I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 463 The Coffin of Consciousness: The Id

"The Thunder Emperor summons——"

Zhang Xiaolin waved her folding fan again, and this time, the lightning she released was even more swift, like a silver dragon rushing straight towards Grindelwald.

Lightning bolts collided in mid-air, bursting forth with dazzling light and intense energy fluctuations.

Miss Zhang's lightning struck the water, stirring up puffs of white smoke.

But Grindelwald's lightning struck the water, seemingly activating something. The next moment, several ferocious monsters crawled out of the water—gargoyles.

No—it's not a stone statue, but a creature made of flesh and blood.

Bang—they hurled the same fleshy stone axes from Ms. Zhang's waist.

A sharp gust of wind sliced ​​through the sea.

"Armor for protection!"

An invisible armor emerged from the void.

"boom--"

A dull thud sounded.

To her surprise, cracks appeared in her Iron Armor Spell.

this--

The next moment, Zhang Xiaolin tried to use the Apparition Spell to create distance between herself and the gargoyle.

Unfortunately, this place seems to have no concept of space at all.

Her spell was like looking for cracks in a highly cohesive material; the surrounding space was a unified whole, without even a pinhole-sized gap.

She naturally couldn't activate the Apparition spell.

"Damn it—"

The Apparition spell failed, which caused her to lose some time.

The other two axes were already in front of her.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaolin had no choice but to nimbly dodge to the side, while unfolding her folding fan. The seawater in the fan formed a thick wall of water, which controlled her stone axe.

"Here you go!"

A flash of annoyance crossed Zhang Xiaolin's eyes. Then, she controlled the water flow, increasing the water pressure, and aimed at the ferocious gargoyles flying towards her. She launched the stone axe like a cannonball.

"puff--"

The stone axe was not shot out very fast.

It was even somewhat slow.

But the gargoyles were flying too fast.

He looked like he was eager to bite her neck.

The one that rushed the fastest had no time to dodge and was struck on the head by the axe, falling into the sea.

Another bird had its wing struck by a stone axe, greatly reducing its flight speed, but it still stubbornly and staggered toward her, oblivious to its impending doom.

The furthest gargoyle perfectly dodged the stone axe's attack.

However, it is still a long way from being suitable for Ms. Zhang.

That was enough for her to cast some other spells.

"They're all petrified—"

"Crushed to pieces—"

"Obstacles are numerous—"

The girl skillfully waved her folding fan, and the magic spell that shot out from the fan ribs first struck the staggering stone statue.

However, the gargoyle easily evaded the subsequent obstacle spell.

Faced with imminent danger, Zhang Xiaolin had no choice but to conjure an iron shield from the thin air to block the statue's attack.

Although the stone statues struck the shield with their sharp claws, producing a series of deep, gong-like sounds, they managed to hold it off.

"Thunder Emperor——"

In the brief interval between the statues' attacks, the witch immediately unleashed a lightning-fast spear.

The spear pierced straight through the stone statue, blasting it into a pile of rubble.

"Looks like you'll have to bring some more ruthless spells, Ionia!" Zhang Xiaolin said with a mocking smile, her long silver hair billowing wildly, her black eyes tinged with emerald green, making her look incredibly ghostly.

She stood on the gargoyle's convulsing, cracked flesh, tilted her head back, and continued to mock, "You clown who dares not show his true face, yet still claims to have some supreme will."

Bah! Bullshit willpower!

Is that all the tricks you've got?

"Oh--"

Ionia, disguised as Grindelwald, gave a cold smile.

Immediately afterwards, his body began to crack, or rather, to break apart.

It's like a blob of ink splitting into several drops.

They sank into the pale purple sea, causing turmoil in that area.

The boiling sea spewed out countless terrifying monsters.

A dense swarm of purple, eight-eyed giant spiders.

A Dementor that blots out the sky.

The Selma Lake Monster (a giant sea serpent) with its body wreathed in fine flames.

The one who wields the lightning whip.

An ancient puppet wielding a long sword.

There are also giant dragons that breathe blue-white flames.

There were even a few human-headed lion-bodied scorpion-tailed beasts and river monsters.

In the blink of an eye, countless enemies appeared in front of Meteor Hill.

Under a false starry sky, the end of the world arrives.

The only ray of sunlight shone on Zhang Xiaolin.

