Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 440 213 Control

The Ghost Scholar listened intently to Lu Yu's explanation, gradually understanding what he was about to face, the Five Immortals. He genuinely felt how the Ghost Immortals were the most despised at that moment.

"However, you are lucky, I have mastered the core of this world, and I have mastered the essence of the Thunder Technique. Pay close attention to the changes when I summon the Heavenly Thunder," Lu Yu instructed.

Upon hearing this, the Ghost Scholar's heart swelled with joy. When he was first listening to Lu Yu, a weight had pressed heavily upon him, as if the difficulty for shadow souls to ascend to sainthood was a massive rock weighing on his chest.

But now, he felt a sudden sense of liberation. Only then did he understand why for ghost cultivators like him, guidance from an immortal was so vitally important.

"All of you should watch carefully as well," said Lu Yu, turning his head to address the others.

The rest reacted with joy as well; everyone was acutely aware of the terror of Heavenly Thunder. It was an inescapable trial on the path to immortality, and to be able to comprehend the Thunder Technique through it would be a bonus.

Seeing their reactions, Lu Yu smiled faintly, extended his finger towards the sky, and commanded, "Thunder, come!"

In the clear sky, a bolt of thunder suddenly streaked by, resounding through the heavens, and just as profoundly within the hearts of those present.

Everyone was taken aback, people like the Peach Blossom Maiden even went weak at the knees. This was Heavenly Thunder and also a heavenly tribulation, the most yang and most rigid force between heaven and earth.

The fear in the Ghost Scholar was so great that he trembled all over. The thunder's suppression of ghost cultivators was simply too strong. He struggled to suppress the fear in his heart, his gaze fixated on the bolt of thunder streaking through the sky.

He carefully felt its variations, striving to find that thread of life hidden within the thunder, which was key to transforming his shadow soul into a yang spirit.

His gaze pierced through the purple-blue thunder, looking deep into the Heavenly Thunder, with eyes that were slightly red with tears of blood, creating a frightening sight.

Nevertheless, he endured through the pain, straining his eyes open to their fullest because he knew this was the greatest opportunity of his life, and only by seizing it could he truly pursue the Great Dao.

Just as he could almost bear no more, he finally saw that glimmer of light hidden within the Heavenly Thunder, surrounded by countless bolts, representing the life force of all things.

That thread of light was faint, as if it might disappear at any moment, yet it was so bright that it warmed the soul of the Ghost Scholar.

He became engulfed in this miraculous realization, forgetting his surroundings, forgetting himself.

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The Ghost Scholar thus immersed himself in the enlightening perception of this life force, oblivious to the fact that his body was gradually weakening from the thunder, and if this continued, he would disappear silently between heaven and earth—a phenomenon known as becoming one with the Dao.

It was at that moment, a cough reached his ears, snapping him out of that marvelous state.

Only then did he realize how weakened he had become, no longer able to stand, collapsing to the ground, breathing heavily, with eyes too pained to open fully, seeing only a vast white expanse.

In an incredibly weak voice, he said, "Thank you, Tea Saint, for saving my life; otherwise, I would have become one with the Dao."

Lu Yu nodded in approval. Being able to seize this fleeting opportunity was enough to show the profoundness of the Ghost Scholar's accumulations. Possessing both mindfulness and depth, his rise was nearly assured—lacking only an opportunity, which Lu Yu had now provided. The future of the Ghost Scholar was boundless.

Lu Yu could already foresee that a powerful Ghost Cultivator would emerge in the Three Realms in the future.

By this time, the thunder had dissipated, and the people were still immersed in the enlightenment they had just experienced, knowing that opportunities to safely observe Heavenly Thunder were rare.

All those alive today are the cream of the crop in the Cultivation Realm, each having braved countless dangers to reach this day, and for them, seizing moments of fate had become an instinct carved into their very bones, an opportunity they were unwilling to waste even a second of.

Seeing this, Lu Yu nodded in approval silently, the human race had risen from a weak acquired race to become the masters of heaven and earth today, all because of this spirit.

"Qingyun, there are still some demons hidden in this world, each with their hands stained with the blood of our human race. Once everyone comes around, lead them to exterminate these remnants," said Lu Yu in a deep voice.

Through the perspective of the world, he could clearly see the resentment of the human race lingering around these demons.

The thick resentment, as dark as ink, indicated just how many innocent members of the human race these demons had cruelly killed.

As a Human Sage, how could he sit idly by? Lu Yu himself had no prejudice against the Demon Race, but he was always ruthless with demons whose hands were soaked in the blood of the human race.

"In the next few days I shall fully control this world, and at sunrise each day, I will preach atop the summit. At that time, you all may listen by my side," Lu Yu said gently.

Upon hearing this, the crowd was overjoyed and knelt to thank Lu Yu for his great kindness.

Thus, the world began to buzz with activity, with countless demons hiding in corners being found and executed.

The cries of demons echoed throughout the world, but no one's heart softened; the demons' hands were stained with the blood of the human race, and their thick resentment was visible even to them.

Now, without the protection of the three Demon Kings, these demons had completely lost the courage to confront the people, frantically fleeing and hiding throughout the world, hoping to avoid the pursuit.

But now, as the Lord of the World, Lu Yu was aware of every move in this microcosm, no matter how clever the demons hid, they were ultimately rooted out one by one.

Countless demons regretted their actions, lamenting why they had followed the Great King to this place in a moment of hot-headedness, now with heaven indifferent and earth unresponsive to their cries.

In contrast to the dire life of the Demon Race, the cultivators of the human race were much happier, listening to Lu Yu preach each morning at the summit, then forming teams to sweep the demons in the microcosm, and at night returning to converse with their peers, discussing ancient and modern times, and exchanging thoughts on the Dao, truly content.

Days passed, and one day after Lu Yu finished his sermon, he did not dismiss the crowd.

He sat solemnly on the summit, exuding a mysterious and profound aura, and in that moment, the world underwent a dramatic change.

The Spiritual Energy in the air surged wildly, the world seemed to be rejoicing, and everyone could clearly feel such intense emotions.

Auspicious Clouds filled the sky, with fragrances so delightful that they revitalized the spirit, and countless Golden Lotuses bloomed beside Lu Yu.

Everyone knew the world was celebrating the fact that Lu Yu had completely taken control of it.

Yet, Lu Yu remained silent, his expression serious, for taking control of the world was only the beginning; what came next was to imprint upon it a mark uniquely his own.