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

"What kind of demon dares to impersonate a Bodhisattva and mislead the eye?"

Before the sound could finish, it was interrupted by Chen Jiao's words, which were like thunder from the heavens, spreading out with a booming sound, each word like the clang of metal striking the sky and sea.

These words struck her like a thunderbolt, and the white-clad woman's indifferent expression suddenly froze.

A genuine look of bewilderment flashed across his eyes, as if he hadn't immediately grasped the meaning of the question.

Before she could think it through, thousands of blazing white lightning bolts suddenly erupted from the towering thunder god, surging and converging into a vast ocean of thunder.

Then Chen Jiao raised his palm, with lightning flickering within it, a sign that his natal magic weapon, the Thunder Yang Subduing Demon Sword, was about to be unleashed.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of wonder and looked up at the high heavens.

A beam of clear, ethereal light descended from the highest point, ignoring the obstruction of the five-colored radiant light domain, and arrived in an instant, gently landing in his palm.

The celestial light dissipated, revealing a long sword.

It is only four feet long, with a simple and ancient design, and has no sheath.

The sword is neither gold nor jade, but dark blue in color, with cloud patterns and stars flowing naturally on it, and black and white energies appearing and disappearing, intertwined like dragons and snakes.

The hilt of the sword is engraved with the two ancient seal characters "Taiyi," exuding a clear, understated brilliance.

Yet a profound Daoist rhythm, capable of mediating creation and balancing Yin and Yang, permeated the air.

Taiyi Magic Sword.

The law follows the mind, and the sword arises from thought.

Without Chen Jiao's prompting, the magic sword in his hand rang out, its blade shimmering with light, changing size at will, and then transformed into an immeasurable size, which Chen Jiao held firmly in his palm.

The sword reflected the sky full of thunder and five-colored light, and black and white Dao energy slowly swirled on the spine of the sword, seemingly able to stabilize the earth, water, fire and wind, and sort out the yin and yang, purity and turbidity.

The woman in white had already come to her senses; Chen Jiao's rebuke still echoed in her ears.

The indifference in her beautiful eyes faded, replaced by a hint of anger.

Since she attained enlightenment, when has she ever been so openly denounced as a "demon" or a phantom?

"Stubborn and obstinate."

She parted her lips slightly and uttered four words.

The five-colored glow behind them, which had been quietly spreading and dissipating the thunder, suddenly intensified upon hearing the sound!

Five-colored divine light soared into the sky, no longer merely stopping the wind and rain, but resembling five supreme feathers that severed cause and effect and swept away all laws, intertwining and rotating with each other.

The five elements of spiritual energy surge and roar within, mutually generating and restraining each other, evolving in profound ways.

Where the divine light passed, all colors faded.

Only the five-colored radiance swept towards the thunderous Dharma image, attempting to use the supreme mysteries of the Five Elements to suppress all things and resolve all killing.

Chen Jiao stood with his sword, his Dharma image majestic, facing the five-colored divine light that filled the heavens and earth and the pressure of the Golden Immortal without fear.

He didn't answer, but simply raised the Taiyi Magic Sword in his hand high.

The light and lightning converged on the sword, and a vast sword intent instantly soared into the sky, causing the spiritual energy of the heavens to boil.

Immediately, a sword strike came down.

The sword rises, without wind or thunder.

Only a single, clear sword mark extended from the blade, initially faint, but then spreading to an immeasurable distance, as if splitting the entire sky in two.

And in the very center of that five-colored sea of ​​clouds that filled the view and seemed to encompass the universe, a straight sword mark suddenly appeared!

Wherever it passed, crimson clouds collapsed, blue mist dissipated, yellow vapor vanished, white light dimmed, and black brilliance disappeared.

The ever-flowing spiritual energy of the five elements stagnated, then dissipated and scattered, falling to the ground.

Without stopping or hesitating, the sword struck the white-clad woman below.

On the woman's porcelain-white face, the unchanging indifference of ages past was replaced by a clear look of astonishment.

She seemed about to make a move, but the speed of the sword light was faster than a thought could move.

The next instant, the sword light silently slashed down into the East Sea.

There was no deafening roar, nor any raging torrents.

