Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 907 is nothing but a handful of ashes.

It burned to nothingness in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a trace of ashes.

As a mere bystander, Xu Xuan could only offer an objective assessment: "The firelight is quite beautiful."

As the Southern Bright Fire in the sky slowly receded, the azure light dissipated, and the sunlight reappeared, the ground had become much "cleaner".

After decades of cultivation, striving for fame and fortune, and committing numerous evils, he ultimately turned into nothing more than a fleeting ashes, scattered by the wind.

After a cup of tea, Yu Yingnan's face was as pale as paper, and her breath was weak as she slowly fell from mid-air.

She stood silently behind Xu Xuan, having exhausted all her strength. Her dantian was completely devoid of magical power, and she could barely maintain her flight.

Very good, very smart.

Xu Xuan secretly praised him.

Even as she was consumed by the rage of revenge, she maintained absolute rationality.

Instead of recklessly charging down for close combat, they chose the safest position and unleashed all their power in the most thorough way to clear the area.

This composure is especially rare in Baoan Hall.

On the other side, the originally dark mass of evil cultivators and demons had now been reduced to ninety-nine percent dead.

Those few heretical cultivators who barely reached the "entering the Dao" level were also reduced to ashes under the indiscriminate burning of this heart fire.

Two people survived: Li Daoren, who had betrayed Louguan Dao, and Sewu, a monk from the Se Sect.

Although his face was pale, his breathing was disordered, and there was even blood at the corner of his mouth, he clearly still retained considerable fighting strength and had not been completely defeated.

It's not that their sins weren't grave.

On the contrary, the fact that these two were able to rise to the top positions among the Jia family's retainers suggests that their subordinates have accumulated a considerable amount of karma.

They were able to hold on for one reason only: they came from legitimate prestigious sects and practiced the orthodox and direct lineage of the Xuanmen (Taoist) sect.

The true Dharma must contain the supreme method of tempering the mind and guarding one's true self.

Their souls are far more stable and resilient than those of unorthodox cultivators, possessing a natural resistance to inner demons and external evils.

This is one of the fundamental reasons why practitioners throughout the world are so eager to receive the true teachings and authentic methods.

Moreover, Li Daoren has already broken through to the second realm, the "Qi Fusion" stage, and has begun to comprehend the profound mystery of "the Dao is hidden in small achievements, and words are hidden in glory and wealth," thus his mental cultivation has reached a higher level.

When the Heartfire Lotus Platform raged in his sea of ​​consciousness, he was able to harden his heart and, at the cost of sacrificing his vital energy, use a secret technique to forcefully shatter the fire lotus in his heart that was about to burn him to ashes!

However, before they could even catch their breath and rejoice at their narrow escape...

An even more terrifying and despair-inducing chilling killing intent, like ice hanging from the heavens, suddenly descended from the sky!

call out! ! ! !

A sharp, ear-piercing sound that seemed to tear eardrums pierced the heavens and earth!

The Fated Killer Star, Qing Guniang's only direct disciple, the true successor of the Yue Nu Sword, the leader of the Three Heroes and Two Clouds, the master of the Purple and Green Twin Swords, and the vanguard of the Killing Calamity—Li Yingqi, here he comes!
The sword light of the purple and green swords, intertwined with the murderous aura of destiny and unparalleled ferocity, descended like a waterfall of slaughter from the heavens!
Yue Maiden Swordplay - Calamity!
The moment this sword is drawn, the grass, trees, bamboo, rocks, and even the drifting dust and flowing air seem to be imbued with the sword's sharpness and killing intent!
Every blade of grass, every grain of sand, and every stone on the entire battlefield became Li Yingqi's sword, her domain, and also the enemy's death trap!
All things in heaven and earth are potential sources of calamity; even one's own mental obstacles are calamities. When caught in calamity, there is no escaping it, no way to escape it!
This move was created by Li Yingqi after witnessing Yun Zhongjun manipulate the rules of the secret realm and turn the world into a prison in the Yunmeng Secret Realm. He managed to comprehend some of its true meaning with his own supreme sword wisdom and integrated it into the decisive and sharp sword principles of the Yue Nu Sword Technique, thus forming a terrifying killing move of his own!
The monk Sewu had just barely survived the demon-slaying and mind-reflecting sword of Nanming Lihuo, but he was no longer able to resist the pure and ultimate sword of heaven and earth, which was born only for killing!

The fundamental flaw of the Form School lies in its failure to completely eliminate the reality of "conditioned form" and "subtle form".

In terms of mental cultivation, compared with the other schools among the "six families and seven sects" of the Prajna school, it has already fallen to the lower level.

These flaws in the techniques and imperfections in the mindset were magnified countless times after the White Lotus Tribulation left the lineage incomplete.

The final result was that during the battle, his mental foundation was severely damaged by Nanming Li Huo's Heart Sword. Now, facing the purple and green sword energy that was filled with calamity and stirred up the killing intent of heaven and earth, he was no longer able to maintain his strength.

The all-pervasive intent of the calamity sword, like the sharpest file, shaved away his remaining essence and spirit layer by layer.

In the blink of an eye, the last glimmer of light in his eyes faded completely.

His aura dissipated rapidly like a punctured air sac, and finally, his body swayed and collapsed to the ground, completely returning to the dust of the world, leaving not even a trace.

No matter what pledge of loyalty or resentment, it's all useless.

