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

Master Ziyang originally did not want to get involved in this dispute and decided to observe the situation quietly.

However, seeing this ferocious bird so brutal and cruel, harming the innocent, he felt a strong sense of righteous indignation and could not stand idly by.

He shouted, "You wicked creature! How dare you wreak havoc here, poisoning and killing living beings!"

Its sound was like a clear chime, cleansing away any evil influences.

Master Ziyang flicked his dragon-beard whisk through the air, and instantly, ten thousand rays of silvery-white light burst forth from the whisk's strands, sparkling and dazzling.

Transforming into endless, resilient silver threads, like a net covering the sky and earth, or like the Milky Way rolling back, they coiled around the rampaging Golden-Winged Roc!

In an instant, it wrapped the golden-winged roc, which was acting arrogantly, tightly around its head.

The cultivators on the cloud were all astonished to see that someone dared to stop the lawless Golden-Winged Roc, and they secretly wondered about the origin of this Taoist.

Caught off guard, Dapeng was tightly bound by the myriad silver threads.

The silver threads appeared soft, but in reality they were incredibly tough, containing a pure and tranquil Daoist charm. The more one struggled, the tighter the bindings became, making it difficult to break free immediately.

The roc was furious, its fierce eyes darting around before landing on Master Ziyang, and it sternly said:

"Where did this 'bull-nose' come from, so ignorant and reckless, daring to spoil my fun?"

The Purple Sun Immortal stood atop auspicious clouds, his expression solemn, his voice clear and resonant, like a chime resounding:

"You wicked creature! You commit heinous acts, slaughter the innocent, and create boundless karma of killing."

Have you not heard that Heaven's justice is clear and retribution is swift? Now that I, this humble Taoist priest, am here, I will not tolerate your continued arrogance!

Upon hearing Master Ziyang's words, the Golden-Winged Roc, enraged, laughed mockingly:

"You, a mere old Taoist priest? When I was roaming the world, you were probably somewhere listening to lectures on alchemy!"

Master Ziyang remained unmoved, the silver threads of his whisk shimmering with a clear light, firmly binding the struggling roc, and said slowly:

"I am nothing more than a hermit in the mountains. However, the world is full of righteous energy, and seeing you commit such a heinous act, I have no choice but to intervene."

You have committed countless acts of killing, sown the seeds of evil, and naturally, evil consequences will follow.

The roc's feathers were scattered as it was bound by the silver threads, and it was in excruciating pain, but its ferocity was fully aroused, and it roared:

"You old fox, how dare you lecture me! Let's see what you've got up to!"

Before the words were even finished, its golden feathers stood on end, and countless golden rays burst forth from between the feathers, like thousands of sharp swords shooting out!

The silver threads of the whisk wrapped around his body hissed and flickered as they were struck by the fierce and malevolent demonic light.

Upon seeing this, Master Ziyang's expression hardened. He dared not be negligent, and with his left hand forming a hand seal, he silently recited a mantra, causing the auspicious light around him to intensify.

Suddenly, the roc let out a long roar that pierced through the clouds and split rocks, and its wings flapped fiercely!

"Bang! Bang!"

With a series of crisp sounds, most of the ten thousand silver threads of the whisk were snapped off!

Master Ziyang immediately let out a muffled groan, his body swayed slightly, and ripples of auspicious clouds spread beneath his feet, clearly indicating that his magic weapon had been damaged and his energy had been affected.

He looked down and saw that the dragon whisk that had accompanied him on his travels for many years had lost a small portion of its silver thread at the tip, and its spiritual light was dim.

Master Ziyang's gaze turned solemn. The ferocity of this bird's way was even greater than he had anticipated.

The roc broke free from its restraints, its wings spread wide, stirring up the winds and clouds in the sky.

A pair of sharp eyes locked onto Master Ziyang, a murderous intent spreading through him, and he said coldly:

"You old Taoist priest, since you dare to step forward, I'll use your immortal bones and flesh to atone for disturbing my enjoyment!"

With a flick of his claws, a demonic wind arose again, clearly indicating that his next attack would be all-out, tearing this meddlesome rogue immortal to pieces and devouring him.

The cultivators in the clouds felt even more disheartened when they saw that this immortal seemed to be at a disadvantage.

This roc is so fierce and unruly; the situation today is unlikely to end well.

