

Now that Yunmengze has recovered and its water flow is disordered, she simply relies on her organizational characteristics of "many followers and great strength" to forcibly maintain the pattern of "the lake is high and the river is low, and the lake water flows into the river".

Tens of thousands of demons on the land transformed into water conservancy workers.

(End of this chapter)