Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 845 The Holy Father Shakes the Nine Provinces

"Neither arising nor ceasing, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

This scripture automatically appeared in Xu Xuan's mind, while at the same time, the sixteen scenes of the destruction of Buddhism switched back and forth in his mind, which was very disjointed.

The final divine being, though possessing the appearance of a Buddha, was neither Buddha nor demon, but simply gazing silently upon all the heavens and myriad realms. Its dignified countenance carried a detached serenity, as if always ready to perform acts of compassion and salvation.

Bai Lian Xu Xuan stood on the lotus platform, gazing at this cosmic wonder, and understood: the Starlight Divine Water not only healed his injuries but also re-tempered his inner world of the Divine Court. The power of the stars transformed into the most solid foundation, reinforcing the originally fragile inner world to an unbreakable level.

After three years of practice, a qualitative transformation has finally occurred.

"Next time I use my vacuum home to collide with the small world..." Xu Xuan's lips curled up slightly, "I suppose I won't be in such a sorry state again."

To be honest, after the Holy Father discovers a new use for the Vacuum Homeland, the White Lotus Sect's sacred object may not have a good future.

As I was pondering this, the power of cause and effect suddenly surged.

Huh, not again?

The familiar feeling of detachment returned. The white lotus beneath his feet moved without wind, carrying his consciousness upwards into an unknown dimension.

The perspective has been forcibly elevated, just like when I first entered the field.

As a composed demon, Xu Bailian instinctively did not want her information to be exposed to the world, but the unique characteristics of this technique's reshaping were unavoidable.

The White Lotus Mother is really not a humble person.

However... while the first causal connection could be attributed entirely to the White Lotus Holy Mother, this time the White Lotus Holy Father himself was no less significant.

In this mysterious dimension, a phantom black sun hangs high in the center, emitting a dark and profound light.

Upon closer inspection, it is found to be woven from countless fine causal lines, with each ray connecting to a point in the present world.

The Bao'an Hall in Qiantang County, the waterways of Dongting Lake, the lecture halls of Chongqi Academy, and even the palaces deep within Luoyang City…

These are the fruits of Xu Xuan's hard work over the past three years.

What does this mean?
This shows that both generations of Bai Lian were exceptionally talented individuals.

Xu Xuan then continued to observe the colorful landscape of Kyushu, hoping to find some easy targets.

The white lotus ascended into the sky, announcing its existence for the second time, which also elicited various reactions from the great figures of the world.

At the bottom of the Yangtze River, the water flow suddenly stagnates.

A colossal golden vertical pupil opened in the darkness. The Dragon King gazed up at the strange phenomenon in the sky, his whiskers trembling slightly. After a while, a deep laugh came from the bottom of the river, and the previously still water suddenly surged and roared, whipping up countless waves.

"So eager?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the dragon's eyes.

He originally thought Xu Xuan would need at least half a year to recover, but he didn't expect that this guy would start stirring up trouble again as soon as he recovered from his injuries. He's too dedicated.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The deep roar of the dragon echoed from the bottom of the river, carrying undisguised admiration.

Erasing the fragments of the Dao principles and repairing the shattered divine soul—these are two things that ordinary cultivators would find difficult to accomplish even in a lifetime, but Xu Xuan accomplished them in just one month.

Not only did they finish it, but they also caused such a commotion...

The Dragon King suddenly had a bold guess:

This guy, he probably really enjoys the feeling of stirring up trouble, right?

Just like that woman in white back then, who could have remained aloof from worldly affairs, yet insisted on stirring up a monstrous storm in the mortal world.

Deep within the Shu region, the blood cave of Chi You suddenly surged violently.

"boom--"

The Blood Demon of the Nether Spring broke free of its barrier, and a blood cloud composed of thousands of skulls roared angrily in the sky, its mournful howl shaking the mountains within a hundred miles.

"Again?!"

The Blood Demon's crimson pupils stared intently at the sky, and the feeling of being spied on made it tremble all over.

It's so familiar! Three hundred years ago, it was this damned feeling that led it astray by that vile woman!

