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

Master Yu Ming roared angrily, his voice echoing across the surrounding area, attempting to suppress the tremor in his heart.

He rapidly formed hand seals, his internal magical power surged, and golden-red spiritual light burst forth around him, layer upon layer, quickly transforming into a Dharma seal in front of him.

The seal is entirely golden, square in shape, with a large sun relief on the knob, exuding a majestic and righteous aura and blazing flames that can suppress demons and ward off evil.

It is one of the secret divine abilities of Xuanri Mountain, the Great Sun Demon-Suppressing Seal! Ordinary magic treasures cannot withstand its power.

"Give me this town!"

Yu Ming shouted and pushed forward with both palms.

The Great Sun Demon-Suppressing Seal shone brightly, carrying immense power and scorching flames, and crashed headlong into the nine crimson rainbow sword energies!

Before the seal even arrived, its magnificent aura, capable of suppressing evil and slaying all demons, had already spread out.

Many of the spectators below, who were practicing Yin-attribute techniques, felt a sense of unease.

A fierce glint flashed in Master Yu Ming's eyes.

He was quite confident in this seal. Even if he couldn't defeat the opponent's sword energy in one fell swoop, he could at least block most of it and buy himself a chance to catch his breath.

However, the next moment.

"boom!"

The four crimson sword energies clashed fiercely with the Great Sun Demon-Suppressing Seal!

In an instant, golden-red light and crimson sword light burst forth violently, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

The Demon-Suppressing Seal, imbued with the immense power of a Nascent Soul and exceptionally sturdy, let out a mournful cry.

It was immediately torn apart by four sword energies and exploded into a shower of golden light!

However, the remaining five crimson sword energies continued their momentum without diminishing, and their sharpness even increased after breaking through the barrier of the treasure seal.

The five sword energies suddenly merged, like heavenly fire falling to earth, and fiercely engulfed the figure of Grandmaster Yu Ming.

In an instant, blinding light exploded, and violent streams of spiritual energy swept and scattered like a raging tide.

The shockwave caused ripples to spread across the protective light barrier of the suspended mansion below, and the booming sound echoed like thunder throughout half of Tongyou City.

Chen Jiao launched his attack without hesitation.

With a slight tremor of his Tai Chi sword, he moved with the sword, transforming into a swift streak of crimson light, instantly tearing apart the churning spiritual energy.

Master Yu Ming was enveloped in a mysterious spiritual light, the source of which was a rare treasure floating above his head.

It was a small mountain peak, only a foot or so high, with a dark yellow color all over, and a rugged, ancient texture.

The most peculiar thing was that at the summit of that mountain, a round, fist-sized sun, radiating golden light, was suspended.

Jin Ri and Xuan Feng were perfectly integrated, scattering rays of golden-yellow spiritual light, like tassels and ribbons, firmly protecting Grand Master Yu Ming within them.

All five sword energies were blocked.

Master Yu Ming was pale, his breathing was slightly disordered, and his eyes were filled with lingering fear and shock.

He looked up at the small, dark yellow mountain and the golden sun, and felt a little relieved.

"Jin Ri Xuan Feng... Fortunately, fortunately I had this sect's most treasured possession with me."

He thought to himself that if this treasure hadn't possessed the mysterious ability to protect its owner, he would have been severely injured even if he hadn't died from those five sword energies.

"What a cunning thief! Truly ruthless and vicious!"

While Master Yu Ming was relieved, he was also filled with raging anger and murderous intent.

His gaze was like lightning, quickly scanning the surging clouds and chaotic spiritual energy around him before looking at the Taoist in crimson robes.

However, as far as the eye could see and as far as the mind could reach, there was nothing there.

The next moment, a spark suddenly burst forth in the air right in front of him without any warning!

In the firelight, Chen Jiao's figure materialized abruptly, as if he had always been there.

The two were only a few feet apart.

Master Yu Ming could even see his own horrified face reflected in the other's calm eyes.

There was no nonsense, no pause whatsoever.

Chen Jiao's right fist was silently thrust out. On the tip of his fist, the crimson flames were condensed to an almost pure state, without any raging flames, only extreme restraint and heat.

The surrounding air distorted, silently blasting straight towards Yu Ming's chest.

"You dare!"

