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

This Bull Demon King fears neither heaven nor earth, but he has a great deal of respect and love for his wife, and is also somewhat afraid of her.

At this moment, thinking of his wife's concerned face, the flame that had been burning in his heart was doused with cold water and its heat was instantly reduced.

He touched the cup in his hand, and a faint tingling sensation seemed to return to the ox horn.

A moment later, the Bull Demon King raised his eyes, his face now bearing a hearty smile, and waved to the Lion Camel King, saying:

"My dear brother, you may go ahead. I, Old Niu, am preoccupied with trivial matters these days, so I will not travel far."

Such opportunities are reserved for those of virtue and ability. My dear brother is no ordinary person, so perhaps he can gain something from them.

Seeing his expression, the Lion Camel King knew his mind was made up, so he didn't try to persuade him further, but simply clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"In that case, take care, brother. I will go and investigate now! If I find anything, I will explain it to you."

The Bull Demon King raised his cup and said with a smile, "Take care, my good brother."

The Lion Camel King finished his wine, stood up, his demonic aura surging around him, and a whirlwind of demonic energy swept as he sped eastward.

In the blink of an eye, the once bustling cave was now empty except for the Bull Demon King sitting alone.

He picked up the wine jug, poured himself a large cup, smacked his lips, and muttered something that no one could hear.

I don't know whether I regretted missing the opportunity or was glad that I hadn't gone against my wife's wishes.

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The vast East China Sea stretches to the horizon with its boundless blue waves.

Chen Jiao led the Lei Mansion's entourage, riding the clouds at breakneck speed, heading straight for the source of the boundless blue mist.

Three thousand thunder generals, their armor gleaming in the sun, their banners fluttering, their chilling aura piercing through the clouds.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious call came from above the clouds. The voice was peaceful, yet it clearly pierced through the sounds of wind and thunder, reaching the ears of every soldier:

"True Lord, please wait."

With a slight thought, Chen Jiao raised his hand and pressed down lightly. The three thousand thunder generals and various ceremonial guards behind him immediately stopped their cloud path and fell silent.

He looked up and saw beams of auspicious light and thousands of strands of auspicious mist.

An old immortal with white hair and a youthful face, holding a jade-handled whisk, slowly descended from the clouds above the heavens.

It was Venus.

Chen Jiao dared not be negligent. He immediately dismounted from the saddle on the back of the Xie Zhi and bowed respectfully from the cloud, saying, "So it is the old star lord who has arrived. Greetings."

Venus smiled and returned the greeting, then approached and said gently:

"True Lord, there is no need for such formalities. I have come here on the orders of His Majesty the Great Heavenly Venerable, and there are a few words that need to be conveyed to you."

"Please, Star Lord, proclaim the decree." Chen Jiao's expression turned serious as he listened attentively.

Venus's smile vanished, his expression turning solemn. Though his voice remained calm, it carried an undercurrent of divine authority:

"The Great Celestial Venerable has decreed: True Lord, on your journey to the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory, you will encounter a struggle for the creation of heaven and earth. The allocation of opportunities will depend on fate and means, and there is no need for excessive concern."

He paused briefly, his gaze lingering on Chen Jiao's calm face for a moment, before continuing:

"However, if one encounters those who have 'attained enlightenment,' who do not maintain purity, act recklessly and ignorantly, and do things that defy the natural order and bring calamity to living beings..."

"For every immortal a True Lord slays, a mark of merit is recorded."

The oral decree was delivered.

The clouds fell silent for a moment, with only the distant, boundless blue mist faintly swirling, echoing the auras gathering from all directions.

Chen Jiao stood still for a moment, then bowed respectfully towards the Heavenly Court above and said:

"Your subject will certainly live up to the Great Heavenly Venerable's trust, strictly abide by the Heavenly Rules, and cleanse the demonic atmosphere."

After the ceremony, Chen Jiao straightened up, looked at Venus, and thanked him:

"Thank you for your presence, Elder Star Lord, to convey this decree."

Venus's face regained its warm smile, he waved his hand and laughed:

"It's your duty. The Great Celestial Venerable knows your nature and trusts your methods."

The Eastern Continent has now become a whirlpool, with true immortals gathering and demon saints lurking in the shadows.

This edict grants you authority, but also a heavy responsibility. Exercise utmost care in all matters.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he rode on auspicious clouds and returned to the Heavenly Court to report back.

Chen Jiao stood alone on the cloud, gazing at the increasingly intense azure aura in the east. Lightning flashed in his eyes, and a chilling, murderous intent emanated from between his brows.

