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

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The sky is high and the clouds are light, the mountain wind is strong and gentle.

Master Tianyang stood silently a short distance behind Xuanling.

He gazed at the tall, imposing figure in black robes fluttering in the wind, his heart filled with mixed emotions, and for a moment he was somewhat dazed.

Back then, he was a powerful Golden Core cultivator and a master of weapon crafting, but he incurred the enmity of the Flood Dragon Demon King because of the Ruyi Zhenren.

At that time, Xuan Ling was fierce and powerful, and his supernatural abilities were overwhelming. He was forced to make a great oath to serve Qingchi Ridge for a thousand years in exchange for a chance to live.

At first, how could I not feel resentment? I only felt that the path was difficult and that being controlled by others was a disgrace.

Later, when he arrived at Qingchi Ridge, he was ordered to oversee the Dongshan Forging Institute and manage all matters related to weapon forging in the ridge. However, he still felt somewhat resentful.

However, in just a few years, his state of mind has changed drastically.

Under Xuan Ling's rule, Qingchi Ridge is well-ordered and its spiritual energy is growing stronger every day, truly a blessed land of tranquility and prosperity.

The cultivators in the mountains are all spirits and monsters, but as long as they abide by the rules, they can be protected and cultivate in peace; their comings and goings from all directions are also quite orderly.

All the precious materials needed for his Forging Institute are supplied through his own channels, and all losses incurred in forging are borne by the public funds.

There are no external conflicts or disturbances, so one can focus solely on craftsmanship.

All of this gradually put Master Tianyang at ease, and he thought that although the thousand-year period was long, it was not a bad thing to cultivate in this place.

Unexpectedly, today Xuan Ling emerged from seclusion, his aura as deep as the sea, having broken through the Nascent Soul stage that countless cultivators looked up to, and become the Demon King!

The terrifying scene of casually crushing the lightning tribulation and turning the crimson lightning into claws is still vivid in my mind.

In just a few years, he progressed from Nascent Soul to Deity Transformation. Such progress is simply unheard of.

Master Tianyang lowered his head slightly, no longer looking at the chilling figure ahead.

With my gaze fixed on the billowing sea of ​​clouds and verdant mountains beneath my feet, my heart is filled with clarity.

The initial cause was being intimidated by the ferocity of the enemy. Only after living in peace and prosperity did gradual changes occur.

Now that I have personally witnessed his extraordinary abilities, I know that his path to enlightenment is within reach.

To be able to ride alongside such a figure and witness his stirring up of events might actually be a stroke of good fortune for oneself.

Master Tianyang sighed inwardly and lowered his eyes to catch his breath.

Only then can one truly return to one's heart.

If even the Heavenly Yang Immortal was like this, let alone those Golden Core Demon Lords and Immortals who later submitted to him with different intentions.

At this moment, Xuan Ling was seen towering in the sky. Although his divine energy had been contained, the residual power of the celestial phenomena he had stirred when he broke through the barrier was still present.

Everyone was filled with awe and reverence. Any fleeting thoughts that might have lingered in their minds vanished in an instant, and they dared not harbor any further fantasies.

For a moment, although there were many auras behind Xuan Ling, they were all silent, with only the mountain wind howling past.

The Great Immortal Zhanjiao stood in the air, and for a moment he did not dare to raise his eyes to look directly at the figure in black.

Previously, I had only heard of the fearsome reputation of the Flood Dragon Demon King, but now that I have seen him in person, I realize that his aura is as deep and unfathomable as the sea, with a terrifying and lurking power that chills the heart.

The Great Immortal Zhan Jiao's mind raced, and he knew he was no match for him, so he could only force himself to calm down.

He forced a stiff smile and bowed slightly to Xuan Ling, saying:

"Congratulations... Congratulations to the Dragon King on the completion of your cultivation and attainment of the Divine Transformation Realm. I have come here simply to admire your demeanor, with no other intentions whatsoever."

Xuan Ling stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, his crimson-gold vertical pupils lowered, and he remained silent.

Behind him, his subordinates stood silently, each with a different expression—some sneered, some remained indifferent—as if watching a play.

The Great Immortal Zhan Jiao stood frozen in mid-air, caught between a rock and a hard place.

Suddenly, Xuan Ling spoke up, saying, "May I ask how you are addressed, friend? I was in seclusion earlier, so I apologize for not greeting you sooner."

