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

Although Chen Jiao disliked the Ming King's domineering behavior and his use of compassion as a pretext for coercion.

However, since their actions did not harm any of the island's inhabitants, it was not appropriate to kill them immediately.

Why not go with the flow and let them carry out this "convenience" to the fullest extent?

Upon hearing this, the three eyes of the Third King of the Nyingma clan all sharpened.

The tribulation lightning was formed from the pivot of heaven and earth. Even its residual energy contained the might of heaven. Forcibly purging it would not only consume magical power but also damage the foundation of the golden body.

He had previously used the mountain as a seal and smashed it into it, which was a clever trick; but to cleanse it completely would be difficult.

Even the slightest mistake could result in damage to his golden body, which would be the least of his worries. How could he possibly agree to that?

This True Lord holds the position of Grand Commander of Divine Thunder, in charge of the transformation of the Five Thunders, and is difficult to harm even by tribulation lightning, yet he comes to order him around; he is truly not a human being!

The King of the Three Worlds was furious and could only decline, saying, "This humble monk still has important matters to attend to in subduing demons, I'm afraid it's difficult..."

Before he could finish his excuse, the thunder halberd in front of his chest suddenly twisted, turning from a thrust into a strike, and came crashing down with immense power!

"Buzz!"

The enormous golden light seemed to be struck by a divine mountain.

The hundreds-of-foot-tall Mingwang statue was actually knocked off the ground by this halberd and crashed into the remaining purple and blue tribulation lightning of Jianmu Palace!

Chen Jiao sheathed his halberd, his expression cold.

Who is here to discuss this with you?

"Boom!"

The Third King of the Three Worlds was blasted into the blue lightning by that halberd, which immediately aroused the remaining lightning energy, causing it to explode like oil being poured on fire!

Thousands of purple lightning and blue thunder intertwined and entangled, engulfing the enormous golden statue.

Mingwang cursed the True Lord in his heart, saying he was truly hateful, acting tyrannically and without any room for maneuver, but he could only restrain himself and do his best to resist.

At that moment, three sides chanted the Sanskrit chants in unison, and eight arms danced rapidly, forming multiple layers of Buddhist mudras.

Then, golden light shone brightly from his body, transforming into a solid Vajra Glazed Treasure Canopy, firmly protecting him within it, and forcefully resisting the tribulation lightning.

Even with his indestructible golden body and profound Buddhist teachings, the King of the Three Worlds felt as if he were carrying a mountain in the aftereffects of the tribulation lightning, which was specifically created to test the ancient grotto heavens.

After a brief stalemate, the lightning gradually thinned out and eventually dissipated.

When the golden, radiant image of the Vidyaraja reappeared, its radiance had dimmed considerably.

The three faces, which were originally glaring and baring their fangs in anger, now seemed to contain endless sorrow and suffering, as if bearing the weight of endless karma.

He lowered his eyes, slowly brought his eight arms together in front of his chest, and with a muffled voice, slowly proclaimed:

"Amitabha Buddha... If I don't go to hell, who will?"

Before the echoes of the Buddha's name had faded, the enormous golden body had already transformed into specks of flowing gold, which scattered with the wind into the sea and sky, disappearing in an instant.

Meanwhile, the countless cultivators watching from the clouds and the sea finally came to their senses after the lightning-fast exchange.

Seeing that the troublesome Buddhist deity had retreated, and the remaining energy of the tribulation lightning had been completely dissipated by his golden body.

Now is the perfect opportunity to enter this ancient grotto.

"The tribulation lightning has dissipated!"

"The door is open, the opportunity lies ahead!"

"Thank you, True Lord!"

It's unclear who first shouted, but soon a chorus of echoes arose, though not all of them were sincere, there was certainly some sense of gratitude.

No one hesitated at that moment.

Streaks of light, sword rainbows, and demonic winds rose from all directions, swarming like carp crossing a river.

Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, they rushed towards the gates of the Jianmu Palace, where the green mist lingered and the palace buildings were faintly visible.

The sound of rushing air was incessant, and in an instant, the space between the sea and the sky was filled with countless dazzling trails of light, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Master Ziyang stroked his beard and sighed, "The True Lord's thunderous methods have cleansed the demonic aura. (Chapter 389: Who consulted with you? The golden body transforms into tribulation lightning. The latest chapters are available here.) It also opens a door of convenience."