He mounted the Xie Zhi, said no more, and pointed his hand towards the increasingly clear source of the vast green energy ahead, saying in a deep voice:

"move on."

The vast thunderclouds stirred again, rolling eastward with even greater speed.

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Dongsheng Shenzhou, Qingchi Ridge and Yunmang Mountain.

The Xuanqing Cave's quiet chamber had its doors tightly shut and was heavily guarded, isolating it from the outside world.

There were no lights or candles inside, only the shimmering water reflecting off the walls, making them appear as if they were at the bottom of the deep sea.

Xuan Ling sat cross-legged on a warm, jade futon, his eyes slightly closed, his aura deep and concentrated.

I have been meditating on the supernatural phenomena of heaven and earth for some time now, and I have come to understand all the key points and profound principles. My mind and spirit are now perfectly integrated and unobstructed.

At this moment, the practice is complete, and the supernatural powers have been attained.

When Zhenjun fought Nezha before, he had not yet fully comprehended all the supernatural powers. So he transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma body, with his head on the blue sky and his feet on the black and yellow earth. His power was terrifying and startled the immortals and gods of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

When fighting the Bull Demon King, he can transform into a body a thousand feet tall, moving at will, yet his strength remains undiminished.

At this moment, within the Nascent Soul of the Purple Mansion, a glimmer of spiritual light shines brightly, like a pearl hidden in deep water, having been sufficiently nurtured.

Xuan Ling focused his mind inward, sinking into his dantian.

The nascent soul, identical to himself, floated quietly in the center of the vast sea of ​​magical power, its acupoints opening and closing, breathing in and out incomparably pure water-elemental energy.

The nascent soul's features were clear, and its brows exuded a profound and dignified aura, just like Xuan Ling's.

The realm of spiritual transformation lies in the harmony of Yin and Yang, and the fusion of spirit and energy.

This "spirit" is not an ethereal, illusory soul, but a "Yang spirit," which is the nascent soul that, through the harmony of Yin and Yang in heaven and earth, sheds its Yin essence and purifies itself into a Yang spirit.

The realm of spiritual transformation lies in the harmony of Yin and Yang, and the fusion of spirit and energy.

This "spirit" is not an ethereal, illusory soul, but a "Yang spirit," which is the nascent soul that, through the harmony of Yin and Yang in heaven and earth, sheds its Yin essence and purifies itself into a Yang spirit.

It allows a spark of true spirit to transcend the constraints of the mortal body, enabling it to roam the vast void and connect with the laws of heaven and earth.

At this moment, within the nascent soul, a spark of pure Yang nature ignites like a newly kindled fire, while a trace of yin essence surges like a cold spring.

Yin and Yang, originally two sides of the same primordial spirit, are now drawn by the Dao heart and begin to slowly circulate, chasing each other and gradually forming a vortex.

In the quiet room, it moves without any wind.

Two faint black and white streams of energy appeared beside Xuan Ling, like two tiny fish, head to tail, swirling around.

It started very slowly, gradually accelerated, and finally became a blurry yin-yang symbol, enveloping its body.

All the spiritual energy from all directions was drawn to it, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, silently converging and disappearing into the yin-yang vortex.

Yin and Yang flow and interact, mutually generating and complementing each other, and nurturing one another.

When the pure Yang nature is nourished by the ultimate Yin, it becomes even more refined and vast; when the ultimate Yin nature is enlightened by the pure Yang, it gradually sheds its stagnant and turbid Yin nature.

This process is mysterious and difficult to describe, happening silently and without warning, yet it touches upon the very essence of spiritual practice.

Xuan Ling's mind was clear and undisturbed.

Just observe the clouds drift and gather, letting the yin and yang energies flow naturally within the Purple Palace, following the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and naturally interact and generate life.

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been a moment, or it might have felt like years.

The primordial yin and yang energies that rose and merged gradually condensed above the Purple Palace, transforming into a radiant mass of chaotic mist, containing boundless creative vitality.

Within the radiance, a small figure, more solid, with increasingly clear features and flowing Daoist energy, was faintly taking shape.

The Yang Shen will condense and the Yuan Shen will be born.

Xuan Ling's expression remained calm as the illusory yin-yang fish hovering around him gradually faded away, eventually disappearing into nothingness.

At this moment, one only needs to quietly guard the spiritual platform and wait for the yin and yang to be completely harmonized. Then, a wisp of yang spirit will naturally emerge, and the task will be accomplished.

Outside the cave, the mountain breeze rustled through the treetops, and below, the sea of ​​clouds rolled and swirled, all subtly echoing the mysterious flow of energy within the quiet room, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere.