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

The Bull Demon King reached out and patted the Bull Servant's thick shoulder armor, and laughed:

"When I fight that True Lord, the commotion will be considerable."

You guys need to be smart. Just lead the boys to wave flags and shout to boost morale, but don't actually charge forward like fools.

"Those heavenly soldiers and generals' swords don't discriminate against demons. If I'm unlucky enough to be captured, I, Old Ox, will have to go through the trouble of capturing some heavenly soldiers and generals in exchange, which would be a pointless loss of face."

Niu Shizhang understood, a knowing, simple smile appearing on his face, and quickly said:

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will take care of it."

The young men I brought today are all clever and sensible; they will certainly not cause Your Majesty any trouble.

We will act according to the circumstances, waving flags when necessary and shouting when appropriate, to make the scene as lively as possible for you!

Those watching from afar will surely think that our Cuiyun Mountain has mobilized all its forces to fight the True Lord's troops to a standstill, causing the sky to darken!

And when it's time to retreat... I'll be three times faster than a startled rabbit!

"Haha, great!"

The Bull Demon King laughed loudly, his voice like muffled thunder, making the eardrums of his surrounding followers buzz.

He reached out and grabbed the heavy, dark iron rod from the ground, casually weighing it in his palm.

The Bull Demon King muttered to himself, a hint of inexplicable anticipation in his voice:

"Old Niu also wants to see for himself whether this Jingfa Zhenjun, who has caused so much trouble in the Western Continent, has three heads and six arms, or whether he has extraordinary abilities..."

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Deep in the Western Sea, lies the abode of the Azure Mirage.

Beneath the vast expanse of blue water lies a continuous stretch of palaces and pavilions, glittering with jewels, unlike any other underwater palace, but more like a dragon palace.

This is the place where the Azure Mirage Demon Saint cultivates in seclusion.

At this moment, in the spacious hall, there were eight figures, some sitting and some standing, exuding a deep and mysterious aura.

These were none other than the great demon kings, including Qing Shen, Gu Luo, and Tun Yue, who had come at the invitation of the emperor.

In the center of the hall, a wisp of misty water vapor was slowly swirling in the air, with light and shadow shifting within it, revealing a desolate mountain scene.

It is the mountain peak on the border of Chechi Kingdom.

Within, demonic clouds churned, thousands of demon soldiers waved flags and shouted, and the Bull Demon King, fully armored and holding a staff, stood majestically on the rock.

"The Bull Demon King has certainly put on quite a show. With all this clamor of gongs and drums, anyone who didn't know better would think he was about to raze the Southern Heavenly Gate to the ground."

Upon seeing this, a demon king couldn't help but laugh.

A short, stout demon king with a face as black as iron snorted beside him:

"To flatten the South Heavenly Gate? You think too highly of him."

"If the Bull Demon King can hold off that True Lord for a few days and curb the Heavenly Court's recent arrogance, then our trip to Cuiyun Mountain will not have been in vain."

"Stop him for a few days? You underestimate the Bull Demon King."

He had been a true immortal for a long time, and his staff technique was unparalleled in its fierceness, possessing seventy-two kinds of transformations and supernatural powers.

Even if that True Lord has a formidable reputation, he is still young; how deep can his foundation be? After this battle, he has lost all face; how can he possibly remain in my Xiniu Hezhou for long?

"That's exactly right."

Upon hearing this, the Moon-Devouring Demon King nodded, his voice low and cold as he sneered:

"How dare the Heavenly Court allow our Western Continent demon race to wreak havoc like this? The Bull King's intervention will dampen their arrogance and let the Heavenly Court know that we are not fish on a chopping block."

Upon hearing this, most of the demons nodded in agreement.

Although they gathered here to discuss this matter, they actually knew very little about the background of that True Lord Jingfa.

All that is known is that he holds power in the Thunder Palace and has slain many demons since he began his inspection tour, using ruthless methods.

As for his lineage, specific cultivation level, and what he relied on, everything is a mystery.

However, being relatively unknown, how could his fighting prowess possibly surpass that of a seasoned demon saint like the Bull Demon King, who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood and proven his Dao through sheer force?

The Bone Demon King remained hidden in the shadows, saying nothing, and simply watched the scene reflected in the water mirror.

The Azure Mirage Demon Saint sat at the head of the table, his gaze calmly sweeping across the water mirror, then slowly passing over the demon kings present, and slowly said:

"It's good that the Bull King is willing to step forward. However..."

He paused slightly, drawing the attention of all the demons.

"But this True Lord, having obtained the power to tour the land, must not be an ordinary person."

