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

Above, the Four Immortal Lords stood suspended in mid-air.

They coldly surveyed the turbulent sea and crumbling mountains.

Countless creatures struggled amidst the turbulent waves and chaotic energy. Though their wails could not reach the heavens, their despair permeated the air like smoke and mist.

Visible to the naked eye, countless black wisps rose between heaven and earth.

Their gazes were calm, as if the ebb and flow beneath their feet were merely a tide that had nothing to do with them.

At this moment, the four pairs of eyes that had been indifferently looking down at the struggling beings below turned in unison to the figure in black robes holding a sword.

His gaze held neither overwhelming rage nor chilling murderous intent.

There was only a condescending scrutiny, tinged with an extremely subtle surprise, like a small pebble thrown into a still well, causing ripples to spread outwards.

Above the clouds, all was silent.

Only the muffled surging sound of the weak water below closing in again could be faintly heard.

"Oh?"

The slender immortal lord let out a soft "hmm," his voice calm and even, yet carrying a hint of amusement:

"These cultivators from the lower realms are quite interesting."

"If our paths were not so different, I would have been willing to bestow upon him a Star Lord's legacy."

The female immortal beside her, exuding a subtle yet resilient aura, offered a calm assessment, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger:

"His sword intent is pure, and his control over water element is close to the Dao."

"Although his magical cultivation is only at the Golden Core level, his comprehension and skills are enough to make him a promising talent in the Heavenly Court."

"A promising talent?"

The Immortal Lord snorted coldly, his voice revealing a hint of disdain and ruthlessness:

"To be ignorant of destiny and to attempt to stop a chariot with one's bare hands is a path to certain death, no matter how high one's understanding may be!"

Keeping this child alive may cause future trouble.

His gaze turned cold, and his aura subtly fluctuated, as if he intended to eliminate him.

"Fellow Daoist, please calm down."

The Central Immortal Lord spoke slowly, his voice deep and steady, instantly calming the restless killing intent.

His gaze remained fixed on Chen Jiao, unfathomable.

"This sword strike was somewhat unexpected."

However, in the grand scheme of things, it's merely like a boulder thrown into the sea, causing only minor ripples.

The Central Immortal Lord spoke in a detached tone, as if stating a fact:

"The momentum of the Weak Water has been established, and it cannot be reversed by one person or one sword."

The force of the sweeping tide is unstoppable.

He slightly turned his head, looked at the still murderous Immortal Lord, and said calmly:

"Moreover, our purpose in coming here is not to personally engage in a temporary contest with these cultivators from the lower realms."

If methods at the level of a Star Lord are used to forcibly eliminate it, it will inevitably leave clues and increase the variables.

Creating unnecessary complications is not the act of a wise person.

Upon hearing this, the slender immortal nodded slightly and replied:

"What you say is absolutely right, fellow Daoist."

Even a mere Golden Core cultivator from the lower realm with some fortuitous encounters and a modicum of ability would find it difficult to overturn the heavens.

If we were to make a big fuss about this, we would only appear petty.

Right now, ensuring that the Weak Water spreads along its predetermined trajectory to key points across the world is the top priority.

The female immortal also said softly:

"That's exactly right. An ant trying to shake a tree may have a commendable ambition, but its actions are laughable."

Although this child was exceptionally talented, he ultimately failed to achieve great things.

Let it struggle; you and I... will simply watch the tide rise.

After a moment of silence, the sharp aura around the Immortal Lord gradually subsided.

He glanced once more at the figure in black below, a flash of cold light in his eyes that ultimately turned into a condescending indifference.

"Fine."

He said coldly:

"Let him live a little longer. Once things are settled, if he still doesn't know whether he's alive or dead, then it's not too late to crush him."

Having said that, the four figures stopped paying attention to what was below and turned their gaze back to the Weak Water that was slowly sweeping across the four seas, their aura returning to its calm and still state.

It was as if that earth-shattering sword strike from just now was nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in a vast tide to them.

Since it was of little importance, I couldn't be bothered to brush it away.

This plan has taken a long time to complete, and now that the Ruoshui River has erupted as expected, its sweeping momentum is already established. The next step is to wait for the most crucial step.

Above the clouds, silence returned.

The female immortal lord's face, shrouded in a halo, turned towards the depths of the sky, as if waiting.

It should be daytime, but because the Weak Water obscures the sky, the light is dim as if it were dusk.

According to the plan, four stars will shine brightly, their starlight like a ribbon, illuminating the four seas.

Using supreme star power as a guide, the Weak Water was precisely poured into the already marked Four Seas Spiritual Pivot nodes, completely disrupting the foundation of the water realm!

Time slips away bit by bit, but the Weak Water continues its raging torrent.

In the sky, those four crucial stars still hung high, but they were dim and without light!

Not right.

An unexpected anomaly, like a quietly spreading cold mist, began to silently spread in the hearts of these four high-ranking immortal lords.

"Um?"

The Central Immortal Lord was the first to notice something amiss, and his usually steady aura faltered slightly.

