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

Upon seeing this, Zhu Lie was secretly delighted, thinking that there was a way.

It seems that my old Zhu's water method is still the most suitable.

His smug expression deepened, and before he could continue to infuse his magic power—

The dark scales on the surface of the fixed wave ruler began to shimmer with a hazy, dark light.

Then the dark light suddenly intensified, and an even more powerful repulsive force erupted.

Zhu Lie cried out "Ouch!" as he felt a vast amount of water elemental power ripple out from the ruler, instantly blasting him away.

He stumbled and staggered back several steps, almost falling flat on his backside on the cloud.

The playful expression on his face froze instantly, turning into one of astonishment and embarrassment.

Upon seeing this, the Barefoot Immortal shook his head and sighed softly, taking the wave-fixing ruler with both hands, his face showing worry.

The waters are raging, and the precious ruler is right in front of me, yet I cannot use it to my fullest extent; it is so frustrating!

Its body is mysterious, with water patterns within, yet its spirit is unruly, repeatedly rejecting the magical powers of the two immortals, showing a rather stubborn attitude.

A sliver of cloud light appeared not far away.

A streak of light, azure blue, gracefully descended from the sea below and settled on the clouds.

A beautiful dragon girl dressed in palace attire appeared; she was none other than Ao Ying, the daughter of Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East Sea.

She first bowed gracefully to her father, the Barefoot Immortal, Zhu Lie, and others, showing perfect manners.

Then his gaze turned to the black-robed True Lord standing at the head of the Azure Dragon, his eyes flashing slightly.

The True Lord stood with his hands behind his back between the dragon's horns, controlling the golden pillar with one hand, his black robe remaining perfectly still amidst the fierce winds of the nine heavens.

The dragon body of his father, which was powerful enough to overturn the seas, now supported him like a docile mount.

This sight sent a shiver down her spine for no apparent reason.

She gazed at her father's dragon neck, which was bowed at the feet of the True Lord, and a burning, delusional thought quietly rose within her.

A mix of emotions swept through Ao Ying's heart, lingering for a long time.

The barefoot immortal, who had been anxious, calmed down a little and raised his hand slightly to indicate that she didn't need to be so polite.

Zhu Lie was rubbing his chest when he saw this, so he could only awkwardly cup his hands in return, but his face still showed a hint of sullenness.

The azure dragon that Ao Guang had transformed into moved its eyes slightly. Seeing Ao Ying arrive at this moment, it couldn't help but ask in a telepathic voice:

"Ying'er, instead of calming the aquatic creatures down below, what brings you here?"

Ao Ying suppressed the distracting thoughts in her mind, glanced at the wave-fixing ruler, then quickly lowered her eyelids, her voice clear and melodious:

"Father, two immortals."

Just now, I saw from below that this wave-fixing ruler seemed to possess a spiritual connection, and was extraordinary.

Suddenly, I remembered a fellow demon cultivator, Xuan Ling.

She paused slightly, as if considering her words:

"Although this Fellow Daoist Xuanling is a demon cultivator, I have personally witnessed the purity of his water magic."

The Weak Water has recently begun to rise, and its momentum is unstoppable.

He once borrowed the water element to transform into a sword, and the power of a single strike halted the surging flow of the Weak Water for several breaths, giving countless aquatic creatures a glimmer of hope for survival.

At this point, Ao Ying slightly raised her eyes, her gaze earnest:

"Since this ruler is an ancient treasure of the water element, its choice of owner may not depend entirely on the depth of one's cultivation, but rather on whether one's understanding of the water element aligns with its nature."

Fellow Daoist Xuanling, perhaps... there's a glimmer of opportunity you could try in the art of water magic?

Upon hearing this, the barefoot immortal paused slightly in his fanning hand, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Zhu Lie curled his lip, seemingly disapproving of letting a wild mountain demon cultivator from the lower realm try to control such a powerful treasure.

"Cough cough..."

He cleared his throat, finally unable to hold back, and spoke in a muffled voice, his tone tinged with doubt:

Princess Ao Ying, do you really mean this?

