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

Read Chapter 323, "Commanding the Four Directions, the River Flows into the Western Sea and Transforms into a Dragon," now to begin today's exciting chapter.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky above the Tunlei River.

Thunder rumbled through the clouds, and lightning flashed, casting a somber glow over the heavens and earth.

Large raindrops poured down, pounding on the river surface, rocks, and trees, making a crackling sound. The rain curtain stretched from the sky to the earth, creating a vast expanse of white.

"hold head high!"

A long, powerful dragon's roar resounded from the deepest part of the river, instantly drowning out the thunder and howling rain.

The next moment, an enormous, dark blue shadow pierced through the water curtain and soared into the sky.

A dragon, tens of feet long, appeared. It had no pearl under its chin, and its body was covered with dark blue scales, with fine electric light flowing between the scales.

It was the Thunder Dragon Lord revealing his true form as a dragon.

A dark blue dragon coiled between the inky clouds and raging waves, its cold, vertical pupils gazing down at the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers destined to be turned into a swamp.

Streaks of dark lightning burst forth from its scales and claws, falling into the river and exploding into clusters of lightning.

The water elemental energy and violent thunder energy mingled and surged, causing chaos and disorder in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred miles.

The dragon spoke in human language, its voice mingling with thunder, rolling out and spreading across the sky and rain.

"I, Zhe Lei, was born in the deep and secluded marshland. For thousands of years, I have swallowed and spat out the rivers and ruled over the aquatic creatures in all directions!"

Today I feel the way of Heaven and comprehend its profound mysteries.

"By harnessing the power of the great river and following the ancient rituals of flood control, we can dredge the waterways, direct the waters back to the sea, thus fulfilling the work of nature and attaining true dragonhood!"

The dragon suddenly raised its head, its vertical pupils blazing with lightning, its resolve as firm as iron, and roared:

"This change of course of the river is inevitable; thunder will clear the way, and even gods and ghosts will flee!"

Those who obstruct me, I will shatter with the waves of the river! Those who defy me, I will be struck down by thunder!

The roaring sound shook the mountains and forests, and birds and beasts hibernated.

Whether they were mountain spirits in seclusion or human cultivators passing by, all were awestruck by this immense power and the resolute demonic energy it contained.

Their expressions changed, some gazing into the distance, others hiding themselves, all deeply shaken, knowing that a momentous event was unfolding.

The next moment, the dark blue dragon let out a long roar that shook the heavens and the earth. Its huge and long dragon body suddenly swung, carrying the force of ten thousand pounds, and crashed into the main stream of the Thunder Swallowing River below!

His magical power erupted without reservation, connecting with the ritual that had already been arranged.

In an instant, the earth's veins roared and the water veins howled.

The dragon used its body as a guide and its strength as a wedge to forcefully pry open the water veins of the great river, changing its course and direction!

The turbid river roared deafeningly, suddenly breaching the original riverbed, carrying with it shattered rocks and uprooted ancient trees, rushing and sweeping away!

As the flood peak passed, the cliffs on both sides of the river collapsed, ancient trees were broken, and birds and beasts fled in panic, turning the area into a vast expanse of water.

The dark blue dragon's shadow appeared and disappeared amidst the towering, turbid waves, riding the water and heading straight for the Western Sea.

High on the riverbank, behind a huge rock that was being battered by the torrential rain, two wet little heads suddenly peeked out.

One was a gray-haired rat spirit, its whiskers trembling. The other was a spotted squirrel spirit, its large tail quivering.

The gray-haired rat spirit twitched its wet nose and suddenly shrieked:

"Old Hua! Can you smell that? Where's that strong fishy stench coming from?"

The spotted squirrel spirit next to him had its tail bristling like a tuft of grass. He looked in the direction the squirrel spirit was pointing and immediately all the fur on his body stood on end.

In the distance, at the bend of the valley, the normally docile river water was now a turbulent yellow, like an ever-growing earthen wall, rumbling and rushing towards us!

Wherever they went, trees that would take two people to encircle looked like straw stalks and were instantly swallowed up by the flood.