In terms of strength, it was originally a rare species that achieved enlightenment, feeding on the spiritual veins of famous mountains and devouring the essence and blood of countless cultivators. How could it lose to a rising star?

That White Lotus Holy Mother is so cunning and despicable!
First, it used the appearance of compassion to numb the masses, and then suddenly used the Finger of No Life to forcibly extract eight hundred years of cultivation from its body!

The spiritual energy that was stolen ultimately became the source of the White Lotus Mother's power and prestige throughout the world...

"Roar--"

The Blood Demon grew angrier the more he thought about it, and the countless blood-red skulls simultaneously emitted piercing screams, shattering the clouds.

Meanwhile, in the Starry Sea, the powerful figures of the demonic path remained silent in fear.

Unable to sense the changes in the heavens, they only saw the Long-Browed Immortal suddenly summon the Haotian Mirror, its dazzling light obscuring the entire sky above the blood pool.

"What is this person...?"

Xu Feiniang asked cautiously, only to see the former leader of the righteous path standing by the blood pool, gazing into the depths of the void and sighing softly.

The world is never in flux without reason.

Long-browed man had a bold guess in his mind, but...

The worst part is, even if I told people, nobody would believe me.

He shook his head with a wry smile.

One is the mastermind behind the destruction of Mount Shu and the assimilation of all the evil demons in the world; the other is a rising star of Buddhism who sacrificed his life to suppress the floods...

Not to mention outsiders, even he himself is not sure.

After all, when Xu Xuan suppressed Dongting Lake, he truly risked his life, and there was no faking it.

At the Zoroastrian headquarters in the Northwest, the sacred flame once again soared into the sky, illuminating the night sky as if it were daytime.

The followers knelt in terror, and saw ancient divine symbols emerging from the flames—marks left from the religious conflict three hundred years ago.

Although Xu Bailian did not have time to wreak havoc in the Western Regions, the historical problems left over from the previous Bailian still needed to be resolved.

The sacred flame, like a dragon, pierces straight into the netherworld.

The blazing white flames penetrated deep into the underworld, drawing in specks of fire essence from the depths of the Yellow Springs. These essences reformed within the flames, gradually coalescing into a blurry fire god.

Even more astonishingly, the flames contained a great deal of the faith power of the heretics, which was now being melted down by the Zoroastrian sacred fire without any restraint.

"A new guardian deity is about to be born."

When Bai Lian first appeared in the world, I was still skeptical; but this second announcement confirmed it—that person has returned, and is even more arrogant than before.

If you're going to endure it all... then what's the point of being an extraterrestrial deity? What's the point of collecting faith?
So I couldn't bear it any longer, I should go and see Kyushu.

Meanwhile, in the northern grasslands.

"Boom——"

The Eternal Heaven was enraged; the sky was filled with swirling winds and raging lightning. The terrifying pressure forced all the human and demon tribes on the grasslands to prostrate themselves on the ground, trembling and begging the gods to appease their anger.

But this time, the Eternal Heaven did not quell its anger; instead, it unleashed a dazzling pillar of divine power.

Within the beam of light, the roaring spirits of countless nomadic tribes could be faintly seen.

He wants to participate in this upheaval of heaven and earth.

The depths of the underworld were unusually calm at this moment.

There were no ghostly wails or howls, no ghostly soldiers passing through. Since the scars left from the last battle with the Black Mountain Demon had not yet healed, all forces tacitly chose to lie low and recuperate.

However, a consensus has been reached: unless absolutely necessary, never provoke the mortal realm again.

The calamity over there has reached a level so overwhelming it could terrify even ghosts.

But Heishan felt something was off, and his unease was almost overflowing.

At the same time, in various hidden corners of the human world, members of the White Lotus sect suddenly sensed something and looked up at the sky.

"It's the aura of the Virgin Mary!"

Despite their doubts, the believers began to gather at the main altar in the north. After all, the White Lotus Our Lady had appeared far too many times in the past three years—and each time, they were met with undeserved disaster.

A huge crowd surged in front of the main hall of the main altar.