It's not that I don't trust you, Old Zhu, but we have all witnessed and experienced the power of the Weak Water with our own eyes.

Even if all the elite troops of my Tianhe Navy were deployed and formed into battle formation to resist, it would be difficult to withstand their might.

What level of cultivation does the Xuan Ling you mentioned possess?

"Such supernatural power exists, capable of stopping the Weak Water for several breaths with the force of a single sword? I, Old Zhu, simply don't believe it."

As the marshal in charge of the Tianhe Navy, Zhu Lie knew better than anyone else present how troublesome and terrifying the Ruoshui was.

That was not ordinary river, lake, or sea water; it was viscous and heavy, so thick that even a goose feather could not float on it, and a celestial body would crumble upon contact with it. Furthermore, it could defile magical treasures and erode one's primordial spirit.

Ordinary supernatural powers, when used, are like stones sinking into the sea, not even causing a ripple.

Even his Tianhe Navy, when they formed a battle formation to resist, was still routed and suffered heavy casualties, forcing him, the marshal, to personally come and ask for reinforcements.

The Barefoot Immortal stroked his beard and pondered, his gaze sweeping over the silent wave-fixing ruler in his hand.

He then looked down at Xuan Ling's tall and upright figure standing alone amidst the waves, lost in thought.

In this moment of silence.

Standing atop the Azure Dragon, the True Lord in black robes, who had been observing silently, spoke indifferently, his voice clearly reaching the ears of every immortal and deity:

"It's worth a try."

Ao Ying felt a slight sense of relief and bowed again:

"Thank you, True Lord."

He immediately turned around, rode on a cloud, and flew down to where Xuan Ling was.

Beside the immortal, Zhu Lie rubbed his still sore and numb arm and muttered:

"Let a monster try it? Even you, old Taoist priest, can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was stopped by a look from the Barefoot Immortal.

A moment later, Ao Ying invited Xuan Ling up.

Xuan Ling remained calm and reached out to grasp the wave-fixing ruler that the Barefoot Immortal had handed him.

Before the fingertips even touched the ruler, the previously silent fixed wave ruler suddenly emitted an extremely faint hum.

The ruler's surface has a dark halo, like the surface of a lake where a pebble has been thrown in, rippling out in circles of tiny waves.

The barefoot immortal paused slightly, and Zhu Lie's eyes widened even more.

The ruler felt warm and smooth to the touch, like jade but not quite. A desolate and ancient aura quietly spread along the veins in my palm.

The water elemental energy around Xuan Ling, which had been contained like a deep pool, began to ripple slightly involuntarily.

Like a secluded spring in a deep valley meeting the moonlight, it shines with a clear radiance.

A very faint, watery halo emerged from beneath his black robes, like morning mist shrouding the river, quietly spreading.

At the same time, the wave gauge in his hand suddenly changed!

Fine lines emerge on the body of the ruler.

The patterns intertwine and eventually transform into lifelike, dark dragon scales covering the entire body of the scale.

It resembles a giant dragon raising its head to the sky, its posture vigorous and proud.

An indescribable, vast, and domineering aura, like a ferocious beast awakening from its slumber, suddenly spread out.

The dark light and scale-like patterns intertwined and reflected the shimmering watery aura surrounding Xuan Ling.

At the same time, Xuan Ling's body trembled slightly.

He felt a vast and powerful yet incredibly familiar essence of water, like a flood bursting its banks, rushing through the meridians of his arm and into his sea of ​​consciousness and dantian.

A vast and pure water essence, mixed with countless ancient and profound insights into water control and wave regulation, surged wildly into his body along the handle of the ruler.

Like a spring that has been dormant for a long time, it finally finds a riverbed that can support its flow and naturally pours out.

This power resonated with Xuan Ling's own Xuan Jiao bloodline, blending seamlessly without any separation.

The flawless golden elixir in his dantian spun rapidly, its surface shimmering with interwoven thunder and water patterns, frantically absorbing this sudden fortune.

