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

Dark clouds gathered over the East China Sea, and the wind howled and the waves roared.

The turbid waves were still in mid-air, and before they could crash down, a fierce roar that could shatter gold and split rocks suddenly rose from the sea!

The waves crashed open with a deafening roar, and the golden-winged roc soared forth, its wings sweeping up a thousand acres of azure water.

Its feathers stood on end, its fierce eyes burned with fire, and it locked its gaze on the blazing white lightning bolt, shouting sharply:

"Who dares to... such a petty and despicable person..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Within the clouds, a halberd, formed entirely from blazing white lightning and seemingly boundless in size, fell silently and suddenly!

"boom!"

The thunder halberd struck the roc's back.

The golden light dissipated, and feathers flew everywhere.

The roc's fierce roar abruptly ceased, its enormous demonic body collapsing as if struck by a mountain.

It was once again violently plunged into the raging waves, stirring up towering columns of water that disappeared beneath the deep blue waters.

All that remained was a terrifying vortex that was rapidly expanding on the sea surface, and the remnants of electric snakes fleeing in all directions.

Those on Cloud Island who witnessed this scene remained silent.

Thunder roared across the sky once more, rolling like a surging tide.

The blazing lightning suddenly subsided, the thousands of electric snakes converging and then solidifying into a halberd, which was firmly grasped by a slender and powerful hand.

The lightning completely dissipated, revealing the true face of the person wielding the halberd.

What a magnificent figure this True Lord in his black cloak! He truly possesses the bearing of an immortal, a divine presence unlike any ordinary being. And so, one sees him:

A golden crown gleams in the sunlight, a jade belt hangs from her waist, adding to her auspicious aura. She treads on cloud-patterned boots, ascending through colorful mist, a jade pendant at her waist ringing with a clear sound.

His dark cloak shimmered with three lights, and his steps followed the deep clouds of the nine heavens. His chest held the imprint of eternal thunder, and his hands wielded the Zhou Tian method of execution.

He once went to the Peach Banquet to add to his longevity register, and today he quells the demonic influence in the East Sea. The illustrious and righteous Lord of the Dharma, his illustrious name is known throughout the four seas.

He was indeed a high-ranking guest of the Xuanmen sect, a minister in the Jade Palace and Golden Hall.

It was none other than the Radiant Heavenly Pacifying Law True Lord, Chen Jiao.

He stood in mid-air, his black cloak fluttering, and his aura was not intimidating. Yet, his very presence was the pivot of the Heavenly Punishment Law.

Many immortal cultivators and true masters from the lower realms, regardless of their previous thoughts,

Upon seeing the Dharma image of True Lord Jingfa in person, none dared to be negligent, and they all bowed deeply, showing the utmost respect.

"Greetings to the True Lord Huangtian Jingfa."

Holding his thunder halberd, Chen Jiao looked down at the churning sea below, bowed slightly to the crowd, and said nothing more.

With a swift movement, it transformed into a streak of blazing white lightning and plummeted into the sea.

Meanwhile, the roc was floating in the sea, suffering a series of blows. He was first knocked down by a punch, and then took a hit from a thunder halberd.

Even with his strong physique, he felt his soul shaken, his muscles and bones aching and about to break, and he lost 30-40% of his supernatural powers.

He was both shocked and furious, thinking to himself that if he hadn't been born with extraordinary abilities and a solid foundation, those two attacks would have been enough to shake his foundation.

Despite suffering repeated blows, Dapeng's ferocity remained undiminished, but he knew that if he were to confront the enemy head-on in his true form again, he would likely suffer a great loss.

With his magical power activated, his body rapidly contracted and changed shape in the dark seawater.

It transformed into the true form of a demon king, clad in golden armor, with wings on its back, eyes like cold lightning, and a face covered with a ferocious bird's beak.

Although not as large as its original form, its baleful aura was more refined, and the sharp metal energy around it cut through the water, producing a hissing sound.

What a ferocious Roc Demon! But look:

Golden armor gleamed coldly in the sun, iron feathers gleamed like swords and spears. Eyes flashed like bright lamps, and mouths held long, blood-red fangs.

Its steel claws, bent like sharp blades, exude a murderous aura that shakes all directions. They have stirred up the netherworld and startled ghosts, and also manipulated wind and clouds to disrupt the heavens.

The wild nature of the wandering immortal remains, and the sacred mountain cannot contain his old madness.

With a flap of its wings, the roc parted the waters, bursting forth from the seabed like a golden bolt of lightning.

