Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao

The icy words were like a sharp steel sword, mercilessly slashing across the girl's heart, riddled with a thousand wounds. The malice that enveloped her extinguished the fragile flame of hope that had just begun to flicker; unable to bear it, she leapt into the cold river, allowing the water to submerge her body.

Panic-stricken shouts erupted from around, as everyone frantically searched for the person who had just spoken. It was that single sentence that doomed the precious life of a young girl.

However, by this time, the Demon Lord had already left the scene with a mocking smile, thinking to himself, "Such a fragile life indeed." Read exclusive adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

At that moment, he seemed to realize where this world came from. Wasn't this the Mortal Realm idealized by the great powers of the Three Realms and the Human Sages? At this moment, his interest in Lu Yu intensified.

On that very bridge, with his keen senses, he had already detected the lingering presence of Lu Yu. The mysterious veil of this world was about to be lifted. As the Demon Lord, he couldn't remember the last time he was this excited.

The last time he had been so thrilled was during the Enlightenment of Buddha. Warehousing his excitement, he steadily advanced toward Lu Yu's location.

Before long, he could see Lu Yu's figure, sitting by the riverside not far away, holding a cup of hot tea, slowly savoring it.

A joyful smile spread across the Demon Lord's face as he murmured to himself, "I have finally found you. Let's see what secrets you hold."

With a smile, the Demon Lord approached Lu Yu and said, "It was not easy finding you, but this world is quite interesting."

Lu Yu, looking at the unfamiliar man in front of him, asked with some puzzlement, "Who are you?"

The smile on the Demon Lord's face momentarily stiffened. He had anticipated that his appearance would elicit a look of terror on Lu Yu's face, satisfying his own perverse pleasure. However, because of his diminished aura, Lu Yu could not connect him with the fearsome Demon Lord.

"Hehe, who am I!" the Demon Lord chuckled.

"I am the Lord of the Heavenly Demons, the calamity of all beings, the shadow of the world."

Yet in his eyes, the Lu Yu opposite him did not show the expected horror, only continued staring at him in surprise.

At this moment, the Demon Lord felt some anger stirring inside him. As his time in this world deepened, his emotions seemed to become more enriched.

At the same time, he just noticed that there was another person beside Lu Yu, which startled him. Even though his power was steadily weakening, it shouldn't be so severe that he wouldn't notice another living person so close by.

Turning his head, he took a closer look at the mysterious figure next to Lu Yu. The figure seemed familiar, and when he looked at the unclear face, a great fear overwhelmed his soul.

Cold sweat dropped down from his forehead. At that moment, he felt like a true mortal, overwhelmed by a profound sense of powerlessness, and he struggled to utter two words: "Ancestral Master."

At that moment, the Demon Lord finally understood what was so special about Lu Yu. This was clearly the handiwork of the Ancestral Master after Transcendence. The purpose was unclear, but what could be certain was that this was secretive. He knew that the end of his incarnation was near and that the information gathered here would not pass on to his original form.

Not achieving this would be to insult the title of the Ancestral Master.

In the eyes of the Demon Lord and Lu Yu, the Ancestral Master suddenly transformed into a mist, and then the whole world began to feel illusory. Countless mists enveloped the two, and suddenly a purple light emerged from the mist.

A majestic palace suddenly appeared, grand and dignified, surrounded by Purple Qi, with countless Daoist chants echoing through the great hall. In the very center of the hall, there was a plaque made of White Jade, engraved with three ancient characters: Purple Cloud Palace.

"Purple Cloud Palace? The place where the Ancestral Master preached." Lu Yu muttered to himself, not knowing why this palace was hidden within his mind. If it hadn't been for the Demon Lord's schemes, Lu Yu might never have seen this legendary hall.

"Everyone thought that Purple Cloud Palace had disappeared with the Ancestral Master's transcendence. Who would have thought it was hidden here? What exactly is the Ancestral Master planning?" At this moment, the Demon Lord's mind was racing with thoughts. The Ancestral Master, mysterious in origin and a preacher to many, had become the first to achieve transcendence and must have known some secrets.

Within the three realms, there should be no one he guarded against, unless it was in the Chaos beyond heaven and earth, the Demon Lord speculated in his heart.

As the Daoist chants started, Lu Yu found he couldn't understand what was being said, only feeling dizzy and barely able to stand.

In contrast, the Demon Lord seemed to hear something unbelievable. His eyes suddenly widened with incredulity and fear.

Then, with a "pop" sound, the Demon Lord exploded.

Yes, the incarnation of the Demon Lord simply inexplicably exploded, turning into countless particles that floated within Lu Yu's mind. To Lu Yu, this scene was so eerie and horrifying. After all, this was a being nearly at the level of transcendence, and even his incarnation should not die so silently, so bizarrely.

The powdered Demon Lord transformed into the purest Primordial Spirit Force, which was absorbed and assimilated by Lu Yu's mind, rapidly augmenting his Primordial Spirit. It even caused him a slight headache—a sign that the Primordial Spirit Force was too powerful for his body to match.

Meanwhile, the Purple Cloud Palace was also enveloped by the white mist in his mind and disappeared from Lu Yu's sight, unreachable no matter how he sensed or searched.

Lu Yu could only withdraw from his mind carrying a belly full of puzzles and questions.

In reality, Lu Yu slowly opened his eyes, still holding the Portrait of a Beauty that had once triggered countless storms. However, the Portrait of a Beauty no longer held its previous mysteries.

With the death of the Demon Lord's incarnation hidden within the painting, the scroll had lost its magical abilities and had become just an ordinary Portrait of a Beauty.

Lu Yu let out a light sigh—this time, he had been careless, not expecting that the Portrait of a Beauty admired by mortals would hide an incarnation of the Demon Lord. No wonder it had escaped the notice of the great powers of the three realms. Unfortunately for the Demon Lord, it had encountered Lu Yu, destroying years of plotting in an instant.

Meanwhile, in the dark stratum between the Chaos outside of heaven and the three realms, the Lord of the Heavenly Demons slowly opened his tightly shut eyes, with dark red blood slowly trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Was one of my incarnations hidden among humans destroyed?" the Demon Lord said incredulously.

At the same time, he began to use his Divine Skills to deduce the cause and effect, preparing to speculate on the reasons behind the death of his incarnation.