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

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For the first time, the bronze cauldron emitted a sound, carrying the echoes of wind and thunder, as it rippled gently through the hall.

The bronze cauldron, which had remained motionless for a long time, trembled slightly as he slowly exerted force with his arms, and a gap appeared between the cauldron's legs and the ground!

It moved!

"It really lifted up?!"

"Could it be that this treasure is truly destined for the Mountain Demon?"

A suppressed gasp rippled through the hall, and many guests involuntarily leaned forward slightly, their eyes fixed on the crack.

As expected of a stone spirit who has attained enlightenment at the Mahayana realm, its divine power is indeed astonishing.

Could this strange cauldron really be shaken by the mountain demon with pure power?

A hint of joy flashed across Yu Rongwang's eyes.

However, the solemnity on the Mountain Demon King's face did not lessen at all; on the contrary, it deepened.

The cauldron hummed, but it only moved a hair's breadth away from the top. No matter how much the mountain demon urged his divine power, he could not raise it any further.

The ancient patterns on the cauldron glowed faintly, shimmering with a bluish-green light, subtly neutralizing the immense power of the mountain demon, enough to uproot mountains and lift peaks.

After a few breaths of stalemate, a hint of regret and understanding flashed across Shan Kui's eyes. He slowly withdrew his arm and let out a long breath.

That breath was so hot that it condensed into a white ribbon in the air.

The bronze cauldron then gently fell, its legs touching the ground with a soft sound before returning to its original position, as if it had never been shaken.

"A fine cauldron."

The Mountain Demon King withdrew his hand, stood still, regulated his breathing, looked at the Yu Rong King, and said frankly:

"Indeed, this is not something that can be controlled by ordinary force. The city lord's words are true; this item requires a special destiny."

He shook his head, bowed to King Yu Rong, and then turned back to his seat. His expression was calm, without the slightest embarrassment, clearly indicating that he had expected this.

The atmosphere inside the hall became even more somber.

The ancient bronze tripod stood silently in place, simple and unadorned, yet it seemed like an insurmountable chasm, blocking the way for the guests.

Even the mountain demon king, known for his strength, returned defeated, and the rest of them felt they had no chance of success.

Although King Yu Rong appeared calm and composed, a hint of melancholy flickered deep in his eyes.

Whether this cauldron can find a destined owner is crucial to his tribulation and cannot be taken lightly.

Seeing that all his attempts had failed, even he, with his calm and collected nature, couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.

King Yu Rong pondered for a moment, about to speak a few words to ease the tension, when a clear, melodious voice rang out:

"This humble Taoist priest, though unworthy, also wishes to try this method of cauldron connection. I wonder if the city lord would permit it?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the Taoist priest in crimson robes slowly rise from the table, looking serene.

It was none other than the Immortal Jiangxiao.

Chen Jiao walked to the center of the hall, stopped in front of the ancient cauldron, and examined the bronze artifact with two handles and three legs, his thoughts wandering.

This cauldron has an ancient and profound shape, and its aura is serene and profound. It vaguely matches the description of a certain ancient object that he knows.

I was reminded of the hexagram "Fire and Wind Cauldron" spoken of by the Taoist priest Chunli who performed fortune-telling on the street.

Could it be that fate truly has a predetermined course of events?

"Oh."

A sneer came from the seat next to him.

It was none other than the Thunder Dragon Lord. He glanced sideways at Chen Jiao, his face full of mockery, and raised his voice several decibels so that the entire hall could hear him:

"A mere cultivator at the lower level of the Golden Core stage dares to presume to talk about destiny and fate? Does he really think he's someone important?"

Even the mighty Mountain Demon King, with his immense power, could only lift himself by a hair's breadth. What strength or destiny do you possess with your meager cultivation?

Don't humiliate yourself and become a laughingstock for no reason!

Zhe Leilongjun leaned against the desk, his vertical pupils coldly glaring at Chen Jiao.

He was already harboring a rage, and now that he saw this arrogant Golden Core cultivator daring to step forward and try to obtain the ancient cauldron, how could he possibly hold back?

As soon as he finished speaking, several gazes swept over Chen Jiao.

Even though this Taoist's swordsmanship was amazing before, this ancient cauldron was clearly not testing his offensive skills.

Upon hearing this, Master Jin Guang frowned, turned his head, and coldly said:

"The matter of fate is mysterious and difficult to explain. How can it be determined solely by the level of cultivation or the strength of one's energy?"

"This humble Taoist observes that Fellow Taoist Jiangxiao possesses an innate Taoist charm, and may indeed be destined to be with this cauldron."

Chen Jiao turned to look at Zhe Lei Long Jun and said calmly:

The depth of one's affinity with the Dharma does not depend on the level of one's cultivation, nor can it be determined by mere words.

If you feel you have a connection, you might as well try again. If you are neither able nor willing, then refrain from shouting.

Low laughter and whispers suddenly arose in the hall.

Zhe Leilongjun's face immediately darkened.

King Yu Rong took a deep breath, suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and nodded to Chen Jiao, saying:

"Since you are interested, fellow Daoist, you may step forward and give it a try. The cauldron is here; find your own destiny here."

However, it has its own unique advantages; fellow Daoist, please act according to your abilities.

Yu Rongwang didn't actually have high hopes, but he was unwilling to let go of any possibility.

Chen Jiao placed his palm on the cold cauldron.

"Buzz..."

A deep, resonant tremor seemed to emanate from the depths of the cauldron.

