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

The entire Blackwater Abyss shook violently.

The Earthly Fire Fiend, which had been suppressed by the Water Element Grand Array for a long time, finally broke through all its restraints.

Thick, dark red flames, as thick as giant pillars, carrying a violent aura capable of burning everything, surged forth from the depths of the earth like thousands of fire dragons breaking free of their shackles.

Almost at the same moment, the enormous azure array suddenly changed its luster.

Guided by the power of the formation, the accumulated, violent fire elemental crashed into the equally vast and boundless essence of the Weak Water above.

Fueled by the earth fire, the pitch-black weak water expanded wildly and swept away silently.

Where the tide passes, all things dissolve and all spiritual energy is extinguished.

At that very moment when the tide of the Weak Water surged, Chen Jiao's eyes narrowed.

He vaguely glimpsed an extremely faint, almost transparent, water-colored figure.

The figure resembled a woman, with graceful features but a blurred face, radiating endless sorrow and despair.

She silently opened her arms, as if crying out to the void, but no sound came out.

Only that sense of sorrow pierced through the layers of water and reached the heart.

At the same time, the four figures in the center of the formation, seeing that the water and fire had become a force to be reckoned with, also stopped.

They nodded to each other slightly, and their figures vanished silently from the spot like bubbles, as if they had never existed.

Only the slender immortal's indifferent voice drifted faintly through the raging torrents:

"Mission accomplished, awaiting star guidance."

"Brother Daoist! We cannot linger here!"

Master Xuangu was horrified and hurriedly reminded him.

The annihilating aura emanating from the Weak Water Tide made his soul tremble.

"Walk!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Chen Jiao unleashed his Xuan Gu, transforming into a stream of deep, dark water, flowing against the surging Weak Water.

It shot out from the other side of the passage, which was not yet fully closed, and headed straight for the sea.

At the bottom of the Blackwater Abyss, in an instant, only the wildly erupting subterranean fire and the overwhelming Weak Water remained.

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As Chen Jiao and Xuan Gu burst out of the Flowing Cloud Sea, before their escape light could stabilize, they felt the seawater below suddenly become stagnant.

The once clear sky suddenly turned gloomy.

The Weak Water silently flows over the seabed mountains, bursts forth from the bottomless abyss, engulfs all living things, and then flows straight upward.

A thick column of water, over ten thousand feet in diameter and the color of dark ink, stretched from the sky to the sea.

The Weak Water flows along the edge, like an endless, dark curtain, slowly spreading out in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the sky lost its color, seabirds took flight in fright, and fish and dragons hid.

The Weak Water is no ordinary sea wave; even a goose feather cannot float on it, and even immortals and gods cannot cross it.

It also contains the terrifying power to erode spiritual energy and corrupt the primordial spirit.

Beneath the sea, the water vein's spiritual core was struck as if by a heavy blow. After a violent tremor, the water vein's energy, which had been flowing in an orderly manner, twisted and broke wildly like a group of frightened snakes.

When the mind went awry, the millions of aquatic creatures that depended on it suddenly lost their support, some went mad, some became listless, and their vitality vanished at a visible speed.

Furthermore, the yin and filth hidden deep in the ocean trenches and long lurking in the earth's veins seize the opportunity to surge upwards, intertwining with the chaotic water spirits and transforming into breeding grounds for evil spirits.

In the vast ocean, evil spirits roam freely.

Meanwhile, the demons lurking in all directions also took advantage of the situation to cause chaos.

They rode up demonic winds, plundering coastal villages and attacking sects.

On the shores of the East China Sea, the human kingdoms and cultivation sects that depend on the sea for survival bear the brunt.

Although the dark, weak waters did not directly submerge the coast, the tsunami and chaotic energy they triggered have already brought catastrophic destruction to these mortal-dominated kingdoms.

Houses collapsed and fertile fields were destroyed.

Some low-level aquatic spirits, carried by the chaotic ocean currents, ventured into the nearshore waters, attacked fishing boats, and wreaked havoc on the village.

Led by True Person Chixia, the cultivators in the country hastily erected a protective array for the city. However, the light barrier flickered and teetered under the corrosive influence of the Weak Water, and was in imminent danger.

In the capital, the king climbed to a high place and looked out over the sea, his face ashen, and all the officials and ministers remained silent.

Some small sects that were affiliated with Aolai Kingdom had their mountain gate restrictions worn away by invisible turbid energy.

When his disciples meditated, they often experienced inner demons, causing their cultivation to regress instead of progress.

The disciples were repeatedly attacked by monsters while gathering herbs, resulting in heavy casualties and a gloomy atmosphere.

The sect leaders and elders were deeply worried and sent out their disciples to investigate.

Similar tragedies are unfolding simultaneously among various factions, large and small, along the East China Sea coast.

In an instant, the boundless territory of the East China Sea was shrouded in the panic of this spiritual collapse.

Living beings are like ants, living in constant fear and anxiety.

Xuan Gu Shangren stood beside Chen Jiao, gazing at the dark tide that stretched from the sky to the sea, obliterating all things.

His face was deathly pale, his hands and feet were ice-cold, and an uncontrollable chill surged from the depths of his soul.

He had cultivated for hundreds of years and experienced many storms, but he had never seen such a devastating scene.

In his heart, he had already cursed the ancestors of those who orchestrated this countless times:

"This move... is tantamount to extinguishing the very foundation of life for billions of beings in the East China Sea!"

