Journey to the West: Demon Emperor: Beginning as a Little Toad

Chapter 621 Yang Chan Visits the West Sea
Ao Moang patted the Flood Dragon Demon King on the shoulder, his tone sincere:
"As far as I know, those Eight Immortals of the Daoist sect are only so-so in skill."

"My Western Sea troops are well-trained and brave, and with Ao Moang here, I believe we can handle the situation."

"You and Peng Demon King, why don't you stay in my Western Sea for a while, just to enjoy the sea view and observe the situation?"

"If...if the Eight Immortals of the Daoist sect really have some hidden tricks up their sleeves, or if the Daoist sect is secretly involved, then it won't be too late to trouble you, brother, to take action when all else fails, how about that?"

The Demon King was no ordinary person; he instantly understood Ao Moang's concerns.

Although he was unwilling and wanted to immediately take up his gun and pierce the heart of the Eight Immortals of the Daoist sect, he also knew that what Ao Moang said made sense.

His own identity is the biggest obstacle. If he shows up rashly, he may not only fail to help, but he may also give others a handle to use against him, putting the West Sea in an even greater crisis.

The Flood Dragon Demon King took a deep breath, suppressing the boiling battle intent and killing intent surging within him. He slowly nodded, the fierce glint in his eyes slightly diminishing, and said:
"Very well, Brother Moang has thought things through."

"I will do as you say and remain on the sidelines for the time being."

"But if anything changes, if the winds of change reverse, and the Western Sea is in peril, I, Mo Lang, will surely ride the waves and point my spear at the immortals and gods!"

Seeing that Mo Lang had agreed, Ao Moang felt somewhat relieved and a genuine smile appeared on his face:

"Good brother! Come on, I'll take you and Brother Peng Demon King to experience the scenery of my Western Sea."

"Although we are in a time of great turmoil, the magnificent scenery may ease our burdens and make this gathering worthwhile!"

To fulfill the hospitality of the host and to ease the tense atmosphere.

Ao Moang personally led the Jiao Demon King and the Peng Demon King away from the Dragon Palace and deep into the Western Sea.

The vast waters where giant whales swim, the colorful secret realm teeming with corals, the ancient trenches at the bottom of the abyss... the scenery of the West Sea is magnificent and awe-inspiring, temporarily dispelling the shadow of war that looms over our hearts.

After the tour, Ao Moang hosted a lavish banquet to entertain the Jiao Demon King and the Peng Demon King.

Exquisite delicacies were laid out, the aroma of fine wine filled the air, and the sounds of silk and bamboo instruments filled the air.

The Dragon Palace of the West Sea has all kinds of delicious food.

During the banquet.

Peng Demon King, however, seemed somewhat absent-minded.

When he first left Beiju Luzhou, he felt like a fledgling eagle leaving its nest, finding the sky vast and the land expansive, and everything new and exciting.

He heard that his brothers, including the Bull Demon King and the Lion Camel King, were all in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

The Golden Horn King's Kanyuan Mountain and the Monkey King's Flower and Fruit Mountain are also located there, making it hard to suppress the desire to explore.

"Senior brother, Brother Ao."

The Roc Demon King put down his wine cup, his golden eyes gleaming with longing:
"I've heard that my brothers, the Bull Demon King and the Lion Camel King, are both in the Eastern Continent."

"With my senior brother here, I expect there will be no problem."

"I wish to go ahead and travel to the Eastern Continent of Divine Victory. What do you think?"

"I want to travel to Dongsheng Shenzhou first and broaden my horizons."

"If anything changes here, I have the 'Great Roc Speed,' which allows me to travel tens of thousands of miles in an instant!"

The Demon King and Ao Moang exchanged a smile, knowing that he was young at heart and longed for freedom.

"Go, Pengdi!"

The Demon King said:

"The Eight Immortals of Taoism are probably not very capable. With Brother Moang and me here, that's enough."

Ao Moang also laughed:

"Eastern Continent is indeed a wonderful place! Brother Peng, go ahead and give my regards to the Bull Demon King, the Lion Camel King, and all the other brothers!"

"When the Western Sea affairs are settled and we have some free time, let's gather together in Beiju Luzhou and have another drink!"

Peng Demon King was overjoyed and immediately rose to bid farewell to Jiao Demon King, saying:

"Senior brother, I'm off. Call me if you need anything, and I'll be there in no time."

Say it.

The Roc Demon King's body flashed with golden light, transforming into a dazzling golden ray that soared into the sky, tearing through the clouds, and flapped its wings towards the direction of the Eastern Continent.

……

at the same time.

Mount Hua, the Western Peak.

Lotus Peak.

The moonlight, like a ribbon, streamed through the intricately carved window lattice, gently draping over the jade table where the Holy Mother Yang Chan sat in meditation.

