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

The Heavenly Tribulation is one that resonates with the will of Heaven above and corresponds to the pivotal mechanisms below.

All living beings who cultivate themselves can transform from mortals to immortals; this defies the creation of heaven and earth, and corrupts the mysteries of the sun and moon.

When the vital energies interact and surge towards the heavens, they attract thunder and lightning, testing one's resolve and tempering one's physical form and spirit.

There are also ancient legacies and blessed lands that have appeared in the world, born from the innate energy, and whose spiritual potential is vastly different from that of people born in this world.

Disrupting the natural order of heaven and earth, causing yin and yang to clash, thus also attracting heavenly thunder to cleanse and restore order to the original order.

However, at this moment, above the East Sea, in the place where the azure energy is most vigorous, between the gaps of the various realms,

Hidden within is a majestic ancient tree that stretches across the heavens, its branches like dragons, its leaves like jade, its Daoist aura vast and boundless, yet to be revealed.

Although its innate Jia wood essence has dissipated, the ancient palace itself is still half-hidden in the ripples of the void and has not yet fully entered the present world.

The innate energy and acquired spiritual energy are interacting, but have not yet reached a boiling point.

Therefore, although the wind and clouds were raging in the dome, a muffled rumble of thunder could be heard rolling from the very distance.

However, it is not a sign of a true calamity descending, but merely a normal occurrence of the interaction of heavenly secrets and the omens of yin and yang.

The cultivators gathered in the clouds are all extraordinary. Even the one with the shallowest cultivation is at the Mahayana realm. Their spiritual perception is naturally sharp, so how could they not distinguish between truth and falsehood?

Hearing the panicked and bewildered demons fleeing from the west, they cried out in disarray about the heavenly calamity.

Most people, with just a glance, knew he was a frightened bird and mistook Lei Wei for a heavenly tribulation.

The immense thunder that rolled in from the western horizon, causing demons to flee, was by no means the chaotic and blind tribulation thunder of heaven and earth.

Then a cultivator focused his gaze, spread his divine sense, pierced through the chaotic clouds, and probed the place where thunder was rolling in the west.

At the edge of the sky, a blazing white lightning bolt cleaved the heavens, its shape magnificent and its momentum unwavering.

Wherever it passed, the clouds dispersed and evil spirits vanished, clearly demonstrating the supreme power of thunder magic.

"This is not a heavenly tribulation. This thunder is righteous and upright, vanquishing evil and destroying demons. This is... thunder magic?"

An old Taoist priest, hidden in the pale golden glow, muttered to himself, his white eyebrows slightly raised.

"What domineering thunder! Its murderous intent soars to the heavens; it is no ordinary force. Just who is this being?"

Upon hearing the sound of thunder, a demon king was secretly alarmed.

Just as everyone was pondering and speculating, they saw the blazing lightning tear through the sky for thousands of miles.

Arriving in an instant, it plunged straight into that stormy, treacherous sea!

Where the lightning struck, the clouds dispersed and the sea was cleaved open as if by a giant blade, revealing deep trenches.

At this moment, the Golden-Winged Roc is wreaking havoc, turning the rivers and seas upside down.

Its wings spread wide, stirring up the wind and waves, raising hundreds of feet of turbid waves, and whipping up fierce winds like knives, trapping the Purple Sun Immortal firmly within.

This roc is naturally incredibly fast, a rare sight in the world; with a single wing, it can soar ninety thousand miles.

Moreover, its physique is unparalleled in its ferocity, and its claws and beaks are as sharp as divine weapons, making it truly a first-rate ferocious bird in the world.

Although Master Ziyang was a deity among immortals, his name was recorded in the celestial register, and his Taoist magic was profound, he was ultimately a wandering immortal who cultivated himself in seclusion to attain enlightenment.

Their practice mainly focuses on alchemy, cultivating inner energy, and helping others; they are not good at fighting and grappling.

For this reason, when high-ranking Taoist masters and Buddhist venerables travel to various continents, they are often accompanied by guardian deities and mythical beasts.

It is not for show, but because we need strong and fierce power to deal with external demons and such opponents who are skilled in combat and are difficult to subdue.

At this moment, the balance of power between the two sides is clearly revealed on the East China Sea.

