Journey to the West Creation Technique

Interior view of Amiya.

It was still that vast and boundless sea.

And a lonely island in the ocean.

Isolated islands and reefs, ancient altars.

Amiya remained kneeling in the center of the altar, her black hair falling down, her expression solemn, as she paid homage to the great being beneath the deep sea.

A cloud of black fog spread across the deserted island.

Just as the black mist had swallowed half of the island, a sudden change occurred!

The black mist began to gather, eventually transforming into a blue-faced, fanged demon with scarlet claws.

The demon-faced yaksha looked at its claws; they held less than half its power...

No problem, just tear apart the spirit cat's soul and take over its physical body first.

The sea, the island, the altar...

Can a cat's inner world be this rich?!

Although the demon-faced yaksha sensed something was amiss, it instinctively locked onto the figure kneeling on the altar.

That's the woman!

Tear her apart, devour her, end it all!

The demon-faced yaksha rushed forward, and as it leaped, it even spread its blue bat wings.

The moment it landed on the altar, an overwhelming aura rendered it immobile.

Amiya stood up, and behind her the sea surged with towering waves.

The dormant Sea-Overturning Crocodile burst forth from the sea, its pair of giant scarlet eyes staring intently at the Demon-Faced Yaksha.

Divine grace is as vast as the sea, divine power as deep as a prison.

It was overwhelming and irresistible.

thump.

The demon-faced yaksha knelt down.

It knelt before the majestic deity behind the woman, and also before the woman herself.

This is the way of the priest.

As long as there is a god behind you, even a mortal can make the strong kneel in submission.

Faced with the overwhelming dragon's might, the demon-faced yaksha knelt, but it was extremely unwilling. It struggled violently, its limbs twitching, but to no avail.

hateful……

It was just a remnant soul; if it had its entire soul and cultivation, it would never have been in such a sorry state!

Despite being suppressed from the level of the soul, this woman was ultimately just a mortal soul.

A weak soul cannot devour a powerful soul, and even though she cannot move, the woman can only stand there.

It's nothing more than a prolonged stalemate, with each side holding the other back!

Preventing the physical body from waking up.

How long can a physical body exist without the control of a divine soul?

In the end, everyone was reduced to ashes...

"Hehehe..." A strange, eerie laugh suddenly came from the Yaksha's mouth.

It suddenly realized something...

The woman before him could not devour him, but the terrifying being in the sea could devour him in the blink of an eye.

But why didn't it swallow it?

Could it be that this vast source has no independent intelligence and is merely an inanimate object?

As long as one withstands the instinctive fear brought by the dragon's might and proceeds step by step, one can gradually erode this vast and powerful source, thereby breaking through the shackles and experiencing a surge in cultivation.

Just then, a yellowish-brown fist encased in rock slammed into his head.

boom!

That was Lu Chengjun's fist.

He cultivated the form of Sha Wujing, and his earth-elemental cultivation transformed into this heavy stone fist.

Taking advantage of the moment when the demon-faced yaksha was restrained by the dragon's might and unable to move, he swung his fist and smashed it.

boom! boom! boom!

Punch after punch, silent yet fierce.

With each strike, dense, dark malevolent energy dissipated from the Yaksha's remnant soul, causing the soul itself to disintegrate continuously.

Amiya stood quietly to the side, absorbing the dissipating black smoke.

She looked content, completely absorbed in the thrill of gaining power.

Nourished by the evil power, her jet-black hair became even more lustrous, her skin even whiter, and even her ten fingers were tinged with an eerie crimson.

Her aura was quietly transforming.

When Lu Chengjun completely defeated the remnant soul of the Demon-Faced Yaksha, Amiya's temperament had already changed.

The originally snow-white sacrificial robe has turned into a dark black robe.

The original linen fabric was transformed into silk.

Her figure is now more shapely and graceful, and she exudes an air of elegance and nobility; she is no longer the woman who knelt on the ground.

Lu Chengjun pondered for a moment, then uttered a meaningful question: "Are you... still Amiya?"