As soon as he appeared, he created a towering waterspout and burst out of the sea.

Dapeng, wielding his halberd, pointed it at Chen Jiao and roared:

"Where did this 'Mao Shen' come from? If he only read one fantasy novel in his entire life, it would probably be 'Journey to the West: Starting with the True Lord Jingfa.' How dare he repeatedly launch sneak attacks and ruin my plans!"

Chen Jiao hovered in mid-air, lowered his eyes, and said:

"You wicked beast, today I will teach you what justice is."

Upon hearing Chen Jiao's words, Dapeng was so angry that he laughed instead. His golden armor shone with a fierce light, and the dark clouds above his head churned with his malevolent aura.

It didn't answer again, but let out a sharp whistle and swung its dark, heavy halberd in a wide arc.

He unleashed the sharp Geng metal energy within his body, transforming it into a streak of dark gold light that tore through the void, sweeping horizontally towards Chen Jiao's waist!

Where the halberd wind passed, the sea surged backward and the clouds parted in two, truly displaying overwhelming ferocity.

Halberd against halberd, lightning against golden light.

"clang!!"

A loud bang erupted.

The sea surface below was forcibly pressed into a huge crater tens of miles in diameter, and the seabed reefs... Fish and shrimp were reduced to dust.

The dark clouds above were completely torn apart, revealing a vast expanse of clear blue sky. Sunlight pierced through the gaps in the clouds and fell upon the churning, chaotic waves below.

Chen Jiao shook the roc away with his halberd, and then the thunder halberd, carrying blazing white lightning, slashed down on its head!

Its speed was as fast as lightning itself; its force was as heavy as if it could split open the vast sea.

Da Peng's heart skipped a beat, and he dared not be careless, quickly raising his halberd to parry.

"clang!"

Another resounding, metallic explosion pierced the clouds and shattered rocks!

The air currents spread out, pressing the surrounding seawater into a huge ring-shaped depression.

Dapeng suddenly felt his arms sink as if supporting a mountain!

Then, a tremendous force mixed with domineering lightning surged into the halberd.

The shock made his arm bones crack, his tiger's mouth split open, and demonic blood splattered.

The dark clouds beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, and his body involuntarily plummeted several feet downwards before he barely managed to regain his balance.

The Golden-Winged Roc, despite its naturally fierce nature and powerful physique, felt its bones weaken and its muscles go numb after being struck. Its blood and qi surged in its chest and abdomen, and its metal energy even showed signs of dissipation.

It was both shocked and furious. Since its birth, it had never suffered such a loss.

However, Chen Jiao did not show any pride on his face after successfully striking with his halberd; his eyes remained calm.

He knew that this scoundrel was extraordinary, with a ferocity ingrained in his very bones, and was by no means easily subdued.

Therefore, before the roc could catch its breath, the thunder halberd in its hand was raised again.

"boom!"

The sky suddenly darkened, then blazed brightly again!

The celestial clouds, guided by its own energy, spontaneously evolve into the pivot of thunder.

Thousands of tiny electric snakes emerged, like rivers flowing into the sea, surging and converging on the halberd blade, weaving together into a vast waterfall of thunder that crashed down!

Wherever the lightning struck, the seawater evaporated, white vapor soared into the sky, and everything within a hundred feet turned into a pool of lightning.

Blinding light filled the heavens and earth, and the chilling Daoist aura of slaying evil and destroying demons was like the sky collapsing and the earth overturning.

The giant waves had not yet subsided when they were torn apart and blown apart by the thunder.

Between the sea and the sky, only lightning flashed and roared incessantly.

The cultivators in the clouds had already retreated hundreds of miles away, each using their own methods to protect themselves, their faces filled with horror.

The battle between true immortals has reached this point.

Having caught his breath, Master Ziyang retreated to a distance, using his whisk for protection, and gazed at the two blurry figures in the center of the battlefield with a complex expression.

He considered himself to have profound Taoist magic, but compared to this thunder magic, which was purely designed for conquest and slaughter, and the fighting skills naturally endowed by this ferocious bird,

My own carefree Taoist arts lacked such earth-shattering power.

The Monkey King was perched atop a celestial cloud, swaying precariously in the fierce wind. His golden eyes were wide open, filled with both surprise and admiration. He murmured:

"What fierce lightning magic! What a ruthless Jingfa Zhenjun! Goodness, if I were to get hit by that..."

He weighed the iron rod in his hand and shook his head inwardly.