Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 287 - 65: Terror

In the center of the grand, empty hall, there was an ancient meditation cushion, made from an unknown material that emitted a special aura. Under Lu Yu’s astonishment, his Primordial Spirit slowly sat down on the cushion.

Purple Cloud Palace emitted a boundless radiance at that moment, causing the Fire Dragon King’s eyes to close involuntarily. When the light dispersed, the Fire Dragon King saw a young Taoist sitting on the cushion, smiling at him.

"Hong Jun!" the Fire Dragon King shouted, and charged forward with all his might.

However, the Taoist, who was seated in the hall, merely waved his sleeve lightly, and the Fire Dragon King found the scenery before him rapidly receding. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t break free until he stopped, finding himself in front of the Nine Heavens Gate, as if he had never flown up at all.

Having regained his senses, the Fire Dragon King fluttered his wings fiercely and tried to fly towards the Nine Heavens again; however, that short distance now seemed insuperable, like a chasm in the sky, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not penetrate the thick clouds.

Fear began to show in his eyes, for such methods were unheard of and unseen. At this moment, he felt like an ordinary creature, unable to comprehend the exalted Immortal Gods.

Spewing forth furious flames from his mouth, he cleared the clouds and revealed the scene within. The Fire Dragon King could now see the Eastern Emperor Taiyi locked in fierce combat with the War Dragon King.

With a furious roar emanating from his mouth, he exerted all his strength, transforming into a brilliant blaze of fire, speeding forward rapidly.

The flames streaked across the sky, but the Fire Dragon King bizarrely found himself back at the original spot, seemingly destined to never arrive.

"What power is this?" the Fire Dragon King questioned, the once magnificent and commanding Dragon King now seeming somewhat weak.

However, no one in the heavens and earth responded to him, only the majestic and indifferent Purple Cloud Palace still hanging in the Nine Heavens, as if telling everyone that no one could pass.

At that moment, the Fire Dragon King despaired. No matter the method he used, that short distance remained unreachable. As time slowly passed, the situation gradually turned unfavorable for the Dragon Clan.

"Hmph, you want the human race to prosper, today I will slaughter them all, and see how the human race can become the protagonist of heaven and earth." Desperate, the Fire Dragon King gave up on breaking through the Nine Heavens and instead flew towards the earth, aiming to annihilate the human race.

Thus, those of the human race living on the earth, terrified by this apocalyptic scene, suffered greatly.

The human race had only recently been born; their bodies were frail, and they stood no chance against the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan. One tribe after another was slaughtered to extinction, their blood staining the earth red.

Before long, he reached a small tribe, which was drastically different from the others he had encountered.

Although they were all old, weak, sick, and disabled, they did not panic in the face of this calamity but, under the leadership of their chieftain, they methodically prepared food, doing their utmost to cope with the disaster.

The Fire Dragon King seemed to see a flame in these people, a flame different from the one he controlled which could burn all things. It was the fire of civilization, the fire of hope.

This flame was very faint, yet it was so bright that the Fire Dragon King had to close his eyes.

The patrol members had already spotted the ferocious giant beast, and with vigorous shouting, it wasn’t long before everyone in the tribe gathered outside, holding various kinds of weapons.

Of course, in the eyes of the Fire Dragon King, these so-called weapons were no different from toys, but still, with such ludicrous arms, the people stood resolutely in front of the Fire Dragon King.

Their eyes filled with fear, yet not a single person backed down; they were well-organized, with the able-bodied at the front and the women, children, and elderly at the back.

Even though these people seemed so weak, a slight flick from the Fire Dragon King could erase these insignificant creatures from the world. Yet, for some reason, a strange fear flickered through the heart of the Fire Dragon King. Experience tales at novelbuddy

For these people, despite their weakness, despite lacking powerful weapons, despite facing an unbeatable enemy, still held a fighting spirit in their hearts, and the flame of civilization slowly burned within them.

At that moment, the Fire Dragon King suddenly understood why this seemingly feeble race had usurped the place of his Dragon Clan. It was a magical race, continually developing, learning, and creating. The flame of civilization burned slowly within them; although weak now, one day this tiny spark would become a vast sea of flames, crushing all enemies.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

A cold murderous intent filled the eyes of the Fire Dragon King; this tribe must not be spared. He had secretly resolved that, no matter what, he would obliterate this tribe.

Vast flames surged towards the people on the ground, and at the forefront stood a middle-aged man, his back straight, his gaze firm, looking at the ferocious giant dragon before him without a trace of fear on his face.

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He slowly raised a wooden awl in his hand, enveloped in golden light and entwined with flames, a most virtuous treasure.

As the vast flames approached, the wooden awl suddenly emitted a dazzling light, attracting the infinite blaze. It continually absorbed the fire, not allowing it to come anywhere close to the tribespeople.

"Virtue? It was you!" At that moment, the Fire Dragon King finally understood that the origin of everything was this small tribe.

Who could have imagined that such an inconspicuous middle-aged man of the human race could be the spark for this great war? At that moment, ecstasy flashed through the heart of the Fire Dragon King. No matter what, he was determined to kill this man before him, forcing him to accompany the Dragon Clan in death.

He roared and charged forward, ready to completely kill the man before him. His immense power broke through the protective shield formed by the wooden awl. After all, a newly born treasure of virtue could not stop the assault of a powerful Dragon King.

The gaping maw was already at the side of the middle-aged man, with fierce dragon horns and chilling, gleaming fangs almost within reach.

A Treasure Vase fell from the sky, landing on the head of the Fire Dragon King, preventing him from moving forward. Raising his head, he saw a young man in a green robe appearing suddenly beside the middle-aged man.

At that moment, the Fire Dragon King turned tail and ran. Once again, that bizarre scene flashed through his mind, that feeling of powerlessness he did not want to experience again, so he had already decided to first eliminate the rest of the human race, then come back and deal with this place.

Lu Yu watched as the Fire Dragon King fled in disarray, quite puzzled as he touched his own head. He hadn’t expected that upon seeing him, the Fire Dragon King would flee instantly without a trace.