"My goodness!"

The squirrel spirit's voice cracked, "What the hell kind of crazy potion is this?"

The rat spirit said hatefully, "Who else could it be? It must be that plague-ridden dragon spirit!"

He's going to become a dragon through the ditch, while we're going to become water ghosts!

Upon hearing this, the squirrel spirit gritted its teeth: "Has that bastard old snake gone mad? Why isn't he walking along the riverbank..."

Before he could finish speaking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled.

The turbid waves had already reached the foot of the mountain, carrying mud and broken logs, crashing against the cliff face with a thunderous roar, splashing water dozens of feet high.

The rat spirit screamed, "Run! Run as far as you can! Staying here is just feeding the turtles!"

The two little demons dared not look again, turned around and scurried away, frantically climbing higher and higher with their hands and feet.

Behind them was the deafening roar of water that swallowed everything. Wherever it passed, ancient trees that would take several people to encircle were uprooted and disappeared in the whirlpool.

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Jieyang Mountain, Zhenyun Temple's alchemy room.

The room was filled with a strong, sweet, and pungent smell of blood.

The purple bronze alchemy furnace that Luo Daoren used to use was neglected in a corner, and in its place was an alchemy furnace that was dark red all over with faint blood-colored patterns flowing around it.

The stove was emitting wisps of pale red steam that swirled upwards, casting an eerie glow over the small room.

Luo Daoren sat cross-legged in front of the furnace, his eyes closed, his already aged face looking even more ashen.

He formed hand seals, striving to guide the vast blood energy that the Cold Crow Corpse Lord was channeling into the furnace to heat it up.

Sweat rolled down his forehead, only to be evaporated by the surrounding scorching heat as soon as it touched the ground.

The blood energy was mixed with resentment and violence, constantly assaulting Luo Daoren's mind, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge and a hint of uncontrollable ferocity to flash across his face from time to time.

The Cold Crow Corpse Lord stood at the entrance of the alchemy room, his cold gaze fixed on Luo Daoren's every move before the furnace.

He said in a sinister tone, "Fellow Daoist Luo, you should be careful."

The blood essence in this furnace comes from fresh, living people that I personally captured and refined; not a single bit can be wasted.

If the medicinal properties are impaired due to your negligence..."

He gave a low, cold laugh, his unspoken meaning full of threat.

Luo Daoren's eyelids twitched slightly, but he didn't open his eyes. He only managed to squeeze out a dry sound from his throat, his tone filled with suppressed irritation:

"If the Corpse Lord continues to speak, disturbing this old Daoist's concentration and control of the fire, causing uneven heating of the furnace and loss of medicinal properties, thus delaying the alchemy process, what will the Corpse Lord do then?"

Upon hearing this, the ghostly fire in the eyes of the Cold Crow Corpse Lord flickered, and he snorted softly, but he truly said nothing more.

He slowly turned his head, gazing into the distance in the direction of the Tunlei River.

The mountain wind picked up, and a faint rumble of thunder rolled in from afar. Raindrops began to patter against the rock face, gradually becoming denser.

"In such stormy weather..."

The Crow Corpse Lord murmured softly, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible anxiety and anticipation.

"That old mudfish Zhe Lei has quite the airs. How long do you want me to wait?"

Could it be that he hesitated at the last minute?

Just as his mind was turning and doubts began to arise.

A long, clear cry suddenly echoed from the horizon, piercing through the wind and rain!

Immediately following was the majestic declaration of the Thunder Dragon Lord, proclaiming to all directions his intention to transform into a dragon and return to the sea, which pierced through the rain and thunder and reached the mountains.

Upon hearing this, the Crow Corpse King was first taken aback, then revealed a hint of barely suppressed joy.

finally come!

The main ingredient of the Yuanlingbao Blood Pill is the medicinal guide that gathers the pure blood essence of thousands of women!

However, after hearing the dragon's ambitious and domineering proclamation, the joy in the eyes of the Cold Crow Corpse King vanished, replaced by a cold sneer.