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

Above the clouds, a fierce wind howled.

Commander Yang Feng of the Thunder Cavalry stood solemnly with 108 riders, their armor reflecting the sunlight, clearly contrasting with the churning, lingering rain clouds below.

Yang Feng placed his hand on the Thunder Whip at his waist, his stern face revealing no emotion.

His gaze followed the receding crimson rainbow until it disappeared into the horizon, then he withdrew his gaze and remained silent.

One of the silver-armored generals beside him couldn't contain himself and asked in a low voice:

"General, that monstrous dragon just now wreaked havoc on the waters, causing chaos and destroying mountains and rivers. Why didn't we immediately take action and kill that beast?"

Yang Feng, without shifting his gaze, shook his head and said:

"Killing the dragon to vent my anger is just a piece of cake."

However, spilled water cannot be gathered up again. By the time you and I arrived, the waters of the great river had already poured down, and the surging momentum was irreversible.

With our combined strength, we might be able to slow it down temporarily, but we can hardly restore all rivers to their proper places.

The silver-armored general was taken aback, then said:

"This... is indeed beyond our capabilities. But should we simply let it run rampant?"

Yang Feng shook his head slightly, glanced at him sideways, and said:

"The water's course was not formed by nature; it was forcibly altered by a demonic dragon using the earth's veins and spiritual energy, more like some kind of ritual. Killing one dragon is easy, but severing its root cause and destroying its backup plan is difficult."

Moreover, the True Lord has already made arrangements. If we act rashly and make a big fuss, it will easily alert those lurking behind the scenes.

At that time, they will be in the dark while we are in the light; this is not the act of a wise man. To alert the enemy would be a great pity.

The silver-armored general suddenly realized, but couldn't help but ask doubtfully, "General, are you saying that there is someone behind this demonic dragon?"

Judging from his arrogance, he is already a powerful figure in the Nascent Soul realm, and not far from the Deity Transformation realm. He even harbors ambitions to transform into a Dragon. Why would he need to rely on others?

Yang Feng nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the river surface, which was gradually calming but still murky, and the shocking devastation on both banks. He said slowly:

"To trespass and transform into a dragon, to seize the creation of heaven and earth, and to go against the natural course of rivers, is no small matter."

The necessary spiritual objects, rituals, timing, location, and even human factors cannot all be managed by a single dragon.

Look at the precision with which the water changed course, the timing of its release—could this have been done hastily? The demonic dragon may be the blade, but the one wielding it is likely lurking in the shadows.

He paused slightly, lowered his voice, and conveyed a sense of sternness:

"This is the intention of the True Lord in ordering me to lead my troops here. It is not to kill a dragon in plain sight, but to observe its momentum, investigate its source, and wait for its move."

The True Lord tours the four continents, punishing evil and upholding the law; he must uproot them completely to uphold the majesty of Heaven.

Upon hearing this, the silver-armored general's expression turned solemn, and he clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:

"This humble general is dull-witted, thank you for your guidance, General."

Yang Feng said no more, only raised his hand and gave the order:

"By order of the General, each unit shall, according to the previous arrangements, conceal their tracks and disperse in all directions to carefully observe all unusual movements, spiritual activity, and suspicious energy within a thousand miles."

However, if any discovery is made, it must be immediately transmitted secretly using a thunder talisman, without alerting the enemy.

"Yes, sir!"

More than a hundred Thunder Riders received the order and immediately transformed into streaks of lightning, silently disappearing into the misty mountains as if they had never appeared.

Only Yang Feng remained atop the cloud, overlooking the mountains and rivers, like a hawk patrolling, waiting for the lurking snake to reveal its tracks.

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Jieyang Mountain, outside the alchemy room of Zhenyun Temple.

The Crow Corpse King stood with his hands behind his back on the cliff edge, ghostly flames flickering in his deep-set eyes as he stared intently at the direction of the Thunder-Swallowing River.

A crimson rainbow descends, a Taoist appears, riding a dragon, his sword gleaming in the sky.

Although the distance between them and the mixed energy made it difficult to see the whole picture, it was clear that the old mudfish's dragon transformation was thwarted.

Such a momentous event as the transformation of a dragon into a dragon, whose very essence draws upon heaven and earth, has been abruptly interrupted and suppressed...

