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

The Cold Crow Corpse Lord couldn't help but chuckle in a low voice: "Going down the river to become a dragon, returning to the sea, thus completing the work of creation, and becoming a true dragon."

Ha... quite the boast.

This old mudfish probably really thinks he can defy fate and transform into a dragon on his own.

Little did they know that this overwhelming karma and countless tribulations were not easily overcome! How arrogant!

The Crow Corpse Lord shook his head, no longer paying attention to the wind, rain, and dragon's roar outside the window.

His gaze returned to the dark red alchemy furnace in the alchemy room, which was steaming with bloody energy, and to the Taoist Luo, whose face was contorted in pain and whose body was trembling slightly in front of the furnace.

The main ingredients are almost here, the alchemy furnace is already hot, and all that's left is for the water to flow into the channel.

Just as the Crow Corpse Lord withdrew his gaze, a mournful and twisted dragon's roar suddenly rang in his ears!

The chant was no longer the authoritative declaration it had been before; instead, it was filled with shock, anger, and pain.

His heart pounded, and he abruptly turned to look in the direction of the Tunlei River.

This had only just begun, its momentum was at its peak, how could it be...?

As the Crow Corpse King looked into the distance, he saw that the leaden clouds in the sky had been torn open with a huge gap, and crimson light spread out like a tide.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, illuminating the vast river below, its turbid waves clearly visible.

A Taoist priest was seen holding a sword, pointing it diagonally at the river, standing on the head and horns of a dark blue dragon that was raising its head and roaring angrily.

No matter how the enormous dragon body thrashed about, stirring up thousands of raging waves and scattering thunder, that figure remained as still as a rock.

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The royal palace of the Women's Kingdom, atop a tall building.

The Queen stood by the railing, dressed in an elegant palace gown, her hair styled in a high bun, adorned only with a single jade hairpin.

Her gaze drifted beyond the palace walls, where the misty mountains were shrouded in increasingly dense rain. A deep sorrow lingered between her brows, like the light mist shrouding distant mountains.

Below the steps, a female official dressed in the robes of the Lingcha Division bowed her head and reported:

"Your Majesty, after the arrival of the two Daoist masters Song Yan and Song An of the Songyue Sword Sect, they have gone to various places to conduct investigations and strengthened the patrols of the capital and several key locations."

However, the disappearances of civilians did not stop, and instead showed signs of spreading to the interior.

Furthermore, the people of the nation are in a state of panic recently, with several villages and towns reporting that unknown demons and monsters are taking advantage of the chaos to attack, plunder, and steal food and property, resulting in more casualties among the people.

The Queen listened quietly, her jade-like hand unconsciously tracing the cool railing.

After a moment, she gave the order in a low voice, a hint of weariness barely perceptible in her tone:

"Order the Lingcha Division and the garrison to increase manpower, appease the people, and strictly investigate rumors."

"Please ask the esteemed disciples of the Songyue Sword Sect to take the trouble to draw upon the national treasury if there are any suitable talismans or elixirs."

"Yes." The female official acknowledged the order and quietly withdrew.

Silence returned to the railing, with only the patter of raindrops.

The Queen stood alone for a long time, then sighed softly, as if a trace of strength had been lost from her straight shoulders and back.

A storm is brewing, but human strength is finite. The safety of this vast country and its millions of citizens rests on our shoulders. The burden is heavy, making it hard to breathe.

As she was deep in thought, she felt a slight tug at the hem of her clothes.

The Queen looked down and saw a little girl, about five or six years old, wearing a pale yellow dress, who had appeared beside her at some point.

Her little face was tilted upwards, and a pair of big, dark eyes were looking at her.

It was the Queen's daughter, Yao Guang.

"Mother..."

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet as she reached out her little hand and gently tugged at the Queen's sleeve.

"You've been standing here for a long time. It's raining, you must be cold."

The Queen's cold and stern expression softened instantly, as if spring ice had melted into water.

She bent down, pulled her daughter's small body closer, and wrapped her daughter's slightly cool little hands in her warm palms.

"Why is Yaoguang here?" she asked softly, her fingertips brushing against her daughter's soft hair.