Amiya smiled gently. "Of course it's me."

Lu Chengjun remained silent for a long time before slowly dissipating.

The Eight Treasures Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

Du Men.

Lu Chengjun, who was holding the tabby cat, opened his eyes.

The tabby cat in his arms also opened its amber eyes.

"How is it?" Cai Yiheng, who was standing by, asked in a low voice.

"It went fairly smoothly." Lu Chengjun stroked the kitten in his arms, his expression calm.

"It's done?" Cai Yiheng still couldn't believe it.

Lu Chengjun nodded again.

Cai Yiheng stared intently at the tabby cat in Lu Chengjun's arms and questioned, "How can you prove you haven't been possessed?"

"Meow..." The tabby cat meowed irritably, turning its head away, unwilling to explain.

Cai Yiheng thought for a moment, then reached out to touch it.

"Sss!" The kitten's fur stood on end.

Cai Yiheng reluctantly withdrew his hand.

He wasn't possessed; this cat never lets him touch it.

This indicates that the spirit remains and the nature has not changed.

An ordinary cat actually devoured the Yaksha's soul.

What's the principle behind this?

"Meow, meow..." The tabby cat meowed at Cai Yiheng a few more times.

Cai Yiheng looked at Lu Chengjun: "What does it mean?"

Lu Chengjun relayed, "Amiya wants to absorb all the remaining evil power of the Demon-Faced Yaksha?"

"How do you inhale?" Cai Yiheng asked, his face full of astonishment.

"Inhale the same way you did before, just like you did before."

"Heh..." Cai Yiheng laughed in exasperation: "That demon was fooled once, do you think he'll fall for it a second time?"

Lu Chengjun: "Yes!"

There's no need to argue; just try it and you'll see.

The tabby cat once again stepped out of the gate and into the center of the Eight Treasures Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

The demon-faced yaksha, suspended in mid-air by eight black iron chains, noticed that Amiya had appeared once again.

The yaksha, which had been on the verge of death, suddenly became radiant. It struggled against its chains and urged in a hoarse voice, "Spirit Cat... come here, come closer to me, I want to give you all my power."

The kitten leaped onto the demon-faced yaksha.

The power transfer has begun again...

Forty percent demonic power, fifty percent demonic power, sixty percent demonic power, seventy percent demonic power...

This time, Lu Chengjun didn't make a move, so the tabby cat jumped off the demon-faced yaksha, closed its eyes, and entered the inner world.

The demon-faced yaksha seemed very agitated, but it was all in vain.

It was so ruthless that it wanted to give all its demonic power to the tabby cat, but the cat refused to accept it.

The sea, the island, the reef, the altar...

Amiya's inner world of consciousness remained unchanged.

The Yaksha's primordial spirit, now possessing only 40% of its demonic power, reappears.

Unsurprisingly, it was suppressed...

This time, Amiya took matters into her own hands, tearing the immobile Yaksha soul to shreds with her scarlet claws.

Just moments later...

Amiya opened her eyes and climbed onto Oni-faced Yaksha again.

Unfortunately, it didn't work this time...

The blue scales turned grayish-white.

Yaksha is dead!

It was tricked into having only 30% of its demonic and soul power left, and such a foundation could not withstand the suppression of the Eight Treasures Pagoda.

Under immense pressure, the demon-faced yaksha had been completely destroyed, leaving only a grayish-white skin...

"Meow..." the tabby cat meowed, sounding somewhat unsatisfied.

Cai Yiheng and Lu Chengjun walked out of the Du Gate together.

He looked at the dead demon-faced yaksha and sighed softly, "This fiend knew we were plotting against its evil power, so why did it willingly give up all its cultivation?"

"That's how gamblers are. They're unwilling to accept defeat and want to turn things around. Even knowing they're going to lose, they keep gambling until they're bankrupt and can never recover," Lu Chengjun said with heartfelt emotion.

Cai Yiheng glanced at his disciple in surprise.

This is the first time in so long that one's own disciple has spoken so much.