Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1064 The Transformation of Yin and Yang
The body, which had been completely assimilated by bestiality, was brought to a standstill by this palm strike.

A rare moment of clarity appeared in those scarlet beast eyes.

What kind of palm technique is this?
It can actually strike the deepest part of the soul and awaken the forgotten true self?
Xu Xuan grinned, revealing his regenerating pink gums, and cursed a very vulgar word: "Fuck your immortality elixir!"

Then he continued to swing his palm.

The second battle has officially begun.

This battle's special effects were far less exaggerated and dazzling than before. There was no dazzling light or collision of laws, but every palm strike and every punch contained a purer power, making it even more terrifying and frightening.

The process is also more primitive and bloody, like two primitive warriors fighting for their lives in the most savage way.

Xu Xuan's immortal skin and jade bones continued to regenerate in the Yellow Springs, only to be torn off by the violent axe energy in the next moment.

The acupoint had just taken shape when it was shattered by a deafening roar from Yayu.

Needless to say, the golden statue of the Buddha was smashed to pieces by the stone axe, and even its heart was pierced through by sharp claws several times, with its stubbornly beating heart exposed to the murky river water on numerous occasions.

Yayu, on the other hand, was constantly being struck on the head with iron palms, making a loud banging sound, and seeing stars.

The powerful monster's body was twisted into a pretzel shape by the blows, and a large amount of chaotic information was transmitted along with the force of the palm strike.

The karmic obstacles, distracting thoughts, and inner demons accumulated over the years have now become the most vicious mental attacks, causing this ancient saint unbearable suffering.

One continues to recover thanks to the effects of the elixir of immortality, while the other continues to evolve through the trials of the underworld. This is a crazy race against death.

Both sides are pushing their potential to the limit in the most extreme ways, gambling on who will collapse first.

But since they fight to the death and refuse to die, the underworld can't withstand it.

The river, which had been flowing slowly, began to accelerate and surge in a certain direction, as if the entire underworld was trying to get away from these two incredibly destructive entities.

the other side.

Standing on the shore, Shi Wang held the 'Fengdu Plantain' plant that Xu Xuan had thrown out, at a loss for what to do.

This demon king, who had weathered a thousand years of storms, was now at a loss for what to do.

The vast hell suddenly fell silent.

It was not a peaceful tranquility, but the deathly stillness before the storm.

The earth-shattering sounds of battle that had just been deafening have now all vanished, leaving only the restless gurgling of the Yellow Springs.

Before it could think any further, a violent tremor suddenly came from beneath its feet, followed by a series of tremors from deep underground, as if some enormous creature was churning beneath the earth's crust.

Not far away, the Yellow Springs River began to boil, with turbid waves constantly surging up, and the surface of the water was full of waves tearing and snapping like mad dogs.

A large amount of sand and gravel surged up, these were the dregs of memories accumulated over thousands of years, which should have been forever settled at the bottom of the river.

After a while, even more demons' stark white skeletons were knocked out, tumbling and colliding in the waves, making a teeth-grinding sound.

The blood, yellow, and bone white colors were mixed together, making it an unrecognizable mess.

The entire river was churning wildly, as if two real dragons were entangled and colliding at the bottom of the river, determined to fight to the death.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!
A series of explosive jets of water from the underworld shot into the sky, splashing murky water everywhere.

The spider lilies that were splashed with water withered and died instantly, and even their enchanting red light dimmed completely.

Chaos has broken out! Chaos has broken out in the Underworld, the hell of chasing ghosts.

Holding the Fengdu chariot in his hand, Shi Wang carefully and slowly approached the riverbank.

Despite straining their eyes, they still couldn't make out the battle raging at the bottom of the river. In the murky water, they could only vaguely see countless streams tangling wildly, each collision causing the entire Yellow Springs to tremble.

It couldn't even understand why Xu Xuan had gone mad while fighting, abandoning his protective magic treasures and jumping into the Yellow Springs. Wasn't that just actively seeking death?
This Lord's style of doing things is becoming more and more baffling.

But now, an even bigger problem has arisen.

Under the relentless impact of the battle between the two powerful figures, the ancient Yellow Springs River finally gave way, revealing a shocking breach!

Perhaps it was the immense power of the passage of time, or perhaps it was the hidden wounds left from the past battles between gods and immortals, but without anyone to care for and maintain it, this river that runs through the realms of Yin and Yang has become quite fragile.

Some eerie undercurrents gathered at the gap, beginning to accumulate unsettling power.

If the order of the underworld were still intact, those who disrupted the order of the Yellow Springs, like Xu Xuan and Ya Yu, would have long been impaled on the riverbank by the ghost messengers with steel forks, had their collarbones pierced with chains, and been dragged directly to the Great Emperor of Fengdu in the Northern Underworld for questioning.

But now the order of heaven and earth is out of balance, and the underworld is left unsupervised.

The soul-stirring and bone-melting nature of the Yellow Springs Water was stubbornly resisted by these two powerful figures, and for a time no one could cure it. They could only watch helplessly as the ancient Yellow Springs River slowly collapsed during the battle.

Stone King instinctively felt that if things continued like this, it might lead to an even greater disaster.

