Journey to the West Creation Technique

Eight heads lined up in a row...

This is a decapitated monster!

Sona trembled as the decapitated monster looked at her with ill intent.

Her medium had long been cooked by the boar-men, and now she was just an ordinary woman, a lamb to the slaughter.

Sona raised her snow-white neck, closed her eyes, and hoped that the decapitator would give her a quick death.

But the beheading monster's greatsword did not fall for a long time.

When Sona opened her eyes again, she found a tiger, or rather a mountain leopard, that had shrunk to ten times its original size.

There are no cats in the Southern Wilderness Continent...

That's why the natives, after discovering the tabby cat, presented it to the high priest Amiya as a treasure.

Amiya also cherished it as a sacred beast, which ultimately led to her and the cat swapping souls.

"Meow..." Amiya the tabby cat murmured softly, then spoke in human language, naturally in the indigenous language: "What's your name? Which tribe are you from?"

"I...I am Sona, from the White Serpent tribe," Sona answered tremblingly.

The tabby cat stared at Sona, tilting its head as if pondering, "How did you end up like this?"

Sona could only recount the story in detail:

Two tribes have been entrenched in the Blackrock Wasteland for many years.

The Black Pig Tribe lives in the wilderness and the White Snake Tribe lives in the dense forest.

The border area between the two tribes was a place of constant fighting.

Today, Sona approached the edge of the dense forest in order to pick Bloodshadow Mushrooms.

Unexpectedly, the patrolling hunters from the Black Pig tribe crossed the border and launched a sneak attack.

He was outmatched and captured.

Her medium for casting spells was killed, boiled, and eaten.

She tried to escape but encountered a wild boar's head, which terrified her so much that her legs went weak.

Little did they know that the pig's head had already been chopped off.

A ruthless, beheading monster appeared and beheaded the boar-man who was chasing her.

All eight heads were cut off and lined up in a row.

The tabby cat blinked its big eyes after hearing this: "Meow... If that beheading monster doesn't behead you, what are you going to do next?"

"Go into the woods to find a medium, then go home."

"Wasn't the medium... cooked by the boar-men?"

"We can find new ones," Sona explained.

Lu Chengjun, standing to the side, seemed to be in sync with Amiya, as if he were talking to Sona.

After a moment's thought, Lu Chengjun untied the animal tendons binding Sona.

Even though the headless monster had freed her from her ropes, Sona dared not move.

"Meow...go gather some firewood," the tabby cat instructed again.

Sona dared not resist and quickly bent down to pick up the dead branches and leaves around her.

She worked quickly and soon brought over a large bundle of firewood, which she carefully piled in the center of the open space.

The embers that had already burned out in the open space were instantly reignited by the addition of new materials.

Lu Chengjun threw the eight heads into the fire. The flames blazed fiercely, and the flesh quickly scorched and melted under the high temperature, with foul-smelling black smoke slowly spreading.

He looked around and found that there were not only eight human heads, but also a pig's head, so he simply threw it in as well.

All nine heads were subjected to the scorching heat of the flames...

"Continue," Lu Chengjun said to Sona in the local language.

Sona trembled with fright and hurriedly continued to gather firewood around her.

Add firewood continuously to keep the blazing flames burning.

The flesh and blood slowly carbonized, and nine charred skulls lay quietly in the fire.

Lu Chengjun slowly raised his hand, attempting to channel earth-based magic into the nine charred heads.

It wasn't very useful at first...

However, perhaps due to the principle that fire generates earth in the Five Elements theory, as the intense fire continuously tempered them, these charred skulls gradually began to be imbued with earth-based magical power.

One or two of the skulls even emitted a faint glow, actively absorbing the incoming magical power.

It can actually be refined!?

The wild appearance of Sha Wujing as described in "Journey to the West".

He wore a tattered ochre-yellow robe, had a full beard, and his hair was as messy as straw. He wore a skull as a rosary on his chest and held a crescent-shaped shovel in his hand. He was a killer of travelers on their pilgrimage.

