Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 820 This Journey is Uncertain

Besides, my sister built such a beautiful carriage, why are you all standing on the ground chattering away instead of getting on it?

Get on the bus, get on the bus.

Then several professional thugs from Baoantang swarmed forward and grabbed the best seats.

Xu Xuan looked around and saw that everyone was in high spirits and had great morale, which put him in a good mood—the army's morale was high!

With a wave of his hand, his black robes and crimson skirts fluttered in the starlight, and his voice boomed like a bell: "Let's go!"

The chariot moved at the sound of the command, purple mist rising into the sky, speeding towards the battlefield deep within the dark clouds.
Inhale rhythm~~~~~
Under the protective aura of purple mist, the imperial carriage resolutely cleaved through the raging wind and rain, with lightning and thunder following closely behind.

Outside the car window, the outside world had transformed into a frenzied inferno—dark clouds poured down like ink, torrential rain pelted down like steel needles, lightning flashed like golden snakes dancing wildly, and thunder roared like giant drums beating. Every explosion made people's hearts race, and the lake surface was filled with turbid waves, as if the entire Dongting Lake was boiling in sacrifice for this monster.

"You shall all retreat, or you shall be punished by Heaven." "Retreat immediately, and when I become the True God of Yunmeng, I may bestow upon you immortality..." "You..."

The figure of Yun Zhongjun magnified a thousand times in the dark clouds, attempting to deliver a final warning through words.

Xu Xuan: ...

After a long silence, I decided to say something.

"Cough cough, you old thief, you old...old...stupid...you."

A barrage of greetings beginning with the character "老" (old) provoked the other party into a frenzy, and the negotiations instantly broke down.

The outside world was no longer a scene of human existence: the gale-force winds were like knives, tearing through the air; the weak water was like poisonous miasma, seeping out from the void, distorting and deforming the space wherever it passed, and emitting an aura that corroded everything; the thunder and fire were like meteor showers, carrying the power of destruction, and crashing wildly against the purple-gold outer wall of the chariot, stirring up circles of dazzling ripples.

Qi Licha and the other ghost kings were so shocked by the thunder that they trembled slightly, but Xu Xuan calmed them down.

"Don't be angry, you'll be the first to deal with him later,"

Qilicha: ...Actually, I'm not angry at all, really.

But can this thin layer of starlight really block out the even more turbulent forces of nature ahead?

To be honest, Yun Zhongjun's attack methods are indeed very intimidating to laymen.

To an expert, it was... a complete mess. This guy didn't have such violent magical power in the Yunmeng Secret Realm last time. It seems there must have been a major change in the secret realm.

Xu Xuan remained calm on the surface, but when he looked at Bai Suzhen, she returned a look that said, "I'm here for you."

Okay, still a safe bet.

Do you really think Bai Suzhen is such a young girl who is obsessed with the shimmering light effects?
What a joke! Her mastery of celestial magic is unparalleled in the entire human realm.

The Big Dipper is called the Seven Stars, the princes of heaven, and also the emperor's chariot—it is the supreme authority! The monarch rides the Big Dipper to tour the heavens, determine the four seasons, divide the cold and heat, and hold the pivot of the universe's operation.

Wherever the chariot passed, the raging power of heaven and earth seemed to have struck a stabilizing pillar—

The gale was as if it were being manipulated by an invisible giant hand, turning from a hurricane that tore through the void into a controllable howling gale;
When the poisonous miasma in the Weak Water touched the starlight, it melted and dissipated like snow being poured over boiling water.
The thunder that once lashed the sky was now utterly weakened, striking the walls of the purple-gold chariot and only scattering a few gentle sparks, as if paying homage to the imperial carriage.

As for the spacetime location that Yun Zhongjun painstakingly disrupted?

The Big Dipper hangs high, dividing Yin and Yang, establishing the four seasons, balancing the five elements, shifting the seasons, and determining all the cycles—the order of the entire universe depends on where the handle of the Big Dipper points!
As the chariot moved forward, the chaotic void automatically paved a straight path of starlight, making the target as clear as the lines on the palm of your hand.

Therefore, all the grand spectacle orchestrated by Yun Zhongjun was completely destroyed by Bai Niangniang's Seven-Star Imperial Chariot.

The chariot rolled over the last swirling cloud of demonic energy, and the outline of the entrance to the secret realm ahead became clearly visible in the starlight.