It was like a candle in the wind, so faint that it seemed it would go out at any moment.

Loneliness, gloom, and death filled the entire battlefield.

"Is this method sufficient?"

A muffled sound came from among the monsters.

With mockery and contempt.

"Depend on--"

Zhang Xiaolin's eyes widened.

I wanted to slap myself. Why did I have to provoke him?

"All right--"

"All right!"

The witch's lips twitched slightly.

She knew she had to do everything in her power.

"Is it really that big of a scene?"

Her gaze revealed a resolute determination. She lowered her head and then glanced at the folding fan in her hand.

"Put Your God on the shield!!"

The silvery light swirled on her folding fan, and a nimble black bird spread its wings and took flight from the painted fan.

The witch infused a portion of her will into the black bird.

This is an advanced application of the Guardian Charm. With the Guardian Charm imbued with the consciousness of a wizard, it can perform tasks such as delivering messages and guiding the way without needing to cast spells.

The black bird charged into the enemy formation with unstoppable momentum.

Immediately, a large number of Dementors and Deadborn were attracted to it, and the two sides became entangled in battle.

"Looks like I'll have to resort to some unorthodox magic."

Zhang Xiaolin shook her head. "The teacher definitely won't like this move."

"Because this move isn't a magic technique that you learn too easily."

The girl closed the folding fan.

This folding fan was made from the trunk of the sycamore tree that grows on the top of Taixue Mountain.

It is about fifteen inches long and two or three inches thick.

Her phoenix tail feather wand was embedded in it.

This is a very precious ritual implement.

That ancient sycamore tree contained immense magical power, allowing her to easily conjure all sorts of creatures, and its enhancement of her shapeshifting abilities reached an exaggerated level.

This was a coming-of-age gift from her teacher, but now she simply reached out and dismantled the entire folding fan.

The witch took out her wand, and threw the rest of the sycamore wood frame of the folding fan away.

The paulownia wood fell into the pale purple sea and transformed into some kind of array.

They sank into the sea in the pattern of the Three Talents Formation.

A faint fluorescent light appeared.

Miss Zhang held the phoenix tail feather magic wand and waved it gently, causing the tip of the wand to flash with a dazzling golden light.

Three strips of yellow paper emerged from her sleeve and hung above the paulownia tree.

In an instant, the paulownia wood was lit, just like a stick of incense.

The girl holds two fingers of her left hand upright in front of her chest.

With his right hand, he drew countless ancient magic runes in the air.

The gilded hieroglyphs, like living tadpoles, shimmer with golden light as they fall into a pale purple sea.

"The path of humanity is boundless, the path of immortals is vast and boundless; the path of ghosts is joyful, at the gate of life, the path of immortals values ​​life, the path of ghosts values ​​death."

The path of immortals is always auspicious, the path of ghosts is always inauspicious; the highest and purest is beautiful, a mournful song echoes through the vast sky.

"I only wish to attain immortality, not to be impoverished in the human realm."

Three thick bolts of lightning struck down from the sky, and ripples began to spread across the surface of the pale purple sea, as if something was awakening from the depths of the ocean.

Immediately afterwards, three intense beams of light burst forth from the seabed, shooting straight into the sky and illuminating the surrounding sea as if it were daytime.

"The heavens are in a state of great harmony—my Way is flourishing!"

As Zhang Xiaolin finished reciting.

The burning paulownia wood suddenly shot straight into the sky from the water.

The yellow paper that wrapped them transformed into building blocks for constructing flesh and blood.

In an instant, the yellow paper transformed into three imposing deities.

The first to step forward was a giant with his upper body bare and his body engulfed in flames.

The giant was six or seven meters tall.

His physique was imposing, like a majestic mountain standing between heaven and earth.

His body was as hard as bronze, with well-defined muscles, a broad face, and bright, piercing eyes.

Her hair, still hot as fire, fluttered in the wind.

Those eyes, radiating a faint golden glow, fell upon Zhang Xiaolin.

Upon seeing this, the girl quickly bowed and made a gesture of respect.

The giant nodded.

His gaze fell upon the battlefield filled with demons.

"Hahaha--"

The giant laughed three times, his chest resonating powerfully; this simple laughter alone was enough to kill countless demons.

Then the giant strode toward the battlefield, his hands seemingly possessing the strength of ten thousand pounds, his golden eyes revealing supreme majesty. With a casual grab, he seized the flame-wrapped Lake Selma monster and held it in his hand.

Then, with a forceful tug, it tore the Lake Selma monster in two.

He tossed it aside casually.

Immediately afterwards, he stomped his foot hard again.

In an instant, waves surged up, easily killing many eight-eyed giant spiders.

Then, the fragrance of another paulownia tree emanated a bright light.

In an instant, the yellow paper formed the image of the next majestic figure.

He was a tall, angular man who stood there like an ancient pine tree standing proudly between heaven and earth.

His thick, black hair swayed gently in the wind. He had strong arms, one hand holding a longbow and the other holding a lightning-fast arrow made of pure power.

The man was over two meters tall, but seemed somewhat less imposing than the previous one.

But his eyes were unusually bright as he looked up at the arrogant dragon circling high in the sky.

Although the man did not show any expression, one could still sense a mocking intent in his eyes.

Having said that, the man drew his bow and nocked an arrow, pulling the bow back to its full length, and shot out a meteor-like strike.

"roar--"

The dragon sensed the danger and raised its head to breathe out its dragon breath.

The raging flames, like a waterfall, poured down from the high sky.

The meteor pierced through the clouds, its immense power even stirring up the dragon's flames, causing them to disperse.

Clearly, the dragon had no idea that the arrow would be so powerful.

By the time it realized what was happening and tried to flap its wings to avoid it, it was too late.

The meteor strike pierced its skull in an instant.

Before it could even let out a roar, the dragon lost all its life and fell from the sky.

"Wow—amazing—truly invincible!"

Miss Zhang's eyes lit up; she was so captivated by her magnificent ancestors that she was practically drooling.

She knew that using paulownia wood that had been used for thousands of years could greatly enhance the power of this spell.

But she has never actually tried it, so how could she know the true power of the summoning spell under its blessing?

It should be noted that even ordinary Kunlun Xu students don't know how to use this kind of divine invocation magic.

Even if it could be used, what would be summoned would only be ordinary soldiers or armored warriors.

The expert wasn't interested in children's fights.

He might be the first wizard in the Ming Dynasty's magical world in hundreds of years to summon such a powerful ancestor.

Zhang Xiaolin initially looked smug.

After all, who can do these things so easily?

"No wonder—no wonder those guys from Kunlunxu have been able to fight against the Imperial Academy for thousands of years."

Kunlunxu and Chang'an Imperial Academy have never gotten along.

The students of Kunlunxu felt that the Imperial Academy was too worldly and had lost the mystery that a shaman should have.

The students of the Imperial Academy, however, thought that Kunlunxu was a bunch of charlatans who were just swindling people everywhere.

The two schools have been competing with each other ever since they were established.

Therefore, the Master was very averse to the students of the Imperial Academy learning the magic of Kunlunxu. However, if you really did learn it, he would at most make a few sarcastic remarks to you, but there would be no real punishment.

Ultimately, Kunlunxu is a magic school of the Ming Dynasty. Although the two schools are in competition, they share the same lineage. Outside the school, students from both schools address each other as senior students.

"Back in the day, Zhang Tianshi could conjure soldiers from beans; that magic could produce armored warriors. Though perhaps not that powerful."

"Hmm—it's all the old master's fault—Kunlunxu's magic works quite well, why didn't he let his students practice it? He's really gone stupid from reading too much, always spouting nonsense about strange phenomena and supernatural beings."

Looking at the majestic and awe-inspiring ancestors before her, Zhang Xiaolin felt a sense of pride and satisfaction.

However, she quickly realized what he meant and pondered, "So, the Master gave me three paulownia trees because he foresaw that I would encounter such danger in the future?"

The girl rubbed her chin. Legend has it that the celestial masters of Kunlun Mountain were all proficient in the I Ching and divination. It was not unreasonable for them to have foreseen that she would face this calamity.

"But—now I've really become like Sun Wukong, using my three life-saving hairs like this."

"My heart aches for you—"

Ms. Zhang clutched her chest, all the excitement on her face vanished.

Such a precious treasure was used like this.

I wonder if the old master still has any left—I could get another hundred or two hundred myself.

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The battle on the sea has reached a fever pitch.

Countless monsters were easily wiped out by the two great gods.