Without hesitation, the roc flapped its wings violently, its body suddenly blurred in place, and in the next instant it had completely disappeared, even its aura vanished without a trace.

Immediately, Master Ziyang felt a strong sense of alarm. Without hesitation, he quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations, causing auspicious light and purple smoke to surge around his body, layer upon layer protecting him.

Just as the protective immortal light took shape, a pair of golden claws, harder than metal, emerged from the void and fiercely grabbed onto the protective immortal light of True Person Ziyang!

"Sizzle!"

But the protective auspicious purple mist was easily torn apart by sharp claws.

The claws snapped shut, gripping the immortal body of Master Ziyang tightly, ready to tear him apart!

He unleashed a terrifying force capable of uprooting mountains and splitting peaks, and suddenly parted the old Taoist priest to the sides, intending to tear the troublesome old Taoist priest in two!

"Die!" the roc roared, unleashing tremendous force from its claws.

"Bang!"

The captured Master Ziyang exploded in response, transforming into countless streams of immortal light that gradually dissipated.

It turned out to be an incarnation.

Then, several dozen feet away, Master Ziyang revealed his true form. His Taoist robe was slightly disheveled, and the look of shock on his face had not faded. Clearly, he had just been in great danger.

This hairy beast is not only incredibly strong, but its speed and ability to hide are also terrifying.

"A slippery old cow nose!"

The roc's attack missed, but its ferocity intensified. With a fierce roar, its body transformed into golden light once more.

Its sharp beak peeks straight at the man's brow, its claws dig into his heart and gropes, its attacks ruthless and cunning, targeting every vital point.

Its speed was so great that it left only distorted golden afterimages between the sea and the sky.

Master Ziyang's expression was solemn, and he dared not confront him head-on, so he could only use his carefree immortal techniques to deal with him.

With a flick of his whisk, streaks of clear light appeared, forming layers of barriers; with each step he took, his figure moved and flickered within a small space.

Sometimes it utters true words, summoning purple lightning and thunderbolts to strike; sometimes its sleeves billow, sending out golden lotuses to try to slow down the roc's movements.

However, this Golden-Winged Roc was truly ferocious, with sharp claws tearing the sky and an iron beak splitting the sea.

With each flap of its wings, a fierce wind howls, and ordinary magical barriers crumble upon contact.

Although Master Ziyang possessed profound Taoist skills and enduring magical power, and could maneuver safely for the time being, he was clearly on the defensive.

However, this Golden-Winged Roc is a direct descendant of the Phoenix, endowed with extraordinary talent. Moreover, having long listened to the Buddha's teachings, its supernatural abilities combine the strengths of both Buddhist and demonic arts, making it fierce and cunning.

Master Ziyang was forced to defend more than attack, and could only rely on his agility and immortal light to maneuver and evade.

For a moment, golden light and purple smoke intertwined in the sky above this sea area, and deafening roars echoed continuously.

The vast aftershocks of magical power stirred the seawater below, causing it to boil and churn, forming countless enormous whirlpools.

The cultivators could only keep their distance, watching with trepidation, secretly lamenting that this immortal probably wouldn't last long either.

Before long, Master Ziyang began to feel weak, his Taoist robe was torn in many places, and his immortal aura became even more scattered.

The roc, however, fought with increasing ferocity, its sharp claws tearing through the wind, its beak pecking like lightning, each move aimed at a vital point.

Just then, a muffled rumble of thunder suddenly rolled across the distant sky.

At first it was faint, but then it came rolling in like ten thousand drums beating in unison, approaching from afar.

Its voice was majestic and righteous, magnificent and awe-inspiring, filling the heavens and earth, and even causing the azure air to pause slightly.

"The heavenly tribulation is coming! The heavenly tribulation is coming!"

Demons, fleeing in panic from the west, cried out in alarm as they fled.

However, the thunder came too quickly.

Before the exclamation had even faded, a pure, blazing white bolt of lightning suddenly shone from the horizon, cleaving the sky in two.

In an instant, it slammed into this chaotic battlefield of sea and sky with the overwhelming might of heaven that could make all evils flee and demons bow down!

Where the lightning passed, the remaining malevolent and demonic aura melted away instantly, like snow meeting boiling water.

The churning, bloody waves were calmed by an invisible pressure.

The ethereal spiritual energy and the boundless azure aura that filled the sky were temporarily deterred by this pure and domineering Daoist charm of thunder.