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

Chapter 409 The Purple-Blue Female Sword Immortal, Her Sword Strike Like Thunder Across the Heavens

Master Ziyang pondered for a moment. He was mild-mannered and disliked fighting. The Refining Platform was too sharp, and the Cave Mystery Palace was too mysterious. However, the vibrant life of Changqing Garden suited his taste better.

Master Ziyang then walked to Chen Jiao's side and bowed, saying, "True Lord, your Daoist heart is clear and your demeanor is magnificent, which sets you apart from ordinary people."

"This humble Taoist, a free spirit, has a slight fondness for the vitality of plants and trees, and thus I set off for the Evergreen Garden. The road ahead is unpredictable; please proceed with caution, True Lord."

Chen Jiao returned the greeting and said, "Please take care, Master."

Master Ziyang smiled and nodded, saying no more. He rode a cloud of auspicious purple energy and drifted into the spiritual mist of the left corridor.

Most people headed straight for Changqing Garden and Lianzhen Platform, leaving the corridor in front of them empty.

Only seven or eight remained in the corridor.

Chen Jiao stood still, paused briefly to catch his breath, and then turned his gaze back to the deep, deserted corridor to his right that led to the Dongxuan Mansion.

A dark cloak fluttered as she stepped inside.

Only a few cultivators, including the two female cultivator sisters, followed behind Jingfa Zhenjun after he entered Dongxuan Mansion, heading towards Dongxuan Mansion.

At the entrance of the corridor, only the three demons—tiger, deer, and sheep—remained.

As the goat demon watched Chen Jiao's figure disappear, he lowered his voice and asked suspiciously, "That one glance he gave us just now—could it be that he had already seen through our transformation technique?"

Upon hearing this, the deer demon snorted coldly, a flash of ferocity passing through its eyes, and sneered, "So what if he saw through it? If he really had the guts, he should have made his move earlier."

They must be feeling weak and cowardly, and dare not refuse us, so they pretend not to know anything.

Upon hearing this, the tiger demon and the sheep demon exchanged a glance and were both speechless.

The sheep demon's lips curled into a mocking smile, but he ultimately refrained from further sarcasm.

The tiger demon said in a deep voice, "Say no more."

Whether he knew it or not, the time had come. He was overconfident in his profound Taoist skills and insisted on entering that mysterious cave, unaware that this was precisely where his calamity was about to befall him!

After saying this, the three demons headed straight for the Cave Mystery Palace.

There were no ordinary gates in front of Dongxuan Mansion.

Only one plaque hangs high above the spiritual mist, bearing the two characters "Dongxuan" (洞玄), its Taoist charm restrained, quietly overlooking the visitors.

A hazy, spiritual light emanates from beneath the plaque, like a curtain or veil, obscuring the interior and making it impossible to glimpse even a fraction of it.

Even when divine sense probed into it, it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea—utterly nowhere to be found.

Chen Jiao raised his eyes, glanced at the plaque, and then, without stopping, stepped straight into the spiritual light.

His figure caused a few ripples, which then disappeared without a trace.

After the flash of inspiration, the scene suddenly became clear.

It was neither the magnificent palaces and celestial caves that one had imagined, nor a blessed land with lush vegetation.

What I saw before me was an endless void, deep and silent, with only a few stars floating in the far distance, flickering and outlining indistinct shapes.

There is no solid ground beneath one's feet, yet one can stand firm; there are no boundaries in all directions, yet the flow of energy naturally forms a circle, its mysteries beyond words.

Upon seeing this, Chen Jiao's gaze narrowed slightly, and he muttered to himself, "It's actually a small void world opened up with great magical power—"

Before he could finish speaking, something unexpected happened.

A purplish-blue light suddenly shone from behind a dim star in the far distance, and then transformed into a magnificent sword light that stretched across the void.

It instantly filled the entire field of vision, heading straight for Chen Jiao's brow!

Immediately following, a clear, cold, and slightly angry female voice pierced through the void after the sword light: "Which demonic tribe comes here to seek death!"

The sword light surged like a reversed Milky Way, arriving in an instant.

Its speed and power far surpassed all the restrictions encountered outside the palace before.

Following the True Lord, four or five cultivators who entered this realm almost simultaneously were immediately struck by the sword light upon entering. They froze on the spot, their minds and spirits shaken, and their Dao hearts nearly collapsed.

Chen Jiao's expression remained unchanged. Facing the sword light that cleaved through the void, he simply raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and burst forth with blazing white lightning, which coiled around his fist.

Without dodging or avoiding, he threw a punch!

"boom!"

Fist and sword light clashed fiercely.

Amidst the deafening roar, the seemingly indestructible purple-blue sword light was shattered into pieces by the extremely powerful and yang divine thunder fist intent, instantly bursting into countless starlight points that illuminated the dark void, making Chen Jiaoxuan's figure stand tall and imposing.

Chen Jiao shattered the sword light with a punch, his movements fluid and without the slightest hesitation. He then extended his right hand to the side and clenched it in a backhand motion.

"Clang!"

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed throughout the secluded realm, causing distant stars to tremble and stirring up boundless energy.

Lightning surged from his palm, condensing into a long sword with an ancient design and crackling lightning patterns—the Thunder Sun Demon-Subduing Sword.

