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

Chapter 407 Three Demons Disguise as the Mystic Sect, the True Lord's Path Advances

The deer demon spoke impatiently, "Why must we use this 'Concealing Evil and Purifying' technique, pretending to be some kind of mystical immortal demon?"

Feeling restricted and constrained is so stifling!

In my opinion, it would be better to reveal our true colors and act decisively sooner rather than later!

The sheep demon sneered and said, "You fool! You have the cultivation of a true immortal, but you have no brains at all."

"If you do not conceal your demonic nature, your body will be filled with bloodthirsty murderous aura. Not only will the True Lord Jingfa immediately slay the demon, but even Qinglin, who guards the cave, will not allow you to set foot inside."

The deer demon, having been rebuked, sneered, "Qinglin is barely alive and can barely hold on to his fate."

How much supernatural power does it possess? How much cultivation does it retain? In my opinion, it would be better to swallow it whole; it would be just as beneficial!

The sheep demon grew increasingly disdainful and was about to speak again.

Then the tiger demon in the center, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. A golden light flashed in his eyes, and he transmitted his voice in a deep voice, like muffled thunder, into the minds of the two demons: "Enough."

Upon hearing those two words, both the deer and the sheep demons trembled in fear and fell silent.

The tiger demon's gaze slowly swept over the two demons, and its voice was chilling: "The Lord's decree has its own profound meaning. This journey is of great importance; how dare you speak recklessly and cause trouble?"

Do not let verbal disputes jeopardize the Lord's important affairs!

Upon hearing this, both the deer demon and the sheep demon stiffened and said no more.

The three demons once again adopted the posture of discussing Taoist principles, but as their gazes shifted, they occasionally glanced towards the Xuantai platform, where a faint, eerie light shone.

Seven days passed in a flash, and the divine light shone down, leaving the Xuantai Terrace silent.

The mysterious figure remained seated on the futon, motionless.

The clear light emanating from the spirit tree grew increasingly intense, almost completely enveloping his figure. Only the azure energy could be seen flowing and swirling, exuding a profound Daoist charm.

At first, the immortal cultivators and demons were able to calmly comprehend what they had gained, either gathering in small groups to discuss it or pondering it alone.

Although seven days is but a snap of the fingers for a cultivator, in this ancient grotto-heaven where opportunities abound and every second counts, the stagnation can easily make one restless and agitated.

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Seven days have passed.

An old Taoist priest, dressed in a linen robe and dressed as a hermit, stroked his white beard, glancing occasionally at the radiant light, and whispered to his companion beside him.

"It is truly rare for a True Lord to remain in meditation for such a long time."

Could it be that the opportunity we've gained this time far exceeds our expectations?

His companion was a middle-aged Taoist priest, who sighed softly upon hearing this, "True Lord has profound fortune; it is indeed a blessing."

However, the opportunity to enter Jianmu Palace is extremely rare, and we are all currently trapped here, unable to move an inch, which is truly distressing.

Not far away, several cultivators from a certain Xuanzong sect in Dongsheng Shenzhou were also talking in hushed tones.

A middle-aged Taoist priest in a green robe whispered to his fellow disciple beside him, "Senior brother, the deeper the connection with the True Lord, the greater the opportunity."

However, this overwhelming absorption has triggered the vital mechanisms of the grotto-heaven, continuing for seven days without ceasing—this is likely not a good omen. The ancient grotto-heaven's celestial mechanisms are profound and mysterious; in case of any unforeseen circumstances… “Be careful what you say.”

His senior brother, who was older, had a solemn expression and gestured for him to look at Immortal Lord Qinglin.

"The Immortal Lord's expression remains unchanged, so he must be unharmed. The True Lord is no ordinary person, and his actions must have profound meaning."

"Let us observe quietly and contemplate the changes in the Daoist aura of Jianmu over these seven days; this too is a form of spiritual practice."

A pretty female cultivator frowned and said, "Senior sister, the True Lord has not woken up for a long time, and the Immortal Lord Qinglin has not given any clear instructions."

Are we just supposed to wait here in vain?

The older female cultivator, addressed as Senior Sister, replied calmly in a low voice, "Please be patient. True Lord Jingfa is a righteous god of the Heavenly Court, whose cultivation is unfathomable. His progress in cultivation will also benefit us."

If it weren't for the True Lord's intervention to suppress and kill the two ancient true spirits, how would we have entered? We would probably have perished by now!

This time, the True Lord must have received an extraordinary blessing, which is why it takes so long to digest it.

