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

Chen Jiao returned on a cloud and landed in front of Lei's ceremonial guard.

His expression was calm, his aura was restrained, and he showed no signs of fatigue. Only his black cloak fluttered and his jade pendant shone.

Fei Peng, Hu Lei She Qi Da Jiang, Qian Tian Fu Mo Jiang Jiang, and other generals all stepped forward to greet them.

Although the True Lord's appearance was unharmed and his demeanor was as usual, there was still a hint of concern between his brows.

Fei Peng was the first to greet him, saying, "Is the True Lord well? That Bull Demon King is truly vicious."

Chen Jiao waved his hand slightly, indicating that it was alright: "After a brief exchange, it's clear that the Bull Demon King is a reasonable person and stopped when he had enough."

General Hu Lei She Qi breathed a sigh of relief and said in a loud voice:

"The scale of the battle just now was truly impressive; even we, the humble generals, were quite alarmed while watching it."

General Qian Tian Fu Mo nodded in agreement, saying, "True Lord's magical power is profound, and we are all in awe. However, that Bull Demon King's strength is astonishing. Would True Lord like to take a moment to recover?"

Chen Jiao waved his hand slightly, indicating that it was alright, and his aura had returned to its original calm and composed state.

Seeing that the True Lord was unharmed, the Firebell and Thunder Messenger beside him was also relieved and said:

"In my humble opinion, if he truly doesn't know right from wrong, doesn't understand destiny, and dares to fight and entangle with the True Lord to the death..."

"Hmph, even if it costs me all my cultivation, I'll charge forward and break off one of his ox horns to make a drinking vessel for you, True Lord, only then can I vent my anger."

His tone was resolute and menacing, as if he were about to charge into battle at any moment.

The generals around him knew his temperament and felt the same way, so they all looked at Chen Jiao when they heard this.

Chen Jiao glanced at the generals and saw that although they looked calm, there was still a slight tension between their brows, which they had felt while watching the battle. He knew that they were worried about him.

Chen Jiao shook his head and chuckled, "Forget it. The Bull Demon King is no fool. This exchange was both well-controlled. Let him bear those two horns himself."

Seeing that the True Lord looked calm and even smiled, the generals finally relaxed.

The tense atmosphere eased, and then a low laugh softly rose from the clouds.

With the True Lord unharmed and the overall situation under control, the rest are not worth worrying about.

The Demon-Devouring and Monster-Eating Fierce Officer and the Firebell Thunder Messenger were old acquaintances. Upon hearing this, he laughed heartily, swung his fist, as big as a bowl, and gave the Firebell a light tap, teasingly saying:

"When the Bull Demon King revealed his true form, he was eight or nine hundred feet long. You are probably not even as big as a hoof of his!"

"I'd be incredibly lucky if you could withstand a kick and not fall apart!"

The Firebell Thunder Messenger was knocked back by his punch, but he wasn't angry. He just glared at him and said:

"What do you know? If it really comes to that, who cares about his size? Even if it means certain death, we'll bite off a piece of his flesh!"

"Indeed, indeed, you, Firebell Messenger, have the most formidable teeth!"

Several generals nearby joined in the laughter.

The atmosphere on the battlefield was filled with joy.

As the laughter subsided, Chen Jiao glanced at the assembled generals and asked, "Yang Feng has not yet returned to the ranks?"

Fei Peng stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Reporting to the True Lord, Commander Yang has not yet returned."

Chen Jiao nodded slightly, not surprised at all, and said calmly, "No need to wait, let's continue our patrol as before."

"Yes, sir!"

The generals received their orders and returned to their posts.

Banners are unfurled once more, drums are lightly beaten, and the vast cloud road is paved anew.

The Xie Zhi roared, and clouds rose from its four hooves.

Chen Jiao sat upright on the back of the Xie Zhi, his expression calm and composed, but his gaze had already passed over the mountains, rivers and cities rushing past below, and was directed towards the vast expanse where the water and sky met.

His eyes shone with a clear light, as if piercing through thousands of miles of waves and falling into some deep sea.

Do you really think that by using spying techniques from thousands of miles away, you can do it without anyone noticing?

Do you really think that it was just a wisp of thunderous energy that accidentally spilled out?