On the distant sea, Ao Ying was personally leading his shrimp soldiers and crab generals in a fierce battle against some demons who had emerged amidst the chaos.

Beside her, Princess Wansheng also unleashed her supernatural powers, with streaks of emerald light wrapping around and strangling the demons like silken ribbons.

Although the two women fought valiantly to eliminate the threat, their efforts were futile against the overwhelming power of heaven and earth.

Chen Jiao stood silently, his black robes fluttering in the sea breeze.

After a moment, he exhaled a breath of stale air, as if he had made a decision.

He took a single step and was already several feet in front of Ao Ying, his voice calm:

"Your Highness, may I borrow the imperial seal?"

Upon hearing this, not only was Ao Ying stunned, but even Princess Wansheng, who was casting a spell to defend against the enemy, paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Water God's Seal!

It is a symbol of the authority of the lord of a certain water area, which is related to the foundation of the divine position. How could it be easily entrusted to others?

Moreover, this is especially true when powerful enemies surround us and the situation is unclear!

Ao Ying's pupils contracted slightly, and an extremely complex expression instantly appeared on her face.

She parted her lips slightly, as if to ask for the reason.

But Chen Jiao's expression was calm, his gaze firm, and in the distance, the surging, overwhelming Weak Water surged.

The words that were about to come out were swallowed back down.

A few breaths passed, but it felt like an eternity.

Finally, all hesitation vanished from Ao Ying's eyes, replaced by unwavering resolve.

She gave Chen Jiao a deep look, but said nothing more.

With a flick of his wrist, a seal, entirely blue in color, engraved with cloud and water dragon patterns and exuding a powerful aura of water transport, appeared in his palm.

Chen Jiao nodded slightly and reached out to take it.

The seal felt slightly heavy in his hand, and a pure and vast water elemental power instantly surged into his body, creating a mysterious resonance with his own Dao foundation.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, holding the seal in his hand, and his aura suddenly became ethereal and vast.

The title of Flowing Cloud Water God was temporarily bestowed upon him, and the flow of water elements in the entire sea seemed to be under his complete control!

The moment I opened my eyes, it seemed as if countless ripples of water were flowing within them, reflecting the entire vast ocean.

Chen Jiao slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and held it forward in a loose fist.

The vast water element surrounding him silently interacted with the restless sea of ​​flowing clouds.

The supreme true meaning of water essence in the "General Record of Xuantian Sword and Divine Power - Water Section" shines like the bright moon in his heart lake, clear and transparent.

At this moment, his energy and spirit were highly concentrated, reaching a state of perfect harmony.

If this transformation is to the realm of celestial beings, then one can reach the point where the three flowers gather at the top.

One will moves a thousand rivers.

But the chaotic and violent water elemental energy around him suddenly converged and gently gathered in his palm.

In the blink of an eye, a flawless water sword had taken shape.

The moment the sword was drawn, the world fell silent.

The chaotic battles, the roars of demons, and the thunder of the waves seemed to vanish in an instant!

The sword has no sharp edge or blade, only the true essence of water flows quietly within it, its inner radiance seemingly carrying the depth and resilience of the entire ocean.

Chen Jiao gripped his sword, his gaze calmly fixed on the surging Weak Water.

Lips slightly parted:

"I have a sword that can part waters."

A very faint sound, like the sound of a sharp blade slicing through silk, clearly reached everyone's ears, yet seemed to resonate throughout the entire world.

The once seamless and unstoppable tide of the Weak Water was suddenly split open by a huge, straight, smooth gap that stretched across the north and south.

On both sides of the gap, the Weak Water rises a thousand feet high, frozen and still!

Although it was still roaring and tumbling, its momentum had suddenly stalled.

However, this balance did not last long.

The power of the Weak Water was simply too immense; this sword strike, though wondrous and unpredictable, was ultimately like a rootless duckweed.

After nearly ten breaths, the weak water on both sides immediately squeezed and gathered towards the center like a giant beast closing its jaws.

It continued to sweep in all directions.

However, this obstacle slowed its progress down for a moment.

And in that brief moment, countless lives may have been given a precious chance to survive.

Even more horrifying was that the ferocious expressions on the faces of those originally arrogant demons instantly froze.

Immediately, all the bodies, regardless of size, silently broke apart, turning into dust and dissipating in the wind!

For a moment, all was silent.

Ao Yinglongnu's red lips parted slightly, and she stood there stunned, her magic sword almost slipping from her hand.

As the Lord of the Flowing Clouds, she knew better than anyone the terror of the Weak Water, and the Water God's position did not have such a blessing!

Princess Wansheng also paled, gazing at Xuan Ling's black-clad figure holding the seal and sword, splitting the water with a single strike, as if she were seeing a god.

All the surviving aquatic soldiers stared blankly at the Weak Water that had been split apart by a single sword and the sea monsters that had been instantly annihilated, their minds completely blank.

Chen Jiao sheathed his sword and stood there. The water sword quietly dissipated and returned to the element of water in the world.

At the very moment the tide of the Weak Water was cleaved in two by a single sword strike, and the sea demons vanished into thin air—

The four blurry figures, who had been standing in mid-air, observing the situation from above the clouds, paused slightly almost simultaneously.

Their previously indifferent gazes, without prior agreement, pierced through the layers of clouds and mist, all turning towards the figure in black robes holding a sword on the sea below.