But the monster's corpse will revive after falling into the sea.

This back-and-forth pulling continued for a long time.

Zhang Xiaolin glanced at it; it was the last one in the Three Talents Formation.

A quarter of that paulownia tree has already burned.

The ancestors that can be summoned have not yet appeared in the world.

This puzzled her, and surprised her even more.

Which fascinating ancestor is it that is so difficult to invite?

Countless names flashed through her mind.

But she rejected them all.

On the other side—the monsters launched a full-scale attack.

Sea serpents, dragons, eight-eyed giant spiders, lion-headed scorpion-tailed beasts, and river monsters.

Wait—countless dark creatures, like moths drawn to a candle flame, swarmed towards her like a tidal wave.

The sheer number of them was so overwhelming that the two experts were momentarily overwhelmed.

Finally, the last burning paulownia wood glowed with golden light.

The next second, countless sheets of yellow paper split into countless pieces as if going crazy, and a tornado blew the yellow paper away.

As if snow were falling, yellow paper was falling all over the world.

The yellow paper was gathered together, shaped like a chicken egg, and round like a pellet.

It is like a shell encasing yellow. The scent of incense lingers on it, and it floats on the water.

Then, a heartbeat like a war drum suddenly came from inside the egg.

The sound grew louder and louder.

Suddenly, cracks appeared all over the egg.

The next moment, as if cleaved by some sharp weapon, a towering giant appeared on the pale purple sea with a loud bang.

His figure was incredibly majestic, seemingly tens of meters tall. Standing at his feet and looking up, it was as if this figure was supporting the entire sky.

His physique was as imposing as a mountain, and every muscle seemed to contain boundless power.

The giant slowly turned his head and looked at Zhang Xiaolin.

The girl was stunned.

A resolute and profound face was reflected in her dark pupils.

His brows held the vicissitudes of time and the mystery of the beginning of creation.

"Pangu?"

Ms. Zhang finally couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Good heavens—she actually summoned Pangu from the gods?

How could this be—no—this isn't scientific, it's not magic!

But before her eyes—the giant who seemed to be connected to heaven and earth turned his head away leisurely after glancing at the girl.

Then, he picked up the giant axe in his hand and swung it at the dark creature in front of him.

With a single strike, the entire pale purple sea seemed to explode like thunder!

The ocean was cleaved into a deep trench that was impossible to see through.

The distant Meteor Hill was also cleaved in two by this axe blow.

In an instant, the earth shook and mountains crumbled, and countless pebbles fell from the sky and into the sea.

Nearly half of the hill collapsed.

"My God—" Miss Zhang had stopped thinking and was in a state of detachment from her body.

Shock is an understatement to describe her feelings at that moment.

Ecstasy—that's right!

"Hahaha—although I don't know why I managed to invite Pangu, but—haha—with the three great gods Kuafu, Houyi, and Pangu by my side, I'm going to be invincible! If I were outside, I'd immediately prepare to ascend the throne as the Queen of the Earth—hahaha." The girl laughed so hard she could barely stand up straight, and then she started coughing violently.

But after coughing, she laughed again.

Unfortunately, that's still a long way off—if it were twenty years from now, Miss Zhang would definitely be singing "How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible".

"Hey you over there, you ephemeral creature, ignorant of the cycle of life and death, I—no—I, the professor—ah, no—I, your grandma, am warning you, surrender now! Confess and you'll be treated leniently, resist and you'll be punished severely."

Zhang Xiaolin felt as if she were bathed in a spring breeze, and she raised her head so high that she looked directly at the stars in the sky.

She stood behind the three gods, exuding an imposing and majestic aura.

There was no two in the limelight for a while.

Unfortunately—these monsters from the darkness have no sense of reason whatsoever.

They continued their frenzied attack on the girl.

Although the battle was a one-sided massacre.

No matter what kind of monster flesh and blood transform into, none of them can match the three great gods.

They squawked and killed indiscriminately, Zhang Xiaolin was in charge of squawking, and her fascinating ancestors were in charge of the indiscriminate killing.

Gradually, the roars of the dark creatures on the battlefield ceased.

Everything has settled down.

No matter how many resurrection coins you throw, your enemy hasn't even shown their health bar; they're completely invincible. What can you do?

Besides cursing it as a trash game with tons of bugs, what else can you do?

(End of this chapter)