Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord of the Pure Land

Author Hengyang Yanqu presents "Journey to the West: Starting with Jingfa Zhenjun" on Cola Novels.

This question came out of nowhere, carrying an indescribable weight.

The previously harmonious atmosphere in the hall suddenly froze.

Chen Jiao remained seated without swaying in the slightest.

But a barely perceptible ripple appeared in the wine glass resting on his fingertips.

Before Chen Jiao could respond, Da Yu had already taken something out of his sleeve.

It was the Xuan Yuan Ding Bo Ruler, which was jet black with faint scale patterns.

The ruler lay quietly in his rough palm, emitting a faint dark light.

Da Yu reached out and gently stroked the ruler, his fingertips tracing the fine scales, a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"You probably already know the origin of this ruler. It was transformed from the reverse scale of the ancient Xuanjiao Great Sage, and it is extremely unruly."

The Xuanjiao clan is born to control water, and this scale embodies the essence of their water magic.

His fingertips gently brushed across the surface of the ruler, as if sensing the dormant spirit within:

"Later, he followed me in water management and was nurtured by the merit of guiding hundreds of rivers. This made him less ferocious, but also more intelligent. He was no longer an ordinary magic weapon."

Yu the Great looked up at Chen Jiao and continued:

"Except for the Xuanjiao clan."

Those who can control this ruler must comprehend the true meaning of water, understand its virtue of flowing downwards, and comprehend the wonders of its transformations, in order to resonate with it and use it as easily as their own arms and fingers.

Otherwise, even a Golden Immortal would find it difficult to subdue it; forcibly urging it would only result in the destruction of the precious ruler itself.

He paused slightly, his tone revealing a mixture of emotion and unexpected joy:

"I must not leave the Water Palace without permission."

My original intention in dealing with this calamity at the Weak Water was to have Barefoot and Ao Guang take this ruler there, borrowing the ancient water-controlling mark within the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Iron to activate the ruler's spiritual power and temporarily quell the chaos.

But I never expected...

A flicker of undisguised joy and astonishment flashed in Yu's eyes:

"There are cultivators in the lower realm who can directly merge with the spirit of this ruler without relying on external objects, and use it so skillfully!"

This is truly an unexpected delight!

Chen Jiao sat quietly to the side, his expression calm and undisturbed, silently refilling the Emperor's cup with wine.

His mind was as clear as a mirror, knowing that the "powerful beings of the lower realm" that Emperor Yu spoke of were none other than his own Xuanjiao incarnation.

This matter concerns the fundamental issues, so he naturally wouldn't point it out.

Seeing that Chen Jiao remained silent, Da Yu assumed he was also pondering the mysterious cultivator from the lower realm, and thus did not delve further. Instead, he smiled and said:

"The world is vast, and many talented people emerge; it's always a good thing."

"Come on, have another drink!"

He raised his glass, his gaze sweeping over the Xuan Yuan Ding Bo Ruler once more, the look of satisfaction still lingering in his eyes.

After several cups of wine were drunk from the Nine Rivers region, the aroma of wine lingered on the table, carrying the rich scent of earth and rivers.

Yu the Great held the rough cup, his gaze fixed on the vast map of the Nine Provinces' water system on the wall. His eyes gradually deepened, as if piercing through the ages.

His voice was deep, like a surging stream in a deep pool:

In ancient times, the Xuanjiao clan was in charge of the water veins of the world, controlling clouds and rain, and dominating all waters.

Back then, who in the entire world didn't show him respect?

A faint smile appeared on Da Yu's lips, but it quickly turned into a heavy sigh:

"That Great Sage Xuanjiao traveled all over the Nine Provinces with me, dredging waterways and quelling floods. We were truly friends who had shared life and death."

He gently touched the rough side of the wine glass, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"However, prosperity inevitably leads to decline, and the calamities of heaven and earth are unpredictable."

After the decline of the demon race, the Xuanjiao race also gradually declined. When the acquired spiritual energy flourished, it completely withered away and its traces gradually disappeared from the world.