Han Ya Shi Jun's heart suddenly sank.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the dark red alchemy furnace in the alchemy room, which was filled with the aura of blood.

Luo Daoren remained seated with his eyes closed, his forehead beaded with sweat, and his body trembled almost imperceptibly.

The fire in the furnace was blazing, the furnace was almost ready, and the joy of the main ingredients arriving had not yet dissipated when a bucket of ice water was poured over his head.

Without the monstrous floodwaters caused by the Yangtze River changing its course, how could the Kingdom of Women have been submerged? And where did the pure blood and energy of the thousands of women required come from?

Without the old mudfish that lured the thunder and transformed into a dragon, how could it mobilize the power of heaven and earth to bear the blood debt and karmic retribution for slaughtering the people of a nation?

Anxiety gnawed at his mind like poisonous insects.

That old mudfish Zhe Lei, all those years of hard work have gone to waste, and this unexpected turn of events has occurred at the very last moment!

The Corpse Lord of the Cold Crow harbored resentment. Did he really have to personally take action and slaughter an entire nation?

The moment this thought arose, the Cold Crow Corpse Lord shuddered and immediately cut off the idea.

What a joke.

Such blatant, disruptive, and destructive karmic force, capable of slaughtering an entire nation, would be something even an old demon like King Gu Luo, let alone him, would never dare to easily taint.

This is why there are schemes to use the thunder of hibernation to spread rumors and incite natural disasters to deceive people.

By acting in accordance with the power of heaven and earth, the calamities will be borne by those who navigate the waters, and the cause and effect will mostly be attributed to nature. They are merely taking advantage of the situation, which is the safest way.

now……

The Cold Crow Corpse Lord glanced at Luo Daoren, who was sweating profusely in front of the alchemy furnace, and the ghostly fire in his eyes flickered uncertainly.

The furnace is almost finished, but the main materials are still nowhere in sight. A sudden thunderclap foretells misfortune, and the grand plan is aborted halfway.

What should we do next? How should we explain this to King Bone Luo?

The Corpse King's mind raced, burning with anxiety. His fingers unconsciously tightened, creating deep cracks in the wooden railing of the corridor.

Should we find another way, or...?

Just as I was getting anxious, a red light suddenly filled my eyes through the window.

Should we find another way, or...?

Just as I was getting anxious, a red light suddenly filled my eyes through the window.

A crimson radiance descended suddenly from the highest heavens without warning, hanging precisely above the Pillow Cloud Temple!

The radiance spread out, transforming into a misty, flowing crimson haze that instantly enveloped the mountainside, cleansing away the malevolent, corpse-like aura that permeated the temple.

In the glow of the sunset, a figure in crimson robes stood holding a sword, looking down from the sky with a calm gaze that met the eyes of the Cold Crow Corpse Lord, who was looking up from the corridor.

A clear and peaceful voice echoed through the mountains:

"So you are the Crow Corpse Lord?"

As far as the Cold Crow Corpse Lord could see, all that remained was a crimson glow that filled the heavens and the earth.

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The royal palace of the Women's Kingdom, under the eaves of the tall building.

The Queen, still holding Xiao Yaoguang, stared blankly at the eastern horizon.

The crimson rainbow appeared abruptly and disappeared swiftly, parting the heavy rain clouds and brightening the sky where it passed, clearing away the clouds and the rain.

The clear, resonant sound of a sword followed immediately, its lingering echo seemingly still echoing in one's ears, blending with the gradually fading sound of rain.

Strands of sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting a cool, luminous glow on the damp palace tiles.

Little Yao Guang, nestled in her arms, tightened her grip on her mother's neck, tilted her head back, and looked up at the bright sunlight reflecting in her dark eyes, asking softly:

"Mother...is it an immortal who has come?"

The Queen was unsettled and did not know the reason.

She looked up and gazed into the distance. The rain had stopped and the clouds had parted, revealing only a faint red streak remaining in the sky, pointing towards the Tunlei River.

The previously suffocating roars of the dragon and the howling of the water seemed to be fading away.

The bright red rainbow, with its clear and pure aura that cleansed away the demonic atmosphere, inexplicably calmed her bewildered and anxious mind.

"Perhaps... it really was a celestial being who passed by and relieved this calamity."