The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 302 Only I and Only the Dao
After being defeated and wounded in the battle between Jin Tianwang and Zhou Yan, Jin Tianwang was in Langzhong and planned to find a quiet place to find some elixirs to recover from his injuries. Suddenly, something changed before his eyes, and he was already in a dream.

Around the Golden Heavenly King were several high-ranking Taoist priests.

The Golden Heavenly King came here to 'receive' the elixir.

As the mist dissipated, a man slowly emerged. His hair was disheveled, and he exuded a cold, sinister aura. Two green snakes were coiled around his arms, and a golden ring adorned his forehead. "This grand formation is indeed extraordinary..."

"However, it is precisely because this place possesses the myth of the greatest dream legend in the human world, the 'Dream of Huaxu,' that it triggered the ancient lord's formation, which resulted in such miraculous effects..."

"It doesn't usually work this well."

The man with disheveled hair looked at the people in front of him, calmly extended his finger, and pointed to an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard. This old Taoist priest was no ordinary person. He was Qu Mingzhao, the head of the Dan Ding School of the Great Tang Dynasty Taoist sect. It was unknown why he had come to Langzhong.

As the master of a Dao lineage, he also possesses the fifth-grade realm.

His cultivation level is unfathomable.

He was a master of the classics, including the Zhouyi Cantongqi, Huangtingjing, and Baopuzi, and was renowned for over thirty years.

Entering the dream, Qu Mingzhao witnessed many wondrous methods and various supernatural powers. The highest realm of Taoism unfolded before his eyes. As a result, even a Taoist master who had cultivated diligently all his life turned pale at this moment, and his body slumped to one side as he embraced the dream.

The long-haired man smiled faintly: "After sixty years of arduous cultivation, how can you say that attaining immortality is not a tremendous desire?"

"The more a Taoist priest is attached to the practice of Buddhism and Taoism, the more likely he is to have a major flaw."

They so easily defeated all the cultivators from the Dan Ding Sect.

Normally, without the blessing of the Bai Ze Book, he would be no match for these Taoist masters. Even with the Bai Ze Book in hand, it would take a lot of effort to defeat them, unlike this easy victory.
Dreams are the mind and spirit; they stir up desires within the mind and ignite the raging fires of inner demons and the five desires.

This is truly an extraordinary supernatural power.

"It is indeed wonderful beyond words, the Illusionary Realm."

He looked at the young man standing there calmly in white robes and silver armor, with an air of composure and arrogance that seemed to indicate he had everything under control: "Let me see what you are so greedy for?"

In the Golden King's dream, there was a palace filled with boundless treasures.

Numerous treasures were arranged on it, radiating boundless precious light. The disheveled man smiled disdainfully to himself. So this was just a greedy fellow who coveted treasures. Wine, women, wealth, and power—these could be considered the most common and ordinary desires in the world.

But it's nowhere near as eager as that old Taoist priest's desire for sudden enlightenment and profound understanding of the Tao.

Then it appeared, and with a wave of its hand, countless treasures, layer upon layer of flowing light, surged toward the Golden Heavenly King, as if to say, as long as you submit, as long as you yield to this dream, all these treasures are yours.

The long-haired man transformed into a deity, smiling calmly with a mocking air.

Let me see what you really desire.
The next moment, a hand clamped down on his wrist.

The man with disheveled hair suddenly contracted his pupils.

"what?!"

! ! ! !
The man who should have been lost in the desires of his dream raised his eyebrows slightly, exuding a disdainful and arrogant indifference. Clearly, he was not lost. The disheveled man felt a chill and suddenly retreated. The dream was stirred up, with wine, women, wealth, power, Taoist scriptures, beauties, and countless supernatural powers all surging forth and rushing towards the Golden Heavenly King.

But the young man simply raised his hand and smashed it!
The fragments of the dream shattered in anger.

in reality.

Jin Tianwang's hand trembled slightly, then he suddenly raised it and grabbed the disheveled man by the neck, lifting him high. The cold man's eyes were still closed, and his consciousness seemed to be still lost in a dream, but an undeniable sharpness exploded forth.

The Golden Heavenly King closed his eyes and murmured to himself, "So many treasures, so many profound and wondrous methods, ah..."

"Granted to me?"

The disheveled man tried to break free, but the handsome general's hand was as hard as iron. He tried everything but couldn't get free, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

The Golden King slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was like a newly forged sword, carrying a sharp and unwavering coldness. He was calm and composed, and his tone carried the power of a strongman: "I want treasures so that I can be free from constraints. Why would I willingly be bound for the sake of treasures?"

"Abandoning the essential for the trivial."

"It's laughable for the weak to try to think like the strong."

