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

The renowned author Hengyang Yanqu has joined the platform with his new work, "Journey to the West: Starting from Jingfa Zhenjun"!

On the Tunlei River, the wind and waves raged like fury.

The Thunder Dragon Lord revealed his dark blue dragon body, several tens of feet long, and rode the increasingly violent turbid waves that had changed course, rushing towards the West Sea.

Wherever it passed, mountains crumbled, forests were destroyed, and the cries of living beings were drowned out by the thunder and the sound of water.

The dragon's vertical pupils reflected the horizon where water and sky met, and his heart burned with passion.

Once the rivers flow into the sea, we can take advantage of this earth-shaking momentum to draw upon the blessing of the West Sea Dragon Vein, condense the Dragon Pearl and hang it in the Palace of Destiny, and break through the barrier to becoming a deity.

The long and arduous journey of self-cultivation culminates in this very day.

Just as he was wantonly engulfing the mountains and fields on both sides of the river, a red rainbow suddenly appeared in the sky, breaking through the air from the direction of the Kingdom of Women.

Where the rainbow passed, the leaden clouds in the sky parted and left a clear trail, the wind and rain stopped abruptly, and the sky began to brighten.

Zhe Leilongjun's heart tightened suddenly.

This aura... is it Jiang Xiao? He has actually broken through to the Nascent Soul stage? What is he doing here?

However, before Zhe Leilongjun could think further, the crimson rainbow had already disappeared into the heart of the river, revealing the figure of a Taoist in crimson robes.

The next step, like stepping onto a staircase, landed steadily on his proud dragon head.

What a shame!

The Thunder Dragon King was immediately filled with shock and anger, feeling a heavy weight on the top of his head, as if a mountain of ten thousand jun was pressing down on him.

The enormous dragon body struggled and thrashed, causing thousands of turbid waves to erupt beneath it, and lightning struck down madly!

He wanted to crush this arrogant Taoist along with his nascent soul!

However, no matter how much the Thunder Dragon Lord activated his supernatural powers, causing rivers to turn upside down and the sky to change color, the crimson-robed Taoist standing on his head remained rooted to the spot like a rock, completely unmoved.

Wind and rain cannot penetrate its clothes, and muddy currents cannot get near its body.

"hold head high!"

A roar of shock and anger resounded across the sky.

"Jiangxiao! How dare you insult me ​​to this extent?"

This lord is performing the grand ceremony of dredging the waterways, which is in accordance with the timing of Heaven and the advantages of the land. What does it have to do with you?

Don't think that just because you've luckily condensed your Nascent Soul, you can stand on equal footing with me and obstruct my righteous path!

In an instant, Jiang Tao roared, and lightning flashed and thunder roared, all cheering him on.

The enormous dragon's body thrashed wildly in the turbid river water, creating even higher and more ferocious waves, turning the surrounding area for dozens of miles into a vast swamp.

Jiangxiao Zhenren lowered his eyes, his gaze settling calmly on the ferocious dragon head struggling beneath his feet.

The Tai Chi sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the turbid stream, its blade faintly glowing with crimson light, like the first blush of dawn.

Amidst the roaring waves, he lowered his gaze, looking down as if observing koi carp in a pond; the sound was like a clear chime, yet it overwhelmed the thunder and lightning.

"What does it matter to you if I kill you today?"

Upon hearing these words, the pent-up ferocity in Zhe Lei Long Jun's heart exploded.

He couldn't help but laugh in his extreme anger; the roar of the dragon pierced through gold and split rocks.

"Good! What audacity! A mere Nascent Soul cultivator dares to speak of slaughter!"

Today I will show you what it means to reach the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and what the difference between heaven and earth truly is!

Before he finished speaking, his magical power erupted!

The river, already turbulent due to the forced change of course, was now boiling over completely.

The turbid waves surged into the sky, transforming into countless ferocious water dragons, carrying crushed rocks and trees, and rushed towards the figure in crimson robes from all directions.

At the same time, the demonic clouds were stirred by its magic power, and thick bolts of cyan-purple lightning tore through the sky and descended overhead!

In an instant, dark thunder and turbid water attacked from above and below.

They vowed to crush that person standing on the top, along with his arrogance, into dust.

