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

High above the heavens.

The Thunder Sun Demon-Subduing Sword and the Mixed Iron Giant Cudgel clashed violently.

There was no loud clang of metal clashing, nor the booming sound of explosive energy.

A single point of extreme light flashed and disappeared in an instant, and then, the sound and light, and even the surging and colliding energy, seemed to be wiped out by an invisible force.

And from the point where the sword and staff clashed, invisible ripples spread out.

Wherever it passes, the abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth instantly returns to its source, transforming into the most primal, misty, pure air.

Chen Jiao felt his blood and qi suddenly reverse in his chest and abdomen, and his body retreated uncontrollably. His Xuan Tian Averting Calamity Cloak fluttered and glowed with a clear light.

Meanwhile, the Bull Demon King on the opposite side had already retracted his towering, hundred-foot-tall body and returned to his normal size.

His armor had long since turned to ashes without a sound, revealing his muscular, iron-like chest.

Lightning snakes roamed across it, leaving behind scorched white marks, and sparks danced among its whiskers and hair.

The Bull Demon King repelled the True Lord with a single blow, but his face showed no sign of triumph. Instead, a deep solemnity flashed in his copper bell-like eyes.

"This True Lord..." The Bull Demon King thought to himself with a chill.

"He was able to fight me, an old man who has refined the three elements of Geng metal, Ji earth, and Ren water, to such an extent, and he was still calm and composed."

And from beginning to end, he never revealed any of the Five Elements supernatural powers…

His mind raced, and a startling guess came to mind.

"Could it be... that he has reached the state of perfect harmony of the five elements, without any flaws? Is he simply unwilling to fight me to the death, and therefore refrains from using his supernatural powers?"

Thinking of this, the Bull Demon King's eyes were complicated, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the iron cudgel in his hand.

On the other side, Chen Jiao stabilized himself a hundred feet away. The scattered thunderous energy around him flowed back into his body like rivers flowing into the sea, suppressing the turbulent blood and qi within him.

He thought to himself, "This old ox is indeed remarkable. He has already refined three of the five elements. His magical power is so profound and his supernatural abilities are so domineering that he is even more powerful than Nezha. He is truly troublesome."

Without a supernatural countermeasure, relying solely on the Radiant Heavenly Thunder would indeed make a swift victory difficult.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Jiao's immense magical power surged from his dantian and poured into the blazing white lightning halberd that had been condensed again in his palm.

With a flick of his right arm, he swung the blazing white lightning halberd forward.

The thunder halberd, which was initially only a few feet long, suddenly burst into lightning as he swung his arm.

In an instant, it transformed into a magnificent bolt of lightning that stretched across the sky, its length unknown!

Blazing white lightning filled the field of vision, as if tearing a brilliant rift through the entire azure sky.

With the force to sweep away thousands of troops and shatter all laws, they rushed towards the location of the Bull Demon King!

Clouds below.

Fei Peng, Hu Lei She Qi General, and other generals of the Thunder Palace saw an endless, blazing white thunder halberd sweep across the sky.

Its majestic power and boundless aura caused all who witnessed it to tremble with awe.

On Wild Ox Ridge, the thousands of demon soldiers led by Chief Ox were already so frightened that they lay prostrate on the ground, only daring to steal glances at the gods fighting in the sky.

At this moment, the terrifying, white thunder halberd that seemed capable of piercing the sky reappeared.

Everyone stared in disbelief, their scalps tingling, as if the sky itself were about to be cleaved in two by this single halberd strike.

As the giant halberd, blazing with lightning, swept across the sky, the Bull Demon King raised his head and roared, his voice shaking the heavens, before pulling away the iron cudgel in his hand.

His body surged with a burst of demonic energy, and his form changed drastically amidst the light!

In an instant.

A colossal creature has appeared above the clouds.

A giant bull, pure white with not a single stray hair, stood firmly against the sky, its four hooves barely touching the ground.

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It stood majestically, like an ancient divine mountain descending to the mortal world, its fierce and malevolent aura filling the heavens and earth.

