Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 831 Calm and Calm
You can't hide it like that.

Then I took a deep breath and thought, "Oh well, oh well, what can I do? I'm a hall master after all."

A resolute glint flashed in the dragon's eyes. Since madness was inevitable, then madness would be complete!

It then swallowed the power of wishes coming from all directions. Stimulated by this power, the Dragon Gate experienced violent fluctuations. This was because the host had generated intense fluctuations of desire, which took over the disordered changes and directly initiated a new evolution.

let me help you!

The dragon's roar resounded through the heavens, and Xiao Qing's body began to undergo astonishing changes—the dragon horns split like coral, the dragon scales shimmered with a glassy luster, and most astonishingly, the vertical pupil between her forehead slowly opened, revealing the extraordinary phenomenon of the sun and moon shining together!

"Xiaoqing, you?" Xu Xuan was shocked.

"I'll help you!"

"it is good!"

Xu Xuan didn't ask Xiao Qing what she knew, nor did he ask how she could block the gaze of such a powerful person with her current cultivation level.

Although the power of the Wish is an incredible force in the cultivation world, countless experts dare not touch it and cannot control it.

But she is the Water God of Taihu Lake, she is the Water God of Dongting Lake, she is the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, she is the Hall Master of Baoan Hall.

Then it's trustworthy.

Xiaoqing did indeed complete an incredible evolution in an instant, and then—closed her eyes.

The last of Dongting's strength was exhausted.

If we lose, then we shall die completely, turning the world into a swamp.

Every single glass-like scale on the dragon's body began to collapse inward, as if trying to absorb all the light into its body.

The pair of coral-like dragon horns emitted a final burst of dazzling light, and then the entire dragon transformed into a stream of light, outlining an enigmatic trajectory in the void.

Countless lights seemed to have lost their source.

It's as if someone suddenly extinguished the world's light, and all light, color, and sound were taken away in that instant.

The turbulent lake water froze in mid-air, the splattered blood droplets remained stationary in their trajectory, and even the raging lightning stopped flashing. This was not ordinary darkness, but the most primal state of "no light."

"When it closes its eyes, darkness descends."

"Three breaths!"

The cold, clear dragon's roar gave a clear time limit. Three breaths later, the light would surely return.

Even with Bai Suzhen's divine eye and supernatural powers, she couldn't see through it, because the rising and setting of the sun and moon is the great way of the world.

In this absolute darkness, Xu Xuan felt a strange peace. There were no enemies, no comrades, and he couldn't even feel his own existence. Only the white lotus mark between his brows continued to glow, becoming the sole coordinate in this nothingness.

Three breaths are enough to accomplish a lot.

First breath.

In the darkness, a palace flew out from the sixteen-foot-tall golden body.

It was an exquisite white jade palace, no bigger than the palm of your hand, but it swelled up in the wind the moment it was separated from the golden body.

The copper bells hanging from the eaves of the palace moved automatically without wind, emitting a clear "ding-dong" sound, each ring causing ripples in the void.

The doors of the White Lotus Hall creaked open, revealing the solemn Buddhist temple within. Thereupon, one could see:
The vermilion gate slowly opened, revealing a dazzling and mesmerizing scene inside—

The thirty-six lotus pedestals are like snow piled up and jade built, and the seventy-two rays of light are like colorful ribbons in the sky.

A halo adorned with jeweled beads hung from the top of his head, and his plain cloak was covered with frosty patterns. A bright red dot between his brows was exactly the same as the Buddhist seal on Xu Xuan's forehead!
With a crisp "crack," the lotus platform shattered. The Dharma image suddenly opened its bright eyes and slowly descended on auspicious clouds.

With one step, a white lotus blooms in the void; with two steps, heavenly flowers fall upon the Pure Land.

"boom--"

In an instant, his whole body shone brightly; it was as if his true spirit had returned to its original nature!

When the flowers bloom, I reveal my true form; I am the white lotus, purifying the world and bringing light.

A thousand eons of suffering are shattered by the light, a single stalk lifts up the spirits of all beings.

The Dharma rain falls universally to extinguish the fires of karma; the compassionate boat sails far and wide to quell strife.

This body is a seed of Bodhi, untouched by dust, only bathed in sunshine.

"White Lotus?!" Yun Zhongjun was shocked.

Xu Xuan didn't answer; he was in a hurry.

