Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 823 Xu Xuan's Painting

Xu Xuan had to admit one thing—he had no idea how strong he was right now.

Strength always precedes realm; this has almost become the norm in cultivation.

As a professional "experience card" user, he is already very skilled at cheating, and each time he has a different experience.

The purest and most extreme form of this is the Great Vow Dharma of Guo Beizhong.

The most profound and ultimate example is the power of Ksitigarbha's vows in the Battle of Black Mountain.

The most magnificent of all is the great aspiration of humanity in the New Year's greetings.

This time, it's an unprecedented combination of buffs!

The human torch in the bronze Nuo mask, the power of the Yangtze River water lord hidden in the black robe and red skirt, the seven treasures of the Pure Land inlaid on the brocade kasaya, and the ancient sacrificial power in the sacrificial vessel at the waist that has not yet been fully activated.

Various forces surged and intertwined within his body, and Xu Xuan's entire appearance was almost like a Hong Kong comic book character—muscles bulging, veins popping, his body wrapped in tangible energy lightning, even the tips of his hair were floating with golden light, he was incredibly arrogant!
I need to rely on the enemy as a unit of measurement.

I hope you won't let me down.

Lord of the Clouds!
"boom--!!!"

The fist struck like a dragon, and four-colored divine light burst forth from the fist's tip, tearing the sky apart in an instant!

The indestructible power of Buddhism, the unparalleled wisdom of the demonic path, the karmic fire of the red lotus that burns away cause and effect, and the pure light of the white lotus that confuses the mind—four completely opposite forces are perfectly integrated into this punch.

Xuya fights!
It's a real fight!
A fist that can subdue the entire world!

This strike has reached the level of a fourth-realm divine power—absolute force! Dominance! Strength!
The thick clouds and mist of Yunmeng Marsh, stretching nine hundred miles, were pierced through as if made of paper. The fist force moved freely between the boundaries of reality and illusion, breaking through layers of constraints.

Above the clouds, the Cloud Lord originally sat on his throne, his face full of mockery.

He had intended to casually resolve the dying struggle of this "weak human race" with the ease of an emperor—

But as the beam of light drew closer, His spiritual senses suddenly issued a frantic warning!
Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger!
All instincts are screaming: the human race below, who should be as insignificant as ants—

He's incredibly strong right now, like a monster!

Yun Zhongjun suppressed his fear and remained seated on the throne.

He also has his pride.

Reach out your palm and cover the sky.

Within this secret realm, one can freely wield the laws of the Great Dao, comparable to the master of a small world.

If one is so easily alarmed even with such an advantage, what is the point of seizing Yunmeng? And how can one claim to be invincible?
As his sleeves billowed, thirty-six blood-red stars suddenly appeared on the dome, a manifestation of the Heavenly Divine Law!
Thirty-six represents infinity, and the Heavenly Gang Method signifies great supernatural powers.

The Five Thunders, though named as such, are actually the Five Qi.

It can: drive away thunder and lightning, pray for rain and clear skies, exorcise evil spirits and demons, ward off locust plagues and plagues, and guide wandering souls to salvation.

There is no such book of great supernatural powers in the world; it is just that the immortals have combined the thirty-six strongest categories in the world into one and called it that.

Yun Zhongjun's control over the Five Thunders is an evolution of his authority over celestial phenomena. With the blessing of Yunmeng, it further restores some of the majesty of an ancient great being.

"Crack-!"

Purple lightning flashed like dragons and snakes, and three hundred phantom images of thunder generals floated in the blue and white lightning; jet-black lightning pillars wrapped around the cracks in the oracle bones, distorting space and time wherever they passed; ten thousand feet of thunderclouds rose from the top of the head, and lightning like fine rain fell, each drop containing the terrifying power to annihilate the soul!
"boom--!!!"

A towering curtain of water shot into the sky, each drop reflecting the wrathful expressions of the Thunder Gods. As the mist dissipated, the entire Yunmeng Marsh had transformed into a vast Thunder Pool, its surface shimmering with golden inscriptions formed from ancient thunder patterns.

This is both a supernatural power and magic that has been comprehended over thousands of years.

If you wish to challenge the God of the Clouds, you must first cross the line.

That's incredible power, that's domineering, that's fucking arrogant!!!
So Xu Xuan continued to punch relentlessly.

