Journey to the West Creation Technique

The enormous, cold, vertical pupils opened right in front of him.

In an instant.

The black python below felt as if the sky had fallen.

An extreme fear emanating from its very soul rendered it unable to move.

The White Snake Demon King slowly raised its head and suddenly opened its mouth to bite!

The giant black python was picked up in one gulp by the White Snake Demon King, just like a fat earthworm.

Click, click...

The chilling sound of chewing echoed throughout the field of vision.

The fangs of ordinary snakes are like two venomous needles, making it impossible for them to chew food; after capturing prey, they can only swallow it.

But now the White Snake Demon King's mouth is full of sharp teeth, and he can actually start chewing.

This is an ability possessed only by dragons...

Nourished by the essence of devouring the flesh and blood of her own kind, the charred and cracked wounds on her body scabbed over and healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The surrounding pythons trembled with fear, all prostrating themselves on the ground, some even turning their bellies up to show their humility.

Submission is futile.

The White Serpent Demon King opened and closed its massive maw, devouring one black python after another like noodles.

After a frenzied devouring, her old skin shed, and she grew new scales, with a single, gleaming white horn emerging from the center of her forehead.

The lightning tribulation just now was her tribulation of transforming into a dragon.

Now she has transformed from a snake into a dragon.

At this moment, the White Dragon King had returned to his peak condition, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

A surge of light erupted, and she concealed her enormous demonic body, transforming back into human form.

She still looked like a beautiful young girl, except that there were no more snake scales on her neck, and only a single horn on her forehead.

She looked at him.

"You helped me," the White Dragon King spoke first, breaking the silence.

Lu Chengjun smiled faintly: "I am your priest, it is only right..."

The White Dragon King gazed intently at him: "I will bestow upon you demonic power once more to greatly enhance your cultivation."

Lu Chengjun gently shook his head: "No need, I intend to walk my own path."

The White Dragon King stared intently at Lu Chengjun, as if trying to see through his true thoughts.

"Then so be it." The White Dragon King stopped hesitating and said to himself, "I'm leaving... Dragons must enter the sea."

"This place is indeed no longer suitable for you," Lu Chengjun said calmly. "You may leave."

"Aren't you coming with me?" the White Dragon King asked again to confirm.

Lu Chengjun remained silent.

After pondering for a long time, the White Dragon King raised her jade hand, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy flowed from her palm, completely enveloping the huge old snake skins piled up like mountains to the side.

Although the snakeskin was covered with marks from being burned by lightning, it was the remains of a demon king.

A spiritual light spread across the snakeskin, strands of light wandering through its texture, smoothing out wrinkles and washing away stains.

During the refining process, the snakeskin shrank round and round, eventually transforming into a piece of silk with cloud-like patterns.

The scorch marks on the snakeskin, burned by the purple lightning, did not disappear; instead, they transformed into fine, cloud-like patterns during the refining and shaping process.

Indistinctly...

These intricate cloud patterns form a purple-gold dragon coiled above the white robe.

The purple-gold dragon shimmered with spiritual light, exuding an aura of majesty, perfectly complementing the elegant white python robe of its design.

The python robe floated gracefully to Lu Chengjun's front, then wrapped around him, fitting snugly and perfectly in size.

As his robes draped down, his tall and elegant figure was accentuated, adding a touch of domineering charm to his brows.

Having done all this, the White Dragon King suddenly swayed and transformed once again into a colossal dragon that blotted out the sky.

She soared into the sky on clouds, which were no longer dark green poisonous clouds, but white auspicious clouds.

Lifted up by auspicious clouds, it soared straight up and disappeared into the vast sky in a moment.

Lu Chengjun, dressed in a python robe, stood still, watching alone as the auspicious cloud disappeared into the direction of the sea.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at the magnificent python robe he was wearing.

Instead of showing any joy, he frowned slightly.

It's so gorgeous...