Chen Jiao chuckled inwardly, remaining silent, yet exuding a chilling insight into cause and effect, and a profound understanding of illusion:

"Eight, very good."

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Deep within the Tunlei River's water palace.

A patrolling yaksha knelt tremblingly before the hall, reporting the shocking events at Xuanri Mountain, the fall of the Azure Crab Demon Lord, and the collapse of the mountain gate.

He then buried his head deeply, not daring to breathe.

On the jade throne, the Thunder Dragon Lord, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly froze, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

The undercurrents within the hall suddenly ceased, transforming into a suffocating, chilling pressure.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Zhe Lei Long Jun slammed his hand on the jade table in front of him, and the table, made of thousand-year-old cold jade, turned into dust without a sound.

"Jiangxiao!"

Zhe Lei Long Jun slowly squeezed out these two words through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse, and lightning flashed in his eyes.

"How dare you! How dare you! A mere Golden Core cultivator, an ant-like thing, dares to repeatedly jeopardize my important affairs!"

The angry curses echoed loudly in the water palace.

Yu Zhi, who had been fortunate enough not to have gone to Xuanri Mountain, was also pale-faced.

She lowered her eyes, concealing the resentment and sorrow surging within them, but her clenched fists in her sleeves were already tightly gripped, her nails digging into her palms.

Xuanri Mountain was her home and home. Although Yu Ming was dead, his foundation remained. Now that it had been uprooted, how could she not hate it?

"Good, very good."

Zhe Lei Long Jun spoke again, his hatred still burning.

"He killed my adopted son and destroyed my allies; I underestimated this boy."

Zhe Lei Longjun took a deep breath, and the turbid air carrying the aura of thunder stirred up a gentle breeze in the hall.

Scolding won't help.

With Mount Xuanri destroyed and Cang Xie dead, Jiang Xiao may have already sensed something.

This person cannot be kept alive, but now is not the time to entangle with him.

When Zhe Lei Long Jun closed his eyes, he opened them again, and his eyes were filled with only a cold, dark light and a resolute determination.

"So be it. With the land-based branches severed, there are far fewer constraints."

Are all the necessary items prepared? Are all the steps of the ritual performed correctly?

He asked the prince about one of the tortoise ministers in charge of the matter.

The tortoise-shaped prime minister hurriedly stepped forward and reported in a trembling voice:

"Reporting to the Dragon Lord, everything is ready. All the array points, altars, and water-drawing talismans have been verified and are in perfect working order. We await only the Dragon Lord's command."

"Hmm." Zhe Lei Long Jun nodded slightly.

He slowly walked to the center of the water palace and looked up at the outside world.

On the river, dark clouds hung low, and torrential rain poured down. The Tunlei River was more turbulent and turbulent than ever before, with angry waves crashing against the shore and a sound like ten thousand horses galloping.

The time has come, and the waters have gathered.

The Thunder Dragon Lord's gaze pierced through layers of water curtains and rain curtains, as if he could already see the great river changing its course, the water flowing to the Western Sea, and himself being infused with boundless water spirit, shedding his dragon form and transforming into the form of a true dragon.

"Pass on the order."

Zhe Lei Long Jun said decisively:

"Effective immediately, the three gates of the Water Palace are closed. Without my order, no one may leave, nor may any living creature be released into the river."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"The ritual is complete, and the sacred objects are all prepared. I shall now immediately depart and transform into a dragon in the Western Sea!"

He knew in his heart that the King's arrangements had already been made, and the Bull Demon King must have already stopped the True Lord.

This is the best time, and also the last time!

Upon hearing this, all the aquatic creatures in the hall, whether turtles, yakshas, ​​shrimp soldiers, or crab generals, were greatly shaken and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Yu Zhi also raised her eyes and looked at the resolute profile of Zhe Lei Long Jun. The hatred in her eyes subsided slightly, and a complex and incomprehensible expectation rose up instead.

The moment to transform into a dragon and defy fate is here!

Above the Tunlei River.

Low-hanging leaden clouds, a sudden downpour, and turbulent waves crashing against the river's surface.

Large raindrops pounded on the river surface, stirring up countless white foams, like ten thousand drums beating in unison.

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