Second breath.

Time seemed to stretch into eternity as Xu Xuan's hands traced mysterious trajectories in the void. Spiritual light gathered at his fingertips, and a pure, flawless white lotus bloomed in his palm.

The white lotus was no more than an inch in size, yet it contained a breathtaking power. Each petal was crystal clear, naturally engraved with intricate Daoist patterns. At the lotus's heart, a point of golden light flowed, as if nurturing a complete world.

"open!"

With that soft shout, the white lotus suddenly bloomed. In an instant—

Everything was silent, as if time and space had frozen at this moment.

Unborn Finger, emerge!
Xu Xuan pointed his fingers like a sword, and the white lotus suddenly transformed into a stream of light that wrapped around his fingertips. This gesture, seemingly slow, had in fact transcended the limitations of time and space.

A distant, melodious chanting arose between heaven and earth, as if thousands of Buddhas were reciting scriptures at the same time.

This chanting did not originate from the outside world, but rather resonated from the depths of every living being's heart. Even the most ferocious demonic souls involuntarily ceased their battles, their faces showing a dazed expression.

It describes the scene of the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss: free from illness and disaster, free from suffering and hardship. There, all wishes can be fulfilled, and all regrets can be made up. This is the gentlest temptation, and also the most deadly move.

Even though Yun Zhongjun was shocked, he did not panic.

Having already merged with the Dao of Yunmengze, Bai Lian's mental techniques could not break through his state of mind.

His divine body remained unmoved, his Daoist heart, steadfast as a rock for countless years. The chanting entered his ears, yet it was like a gentle breeze brushing against a mountain, leaving no trace. "Merely a technique to bewitch the mind."

But Xu Xuan is a ruthless person.

Yun Zhongjun suddenly realized that his opponent had no intention of winning through mental manipulation at all. The target of that Finger of No Life was not him at all.

A boundless pure land descends from the unknown, a shore of perfect bliss that transcends life and death.

It impacts Yunmeng with the sheer size of its hometown, Vacuum.

This is the real killer move!
The Great Demon King did not hesitate to open the most core secret realm of the White Lotus Sect, using the weight of the entire "Vacuum Homeland" to shake the foundation of Yunmeng Marsh!
Xu Xuan didn't care at all about what was the greatest work left by the White Lotus Mother and the most precious treasure of the White Lotus Sect.

Rumble.
A deafening roar echoed through the heavens and earth, as if the entire world was collapsing. The waters of Yunmengze Lake surged wildly, creating towering waves, and the ancient ruins hidden at the bottom of the lake shattered and turned to dust.

The aura of world decay was released in an instant, and countless flood calamities who depended on this small world for survival were killed by the shock.

The remnant souls of the demon gods lingering in the distance let out painful howls. The Yunmeng Marsh was severely damaged, which was also a great harm to these beings that parasitized the secret realm.

Meanwhile, the Vacuum Homeland also suffered a severe impact, and its flawless state of being on the other side was shattered.

The glazed tile floor shattered into a spiderweb pattern, golden bricks and jade tiles fell one after another, and the collected power of wishes disintegrated.

The phantoms of countless believers vanished amidst screams, and the paradise they had worshipped for hundreds of years was collapsing before their eyes.

In the Northern Headquarters, the stone statue of the White Lotus Holy Mother shattered instantly. The sect leader clutched his chest and knelt on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices. The elders screamed in agony, their seas of consciousness cracking open. The foundation of the White Lotus Sect, built over three hundred years, suffered another devastating blow at this moment.

"Holy Mother, why?"

The cult leader, filled with grief and indignation, looked at the fallen followers behind him. "What are you trying to do? Are you going to punish us?"
Those who clashed head-on in the darkness fared even worse.

Yun Zhongjun let out a mournful wail, and his divine body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The three-hundred-foot-tall Dharma form shrank to less than ten feet, its magnificent imperial robes turned into tattered cloth, and its crown shattered into dust. It huddled in the void like a stray dog, trembling all over.

The once majestic god of the clouds can no longer even stand.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, and his lips trembled: "How could this be my Dao, my Yunmeng?"

This is the risk of aligning with the Tao—we all prosper together, and we all suffer together.

At this moment, Yunmengze is collapsing, and the water vein powers that He devoured are now retaliating fiercely. Every drop of water is tearing at His soul, and every gust of wind is scraping at His primordial spirit.