While we hope the Bull King will succeed, we must not underestimate our opponent.

One of the elephant-headed demon kings disagreed, saying:

"The Azure Mirage Demon Saint is being far too cautious. You and I both know the Bull King's abilities. No matter how strong that True Monarch is, can he possibly be stronger than him?"

In my opinion, after this battle, that True Lord will probably slink away in disgrace and never dare to set foot in Xiniu Hezhou again.

However, it's also thanks to the Bull Demon King for agreeing to this task. If it were me, I might not have been willing to risk offending the Heavenly Court.

"If he doesn't go, who will?"

The Moon Devouring Demon King laughed and said, "Besides me, the Bull Demon King, how many others can hold their own in the Western Niuhe Continent?"

Those few are either elusive, live in remote caves, or... well, their intentions are hard to fathom.

The Bull Demon King, residing in Mount Cuiyun, possessed a vast and powerful empire; there were certain matters he couldn't completely ignore.

"I hope so."

The Azure Mirage Demon Saint, who had been listening attentively, remained noncommittal and simply turned his gaze back to the water mirror.

"Let's wait and see."

In the mirror, the Bull Demon King suddenly looked up, gazing in a certain direction on the horizon, and slightly raised his Iron Cudgel.

The demon kings were invigorated, knowing that the main antagonist was about to arrive.

"They've arrived," the Bone Demon King said calmly, and the hall fell silent.

All eyes were focused on the mirror, awaiting the scene that would surely shake the Western Continent.

All eyes were focused on the mirror, awaiting the scene that would surely shake the Western Continent.

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Lei's entourage toured the heavens, where they saw thunderous chariots and lightning-powered horses, banners waving, and armored soldiers standing in imposing array.

The Four Thunder Officials each held a thunder talisman and a magic seal, positioned themselves in the four directions, and were surrounded by electric snakes.

From time to time, divine generals would appear and report that in certain mountains, forests, valleys, and marshes below, demonic energy was rampant and resentment was accumulating.

Upon receiving the True Lord's command, the Chief Clerk immediately formed the Thunder Seal with his hands and recited the True Word.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and then four-colored lightning bolts descended from the heavens, blasting away those in the mountains, forests, and marshes who were filled with calamity and burdened by karma.

The power of thunder is supremely righteous, impartial, and strict.

It can cause mountains to crumble, water to boil, and wood to burn.

Occasionally, those with slightly less karma or whose fate has not yet run out will be swept by the aftershocks of the thunder, and their spiritual cultivation will be greatly damaged. They will flee in panic and dare not do evil in the vicinity again.

Along the way, thunder fell like rain, and countless evil spirits were vanquished.

On the vast land of Xiniu Hezhou, countless demons and monsters lurking in the shadows vanished in the silent yet deadly patrol.

Where Heaven's might prevails, evil spirits flee and ghosts hide.

Along the way, the mountains and lands were subtly permeated with awe-inspiring divine energy, as the local land gods, mountain deities, and river gods silently praised and respectfully saw off the heavenly army.

Chen Jiao sat upright on the back of the Xie Zhi, his gaze calm, looking down at the mountains and rivers and the flow of energy in the lower realm.

The duty of the imperial patrol is not only to exorcise demons, but also to bring peace to the people, demonstrate the might of Heaven, and establish order.

Thunder is the pivot of Yin and Yang, the fundamental force that commands all things; it is the instrument of Heaven's punishment and the manifestation of law.

This tour is to imprint the laws of heaven on this vast and chaotic continent in the most direct and ruthless way.

Suddenly.

The officers and soldiers of Lei Mansion who were leading the way paused briefly in their cloud-borne carriage before turning back.

He manifested his form ten feet in front of the Xie Zhi, appearing as a silver-armored thunder general, and bowed, saying:

"Reporting to the True Lord, ahead at the border of Chechi Kingdom, in the territory of Huangniu Ridge, there are towering demonic clouds blocking the way."

This humble general has already ascertained that it is the Bull Demon King of Cuiyun Mountain, who has led several thousand demon soldiers, arrayed in the mountains and fields, beating drums and waving flags, seemingly intending to obstruct us.

Chen Jiao nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, while the patrol team continued forward without slowing down.

His gaze passed over layers of flowing clouds, and the scene ahead gradually became clear, with thick, demonic clouds surging in the sky.

On a desolate mountain range, thousands of demon soldiers beat drums and waved flags, shouting and making a ruckus. Demonic energy mixed with dust soared straight into the sky.

At the highest, bare rock peak, a majestic figure, armored and holding a staff, stood tall and imposing.

It was none other than the Bull Demon King.