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

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In the back seats, many Foundation Establishment demon cultivators gradually became restless and exchanged glances with each other.

Finally, someone stood up first, bowed deeply towards the head of the table, and respectfully pleaded:

"Your Majesty! We have long resided near Qingchi Ridge, admiring Your Majesty's power and virtue. We now wish to lead our people to submit to Yunmang Mountain, to serve you. We humbly request Your Majesty to accept us!"

Once someone spoke up, a chorus of agreement arose.

Most of them were Foundation Establishment demon cultivators who lived in the mountains and wilderness around the ridge, occupying a mountain or a cave, and in the past they mostly did as they pleased.

Now that they have witnessed the Dragon King's abilities and know that the Qingchi Ridge has achieved its full potential, they earnestly request to submit to his command.

They could see clearly that this master of Qingchi Ridge was by no means someone who confined himself to a corner of the world; he possessed a heart that embraced all rivers.

Rather than being swallowed up by this behemoth in the future, it's better to join them now and secure a future.

There were also wandering cultivators from other continents who had traveled far and wide, all wanting to join the ranks of the Nascent Soul Great Demon Lord and find a safe and secure backer.

Chen Jiao sat quietly listening, his gaze sweeping over the demons who had pleaded for his life, and he made his own assessment.

Wherever the territory of a cave dwelling is connected to the mountain and water veins of Qingchi Ridge, one or two capable demon generals are sent to make contact.

Bringing its territory under the control of Qingchi Ridge is like a natural extension of a waterway.

If the location is remote or occupies a strategic position, then let them remain in their original place and do not need to relocate.

However, it was necessary to provide convenience and protection for the trade routes between Lingnan and other regions, send envoys to pay tribute in all seasons, and regularly come to report for duty and obey orders from afar.

Once this order was issued, it was as if a net had been cast, bringing those nearby under its control and binding those far away.

Of course, there were also unruly individuals who, upon hearing of the numerous restrictions, were unhappy and muttered to themselves. They then bowed and took their leave, riding away on their own demonic winds.

Chen Jiao did not stop him, but simply nodded and let him leave.

All the cultivators inside the cave knew perfectly well that it wouldn't be difficult to retreat today.

But if he were to obstruct the expansion of Qingchi Ridge in the future, the great demon lord in black robes sitting at the head of the table today would certainly not speak so kindly again.

When the time comes, swift and decisive action will be taken, and no one will be able to utter a single word of dissent.

Among demons, strength ultimately reigns supreme; the principle couldn't be simpler.

What's even more surprising is that several rogue cultivators at the Golden Core stage also offered to join the gathering.

These cultivators are mostly unattached and solitary individuals, and they act more decisively. Joining their ranks would be a great help.

After a brief inquiry and observing his character, Chen Jiao took him in and allowed him to open a cave for cultivation.

Even a powerful figure like the Golden Mirage Demon Lord of Floating Wave Mountain, who had long been famous and had his own territory, after weighing the options, frankly stated that he was willing to obey the orders of Yunmang Mountain.

They paid tribute in all four seasons and made regular roll calls. Although they maintained relative independence, they already regarded Yunmang Mountain as the most important place.

Since then.

The name and power of Xuanling Jiaojun of Yunmang Mountain spread throughout all the continents as people flocked to him from all directions.

More and more demon cultivators from all directions, and even some human cultivators, flocked to join him upon hearing the news.

In just over a month, the mountains and rivers that Qingchi Ridge actually controlled expanded outwards several times without anyone noticing, and its network of influence became increasingly dense and powerful.

The newly surrendered demon cave masters all acted in accordance with the rules established in the mountains and dared not overstep them.

Demons and humans live together in the mountains, each living their own way.

The vast landscape of Qingchi Ridge, with its thousands of miles of mountains, rivers, lakes, and marshes, makes it all the more impressive, showcasing a wealth of talent and a magnificent atmosphere.

The sun and moon in the mountains quietly flow by in this way.

Chen Jiao still entrusted all the general affairs to the cautious and prudent Green Ape Demon General, with Xuan Gu Shangren occasionally assisting him.

Several Golden Core cultivators and nearly a hundred Foundation Establishment demon generals in the mountains are performing their duties in an orderly manner.

When the Great Demon Lord had some free time, he would sit and discuss the Dao with Golden Core cultivators such as Black Wind and Xuan Bone. Their conversations were full of subtle insights and they inspired each other.

He might give a lecture atop Yunmang Mountain, where his demon followers and spirit beasts from the mountains are all welcome to listen. He mainly talks about simple principles of foundation building, self-cultivation, and physical refinement.

His words are plain, yet they often get straight to the point.

As he preached, the mountain breeze quietly ceased, and the drifting clouds paused to listen.

…………

At the summit of Yunmang Mountain, deep within the Xuanqing Cave.

