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

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But this [True Fire of the Sun] is completely different.

It was transformed from the origin of the Golden Crow in ancient times, and is one of the innate true fires that have existed since the creation of the world.

Its extreme yang and strength make it the source of all fires in the world and the manifestation of all kinds of fire magic.

If one can obtain and refine it, comprehend the Great Dao of Fire, it will bring immeasurable benefits to one's cultivation on the path of cultivation.

Chen Jiao's mind stirred slightly, but he didn't say anything. He simply raised his left hand and spread his fingers.

The sleeves moved without wind, and thirty-six black talismans silently flew out from them.

In an instant, it disappeared into the surrounding rock walls, earth veins, and even the misty water vapor.

When the talisman landed, there was no great light, nor thunder or wind.

The entire valley seemed to be gently covered by an invisible hand.

Sound, light, heat, and even the flow of inspiration all slow down, settle, and converge inward.

After setting up the formation, Chen Jiao turned his gaze to the fierce tiger Xiaoyue, who was still panting on the ground dozens of feet away, his demonic aura flickering unpredictably due to the yang fire of the place.

"Xiaoyue, you stay here, within a hundred feet in all directions, and do not let them be disturbed."

Chen Jiao spoke, his voice calm, yet clearly imprinted into the tiger's mind.

"Xiaoyue respectfully obeys the King's command."

The tiger let out a low roar, its voice like muffled thunder, filled with a chilling intent.

Although it was not proficient in formations, it could clearly sense the changes in the energy of the surrounding world.

The invisible yet heavy sealing force made it instinctively feel a sense of unease.

The king personally set up the great formation and ordered it to guard it, so the matter here must be of utmost importance.

Xiao Yue dared not hesitate. With all four legs exerting force, his massive body leaped several times and reached a huge rock outside the entrance to the mountain pass, where he stood high and looked out.

Its tiger eyes gleamed with a fierce light as it scanned the surroundings, exuding a menacing aura.

The pool water was still boiling, and the air was thick with mist.

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Beside the Cleansing Spring, the array has been completed, isolating the inside from the outside, and all is silent.

Chen Jiao sat cross-legged amidst the misty water vapor, his black robes untouched, his heart as still as an ancient well.

The [Burning Heaven Golden Ring] hangs three feet in front of him, slowly absorbing the faint essence of the sun's true fire.

Chen Jiao's most urgent task is to use the unique fire veins of this place and the spiritual fire in his hand to temper his Yin spirit, cleanse it of impurities, and pave the way for breaking through to the next realm.

His mind stirred slightly.

A warm jade bottle slid out from his sleeve, containing the wisp of "Stone Fire" that he had obtained through sharing its essence.

This fire is gentle and enduring, containing the essence of the earth's veins. It excels at penetrating and nourishing, burning away impurities without harming the root, making it perfect for tempering the Yin spirit.

Chen Jiao formed a hand seal and placed it on his knees, his eyelids slowly lowering.

Looking inwards, the nascent soul figure sat upright in the dantian, surrounded by crimson lightning, exuding an aura of majesty, already approaching the threshold of the late nascent soul stage.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, a glimmer of light rose from the darkness, gradually taking human form, which was its true form as a Yin spirit.

The appearance of the Yin spirit is exactly the same as that of the original body, except that its entire body is shrouded in a faint, almost imperceptible, clear light.

Inside, there are subtle, barely perceptible wisps of dark impurities, like a minor flaw in a beautiful jade.

It is precisely because of the cultivation that my mind has become cluttered and my vital energy mixed with other things, resulting in the accumulation of "negative dregs" deep within my soul.

Yin spirits are the essence of a cultivator's soul, and also the hiding place of many inner demons and distracting thoughts, subtle turbid impurities that are difficult to eliminate during the cultivation process.

If this impurity is not eliminated, the Yin spirit cannot be purified, and one cannot reach the ultimate state of the Nascent Soul, where "the Yin spirit is perfect and reflects the universe."

Not to mention the subsequent path of "Yin exhausting Yang, Yin spirit transforming into Yang spirit" and the transformation of spirit.

Ordinary cultivators need to work hard and slowly refine yin essence.

Chen Jiao would naturally not stoop to such a low level.

With a thought, he opened the jade bottle.

A wisp of flame, its color a deep, warm blue, drifted out and, guided by his divine sense, slowly entered the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows.

In an instant, his sea of ​​consciousness rippled slightly, and the emerald flames, like a clear spring, silently nourished his spirit.

At first, I only felt a cool and refreshing sensation, like a spring breeze.

Immediately, where the azure fire flowed, the almost invisible yin essence hidden within the Yin spirit's body seemed to be stimulated and spontaneously manifested.

