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

Jianmu Cave Heaven.

The sky was clear and blue, and the waves were vast and blue.

A bright sun hangs in the mid-sky, its radiance as warm and lustrous as ancient jade, appearing alongside the stars in the heavens, reflecting each other and casting a gentle glow.

The sun, moon, and stars shine together, a natural and wondrous display of Taoist wisdom.

Chen Jiao stood still in the void, feeling the world filled with pure Jia and Yi wood element essence. With each breath, his spirit and soul were refreshed.

The thunderous energy around his body also flowed spontaneously, subtly creating a harmonious relationship. He couldn't help but secretly admire that this place was indeed the place where the ancestral energy of the wood element resided.

The cultivators from all directions who entered together were initially stunned by the wondrous sight of this cave, and after a moment of bewilderment, they gradually came to their senses.

Their divine senses swept over the boundless blue waves below, and they were all startled.

This is no ordinary water. It is clearly a concentrated and pure essence of wood element.

When placed in the outside world, it is a top-grade Five Elements Spiritual Liquid. A single drop can serve as a superior auxiliary material for alchemy and weapon crafting, and it is of unparalleled benefit to cultivators with a wood-based Dao foundation.

Here, the spiritual liquid had gathered into a vast ocean. Divine senses probed it, but its depth and breadth were unfathomable, seemingly endless.

Exclamations of amazement arose from all sides, all marveling at the incredible creative power of this ancient being.

Many cultivators with lesser cultivation, seeing such an opportunity so readily available, immediately descended and used their various methods to seize it.

They took out jade bottles or displayed magical implements, hurriedly collecting the spiritual liquid, their faces beaming with joy.

Those with profound Taoist cultivation, such as Chen Jiao and Master Ziyang, paid little attention to this, their eyes fixed firmly on the Jianmu tree in the center.

To them, the sea of ​​spiritual liquid, though precious, was merely an embellishment on the outskirts of the grotto-heaven; the true fortune lay within the palace.

Without further hesitation, they transformed into streaks of light, breaking through the spiritual energy and rushing straight towards the main trunk of the Jianmu tree.

The Roc Demon King possessed incredible speed; with a flap of his wings, he covered a thousand miles in an instant, passing by everyone in a flash.

The towering Jianmu tree rapidly magnified before his eyes. The Peng Demon King looked up and saw its gnarled branches shrouded in swirling clouds...

Hidden within is a majestic and ancient blue palace, seamlessly integrated with the giant trees. The palace walls resemble jade, and the eaves are like birds spreading their wings.

Among the branches surrounding the palace, there are lifelike jade carvings of mythical beasts crouching, their forms ancient and their names difficult to discern.

A towering, lapis lazuli palace gate, hundreds of feet high, stands quietly in front of the palace complex. Ancient patterns are faintly visible on the gate, and a Taoist aura flows around it, captivating all who behold it.

Each of the left and right door panels features a relief carving. The left panel depicts a divine phoenix perched on a branch, its neck outstretched in a long cry.

On the right is a real dragon hidden beneath the blue waves, its scales and claws barely visible, its aura vast and boundless.

A burning desire flashed in Peng Demon King's eyes. He had previously been dismissive of the name of True Monarch Jingfa.

But seeing that the roc was almost killed on the spot, he realized the true lord's methods.

This time, I am looking for an opportunity in this ancient cave to improve my cultivation, lest I end up like the roc in the future.

Peng Demon King calmed himself, let out a long cry, and increased his speed even further.

Transforming into a golden thread, it would be the first to rush into the azure-gold palace gate, seizing the initiative.

Behind them, Master Ziyang, the Monkey King, and others frowned slightly as they saw that he was about to win the first place. They each urged their magic power, and their escape speed increased by three points.

Chen Jiao, however, did not rush to take the lead, but followed behind the others at a leisurely pace.

As he walked forward, he quietly spread out his divine sense, carefully sensing the flow of energy around the palace and the hidden patterns in the void.

Based on his past experience of venturing into the ruins of many ancient immortals, he knew that the main gate of such an ancient powerful being's dojo would never be unprepared, allowing anyone to enter unimpeded.