Elegant and grand, magnificent and dazzling, flamboyant and graceful.

Can he wear clothes like that?

Of course not!

Lu Chengjun cultivated the appearance of a dragon and horse.

Be reserved and keep a low profile.

One should be like a precious sword returning to its sheath, not revealing its sharpness.

Wearing such a gorgeous python robe and flaunting it in front of people could easily lead to disfigurement.

Once one's appearance is damaged, one's cultivation level will plummet.

Let alone wearing this python robe, even during this period of time as the high priest, when he was always revered, he felt that his cultivation was stagnating.

However, this python robe was formed from the remains of the White Snake Demon King and was personally crafted by the Demon King, making it almost equivalent to a magical artifact.

It is even comparable to the innate magical treasures that appeared during the Investiture of the Gods in the Central Plains. Those innate magical treasures were all made by the Demon King and possessed unparalleled divine abilities.

This python robe must also contain extremely powerful supernatural abilities, waiting to be discovered.

Such a magical artifact must never be discarded.

But I can't wear it...

After much thought, Lu Chengjun quickly came up with an idea.

He quickly arrived at the foot of a large tree and found two kinds of herbs.

Green frost grass, white down moss.

The local people use these two herbs, crushed together, to dye hemp clothing.

Lu Chengjun rubbed the two herbs together with his hands and crushed them on the spot.

He quickly mixed a blue dye in his palm, then smeared the herbal sap onto his python robe.

It peeled off on its own immediately after being applied...

The dye, upon contact with the python robe, was like sand touching smooth glass—it simply could not adhere.

No matter how Lu Chengjun applied it, the thick liquid would quickly slide down the fabric without leaving a trace.

He even thought that his method was wrong, so he picked some herbs, crushed them with stones, made dye, took off his python robe, and soaked it in the dye vat.

But when he pulled the python robe out of the dye vat, it still didn't absorb any color.

This python robe was originally formed from the remains of a demon king. Its texture is wondrous and its spiritual essence is innate. Ordinary plants and dyes are simply not worthy of leaving a trace on it.

"Sigh..." Lu Chengjun sighed and put the python robe back on.

Have some fun...

When the natives return, he will take off the python robe, put it in a box, and carefully hide it, so that he can wear it out to show off when he cultivates the appearance of Pigsy in the future.

Perhaps the treasure possessed a spirit and sensed its master's thoughts. In an instant, the python robe's light shifted, and its originally magnificent and dazzling luster slowly faded, spontaneously transforming into a simple and elegant bluish-gray.

The purple-gold dragon and cloud patterns that were faintly visible on the robe were transformed into inconspicuous dark patterns, hidden among the fabric.

Stripped of its elegance and grandeur, only desolate dust remains.

A dazzling python robe transformed into a blue Taoist robe.

Lu Chengjun raised his hand and gently stroked the fabric, feeling a sense of surprise, but then smiled with relief.

This is, after all, an innate magical artifact, and should possess such spirituality.

At this point, some daring natives had already ventured back.

When they saw Lu Chengjun's figure in the distance, they quickly surrounded him.

"High Priest!"

Lu Chengjun waved his hand dismissively, as he felt uncomfortable with the title.

"Go back and settle in," Lu Chengjun casually instructed, then transformed into a streak of green and vanished from the spot in an instant.

The White Snake Demon King has successfully transformed into a dragon and gone to the vast ocean. Without the Demon King to guard this place, there is no longer any peace.

Before long, the Black Boar Demon King will surely learn of this, and his tribes will inevitably launch a large-scale invasion to seize this territory.

The Black Pig Tribe and the White Snake Tribe have a long-standing feud, and an attack would surely result in their annihilation.

These natives had only one way to survive: to abandon their homes and go to Nanmingwei.

The most urgent task now is to inform the garrison so that they can mobilize manpower to relocate all the White Snake Clan members as soon as possible.

In particular, all the young women had to be moved to Nanmingwei.