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

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The direction of the guesthouse.

A surge of demonic energy, carrying a pungent, salty smell, suddenly rose up, staining half the night sky with a dark, murky hue.

"Who dares to destroy my Xuanri Mountain Daoist temple and kill my Dragon Lord's men!"

A figure clad in heavy blue armor and with ferocious crab claws crashed through the roof of the guest hall and soared into the air.

It was none other than the Azure Crab Demon Lord under the command of the Thunder Dragon Lord.

The Crab Demon Lord's eyes were like lanterns, blazing with fierce light as he stared intently at the crimson-clad figure on the ruins.

However, beneath his angry expression, a storm was brewing within him, and he was on high alert.

He was ordered by the Dragon Lord to guard Mount Xuanri. He thought it would be a piece of cake to guard a dilapidated mountain that had lost its Nascent Soul and whose people were restless.

When Long Jun mentioned the Jiangxiao True Man, he only said that he was a "somewhat troublesome Golden Core Daoist".

However, the aura that is currently in harmony with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is clearly the kind of aura that only a Nascent Soul cultivator can possess.

The Crab Demon Lord pondered inwardly: This Taoist in front of him was able to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator like Yu Ming when he was still a Golden Core cultivator. Now that he has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, to what extent has his strength increased?

He had just instantly killed three Golden Core elders from Xuanri Mountain; he knew that the sharpness of the sword light was something he would find difficult to withstand easily.

Thinking of this, the Crab Demon Lord already had the intention to retreat.

But with everyone watching, especially the disciples of Xuanri Mountain, if he ran away without saying a word, how would he establish himself in Xizhou in the future?

How can we explain this to the Dragon King?

The Crab Demon Lord could only suppress his heart palpitations, his voice booming like muffled thunder, both to bolster his courage and to intimidate:

"You Taoist! How dare you destroy the gate of Xuanri Mountain and kill its elders?"

This place is under the protection of my lord, the Thunder Dragon Lord. Your actions are an act of enmity against the Dragon Lord and against the myriad aquatic creatures of the Thunder Swallowing River!

The Dragon King possesses great supernatural powers and has a wide circle of friends; how could he tolerate your insolence! Retreat immediately, and perhaps this matter will be forgiven!

"That old mudfish Zhe Lei can't even protect himself, how could he possibly protect you all?"

Chen Jiao interrupted his intimidation with a calm and even voice, but his gaze had already turned to the demon lord blocking his way.

The Crab Demon Lord's heart sank.

Chen Jiao slightly turned his wrist, and the Tai Chi sword, held upside down, pointed diagonally at the ground, with a lingering glint of light still visible at its tip.

"Since you are here, go down and wait for him."

Before the words were even finished, a sword was already thrust out.

The Crab Demon Lord's expression changed, and he opened his mouth to spew out a torrent of turbid water, its stench overwhelming. It was clearly his natal poison, refined over many years, which swept straight towards the front of the palace.

The crimson sword light fell like a bolt of lightning, parting the turbid stream, its momentum undiminished, sweeping past the top of the Azure Crab Demon Lord's head.

The Crab Demon Lord felt a crimson expanse spreading out, filling his vision and swallowing the light of the sky.

He wanted to roar, to unleash his magic, to reveal his true form and use his hard carapace to withstand the attack...

But all thoughts vanish into nothingness the instant the crimson color touched the body.

Below, countless disciples of Xuanri Mountain only saw the ferocious and imposing Cangxie Demon Lord suddenly stiffen after the crimson-robed Taoist casually slashed out with his sword.

Immediately, a red line appeared between his eyebrows, quickly spreading down, passing through his thick armor, and reaching his crotch.

"Click."

The ferocious expression on the Crab Demon Lord's face froze, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

The next moment, his body, which had been split in two, along with the dim demon core within, turned into two burning crimson ashes, which scattered in the wind.

On and around the main peak, the remaining disciples, stewards, and guests of Xuanri Mountain were already terrified by the successive changes.

Upon seeing Jiangxiao Zhenren turn his gaze towards them, they immediately scattered with cries of despair, fleeing like birds and beasts.

The ancient mountain gate, once a thousand years old, was now deserted and eerily silent.

