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

The Firebell and Thunder Gods led their followers down from the clouds.

Seeing that the True Lord was present and that Yang Feng's troops had returned, he immediately strode forward, nodded slightly to Yang Feng, then clasped his hands in a salute to the True Lord and said:

"This humble general, Huoling, has come to report!"

Just as he was about to report the details, the clouds below stirred slightly.

A wisp of earthy yellow cloud rose from the lower realm, heading straight for the cloud above where the True Lord's chariot was located.

The clouds transformed into an old man, wearing a scholar's cap and a brown earth god's robe, holding a rattan staff; he was the mountain god and earth god below.

At that moment, he was urgently calling out, "True Lord! True Lord, please wait! This humble god has an extremely urgent matter to report!"

As soon as the land god ascended to the clouds, he was so terrified by the grim and imposing Lei army formation before him that his face turned pale.

The chilling aura and thunderous energy emanating from Chongxiao immediately caused the faint spiritual light around him to flicker erratically.

Hundreds of cold gazes swept over him, startling the old man so much that he stumbled and nearly fell from the clouds.

The rest of his words stuck in his throat, and he dared not say anything more, only stealing glances at the majestic figure sitting atop the divine beast.

Chen Jiao lowered his gaze, his voice carrying the clear and righteous Dharma sound, directly penetrating the heart and spirit of the earth god:

"Who are you, landowner? What brings you here in such a panic, trespassing on my celestial chariot?"

Upon hearing the True Lord's voice, the Earth God felt as if his heart had been cleansed by a clear spring, and his spirit calmed down. Only then did he remember his important matter, and he quickly straightened his clothes, bowed, and said:

"This humble deity is the local earth god of Cuiyun Mountain. Greetings, True Lord!"

"This humble deity has risked his life to come here, for he has obtained extremely important information that he must report to the True Lord!"

He composed himself, daring not to conceal or exaggerate in the slightest, and announced that seven or eight renowned demon kings from Xiniu Hezhou, including the Azure Mirage Demon Saint and the Bone Demon King, had jointly visited the Bull Demon King.

He instigated the Bull Demon King to stop the True Lord's imperial procession, recounting the whole story.

Although his words were occasionally interrupted due to his fear, the key points were all clear and concise.

Chen Jiao listened quietly, his face expressionless, but his gaze was deep and thoughtful.

However, when the soldiers and generals of Lei Mansion standing on both sides heard that there were demons who dared to plot against the True Lord's carriage, their expressions suddenly darkened.

Without any command, an invisible yet chilling aura of killing intent emanated from the military formation, causing the temperature of the clouds to drop sharply.

The land felt a chill run down its spine, and cold sweat poured down its back.

The Firebell Thunder Messenger was born with a fiery temper, and having just returned from battle, his murderous aura was at its peak.

Hearing this, he couldn't contain himself any longer and let out a cold snort, his voice filled with undisguised mockery and anger:

"How dare you! A bunch of furry, horned, wet-born, egg-laying creatures."

The True Lord, on his pilgrimage to Heaven, cleansed the universe. Those filthy creatures, instead of repenting and hiding, dared to gather a crowd and plot wickedness.

In my humble opinion, we should muster our troops and first level Cuiyun Mountain, then see who else dares to be so foolish as to…”

Chen Jiao did not turn around, but only raised his hand and pressed down lightly.

The Firebell Thunder Messenger was immediately silenced by his even more scathing words. Although he still looked resentful, he dared not disobey the order, let out a heavy snort, and returned to his post.

Chen Jiao's gaze returned to the Earth God, and he slowly asked:

"It is not surprising that you, as a local official, are well-informed."

However, such a conspiracy is of great importance. They are all old demons who have lived for many years. How could they easily reveal it to outsiders, let alone let you, a mere earth deity, hear about it?

Upon hearing this, the Earth God trembled all over, cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead, and his face turned ashen.

He knew that his attempt to exaggerate his achievements and amplify the news to gain reward had been seen through by this true lord.

At that moment, he dared not hide anything any longer, and could only lower his body, his voice bitter:

"The True Lord is discerning... This humble god dares not conceal anything!"

My cultivation is too low; how dare I pry into the forbidden cave of such a demon king?

It is true... it is true that the day before yesterday, I was meditating in a local temple by a mountain stream on the outskirts of Cuiyun Mountain.

They happened to encounter a bull guard in the mountains leading several demon soldiers on patrol. They stopped by the stream to rest and drink. They drank a bit too much and became less restrained in their conversation.

The little god concealed his presence, eavesdropping on a few words within the earth's veins. Terrified, he thought long and hard, and dared not fail to report it, which is why... which is why he risked his life to come here..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiao's eyes flickered slightly, and he had already made up his mind.