Upon hearing this, the Great Immortal Zhan Jiao was taken aback. He glanced upwards and saw that Xuan Ling's expression was calm and composed, not feigning anything. His suspicions deepened.

After careful consideration, he cautiously said:

"You're too kind, King Jiao. I am but a humble hermit in the mountains, my name is insignificant and not worth mentioning."

"How should I address you?"

Xuan Ling lowered his eyelids slightly and asked again, his tone still calm, yet it inexplicably made one's heart tighten.

Fine beads of cold sweat trickled down the forehead of the Great Immortal Slaying the Flood Dragon. For a moment, he couldn't fathom the Flood Dragon King's thoughts, so he could only steel himself and carefully choose his words:

"In the past... I was honored by the kindness of my colleagues, who bestowed upon me a nickname, which was truly laughable: 'Slaying'..."

The word "斩" (cut/slay) had barely left his throat when it was uttered—

In an instant, the void above the Dragon Slayer's head twisted, and a gigantic dragon claw, entirely formed from crimson lightning, emerged from thin air.

"boom!"

In an instant, a ferocious dragon claw, as large as a palace and crackling with crimson lightning, emerged from the void above the head of the Great Dragon Slayer without warning!

Its claws and toes were ferocious, and the lightning was deep and fierce.

Before the Great Immortal Zhanjiao could react, the dragon's claw, carrying the terrifying power to crush mountains and annihilate all laws, crashed down with a deafening roar.

For example, swatting flies.

With a soft "poof" sound, this once arrogant Nascent Soul Grandmaster...

Along with its protective aura and natal magic sword, everything exploded into a cloud of tragically beautiful blood mist under the dragon's claws.

Even the faint nascent soul light that struggled to escape was reduced to nothingness by the Crimson Demon Lightning, its form and spirit annihilated.

Xuan Ling slowly opened his eyes and said calmly:

"How arrogant!"

The clouds dispersed, the wind cleared, and the world stood solemnly.

Xuan Ling swatted away the Great True Man Who Slays the Dragon with a single claw, his gaze fixed on the distant clouds, a cold glint in his eyes.

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A thousand miles south of Qingchi Ridge lies a mountain called Jinyun, where the earth's veins meander and the water and trees are pristine.

This mountain is imbued with spiritual energy, often shrouded in clouds and mist, embraced by clear streams, and covered with ancient trees reaching for the sky.

Mist and haze shroud the verdant peaks, auspicious clouds lock the secluded ridges. Rare flowers and jade-like herbs spread like brocade, tall pines and verdant cypresses stand in rows.

Cranes sometimes cry from distant streams, and monkeys never cease their wails in the forest. It is also a place of carefree tranquility for cultivating one's true nature, a suitable place to escape the world and conceal one's true self.

Although it may not be as blessed with natural beauty and magnificent scenery as Yunmang Mountain, it has its own unique charm of seclusion and tranquility, making it a truly beautiful and spiritual place.

Nestled in the mountains is a sect called the "Yu Ling Sect," which has a history spanning hundreds of years.

Its methods are unique, not emphasizing the cultivation of the Golden Elixir and Nascent Soul, but specializing in the art of taming and controlling spirit birds and beasts.

The disciples of the sect mostly keep company with flying, running, and swimming creatures, using the power of these spirit beasts to enhance their own abilities, and also communicating with and controlling them through unique secret methods.

It is also quite famous in the southeastern part of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

At this moment, the main hall of the Yuling Sect was filled with the fragrance of incense.

Sect Master Jiang Lingzi sat upright in the main seat, dressed in a Bagua Taoist robe, with three long strands of beard, a face as fair as jade, and a composed demeanor.

At the lower seat sat a Taoist priest in a green robe, who was none other than his close friend, the Great Master Dongxu.

Seven Golden Core elders from the sect were also present on either side, all holding their breath and concentrating.

The Great Master Dongxu looked worried, stroked his gray beard, and pondered:

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, is it too presumptuous of you, Fellow Daoist Zhan Jiao, to go to Qingchi Ridge alone this time? That Flood Dragon Demon King Xuan Ling has a fearsome reputation and is not someone to be trifled with."

If things don't go smoothly, unexpected changes may occur.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Lingzi remained calm and composed. He stroked his long beard, smiled slightly, and said:

"Fellow Daoist Dongxu is overthinking it. It's not that I underestimated the enemy; it's just that this plan is not without purpose."

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