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

Deep in the Western Sea lies the Azure Mirage Water Palace.

Inside the Mingtang Hall, the water shimmered.

A crystal-clear water mirror, about ten feet in diameter, formed from black water, floats in mid-air.

What was reflected in the mirror was the earth-shaking battle of true immortals above Wild Ox Ridge.

It was the Water Mirror Cave Heaven Technique performed by the Bone Demon King, who borrowed a bit of energy from the demon soldiers under the command of the Bull Demon King.

Only the general scene can be glimpsed, and the subtle details of the battle between the two true immortals cannot be fully revealed.

Even so, for the demons present, being able to observe such a clash of levels, even if it was just a glimpse into the mysteries of the higher realms, was a rare and precious opportunity.

The Qing Shen Demon Saint, who had reached the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm and had been stuck at the threshold of the True Immortal realm for many years, had the most focused gaze.

It was as if he wanted to etch every wisp of energy and every supernatural power into his mind and spirit, to comprehend the supreme principles contained in the manifestation of the Dao.

Within the water mirror.

The Bull Demon King transformed into a hundred-foot-tall demon body, and his massive iron cudgel crashed down with overwhelming force.

Opposite him, the Mysterious Cloaked True Monarch stood alone in the sea of ​​thunder, his right hand reaching out into the void, as if to draw his sword to fight back.

Just as the move is about to be unleashed and the energy reaches its peak, the next moment will surely be earth-shattering.

"Buzz!"

The water mirror that had been reflecting the battle situation suddenly began to tremble violently without warning, creating countless ripples.

The scene reflected inside became distorted and blurred, and the figures of the Bull Demon and the True Lord instantly shattered and became indistinguishable.

The hall fell silent for a moment, then erupted in uproar.

"What happened?"

"Why did the spell malfunction at this crucial moment?!"

Upon seeing this, the Moon-Devouring Demon King couldn't help but snarl:

"Bone Luo! How come your manifestation technique is so useless? Why did it have to fail at such a crucial moment?"

The Bone Demon King also frowned, his eyes fixed on the violently shaking, crumbling water mirror. His heart was filled with doubt and uncertainty. He said in a deep voice:

"What's all the shouting about? Perhaps the spiritual energy fluctuations at the battleground are too violent, interfering with the reflection!"

Although his Water Mirror Cave Technique is not a supernatural power, it still takes a lot of mental effort.

Watching immortals fight from such a distance is bound to cause some interference, but it certainly wouldn't cause such a sudden collapse.

The Bone Demon King had no choice but to suppress his doubts. He immediately formed a hand seal, and his magical power surged around him, attempting to stabilize the water mirror and resume the path of watching the battle.

However, before his magic could reach her...

"Snap!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the enormous water mirror collapsed in full view of everyone, turning into countless water droplets.

Before the water droplets could even splash, a blinding burst of intense white lightning suddenly erupted from them!

It pierced through the many restrictions and spatial barriers of the Water Palace, and spontaneously emanated from the broken mirror!

The moment a mere wisp of scattered thunderous essence appeared in the water mansion, the entire Mingtang's energy exploded like boiling water.

The exquisite furnishings in the hall, such as the jade table, coral chair, pearl curtain, and glass cup, were blown to dust one after another in this sudden and chaotic riot!

The entire magnificent water palace was instantly reduced to a mess, as if it were about to disintegrate at any moment!

A terrifying aura of killing intent spread out, accompanied by the intense and yang energy of thunder.

Even though everyone present was an old demon, they felt their hearts pounding wildly at this moment, and their protective spiritual light was activated in response, accompanied by various kinds of demonic energy and precious light rising up.

Even after withstanding that suffocating, invisible aura, several demon kings with slightly weaker cultivation experienced a reversal of their qi and blood, nearly losing their composure on the spot.

On the throne, the Azure Mirage Demon Saint's expression darkened. He rose and waved his sleeves, from which a large mass of dense, ethereal, and ever-changing mirage energy surged forth.

In an instant, it enveloped the rampant lightning essence and seized it into its palm.

The mist churned, with flashes of lightning visible, hissing and grinding against each other with the mirage.

The mirage's energy shifted, and its brilliance gradually faded.

In just a few breaths, the terrifying thunderous energy slowly dissipated in his palm without leaving a trace.

The demons, still shaken, all looked at the Azure Mirage Demon Saint with expressions of admiration.

"The Demon Saint's divine powers are truly remarkable!"

"Thanks to the Demon Saint's intervention!"

The Azure Mirage Demon Saint remained calm and said indifferently:

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"It was merely the aftershock of a battle, tainted with a trace of the killing intent of a true immortal, hence possessing some power. It's nothing to boast about."