Yu Ming was terrified and screamed, his magical power surging wildly into the Golden Sun Peak above his head, causing the spiritual light to shine brightly as he tried to withstand the attack.

At almost the same time, Chen Jiao raised the Tai Chi sword, which he was holding upside down in his left hand.

The sword, its blade flowing with crimson light, struck precisely at the Xuan Peak, which was bathed in protective golden light!

"clang!"

A crisp sound, far clearer and more thrilling than the clash of metal and stone, burst forth.

The Golden Sun Peak trembled violently, its light dimmed abruptly, and it was actually cleaved by this sword and sent flying diagonally, leaving behind a trail of golden-red fragments.

Chen Jiao's punch pierced through the spiritual light without any fancy moves, landing solidly on his chest.

"Bang!"

Master Yu Ming suddenly froze.

The protective aura completely dissipated, and a clear fist imprint silently appeared on the back of the golden-red brocade robe.

His powerful physique, typical of a Nascent Soul cultivator, appeared surprisingly fragile under this punch.

Master Yu Ming's face drained of color, his eyes widened in shock and bewilderment, and he opened his mouth but could not utter a sound.

next moment.

As if struck by a divine mountain, he transformed into a streak of light and crashed down towards the dark earth below!

Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound, leaving a long trail of spiritual energy.

"boom!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted, drowning out all the noise in the street.

The solid ground suddenly caved in and cracked, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading wildly from the point of impact.

The rubble and dust, mixed with the bursting golden-red spiritual light, shot into the sky like a fountain.

A violent shockwave, carrying smoke, dust, and shattered stalls and goods, swept in all directions!

Screams, screams, and the sound of objects shattering filled the air instantly.

The nearby wandering ghosts and spirits with slightly weaker cultivation were directly blown away by the shockwave.

The cultivators and merchants a little further away also hurriedly raised their spiritual light to protect themselves, or retreated hastily, leaving the street in a mess and chaos.

Just then.

Luo Daoren strolled out from under the imposing gate of Xuanlingfang with a smug look on his face.

I was considering whether to go to other stores to look for some suitable auxiliary materials.

Just now, I not only bought two very useful Yin-attribute spiritual herbs in the shop, but also exchanged a few flirtatious words with the still charming shopkeeper in the green robe.

Although he only received a disdainful glare in return, it still made Luo Daoren feel quite comfortable.

I felt that this trip to the underworld had finally eased some of the fear I had felt over the past few days.

He still had a smile on his face, one foot had just stepped out of the threshold, and the other foot was still inside.

"boom!"

At that very moment, a deafening roar, as if the sky itself were shattering, exploded above his head without warning!

This was followed by a violent tremor of the ground and a violent wind pressure mixed with dust and the smell of blood!

"This...this is..."

Luo Daoren subconsciously shrank his neck, almost retreating back into Xuanlingfang immediately.

But he forced himself to remain calm, strained his eyes, and looked toward the thickest part of the smoke and dust.

A deep pit, several meters in diameter, suddenly appeared in the middle of the street.

A faint golden-red light flickered at the bottom of the pit, emanating a pressure that made his heart tremble.

The area around the pit was a mess, with half of the storefronts of several shops collapsing.

The smoke and dust dissipated slightly.

Only then could Luo Daoren barely make out that at the bottom of the deep pit lay a figure with tattered clothes and barely breathing.

Judging from the fragments of its attire and the lingering, intense aura...

Luo Daoren's pupils suddenly contracted, his mouth opened slightly, and the color drained from his face as he murmured:

"Xuanri Mountain...Master Yuming?!"

He could hardly believe his eyes.

This Lord of Xuanri Mountain, a Nascent Soul cultivator, is a figure of considerable importance in Xiniu Hezhou.

How could he have fallen so tragically in the streets of Tongyou City, his fate unknown?

A chill ran down my spine to the back of my head.

Luo Daoren no longer cared about any spiritual herbs or the shopkeeper's disdainful looks. He practically scrambled to the edge of Xuanlingfang's door and quickly retreated back inside.

I just wanted to get as far away from that deep pit as possible; only one thought was churning in my mind:

This Tongyou City...this Treasure Exchange Event...the waters are too deep!

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator was knocked down in the street. With my current cultivation level, it's best to stay put and not wander around recklessly!

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