"I see Mother is unhappy. Set it as your homepage to get the latest updates on works like 'Journey to the West: Starting with Jingfa Zhenjun' every day." Xiao Yaoguang pressed her face against the Queen's waist, her voice muffled.

"Are those bad people bothering you again?"

The Queen felt a slight pang in her heart, and hugged her daughter even tighter. She rested her chin lightly on the top of her daughter's head, gazing at the misty rain outside the railing. Her voice was as soft as a sigh, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.

"It will be alright, Yaoguang, everything will be alright."

The Queen was about to offer a few more words of comfort.

A deep, earth-shaking roar, mixed with the rolling thunder and torrential rain, faintly echoed through the air!

Immediately following was a continuous, booming sound, one wave higher than the next.

It was as if the Milky Way had reversed its course, and the raging waves were crashing against the shore, with even the foundation of the palace beneath one's feet seemingly trembling slightly.

The rain suddenly became even more violent, with raindrops pounding on the glazed tiles, making a crackling sound, almost forming a white curtain of water.

In the sky, thick, dark clouds rolled and churned, their color as dark as ink, with an eerie aura flowing within them, clearly no ordinary rain clouds.

In the intervals between the howling wind and rain, a long, drawn-out whistle, neither dragon nor snake, seemed to pierce through the rain curtain, chillingly audible.

The Queen suddenly looked up, her gaze fixed on the sky.

Deep within the churning demonic clouds, a slender black shadow could be vaguely seen slithering and moving, its scales and claws appearing and disappearing, stirring up the wind and rain.

Her heart sank suddenly.

This is no ordinary celestial phenomenon, much less a coincidence.

"Mother..."

Little Yao Guang in her arms shivered slightly, her little hands gripping the Queen's clothes tightly.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

hurried, disordered footsteps could be heard outside the hall.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The Tunlei River has suddenly swelled and changed its course, breaking through the original river channel and rushing towards our borders!"

The water level reached tens of meters high, causing landslides and destruction of forests along the way!

The water is flowing too fast; I'm afraid...it will reach the city walls within half an hour!

She finished shouting in one breath, almost falling to the ground, panting as she added:

"The worshippers have rushed to the easternmost point, but... but the demons are too numerous, and the river is too raging..."

The Queen abruptly rose and gently pushed Xiao Yaoguang toward the female official standing behind her:

"Take the princess to the secret chamber. She is not to emerge without my order!"

"Mother!" Xiao Yaoguang exclaimed.

"obedient!"

The Queen glanced down at her daughter, a glance that contained too many indescribable emotions.

She immediately turned around, never looking back, her voice regaining its imperial coldness and decisiveness.

"Issue the order: strike the Jingyang Bell, activate all defensive formations within the inner city, and summon all generals and cultivators of the kingdom to the palace immediately!"

Xiao Yaoguang broke free from the female official and clung tightly to the Queen, her slender arms gripping her tightly, offering silent resistance.

The sound of the water grew louder and louder, like ten thousand horses galloping, shaking the beams and pillars of the palace and causing dust to fall.

The roar of the dragon pierced through the rain curtain, carrying a chilling pressure that made one's soul tremble.

Just as the Queen was about to forcibly hand her daughter over to the female official, a streak of crimson light suddenly tore through the thick demonic clouds and rain curtain, traversing across the sky above the Kingdom of Women!

Where the light passed, the churning dark clouds seemed to be wiped away by an invisible giant hand, the torrential rain suddenly stopped, and a sliver of clear sky appeared.

The crimson light moved with incredible speed, without pausing at all, heading straight towards the Thunder-Swallowing River, the direction where the dragon's roar was most violent.

It left a breathtaking crimson trail in the dim world.

next moment.

A clear and resounding sword cry echoed from where the crimson light had vanished, reverberating through the sky and suppressing the rolling river waves and the angry roar of the dragon.

The Queen, holding little Yao Guang, suddenly looked up at the horizon where the crimson light had disappeared, her expression one of surprise and doubt.

Little Yao Guang in her arms quietly turned her little face to look at the sky that was being stirred by the red light.