Faced with such a powerful force, Chen Jiao's expression remained unchanged, only his foot sank slightly.

The force penetrated the dragon's head and pierced through its bones.

Just as the Thunder Dragon Lord was stirring up storms and controlling thunder and water, he felt an indescribable, heavy force pierce through his spine from the Baihui point on the top of his head and through his entire body.

The surging magical power instantly reversed, and excruciating pain and dizziness overwhelmed his mind.

The enormous dragon's body trembled violently, and its raised head slammed downwards uncontrollably, letting out a painful roar.

It was forcefully trampled and slammed into the raging, roaring waves below, creating a towering column of water and a huge eddy in the middle of the river.

Almost simultaneously, Chen Jiao thrust out the Tai Chi Sword in his hand.

There was nothing fancy about it; it was just a simple, straightforward slash that met the oncoming waves of fierce fire and the thunder of lightning.

Where the sword's edge passed, a crimson glow shimmered forth, initially just a thin line, but soon spreading out, staining the wind and rain across the sky crimson.

As the rosy light reached, the hundreds of ferocious blue-purple lightning bolts that crashed down seemed to have struck an invisible chasm, emitting a series of mournful cries.

It broke off and shattered from the middle, exploding into countless tiny electric snakes that flashed for a moment before disappearing into the wind and rain.

The towering, turbid waves that crashed in with immense force struck the rosy light as if hitting a reef.

With a deafening roar, it exploded into a dense shower of water droplets that blotted out the sky, falling like a sudden, torrential downpour.

With a single sword strike, the thunder vanished, and the raging tide turned into rain.

Chen Jiao stood silently with his sword in hand, his robes fluttering gently in the lingering moisture and breeze, untouched by any dust.

The Thunder Dragon King struggled to rise from the turbid waves in the middle of the river, its head still buzzing and its body still in excruciating pain.

Looking up, under the sunlight, the Taoist priest in crimson robes stood with his sword in hand. The surrounding thunder and water had dissipated, creating an eerie tranquility.

He felt a surge of shock and anger, and a chill ran through him.

The Thunder Dragon Lord lay hidden in the surging river, only revealing half of its ferocious head and chilling vertical pupils. Its voice, mingled with the wind and waves, rolled out:

"Jiangxiao! So what if your sword is sharp? The wind and rain, the weather and the terrain, are in my hands!"

The momentum of the Thunder River flowing into the Western Sea is already established, vast and mighty, in accordance with the will of Heaven and Earth. How could you, with just one sword, possibly stop it?

Even with extraordinary killing skills, could one possibly sever the flow of this thousand-mile-long river or reverse this torrential rain?

After speaking, he stretched his neck and chanted a long song, which resounded throughout the surrounding area, carrying a sense of catharsis.

Dark clouds gathered again, and the rain intensified.

The river, having changed course, became even more turbulent, its surging force unstoppable, carrying with it shattered rocks and broken trees, continuing its destructive flow into the distance.

The power of heaven and earth seemed to be at his disposal.

Chen Jiao looked down and saw turbid waves surging into the sky, the wind and rain darkening the sky, and the dragon hiding within.

Indeed, it is connected to the changed course of the river and the changing weather, making it difficult to distinguish between them for a time.

His expression remained calm, though a slight thought stirred within him.

Suddenly, a warm, clear light emanated from his waist, and a small cauldron, about an inch long, flew out on its own and hovered in front of him.

The small tripod grew taller as soon as it was exposed to the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it had grown to a height of about ten feet, its entire body a bronze color, with ancient and simple patterns on its surface.

At this moment, it was emitting soft cyan halos, which were out of place with the violent thunder, wind and water vapor around it, and instead had a mysterious charm of calming the storm and soothing the restlessness.

The cauldron appeared in an instant.

The Thunder Dragon Lord in the river below suddenly shrank his huge vertical pupils to a slit!

"This cauldron..."

He naturally recognized this object.

At the treasure exchange event in Tongyou City that day, King Yurong took out the ancient bronze cauldron that no one could touch, which was ultimately obtained by this person and transformed into a delicate little cauldron that disappeared into his sleeve.

At the time, it was considered a strange coincidence, but no one knew what mysteries this cauldron held.

Looking back now...

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