Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 824 Our Fate is Both Tribulation and Destiny

What's most terrifying is that the power of these bonds stems from karmic retribution. If the person being punished harbors even the slightest remorse, the shackles will become a thousand times more terrifying!
"The Illusion of Inner Demons?"

"Is he trying to enlighten me?"

Amidst the raging waves, Yun Zhongjun remained unmoved, even finding it somewhat laughable. He was, after all, a disciple of Buddhism and a giant of the demonic path; even in the face of death, he was still thinking of converting such people.

Unfortunately, from the moment He decided to take this step, He had already disregarded all cause and effect.

Dongting Lake lends me the means to conceal the secrets of heaven.

I bestow upon Dongting Lake its power and prestige for a thousand years.

We're even!

boom!
With a burst of demonic power, the chains of resentment binding him snapped inch by inch!

Just as Yun Zhongjun was about to break free from the illusion—the thick fog rose again!
In the hazy mist, a mysterious white bird gracefully descended from the horizon.

Its wings are outstretched, each feather shimmering with the pure light of a white lotus, and its beak opens and closes with a chanting that seems to guide all beings.

It was Xu Xuan who used the supernatural powers of the Boqi Bird as a guide and combined them with the power of the White Lotus to save from calamity to create the Nightmare Messenger!
"Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!"

With each peck of the divine bird, the demon king's pupils dimmed a little. The illusory power of dreams surged like a tide, attempting to drag this god of the clouds into a deeper slumber.

What an irony! What a humiliation!
Even if the real Birch Bird were to come, it would be difficult to invade the Demon God's dream—Xu Xuan's move of "using their own methods against them" was clearly intentional!
The purpose is to provoke the other party's anger.

Do you even know what an extraterrestrial demon is?! Do you even know what the White Lotus Saint Father is?!
The White Lotus Heart Sutra was like a tiger with wings in Xu Xuan's hands.

This time traveler from the modern era has been immersed in the information explosion since childhood, witnessed the most bizarre desires, and experienced the most absurd fantasies. He is the perfect material to become a celestial demon!

Moreover, this Heavenly Demon Father is also knowledgeable in military strategy!

Soldiers have no constant momentum, and water has no constant shape.

While all his teammates were unleashing their ultimate abilities, Xu Xuan had already changed tactics.

That seemingly probing first move actually concealed a deadly intent.

In the back-and-forth struggle, they were determined to find the other's weakness, and then... hehehehehe
Yun Zhongjun indeed stopped in his tracks. He stared at the figure of the Boqi bird with a moment of disbelief—it was not an illusion, but a trace that truly existed in his memory.

Once upon a time, this divine bird was His dearest friend, sharing the morning dew and soaring through the heavens with Him.

My old friend, you are gone.
"I'm sorry."

Demonic power surged from his palm, and the phantom of the Burchi Bird shattered between his fingers.

Even you can't stop me from taking a single step.

In order to attain enlightenment, humans can abandon their sects, their lineage, and their disciples.

Therefore, in order to achieve enlightenment, the demon race is naturally willing to give up everything, including the little friendship they have left.

The burqas gathered again in the distance, mechanically repeating their pecking motions, like a cold, pre-programmed sequence.

The resentful tentacles of Dongting Lake still futilely reach out, attempting to bind the former king.

It's all in vain.

But an unprecedented rage ignited in Yun Zhongjun's heart.

"You killed it!"

Suddenly, it turned towards the lake shore!

There, a man in red was striking a cauldron and singing, dancing on the waves.

The wind and rain could not dampen his fervor, nor could the waves extinguish his piety. Behind him, countless faces of humans, obscured by the floodwaters, danced and sang, even as the floodwaters reached their knees.
This is a very primitive Nuo ritual!
Bathed in fragrant orchid-scented water, adorned in splendid attire, like a radiant

The spirit lingers, its radiance unending.

May you rest in peace in the palace of longevity, and may your glory shine as brightly as the sun and moon.

Riding a dragon in imperial robes, I leisurely roam the land.

The majestic spirit descends, soaring high above the clouds.

I have more than enough to see in Jizhou, and I have no end to explore the four seas.

I sigh deeply, longing for my husband; my heart is filled with anguish and worry.

