Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 919 The Pressure of Getting Ashore

Xu Xuan had little interest in this kind of "ancient negotiation".

Just as he would never openly challenge the Dragon King of Crickets in the Yangtze River system, he also did not think it was a wise choice to send people to fight that monkey in the Huai River's home territory.

Whether monkeys can fight or not can be determined by looking at the battle that just took place on the Huai River. This kind of thing obviously needs to be considered carefully.

Although the protagonists in the stories are mostly full of hardships, fighting beyond their level is as easy as eating and drinking, and crossing a major realm to kill enemies is as casual as eating and drinking.

But right now, the distance to cross... I'm afraid I can't even do a split.

If an emergency is truly needed, the only option is to summon the monk Qingyou from Shu and offer him as a sacrifice to the Lord of Calamity of the Huai River.

This will ignite a full-scale war between Buddhism and the ancient aquatic apes; let's see if a special attack on monkeys will be effective.

Okay, even if he could instantly come up with a number of plans, whether reliable or outrageous, the most crucial question is whether that calamity-bringing ruler of the Huai River would give him that time.

Xu Xuan felt that he was probably not far from death.

"It will be given." The voice of the incarnation of King Yu rang out at the right time, and his tone was actually quite certain. "You can arrange to fight again in six months or a year."

Ok?
Xu Xuan looked up abruptly, thinking he had misheard.

"It's a demon race, it's lived for countless tens of thousands of years. What is a long year or two for us is just a blink of an eye for them. Waiting a little longer is not a big problem."

The avatar of King Yu paused, then added, his tone slightly awkward: "Of course, any longer might not be possible... After all, that monkey's temper is indeed a bit too explosive."

Leaving such a life-or-death calamity for future generations of the human race, and suddenly placing the pressure of millions of lives on both sides of the Huai River on the shoulders of a young man, even King Yu himself felt somewhat embarrassed.

But looking at the present, apart from this young man who is entangled in karma yet manages to create miracles time and again, He really can't find another person to entrust this matter to.

Are we supposed to rely on those scoundrels outside who are ordered to seal off the Yuwang Palace and prohibit the people from worshipping their ancestors?
However, just as King Yu felt guilty, he noticed that the young man's eyes changed instantly after hearing those words.

The dejected aura of "I'm doomed" vanished, replaced by an indescribable brilliance that returned to his eyes.

He seemed to... come back to life all of a sudden?
"A year...that's alright, that's alright."

Xu Xuan breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

I had just fallen into a cognitive trap, trapped by a distorted concept of time.

I subconsciously thought that this kind of "fight" would last no more than ten days or half a month.

Looking back on my three years of cultivation, I realized that the pace was ridiculously fast and the frequency of battles was frighteningly high. I had been fighting my way through almost the entire time, and I had overlooked the true time scale of the cultivation world.

Using years as a unit is the norm in the world of Xianxia (fantasy martial arts).

How can we fight to the death every day?

Which prestigious sect doesn't hold its grand sect competition only once every sixty years?
For example, in the novel "Zhu Xian", the Qingyun Sect holds a seven-seven martial arts competition that only comes around once every sixty years.

Another example is the sword fight between good and evil in the Legend of Shushan Swordsmen, which is closely related to the calamities of heaven and earth. It often takes decades to brew before each side sends out their disciples to settle the karmic debts.

Thinking about it this way, the pressure instantly lessened a lot.

After all, I am a demon from beyond the realm, with maximum growth potential!
Given enough time to develop, I still have the ambition to "surpass my ancestors," no matter what ancient demons or the calamity of the Huai River.

"In that case, I'll go now..." Xu Xuan relaxed and was about to discuss the follow-up arrangements with the incarnation of King Yu in detail when, before he could finish speaking, a sudden alarm bell rang in his spiritual sense!

An extremely violent, ferocious, and terrifying aura, seemingly originating from the primordial era, appeared in my senses without warning.

Moreover... we have already arrived at the main gate of Yuwang Palace!
"Um?!!"

Xu Xuan felt a chill run down his spine and abruptly turned his head to look behind him.

All the heavy gates of the five courtyards of Yuwang Palace were wide open!

The once imposing Tuen Mun soldiers standing guard outside the gate had vanished without a trace.

At the deepest entrance, a white-haired monkey, not particularly large but exuding an overwhelming ferocity, stood quietly.

Its fur was as white as snow, but its eyes, like molten gold, burned with a fury that seemed capable of incinerating everything, coldly gazing into the hall.

It didn't squat in the Huai River to wait at all.

A deep, oppressive voice, like rolling thunder, entered the hall and struck Xu Xuan's heart:

"I'm already here."

The monkeys just walked ashore looking so fresh and clean?!
No!

This is wrong!

Xu Xuan stared in shock at the menacing white-haired monkey at the door, then abruptly turned to look at the incarnation of King Yu beside him, his eyes filled with accusation: Aren't you going to explain?!
"Monkeys can get ashore, so what?" The avatar of King Yu was somewhat puzzled by Xu Xuan's overreaction. His tone was matter-of-fact, "The limitation of an avatar is that the farther it is from the Huai River, the harder it is to mobilize the Huai River's primordial power. But its own overwhelming demonic power won't disappear; otherwise, what's the use of creating such an avatar?"