Chen Jiao stepped into the main hall, which had become ruins. A jade slip was buried in the dust, faintly emitting spiritual energy fluctuations.

He casually captured it, then probed into it with his divine sense.

Among them was an edict sent by Zhe Lei Long Jun a month ago, listing more than a hundred kinds of aquatic spiritual creatures, ordering Xuan Ri Mountain to do its utmost to search for them and hand them over within a specified period.

He twitched his brow slightly, then snatched the storage artifact that had fallen beside the mangled body of the Crab Demon Lord and erased the mark.

Besides the demon cultivator's private stash, there was indeed a secret jade talisman sealed with the Dragon Lord's magic power.

The divine sense probed in and found that the Azure Crab Demon Lord was ordered to "take control of the five sects under the Tunlei River and, at all costs, quickly gather all the water-related spiritual materials and earth-related rare items listed in the edict and deliver them within a specified period without fail."

Among the following five names, Xuanri Mountain is prominently listed.

"This urgent collection of water-related spiritual objects requires the support of the earth's yin energy..."

Chen Jiao put away the jade slip, looked towards the direction of the Thunder Swallowing River, and seemed to be deep in thought.

Such a large-scale collection of these similar spiritual objects is unlike what is needed for ordinary cultivation or weapon crafting.

It seems more like setting up some special ritual that requires the use of abundant water vapor and the power of the earth's yin energy, or performing some kind of secret method that requires a large amount of resources of the same attribute...

Without lingering, he transformed into a crimson rainbow, breaking through the remaining thin clouds of Xuanri Mountain, and sped towards the direction of Tunlei River.

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In the Heavenly Palace of the Sun, golden flames burn silently.

The Sun Emperor sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his divine radiance flickering erratically, with countless cracks appearing and disappearing deep within the light, a sign that his Dao body was damaged.

That hateful Xuandu, without saying a word, forcibly took him to the heavens with his sleeve universe, causing him to suffer this undeserved calamity!

At this moment, the Sun Emperor was burning with anxiety, his divine light dimmed, and he was trying his best to gather back the scattered power of his origin.

He suddenly opened his eyes, which seemed to hold the rising sun, with a flash of intense golden light. His gaze pierced through the layers of palaces and looked down at the distant lower realm.

"Who dares to defame my tradition?!"

Before the Sun Emperor could ponder this further, his thoughts raced, and his divine sense was about to follow the mysterious Daoist connection, piercing through the void to observe the cause and effect, and to capture the culprit.

Let's see who is so audacious as to cut off his incense offerings and diminish his fortune while he is injured and in seclusion!

However, when the divine sense reached out, the heavenly secrets were in chaos, a hazy and indistinct expanse, as if it had been plunged into a chaotic and formless swamp.

The cause and effect of the lower realm, which was once as clear as the lines on the palm of one's hand, now seemed to be lost in an endless sea of ​​fog.

No matter how much the Sun Emperor activated his divine eyes and deduced celestial secrets...

All clues, destinies, and causes related to that lineage and the perpetrator were shrouded and obscured by a vast, star-like yet ethereal force.

The Sun Emperor was stunned for a moment, then understood.

A detached and aloof face, as if forever shrouded in the celestial light of the Pure Land, appeared in my mind.

Yes, it must be that bastard Xuan Du!

The Jade Emperor sentenced himself to be confined to the Sun Palace for three hundred years to reflect on the mistakes made in the Weak Water case...

That fellow, that fellow actually took the opportunity to confuse and obscure the heavenly secrets of the Sun Palace's external perception, and the time limit is probably within these three hundred years!

For three hundred years, the heavenly secrets were obscured, making it difficult to see the various things in the lower world and to distinguish east from west!

"Good, very good."

The Sun Emperor, enraged, laughed instead, and the golden flames around him suddenly surged, causing the palace to tremble.

The Heavenly Light General and the Sun Goddess who were standing in the hall were all terrified and prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling and not daring to speak.

He was a dignified sun god, who controlled the dawn and drove the sun, yet he was schemed against like this!

"Xuan Du and Chen Jiao, these two brothers are truly mortal, how hateful!"