Immediately, a bluish light emanated from the ancient, mottled patterns on the cauldron, enveloping an area of ​​about ten feet in diameter.

As the light swirled, a faint whisper of wind seemed to emanate from within the cauldron, clear and ethereal.

The expressions of everyone in the hall changed.

"There's a response?"

"A bluish light arises spontaneously, accompanied by the whispering of the wind, could it be...?"

"This Taoist priest can actually activate this cauldron?"

Many guests had tried various methods, but the cauldron remained unresponsive, like a stubborn rock.

Song Yan and Song An exchanged a glance, both of them looking excited and clenching their fists.

Master Shouyue's gaze also narrowed slightly, and his tightly pursed lips relaxed a little.

Zhe Lei Long Jun's face suddenly darkened as he stared intently at the cyan aura flowing around the cauldron, his heart filled with both shock and anger.

Could it be that this guy really hit the jackpot?

Yu Rong Wang's body trembled almost imperceptibly, his hands behind his back clenched quietly, and his gaze was like a torch, locking onto the cauldron that was shimmering with blue light.

The warm, flowing blue light lingered for a moment before abruptly receding, like a whale drawing in water, completely disappearing into the patterns on the cauldron's body.

The ancient tripod has returned to its simple and silent state.

However, Chen Jiao neither withdrew his hand nor turned back to his seat.

He kept his eyes closed, one hand resting on the belly of the cauldron, his body standing still like a pine tree, his expression calm and undisturbed, as if he had sunk into some kind of profound understanding and perception.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared at the crimson-robed Taoist priest with complex expressions.

This silence lasted for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Chen Jiao remained standing with his eyes closed, and the cauldron was silent.

Many people began to look at each other, their eyes filled with doubt.

Is this considered a success or a failure?

Although the Azure Light and Wind Whisper had shown some extraordinary signs earlier, there had been no further activity since.

The Taoist priest stood motionless again. Was his opportunity about to arrive, or was this all that remained?

Seeing that he had not made any further moves and that the ancient cauldron showed no further unusual signs, the Thunder Dragon Lord's surprise and doubt subsided.

"Playing tricks! Just because you've attracted the last glimmer of a treasure, you think you're the one with the right destiny?"

In my opinion, they are probably already exhausted and apprehensive, caught in a dilemma, unable to back down...

"Thunderclap!"

Before Zhe Leilongjun could finish speaking, a cold, deep shout completely extinguished his unfinished words.

It was none other than King Yu Rong, who sat regally in the main seat!

Yu Rongwang's expression was calm, but his eyes were now filled with a chilling coldness, completely devoid of the warmth he had shown when entertaining guests.

His gaze carried an imposing aura of authority, as if he had long held a high position and controlled the life and death of the Netherworld City, piercing straight into the depths of the Thunder Dragon Lord's soul.

Zhe Lei Long Jun was struck as if by lightning, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his throat.

His demonic power froze instantly, the color drained from his face, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He stared in horror at the King of Yu Rong, meeting his cold, emotionless eyes, and felt a chill run through his body, his limbs stiffening.

Then Yu Rongwang said:

"At this moment, Fellow Daoist Jiangxiao is focused on sensing the situation, as success or failure is still uncertain. If you feel that you are not destined for it, then simply observe quietly."

"Any further words will disturb the flow of the atmosphere and ruin my important plans..."

The unfinished words were filled with a chilling atmosphere.

All the whispers in the hall came to an abrupt halt.

The crowd fell silent, their gazes darting between the deathly pale-faced Zhe Lei Long Jun and the cold-eyed Yu Rong Wang, all feeling a chill in their hearts.

This Lord of Tongyou City is probably truly enraged.

How could the King of Yu Rong not see through the despicable thoughts of the Thunder Dragon Lord?

Seeing that Jiangxiao Zhenren and the ancient cauldron seemed to resonate with each other, this fellow did not think of observing quietly, but instead wanted to speak and disturb them, clearly harboring the evil intention of ruining his connection!

This cauldron is crucial to his path of cultivation, his tribulation and life-or-death struggle. How could he allow such a clown to make a ruckus here and ruin his important plans?

Zhe Lei Long Jun's eyes were filled with horror.

He never expected that King Yu Rong would lower himself to cultivate for this golden elixir, and would rebuke him so mercilessly in public. He was both shocked and resentful.

"call!"

Just now.

A wind whistle, much clearer and longer than before, suddenly rang out in the silent hall!

The whistling wind did not originate outside the palace, nor was it stirred by any magical force; rather, it emanated directly from inside the ancient bronze cauldron.

At first it was faint, but in an instant it transformed into a clear and long cry that pierced through halls and temples and penetrated the very soul!

The candlelight in the hall dimmed for a moment, then suddenly brightened again, and everyone's clothes and hair moved without any wind.

next moment.

"boom!"

Crimson flames, like flowing sunset clouds, suddenly burst forth from Chen Jiao's palm, which was pressed against the cauldron, and spread along the ancient patterns on the cauldron's body!

The firelight was warm and magnificent, intertwining with the clear and melodious wind.

The wind fueled the fire, and the fire, aided by the wind, created a strange and ever-changing scene of wind and fire interacting and circulating within a space of about a foot around the cauldron!

Crimson clouds swirled and azure mist swirled, enveloping Chen Jiao's figure within them.

Just as this extraordinary phenomenon reached its zenith...

Chen Jiao suddenly opened his eyes, amidst the interplay of wind and fire, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

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