Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao

Lord Qiantang had always been known among the Dragon Clan for his high combat strength and fiery temper, but when it came to knowledge, that was a different story. He was someone who simply could not sit still. Asking him to sit in one place and flip through books, especially those of little importance, was more torturous than killing him.

Therefore, although Han Zhongli's words were reasonable, Lord Qiantang truly did not know.

The monster grew fiercer as the battle continued; it seemed to have an endless supply of energy, and after a long struggle with Lu Yu and the others, it still showed no signs of fatigue.

Meanwhile, an old man riding a donkey backwards had arrived at a mysterious location in the Sea of Thunder. With a worried look in his eyes, he muttered to himself, "I hope the old fellow is still here, otherwise, if this monster breaks out, it will be a calamity."

He then used all his mana and struck towards that mysterious land, shouting, "Stop sleeping, or you'll have no home left!"

After waiting for quite a long while without any response, the old man sighed, "It seems he's left this place, what should we do now?"

Just then, the entire Thunder World suddenly began to shake as if a great will was awakening.
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On the turbulent sea, a great tree suddenly appeared. The tree reached the heavens, piercing the sky. It was lush and verdant, bathed in thunder, exuding a soul-stirring aura.

"Hmm! How long have I been asleep?" A hoarse voice thundered across the heavens, filled with the vicissitudes of time. From the voice alone, one could guess that this was a being that had lived through eons.

Lu Yu looked at the sudden appearance of the towering tree and couldn't help but recall a phrase: "In ancient times, there was a great tree named Chun, for whom eight thousand years was spring, and eight thousand years autumn."

"Could this possibly be the legendary Great Chun King?" Iron-Crutch Li speculated, since he and Leize had been friends in the past, it was quite possible that he was hidden here.

"Eh! Nine Emperors, weren't you dead?" Great Chun King still seemed groggy from just waking up, his mind not completely clear.

"No, this is just a body formed from a gathered remnant soul. I thought so, how could the Taoist have failed to kill you," Great Chun King continued.

"Nine Emperors?" Lu Yu muttered to himself, having never heard of this title before, unsure of its origins.

Seeing the Great Chun King, the monster's eyes reflected a thoughtful look because it sensed a familiar essence from this being, an existence it desperately wanted to tear apart from its soul's depths.

So, it abandoned Lu Yu and the others, charging towards the Great Chun King. Just as the monster was about to reach him, thunder flashed across the sky, and a small seal slowly descended from Great Chun King's tree, accompanied by endless thunder.

The moment Lu Yu saw the small seal, he felt as if he were witnessing the first thunder following the creation of heaven and earth, symbolizing not only the origination of the world but also the beginning of all things, as well as a symbol of trial and punishment.

It was as though the thunder was unfolding completely before Lu Yu's eyes, revealing all secrets.

"Thunder Seal." The term suddenly flashed through everyone's minds, and indeed, only the Thunder Seal birthed from the death of the great Leize could possess such magical abilities. No wonder they couldn't sense the presence of the Thunder Seal after entering this world; it turned out that the Great Chun King had hidden it.

The Thunder Seal arrived with endless Thunder, striking the monster and halting its charging momentum. These were no ordinary Thunders; they were the most powerful attacks in the world, only appearing during celestial judgments. Now, they continuously pounded on the monster as if they cost nothing at all.

The indefatigable monster finally broke down, its wretched roar echoing through the skies as black resentment dissipated under the strikes of the Thunder.

Just as everyone was preparing to rejoice at the monster's demise, the creature suddenly bit off one of its own heads and instantly recovered from its injuries.

Lu Yu and the others exchanged looks. This was getting tricky—how were they to fight this monster that still had eight heads, meaning it could recover like this seven more times? Such a sight was truly despairing.

"It seems we must resort to this after all. It appears that the Taoist had foreseen this day and thus left this thing behind," Great Chun King sighed lightly as he watched the creature that had just restored itself.

He plucked a Jade Talisman from the thick foliage with a twig and gently tossed it into the sky. The Jade Talisman shattered in the void, and a figure in a blue robe slowly emerged; the Taoist's face was obscured by a mist, rendering it invisible, with a Treasured Sword hanging at his waist.

He simply stood there in the void, but his presence captured everyone's attention. At the mere glimpse of him, even though his face was unclear, everyone knew that he was one of the Three Purities, Lord Lingbao of the Shangqing. Standing there, it was as if one witnessed the end of the world, the dissolution of all things.

The moment the monster saw the apparition of the Heavenly Dao, fear appeared in its wild eyes. A voice seemed to urge from the depths of its soul to flee, so without any hesitation, the usually rampaging creature turned and ran.

Then the Taoist made his move, slowly drawing the sword from his waist and gently swinging it. The world seemed to freeze at that moment. To Lu Yu, the entire world appeared in shades of black and white, with only the sword light gracefully advancing through this monochrome world.

It was unclear how much time had passed; to Lu Yu's senses, it seemed like an eternity had passed, or perhaps just a moment. The sword light slashed onto the monster, and upon contact, its incredibly tough body began to crumble.

The monster struggled desperately, but to no avail. In this black and white world, where everything was still, it couldn't even blink and could only watch as its body gradually turned to ash under the sword light, vanishing from existence,

Eventually, the monster disappeared from everyone's sight, as if it had never been there at all. The colors of black and white gradually faded, and everyone was astonished to find they could move again, while the apparition of the Heavenly Venerable had vanished after that single strike.

"What realm is this?" Han Zhongli's mouth hung open wide. This power was beyond his comprehension; even the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top might not reach this extent.

"I do not know either, perhaps this is the power almost nearing Transcendence, beyond our understanding," Iron-Crutch Li sighed as well. The strength of Lord Lingbao left everyone feeling a profound sense of reverence, an unreachable yet aspirational height.

"To witness this sword is to not have come in vain, Amen," Dragon Tamer Arhat said, pressing his palms together and declaring a Buddhist chant.

Lu Yu was also profoundly stirred. This was the direction he should strive for, truly formidable.