"Since Immortal Lord Qinglin has not urged us, he must have his reasons. Let us wait patiently and not lose our composure or break the rules."

Upon hearing this, the junior sister immediately replied solemnly, "I will remember your teachings, senior sister."

The older female cultivator nodded slightly. Her gaze swept around and she saw that many cultivators were showing signs of impatience and their auras were fluctuating. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

On the other side, several demon kings gathered together. Although they did not speak openly like the rogue cultivators, their brows gradually showed impatience.

A leopard-headed demon king, his voice carried by a demonic gust of wind, said to the wolf demon beside him, "Old Wolf, look at the True Monarch's posture. Is he perhaps going to go into seclusion here? This Jianmu Palace is vast; are we all just going to sit here in vain with him?"

The wolf demon's green eyes flashed, and it licked its sharp teeth, replying telepathically, "Keep your voice down! Can't you see Qinglin and Ziyang guarding them like nails?"

Besides, we've all witnessed the True Lord's methods.

"Just wait patiently; it's better than getting into trouble and ending up like that bat."

Upon hearing this, the Leopard-Headed Demon King's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly nodded in agreement.

The Lion Camel King, however, was quite magnanimous. He and the Macaque King found a clean spot on a blue stone to sit facing each other, and they took out some spiritual fruits and chatted idly, completely oblivious to the passage of time.

Meanwhile, the three demons, Tiger, Deer, and Sheep, were also communicating telepathically.

The deer demon's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as it transmitted a suggestion in a sinister tone: "Why don't we—while that True Monarch is still meditating and his energy is concentrated, the three of us join forces and launch a sudden attack, killing him here? That way, we can report back to our Lord!"

The sheep demon narrowed his eyes slightly and retorted telepathically, "That's a reckless view. Even if it were a sneak attack, with Qing Lin and the old Taoist Zi Yang protecting us, how could it be easy?"

Moreover, this young man is capable of slaying a blue dragon and a phoenix; he is no ordinary opponent. Acting hastily might prevent us from achieving our goal and could only alert the enemy.

The tiger demon closed its eyes and remained silent, seemingly weighing its options.

As the three demons were secretly discussing their plans, they suddenly saw the towering spirit tree tremble.

Boundless pure spiritual light burst forth from every branch and leaf, like an inverted Milky Way, vast and mighty, pouring down towards the Xuan Platform below and towards the figure in the black cloak sitting with eyes closed!

Its brilliance and spiritual energy far surpassed the sum of all the previous magical practices performed by everyone, making the entire landscape appear as if it were a world of jade.

All the cultivators were stunned, raising their heads in astonishment to gaze at the sudden and breathtaking sight of countless rays of spiritual light falling from the sky.

For a moment, he forgot to speak, and even the secret telepathic communication between the three demons came to an abrupt end.

Chen Jiao suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no dazzling light in his eyes, only a deep and serene azure.

In the blink of an eye, it seems as if the sprouting of plants, the cycle of growth and decay, and the changing of the seasons flash by.

He sat upright on the futon, his black cloak and posture unchanged, but his aura was now perfectly smooth and unhindered, a return to simplicity and authenticity.

The previously surging and restless spiritual energy, and the faint sounds of wind and thunder, were now completely absorbed into his body, without a trace leaking out.

Only a pure and vast innate wood element, full of infinite vitality, resides firmly in the liver palace, returns to the central palace, and transforms into the first of the five elements' foundation.

He slowly rose, his movements natural and casual, yet they seemed to stir the very fabric of this world.

The vast, azure light that had been falling from the sky, as he rose, flowed like rivers into the sea, instantly merging into his body without leaving a trace.

The sacred trees have returned to tranquility, and the landscape has regained its clarity.

Only the lingering, rich scent of grass and trees in the air testifies to the extraordinary scene that had just unfolded.

Qinglin Immortal Lord, who had been standing quietly protecting him, now had a more genuine smile on his face. He bowed and said, "Congratulations, fellow Daoist. The foundation of your Great Dao has been laid. Your future is promising."

Master Ziyang also looked pleased and congratulated him, saying, "True Lord, your merits and virtues have greatly advanced, and your foundation in the Dao is now solid. This is truly a cause for celebration."

Chen Jiao nodded slightly to the two men as a way of returning their greetings and expressing his gratitude.

His gaze swept calmly across the surroundings, taking in the expressions of all the cultivators.

The tiger demon felt a sudden chill and became even more alert, concealing his aura to a deeper level.