Lu Chengjun steadied his mind and continued refining.

Fire and earth generate each other, refining and shaping the body.

A wild boar's head is useless...

Although it was completely charred, it did not absorb magical power and could not be refined.

Only two of the heads emitted a faint glow, shrinking continuously under the refinement of magical power, their outlines becoming increasingly refined. The charred heads even turned from black to white, gradually developing a jade-like hue...

When the flames went out...

Of the nine heads, seven were burned to ashes, leaving only two jade-colored skulls intact.

Lu Chengjun raised his hand, and the two jade skulls appeared in his palm.

After shrinking, the skull is only the size of a baby's fist and has a warm, silvery-white color.

According to the novel "Journey to the West", the skull worn by Sha Wujing was made from the skull of the pilgrim.

The pilgrim is the cultivator.

Lu Chengjun suddenly raised his hand and waved, and two jade skulls flew out into the air.

In mid-air, the two skulls trembled slightly, rapidly growing larger, their forms half-real and half-illusory, their fangs menacing and their aura terrifying.

With another wave of his hand, the two ethereal, tearing skulls transformed back into two skull prayer beads.

The crescent shovel is just a weapon; the skull rosary is Sha Wujing's true magical implement.

Use the tough animal sinew that had previously bound Sona to thread through the tiny holes in the two jade skulls.

A string of two beads, which looks rather thin.

After placing the two skull prayer beads around his neck, Lu Chengjun turned to look at the still fearful and uneasy Sona, and said calmly in the indigenous language, "Go find a medium."

Sona timidly looked up at Lu Chengjun: "My lord... only the warriors of the White Serpent tribe need a medium."

Lu Chengjun remained silent.

The tabby cat stepped forward and explained, "Meow... Go find the medium and use it yourself; he doesn't know how."

"Um... okay." Sona agreed and slowly walked into the dense forest.

Lu Chengjun and the tabby cat followed at a leisurely pace.

Lu Chengjun's main mission in the Black Stone Wasteland is to gather intelligence...

He had already experienced the fighting strength of the Black Pig Tribe; now he wanted to observe the fighting strength of the White Snake Tribe.

At this time, Sona was just a mortal woman. Only when she regained her medium and the ability to cast spells could Lu Chengjun conduct a combat strength assessment.

Sona found the beheaded monster and the little leopard very strange.

Fortunately, he didn't intend to sacrifice himself...

Sona glanced back at Lu Chengjun. He had just cut off the heads of the Black Boar God's offspring and the Boar-men and put them into the fire, which seemed to be a kind of sacrificial ritual...

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

They are helping themselves...

They are allies, allies of the White Serpent tribe.

Sona came to this conclusion in her heart.

"Meow... What exactly is a medium?" Amiya suddenly asked.

"It is a snake, the offspring of the White Serpent God," Sona explained.

"So you're looking for a pure white snake?"

"Not necessarily." Sona shook her head.

"Isn't the media a matter of autonomous choice?"

"No, it was a gift from the gods..." Sona's face was filled with piety.

soon……

They then discovered a small patch of flowers deep in the dense forest.

The flowers bloomed profusely, all morning glories, a beautiful mix of gold and white, exceptionally delicate and vibrant.

Lu Chengjun recognized the flower at a glance.

It is a unique variety from the desolate Southern Ocean, shaped like a trumpet, so it was casually named Trumpet Flower.

The flower stem contains sweet, fresh water that is non-toxic and refreshing, quenching thirst and relieving hunger.

When the Ming Dynasty ship sank, Lu Chengjun survived for three days by relying on the water from the flower stem.

In addition, the berries that grow on the flower stalks are highly poisonous, and the dark roots of this morning glory patch have always been a den of snakes.

"This is God's garden, and I will receive the medium bestowed by God here," Sona said with a devout expression.