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

Inside the Hall of Fragrant Breeze, ethereal mist swirled, and jade chimes rang softly.

The Jade Emperor held a scroll of purple-sashed heavenly book in his hand, his gaze lowered, as if reviewing it, or perhaps wandering in the heavens in his mind.

The dragons coiled on the pillars of the palace shone brilliantly under the light of the pearls, making the face of the Great Heavenly Venerable, with his drooping tassels, appear even more unfathomable.

Suddenly, the sound of light, hurried footsteps came from outside the palace.

However, it was his trusted close advisor, Venus, who hurriedly entered the hall, holding a jade tablet. His brows were furrowed, and even his usually neatly combed white beard was slightly disheveled.

Venus walked to the imperial steps, bowed deeply, and spoke with an unusual urgency:

"Your Majesty, this old minister has urgent business to report!"

The Great Celestial Venerable did not raise his head; his gaze remained fixed on the words in the scroll. His vermilion brush paused slightly at his fingertips as he spoke softly:

"What is it, my dear minister, that you are in such a hurry?"

Venus took a deep breath, slowed his speech slightly, but spoke clearly:

"This old minister has just received an urgent report from the Celestial Guardian."

Outside the Thunder Palace of the Radiant Heaven Pivot, the True Lord of the Pure Law... for reasons unknown, was engaged in battle with the two war gods of the South and North Poles under the command of the Great Emperor Gouchen.

His words were concise and unembellished.

However, as soon as the words were spoken, the peaceful and ethereal atmosphere that had been flowing in the hall seemed to suddenly freeze.

Upon hearing this, the celestial officials standing in the hall all stiffened and subconsciously held their breath.

The North and South Poles... those are the five legendary war gods, with revered status and astonishing combat power.

And that Huangtian Jingfa Zhenjun is a rising star in the Thunder Department, a person highly valued by His Majesty.

Why did these people suddenly start fighting?

The Great Celestial Venerable finally stopped writing and slowly raised his eyes.

The tassels swayed gently, and the gaze beneath them was calm and unwavering, yet it seemed to freeze the air in the hall.

"Oh? What is it about?"

"Your Majesty, the details are still unclear."

Venus bowed and replied, his brows slightly furrowed:

"According to reports, the incident occurred suddenly, and the fight between the two sides appeared to be extremely intense..."

The celestial officials dared not approach, only seeing from afar the blazing lightning, the intertwining of ice and fire, and its immense power.

The Great Celestial Venerable remained silent for a moment, then gently placed the imperial brush in his hand on the jade brush mountain of the dragon desk, producing a crisp, soft sound.

His gaze swept across the misty sea of ​​clouds outside the palace, finally settling back on Venus:

"Does Gou Chen know about this?"

"The incident happened suddenly, and the matter with Emperor Gouchen... should not have been reported yet."

The hall fell silent once more, with only the incense smoke around the Cloud Platform continuing to rise slowly and steadily.

The Great Celestial Venerable gazed into the distance, lost in thought and remaining silent.

This young man has just established his foundation; today's events are merely an inevitable turmoil.

Today's decisive action will save a lot of trouble later, which is quite interesting.

Standing before the steps, Venus slightly raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of a rare smile on the face of the Great Celestial Venerable, hidden in the shadow of his tassels.

Heart can not help but move.

He had served the Emperor for countless years and could not remember the last time he had seen His Majesty with such an expression.

"His Majesty."

After a moment's consideration, Venus finally voiced his concerns:

"The Antarctic War God and the Arctic War God are, after all, important generals under the command of Emperor Gouchen, with profound cultivation and are not to be underestimated."

Although Lord Jingfa is a rising star, his ambition is at its peak... This old minister fears that if the two sides really clash, it will be difficult to control and will damage the harmony of the Heavenly Court.

Upon hearing this, the Great Celestial Venerable gently waved his hand, his voice calm and unwavering:

"It's alright. I don't think... it will come to that."

The Great Celestial Venerable pondered for a moment, then gave the following instructions:

"My dear minister, you shall go and visit the Thunder Department."

Do not interfere; simply observe from the sidelines. Do not allow the conflict to escalate or spread too far.

Venus felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

Your Majesty is clearly tacitly approving or even condoning this...

He dared not think it through and quickly bowed in response:

"Your humble servant obeys the imperial decree."

However, before he could finish speaking...

"Boom!"

A deafening, thunderous roar suddenly shattered the sky.

Following closely behind was a magnificent and domineering true intent of thunder.

They brazenly swept across the thirty-three days!

The entire Pixiang Hall trembled slightly.

The glazed tiles on the roof rustled, and the golden bricks on the ground emitted a faint hum.