Those who enter here seeking their destiny, regardless of what they gain, must remember this small token of friendship.

Chen Jiao remained unmoved, and simply said:

"Opportunities are determined by fate, and everyone relies on their own methods. What I have done is merely to fulfill my duty of patrolling and to act in accordance with the principles of Heaven."

Having said that, he took a step forward, transforming into a streak of blazing white lightning, arriving first despite being behind.

It swept past the sky full of light and disappeared straight into the depths of the boundless green mist.

Master Ziyang looked at the True Lord's back, stroked his beard and smiled, shook his head and sighed, and also rode on auspicious clouds to follow closely behind.

In the distance, the Roc Demon King, the Lion Camel King, the Macaque King, and other great demons also displayed their supernatural powers and tricks, not wanting to be outdone, and all joined in, hoping to find some good fortune.

As the clamor between the sea and the sky gradually subsided, and all the cultivators disappeared, only the Jianmu tree remained, reaching to the sky, with azure energy flowing through it.

From the depths of the clouds high above, three figures silently appeared.

They were all shrouded in a thick, dark, demonic aura that rolled and churned, obscuring the sky and the sun. Their auras were obscure and deep, their forms indistinct, and their eyes seemed to open and close with a terrifying light.

They were all ancient immortals and demon saints!

The demon in the center had the hoarseest and deepest voice. He said:

"The Jianmu Palace has finally been born. I've been waiting for so long."

A demon on the right chimed in, his voice tinged with hesitation:

"You all witnessed the methods used by the True Lord of the Heavenly Court just now."

His blazing divine thunder is specifically designed to subdue evil spirits, slaying celestial immortals as easily as weeds, and destroying true immortals is no difficult task.

"With just the three of us, I'm afraid it will be difficult. With him in this Jianmu Palace, achieving anything will be fraught with obstacles."

Upon hearing this, the demon on the left let out a short, low laugh, a flash of light seemingly appearing within its demonic aura, and said:

"Don't worry too much. Have you forgotten that this Jianmu Palace is the Daoist temple of the Azure Emperor? How did the Azure Emperor disappear in the past?"

Within this Jianmu Palace, lurking dangers and peril at every turn, it is no easy place to be trifled with.

not to mention……"

His tone turned somber, carrying a chilling undertone, as he continued:

"Before leaving, my lord bestowed upon me an item of unfathomable power, which is perfect for entertaining this extraordinary Lord Jingfa."

Upon hearing this, the other two demons stirred slightly, seemingly pleased.

The demon in the center slowly said:

"Very well. In that case, let us proceed according to plan. After entering the palace, we will act according to the circumstances."

The three demonic energies suddenly receded, silently disappearing into the still-swirling green gate of the Jianmu Palace below, vanishing in an instant.

Between the sea and the sky, only that ancient tree that reaches for the sky stands quietly, surrounded by flowing blue mist.

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As Chen Jiao traversed the boundless blue mist, he felt a lightness all over his body. Before his eyes, light and shadow flowed, and the void rippled, revealing a completely different world.

With feet firmly planted on the ground, one can see an endless expanse of azure waves, vast as the sea, without a ripple, reflecting the wondrous scenery of the high heavens.

Above the sky, a bright sun hangs high, its gentle light casting a clear glow across the heavens and earth.

Even more remarkably, under the bright sunshine, countless stars were clearly visible, shining alongside the sun.

Day and night are the same, and the scenery is mysterious and unpredictable.

In the center of the azure waves, a towering ancient tree, its height immeasurable, stands rooted between water and sky.

Its branches, like writhing dragons, stretch across the azure sky, and its leaves, like jade, exhale an indescribable ancient vitality.

Many of the mystical cultivators, spirits, immortal cultivators, and demons who had entered earlier were now standing there, stunned, amidst the blue sky and green waves.

Speechless for a moment, they all raised their heads and looked around in unison.

The clamor subsided, leaving only the eternal tranquility of this ancient world and the boundless Daoist aura belonging to the ancient Azure Emperor that pervaded everything.