Now, it's probably impossible to find even a trace of pure blood.

Yu the Great raised his eyes, his gaze falling heavily on the True Lord's face:

"Because of my position and the many entanglements involved, I cannot personally travel throughout the Three Realms to search for the descendants of my old friends."

Young friend, you are in charge of the Thunder Palace, patrolling the four directions. If there is an opportunity…”

He paused, his tone tinged with earnestness:

"Could you please keep an eye out for any remaining traces of the Xuanjiao bloodline in the world?"

Whether you are a direct descendant or a scattered branch, please inform me if you have any information.

Upon hearing this, the air in the hall seemed to grow even heavier.

This was not an imperial edict, but a request from an old friend.

Before Chen Jiao could respond, Da Yu put down his wine cup with a soft thud.

He walked to the huge map of the Kyushu water system and stretched out his right hand, which was covered with calluses and scars.

Tap lightly on a corner of the map marked with a winding river and mountains.

Yu the Great turned to look at Chen Jiao and slowly said:

"This is one of the nine tripods I cast in the past, located at the site of the Yuzhou Tripod. You may take it yourself, young friend. If you have the right affinity, you may also obtain the other nine tripods."

"This matter has nothing to do with the laws of Heaven, nor is it related to power struggles; it is purely a matter of my own personal desires."

Da Yu gave Chen Jiao a deep look.

"If you agree, I will be extremely grateful. If it is inconvenient, please don't worry about it."

Chen Jiao sat quietly in place, his black robe appearing even more somber in the shimmering water of the room.

His gaze swept over the map of the Nine Provinces' water system on the wall, a map that bore witness to countless years and achievements, before returning to the weathered face of Yu the Great.

After a long while, he slowly picked up the untouched glass of wine in front of him, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Entrusted by the Great Emperor..."

He put down his empty glass, his voice calm yet clear:

"I've got it."

…………

Yu the Great did not speak much about the past, but only talked about the slight stagnation in the circulation of the four seas.

Chen Jiao also recounted the hidden dangers he had encountered in the lower realm regarding several water veins.

The two sat facing each other, discussing practical matters of water management and watercourse control, just like ordinary water officials discussing official business.

We finished several jugs of wine and talked for quite some time.

The wine jars from Jiuhetu on the table were empty, leaving only a faint aroma of wine, which mingled with the misty steam of the palace and slowly dissipated.

Yu the Great patted the hem of his coarse cloth robe, laughed heartily, and stood up:

"It was a delightful chat with my young friend today! Let's drink together again another day when we have more time!"

He spoke frankly and directly, without much polite persuasion, just as decisively and efficiently as he was when he was managing the floods.

Chen Jiao also rose, his black robe fluttering, and bowed to Yu the Great.

"Your Majesty, please wait. I will remember your words today."

Yu the Great stood still, nodded slightly, his gaze deep, and said no more.

Chen Jiao turned and stepped out of the hall, his black robe brushing silently across the jade floor.

Under the eaves, the Barefoot Immortal and the River God Feng Yi were still waiting. When they saw him come out, they both came forward to greet him.

Outside the palace, the waterfall roared, and water vapor sprayed onto our faces.

Chen Jiao glanced back at the Water Palace shrouded in the shimmering water, then rode on a cloud and disappeared into the depths of the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Inside the palace, Yu the Great still stood before the painting.

After a long while, he finally reached for the empty wine pot on the table, gently shook it, a smile appearing on his lips, and muttered to himself:

"He's an interesting young man."

……

After leaving the Golden Palace of Yin, Chen Jiao returned to the Thunder Department's Radiant Heaven Pivot Thunder Palace.

Halfway there, they saw banners waving and soldiers in full armor on the cloud road ahead.

Squads of celestial soldiers, clad in full armor, stood solemnly in formation, moving swiftly in silence. Their swords and spears gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Meanwhile, Dhritarashtra, holding a jade pipa, stood on a cloud, his brows furrowed, whispering instructions to his adjutant beside him, his expression solemn.