He raised his fingers to calculate, his water elemental energy resonating with the mysterious secrets of heaven, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

He suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning, piercing a certain spot in the sky where starlight should have fallen, a hint of disbelief and astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Why are the stars still?

His voice was low, carrying a mixture of anger and bewilderment at having his plans disrupted:

"Those in heaven have made all the arrangements! How could anything go wrong? How could anything possibly go wrong?"

The immortal lord's voice suddenly became sharper, filled with disbelief and astonishment:

Why is the activation of the Star Pivot delayed? Could something have gone wrong?

The female immortal spoke softly, her voice carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation:

"Could it be that the Star Pivot ritual itself, or the person performing the ritual, has malfunctioned?"

Her words were unfinished, but the profound meaning behind them made the hearts of the other three sink.

The person holding the ritual implements?

Could it be that one of those great beings in heaven changed their mind at the last minute?

Or did they encounter an unexpected event that even they couldn't control?

Once this thought arose, it quickly enveloped the hearts of the Four Immortal Lords like a dark cloud.

They looked at each other, and although they couldn't see each other's faces clearly, they could clearly feel the same turbulent waves surging in each other's eyes!

With such meticulous planning and far-reaching arrangements, how could such an incomprehensible oversight occur at this most crucial link of reception!

"Wait a little longer."

After a few breaths of silence, the slender immortal uttered two words, his voice returning to its usual calm and still tone.

But the slightly curled fingers hidden in his sleeves revealed that his inner world was far from calm.

The four figures fell silent once more, raising their heads to gaze at the still-silent starry sky.

But the string in my heart was stretched tighter and tighter.

Although the Weak Water below is still spreading, without the guidance of stellar power, it is like a rootless duckweed, and will ultimately be unable to achieve its goal of sweeping across the four seas.

This brief delay has cast a heavy shadow over what was originally a meticulously planned scheme.

Just as this oppressive silence was about to freeze into ice—

In the deepest part of that dark sky, a faint light suddenly flickered abruptly!

The light spot was initially extremely small, dim and indistinguishable, and completely inconspicuous.

However, this subtle change was like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pond, instantly attracting four pairs of eyes that were already showing signs of anxiety!

"It's Rahu! The guide has arrived!"

The Immortal Lord was the first to let out a soft cry, his voice filled with the joy of relief.

His aura rippled slightly with excitement.

"As expected! It was a false alarm!"

The slender immortal lord clapped his hands and chuckled, his tone regaining its previous composure:

"There must be a slight delay in the Star Pivot ritual. After all, it involves such a vast amount of stellar power, so a slight deviation is to be expected."

Even the usually composed Central Immortal Lord relaxed slightly, nodding gently.

"Well, at least..."

However, before he could finish speaking, his deep, ancient eyes suddenly narrowed.

He stared intently at the point of light deep in the sky, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

wrong.

The point of light did not light up steadily as expected, nor did it emit a gentle, continuous starlight.

Instead... after the jump, it amplified rapidly at an illogical speed.

Moreover, its trajectory was not projected vertically toward the four sea nodes, but rather diagonally toward the sea area where they were located, rapidly approaching it!

"etc!"

The Central Immortal Lord's voice suddenly turned stern, interrupting the Immortal Lord beside him who was about to utter his words of relief!

"That starlight is strange!"

Upon hearing this, the other three immortal lords were startled and focused their attention to examine the scene closely.

This sight made their hearts, which had just settled back into their stomachs, leap into their throats again!

"What is that?"

The female immortal asked in surprise, her voice trembling slightly.

But the light spots in the sky had expanded from the size of a pinhead to the size of a fist.

And it's getting bigger and brighter!

Behind it, a long, dazzling tail of light trailed out, hurtling towards the sea below at a terrifying speed that seemed to tear the sky apart!

The light was moving so fast that it tore through the clouds, producing a thunderous roar!

"It's not star power guidance! It's...it's..."

The Immortal Lord cried out in shock, his voice filled with disbelief and horror!

Before the words were finished—

"boom--!"

A deafening roar, so deep it seemed to shatter one's very soul, suddenly exploded from the sea below.

The dazzling starlight struck the sea not far from the Four Immortal Lords with perfect accuracy.

It was as if an entire mountain had been forcibly pressed into the seabed.

The sea surface, spanning hundreds of miles, suddenly dipped down, creating a huge, bowl-shaped crater.

A colossal wave was instantly surging up, soaring straight into the sky.

Even from a great distance, the violent impact caused the protective immortal light surrounding the Four Immortal Lords to sway violently!

Before the tide had receded, four pairs of eyes pierced through the water curtain, locking onto the sea.

Amidst the surging waves, a figure slowly rose from the bottomless abyss.

The man was dressed in a tattered Star Lord's robe, his hair was disheveled, and his aura was extremely weak.

The most shocking part was the area around his chest.

The robe, along with the inner protective armor, had a clearly visible fist-shaped indentation!

The fist imprint was clearly defined, with wisps of blazing white lightning still lingering at the edges, exuding an overwhelming and terrifying aura that could crush everything.

This Rahu Star Lord, one of the eleven luminaries, was actually blasted down from the heavens by a single punch!