The calamity ended the moment the Buddha image in one's heart transformed into the Heavenly Demon King.

Although Li Daoren knew his death was imminent, his survival instinct still drove him to make a final stand. With a sudden grit of his teeth, he pulled out a Heavenly Ruler from his robes, shrouded in purple mist and crackling with lightning!
This ruler is made of a thousand-year-old jujube wood struck by lightning. It has four sides and six facets, and each facet is intricately carved with the star map and true text of the Twenty-Eight Mansions using secret techniques, exuding a magnificent and righteous yet extremely violent aura.

The Tianpeng Ruler is closely associated with the foremost of the Four Saints of the North Pole. It possesses unparalleled power to ward off evil and deliver ghosts, and is one of the supreme tokens for wielding thunder magic and summoning divine generals.

This treasure was specially crafted for him by the Jia family at great expense as a protective artifact.

After betraying Louguan Dao, he lost the sect's seal and could no longer summon gods and generals.

However, the Jia family, with their immense power, spared no expense to obtain a new "Du Lei Fa Ling" seal from other major Taoist sects, thus completing this crucial link.

"thunder!"

Li Daoren roared and poured all his remaining magical power, and even the power generated by burning his life essence, into the Tianpeng Ruler!
Boom——!
Lightning flashed across the world! Brilliant and blazing electric snakes danced wildly, as if to tear this world, shrouded in calamity, apart completely!
Thunder is also a calamity of heaven and earth, and he intends to use this calamity to forcefully break through the other calamity!
The engravings of the Twenty-Eight Mansions were instantly illuminated, and the vast power of the stars mixed with the violent lightning transformed into an incomparably thick purple-white lightning pillar that shot into the sky to meet the descending purple-green tribulation sword!
With his solid foundation, relying on his superior cultivation and magical power, he was determined to withstand this attack even at the cost of his life!
At least... there's something to fight!

However, just a moment before the lightning pillar and the sword energy were about to collide.
puff!
Li Daoren felt a sudden, violent daze in his soul, and his vision went black. The magical power flowing around his body began to melt and dissipate uncontrollably, like snow in spring encountering the most scorching sun.
poison? !

when? !

He was bleeding from all seven orifices, especially from his eyes, which were streaming with bloody tears, making his vision blurry and blood red.

He struggled to move his eyes, trying to see who it was!
Was it Yu Yingnan, pale-faced in front? Was it that silent, towering demon of the third realm? Was it the terrifying Sword Master of Slaughter in the sky? Or was it that unfathomable "True Person"?
I'm already in such a desperate situation, why... why resort to such underhanded tactics to plot against me?!

His thoughts came to an abrupt end there.

My vision was completely plunged into endless darkness, the world in my ears became deathly silent, and my senses of smell, taste, touch... all five senses were lost in an instant.

In the final moment before his soul was completely annihilated, all he could sense were two sword lights intertwined in purple and blue, containing an aura of endless destruction. Like divine punishment, they calmly descended from the sky, precisely piercing his defenseless body and soul.

The battle is over.

Li Yingqi landed gracefully, his face as pale as snow, his breathing uneven.

After all, she had not yet broken through the second realm barrier, and her opponent was a proper cultivator from a prestigious family, a realm higher than her, far superior to any rogue cultivator from the mountains.

That last sword strike, "Yue Nu Sword Technique - Calamity," was a desperate, all-out attack that consumed a great deal of energy.

Crossing borders to defeat powerful enemies is no longer a world-shaking event in the monster-filled Baoan Hall, but every success is always a source of great joy.

Xu Xuan glanced at Yu Yingnan with a hint of approval.

The sudden collapse of Li Daoren's magical power was naturally her doing.

The "Demon-Slaying Poison" silently and subtly undermines a person's moral foundation, its timing perfectly timed.

If Venerable Poison Dragon knew that his Myriad Poison Sand would be widely used and developed after his death, he would probably be pleased.

"Same as always, clean up the battlefield," Xu Xuan ordered.

Stone King silently stepped forward and pressed his enormous palm against the ground.

The earth rippled slightly, swallowing and burying all the bloodstains and remains.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Yingnan mustered her last bit of magical power, and the Nanming Fire transformed into a pure blue stream of flames, sweeping across the entire area like mercury spilling across the ground, burning away all the remaining fragments of divine souls, aura imprints, and even resentment and death energy.

Finally, the eminent Pure Land monk, Master Fahai, stepped forward and used his supreme Buddhist compassion to deliver the souls of this place.

It quickly became much cleaner.

Our Baoan Hall's reputation for handling matters is beyond question; it's clean, efficient, and leaves no room for future trouble.

At the mouth of the Hangou Canal, high in the clouds, the Dragon King stood with his hands behind his back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, as if he had just enjoyed a wonderful drama or savored a perfectly delicious snack.

“Very good,” He murmured to himself, as if recording something, “Xu Bailian crossed the river on the third day.”

"One second-realm cultivator, seven first-realm cultivators, and dozens of second-rate evil cultivators... Tsk tsk, this efficiency is quite impressive."

"Keep trying." His gaze seemed to penetrate space and land on Xu Xuan, who was "glowing" below.

Yes, in the Dragon Lord's perception, the brilliant and chaotic causal lines around Xu Xuan were becoming more dazzling and active because of this decisive killing and "purification," as if some enormous destiny was being actively pulled and stirred by him.

That's fucking awesome.

(End of this chapter)