Xu Xuan: "..."

This is not quite what he imagined!
It seems that using the Dragon King as a reference point was somewhat presumptuous.

The limitations of the hair clones aren't that great... That's really bad information.

Wuzhiqi completely ignored the turmoil in Xu Xuan's heart.

He sensed an unfamiliar presence in the Yuwang Palace and guessed that it was probably the "very capable friend" that Yuwang had mentioned.

With His explosive and impatient nature, like the raging torrents of the Huai River, He could not possibly wait patiently for any appointed time; He immediately rushed forward himself.

And then I saw the result!
That human brat who caused trouble near Xuyi a few days ago, and who still has a trace of Yu the Great's power on him that displeased Him!
That's it?

Disappointed, extremely disappointed.

He acknowledged that the aura emanating from this human being was exceptionally complex, its entanglements of cause and effect so profound that they were an anomaly in the universe, like a walking fog.

His physical strength is quite impressive among humans, and his spiritual power is also exceptionally abundant and refined...

But that's it?

The difference between us is like the difference between clouds and mud!
How could someone with such cultivation possibly take the place of Yu the Great in battle?

In fact, you can't feel the pure, tenacious, and courageous fighting spirit of those ancient human warriors who dared to face gods and demons!

What about Gengchen? Where is that descendant of the wind god who once fought against Him?

Where is Yi? Where is that ruthless man who shot down the sun with his arrows and slew the demon god?
If all else fails, let Tong Lü or Wu Muyou, those two good-for-nothings who followed Yu the Great around back then and, though looked down upon by him, at least experienced bloody battles, take action!
This newly born human race has never even witnessed the true turmoil of the Huai River, and has no idea how terrifying and ancient His power is!
Could it be... another trick played by Yu the Great's old rival?!

Thinking of this, Wuzhiqi's anger burned even brighter, and his molten gold eyes almost spewed out tangible flames.

Huai River, Turtle Mountain.

At the very bottom of this majestic mountain range lies a dark and unfathomable body of water, forever untouched by mortals, a place of eternal stillness and desolation.

Eight massive chains, as thick as mountain ranges, extended from the dark depths of the water.

At one end, they are firmly locked to an ancient and mottled stone well; at the other end, they are like the roots of a giant tree, deeply embedded in the core of the earth's veins and water veins.

The chains were engraved with ancient, lost shamanic script and mysterious patterns formed by nature, each mark containing a terrifying power of suppression and sealing.

And inside that well, a seemingly thin figure was imprisoned.

It remained motionless, as if it had long since become one with the cold well wall and the silt at the bottom of the river.

Thick silt covered its surface, and dark algae grew on it, like a decaying shroud draped over it by the years.

It has maintained this posture for thousands of years.

He was once the absolute ruler of the Huai River, and in a single thought, he unleashed a mighty torrent, causing the Huai River to change course and bisect the north and south.

His consciousness once reigned supreme, sweeping across ancient times, from south of the Tongbai Mountains to the vast and boundless Yunmeng Marsh, and even reaching the source of the Xiang River.

The vast land and endless waters were once His territory, and all the spirits and monsters knelt down and submitted to Him.

Trapped here for thousands of years, anger is His only sustenance, solitude is His eternal companion, He has never fallen into slumber, and His raging fury never goes out.

At that moment, he suddenly opened his eyes!
Two cruel golden beams of light suddenly shone from the pitch-black, lifeless seabed, reaching the heavens and the earth!

The thick layer of silt and algae covering its entire body was instantly shaken away, revealing the fur beneath that shimmered with an eerie light.

The eight giant chains binding his body tightened abruptly due to the sudden, violent movement, emitting a teeth-grinding "scratching" sound. The terrifying metallic scraping sound even penetrated the layers of water and traveled thousands of miles away!
Right here in Tushan! Right here in the Yuwang Palace! Right here in front of the incense statue of Yu the Great!

That single hair became the perfect vessel. The immense power and boundless fury accumulated over countless ages by the original body at the bottom of Turtle Mountain Well descended with a thunderous roar!
A huge, twisted phantom, composed of pure demonic power and will, shot into the sky from the white-haired clone and expanded rapidly!

The illusory chains rattled around the phantom, as if they were still tightly bound together.

Its body grew enormous, its ferocious head seemed to pierce the dome of the Yuwang Palace, its molten gold eyes glared angrily, and huge, snow-white fangs protruded from its mouth. Its fists slowly clenched, causing countless rushing and roaring illusions to appear in the surrounding void!
The vast and magnificent water system is entangled around this terrifying ape demon phantom that seems to be as tall as the Nine Mountains.

It surged wildly, roaring like thunder and lightning!
The white giant ape's true form was an illusory shadow, towering majestically, and it was level with the entire Tushan Mountain!
Its shadow instantly enveloped the entire Yuwang Palace, and even the Huai River at the foot of the mountain, in a suffocating and terrifying pressure.

Its enormous golden eyes, as large as a temple, coldly gazed down at the tiny, ant-like creatures below.

The gaping maw slowly opened, revealing sharp, white teeth as jagged as mountain rocks. A deep, destructive roar shook the heavens and earth.

(End of this chapter)