A green jade lamp burned eternally, its flame as small as a bean, illuminating Chen Jiao's seated figure.

His eyes were slightly closed, his spirit merged with heaven and earth, and his Qi flowed through his Purple Palace, as if he had become one with the stone walls in the cave and the spiritual rhythm of the entire mountain range.

Chen Jiao looked inward into his Purple Mansion and saw a three-inch-tall Nascent Soul figure holding a sword and coiling around a dragon, its body surrounded by clear light.

As the body breathes in and out, it absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

After years of cultivation, once his nascent soul was formed, he gradually entered the realm of subtlety.

The path to the Nascent Soul stage emphasizes the union of spirit and qi, and the complete preservation of both nature and life. This is a gradual process that cannot be rushed or hasty.

The so-called "fate" refers to a strong physical body and abundant vital energy, which is the foundation for longevity and living in the world.

Like oil in a lamp, it needs to be replenished constantly to keep it burning forever.

Within Chen Jiao's dantian, the nascent soul figure had a clear face, surrounded by a misty purple aura, a testament to his abundant innate essence and profound life cultivation.

With each breath he took, he stirred the vast spiritual energy of Qingchi Ridge, which washed over his nascent soul body like a tide, gradually solidifying it and imbuing it with inner radiance.

This is the accumulation of "life merit," the key is to persevere, so that the nascent soul can breathe with heaven and earth and endure with the mountains.

"Sex" refers to the clear and bright consciousness, the wisdom that transcends the physical body.

Upon closer inspection, Chen Jiao could see that within the Purple Mansion, the nascent soul was enveloped in a layer of clear light, like flowing moonlight—a sign that the "natural light" was beginning to manifest.

Once this light is pure and perfect, the spirit can leave the body, break free from the constraints of the physical form, and wander in the vast and mysterious void to comprehend the mysteries of heaven and earth.

This place is profound and secluded; a single thought can take you thousands of miles away. However, dangers lurk within, so one must carefully guard the clarity of mind to avoid going astray.

When one's spiritual cultivation is clear and pure, one's spirit roams beyond the material world without being oblivious. When one's life cultivation is profound and substantial, one's physical form remains in the world without passing away.

Chen Jiao understood this principle well, so when he cultivated, he embraced the original essence and guarded the oneness, so that the light of his nature and the fire of his life would reflect each other, and the pure and tranquil mind and the profound original energy would flow like yin and yang, mutually generating and complementing each other.

Inside the quiet room.

His breathing was deep and even, in harmony with the rhythm of the mountain's spiritual energy, and three inches of clear light rose and fell faintly above his head.

In this way of cultivating oneself, one becomes unaware of the passage of time.

One day.

Chen Jiao suddenly felt his mind become clear and bright, the clear light as full as flowing clouds. Then, a point of true spiritual light leaped out from between his eyebrows, transforming into an illusory figure, light and ethereal as if it were nothing.

This is the Yin spirit, the manifestation of the accomplishment of "sex".

At first, it could only travel a few feet away from the body, sensing the night wind blowing through the mountain pines and noticing the dew condensing on the grass leaves.

As his cultivation deepened, he gradually became able to travel in all directions of Qingchi Ridge, observing the flow of spiritual energy in the mountains and listening to the rhythm of all things breathing at night.

On this day, Chen Jiao felt unusually calm.

The nascent soul was nurtured in the dantian, radiating a precious light and possessing abundant spiritual energy.

With a slight thought, a sliver of clear light quietly emerged from the top of his head.

When the spirit leaves the body, in an instant, the walls of the quiet room become useless, and the mountains and rivers seem transparent.

Wherever divine thought arises, it has already ascended to the highest and most boundless realm.

Looking down at Qingchi Ridge, it appears as no more than the lines on a palm. Looking up at the Milky Way, one sees countless stars like grains of sand, and the celestial river vast and boundless.

Where the Yin spirit passed, the nascent soul lowered its eyes to sense it, and the two energies intertwined, shining like the sun and moon, with the clear light and the heavy weight gradually merging seamlessly.

The Yin spirit, guided by its nature, travels far and wide.

What I saw and felt was as if I were there in person, yet it was also like viewing flowers in a mirror or the moon in the water, untouched by the dust of the world.

As dawn broke in the east, a ray of the morning sun pierced through the clouds.

As Chen Jiao conceived the thought, his Yin spirit returned to his brow.

Although the Yin spirit is wondrous, it is ultimately an isolated Yin entity, and prolonged exposure to it will easily dissipate its energy.

When the Yin spirit can travel thousands of miles with a thought, and the Nascent Soul can respond to all directions, then one's life and nature are in perfect harmony, and the Nascent Soul is fully formed.

During his meditation here, Chen Jiao carefully savored the subtle balance within.

He remained calm and composed, allowing his nature and destiny to naturally merge, and his spirit and vital energy to gradually achieve perfect harmony, all within the daily retreat.

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