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

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In front of the Tongming Hall.

The thicker the celestial clouds, the more the divine light shines like the sea.

Following the Thunder and Battle Divisions, all the gods and even reclusive immortals descended in sequence according to ancient custom.

Three energies of blue, yellow, and white descended, transforming into three magnificent figures adorned with imperial robes and crowns.

These are the Three Officials, who oversee the examination of the three realms of Heaven, Earth, and Water, and bestow blessings, pardon sins, and relieve calamities.

The faces of the three emperors were hidden behind the pearl tassels, but their eyes, when opened and closed, revealed the majesty of examining the merits and demerits of the three realms. Wherever they passed, all the immortals and gods were solemn.

Immediately afterwards, a murderous aura surged from the northern horizon, and three imposing figures arrived together.

Some wore golden armor, some black armor, and some black robes; all were tall and imposing, with fierce and cold expressions.

It was none other than Tianyou, the deputy commander, Heisha, and Yousheng Zhenjun, three of the Four Saints of the North Pole.

The Purple Emperor has not yet arrived, but the Four Saints of the North Pole have gathered together.

With Tianpeng Dazhenjun at the head, the four saints stood side by side, their killing aura intertwined, causing the surrounding void to tremble slightly.

Behind him, the Left and Right Assistants and the Seven Star Lords of the Big Dipper stood solemnly in formation, the handle of the Big Dipper shimmering and subtly pointing in all directions.

The righteous gods of water, fire, plague, and war, each according to their rank, led their subordinates and silently joined their respective ranks.

The Moon Goddess, riding in a chariot of moonlight and surrounded by numerous female immortals and goddesses, quietly descended amidst the gentle glow of the moon.

At this point, all of the eleven star lords, except for the four hidden star lords who had been killed and whose divine positions were vacant, and the Sun Emperor, had arrived.

The Moon, and the five planets (Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn) are all present, but the Sun, the most yang and prominent planet, is missing.

The Five Qi True Lords, the Five Sacred Mountains Emperors, the Eight Extremes Gods, the Twelve Divine Beasts... more and more figures of immortals and gods filled the vast square in front of the Tongming Hall.

Auspicious light and celestial energy soared into the sky, illuminating the Thirty-Three Heavens in a brilliant display, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Following the officials of the celestial departments and the constellations, several other distinguished guests who rarely attend court assemblies arrived one after another.

This grand imperial court assembly was no ordinary event.

In the Water Realm Underworld, all those whose names are recorded and whose rank is sufficient must be present, while overseas immortals who have received the talisman may also observe.

The shadows of four true dragons broke through the sea of ​​clouds, transforming into four elderly men with dragon heads wearing crowns and dragon robes.

It was none other than the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas.

They arrived together, their faces all looking solemn, especially Donghai Ao Guang, whose brows furrowed with the deepest worry.

The Weak Water originated in the East China Sea. Although it has receded, its lingering effects remain, causing immense suffering and the decline of marine life.

He felt immense pressure during his court appearance.

Almost simultaneously, ten figures dressed in black robes, with faces that were either majestic, solemn, or compassionate, quietly arrived; they were the Ten Kings of Hell.

The calamity of the Weak Water affected both Yin and Yang, causing countless deaths and injuries, and shaking the underworld. They also needed to report to the Heavenly Court to explain the impact of the disaster.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious crane cry rang out, and auspicious clouds appeared from the east.

Standing on the clouds were a dozen or so old immortals with serene auras and natural Daoist charm, some riding deer and others riding phoenixes.

It was the arrival of the Three Stars of Penglai, the Nine Elders of Yingzhou, the Immortal Elder of Fangzhang, and the island lords and continent lords of the ten continents, including Zuzhou and Xuanzhou.

They are the patriarch and leader of the wandering immortals of the three islands and ten continents overseas. Although they are not part of the official Heavenly Court, they are still enlightened immortals who have been invited to attend the ceremony.

Chen Jiao stood silently before the Thunder Department, taking in all of this.

His gaze then swept over several figures whose auras were particularly ancient and profound.

The Eastern Chongen Holy Emperor, the Central Zhongji Huangjiao Great Immortal, and the Northern Beiji Xuanling are the Five Elders of the Five Directions, holding a revered position second only to the Three Pure Ones and the Four Emperors.

Apart from the two Buddhist figures, the Western Buddha and the Guanyin of the South Sea, the Five Elders of the Five Directions are almost all present.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha..."

The chanting of Buddhist hymns, faint and ethereal, drifted from the western horizon.

Then came the Venerable Ananda and Kasyapa, draped in robes, holding scriptures in their hands, and standing on golden lotuses, representing the Buddha of the Western Paradise.

The two venerable ones, with solemn and dignified appearances, joined their palms in reverence to the gods and immortals, then stood quietly to one side, their eyes fixed on their noses, their noses on their hearts, and said no more.

Before the chanting of Buddhist prayers had ceased, auspicious clouds appeared again in the south, and a strange fragrance filled the air.

A white-robed Bodhisattva sits serenely on a lotus throne, with a dignified and compassionate countenance. He holds a pure vase in his jade hand, stands barefoot on the lotus throne, and is surrounded by boundless pure light.

It was Guanyin Bodhisattva of the South China Sea.