"Master! We demand an explanation this time!"

"Every time the Virgin Mary appears, we suffer!"

"Did you actually bring back the Holy Mother?" "Or is it..."

With red eyes, one believer questioned, "What heinous things have you done to provoke such wrath from the Holy Mother?!"

On the high platform, the White Lotus Sect Leader and several Dharma Kings looked at each other, their expressions turning into deep grief and indignation.

"This……"

"Fellow believers, regarding this matter..."

I tried to explain in vain, but found that I had no way to explain it at all.

Over the past three years, we have been the most wronged people in this world.

Each time the Holy Mother appeared, there would be a crackdown by the imperial court and a manhunt by various sects.

The last few times were particularly difficult for us higher-ups, causing us considerable suffering and injuries.

But... no one would believe me even if I told them.

They themselves led the White Lotus Sect based on faith, and could not shift the blame to their superiors.

Finally, the White Lotus Sect Leader, who was nearly so angry that he vomited blood, sighed and said, "The will of Heaven is unpredictable... Let us... wait and see."

These words were incredibly difficult to utter, because he knew very well that when the white lotus bloomed again, what awaited them would likely be far more than a simple "disaster."

Deep in the East China Sea, the heavy clanging of chains echoed from the dark sea eye.

"Wow---"

The imprisoned being seemed somewhat agitated, unable to understand why the upheaval in the world had affected all directions, yet had overlooked the East Sea.

Each time the chains trembled, it caused the deep sea to surge with turbulent currents, frightening the great monsters in the water into retreating.

At the same time, the immortal volcano in the south suddenly erupted, and the scorching magma solidified in the air into the shape of a phoenix; the roar of an ancient beast came from the depths of the Arctic ice field, and the millennia-old ice cracked with spider web-like patterns; and ancient tombs in the Western Regions, witch villages in the southern border... many mysterious places have also experienced different degrees of anomalies.

But the most intense reaction came from the imperial central government.

In the imperial city of Luoyang, the golden dragon of destiny roared and tumbled in the clouds, trembling with rage.

Provocation, this is a naked provocation.

"Roar--"

The dragon's roar shattered the clouds and mist of the heavens, its eyes wide with rage, its whiskers lashing the void like steel whips.

It longed to unleash the power of a soaring dragon to the heavens and swallow that person whole!
Inside the Zichen Palace below, Emperor Jin suddenly clutched his head, his dragon robe soaked with cold sweat.

The familiar vibration mode was turned on again, which only fueled my anger.

I think the concept of national destiny is utterly useless. If you're so capable, then take down the demons and monsters; if you're not, why take your anger out on me, the emperor?

But there was nothing else to do but vent my anger on the people on the other side.

"Bring, bring someone here!" he forced out the order through gritted teeth. "Summon the Grand Astrologer to the palace!"

In a fit of rage, deciding to kill someone using legitimate means to relieve one's anger isn't excessive, is it?

The newly appointed Grand Astrologer strode into the hall with high spirits, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to share your burdens!"

Without making excuses or resisting, she was very composed.

"Ok?"

Emperor Jin endured the excruciating pain and looked up, his headache momentarily relieved by the startled young man.

Doesn't this guy know what happened to the previous Grand Astrologers?
Or perhaps... I've finally gained a loyal subject?
The absurd thought had barely formed when an even more intense headache swept over him. The Jin Emperor weakly waved his hand: "Go quickly...to observe the strange changes throughout the Nine Provinces..."

Kill him, kill him. You're suffering so much, why should you be having such a good time?

The Grand Astrologer confidently left the main hall, completely unaware of the sympathetic glances from the eunuchs behind him.

Tianji Palace.

The newly built palace is magnificent, and in the center of the hall is a newly restored armillary sphere.

The bronze star trails intertwine and swirl, with luminous pearls inlaid on them simulating the stars in the sky, emitting a faint, clear light in the dimly lit hall.

"My lord, please stay."