On the pillars of the palace, the golden dragons that had been coiled with their eyes closed suddenly opened their eyes all at once.

Its eyes flashed with a chilling light, its dragon whiskers bristled, and it let out a low, uneasy roar.

The expressions of the several celestial officials standing at the corner of the hall changed drastically, and the jade plates and golden cups they held jingled as they nearly dropped them.

One by one, they looked around in surprise and fear.

The Jade Emperor slowly raised his head, looked at the sky outside the palace where thunder suddenly flashed and disappeared, and remained silent for a moment.

Then, the Great Celestial Venerable turned his gaze back to the solemn-faced Venus in the hall.

He exhaled softly, his voice steady yet carrying an undeniable resolve:

Go quickly.

"Don't let them both perish there."

Venus trembled, daring not to delay any longer, and bowed in agreement: "Your humble servant obeys the decree!"

Without hesitation, he turned and strode out of the hall, his figure transforming into a streak of white light and disappearing into the vast sea of ​​clouds in an instant.

Inside the hall, the Great Celestial Venerable sat alone in silence, his gaze returning to the jade scroll on the table, but he did not pick up the vermilion brush again for a long time.

The golden dragon on the pillar gradually calmed down and closed its eyes again.

Only the faint echoes of thunder from outside the palace still lingered in the air.

…………

Above the Nine Heavens Cloud Road.

A streak of crimson light tore through the clouds, and the Wind-Fire Wheels, whipping up towering waves of heat, hurtled towards them.

A streak of crimson light tore through the clouds, and the Wind-Fire Wheels, whipping up towering waves of heat, hurtled towards them.

Nezha, however, rode on his Wind and Fire Wheels, his lotus-patterned battle robes fluttering in the wind, and the Hun Tian Ling at his waist billowing like blood flames.

Suddenly, he froze.

The fiery wheels roared and churned, carving two scorched marks in the clouds.

Ten thousand miles ahead, the celestial phenomena above Leibu have undergone a dramatic change.

In the distance, blazing white lightning raged and surged, illuminating half the sky with flickering light.

The rumbling thunder was deep and oppressive, as if a giant god was wielding a hammer, constantly striking the barrier of this celestial realm.

The clouds above were torn to shreds, and the air was filled with the scorching aura of thunder's explosion.

"Good heavens, what a commotion..."

Nezha squinted and looked towards the direction of the Thunder Department, only to feel the energy surging like a boiling sea in front of him.

Even from a distance of thousands of miles away, a slight tingling sensation could already be felt.

He carefully discerned the other two intertwined auras, then suddenly sneered:

"Two against one? That's shameless!"

Before he could finish speaking, he had already turned into a streak of fire.

Not long after.

Nezha arrived at the Shulei Mansion territory.

Unbeknownst to them, three imposing figures had appeared ahead, blocking the path through the clouds like an impenetrable wall.

The one blocking the way had a commanding presence and was none other than the Thunder Commander III of the Thunder Division.

With a phoenix-like beak and fleshy wings, crimson hair and a blue body, holding a thunder drill in his left hand with a faint glow at its tip, and a golden hammer suspended above it in his right hand, he is none other than Marshal Deng, the Great God of Fire Laws.

With a red-haired, iron-faced man and silver teeth like swords, his left hand held a thunder register with its red patterns faintly visible, while his right hand held a fiery pen with flames leaping at the tip. He was none other than Marshal Xin, the fierce judge of thunder.

With red hair and a blue face, eyes like an eagle's beak, holding a black banner summoning the Thunder God in his left hand and an ancient thunder axe upside down in his right, he was Marshal Zhang, the messenger of swift news.

The three marshals stood in a row, their bodies surrounded by faintly intertwined lightning, forming an invisible barrier.

"Who dares to trespass on this sacred ground of the Thunder Department?"

Marshal Deng stepped forward, the thunder drill rose slightly, and the sound was like muffled thunder rolling through the clouds.

Nezha raised an eyebrow and sized up the three of them, his Wind Fire Wheels leaving a scorch mark in the air.

"Who do we have here? It turns out to be the three handsome men from the Thunder Commandery."

"What's going on? Chen Jiao is fighting up ahead, and you're all stopping your own brothers?"

Marshal Xin, the judge, slightly raised his pen, his face impartial and cold, and said:

"Third Prince, please wait."

We are here under the decree of the Thunder Ancestor to guard this place. The affairs here shall be handled by the True Lord of Pacifying Law.

Outsiders...must not interfere.

Nezha's lips curled into a half-smile.

He extended his thumb, first pointing to himself, then gesturing towards the figure in black robes in the distance.

The meaning is self-evident.