Its head was as majestic as a mountain, and its eyes flashed with lightning-like light when they opened and closed; its two bull horns curved towards the sky, black and shiny, like two iron towers supporting the sky.

His mouth contained jagged, sharp teeth that gleamed coldly.

From head to tail, it is eight or nine hundred feet long; from hoof to back, it is no less than six hundred feet high. This is its true form, fierce and awe-inspiring.

Poems as proof:

Its majestic horns reach the clouds, its iron hooves shatter the dust of the void. Its eyes hold the cold lightning that shoots towards the heavens, its body bears the weight of the universe and stabilizes heaven and earth.

It is not a technique of imitating the heavens and earth; its true form is that of a demon god. The true nature of the Western Continent's Demon Saint is revealed today—a powerful and revered being!

The great white bull lowered its enormous head, which resembled a mountain peak, and its pair of curved horns, which seemed capable of piercing the sky, pointed diagonally forward.

His bull-like eyes were fixed on the sweeping, devastating thunder halberd, and a muffled, thunderous sound echoed across the battlefield:

"True Lord Wuna! If you can withstand the horns of that old ox, then you win this round!"

Before the words were even finished, it stomped its four hooves into the air, and the clouds beneath its feet exploded with a roar, advancing instead of retreating.

Using its two horns as sharp points, it recklessly crashed into the blazing white lightning halberd that filled its field of vision.

"boom!"

This time, the deafening roar was made without any attempt to conceal it, like billions of thunderbolts exploding simultaneously!

The mighty thunder halberd was actually forced to withstand this fierce and unparalleled impact, its lightning flaring violently and emitting a humming sound as if it could not bear the weight.

The blazing white lightning halberd that stretched across the sky suddenly cracked open at the point where it met the bull's horn, creating a shockingly large fissure, and then shattered into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the white light engulfed the heavens, transforming into a thunderous inferno!

The white bull appeared and disappeared in the Thunder Prison, its hair standing on end and its skin torn and charred, yet it stood firm.

"Moo!"

Within the Thunder Prison, a long, deep moo of a bull rang out, piercing through metal and splitting rocks, even overpowering the thunderous roar!

The next instant, the center of the Blazing White Thunder Prison was suddenly shattered by an unparalleled force!

"Snap!"

As the lightning shattered, a pair of enormous, blood-red eyes pierced through the barrier, locking onto Chen Jiao, who was hundreds of feet away.

Two thick, hot streams of white vapor shot out from the nostrils of the large white ox, and its four hooves stomped out in mid-air, creating visible ripples.

Ignoring the remaining electric snakes still coiling around its body, it lowered its head, aimed its giant horns—which had once plowed the earth and broken mountains—at the figure in the black cloak ahead, and charged forward with all its might!

Its force was so fierce that it seemed to smash a hole in the sky and crush everything in its path into dust.

Seeing the great white bull charge forward with all its might, the surrounding void was as solid as iron, and the energy was blocked, leaving no way to avoid it.

Chen Jiao's eyes narrowed, and he said in a low voice:

"long!"

Words become law.

His figure swelled in the wind, his black cloak billowed, and his aura seemed to be connected with the earth beneath his feet, the azure sky above his head, and the surrounding void.

In the blink of an eye, a majestic Dharma image, thousands of feet tall and draped in flowing black robes, stood erect in the clouds.

His body was surrounded by raging white electric snakes, and his eyes seemed to hold the rising and setting of the sun and moon as they opened and closed; there was no greater majesty than this.

The Thunder God lowered his head, looking down at the red-eyed, charging snow-white giant bull, saying nothing, only raising his right arm and clenching his fist.

The fist was initially just an ordinary one, but as it moved, it seemed to carry the weight of the entire sky.

The boundless essence of thunder was concentrated at the tip of his fist, and he slowly pressed down on the mountain-like bull's head that was charging towards him.

A thousand-foot-tall Dharma image, delivered with a single punch.

Before the fist even arrived, the overwhelming force of the punch was already like an ancient, divine mountain pressing down.