"Nine Songs: Lord of the Clouds" is a song and dance ode for worshipping the cloud god.

In the region between Ying, Yuan, and Xiang in the south of the State of Chu, the people believed in ghosts and gods and frequently performed sacrifices, singing, dancing, and drumming to please the gods.

After being exiled, Qu Yuan wandered around that region and saw the vulgar rituals, songs and dances, and sacrificial verses of the common people. So he composed the "Nine Songs".

Ancient sacrificial incantations echoed in the wind and rain, Xu Xuan's red robes fluttered as she moved to the rhythm of a primitive Nuo dance—

He was now the ancient great shaman, leading all living beings in worship of the god in the clouds; the ancient custom of believing in ghosts and making offerings was being revived at this moment.

As we all know, the Father is a monster of cause and effect, so such behavior is naturally not a good thing.
This seemingly devout ritual was actually an attempt to drag the lofty cloud god down to the mortal realm depicted on the painted wall, and then send him back to the heavens!

Cut off the unsettling aura emanating from the other person.

From the moment he entered Yunmeng, Xu Xuan noticed the enemy's change, and his spiritual senses kept alerting him.

And so this Nuo dance came about.

He wanted to elevate Yun Zhongjun to a divine status, surrounding him with all the karma and karmic entanglements—this was the most vicious method.

You should know that incense is poisonous!
Yun Zhongjun's pupils trembled violently, reflecting countless images of Xu Xuan—a red-clad shaman beating a drum and singing among the sacrificial crowd, a fanatical believer dancing on the raging waves, and chanting atop the mountain peak.
Every single one of them is him! Every single one of them is singing! Every single one of them is—rewriting history!
At this moment, Xu Xuan was still the representative of millions of people, and every move he made was accompanied by a powerful will.

The song echoed throughout the world.

The red robes, the gray clouds, and the black lake water all trembled. The people responded, the clouds echoed, and the lake water resonated in harmony. The reverberating sounds gradually formed an eerie world, seemingly trying to imbue the Cloud Lord's soul into this painted world, making him a deity.

This is the Holy Father's deification!

Even a fictitious, false god is still a god.
And so Yun Zhongjun began to feel fear!
This long-forgotten emotion is now seeping into the demon's heart along with the sacrificial inscription.

The tactic of using a fake to create a fake has become somewhat possible in the hands of a certain monster.

"This is impossible!"

Yun Zhongjun's composure was shattered, and he dared not wait any longer. He had no idea what other terrible and outrageous things Xu Xuan could do next.

So they simply revealed their final trump card—"Heart to Heart in Yunmeng!"

In an instant, the even more ancient and primitive Yunmeng Marsh descended from the end of time and space!

The Dongting Lake system was covered by the turbid waves of the primordial era, the laws of the present world were rewritten by the ancient principles, and even the foundation of the painted illusion was washed away.

The meticulously constructed world of Nuo dance crumbled like a sandcastle under the impact of this primal force!
Break it with force!

"boom!"

Yun Zhongjun, having broken free from the illusion, suddenly stood up, but due to excessive force: he took half a step back, shattering the gilded dragon throne; he raised his head too high, overturning the Xuanming Star Crown; and he stepped on something too heavy, crushing the Nine Heavens Cloud Chariot.

The mighty Cloud God actually looked rather disheveled!

Xu Xuan's condition is worse than Yun Zhongjun's—he still doesn't know his own limitations because the other party is being unreasonable.

Beneath the bronze mask, his face was ashen white, his black robes and crimson skirts fluttered in the wind, and his figure swayed slightly.

"This old bastard actually merged with the Dao of Yunmeng Marsh?!"

Not a water deity, but a true ancient water god.

All the flaws of that thousand-year-old demon heart were perfectly concealed, and even the most skillful scheming techniques of the extraterrestrial demons were helpless against it.

The villainous boss actually has cheat codes?!

Itss is even bigger than mine?!
If you're so capable, let's fight another eight hundred rounds in the inner world. Or, if all else fails, I can use some conventional methods and we can fight for days and nights. Why bother?

Xu Xuan, the professional inner demon, felt the pressure for the first time.

