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

Above the East Sea, azure mist soars into the sky.

Streaks of light swept down from the horizon, immortals rode the clouds and mist, demons stirred the wind and fog, some hiding in the high clouds, others landing on the scattered islands.

The sea surface shimmered, reflecting the colorful sky.

The golden-winged roc traveled tens of thousands of miles in an instant, tearing open the sky and appearing on the spot, its ferocious power and demonic aura soaring to the heavens.

It was none other than the Golden-Winged Lord of Ninety Thousand Clouds, soaring straight up to the Celestial Immortal Realm!

The golden-winged roc hovered in the sky, its eyes reflecting a chilling lightning, slowly scanning the figures hidden in the clouds and rosy light around it.

His gaze seemed to penetrate through layers of restrictions and immortal techniques, allowing him to see clearly the immortal cultivators and demon kings who were hiding their forms and auras.

At this moment, the Jianmu Palace has only recently appeared in the world, its gates are not yet open, and the green aura is only outwardly visible.

The number of cultivators in the clouds was neither too many nor too few, about forty or fifty, and none of them were ordinary.

Mahayana Buddhism is merely ordinary; only celestial immortals can stand on their own; and only true immortals are truly remarkable.

And the Monkey King was also there.

He was sharp of hearing and sight. After successfully protecting King Yu Rong, he left Tongyou City and intended to return to his cave.

Having witnessed an unusual phenomenon in the East Sea, I came here to join in the fun, hoping to seize an opportunity and perhaps glimpse the path to true immortality.

At this moment, he held an iron rod, hidden in a cloud of crimson clouds. When the golden-winged roc's gaze swept over him, he felt a sharp pain between his brows and his heart trembled. He thought to himself:

"What a vicious, hairy beast! With such a murderous aura, I wonder how many dragons and snakes it has devoured!"

If even the King of Macaques felt this way, the others must have felt even more uncomfortable.

The roc exuded a murderous aura that soared to the heavens, its arrogant demeanor undisguised, causing many immortal cultivators to frown and even the demon king to feel uneasy.

This roc makes no attempt to conceal its presence, is arrogant and domineering, and treats all cultivators as if they were nothing, which is truly displeasing.

The golden-winged roc looked around, then opened its hooked beak and laughed:

"How rare! The appearance of such an ancient Taoist temple is just the perfect opportunity for me to stretch my muscles and enjoy myself to the fullest."

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators in the clouds felt a chill run down their spines, as if they were being watched by a ferocious beast from the primordial era, feeling as if they had thorns in their backs.

A burly, mountain-like bear demon king, known for his violent temper.

Seeing that the roc was so arrogant and domineering, he was very displeased and couldn't help but snort coldly.

"How dare you be so unruly! This is the legacy of the ancient immortals, and those with affinity from all directions are here to seek their own opportunities."

"What is the meaning of your actions, which are disruptive and spoil the mood?"

The bear demon's voice immediately drew a chorus of agreement, and the light and shadow in the clouds shifted slightly, clearly indicating dissatisfaction among the demons.

"That's very true. This is an opportunity for quiet cultivation and enlightenment, not a place for violence and fighting. Fellow Daoist, I hope you will restrain yourself."

"Which of you here doesn't possess some level of spiritual power and supernatural abilities? Don't make a mistake for yourselves."

"If the opportunity has not yet arisen, merely indulging in empty talk will only create unnecessary karma."

This golden-winged roc is no ordinary roc demon; it is an ancient divine bird, also known as the "Roc that soars ten thousand miles in the clouds."

Its origins are extraordinary; it was born from the union of a phoenix and a peacock, sharing the same mother. It is ferocious by nature and loves to fight and devour living beings.

In the past, the peacock was so bold as to swallow the sky whole. It once swallowed the Buddha whole, but the Buddha cut it open from behind and left it on Mount Ling, where it was revered as the Buddha Mother.

This Garuda was also incredibly powerful. The Buddha originally intended to enlighten it and take it as a Dharma protector, but the bird was deeply ingrained in its wild nature and was unruly and difficult to tame.

Although he had been confined to Mount Ling by Buddhist teachings for a long time, hearing the chanting of sacred sounds every day, his fierce and malevolent heart had not been tamed.

Confined for so long, he became increasingly resentful and mad, growing ever more eccentric and ruthless.