He had met the Bull Demon King in his Xuanling form and knew that the old bull, though seemingly rough and bold, was actually shrewd and far from being a simpleton. For all the die-hard fans of Hengyang Yanqu, the latest chapter of "Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord Jingfa" has been released!

Moreover, how could such a crucial conspiracy be discussed without any restrictions, allowing the demon soldiers to overhear it and conveniently revealing it to the local deity?

The implications of this are quite intriguing.

Chen Jiao sat quietly atop the clouds, pondering for a long time.

A strong wind ruffled the hem of his dark cloak, below which lay the vast land of Xiniuhezhou, where mist and demonic energy intertwined in the distance.

His gaze was calm, yet it seemed to pierce through the clouds and mist, taking in all the causes and effects.

The clouds were silent, with only the wind whispering past. The thunder generals and soldiers under his command held their breath and focused their attention.

"Yang Feng," Chen Jiao suddenly spoke.

"Your subordinate is here." Yang Feng, the commander of the Thunder Cavalry, stepped forward.

Chen Jiao did not look at him, his gaze remaining fixed on the depths of the clouds, and he only gave a brief instruction.

Yang Feng's expression faltered for a moment, seemingly surprised, but he quickly regained his composure, clasped his hands in a fist and said in a deep voice, "This subordinate obeys the order!"

In an instant, it disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds, its whereabouts unknown.

About half an hour later, thunderclouds and celestial energy began to gather from all directions in the sky.

First, Fei Peng arrived riding a beam of clear light, followed by several elite guards.

Then, the clouds in the east surged, and General Hu Lei She Qi led his Thunder Army back on the clouds, their ranks orderly, accompanied by the faint sounds of wind and thunder.

A blazing golden light also pierced the sky from the south. General Qian Tian Fu Mo, carrying a golden mace, strode back, his fighting spirit still undiminished.

The generals, including the Fire Rhinoceros that Shatters the Heavenly Soldiers, the Demon-Devouring and Monster-Eating Fierce Officer, and the Sea-Blowing and Wave-Unleashing Commander, also led their troops back to the front lines one after another.

Except for the force led by Yang Feng, the Thunder Cavalry Commander, all the soldiers of Huangtian Shu Leifu have now gathered on this majestic cloud.

Despite the numerous battles, large and small, the troops remained disciplined and their imposing aura soared into the sky, pushing away the surrounding clouds for miles to reveal a clear blue sky.

Chen Jiao slowly swept his gaze over his generals, then looked at the vast land shrouded in clouds and ever-changing scenery.

He gently patted the side of the neck of the mythical beast beneath him.

The divine beast understood, raised its head and let out a clear, resonant roar that could pierce through gold and split rocks, and took the lead.

Beneath its four hooves, auspicious clouds naturally arose, and auspicious mists spread out.

"Continue the patrol," Chen Jiao said in a deep voice.

"I will obey the True Lord's decree!"

The generals responded in unison, their voices resounding through the heavens.

Immediately, the army moved, and rolling thunderclouds surged forward, carrying with them the awe-inspiring might of heaven and an inviolable aura of killing intent.

The journey through the clouds is long, and the celestial patrol never stops.

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The territory of Chechi Kingdom.

On a precipitous peak, an eerie aura filled the sky, with rolling black clouds.

The mountains and plains were covered with countless demon soldiers and generals, some with rat-like faces, others with wolf-like or tiger-like appearances, probably numbering in the thousands.

Each of them was fully armored, some brandishing spears and clubs, others waving flags and beating drums, their roars and shouts echoing through the mountains, startling countless birds and beasts.

On a slightly flat boulder at the summit, the Bull Demon King stood majestically, his eyes shining like mirrors and his eyebrows as red as rainbows.

He wore a polished silver-black iron helmet, a suit of brocade-embroidered gold armor, pink-soled suede boots with rolled-up toes, and a three-strand lion-man belt with interlocking silk around his waist.

This outfit made the Bull Demon King's already imposing figure appear even more majestic.

As soon as he stood there, the surrounding surging demonic energy seemed to respect him and flowed slowly around him.

The iron rod gleamed with a dark, cold light in the sunlight. Casually placed on the rocks beside him, it pressed fine, spiderweb-like marks into the blue stone.

Dozens of tall and strong bull demons gathered around the Bull Demon King on his left and right, each exuding a fierce aura and holding a sharp blade, standing guard in a protective posture.

He ignored the clamor of the demon soldiers covering the mountain, instead casting his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes into the depths of the distant clouds, as if waiting for something.

After a long pause, the Bull Demon King's thick eyebrows twitched slightly. Without turning around, he casually asked, "How did things go?"

Upon hearing this, the head attendant, Niu, who was standing beside him with his hand on the golden knife, bowed slightly and replied in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, rest assured, it has been taken care of."

The old local must already know, and is probably already frantically searching for a place to report it.

Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King grinned.