His aura became increasingly profound and refined at a visible speed, even faintly touching the realm of perfect Golden Core.

Once the tribulation of the elixir fire is overcome, the nascent soul can be transformed and reside in the Purple Palace.

Xuan Ling closed his eyes.

At that moment, I felt as if my mind had merged into a vast water elemental world, and fragmented scenes appeared before my eyes.

A giant dragon roams the vast sea, its body stretching for countless miles.

Then he was seen standing side by side with a man whose figure was indistinct, in front of the raging flood, helping to channel the water.

The last enormous scale detached from the dragon's body, slowly shrinking in the air before finally falling into a rough, large hand...

This series of strange phenomena and insights, though a long story, actually happened in the blink of an eye.

By the time Xuan Ling came to his senses, the dragon shadow on the ruler had quietly dissipated, and the surging dark light had subsided again.

Zhu Lie stared wide-eyed at Xuan Ling, whose aura was rising steadily as he resonated with the precious ruler.

Recalling the pathetic state he had just been thrown back by the blast, his face turned pale and then flushed, finally settling into a sour mutter:

"What nonsense! Does this broken ruler mean it's going to discriminate based on who you serve?"

The Barefoot Immortal was taken aback at first, then laughed:

"Wonderful! The treasure is sentient and chooses its own master."

He turned to the True Lord, cupped his hands in greeting, and said:

"True Lord, since the precious ruler is destined to be with this young friend Xuan Ling, why not let him wield it and give it a try?"

The True Lord's gaze swept over the docile wave-fixing ruler in Xuan Ling's hand, his expression indifferent, and he said:

"Since the precious ruler has chosen its own master, it must be fate. Xuan Ling, the task of pacifying the Weak Water is now entrusted to you."

Xuan Ling gripped the slightly trembling ruler in his hand, feeling a mysterious sensation emanating from it.

He bowed and replied, "I will do my best."

…………

Above the East China Sea.

The golden cudgel, resplendent and powerful, suppressed the surging, weak waters of the sea, its blade shimmering with golden light, rendering them immobile.

However, the turbid waves of the weak water surged in the shadows, seemingly possessing boundless power that continuously impacted the golden barrier, producing a dull rumbling sound.

A green dragon coils around the top of the clouds, and the True Lord stands majestically on the dragon's head, his black robe hanging down to the sky, his five fingers pointing downwards.

Every wisp of energy stirred at his fingertips caused the golden cudgel to emit a clear, resonant roar like a dragon's cry, then it sank three points deeper, suppressing the Weak Water that was trying to retaliate once more.

Just as the stalemate was at hand, Xuan Ling had already ridden a cloud to the sky above the center of the Weak Water.

He held the Xuan Yuan Ding Bo Ruler, which was shrouded in mysterious light, and the water element around him merged with the radiance of the ruler.

He was just about to unleash the true meaning within the ruler and communicate with the endless Weak Water.

"Waaah—"

A powerful and desolate whale cry echoed from the deepest part of the East China Sea.

Its sound was not sharp, but long and deep, instantly overpowering the sound of the wind and waves, echoing throughout the entire sea.

As the whistle rang out, the distant sea rose silently.

A shadow of unimaginable size slowly emerged.

Its body is like a continuous mountain range, its back is rugged like an ancient mountain range, and its skin is not the silver-gray of ordinary dragon whales, but a deep dark blue.

A vast aura, far surpassing all the dragon whales present and even faintly exceeding that of ordinary immortals and gods, spread out.

Upon seeing this scene, Whale Cloud, the current chief of the Dragon Whale Clan of Flowing Cloud Sea, involuntarily lowered his head and let out a low moan filled with awe.

The ancient dragon whale's gaze swept over all living beings and landed directly on Xuan Ling, who was holding the Xuan Yuan Wave Ruler.

A gentle yet melancholic thought, like a warm current, flowed into Xuan Ling's heart:

"Young friend, since you possess the ruler of Emperor Yu and the scales of the demon saint, this old man is willing to use his frail body to carry you for a while, and together we will subdue the Weak Water."