On the table, the Lotus Lantern lay quietly, its entire body radiating a warm and gentle blue-green light that seemed to cleanse the soul.

The azure light danced on Yang Chan's slender fingers, as if it possessed a spirit, reflecting on her slightly furrowed brows, as if concealing countless secrets.

A jade slip containing information about the Western Sea was slowly turning into specks of light and dissipating in her palm.

now.

Although she had a falling out with her brother Yang Jian due to differences in ideals, she could not sever the bond of blood ties.

"The Eight Immortals of Taoism... A life-or-death agreement... A duel in the Western Sea..."

Yang Chan murmured to herself, seemingly pondering the complex and chaotic situation:
"Sister Cunxin..."

Unconsciously, fingertips brushed against the warm lotus petals of the Lotus Lantern.

Before Yang Chan's eyes seemed to float the image of Ao Cunxin, the West Sea Dragon Girl who had given everything for her second brother Yang Jian but ultimately met a tragic end.

Back then, Yang Jian split the mountain to save his mother, angrily stormed the Heavenly Realm, and ultimately suffered severe injuries, falling into the vast Western Sea.

It was Ao Cunxin, the Dragon Girl of the West Sea, who disregarded the heavenly rules and even turned against her father and brothers to hide Yang Jian in the forbidden area of ​​the Dragon Palace and take good care of him, thus saving Yang Jian's life.

Yang Chan will always remember this kindness.

Later, Ao Cunxin and Yang Jian's love story was full of ups and downs, and in the end, it was better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to cling to each other in hardship.

Ao Cunxin returned to the Western Sea in despair.

Yang Chan also witnessed that infatuation and pain.

Although she had a falling out with her second brother Yang Jian due to differences in their beliefs, their sibling bond remained strong after many years.

She always held a deep sense of pity and respect for her older sister, Ao Cunxin.

Currently, the West Sea has become a place of great turmoil, with ever-changing circumstances and hidden dangers.

Although Ao Cunxin is the Dragon Girl of the West Sea, she is not good at fighting and has little ability to protect herself.

Being caught in the vortex, he is unlikely to be of much help in this battle and may even be injured by setbacks.

Now, Yang Jian is a judicial deity who rules the heavenly laws and commands respect throughout the three realms. His identity is sensitive, and he has many responsibilities.

Yang Jian is no longer the carefree and unrestrained Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun of Guanjiangkou who "obeys orders but not proclamations" in the mortal realm back then.

The "treaty between the Western Sea Dragon Clan and the Eight Immortals of Taoism signing a life-or-death agreement" was a private feud between the two sides.

As the God of Justice, Yang Jian represents the Heavenly Court and is bound by Heavenly Laws. Therefore, it is inconvenient for him to interfere in such life-or-death duels of a "private" nature.

But Yang Chan can do it.

For a woman, spiritual cultivation is not easy, and the path of love is even more difficult.

She couldn't bear to watch the woman who had once been so kind to her second brother fall into danger again.

"Jinyun!"

Yang Chan called softly.

"This servant is here."

A maidservant dressed in a plain-colored, cloud-patterned fairy robe, with a pure and ethereal air, entered in response to the call and curtsied.

"Quickly prepare cloud vehicles."

Yang Chan stood up, her wide sleeves fluttering lightly. The Lotus Lantern transformed into a stream of light that entered her brow, becoming a blue lotus mark, with a faint blue glow emanating from her entire body.

Yang Chan instructed:
"Set off immediately for the Western Sea!"

……

In the past, her second brother, Yang Jian, sheltered her from the wind and rain and protected her all the time.

Now, Yang Jian is clad in the magnificent robes of a judicial god, yet he too is bound hand and foot by the chains of heavenly laws.

Therefore, it will be Yang Chan who will protect this concern and debt that Yang Jian can no longer easily express.

……

The Virgin Mary, having already attained the highest rank among goddesses in Heaven, has a chariot that not only symbolizes divine power but also embodies profound religious significance.

The Heavenly Horse Keeper, whose job is to raise heavenly horses, will naturally assign heavenly horses to the gods of Heaven.

Such as:
The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit (Doumu Yuanjun) drives a seven-fragrant chariot.

The Queen Mother of the West rode a blue phoenix over the Jade Pool.

Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother of Mount Hua, also had her own carriage, which served as her ceremonial procession during her tours, and was exceptionally luxurious.

However, this procession was too extravagant, and Yang Chan rarely used it on ordinary days, only occasionally displaying it during temple fairs.

But at this point, in order to get on the road, it didn't matter.

……

Not long after.

At the summit of Lotus Peak in Mount Hua, the clouds and mist suddenly surged and boiled, with countless rays of light and auspicious clouds.