Bai Suzhen sat serenely like an ancient star, not even the hem of her robes trembling. True power never needs to make a fuss.

What is a battle of magic? This is a battle of magic.

The imperial chariot hovered steadily outside the entrance to the Yunmeng Secret Realm, like a fallen star nailed to the earth.

This place has been completely locked down by the power of the Big Dipper—the dazzling starlight, like a tangible shackle, wraps around the twisted entrance to the secret realm, forming a strange vacuum zone.

However, deep within that black hole-like vortex, the Weak Water roared and spewed like a venomous dragon bursting its banks, the Gale Wind condensed into serrated blades that slashed wildly, and the Thunderfire, like a trapped beast, charged left and right in the starlight cage, exploding into blinding spots of light.

Each burst of energy was accompanied by a furious aura emanating from behind the door, a aura that seemed to tear the void apart.

"I told you not to rush, rushing won't help."

They probably saw Bai Suzhen; who wouldn't panic if they were just a background character?

If Xu Xuan knew that his enemy was Lady Bai, his first reaction would be to use his love to kill her, use the demonic power of the heavens, or some other psychological warfare.

Instead of using flashy and impractical things like wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning: ?
Upon arriving here, Xu Xuan was about to send some people off the carriage.

He said to a bald man, "This is the key point of the formation; I would be grateful if you could suppress it, Master."

Although Guangliang possessed the cultivation of the Three Realms of Zen and had considerable combat strength, he was ultimately not a core member of the Baoan Hall. Some of his methods were not suitable to be used in front of outsiders.

Besides, having such a master guarding the gate is just right; it's always good to avoid the cliché of winning a battle only to be banished to the void.

The senior monk clasped his hands in prayer, bowed deeply, and slammed his staff heavily on the ground: "Abbot, rest assured, even if this old monk were to relinquish this golden body—"

With him there, even if the demon king behind the gate were to self-destruct, he wouldn't be able to shatter the void passage.

Xu Xuan then turned to the group of independent cultivators.

Dozens of cultivators stood in formation, each holding a star banner. The seven stars on the banners corresponded to the Big Dipper on the roof of the chariot. "Gentlemen, hold your banners and guard your positions," he said, flicking a wisp of purple energy from his fingertip. The star banners instantly shone like the Milky Way. "If you see the starlight in the formation turn red—" his voice suddenly turned cold, "discard your banners and flee immediately!"

Place the Star Banner at the entrance to set up a positioning array for double insurance.

It's not that Xu Xuan thinks too much; it's mainly because he's a steady and cautious cultivator.

If you want to think about the benefits, you must consider the harms; if you want to think about the success, you must consider the failures.

Everyone says so, including Zhuge Liang and Sun Tzu, and Xu Xuan isn't someone who insists on having a particular personality.

Cross-regional operations require more caution. As for Monk Qingyou, it's alright. Although he's still a big bomb, the relationship between the two sides has become much closer, and they're both protecting humanity, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

In particular, he plays an indispensable role in Xu Xuan's tactics.

If there are remnants of an ancient demon god lurking behind the door, throw Qingyou out and fight poison with poison.

Let's see if a third of an Arhat is more powerful, or if the remnant soul of an ancient demon is more ferocious.

Of course, some people also wanted to get off the bus on their own initiative.

Gui Da tried to blend into the crowd and get off the bus, but was pulled back.

"Master, the demon soldiers left around Dongting Lake need someone to command them."

Xu Xuan said that this kind of thing could be done by Yu Bai, and that he should just obediently take the lead.

Once the final arrangements were complete, the carriage plunged headlong into the black hole without hesitation.

The sky darkened, and fierce winds tore at the protective aura. An ancient, primal aura, mingled with the stench of blood and demonic energy, filled the air like thick asphalt, plastering the mouth and nose. Just as the purple-gold chariot broke through the last spatial fold—

"Roar--!!!"

The deafening roar nearly blew the roof off the car! Everyone's pupils constricted.

What kind of secret realm is this? It's clearly a furnace of flesh and blood!
Yunmengze is still the same Yunmengze, only this time Yunzhongjun has ascended to the throne of heaven.

Below are the chaotic and disordered remnants of demonic souls.