Having escaped the constraints of Mount Ling and with tacit approval, they descended to the mortal realm to claim the legacy of the Azure Emperor within the Jianmu Palace. Their power was unrestrained and ruthless; at any time and in any place, ( ) will always be your most loyal reading companion.

Upon hearing the bear demon dare to question him, the roc's eyes flashed with a chilling golden light, and he roared, "You're courting death!"

Before the words were even finished, a sudden gust of wind arose!

Its form transformed into a blurry golden thread and vanished in an instant.

The bear demon felt a chill run down its spine, and a dazzling golden light flashed before its eyes. Its protective magic was torn apart by the sharp energy as if it were made of paper.

A warning bell rang in his mind, and with a strange cry, his magical power surged, and he turned to retreat violently.

A flash of golden light streaked past, as swift and ethereal as lightning.

A giant claw covered in golden feathers and with hook-like claws emerged from the void.

"Sizzle!" Blood spurted out.

A thick, muscular bear arm covered in dense black fur was torn off, and demonic blood gushed out like a fountain, scattering across the sky.

Despite the excruciating pain, the bear demon remained resilient, letting out only a muffled groan. Its face turned ashen, and its breath suddenly weakened, but it uttered no further sound.

As the golden light faded, the roc reappeared in the clouds, its sharp beak opening and closing as it devoured the still twitching bear arm.

Blood dripped from its beak, staining its golden feathers mottled, its ferocious aura terrifying.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The cultivators on the cloud were suddenly awakened. Upon seeing this tragic scene, they were all filled with dread and felt an even greater chill.

A powerful demon king was severely injured and devoured alive in a single encounter.

Many figures had already quietly retreated, putting distance between themselves and the ferocious bird.

With such a malevolent creature present, this opportunity is likely to be subject to countless unforeseen changes, and may even turn into a bloodbath.

The roc swallowed the bear's arm in a few swift movements, licking the bloodstains from its beak with lingering satisfaction. Its golden eyes swept across the surroundings, exuding a chilling aura, and it said menacingly:

"Is there anyone else who disagrees?"

Seeing that all around was silent, the roc let out a series of piercing, eerie laughs, which shook the clouds and caused them to churn.

Seeing that the Azure Emperor's dojo was about to open but had nothing else to do, his ferocity intensified.

Having been confined to the Buddhist realm for so long, practicing vegetarianism and asceticism, he was already feeling suffocated and desperate. Now was the perfect time for him to unleash his killing spree and feast on flesh and blood.

It immediately let out a long cry, flapped its wings, and stirred up a monstrous wind, heading straight for the scattered islands in the sea below.

Where its wings curl, sand and stones fly; when it opens its beak again, a terrifying suction force erupts, like a whale sucking in water, covering dozens of miles of sea and sky!

The cultivators and spirits on the island were observing, while countless aquatic creatures patrolled the sea.

Along with the rocks and trees, everything was sucked into the air and swallowed into that bottomless giant beak.

Whether human, demon, fish, or shellfish, they all become food for the blood!

In an instant, the islands at sea were filled with cries of agony and despair. Severed limbs and blood rained down, staining the blue waves crimson.

The surviving cultivators were terrified out of their wits, no longer caring about any opportunities or good fortune.

They only regretted that their parents didn't have two more legs, so they used their escape techniques to flee desperately in all directions.

…………

A bloody storm suddenly erupted over the East China Sea.

The golden-winged roc devoured living beings and stirred up karmic obstacles, which eventually angered a celestial being who lived hidden in the clouds and did not want to get involved in trouble.

A pure, ethereal light shone from the clouds, revealing a celestial being.

Poems as proof:

A crane's cry soars solemnly to the sky, then gracefully arrives before the court. Auspicious light swirls around it, and auspicious mists dance in the air.

Clad in brown robes, his body billowing like clouds and smoke; wearing rare straw sandals. He carries a fly whisk with dragon-like whiskers, a silk sash wrapped around his waist. He forges bonds of friendship everywhere under heaven, roaming freely across the land.

This is the Purple Cloud Immortal of the Great Luo Heaven, whose Daoist name is Purple Yang. He is a carefree immortal who has been granted a celestial rank but has not been given any official duties by the Heavenly Court. He is accustomed to traveling the world and does not get involved in any disputes.