“When a treasure is bestowed, it is no longer a treasure, but a chain around one’s neck. To me, all treasures are only real when they are plundered by my own hands. All that is bestowed is falsehood and is the work of a person who should be killed.”

The disheveled man could not believe it.

Why would someone who gives you a treasure be killed as an enemy?
Without the slightest hesitation, his fierce Dao heart, along with the arrogance cultivated over a thousand years, converged into killing intent, instantly filling his heart with trembling and fear.

"Spare me..."

Ga.

The disheveled man's neck was crushed, and his soul flew out. He tried to escape, but suddenly felt a chill down his back. The next moment, he was completely pierced and vanished into thin air. He was killed without a word, his soul scattered.

"Only those who can enter my dream realm possess true treasures."

The man was killed, and the many Taoists who had entered the dream were also awakened from their dream. In a daze, they saw the young man standing with his hands behind his back. They realized that this young man had saved them, so they stepped forward and bowed: "Fellow Taoist, we are members of the Dan Ding Sect."

"Thank you for saving me, fellow Daoist."

Jin Tianwang glanced sideways, not answering, his pupils gleaming with a cold golden light as he scanned the area from head to toe.

With a flick of his finger, the boxes held by these Dan Ding Sect members suddenly whistled.

An ancient sword flew directly out of the box.

Qu Mingzhao's expression changed drastically: "Our sect's treasured sword!"

He lunged forward, his magical power flowing through him, but was struck by the Golden Heavenly King's flick of his sleeve. He was already injured in a dream, and the sharp energy of the Geng metal sent him flying backward, crashing into the wall beside him. He spat out blood, his head drooping, his life hanging in the balance.

"Master!"

“Ancestor!!”

Many Taoist priests rushed over.

The Golden King was too lazy to even look at this weakling. He swept his fingers across the sword and directly learned Zhou Yan's method of forcibly breaking the restrictions. With the help of the innate Geng metal energy, he violently shattered the thirty-six major restrictions and seventy-two minor restrictions on the sword.

The ancient sword emitted a clear and melodious whistling sound.

The Taoist priests turned pale as they watched the young man suddenly appear and seize the treasure. They all trembled, thinking that they would surely perish this time. But they did not expect that the Golden Heavenly King would simply hold the sword and fly away into the air.

Kill them?

The Golden King didn't even glance at them a second time.

They regarded them as nothing more than grass and stones, not worth paying attention to at all. Their faces turned pale, and their legs went weak, causing them to fall to the ground. A Taoist priest murmured, "This is innate Geng metal energy, at least at the fourth level. The mind is firm, and it cannot be guided into a dream."

"Ruthless attack, who on earth... was it..."

The Golden King vanished into the distance, having slain a demon according to his own deliberations. Using the power of metal and wood, he forcibly extracted the demon's spiritual energy, transforming it into a white jade-like flower. "...Kunlun Qionghua."

Is this place related to Kunlun?

Jin Tianwang narrowed his eyes, shattered the flower into powder, and then transformed it into pure spiritual energy. He opened his mouth and exhaled, and the hidden injuries he had sustained from fighting An Lushan to the death and then clashing with Zhou Yan were relieved.

"Hmph, so that's how it is. The fairyland of Kunlun is actually here."

"It became the inner side of Langzhong."

After all, the Golden Heavenly King had a thousand years of cultivation, and his high level of cultivation and sharp aura were unparalleled in the world. He quickly figured out the specific situation of this place, and then he saw that there was another person guiding people into dreams, so he went there.

It was a tall man who was activating his magic power. He looked at the beauty lying on the bed with lust in his eyes, but suddenly a cold light flashed before his eyes and his arms were in excruciating pain. It turned out that the Golden Heavenly King had directly chopped off both of his arms.

As for the people around him, he didn't bother to look at them. The man who was about to be killed was initially relieved, but then he saw the tragic scene around him and screamed.

The only Taoist priest, dressed in a Taoist robe, was still holding his sword and blocking the way.

The tall man had originally planned to use the dream world, where the bodies and souls of all beings would separate, the souls sinking into the dream while the bodies remained unaware, to humiliate the women of this place. However, he had both arms cut off, and even as he screamed in agony, he couldn't help but curse, driven by his past nature:
"Who are you to dare come here and ruin our lord's plans? Once the great formation is complete, I will make sure you die without a burial place."

The Golden King severed its limbs and shaved it into a human stick.

He held a sword in his right hand and placed his left palm on the man's head, his five fingers clasped tightly.

Seeing this, the man was finally terrified and cried out, "Soul Searching and Soul Refining?! Senior, senior, spare my life! Don't shatter my soul! I, I..." This arrogant and wicked man was now terrified to the extreme.