What a perilous and deadly trap! And on the Yunmeng Marsh—

A chilling wind howled, turbid waves surged, dark clouds pressed down as if the sky were collapsing, and torrential rain shot down like arrows from a dragon. Demonic energy surged from the lake, transforming into a thousand writhing black pythons that obscured the sun, moon, and stars. This once spiritual land had been transformed into a realm of utter desolation!
Suddenly, the clouds in the sky parted, purple lightning flashed across the sky, and a gilded dragon throne appeared, with the Lord of the Clouds sitting there.

He wore a Xuanming crown and a star-patterned robe, his face was like cold jade and his eyes held a frosty edge.

On the left and right stood dozens of water gods and calamities, some with blue faces and fangs, others with snake heads and human bodies, all wielding knives and swords, exuding a chilling murderous aura.

Looking again at the swamp, countless remnant souls of demons formed an array:

On the east bank stood a nine-headed alligator dragon, its breath creating a poisonous mist that rotted the reeds for miles around into pus.

On the west side, the old demonic tortoise crouches, its shell covered with blood curses. With each glimmer of light, a wronged soul breaks out of the ground.

In the north and south, the Red-Bearded Dragon General and the Silver-Scaled Python General led the remnants of the aquatic creatures, surrounding the Yunmeng Marsh like an iron barrel.

It is truly a case of: "The net of heaven covers my head, making it impossible to fly over; the net of earth binds me, making it impossible to escape."
Xu Xuan was scheming against the other party, and the other party was also scheming against Xu Xuan.

The balance of power between the host and the guest is now clear.

Inside the imperial carriage, the air was so still it was almost suffocating.

The giant tortoise's head completely retracted into its shell, leaving only the edge of the shell trembling slightly; Yan Chixia's knuckles turned white as he pressed his sword; Monk Qingyou's fingertips moved with the speed of a phantom as he twirled prayer beads...

Despite their extensive preparations, the members of Baoan Hall were suddenly caught in this deadly situation, their minds as turbulent as a small boat adrift in a raging storm.

Only eccentric characters like the Three Wonders and killers like Li Xianfeng showed no fear.

At this moment, countless gazes, carrying a hint of barely perceptible unease, were cast toward the figure at the front of the carriage.

Xu Xuan was facing away from everyone, his crimson shirt robe blazing like fire in the dim, eerie light!

The ancient bronze tripod hanging at his waist hummed and vibrated, as if the sound of rushing rivers could be faintly heard.

"Quite a spectacle." He suddenly spoke, his voice not loud but strangely penetrating the howls of thousands of demons outside the car, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Behind the mask, however, a wildly curved smile appeared on his lips.

Without such a dangerous stage, how could I do justice to the precious treasure I had borrowed with such difficulty?

How could I possibly live up to my passionate heart and the beautiful poems I had prepared long ago?

Behind the bronze mask, eyes that were gradually turning red emanated an aura that chilled all demons to the bone.

It's not just you who can dream of going back to ancient times; the human race can too.

The wind and rain hadn't stopped; in fact, they'd intensified. This time, they weren't here to settle the waters, but to slay a demon!

Yun Zhongjun was somewhat uneasy, the demons were somewhat apprehensive, and even Bai Suzhen paid special attention to Xu Xuan's state, as well as... the small cauldron that had appeared at his waist at some unknown time.

Yu Bu, rise. The black jade tablets collide, a soft sound entering the soul.

The raging sea overturned the sky, the fierce winds raged, and the clouds collapsed and the moon split open.

Looking up, one sees countless enemies lurking all around, their wickedness and arrogance overwhelming.

Even if a thousand pounds of iron could crush his iron bones, it would be impossible to erase even an inch of the blood used to slay dragons.

A sword roars across the sky, its cry chilling the heavens, as stars sway in the wind!

Why fear the calamity of life and death?
The liver and gallbladder are ruptured, yet the disease is not yet extinguished!
It throws the universe into the air, where thunder and fire scorch it.

I refuse to believe that the heavens will forever obscure the sun; let us burn our blood to ignite a new palace.

I'll start afresh, shattering this land and beginning anew!
The echoes of the old era resonate within Xu Xuan. He is the White Lotus Holy Father, capable of bearing the wishes of billions of living beings; the extraterrestrial demon who leads the new era; and the one who incurs divine punishment and burns the world.

Sound, light, and burning power emanated from the heart, from the comrades behind him, and from the ancient ancestors buried in Yunmeng.

Countless voices and figures overlapped.

"war!"

(End of this chapter)