The illusion of time is like a great dream reflected into reality, striking the hundred-mile-long Thunder Pool and causing Zhuangzi's butterfly shadow to ripple;
It was as if Mount Buzhou had collapsed and crashed down, causing the bottom of Yunmeng Marsh to crack open into the Netherworld.

The moment the two collided—

The Yunmeng Marsh, stretching for an unknown distance, instantly vaporized, revealing a dried-up lakebed: the left half was inlaid with Vajra Sutra texts, and the right half was branded with Thunder Talisman characters;
The aftershocks soared into the heavens, causing the plaque of the Southern Heavenly Gate to fall to the mortal realm; they swept into the netherworld, startling the Ten Kings of Hell to rise from their slumber! Continuing onward!

Xu Xuan laughed loudly and charged forward fiercely into the Thunder Pool.

Cross the river, cross the river!
Even Mahakasyapa's boundless Buddha-sea couldn't stop him back then, so what is this mere Thunder Pool?
He is Xu Xuan—the most insane demon in the world, the most mad Buddha in the calamity!
"God of the Clouds?" The fist tore through the last curtain of lightning. "Take this punch from this demon of the mortal realm!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Light and shadow effects enveloped half the sky, and shockwaves exploded 36,000 times in an instant!
Finally, the three colors faded away, and the lightning returned to nothingness.

Yun Zhongjun remained seated on his throne, while Xu Xuan maintained his punching stance.

It seemed like a draw, but everyone was astonished!
"He actually caught it?" Li Yingqi's sword trembled slightly.

"As expected of the ultimate one," Sanqi gasped.

Even Xiaoqing was muttering strange things like the three-year period was up, and that the situation was still dire.

Only Bai Suzhen suddenly frowned. Of the four colors, only one remained. So what attribute of power does white represent?
Xu Xuan didn't care about the big shot's divergent thinking. Instead, he smiled confidently and said, "You guys don't understand the principle of letting the bullets fly a little longer."

As we all know, never fight a prepared Father.

No one can defeat Xu Bailian in the rematch.

In order to pacify Dongting Lake, no one knows how many battles this guy rehearsed in the academy, let alone what highly targeted moves he designed to win.

Now is the time to prove it!

A faint, almost transparent wisp of white fist wind appeared and disappeared in the void.

"boom--"

After a barely audible collision, a crisp "crack" sound came from the Throne of Heaven.

The force of the punch was very light, like a gentle breeze on the face.

The force of the punch was very heavy, as heavy as Mount Tai pressing down.

Yun Zhongjun's head snapped back, and the light in his eyes suddenly faded.

In that instant when time was stretched infinitely—this so-called invincible demon king was punched into a mental abyss!

Illusions are created by people; this saying is succinctly understood by those who follow the Way.

When a person has lustful thoughts, he will be born into a state of debauchery; when a person has debauched thoughts, he will be born into a state of fear.

The Bodhisattva enlightens the ignorant, and a thousand illusions arise. All are driven by the human mind.

The Buddhist truths that the old monk who painted the mural had comprehended over hundreds of years were now casually gleaned by Xu Xuan.

“A new family member has arrived in our hometown.” He tapped his finger, and the scenery around Yun Zhongjun changed abruptly.

There was no fine wine or delicacies to entertain us, only a cruel illusion disturbing our minds!
"boom!"

The boundary between nothingness and reality was broken, and the scenery of Yunmengze began to distort and overlap.

Yun Zhongjun found himself standing on the shore of Dongting Lake once again!

Eight hundred miles of clear blue waters rippled, dragon boats raced, and incense burned brightly.
It was clearly hundreds of years ago, in an era when humans were still devoutly worshipping the "Lord of the Clouds".

The mural was an experiment before the creation of the vacuum hometown. Xu Xuan found the most suitable boundary between the two to secure some benefits for this family.

Suddenly, the lake water surged violently, and the pitch-black waves swallowed up the 800-mile-long Dongting Lake at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The waters are starting to rage!
His destiny was personally dismantled by Yun Zhongjun, forcibly devoured by the ancient Yunmeng, and his fate disrupted by the reversal of the natural order.
How could I not hate?! How could I not resent?! How could I accept this?!

"boom--!!!"

The raging winds and torrential rains transformed into lashes of revenge, the waves twisted into countless tentacles, and resentment condensed into chilling claws that entangled Yun Zhongjun's body from all directions, dragging him step by step into the abyss!

(End of this chapter)