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

The deepest part of Blackwater Abyss.

This place is no longer an ordinary underwater scene. It is pitch black all around, and all is silent. Even the water seems to have frozen.

Below, there was an endless expanse of dark red, which was the source of the Earth's Fire Vein that had been forcibly imprisoned.

The blazing fire elemental power surged and roared at the bottom of the deep abyss, yet it was like a ferocious beast whose neck was being held firmly by an invisible giant hand, unable to struggle.

Above, endless streams of weak water, like clouds hanging from the sky, slowly swirled and condensed into thick, dark, dragon-like ribbons of water that coiled around the boiling fire veins.

The Weak Water is extremely yin and turbid; its weight is comparable to a mountain, and its coldness can freeze the soul.

It is precisely because of these inherently opposing characteristics that the violent subterranean fire is contained within this place.

However, above this raging sea of ​​fire, floated a massive array constructed from countless dark blue runes.

The formation covered the entire surface of the lava lake, with runes flowing endlessly, emanating an extremely yin and cold aura of weak water.

On one side of the great formation, Zhang Qingyang stood respectfully with his hands at his sides, his face filled with awe, not daring to utter a sound.

His gaze subtly fell upon the two figures at the core of the formation, whose auras were profound and unfathomable.

One of them was the same immortal lord who had led Zhang Qingyang here.

He was still shrouded in a soft, misty light, his figure indistinct, with only his pair of bright eyes fixed on the operating array.

Another immortal lord, also draped in a clear radiance, concealed his aura.

He sat cross-legged, hovering above the center of the formation, his hands forming a mudra, seemingly merging with the entire formation.

The Central Immortal Lord spoke, his voice cold and indifferent, echoing in the dark space:

"The time is approaching."

The subterranean fire has been accumulating for a long time, and the weak water has also been gathering momentum.

Once the star's orbit has moved to the desired location, the fire element can be activated to propel the Weak Water, unleashing its sweeping force.

Upon hearing this, the Immortal Lord didn't even lift an eyelid; his voice remained calm and unwavering, as if recounting a trivial matter.

"The dragon clans of the four seas have been living in comfort for too long."

This sweeping flood will be a good opportunity to wash away their years of complacency.

The Central Immortal Lord coldly laughed:

"In the past, the Heavenly River Weak Water flooded the Three Realms, and only those with great supernatural powers and great merits could quell it."

Now, using this water as a foundation, we will set up this Water Element Array, drawing in the water elements from all four seas to refine and suppress the violence of the earth's fire.

When the fire vein is suppressed to its limit and the yin and yang are reversed, the original spirituality of the weak water can be activated, causing it to pour out and spread throughout the four seas as in ancient times.

At that time, the three thousand rivers will flow freely, sweeping across the eight wastelands; even a Golden Immortal would have to frown.

The two spoke with indifference and composure, as if they were not discussing a disaster that was about to engulf billions of lives, but merely an insignificant storm.

The immortal lord nodded slightly.

"The Emperor's plan is far-reaching. Although this move is risky, it is the only feasible option."

With the earth's fire accumulated over thousands of years as propulsion, and carrying the essence of the Weak Water, it can sweep across the four seas, cleanse the water realm, and restore the water element.

only……"

He shifted his tone slightly, a hint of barely perceptible感慨 in his voice:

"We have betrayed the Heavenly Court and committed this act against Heaven. In the future... we may never have a peaceful day."

The Central Immortal Lord paused slightly in his hand seals, remained silent for a moment, and then said:

"The Heavenly Court has strict rules and regulations, and factional infighting. When has it ever been truly fair?"

We who are trapped in the path of immortals, even if we cultivate diligently for a thousand years, will only reach the Mahayana stage.

How can they compare to those who cultivate the celestial path?

That True Lord Jingfa ascended to the rank of True Lord in just over two hundred years, and now he has been promoted to the rank of Great Grade Fruit Master, standing above us all. How illustrious he is!

The Emperor has granted us the opportunity to be promoted in rank. Even if the road ahead is fraught with peril, it is better than being forever subservient to others.

Although his voice was low, it conveyed a sense of determination.

Zhang Qingyang, listening from the side, was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

He never expected that these two venerable immortals would express such deep resentment towards the current state of the Heavenly Court.

He secretly rejoiced that he had already surrendered, otherwise just hearing these words would have been a disaster.

The Central Immortal Lord cast a spell, saying:

"The time is approaching. I need your help, fellow Daoist, to stabilize the core of the formation."

The immortal lord nodded, "It's my duty."

He turned to Zhang Qingyang in the corner and said:

"Now that you're in this situation, you should be careful to do your job. Once it's done, you'll reap the rewards."

"Wait here and do not leave without permission."

Zhang Qingyang quickly bowed: "This humble official understands! I will certainly follow the lead of the two Immortal Lords!"

But inwardly he groaned.

Leading the Immortal Lord, he took a step forward, his figure merging into the massive array's halo, clearly heading to make final adjustments and stabilize the formation.

With his arrival, the once tranquil Weak Water above seemed to be infused with vitality, its flow appearing to accelerate and its chill intensifying.

The suppressed earth fire below seemed to sense the change in the water element above, and its restlessness became more and more obvious, with a faint low rumble coming from it, like a trapped beast struggling.

At that moment, at the edge of the dark space, the void rippled slightly like water.

Immediately, two figures stepped out silently, one after the other.

The visitors were also two immortal lords.

Zhang Qingyang huddled in the corner, stealing glances at the two newcomers, his heart growing colder.

Two more have arrived!

The water is getting deeper and deeper, and muddier and muddier.

He was filled with remorse, regretting his decision to descend to the mortal realm to seek revenge and get himself into this mess.

It seems there's no place for him in Heaven anymore.

The two newly arrived immortals stood silently at the entrance, their bodies surrounded by a swirling aura, their auras obscure and difficult to discern.

One of the men, who appeared slightly thin, glanced at the large array operating in the arena and the central immortal lord at the array's core, and nodded slightly.

His voice was calm, yet carried the composure of someone long accustomed to a high position:

"Thank you for guarding this place, fellow Daoists."

"The matter of guiding the Star Pivot will be personally planned and coordinated by the high-ranking figures above; we need not trouble ourselves with it."

The aura of the Central Immortal Lord shifted slightly, as if nodding, responding calmly:

"It is my duty."

However, this subterranean fire has been accumulating for a long time, and its eruption may far exceed expectations. The weak water must guide it with extreme caution.

Please don't harm us.

Another immortal lord, slightly taller and with a graceful figure, gave a soft "hmm" upon hearing this, his voice clear and cold, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

"Fellow Daoist, you are overthinking it. The Four Seas Knot has already been secretly set up."

The seeds of inspiration have been sown in every key location.

All that remains is for the water and fire to erupt here, and for the Weak Water to surge through like a flood.

At that time, with the stars as the guide and all points responding, a sweeping trend will naturally unfold, and success will come naturally.

The Immortal Lord slowly spoke:

"The power of water and fire has accumulated to its fullest extent, and the balance is about to be broken."

With the four of us gathered together, we can stabilize our position and guide the flood.

After speaking, the slender immortal and the female immortal took a step forward at the same time.

The two figures merged into the azure array light like flowing water.

Within the formation, the four immortal lords each occupied a side, their auras subtly connected, jointly controlling the great formation.

At the bottom of the abyss, the final preparations were quietly completed.

The subterranean fire, suppressed for countless years, is now like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to be released.

Zhang Qingyang held his breath, hiding in the shadows, feeling as insignificant as a speck of dust.