Soul-searching and spirit-refining is an evil practice that involves shattering the three souls and seven spirits, and then extracting what one wants to know from the fragments.

The Golden King remained indifferent and unmoved, directly shattering the man's soul and violently searching for the information he needed. After a moment, he released his grip, and the man fell to the ground, his soul completely shattered, never to be reborn, dying a miserable death.

The Taoist priest trembled as he bowed and thanked him, saying, "Thank you so much, senior, for your great kindness."

Her voice was clear and melodious, with a hint of gentleness, yet she was a beautiful female Taoist priest.

The Golden King remained indifferent, not bothering to pay any attention. After searching the soul, he concluded that this place was vaguely an evil formation, using the life force of all living beings to support one person. He seemed to be deep in thought.

He has no intention of stopping it all.

but--

Those treasures, brimming with life, belong to him!
Perfect for recuperating!

Before the female Taoist priest could say anything more, the Golden Heavenly King had already taken up his sword and soared into the sky, disappearing in an instant. Only these people remained, staring at his departing figure, dumbfounded. As the Golden Heavenly King looked into the distance, he could vaguely see the turbulent changes between heaven and earth.

They glimpsed the changes in the evil formation and also saw the people in the antique shop.

King Jin found it boring.

Whether it is Zhou Yan's side or this blessed land.

This place in the world should be a hunting ground for the strong. Zhou Yan is bound by his duties and uses the strong to protect the weak, which is a foolish act of the strong being dragged down by the weak. As for the prefect and others, they are even less worthy of his attention.

So-called conspiracies and schemes are nothing more than tricks used by the weak who dare not seize things head-on.

The fairyland of Langyuan is full of opportunities and is a hunting ground!
Only the mighty can run rampant, and only the strong can act recklessly!

The sword energy surged and flowed. Jin Tianwang saw the nodes where the spiritual energy flowed within the mist. With a chilling killing intent, he said, "Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan, your life is in your own hands."

"My injuries have not yet fully healed. Hmph, there are many immortal demons formed from Kunlun immortal herbs in this place, which is perfect for recuperation."

His original spear broke during the battle with An Lushan and others.

The spear was later seized by Zhou Yan.

Now that he has regained the Dan Ding Sect's treasured sword, no matter what weapon it is, under the impetus of the innate Geng metal energy, it is still incomparably sharp and can show extremely strong lethality, wielding the sword and moving freely in the mist.

Wherever it went, all the demons and monsters were slain by the innate Geng metal energy.

The vital energy within was forcibly gathered up by the innate wood element.

It transformed into a Kunlun immortal herb, which he shattered and turned into vital energy, absorbing it into his body to restore his vitality. Because of his disturbance, the great formation that originally covered the entire Langzhong showed signs of breaking.

Inside that magnificent pavilion, the handsome young man gazed at the large array plate floating in the air.

As the great formation that had originally covered the entire Langzhong began to show cracks, layers of fissures appeared.

The handsome young man's face twisted in pain: "What's going on!?"

"Why has that third node, which might be disturbing this place, started to go berserk? It's still frantically killing mist demons, Kunlun immortal herbs, and longevity mist, directly extracting and absorbing them?!"

The handsome young man's chest heaved violently: "What a waste!"

The situation there was probably that someone had dismantled his formation and sold it for money. However, the person who appeared was so powerful and murderous that it was terrifying, rendering the formation's spontaneous counterattack completely useless.

Moreover, they seem to have quite a good eye for business.

Focus solely on the places where vital energy converges, which are the powerful monsters within the mist. After slaying the monsters, violently destroy their cores and plunder the Kunlun Immortal Herbs within to heal your injuries.

Many of the array nodes were destroyed by him in the blink of an eye.

Its behavior is completely unpredictable.

The handsome young man felt that a completely uncontrollable variable had appeared in his plan, and asked urgently, "...Where is Prefect Wang?! Why hasn't he returned yet? Why hasn't he resolved the matter?!"

"He doesn't want that treasure."

"Don't you want to save his daughter anymore?!"

now--

Prefect Wang, clad in armor and armed with weapons, led a hundred demon-transformed personal guards, yet they were unable to advance.

The Dragon Gallant Silver Spear trembled slightly, humming like a dragon's roar. The young Taoist priest, dressed in a Taoist robe, held the spear at an angle and calmly moved forward. The spear blade pressed against the ground, easily tearing a crack in the ground.

All the surrounding mist monsters were killed.

Then it transformed into a Kunlun immortal herb, which the young Taoist priest gathered into his sleeve.

The mist swirled, preventing the hundred men from taking even half a step forward.

The young Taoist priest had a clear, cool, and calm voice.

Stop here.

(End of this chapter)