But an even greater crisis followed.

"boom!!!"

Enraged, Yun Zhongjun unleashed a deadly attack!

No one expected Xu Xuan's taunting skills to be so profound; his second move directly forced out the opponent's killing move.

The sky overturns in Yunmeng!
boom--!
The entire Yunmeng Marsh, spanning nine hundred miles, was overturned!
The towering curtain of water blotted out the sun, with the ruins of the Dragon Palace and the skeletons of aquatic creatures floating in the waves, crashing down with the chilling aura of the underworld accumulated over millennia.

Each drop of water felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if Gonggong angrily struck Buzhou Mountain!
Before the water arrives, the pressure is already immense.

Xu Xuan's pupils contracted sharply as he glanced at Monk Qingyou, who remained standing motionless in place.

Ultimately, it was his good intentions that prevented him from actually using the little Arhat as a shield.

Looking again at the waist, the small cauldron's color gradually changed, but unfortunately, Xiaoqing and the others' achievements in killing demon souls on the battlefield were still a little lacking.

Looking at the water curtain that enveloped everything, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and use it. Old Shen, I'm sorry.
At that moment, a delicate hand rested on his shoulder, and a faint fragrance wafted from the tip of his nose.

"Relax."

The pure energy flowed into Xu Xuan's body, and a power as vast as the ocean flowed in continuously.

From the limbs and bones to the thirty-sixty-five acupoints throughout the body, and even the inner landscape of the Shen Ting (spirit court), everything was washed clean.

Incredibly, he received this strange power instantly.

Generally, practitioners follow their own path, and the higher their level of cultivation, the purer their practice becomes.

Even fellow disciples cannot easily pass on their magical power and cultivation, because the difference between the principles and the doctrines is so small that it can lead to vastly different outcomes.

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Looking at her again, Bai Suzhen was still confronting the shadow in the void, and half a willow leaf appeared between her eyebrows. Although she was a true disciple of Taoism, she had a more bodhisattva-like appearance.

At that moment, a female voice echoed in my mind.

"We are destined to meet."

We'll discuss it later.

After saying this, his magical power surged, and Xu Xuan felt his bones and meridians, which had been strengthened several times, swell and tear.

The two men's energy intertwined, and their hands unconsciously rose, slowly pushing forward.

What a wondrous and mysterious power! Just look at that tiny space in the palm of your hand—

The wind first rose from the tip of the duckweed, then suddenly roared like a roc, and three thousand blue phoenixes flew out from the palm lines, each feather engraved with the hexagram of the Xun hexagram.
The rain then poured down, with the innate River Map floating in the water droplets. When it landed, it exploded into the true form of the Kan trigram, washing the hundred-mile battlefield into a landscape painting.
Thunder erupted from the knuckle of his ring finger, purple lightning flashing like dragons and snakes, each arc of electricity carrying the runes of the Zhen trigram, causing the white bone altar to show cracks in its oracle bones;
The electricity finally burst forth from the Laogong acupoint, and the golden light wove a pre-heaven Bagua net. At each node of the net sat a miniature Thunder God, reciting verses from the "Shuogua Zhuan"!
The most wondrous place is where the four elements converge.

The wind and rain transformed into the scales of a blue dragon, and the lightning condensed into the fangs of a white tiger. The faint phantom images of the "He" and "Luo" characters appeared in the vortex in the palm, actually drawing the spiritual energy of the surrounding thousand miles into a vacuum!
A divine pronouncement emanated from his palm: "The four seasons proceed in their course, and all things are born."

Spring thunder awakens the insects, summer rain urges the seedlings to sprout, autumn wind sweeps away the leaves, and winter snow hides the truth. It has a bit of the shadow of the manipulation of nature!
It is:

The wind sweeps away the hexagrams of the Book of Changes, and the rain falls upon the Yellow Court Classic.

Thunder writes the jade pivot seal script, lightning divides the yin and yang forms.

Where demons and immortals merge with the Dao, a calamity of creation arises!
Xu Xuan, who had just unleashed this move, was stunned for a fraction of a second, thinking about a great deal.

Then, almost as if possessed, I added the name of the move: "Robbery Begins. Qiantang".

(End of this chapter)