Beside the Bodhisattva stood Huian Xingzhe Mucha, holding a solid iron staff, his expression respectful.

At the highest point of the sky, a sudden burst of light shone forth.

The dazzling divine light instantly dyed half the sky red, and coated the robes and crowns of the many immortals and gods in front of the Tongming Hall with a dazzling golden edge.

A scorching wave of heat rolled in, and even though everyone present was an immortal, a saint, or a god, many of those with less cultivation felt a slight difficulty breathing and their magical power was sluggish.

Nine fiery dragons, their bodies entirely crimson gold, pulled a magnificent crimson gold divine chariot, which swept across the sky and arrived with a thunderous roar.

Wherever the imperial carriage passed, the void distorted and heat waves surged into the sky; its power and majesty were unparalleled for a time.

It was none other than the Sun Emperor.

The imperial carriage remained suspended, the beaded curtain still drawn.

The Sun Emperor sat regally within, his crown adorned with tassels and pearls, his crimson-gold robe embroidered with the image of the golden sun shining brightly.

Two beams of light, emanating from the carriage, swept across the entire area like tangible flames.

The gaze finally settled on the figure in black robes at the very front of the Thunder Division's formation.

The anger contained within was undisguised, as if he wanted to burn Chen Jiao and the Thunder Department generals behind him to ashes.

Chen Jiao stood still, his expression unwavering, not even twitching his eyebrows.

He slowly raised his eyes, and a clear and austere Daoist aura naturally flowed around him, repelling the invisible, scorching pressure three feet away.

Although neither of them uttered a word, the instantaneous exchange of their gazes and the clash of their auras nearly caused sparks to fly from the already tense atmosphere in front of the Tongming Hall.

The Sun Emperor did not retaliate, but the crimson flames around the divine chariot suddenly leaped several feet higher, demonstrating the turmoil in their master's heart.

He snorted coldly, and the divine chariot slowly moved, landing at the very front of the Doubu formation, the head of all the luminaries, alongside the Great True Lord Tianpeng.

The Great True Lord Tianpeng remained calm and nodded slightly to the Sun Emperor, acknowledging their greeting, without offering any further comment.

All the star officials of the Dipper constellation bowed in respect. The other star lords among the eleven luminaries had different expressions; the Moon Goddess had a cold gaze and remained silent.

The Sun Emperor had just landed, and before the atmosphere in the arena, which had become increasingly tense because of his arrival, could even begin to ease.

High in the sky, suddenly a celestial light stretched for thirty thousand miles, auspicious clouds spread out, and heavenly sounds drifted in the air.

A chilling aura of killing intent soared into the sky, and the faint sound of metal clashing could be heard, as if thousands of heavenly soldiers were waging war and countless phantoms of weapons flickered in the clouds.

A platinum imperial chariot adorned with weapons and mythical beasts such as the White Tiger, the Black Spear, the Yue (axe), and the Halberd broke through the clouds.

The face of the emperor was shrouded in a hazy divine light, making it difficult to discern. All that could be seen was that he wore a white-gold imperial robe, embroidered with the stars of the heavens and the image of all gods guarding him.

Its aura was incomparably fierce, as if all the energy of conquest, war, and battle formations in the world originated from it.

He is none other than the Four Emperors, the Great Emperor Gouchen of the Western Pole, who commands all gods, governs the three realms of heaven, earth, and humanity, and is in charge of warfare and killing!

The other light was clear and bright, full of vitality, yet it also contained the hidden meaning of birth and death.

A middle-aged Daoist master, dressed in a blue Daoist robe and wearing a precious crown, with a gentle face but also exuding supreme majesty, arrived riding on a nine-colored divine light.

Its aura is as vast as the sea, possessing both the boundless vitality to nourish all living beings and the supreme authority to command thunder, as if it were as old as heaven and earth and as harmonious with all things.

He is one of the Four Emperors, who governs all spirits and holds the power over lifespan, fortune, and misfortune. He is also known as the Jade Purity True King!

It is the ancestor of all the thunder gods of the heavens, and the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation of Thunder Sound in the Nine Heavens is its manifestation in the Thunder Department!

"Greetings to His Majesty Gouchen! Greetings to His Majesty Changsheng!"

In front of the Tongming Hall.

Of the myriad immortals and gods, except for a few of extraordinary status, such as the Five Elders of the Five Directions, the rest all bowed in respect.

The gods of the Thunder Department, including several Thunder Emperors and Thunder Kings, also respectfully bowed in the direction of the Emperor of Longevity.

Chen Jiao, along with the gods of the Thunder Department, solemnly bowed in the direction of the Antarctic Longevity Emperor.

As for Emperor Gouchen... he merely bowed slightly in accordance with etiquette, his expression calm.

Emperor Gouchen's gaze swept across the entire scene indifferently, lingering on Chen Jiao for a moment. His eyes showed no joy or anger, only the coldness of scrutinizing all things, before he looked away.

He did not speak, but nodded slightly to the Antarctic Longevity Emperor before returning to their respective positions as the Four Emperors.

The Antarctic Longevity Emperor's gaze was much gentler as it swept over the gods of the Thunder Department.

He paused for a moment, especially on Chen Jiao, a hint of approval in his eyes, before returning to his composure.