It seems that the Bull King and that True Lord have fought to a fever pitch, their supernatural powers becoming increasingly refined and fierce.

Therefore, the interaction of Qi caused vibrations in the void, which even the technique of observing the law through borrowed Qi could not withstand.

His sleeves drooped down as he slowly sat back down in his original position.

Upon hearing this, all the demons nodded in agreement, and their gazes returned to the spot where the water mirror had been.

The place was now empty, with only a few traces of moisture remaining.

No one could see that the right hand of the Azure Mirage Demon Saint, hidden within the wide sleeves of his robe, was charred black, the flesh of his palm deeply exposed to the bone.

His face remained impassive as he slowly closed his fingers inside his sleeve, concealing the shocking injuries and the deep tremor in his heart.

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Inside the Water Palace's main hall, all the demons had dispersed, leaving only the Azure Mirage Demon Saint and the Bone Demon King sitting opposite each other.

The table was still a mess, with traces of the thunderous energy that had raged there.

"When the great river changes course and flows into the Western Sea, the resulting waves will be no small matter. We will need the Demon Saint to lend a helping hand at the crucial moment."

Having already agreed, how could I possibly go back on my word? This matter concerns the peace of the Western Sea, and it is my duty to do my part, however small.

The Bone Demon King gave him a deep look and nodded, saying, "Demon Saint, rest assured. On the day the Thunder Dragon Transformation is completed, the newly formed Dragon Pearl will naturally be at your disposal."

"Eh..."

The Azure Mirage Demon Saint gently shook his head, his smile deepening slightly, and corrected him:

"That is incorrect. It is not a matter of 'stealing' but rather returning the item to its rightful owner, which is rightfully mine to retrieve."

Over the years, that little dragon has wreaked havoc on the rivers and lakes, slaughtering living beings to fulfill its own path, committing countless evil deeds and becoming entangled in karmic burdens.

Since the Dragon Ball will be unclaimed at that time, out of consideration for our shared aquatic lineage, I cannot bear to see it fall into disuse or cause harm. Therefore, I have retrieved it and will keep it safe for you.

This is in accordance with Heaven's will and the will of the people, resolving a karmic debt, and is also a good deed.

He spoke gently, as if he were explaining something self-evident and of immeasurable merit.

After saying that, he chuckled softly to himself twice.

The Bone Demon King remained silent, his face expressionless.

Zhe Lei Long Jun was nothing more than a pawn destined to be discarded in their plan.

The resources, fortune, and even the dragon pearl that it eventually formed were all calculated and included in the scheme.

Whether it lives or dies, whether it becomes a dragon or turns to ashes, makes no difference to Gu Luo.

As he was pondering this, the Bone Demon King's heart skipped a beat, and then his expression changed, and he abruptly stood up.

"Demon Saint, Gu Luo has urgent business to attend to and must take his leave for now."

He hastily cupped his hands in greeting, and before the Azure Mirage Demon Saint could respond, his figure transformed into a dark streak of light, breaking through the Water Palace's restrictions and vanishing into the darkness of the deep sea in an instant.

After watching the Bone Demon King hastily depart, the gates of the Water Palace closed silently.

The Azure Mirage Demon Saint sat alone in his original position, his smile gradually fading. He slowly raised his right hand, his sleeve slipping down to reveal his palm.

The charred wound was gruesome, so deep that bone was visible.

The lingering domineering golden energy and scattered lightning bolts stubbornly lingered, bringing a sharp, piercing pain that could shatter the minds of ordinary cultivators.

However, the Azure Mirage Demon Saint showed no sign of pain; instead, a smile slowly crept onto his face.

He stared intently at the wound on his palm, his gaze burning, as if it were not a wound, but some kind of Dao trace containing supreme mystery.

"So that's how it is! So this is the aura of a true immortal? Well done, truly splendid, Lord Jingfa..."

The Azure Mirage Demon Saint slowly closed his five fingers, tightly gripping the charred wound, as if he wanted to imprint every wisp of energy and every trace of Dao into the depths of his soul.

"Confined in the city of sorrow for five hundred autumns, a wisp of thunder reveals the true flow... So that's how it is, so that's where it is."

A very soft laugh echoed faintly in the empty water palace before disappearing without a trace.

The injury on the palm is a sign of Daoist wisdom!

The Azure Mirage Demon Saint rose, put his hands behind his back, and headed straight for the quiet chamber deep within the Water Palace.

His wide sleeves hung down, concealing the charred palms.

Unbeknownst to them, a wisp of blazing white lightning flickered and shone brightly.