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

Words spoken become law, and heaven and earth respond accordingly.

With a single thought, Chen Jiao manifested the laws of heaven and earth, and in an instant, he transformed into a towering deity over a thousand feet tall, standing amidst the clouds, his head reaching the heavens and his feet treading the void.

The body of the Dharma is solid, but its features are indistinct.

Amidst the misty air and swirling lightning, only one pair of eyes, as if containing the sun and moon, looked down upon the charging white bull.

The thousand-foot-tall Dharma Image raised its hand without any fancy moves, simply clenching its palm into a fist and pressing down with its fist.

As the fist was delivered, silently yet seemingly drawing upon the immense power of the entire sky, it steadily pressed down upon those two majestic bull heads.

Before the fist arrives, the intention precedes it.

The vast and boundless fist intent was like an invisible chasm, blocking the path of the charging white bull.

The fist and the horn have not yet truly clashed.

Below, in the mountains and rivers, countless demons lay dormant, and spirits trembled with fear.

Countless monsters and spirits lurking in the forests and valleys, upon witnessing this scene, were terrified and dared not look up at it even slightly.

Within their limited perception, they only saw a majestic Dharma image bathed in endless lightning and chaotic pure energy high in the sky, suppressing the white bull with a fist as a seal.

The fist falls like the sky tilting to the northwest; the horn strikes like the earth sinking to the southeast.

The clear light and the demonic aura collided like two giant stars.

Where the giant horn on his forehead made contact with the fist, the void cracked like glass, revealing fine lines that then instantly healed.

After a moment of deathly silence, a violent burst of energy exploded from the point where their fists met, sweeping across the surrounding clouds.

Wherever it passed, the clouds and mist dissipated, the mighty wind swept for thousands of miles, and the mountains below all appeared three-tenths shorter.

The white ox's charge came to an abrupt halt, its massive body slumped downwards, its four hooves carving out four charred tracks in the air, stretching for hundreds of feet.

Chen Jiao's thousand-foot-tall Dharma body remained as steady as a mountain, his fist pressed against the ox horn, and his body was filled with a continuous flow of pure energy.

He absorbed the violent impact, enough to shatter stars, entirely into his fist, refusing to yield an inch.

"Moo!"

The bull's bellow was filled with pain and resentment. Its massive body was shaken back by the unparalleled force and could no longer advance an inch.

The stalemate caused celestial phenomena to become disordered, with wind and thunder appearing and disappearing at times, and clouds and mist brightening and dimming at others.

Furthermore, the immense forces of energy crushed and eroded each other, causing the clear and turbid to mix and return to chaos, from which earth, water, fire, and wind arose from nothingness.

After a few breaths of this stalemate, the pervasive chaotic aura gradually intensified.

As if by unspoken agreement, Chen Jiao and the Bull Demon King retreated almost simultaneously, their thousand-foot-tall Dharma bodies and the white bull's true form withdrawing their supernatural powers and concealing their radiance.

The Bull Demon King's upper body armor was completely shattered, his breathing was heavy, his two tangled arms were trembling slightly, his two horns on his head were sore and numb, his whole body was weak and his blood was churning.

He secretly channeled his inner energy, forcibly suppressing his emotions, but his expression remained unchanged. He only laughed heartily, his voice booming like a bell:

"What a skillful move by the True Lord! What a magnificent divine power that manifests the laws of heaven and earth! Old Niu is willing to accept defeat."

There have been many disagreements this time, and I hope the True Lord will forgive me and not take offense.

Chen Jiao then withdrew his thousand-foot-tall Dharma form, returning to his original shape, and stood in mid-air.

His expression was calm, his eyes were clear and bright, and the blazing white lightning around him gradually disappeared, leaving only wisps of pure energy swirling around him, cleansing away the remaining violent energy.

The Xuan Tian Bi Jie Yun Jin Chang (玄天避劫云锦衣) possesses its own mysteries.

The shockwave from the previous collision with the immense force had been largely neutralized by the protective spiritual energy it contained, thus preserving Chen Jiao's appearance intact.

Meanwhile, the Nine-Spirit Jade Pendant at his waist was emitting a warm glow, silently replenishing the turbulent blood and qi within his body.

Chen Jiao nodded slightly, his voice steady, and said:

"The Ox King also possesses remarkable supernatural powers, with strength reaching a thousand pounds and unparalleled might. This exchange of skills has verified the Daoist principles, and I, too, have gained something from it."

Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King's face lit up with even greater joy, as if he himself had not been the one nearly crushed by a single punch. He clapped his hands and laughed:

"Absolutely! Absolutely! This is truly a case of learning from each other and verifying each other's strengths! I, Old Niu, have also benefited immensely!"

Meanwhile, the demon kings and demon saints of Beiju Luzhou and Nanzhanbuzhou, who were watching the battle between Zhenjun and Niuwang from afar, all felt extremely heavy-hearted.

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Among the billions of demons in the four continents, apart from a few ancient elders who live in seclusion, he can be considered top-tier.

Yet even such a figure failed to gain the slightest advantage over the True Lord.

High in the sky, thunderous lightning tore through the azure heavens, and a divine image of heaven-supporting deity suppressed the ferocious bull.

This scene not only reflected on the western horizon, but also weighed heavily on the hearts of many prying eyes.

Many previously restless thoughts and undercurrents of schemes quietly subsided under the thunder that illuminated the heavens and the unparalleled sharpness of the fists and halberds.

The lightning dissipated, but the murderous intent remained.

Wherever the imperial procession goes, it's likely that no one will be willing to stand out anymore.

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Before long, the Bull Demon King descended from the clouds and returned to the front of his own demon army formation.

He still had a strong and imposing figure, a steady gait, and a calm demeanor.

If it weren't for the fact that his upper body armor was completely ripped off, revealing his bare, muscular chest, he would at first glance look like he had just done some ordinary stretching.

Chief Niu hurriedly stepped forward and asked in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, are you injured? The battle in the sky just now was truly terrifying."

Behind him, the thousands of demon soldiers also looked expectantly at their king, their expressions filled with trepidation.

The Bull Demon King glanced around, his eyelids twitched slightly, then he laughed loudly and said:

"What could I possibly have to do? That True Lord may be quite capable, but your King is no clay figure either!"

It's just a friendly exchange, a way to stretch our muscles and get our skills tested!

His laughter was hearty and full of energy.

Seeing that their king was chatting and laughing as if nothing was wrong, the demon soldiers cheered loudly, shouting "Your Majesty is mighty!"

Their morale, which had been shaken by the battle in the sky, has recovered somewhat.

The Bull Demon King waved his hand with an imposing air, and laughed:

"Alright! The excitement's over, everyone come back to the mountain with me! The men who held the line today did a great job, they'll all be rewarded when we get back!"

Immediately, a demon general gave the order to beat drums and sound gongs.

The thousands of demon soldiers, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly formed ranks, surrounded the Bull Demon King, and rode the rolling demonic winds, retreating towards Mount Cuiyun.

On the cloud path, the Bull Demon King always held the iron cudgel in his hand and never put it away.

Once he was a little distance from his subordinates, the magnanimous look on his face softened slightly. He turned his head slightly and lowered his voice to the head attendant, Niu, who was following closely beside him:

"Quickly, take a close look for me and see if these two horns are damaged."

"I feel a sharp, tingling numbness in my horns, and I can almost smell a burnt odor."

Although the Bull Demon King tried his best to remain calm, a hint of tension was still evident in his voice.

These bull horns were his lifeblood, and with the deepening of his cultivation, they had become harder than divine iron, making them difficult to damage even in the slightest by ordinary magic weapons. They were his signature skill.

It is also an extremely precious item among cattle, as it is fundamental to their reputation.

Although he had withstood the fierce thunder halberd and the Heaven and Earth fist with his thick skin and profound cultivation, the strange feeling coming from his horn made him uneasy.

Upon hearing this, Chief Niu was taken aback. He quickly moved closer and strained his eyes to carefully examine the pair of dark, shiny horns that still exuded a faint sense of menace.

He looked at it again and again, his face showing hesitation, carefully choosing his words, and replied in a low voice:

"Your Majesty... seems to be experiencing some unusual symptoms."

Three inches below the tip, the luster dims slightly, and upon closer inspection, the grain resembles that of old wood struck by lightning, with a slight darkening and cracking.

Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King's face immediately stiffened, his lips twitched slightly, and the composure he had been maintaining crumbled considerably.

He raised his hand, seemingly wanting to touch the bull's horns, but forcibly restrained himself, ultimately just pressing his fist to his lips and coughing softly, his voice filled with heartache and frustration:

"What a loss... this time we've really lost big time!"

That damned divine power of heaven and earth! I never want to encounter such supernatural abilities again!