A cloud chariot, pulled by four magnificent, pure white jade horses, broke through the clouds and revealed its true form.

The car body is carved from ancient warm jade and inlaid with various bright jewels for wind protection, water repellency, and dust protection, making it dazzling and beautiful without losing its elegance.

The tassels hanging from the roof of the car are made of silk ribbons refined from moonlight, swaying gently in the wind and carrying specks of starlight.

Yang Chan gracefully boarded the carriage and sat down inside. Attendant fairy maidens stood on either side of her.

The heavenly horse is intelligent and possesses its own wisdom.

"Let's go to the West Sea!"

At the command of the fairy maidens.

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

……

The jade-white celestial horse raised its head and neighed loudly, its four hooves pounding the clouds in the void. The cloud chariot instantly transformed into a dazzling stream of light, tearing through the sky and pointing straight to the vast and boundless Western Sea with its turbulent undercurrents!

Heavenly horses are not ordinary horses; they are divine steeds carefully nurtured by the Heavenly Court, possessing extraordinary swiftness and the ability to ascend to heaven and descend to earth.

Sun Wukong even kept many of the celestial horses in Heaven.

Wherever the heavenly horse treads and the cloud chariot passes, clouds and rosy hues pave the way, and auspicious clouds abound, transforming the vast distance from Mount Hua to the Western Sea into fleeting moments of light and shadow.

……

When Yang Chan's cloud chariot arrived in the Western Sea territory, the chilling aura that swept over them was far more intense than they had heard.

The Dragon King of the West Sea is the lord of the West Sea. His many years of experience and accumulation are not for nothing.

The majestic Crystal Dragon Palace resembles a lurking beast, and even the brilliance of its pearls is shrouded in a layer of iron and blood.

Inside and outside the palace gates, patrolling sea demons shuttled back and forth, their eyes as sharp as eagles.

The shrimp soldiers, crab soldiers, and water spirits, all clad in armor and wielding sharp weapons such as water-splitting halberds, wave-slicing blades, and armor-piercing spikes, formed a tight battle formation with menacing momentum.

The scales reflected a cold, eerie light, and the sounds of clashing weapons were crisp and rapid.

An oppressive atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing and a great battle was about to begin, permeated the entire West Sea Dragon Palace.

……

When you go out, your identity is given by yourself.

In this mythical world, the chariots and processions of the gods were like the fine carriages and precious horses of later generations, serving as symbols of status.

Upon hearing that the Holy Mother of Mount Hua was personally arriving, Prince Ao Moang of the Western Sea dared not be negligent. Without even removing his armor, he personally went out of the palace to greet her.

He was clad in gleaming silver armor, his brow furrowed with heaviness and weariness, yet he still maintained the dignity and decorum befitting a crown prince of the Dragon Palace.

"The arrival of the Holy Mother of Mount Hua brings glory to our humble abode in the Western Sea. Ao Moang has failed to greet you properly and begs your forgiveness."

Ao Moang clasped his hands in a salute.

He was clad in gleaming silver armor, his brow furrowed with heaviness and weariness, yet he still maintained the dignity and decorum befitting a crown prince of the Dragon Palace.

"Prince Moang, there's no need for such formalities."

Yang Chanlian stepped lightly off the cloud chariot, her clear, cool voice carrying a gentle, soothing power, her gaze sweeping over the grim military formation:
"The situation is urgent, so all formalities can be skipped. I've come here for Sister Cunxin."

Guided by Ao Moang, Yang Chan entered the West Sea Dragon Palace.

……

Deep within the West Sea Dragon Palace, in the Coral Pavilion, a side hall.

"Ok?"

The Flood Dragon King, who was closing his eyes to regulate his breathing and silently sensing the undercurrents of the Western Sea, suddenly had a thought.

A pure and holy divine aura descended upon the West Sea Dragon Palace.

Its essence is quite different from the surging water elemental power of the dragon race, carrying a unique charm of cleansing the soul and comforting all spirits.

"Who is this deity who has descended upon the Dragon Palace of the West Sea?"

The Demon King pondered to himself.

Subsequently.

The Demon King then inquired among the people in the West Sea Dragon Palace and learned that it was Yang Chan, the Third Holy Mother of Mount Hua, who had arrived.

During the great battle at Flower Fruit Mountain back then.

When the Demon King Jiao and the Monkey King rebelled against Heaven, Yang Jian led his six brothers from Meishan and other followers to besiege and suppress them.

The Demon King Jiao also fought fiercely with Yang Jian's six brothers from Meishan and others. The battle was so brutal that the clash of swords and the deafening shouts of battle are still vivid in my memory.

Upon hearing that Yang Jian's sister, Yang Chan, had arrived, the Flood Dragon Demon King felt a surge of curiosity.