All that could be seen was the vast expanse of the sea, completely covered by the scattered and drifting five-colored spiritual light.

The shimmering specks, like a cascading galaxy, reflected a mesmerizing and colorful light on the inky black sea.

The vast and magnificent Daoist principles of the Five Elements silently vanished into the boundless sea.

The figure of the woman in white was also obscured by the scattered spiritual light, making it difficult to find her again.

The thousands of immortal cultivators and demons on the distant islands, witnessing this scene, were all speechless with astonishment.

Chen Jiao spread his divine sense like a net, sweeping across the vast sea, confirming that the white-clad woman's aura had vanished without a trace.

With a slight thought, it concealed its thousand-foot-long Dharma form, revealed its true form, and descended from the clouds.

On the sea, the five-colored spiritual energy that had originally spread for thousands of miles and was full of shimmering light seemed to be drawn in by an invisible force, suddenly converging inward and instantly condensing in a space of about a foot in front of Chen Jiao.

The radiance flowed and lingered, eventually transforming into a feather that shimmered with five colors of light—red, blue, yellow, white, and black—suspending quietly in the air, its glow soft and imbued with Taoist essence.

Chen Jiao reached out and grasped it in his palm.

The feathers felt warm to the touch, neither gold nor jade, but more like the transformation of some kind of innate spiritual object.

Upon first touch, one could feel a powerful, pure, yet harmonious and self-consistent flow of the five elements emanating from the feathers.

It subtly resonated with the innate Earth Qi dormant in his spleen palace and with the Metal Thunder Dao he cultivated.

The five elements cycle and the mechanisms of generation and restraint seem to unfold endlessly within this tiny feather, truly profound and mysterious, far from being an ordinary celestial treasure.

Chen Jiao's mind shifted slightly, and he immediately understood.

Chen Jiao's mind shifted slightly, and he immediately understood.

This Peacock King Bodhisattva did not appear in person, but rather manifested his form and spirit remotely through a fundamental feather carried by the Garuda.

Both originate from the same source, being direct descendants of the phoenix, and possess a mysterious bloodline connection, which allows them to deceive the heavens and arrive at the crucial moment.

Although the feathers could manifest their power, there was still a layer between them, making them no match for the power of the Taiyi Magic Sword.

Chen Jiao stopped thinking about it and put the five-colored feather, which contained the supreme mysteries of the five elements, into his sleeve.

This item is a remnant of the Golden Immortal's origin, and is an extraordinary treasure. It may be helpful to study the profound principles of the Five Elements' mutual generation and restraint within it, which will greatly benefit one's future cultivation.

"What a fine peacock! I'll remember this one," Chen Jiao thought to himself.

Peace has returned to the sea and sky.

Only the vast blue aura emanating from Jianmu Palace and countless gazes surging from all directions remained.

Chen Jiao shifted his gaze again and saw a huge, bloody, and mangled wing of a roc floating on the sea not far away.

It seems that when the peacock was slashed by the Taiyi Magic Sword, it was unable to protect itself, which resulted in the roc having its wing severed.

He casually put it away, not looking at it again, and raised his head to look at the place where the green aura was strongest.

After these twists and turns, the majestic ancient tree became clearer, the outline of the palace gradually emerged, and the opportunity for the birth of Jianmu Palace was about to truly arrive.

When Master Ziyang saw that Chen Jiao had concealed his Dharma form and descended from the clouds, he quickly straightened his Dharma robes, took the dragon whisk in his hand, and rode a cloud of auspiciousness to Chen Jiao's side.

He bowed deeply from the cloud, offering a solemn salute, and thanked them:

"I am Ziyang, and I thank you, True Lord, for your righteous intervention in resolving this crisis. That ferocious bird was so violent that it would have been difficult to subdue it had it not been for your thunderous intervention."

"The True Lord possesses immense divine power, cleansing away demonic influences and protecting all living beings. This humble Taoist is deeply grateful."

Chen Jiao had already sheathed his magic sword, his black cloak fluttering, and his expression returned to calm.

He slightly raised his hand in a gesture of support, saying, "There's no need for such formalities, sir. Subduing demons and protecting the people is my duty."

That wicked beast committed atrocities, and you, sir, were able to stand up for him; your conscience is commendable.