Xu Xuan paid a heavy price; his hometown of the vacuum was destroyed and disappeared into the void, never to be sensed again.

He himself was seriously injured to an unimaginable degree.

The white lotus image has vanished, and the golden body is now broken and fragmented.

He knelt in the void, coughing up blood, each drop carrying fragments of his internal organs. His sea of ​​consciousness was almost dried up, and his meridians were severed.

But not important.

The third breath.

The shattered golden body suddenly burst forth with its last ray of light, and its jade-like fingers pointed forward with unwavering determination.

It seemed effortless, yet it contained the final essence of the White Lotus True Teachings. The moment the fingertip touched Yun Zhongjun's brow, the dying divine body convulsed violently, its eyes filled with disbelief.

Why should we do this?

"Shut up, I don't want you to live for even a second longer."

Xu Xuan's voice was terribly hoarse, yet it carried an undeniable resolve.

Then a crystal-clear fruit appeared in his palm, exuding a rich life force.

The invincible Lord Yun Zhong died just like that, in a very undignified and hasty manner.

Xiaoqing could no longer sustain her new innate divine power.

The crystal scales on the dragon's body began to peel away, and golden dragon blood seeped from every joint. The price of forcibly using "Its Darkness is Obscurity" was far beyond imagination, not to mention that she had devoured so much willpower.

As the dragon opened its eyes, the darkness receded like a tide.

This means: its vision is clear.

However, his golden eyes had dimmed and his vertical pupils were unfocused, clearly indicating that he had reached his limit.

It then broke free from the possession of the Great Heavenly Dragon.

Unable to maintain her dragon form, Xiao Qing, who had reverted to human form, convulsed violently. Countless tiny insects seemed to wriggle beneath her skin—a terrifying mutation caused by the breakage of her genetic chain.

This leapfrog evolution is inherently defying nature. At this moment, it is enduring the extreme pain of every cell disintegrating.

“Open your mouth.”

Xu Xuan dragged his broken body to Xiao Qing's side. His movements were slow, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge, but his eyes remained calm.

Ah, ah.

A fruit was fed into Xiaoqing's mouth and instantly melted away.

The body stabilized at a visible speed, the abnormal movements under the skin gradually subsided, and the dilated pupils refocused. The genetic collapse caused by the violent evolution was soothed.

Seeing that Xiaoqing's condition had stabilized, Xu Xuan finally collapsed backward into the void.

He smiled bitterly, wondering if this was his third or fourth time near death.
It's almost become a daily occurrence.

A quick assessment revealed that the white lotus in his sea of ​​consciousness had withered by more than half, its foundation was shattered by more than half, and his realm had fallen back to the second level.

It's a minor problem.

He let himself float in the shattered void. Compared to the annihilation of Yun Zhongjun's soul and body, this price was insignificant.

not to mention.
A smile played at the corners of his lips. Those people who prayed in the floodwaters must have seen the rain stop by now, right?
The rain outside has indeed stopped, and it stopped very suddenly.

The torrential rain that was pouring down just a second ago stopped abruptly the next. The water droplets hanging in mid-air froze for a moment before falling together, splashing the muddy ground with their last spray.

The thick, dark clouds that had shrouded the area for days began to dissipate, as if torn apart by an invisible hand.

The churning lightning and howling winds lost their source of power and vanished in the blink of an eye.

A beam of golden light pierced the clouds, followed by a second, then a third, and soon the entire sky returned to its azure hue. Sunlight spilled onto the damp earth, creating a misty haze that refracted into a rainbow of colors.

The raging floodwaters suddenly became tamed, and the turbid waves gradually subsided.

The river flowed obediently into the newly dug flood discharge channel, and the flooded fields began to emerge from the water, with glistening water droplets still clinging to the fallen crops.

Soaked to the bone, the disaster victims stood frozen in the mud, unable to believe that the catastrophe was over.

Some people touched their wet sleeves, some pinched their thighs, and most just stared blankly at the suddenly clearing sky.

The world was as quiet as if a mute button had been pressed.

In the silence, a little boy covered in mud suddenly burst into tears.

He clung tightly to his mother's legs, crying his heart out. His cries seemed to trigger a switch, and gradually, people began to sob, which then escalated into a chorus of wails.