Chen Jiao held the sword in a reverse grip, the blade horizontal, with blazing white lightning flowing along its spine.

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and purple and blue lightning burst forth once more.

Chen Jiao stood as steady as a rock, his Thunder Yang Demon-Subduing Sword firmly blocking a purple-blue longsword that had been quietly handed to him from who-knows-when and from who-knows-where.

Behind the sword, a figure slowly materialized from the ripples in the void.

She was a woman dressed in a simple blue dress, with long hair cascading down to her waist.

Her hair was an unusual deep purple, which made her face appear even whiter and more aloof. Her features were exquisite, yet she remained frozen in time.

She held a three-foot-long green sword, its tip pointing directly at the spine of Chen Jiao's Thunder Sword. Her purple eyes coldly stared at Chen Jiao, who was so close at hand, her killing intent undiminished, but rather even more intense.

The woman remained silent, twisting her wrist, and the purple-green longsword suddenly withdrew, then transformed into countless tiny sword beams like stars in the sky, enveloping Chen Jiao from all directions.

Chen Jiao remained expressionless, and with a backhand grip, he slashed the Thunder Yang Demon-Subduing Sword in front of him, drawing a perfectly round sword arc.

Blazing white lightning burst forth from the sword arc, protecting him completely.

"Jingle bells!"

The sounds of dense rain pattering on banana leaves were continuous, and thousands of purple and blue sword beams collided with the thunder, illuminating this desolate void with flickering light.

The lightning and sword light annihilated each other, and the dissipated energy stirred up the distant stars, causing them to sway slightly.

The woman in green moved swiftly, using the sword's edge as cover, and closed in again from an unbelievable angle, her purple-green sword aimed at Chen Jiao's ribs.

Chen Jiao struck out with his left palm, lightning patterns flashing in his palm, and his palm struck the side of the incoming sword.

"clang!"

Another loud bang.

The woman used the momentum to spin lightly, like a lotus in the wind, and floated back several feet, her purple hair flying, and a trace of solemnity finally flashed in her eyes.

This attack failed, and the woman's eyes grew even colder.

She stopped testing them, made a hand seal, and instantly her figure blurred into three. Three slender figures in green robes and purple hair, each wielding an ancient sword, attacked simultaneously from the front, left, and right!

The sword light intertwined, sometimes like a galaxy falling, vast and boundless; sometimes like a secluded orchid blooming, cunning and unpredictable; sometimes like a plum blossom breaking through the snow, cold and chilling.

The three figures were connected by their auras and sword intents, as if they were three ancient sword immortals with one mind joining forces to attack, sealing off all of Chen Jiao's dodge and maneuver, and even disrupting his divine sense, giving him the illusion that there were killing swords all around him.

The cultivators who followed behind were already dumbfounded. They felt that each sword light was enough to kill them countless times. In their horror, they hurriedly retreated a long distance, afraid of being affected by the aftershocks.

Lightning flashed like stars, and sword beams gleamed like bolts of lightning.

Purple and green sword lights intertwined, and three figures in green robes stood on three sides, their auras blending into one, their sword intent fierce, surrounding Chen Jiao at the core.

This is not a simple clone, but the Three Talents Sword Formation, where one person forms the formation, with sword intent superimposed to seal the heavens and the earth.

"cut."

Three clear, cold female voices rang out simultaneously, blending into one tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of sword light appeared.

Chen Jiao held the Thunder Yang Demon-Subduing Sword firmly, standing still in the center of the void, his figure as imposing as a deep pool and a towering mountain.

He felt a sudden increase in pressure around him, as if the entire void was rejecting him.

The sword light was not only incredibly sharp, but also contained a vast Daoist charm that harmonized Yin and Yang and regulated Qi.

Chen Jiao's eyes narrowed slightly, realizing that this was no ordinary swordsmanship.

This woman's sword intent is vast yet subtle, with two colors, purple and blue. One represents growth and change, while the other represents killing and concealment, subtly aligning with the Yin-Yang principle.

What's even more remarkable is that these three clones are not illusions. Their aura, sword intent, and Daoist charm are all perfectly integrated, as if the Dao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. They are actually derived from superior methods to create a profound phenomenon similar to "one breath transforms into three pure ones". However, their foundation is still the Dao of the sword. They have lost some of the harmony of the Dao and gained more of the extreme sharpness of the sword going against the grain.

Ordinary methods are easy to break through one aspect, difficult to break through three, and especially difficult to break through its inexhaustible mechanism.

This woman in green is probably a true disciple of the Azure Emperor, skilled in swordsmanship.

"The ancient sword immortals truly possessed unique skills."

However, Chen Jiao's resolve was as firm as a rock, and he would not back down because of this.

Faced with the Three Talents Sword Formation, which was divided into three sides and whose energy was completely integrated and strangled each other, Chen Jiao did not rush to attack, nor did he retreat. He simply held the Thunder Sword in his hand horizontally in front of him.

"Buzz"

The sword trembled slightly, emitting a mysterious sound.

Centered on the sword, a vast expanse of blazing white lightning spread outwards in all directions like ripples.

Before the three sword formations could fully close, Chen Jiao had already delivered the sword.

This sword strike was as powerful as thunder, sweeping across the heavens.