Before the words were finished, the whale's head, as large as an island, lowered slightly.

A soft halo naturally formed on its broad, plain-like forehead, as if inviting Xuan Ling to step onto it.

Xuan Ling looked into those deep, abyssal eyes and saw no malice in them, only a clear and calm acceptance and a profound understanding of the vicissitudes of life.

He did not hesitate, but simply nodded slightly.

With a flicker of light, the figure gracefully landed on the back of the giant whale.

An indescribable sense of weight descended, as if the ground beneath one's feet was not flesh and blood, but the entire East China Sea.

"Thank you for your trouble, senior," Xuan Ling said softly.

The old dracaena let out a low groan, as if in response.

Then, its massive body moved slowly, parting the waves, and steadily swam towards the source of the Weak Water.

The Dragon King of the East Sea, Ao Guang, watched as the Dragon Whale Ancestor, who had been in seclusion for so long and whom he had only seen a few times, actually appeared in the world and carried a demon cultivator to Ping Shui.

Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, he finally let out a low, deep dragon roar.

Between the sea and the sky, the ink-black landscape is like a painting.

Beneath the vast sky, the True Lord, his black robes fluttering, stood atop the head of a blue dragon, overlooking the boundless waves.

"town."

The True Lord uttered a single word, his voice like a jade chime, clear, resonant, and majestic.

Before him stood a giant golden pillar formed from the Ruyi Jingu Bang, its light radiating in myriad rays, suppressing the surging Weak Water before it, causing the waves to vanish into nothingness.

Above the sea, Xuan Ling sat atop the majestic green back of the dragon whale.

The giant whale rises and falls, parting the dark currents.

"lead."

Xuan Ling silently recited in his heart.

The black light of the ruler in my hand swirls, and where the ruler's tip passes, the ink tide quietly splits in two.

Above, a golden pillar stands firm, as if the celestial order has been reorganized. Below, a mysterious ruler guides the spirit, as if the earth's balance has been renewed.

Deep in the Weak Water.

The woman, who had been silently crying and struggling, felt the warm glow of the measuring rod gently caress her watery body.

The malevolent energy that destroyed everything in the Weak Water was gradually drawn away and dissolved.

She floated silently in the water core, the bone-chilling coldness in her empty eyes beginning to fade.

Instead, a sense of bewilderment followed by exhaustion and tranquility.

The woman slowly raised her head, looking in the direction from which the halo came, and at the figure in black robes on the whale's back.

She was shrouded in an overwhelming sorrow and weariness, her face blurred, except for her eyes, which were so clear they were breathtaking.

She gazed deeply at Xuan Ling, as if trying to etch him into the deepest part of her memory.

Then, two clear tears slid down her cheeks.

The tears did not merge with the surrounding Weak Water, but instead flashed in the air and transformed into a dove-egg-sized, translucent spiritual pearl inside, seemingly with water ripples flowing endlessly, exuding an incomparably pure innate water spirit aura.

The spirit pearl trembled slightly in the air, as if it possessed a spirit, and floated lightly towards Xuan Ling, silently landing in his palm without a ruler.

A cool touch brought a sense of indescribable sadness and tranquility to Xuan Ling's heart.

The figure of the Weak Water Spirit became increasingly faint after the tears left her body.

Finally, she smiled slightly at Xuan Ling, and her figure gradually disappeared into the once peaceful Weak Water.

The raging inky blackness that had been plaguing the East China Sea began to fade rapidly, restoring it to a clear azure.

Xuan Ling lowered his head, looking at the teardrop-shaped spiritual object of the Weak Water Spirit in his palm. After a moment of silence, he gently grasped it.

Above, the True Lord flicked his sleeve, and the towering golden pillar trembled slightly, quickly shrinking and transforming into a golden light that flew back into his sleeve.

A long, drawn-out roar came from the azure dragon beneath my feet, echoing between the gradually calming sea and sky.

As dawn breaks, the Weak Waters finally calm.