There must be a hidden arrangement in front of the door.

as predicted.

Then the golden rainbow that the Roc Demon King had transformed into crashed into the hundred-foot-tall palace gate!

"Thump!"

A deep, resonant sound, seemingly capable of piercing through the ages, suddenly echoed from the palace gates.

In an instant, it swept across ten thousand miles of blue waves and azure sky, shaking the many cultivators following closely behind, causing their bodies to become unsteady and their blood and qi to churn.

The Roc Demon King's momentum came to an abrupt halt, as he was forcefully blocked at the door by the backlash. His expression changed, clearly indicating that he had suffered a silent loss.

As he was still seething with anger, the crowd behind him gradually arrived at the palace gates, only to find that the Roc Demon King was being obstructed.

They were all secretly alarmed, knowing that the restrictions on this door were no ordinary thing and could not be broken by brute force.

Later, when the Demon King saw that the Peng Demon King had been humiliated, he couldn't help but sneer:

"So what if it's high-speed? It still means we'll just have to stare at each other helplessly."

Peng Demon King's eyes turned cold, and he was about to lash out when he suddenly saw the relief sculpture on the hundred-foot-tall azure-gold palace gate suddenly emit azure light!

The azure phoenix and the dragon on the door seemed to come alive, their eyes gleaming, as if they wanted to break through the door!

"Hey!"

A clear, resonant cry pierced the clouds, coming without warning from the branches and leaves of the Jianmu tree high above everyone's heads.

"hold head high!"

Almost simultaneously, a deep and resonant dragon's roar echoed from the depths of the vast and boundless blue waves below, causing the water to surge and churn.

While everyone was still in shock and doubt, Chen Jiao's eyes narrowed, and he silently drifted back a hundred feet, creating distance.

The remaining cultivators, noticing the Heavenly Court True Lord's actions, were all startled, and felt strange movements coming from above and below them.

They sensed something was wrong, their faces instantly turning grim, and they all tried to scatter in all directions.

"Retreat immediately!"

"call!"

But it was too late.

A fierce gale suddenly descended from the heavens, its force so great that it caused everyone to momentarily freeze in place.

Looking up, one could see a colossal green shadow swooping down from the branches and leaves of the towering, insurmountable Jianmu tree.

Its wings, like clouds hanging from the sky, obscured the clear sunlight and cast large shadows.

It turned out to be a magnificent and extraordinary blue phoenix.

Its feathers shimmered with a bluish-gold luster, its eyes were like cold stars, and its body was surrounded by pure wood-based spiritual energy, with specks of blue flames leaping and flowing among its feathers.

The Azure Phoenix flapped its wings, its descent becoming even more rapid. With each flap of its wings, countless azure flames, like a sudden storm, descended upon the void in front of the palace gate!

The howling wind swept in, locking the cultivators in all directions, and they met the towering blue flames head-on.

Aside from Chen Jiao and some cultivators whose cultivation was still shallow and who were far behind,

At this moment, all the immortal cultivators and demons gathered in front of the palace gate were enveloped in this rain of blue flames.

The group of old demons cursed inwardly that the Heavenly Court True Lord was truly inhuman.

However, the situation was critical, and there was no time to spare. They had no choice but to use their supernatural abilities, either by summoning magical treasures or channeling profound internal energy, to protect themselves.

Eager to escape into the azure waves below, hoping to temporarily avoid the raging blue flames by using the water's current.

Unexpectedly, the blue waves below suddenly boiled up following the earlier desolate roar.

Then one could see fish and dragons leaping and soaring, pythons churning the waves, and water surging to the sky. Moreover, a blue dragon raised its head and roared from the bottom of the water, breaking through the waves!

The dragon's body writhed, stirring up vast waves. When it opened its mouth, streaks of azure lightning wove into a net, sweeping across the sea and sealing off everyone's escape route downwards.

Above, azure flames blazed to the heavens; below, azure thunder roared across the sea. The two forces attacked from both sides, their killing intent chilling, turning the area before the gates of the Jianmu Palace into a desolate wasteland.