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

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East Hall.

Chen Jiao flicked his sleeves and closed the palace doors.

Several streaks of light flew out from his sleeves, disappeared into the corner of the hall, and transformed into layers of water-like restrictions, completely isolating the internal and external energies.

He then took out the [Mysterious Netherworld Heavy Water Spirit Pearl] and hung it on the ceiling of the hall. The pearl shimmered with a faint light, transforming into a thin curtain of water that enveloped the entire hall.

Finally, circles of tranquil cloud patterns were etched into the ground.

The glow of the luminous pearls on the four walls softened, making the dark patterns on his black robe appear like ripples on deep water.

With everything arranged, Chen Jiao sat cross-legged on the cold jade couch, first adjusting his state to perfection, and then taking out three spiritual items and placing them in front of him.

A piece of dark jade-like "Chenbi", a bottle of colorless, misty "Wugen Yunlin", and a drop of flowing azure "Wanzai Kongqing".

He closed his eyes and focused his mind, observing his inner dantian.

The golden elixir hovered in the dantian, its surface covered with dense Dao patterns like a spiderweb, faintly radiating a crimson-gold luster. A spark of pure Yang fire, like a hibernating dragon raising its head, was poised to awaken.

Chen Jiao immediately relaxed his mind and stopped suppressing the pure yang fire that had been accumulating for a long time.

The Dao patterns on the surface of the Golden Core suddenly lit up, and the inner fire within was quietly ignited.

At first it was just like a spark, but it quickly turned into a prairie fire.

The scorching heat emanated from within, causing Chen Jiao's black robes to flutter without wind, and sparks to flicker at the tips of his hair.

This is precisely the sign of the initial ignition of the elixir.

Just at the critical moment when the firepower was about to increase but had not yet increased.

Chen Jiao activated the [Eternal Azure Sky] and floated out of the glass bottle, holding it in his palm. Immediately, a wisp of pure water essence rose up and slowly enveloped it.

It melts upon contact with water, transforming into a warm, bluish light that flows along the meridians.

At first, it is like a spring stream nourishing a barren bank, and the meridians along its course feel subtly swollen.

Then, like an old tree sprouting new branches, the dormant acupoints and cavities were awakened one after another.

Chen Jiao closed his eyes and looked inward, and saw that the water element and the wood essence were mutually generating and complementing each other within his body.

The kidney's vital energy, nourished by the wood element, gradually warms up, while the liver's wood energy, moistened by the true water, flourishes even more.

The demonic energy, which had been somewhat sluggish due to the suppression of the elixir fire, now became smooth and flowing again.

Stimulated by the mutually reinforcing energy of water and wood, the cinnabar fire calmed down. Its flame color changed from red to blue, and its calcining power became increasingly refined. Although the fire was strong, it appeared more docile.

Chen Jiao understood immediately; this was precisely the beauty of using the softness of water and wood to temper the hardness of cinnabar fire.

He calmed his mind and slowly guided this ever-flowing energy to circulate within his body.

Nine days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The effects of the azurite gradually weakened, while the fire of the elixir reignited.

The scorching flames erupted, instantly engulfing the limbs and bones.

Chen Jiao's skin turned reddish and was covered in fine beads of sweat, which were then evaporated into white mist by the high temperature.

His face was calm, his hands formed a mudra, he carefully guarded the clarity of his mind, and let the elixir of immortality refine his meridians.

Another month has passed.

When the fire is at its most intense.

Chen Jiao took the [Sinking Jade] and held it in his palm. A vast amount of water essence poured down, like the Milky Way pouring into the alchemy room.

However, the fire in the elixir did not extinguish upon encountering water; instead, it was aroused to become ferocious, with flames dancing wildly as if trying to break free of their restraints.

At this critical moment.

Inner demons suddenly arise, and external fire rages while inner fire burns fiercely.

Chen Jiao remained unmoved, opened the jade bottle, and took the [Rootless Cloud Rain] into his mouth.

When this substance enters the body, it does not cause a sensation of heat or cold, but rather feels like a silent drizzle falling upon a boiling mind.

He sat upright like a pine tree, but his mind had already fallen into a state of chaos and confusion.

Former enemies come wielding swords, and countless temptations of the Great Dao manifest. Past cultivation has been arduous, and the future path is fraught with peril; all sorts of distracting thoughts entwine the heart like poisonous vines.