Li sat slumped in the mud and water on the embankment, the blueprints in his hands already soaked and ruined.

He looked at the receding floodwaters, then suddenly covered his face, his shoulders shaking violently.

Old Master Li leaned on his broken wooden cane, his turbid tears rolling down his wrinkled face.

On a distant hill, Old Man Wang knelt on the ground, his trembling hand stroking the soaked embroidered shoe.

He opened his mouth but said nothing, only clutching the shoes tightly to his chest, his hunched back appearing so small in the sunlight.

The sun was still warm, and the sky was still blue. But some people were forever lost in this torrential rain.

The people in Yunmengze were also very quiet.

The clamor on the battlefield abruptly ceased, and everyone remained frozen in place, frozen in their final pose.

When light returned, all they saw was Yun Zhongjun's divine body collapsing like a sand sculpture, and Xu Xuan and Xiao Qing lying in the void.

this.
The sword cultivators of Mount Shu exchanged bewildered glances, their flying swords involuntarily drooping. The demon souls, meanwhile, were horrified to discover that their connection with Yunmeng had been completely severed, and their power was rapidly dissipating.

Bai Suzhen was the first to react. Seeing the four-colored shadows that seemed to be in trouble on the distant horizon, she immediately flashed to Xiaoqing and Xu Xuan's side.

He picked up Xiaoqing and sensed her condition. Although she was burning up, her breathing was surprisingly steady.

A pure, primal power is repairing the injuries within the body, replenishing the loss of vitality, and even adjusting the abnormal reactions brought about by evolution.

Xu Xuan, standing to the side, still looked the same as always.

His body was covered in blood, and he was barely breathing, yet he clung to life. There was even a hint of smugness on his pale face.

With a soft sigh, he gathered healing magic at his fingertips.

She was all too familiar with this scene; it was always the same after every major battle.

In any case, as long as he doesn't die on the spot, this man will stubbornly live on.

At this moment, Xu Xuan opened his mouth as if to say something. So, while using Taoist magic to replenish the other party's life force, he moved closer to listen.

Her black hair fell loose, and a faint voice reached her ears:
".retreat."

Bai Suzhen nodded slightly.

She looked up into the distance, where several ancient shadows were frantically assaulting some kind of invisible constraint. The entire Cloud Dream Secret Realm was trembling; it clearly couldn't hold on for much longer.

"Make way."

Ok?
Xu Xuan's lips continued to move, forcing the beauty to press her ear even closer.

"Qingyou...reigns behind."

Bai Suzhen looked at Xu Xuan as if she were looking at something indescribable.

Finally, he carried them into the imperial chariot, which then broke through the void, carrying the three of them. Before leaving, he did not forget to take with him the heavily injured sword cultivators of Mount Shu, as well as everyone else.

However, she did follow Xu Xuan's instructions and let the wooden-like monk Qingyou follow at the very back.

And you know what? It actually stopped the enemy's last counterattack, or rather, their venting of anger.

A gigantic shadow flew in from the horizon, carrying power beyond human limits.

Qingyou retaliated with the Arhat Fist, his golden body shattering before he lost consciousness. His body flew towards the exit like a kite with a broken string, where he was caught by the quick-thinking Yan Chixia.

The group rushed out of the passage as if fleeing a disaster.

Bai Suzhen turned around and tore the Yunmeng Passage to pieces.

The last thing you see are several enraged shadows roaring in the dust of the collapsing secret realm.

The starlight imperial chariot streaked across the sky, speeding towards Qiantang.

Inside the carriage, Bai Suzhen looked at the two unconscious wounded in her arms, then glanced at the gradually calming Dongting Lake behind her, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The sunlight was just right, shining on the shimmering lake surface.

Is this considered—Bao'an Hall successfully surviving its tribulation?

No, it should be that Yunmengze failed to overcome its own tribulation.

It is:

The thunder has ceased, the clouds have dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky; the vast expanse of water is calm, and the moon shines like a jade disc.

With a single sword, one can slay a god and bring peace to nine lands; with half a sail, a gentle rain nourishes a thousand cities.

As the raincoat dries in the sun on the peach blossom bank, the rice seedlings are newly plowed on the Du Ruo Ting.

If you ask where to find traces of immortals, look beyond the autumn winds of Yueyang Pavilion.

(End of this chapter)