The palace was heavily guarded, with experts from all directions on high alert. Every step the Grand Astrologer took, he had to undergo three checks: first, a Taoist monk would examine his entire body with a demon-revealing mirror; then, a Buddhist monk would use prayer beads to sense his karma; and finally, an official from the Imperial Observatory would verify his identity and documents.

The new Grand Astrologer looked at the ten golden-armored guards following closely behind him and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "Why bother? We're all serving His Majesty..."

Before he could finish speaking, the guard captain coldly handed him a pill: "My lord, a Mind-Clearing Pill."

This is to prevent him from suddenly going crazy.

Upon entering the inner hall, the armillary sphere is right before your eyes.

The Grand Astrologer took a deep breath and placed his hand on the center of the star chart. As true energy was poured in, the ritual instruments began to slowly rotate, and the luminous pearls gradually lit up.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, his consciousness was drawn into a sea of ​​stars. Instead of observing celestial phenomena, he was directly peeping into the royal family's secrets: vengeful spirits in the deep palace, the secrets of the imperial bedchamber, and so on…

"puff--"

It is only natural that the repercussions of humanity's fate would come from this.

The Grand Historian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, startling the guards so much that they almost drew their swords.

Half an incense stick later, the armillary sphere stopped operating. To everyone's astonishment, the new Grand Astrologer staggered to his feet, miraculously remaining conscious.

He became the first Grand Historian to complete the observation while still alive!

After hearing the report, Emperor Jin narrowed his eyes in the Zichen Palace: "Thirty years? Are you sure, my dear minister?"

"Absolutely true." The Grand Astrologer remained unfazed. "Although the White Lotus Demoness has shown unusual signs, her destiny is not yet complete. According to my calculations, it will take at least thirty years before she can cause a great disaster."

As he left the main hall, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a helpless smile.

After experiencing "death from diligent observation," "execution for passive resistance," and "extermination of the entire clan in rebellion," the lineage of the Grand Historian finally evolved the ultimate way of survival:
Talking nonsense with a straight face.

Extending the crisis period to thirty years gave the emperor a false sense of security while also buying himself room to maneuver. As for what happens after thirty years?
At that time, either a new emperor would ascend the throne, or he himself would retire and return to his hometown.

This is the way to survive.

The instigator, Xu Xuan, returned to his physical body after seeing a bunch of colorful things.

In an instant, it seemed as if a thousand stars were flowing in his eyes, before returning to calm.

"call--"

He let out a long sigh, feeling an unprecedented surge of power in his soul—even if his physical body were to crumble, he could survive in the world solely through his soul. This was the transformation brought about by the Starlight Divine Water, a true transcendence into sainthood.

The great Father has returned.

But not enough.

Xu Xuan looked down at his still cracked body and a smile appeared on his lips.

Now that his senior brother Ruoxu has returned, what does Xu Hanwen have to worry about?
It's time to enjoy the Dragon King's reward.

He flipped his hand and took out the ancient Wu Peng medicine. The surface of the pill was engraved with ancient Wu script, exuding an aura of vicissitudes and weight. Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and swallowed it.

"boom!"

It felt as if a heavy hammer was striking every inch of my bones.

Eighty-four thousand acupoints trembled simultaneously, the effects of the ancient elixir washing over the entire body like a flood. The cracks in the immortal skin and jade bones healed at a visible speed, the golden body once again radiated brilliant light, and the sound of surging blood and qi roared like the Yangtze River!
"Click——"

A sound of something breaking came from inside my body.

Xu Xuan slowly stood up, radiating a suffocating aura. Although Yunmeng's resentment still suppressed his cultivation level to the second realm, he had now achieved a fundamental transcendence.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him, and suddenly chuckled softly:

"I can't wait to go to the Purple Bamboo Forest."

"Ahem, wait a minute!"

Before Bai Suzhen could respond, he changed his mind.

"Why don't we wait for Xiaoqing to wake up? It's not safe to leave her, a snake, squatting at the bottom of the lake."

In a fraction of a second, the Father strangled his overly arrogant self from the previous moment and returned to his usual style.

　I didn't write much yesterday, but I'm feeling a bit better today, so I'll catch up. Thank you all for your concern and support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)