Then he saw that Master Ziyang was trapped in a small space by the roc with its raging winds and waves. He was struggling to stay afloat, and fine sweat was already on his forehead. He was obviously exhausted.

The auspicious light and mist emanating from the dragon-beard whisk in the master's hand gradually became scattered under the relentless and fierce attacks.

It could barely protect a small area around its body, making it difficult to launch a counterattack.

Seeing this, the Golden-Winged Roc's ferocity intensified, and it roared:

"You old scoundrel! Weren't you just spouting nonsense about justice to intimidate me? Why are you silent now? Where is your justice?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the storm raged even more fiercely.

As its wings flapped, the clouds swirled and the sea rose like walls. Above its wings, the energy of metal circulated, and thousands of feathers shone like cast gold, their edges flashing with a sharp, cold light.

Clearly, it had gathered enough ferocity to break through the protective immortal light of Master Ziyang in one fell swoop, capture him alive, tear him apart, and swallow him whole as a warning to others!

The Ziyang Master's beard and hair were blown backward by the violent gale, and his Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.

His mind was completely focused on defense, resisting the seemingly endless wind and waves, so he had no energy to reply.

Although these cloud-dwelling immortal cultivators and demon kings disliked the Great Roc's behavior, they were all wary of his profound cultivation and ruthless methods.

It is best to remain cautious and self-preservation, observe the situation calmly, and avoid getting involved in this mess.

Just as the roc roared again, its wings radiating a metallic aura like ten thousand swords, poised to burst forth...

It suddenly twisted its neck and turned its head, and in its pair of fierce eyes that could see for thousands of miles, a blazing white lightning that filled the heavens and the earth was suddenly reflected!

The lightning was so fast and powerful that even the roc, renowned for its speed, felt there was no way to avoid it.

Before the lightning arrived, a majestic aura of slaying evil and destroying demons pressed down, causing the sharp Geng metal energy flowing around him to stagnate.

The roc was horrified; the lightning was already upon it, and it had no time to flap its wings and dodge.

He felt an immense and indescribable force strike his right wing root, which he was about to exert his full strength to.

He felt an immense and indescribable force strike his right wing root, which he was about to exert his full strength to.

"boom!"

The next instant, a deafening roar shook the sky and the sea, like a thunderbolt from the heavens crashing into the ocean.

Before everyone's eyes, the arrogant Golden-Winged Roc was struck by lightning from mid-air.

Its enormous body instantly transformed into a golden streak of light, plummeting from the clouds and crashing into the raging ocean below with terrifying force!

"Splash!"

Giant waves surged forth, like a collapsing snow mountain, sweeping out in all directions, reaching heights of hundreds of feet, their roar shaking heaven and earth.

The vast sea surface was blasted into a huge crater and whirlpool, which took a long time to recover.

The boundless seawater was pushed aside, creating towering waves that stretched to the sky and swept outwards in all directions, with a force as powerful as the sea overturning the sky.

Several nearby islands were even shaken violently by the terrifying aftershocks, with rocks collapsing from the mountains.

Many of the cultivators who had been hanging in mid-air and had previously survived by sheer luck were thrown off balance by the terrifying aftershocks and hurriedly used various methods to retreat.

The cultivators in the clouds, whether immortals or demons, were all shaken by this sudden and earth-shattering scene, and for a moment no one uttered a sound.

The cultivators were captivated by it, and they all involuntarily lowered their eyes to look at the sea that was still churning and deep in the whirlpool.

The Golden-Winged Roc, which was just moments ago so ferocious, was actually... struck into the ocean with a single blow?

And that blazing white lightning that started everything was now hanging beneath the azure sky.

Its light was not particularly dazzling, yet it caused a sudden change in the celestial phenomena within a radius of a thousand miles.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, hanging low like a canopy, with thunderbolts appearing and disappearing within them.

Thunder rumbled and brewed deep within, like a command from heaven, its killing intent hidden yet to be unleashed.

No need for public announcements or declarations.

Those with even a little knowledge present already knew perfectly well who the source of that blazing white, righteous thunder that vanquished evil and destroyed demons was.

For a moment, everyone held their breath, restrained their aura, and dared not do anything reckless, lest they provoke the wrath of the thunder hanging in the sky.