The scene before my eyes was distorted.

Tiger Demon King, wielding a red copper sword, charged forward with a blazing demonic aura, roaring, "Dragon Demon, prepare to die!" The sword's wind was fierce, as if it would tear him to shreds.

Then, the Venerable Xuan Guang soared through the air on his sword, sword light raining down, his cold shout echoing through the heavens: "Demon, you have ruined my path and insulted my Sword Pavilion! Die!"

The Azure-Scaled Demon Lord soared through the clouds and spat out his tongue, while the Golden-Feathered Demon Lord flapped his wings and let out a long cry.

Chen Jiao sat upright in the fire, not even lifting his eyelids.

The Tiger Fiend Greatsword vanished without a trace upon touching him within three feet. The rain of swords from the Mysterious Light Master was also dissolved into nothingness.

The azure scales and golden feathers vanished with a single thought.

The enemies encountered by this Xuanjiao incarnation were nothing more than ants in his current perspective.

Countless demonic shadows, like reflections in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, shattered silently.

Suddenly, celestial music drifted in, and a strange fragrance filled the air.

Princess Wansheng, her colorful robes fluttering, her eyes sparkling, leaned closer in softly: "Fellow Daoist, your supernatural powers are unparalleled; I wish to stay by your side forever..."

Then Ao Ying, the Dragon Girl, arrived, her demeanor dignified yet her eyes filled with affection, and she gently took his sleeve:

"The seas are vast, the palace is magnificent; I wish to explore the Great Dao together with fellow Daoists..."

Even more captivating were the three flower fairy sisters, their flowing robes and graceful dances, their sweet voices touching the very core of one's heart:

"My lord, the pursuit of immortality is a lonely affair; why not seize the day and enjoy life?"

She was surrounded by countless beautiful fairies and maids, their soft and fragrant bodies displaying their exquisite beauty.

Chen Jiao remained unmoved; he could enjoy the pleasure for a moment, but it was difficult to stir any ripples in his heart.

No matter how charming and beautiful she may be, I remain true to my heart.

All the beauties faded in an instant, and the beauties turned into wisps of smoke and dissipated.

Before the warmth of her gentle embrace had even faded, the scene before her eyes changed once more.

But then one sees ten thousand demons coming to pay homage, and immortals bowing their heads. The majestic demon court stands tall, with the throne hanging empty, as if awaiting its master.

However, it is a reflection of one's own mind, a delusion of the Great Dao.

A grand voice echoed in Chen Jiao's ears, proclaiming him to be the Heavenly Mandate Demon Emperor, destined to rule over all demons under heaven, enjoy supreme honor, and attain eternal freedom.

Ten thousand demons bowed their heads, banners fluttered like a forest, and a deafening roar of worship shook the heavens and the earth: "Greetings, Demon Emperor!"

Beside him stood a group of great demon saints, each holding an imperial seal:

"Establish the supreme demon court, rule over all demons, gather the destiny of the demon race into one's own body, and achieve the supreme position of demon emperor."

Ascending to this position and wielding this power, I share the rule of the demons and gods of the Three Realms with the Jade Emperor. No demon in the world dares to disobey, and no god or Buddha in the heavens dares to be disrespectful...

Now that everything is readily available, isn't that far better than long, arduous cultivation and an uncertain future?

Chen Jiao's gaze lingered on the Demon Emperor's throne for a moment, a slight ripple appearing in his eyes.

To be called the Demon Emperor and rule over all directions is indeed the path that this Xuanjiao (mysterious dragon) desires to take in the future.

"The throne of the Demon Emperor..."

He silently recited it to himself, a smile that seemed both mocking and arrogant curling at the corners of his lips:

"If that day ever comes, it will be earned through my own fists and spears, not bestowed upon me by your inner demons."

It should be that I am the Demon Court, not that the Demon Court bestowed it upon me.

This thought, once it arises, is like a sword of wisdom slashing down.

The magnificent scene of the glorious demon court and the worship of all demons was frozen in an instant, and then shattered like glass, turning into billions of points of light and disappearing into nothingness.

All illusions vanished, the elixir suddenly became pure, revealing the true nature of reality.

However, the ethereal Daoist aura of [Rootless Cloud Rain] has not yet spread out at this moment.

Chen Jiao's Daoist heart is pure, and he has already seen that all phenomena are empty.