"Yang Jian's younger sister, Yang Chan..."

With a thought, the Flood Dragon Demon King released his divine sense to secretly observe.

Led by Ao Moang, a fairy dressed in a moon-white gown entered the main hall's corridor.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, and her gentle temperament contained a resilience honed by the trials of life. A blue lotus mark between her brows shone brightly, and she was enveloped in a faint, reassuring, holy light.

Wherever it goes, it seems to shut out the grim atmosphere of the Dragon Palace, creating a pure land of its own.

Yang Chan's arrival drew the attention of the guards and maids of the Dragon Palace along the way, who were amazed by her demeanor and beauty.

Upon seeing Yang Chan's stunning beauty and extraordinary demeanor, the Flood Dragon Demon King couldn't help but praise her:
"Is this the sister of Yang Jian, the God of Justice, the Third Holy Mother of Mount Hua?"

"What an exceptionally beautiful fairy, rare in the Three Realms, truly more beautiful than many female demons."

However, the moment his divine sense touched that layer of clear light...

A sudden change occurred!

The blue lotus mark between Yang Chan's eyebrows suddenly emitted a bright blue light!

Although the Flood Dragon Demon King had no ill intentions, he practiced the "God-Slaying Spear Technique," which made him extremely fierce and malevolent, and his divine sense was filled with killing intent.

Moreover, the killing intent of the "God-Slaying Spear Technique" poses an instinctive threat to gods.

The Lotus Lantern has the ability to automatically protect its owner.

Sensing the murderous intent and gaze of the Flood Dragon Demon King, the Lotus Lantern instantly protected its master without the master's prompting.

The Lotus Lantern is a "top-grade innate spiritual treasure," ranking first among the great spiritual lanterns, possessing boundless divine power.

Its power surpasses that of the Emerald Light Yin-Yang Lamp, the Coffin Lamp, and the Eight Views Palace Lamp.

However, the power of the Lotus Lantern comes from compassion and protection for life.

The Lotus Lantern is a spiritual object born from chaos; it possesses sentience.

Only the power of benevolence can control the Lotus Lantern.

The power of the Lotus Lantern varies depending on who holds it.

In the hands of a heartless person, the Lotus Lantern is useless; it cannot even be activated and is merely an inanimate object.

It's not even as good as an ordinary lantern.

After all, ordinary lanterns can still provide light.

The stronger the compassionate thought, the better.

The Lotus Lantern shines ever brighter.

Yang Chan, who holds the Lotus Lantern, is actually quite powerful in combat.

When Yang Jian was suppressing the girl Yang Chan, he still had to find a way to get his hands on the Lotus Lantern first.

……

"Om-!"

A surge of overwhelming, pure, and sacred azure light, like a raging sea enraged by anger, instantly swept away in the opposite direction from that wisp of divine thought!

The radiance contains immense power to purify evil spirits and suppress demons!

"Uh!"

Caught off guard, the Flood Dragon King let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning deathly pale. His body trembled violently, and his demonic power surged and gushed within him. A searing pain spread from his consciousness to his limbs and bones, indicating that he had suffered a serious internal injury.

"What a powerful magical treasure! What a strong backlash! This is... the Lotus Lantern, the foremost of the Three Realms' magical lamps?"

The Demon King was terrified and quickly forced himself to calm his mind and sever that wisp of divine thought.

The light of the Lotus Lantern flashed and then disappeared.

Yang Chan paused slightly, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. Her cold gaze swept towards the side hall where the Flood Dragon Demon King was hiding, and she reminded Ao Moang beside her:

“Prince Moang, there seemed to be some strange demonic energy flowing through your West Sea Dragon Palace just now. I’m afraid there are demon spies among us.”

Ao Moang knew it was the work of the Jiao Demon King, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. He quickly explained:
“Don’t worry, Holy Mother. That is my next distinguished guest. Hearing of the Holy Mother’s arrival, he is filled with admiration and wants to see her. He has no ill intentions.”

"Please forgive any offense caused, Holy Mother."

He inwardly groaned; the Flood Dragon King's curiosity had almost caused a major disaster. He wondered if Yang Chan had recognized the Flood Dragon King, a wanted criminal from Heaven.

Upon hearing this, Yang Chan's gaze narrowed slightly, the light of the blue lotus mark between her brows completely disappeared, and the radiance around her softened.

She glanced deeply in the direction of the side hall, then said nothing more, only calmly:

"I see."

"The Crown Prince has a wide circle of friends."

Everyone has secrets.

So does she.

Moreover, this is the vast West Sea Dragon Palace, especially at this time when war clouds are gathering.

Her purpose in coming here was not to delve into these matters.

(End of this chapter)