It may appear as faint gray smoke seeping from the pores, or as tiny black dots appearing on the surface of the body, or as invisible ripples stirring the clear light, making the light of the Yin spirit appear slightly dim and mixed.

These impurities are the remnants of the seven emotions and six desires, the impurities of various energies, and even the entanglements of past killings and karmic consequences.

Hiding one's true abilities in ordinary times hinders the harmonious integration of spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, under the intense and gentle tempering of the [Fire in the Stone], it has nowhere to hide.

Chen Jiao focused his mind and silently practiced the "Mysterious Chapter of the Vast Ocean Whale Dragon," keeping in mind the mental technique of "the moon reflected in the deep pool, and the turbid waves sinking on their own."

The Yin God also formed hand seals, emitting a bright radiance, actively guiding the stream of azure fire to gently cleanse his entire body.

As the fire passed, the ash was slowly melted away, the black spots were gradually burned away, and the ripples were gently smoothed out.

The process was not painful at all; on the contrary, it felt like a thorough and refreshing process, like scraping the bone to remove poison and getting rid of the dross.

Under this forging, the Yin spirit's true form not only showed no signs of damage, but its clear radiance became even more solid and pure, like a flawless piece of jade, with inner brilliance.

This is the subtle skill of "using yin to temper yin, and using fire to refine the spirit".

【Fire in the Stone】is yin in nature and shares the same origin as the yin spirit, thus it can avoid harming the root.

Moreover, its nature is long-lasting and penetrating, thus it can penetrate deep into the Yin spirit and force out deep impurities.

Chen Jiao guided the cooking process, patiently and meticulously, like a carving and polishing stone.

At the same time, he separated a wisp of his divine consciousness and carefully guided a wisp of the supreme yang energy originating from the [True Fire of the Sun].

It slowly seeped into the Purple Palace, but did not directly impact the Yin Spirit. Instead, it was like the warm sun shining softly, hanging above the Yin Spirit and subtly forming a yang energy.

This is a delicate balance of "using yang to warm yin, and using yin to nourish yang".

Using the "Fire in the Stone" as a needle, it is specifically used to pick out impurities.

The lingering effects of the "True Fire of the Sun" stabilize the Yin spirit's foundation, preventing the backlash of Yin impurities and laying the groundwork for the future "Yin's exhaustion and Yang's birth."

With each wisp of yin impurity refined, Chen Jiao's consciousness became clearer, his perception of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became more acute, and his control over his own magical power became more refined.

As the Nascent Soul sat upright in the Purple Mansion, it also received feedback from the Yin Spirit's tempering, and its efficiency in absorbing and releasing spiritual energy quietly improved, steadily advancing towards the late Nascent Soul stage.

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Outside the formation, the mountain wind howled.

A tiger perched atop a high cliff, its head slightly raised, its eyes half-open, as if it were dozing.

In reality, his divine thoughts were like a net, already covering an area of ​​several miles in radius.

Birds do not fly across, beasts have vanished, and even the mountain winds seem to become tamed as they approach this valley.

In this silence, after about half a day.

Suddenly, the tiger's ears twitched, and its half-closed eyes snapped open, flashing a cold, fierce light as it looked toward the bend in the mountain path.

It remembered that aura. It was the same Taoist priest it had met on the ridge, the one who claimed to be a disciple of the Golden Light Immortal.

Why is he back again?

A streak of light appeared and approached.

It was Zhenzhi, a disciple of Huanghua Temple who had returned after leaving.

His face was slightly pale, and there were traces of sweat on his forehead.

From afar, Master Zhenzhi spotted the giant rock at the entrance to the mountain pass, and the awe-inspiring, colorful figure on it.

The giant tiger simply lay there quietly, like an insurmountable mountain, radiating an invisible pressure that made it hard for Zhenzhi to breathe.

He dared not fly any further, so at the end of the mountain path he pressed down the escape light and switched to walking.

Master Zhenzhi took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm, and stopped ten feet away from the bottom of the cliff, bowing respectfully from afar.

"This junior, Zhenzhi, has come to pay homage to the Venerable Xuanling on the orders of my master, the Golden Light Immortal, and to present this invitation."

I wonder if the Emperor is indeed present? Please inform him.

The tiger lowered its body and let out a deep growl from its throat. Its eyes were fixed on Zhenzhi, but it did not answer immediately, nor did it make way.

Its nostrils twitched.

The King is in seclusion; how can we allow him to be disturbed?

But since the young Taoist priest was holding an invitation and had come on his master's orders, it wasn't appropriate to directly drive him away.

After a moment's thought, the tiger's massive head swayed slightly, and it spoke in human language, its voice booming like muffled thunder.

"His Majesty is currently in seclusion and cannot receive guests. Please leave the invitation; you may depart at your leisure."