The mind, though restless and distracted for a moment, dissolves into the formless silence.

This way of externally controlling the true fire and internally calming the mind, achieving unity between the inside and outside, is the true path to transcending tribulation.

The mind returned to clarity, and only the golden elixir quietly rotated in the pure elixir fire. Deep within the cracks, a glimmer of spiritual light shone even brighter.

All those illusions he had just witnessed were like reflections in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water—oblivious to them, leaving no trace.

at the same time.

The previously selected auxiliary spiritual materials also dissolved, their pure medicinal power permeating the body and bones, stabilizing the physical body and meridians after being tempered by the alchemical fire.

I don't know if a day or several months have passed.

The surface of the golden pill is cracking more and more.

Finally, there was a soft "click".

A warm and pure white light shone through the crack.

The cracks spread rapidly, and the entire golden core peeled off like an eggshell.

An infant, barely an inch tall, with features identical to Xuan Ling's, was curled up inside, radiating a gentle yet powerful life force.

The nascent soul has been formed.

The baby opened its eyes, its gaze clear.

It gently stretched its body, absorbing all the remaining outer shell of the golden core, and its form became more solid. Then it sat quietly in the center of its dantian and began to breathe on its own.

The lingering essence of the alchemical fire, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, converged and transformed into a wisp of pure yang origin, merging into the nascent soul.

Even after achieving Nascent Soul, Chen Jiao did not relax.

He picked up the remaining spiritual items beside him: a piece of smooth and lustrous [Qi Nourishing Spirit Jade] and three [Condensing Essence Pills] shrouded in purple mist, and slowly activated their power.

The 【Pure Qi Nourishing Spirit Jade】suspends above the nascent soul, casting a soft, clear glow, like moonlight cleansing and refining.

The [Condensing Essence Pill] then transforms into three streams of purple energy, which circulate along the meridians to nourish the newly born nascent soul.

The infant was bathed in the clear purple light, and its body gradually became radiant.

Just as Chen Jiao was guiding the medicinal power through his body, the nascent soul opened its eyes and gently guided its small hand towards the depths of its dantian.

A wisp of green light flew out from the dantian, transforming into a translucent azure-gold sword pellet the size of a longan.

It was the sword pellet, Azure Frost.

It was originally prepared for the True Lord himself.

When Chen Jiao first forged this sword, his intention was to cultivate it into a celestial sword imbued with the true essence of thunder magic, which was then refined and enhanced with spiritual materials by the True Lord himself.

However, things are unpredictable. The Thunder Yang Subduing Demon Sword forged by the master possessed extraordinary spirituality and gradually aligned with the True Lord's nature and will, so there was no need to waste effort forging another sword.

The sword pellet hummed clearly, like an ice spring striking jade, and obediently fell into the Nascent Soul's small hand.

The infant lowered his head to examine the sword, his expression focused, as if he had found a treasure, both precious and cautious.

With its mouth slightly open, it exhaled spiritual energy, which transformed into wisps of white mist that coiled around the sword.

The Azure Frost Sword Pellet flickered, its sword intent and nascent soul energy gradually merging and becoming indistinguishable.

At the same time, the Crimson Thunder Dragon, which was transformed from the innate divine power, was also drawn by the nascent soul's energy.

The little red-scaled dragon was exceptionally agile, circling the nascent soul three times before finally settling obediently beside the infant, raising its head to inhale and exhale thunderous breath.

Chen Jiao observed the situation calmly, his mind clear.

This is the nascent soul communicating with the spirit and manifesting its own Taoist methods.

While stabilizing his realm, he inwardly observed the strange phenomenon of "an infant holding a sword and a dragon coiling around his body" within his Purple Mansion.

Silence fell for a moment.

All that could be seen was the Nascent Soul holding a sword, concentrating on its work, while the Crimson Dragon coiled and breathed in and out, its spiritual energy rising and falling like the tides.

The radiant light of the Nourishing Spirit Jade and the purple energy of the Condensing Essence Pill gradually merged into the circulation, fostering this new Daoist charm.

Chen Jiao's aura grew increasingly profound, and he had already steadily entered the Nascent Soul realm.

Outside the palace, the moonlight gradually sank.

Inside the hall, the Nascent Soul cultivator wielded a sword and controlled lightning, his Daoist aura naturally manifesting.

And so another month or so passed quietly.