With a final grit of his teeth, the rock-spirited demon king finally made up his mind.

He's supposed to be my personal bodyguard, so why does he always either faint or get stuck in the ground when it really matters? He's just too unreliable!

It tucked the Fengdu car into its bosom, and the rocky body began to glow with an earthy yellow light.

Just before leaving, he subconsciously glanced at Duke Zhuang of Zheng beside him.

Eyes facing each other.

Huh? Huh?! Wusheng immediately understood the intention from the big rock's eyes; this guy was planning to drag him down with him!
He immediately took a few steps back and waved his hands repeatedly.

He's not crazy, and he doesn't want to jump to the underworld at all!
That's not something a normal person should do. As a hegemon during the Spring and Autumn Period, he still cared a lot about his dignity.

But having followed Xu Xuan for so long, Shi Wang has inevitably become corrupted to some extent.

At that moment, his rocky head was rapidly calculating:
Now, in the Yellow Springs Hell, most of the demons and monsters have been cleansed by the two instances of summoning wind and rain, and the few survivors were also killed by the aftershocks of the battle.

If Xu Xuan, Ya Yu, and himself, the three strongest, were all gone, then the Spring and Autumn Hegemon before him would become the strongest in hell.

It's obvious what would happen if an Emperor Ghost faced a vast, unclaimed hellish territory.

Even if the other party has no ambition now, they will inevitably develop ambition in an absolute power vacuum.

To completely eliminate any future problems and prevent any accidents.
You should get down!

The Stone King grabbed Wu Sheng's shoulder with a single, precise grab. No matter how much this Spring and Autumn Period overlord struggled, it was all in vain in the face of such a pure difference in strength.

"Wait! Let's talk this out!"

"I swear to Heaven that I have no disloyal intentions!"

thump!
King Shi grabbed the undignified Duke Zhuang of Zheng and jumped into the surging Yellow Springs without hesitation.

With the Fengdu chariot protecting them, the two could move freely in the river. Under the azure light, the corrosive power of the Yellow Spring water was completely isolated.

While the Yellow Springs Water can provide some protection, the aftershocks of the battle are much harder to withstand.

Before it even hit the bottom of the river, it was tossed around several times by a violent undercurrent.

Duke Zhuang of Zheng clung tightly to the stone king's arm, fearing that this unruly boulder would suddenly let go, which would be tantamount to "being forced to commit suicide"!

Only after the demon king and the ghost king had safely sunk to the bottom of the riverbed did they feel a little relieved and begin to look around.

Before my eyes was a murky mess. Besides the blood, flesh, and broken bones scattered everywhere, what was even more shocking were the fresh remnants of the souls washed up by the Yellow Springs.

Black resentment, red murderous intent, white obsession, and golden Buddha-nature—multicolored fragments of the spirit floated and sank in the river, like an overturned palette.

Stone King's heart sank.

It probably knows who left these things.

Aside from that master who practices both Buddhism and demonism, who else could produce such a "complete variety" of spiritual garbage?

Then, it led Duke Zhuang of Zheng, who was clinging tightly to its arm, along the trail of battle. This time, it should at least be present at the battlefield; perhaps it could be of some help.

For example, this dragon-shaped sword that is stuck diagonally in the riverbed.

Shi Wang hurriedly stepped forward and drew his sword, but after just one glance, he gasped in shock.

The sword's blade was covered with fine cracks, its spiritual light dimmed like a candle flickering in the wind, and the once lifelike dragon relief had become blurred.

Even if the young master returns alive, he'll probably be skinned alive by Lady White Snake.

It could already imagine the expression on the face of the white-robed emperor when he saw his beloved sword in this state.

Of course, the most important thing now is not to worry about the aftermath, but to continue searching for the person. Carefully put away the Chilong Sword, continue along the battle trail.

As it walked, it thought to itself: This shouldn't be happening.

Without the protection of 'Fengdu Cheqian', one should be unable to move an inch in the Yellow Springs. Logically, the combat range should be quite limited, so why have we fought so far without even seeing a single person?

Just as it was racking its brains trying to figure it out, it suddenly noticed something unusual.

The flow rate of the Yellow Springs has increased.

And it's not just fast, it's incredibly fast.

The river, which had been flowing gently, was now surging like galloping horses, with the riverbed trembling violently and all the water flowing in the same direction.

And the human world.

In Luoyang, many high-ranking officials and nobles felt a strange sense of unease.

This feeling came without any reason, like the low pressure before a summer downpour, weighing heavily on the heart and making one restless.

They asked each other, but no one could give a clear answer, attributing it all to the recent abnormal weather.

Deep within the palace, Emperor Jin once again felt that familiar headache.

But this time the pain was completely different from before. It was no longer a stinging pain like being pricked by needles, nor a dull pain like being burst, but a kind of pain as if someone was hitting you with a stick.

"Summon the imperial physician!"

The emperor temporarily spared the Grand Historian, who was recuperating from his injuries, and summoned the Imperial Physician in a trembling voice.

What's even more disturbing is that this anomaly is not an isolated case.

To be precise, throughout the entire Kyushu region, many heads of prominent families experienced headaches of varying degrees at the same time.

It seems that something big is quietly happening in some unknown corner.

(End of this chapter)