The cold whispers echoed through the temple, devoid of the former majestic aura of a ruler, leaving only endless hatred and humiliation, spreading silently in the stillness.

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Qingxu Mountain Pine Moon Sword Sect.

Qingxu Mountain is blessed with natural beauty and is often shrouded in mist and clouds, making it a rare and tranquil place for spiritual practice.

A poem praises it: Verdant peaks rise one after another, reaching the clouds; clear streams murmur, washing away the jade-like mist. Ancient pines lean against the wall, listening to the cranes' cries; the bright moon shines on the window, illuminating the sound of swords clashing.

Since the passing of Master Yuming of Xuanri Mountain, all the overt and covert suppression of the Songyue Sword Sect by his sect has ceased, and the sect has indeed felt much more relaxed recently.

Even more remarkable is that the bottle of [Cleansing Dew] that Master Shouyue brought back from Tongyou City has been presented to the sect leader, Master Shoujian.

With the help of this spiritual object, the Sword Guardian felt that his opportunity had arrived, so he temporarily entrusted all his worldly affairs to several elders and the Moon Guardian.

He secluded himself in the secret chamber behind the mountain, seeking to use this spiritual dew to cleanse his inner demons and purify his Dao heart.

He broke through the shackles of the Golden Core stage in one fell swoop, condensed the Nascent Soul, and saved the sect from a century of decline.

Side hall of the main hall.

Master Shouyue, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, sat at the head of the table, but there was little sign of relaxation in his expression.

Song Yan, who was standing below, was reporting in a low voice:

"...Recently, Xiniuhezhou has been quite unsettled, with demons and monsters appearing more frequently in the vicinity than in previous years."

In particular, over the past month or so, there have been frequent reports of strangers going missing in the ordinary villages under its jurisdiction.

Within my Songyue territory, two villages, totaling over a hundred people, have vanished overnight, leaving only empty houses and no trace whatsoever. It is extremely strange.

Master Shouyue frowned slightly and asked, "Have you found any clues?"

Song Yan looked ashamed and lowered his head, saying:

"The disciple and several senior brothers were ordered to go down the mountain to investigate, and only managed to kill a few groups of insignificant demons in the desolate mountains and wilderness."

When asked about the villagers' disappearance, they all claimed to know nothing, or said it was the work of a more powerful demon. The trail went cold there.

The demons seemed to have abducted people out of thin air and then vanished into thin air as well.

He paused, then lowered his voice and said, "And it's not just in my Songyue territory; I've heard similar rumors circulating in the vicinity of Jieyang Mountain and the Women's Kingdom in recent months."

It's just that most of the time it was attributed to mountain spirits and monsters, and not as concentrated and tragic as it is here.

Master Shouyue remained silent for a moment, gazing out the window at the deepening twilight.

The mountain breeze swept through the pine forest, bringing a refreshing coolness, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in her heart.

The sect leader is in seclusion at a critical juncture, and it is not advisable for any Golden Core cultivators in the sect to act rashly.

But these successive bizarre disappearances are likely not as simple as ordinary demons preying on humans.

"Strengthen patrols at the mountain gate and warn disciples not to travel alone unless absolutely necessary."

Master Shouyue slowly said, "Continue to investigate the disappearance in secret, and pay special attention to any large-scale demonic activity."

"Yes, Uncle-Master."

Song Yan bowed and agreed, but did not leave immediately, hesitatingly saying:

"Uncle-Master, I have a feeling that this matter is not isolated. Lately, things seem to be in turmoil in all directions, and I have a vague feeling that a storm is brewing."

Master Shouyue, with a cool and aloof expression, nodded slightly and said:

"The trees may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. Although Mount Xuanri has temporarily ceased its clamor, the waters of Xiniuhezhou have never been clear."

Go and make the arrangements. Give the order that all disciples should not travel more than a hundred miles away from the mountain gate unless absolutely necessary.

Everything will be discussed after the sect leader emerges from seclusion.

"Disciple understands." Song Yan bowed again and quietly withdrew.

Everything will be discussed after the sect leader emerges from seclusion.

"Disciple understands." Song Yan bowed again and quietly withdrew.