Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 450 - 223 Conclusion

The poisonous water also needed to be dealt with; otherwise, wherever it flowed would be littered with corpses.

However, this didn’t pose a problem for the current Lu Yu. The Treasure Vase of the Great Dao spanned across the sky, absorbing all the flowing river water into the vase. Then he pointed gently towards the sky, and a surge of Spiritual Water shot up into the heavens.

The rain became heavier, a torrential downpour that shrouded heaven and earth, enshrouding the entire mountain in mist, yet as the rain mixed with Spiritual Water fell upon the land ravaged by poison, the once lifeless peaks began to show hints of green. Stubborn wild grasses, despite such disaster, had still managed to preserve their vitality.

Therefore, under the influence of the Spiritual Water, countless wild grasses began to sprout anew, demonstrating their tenacious life force, often it is these most inconspicuous lives that endure to the end.

Then, the trees that had withered due to the toxic gas regained their vigor as well. The entire mountain peak recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just half a day, it had returned to its former state, only without the vicious beasts and poisonous insects that once lurked in its forests.

The Taoist looked on in rapture at this scene akin to a miracle, feeling for the first time the wonders of the Great Dao. Unlike the destruction manifested by the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes, he realized that the Great Dao could also recreate the cosmos.

The Taoist had long since become disillusioned with cultivation, believing that all cultivators were merely strong ordinary people, and that their passions and desires were even more dangerous because they were augmented by mana.

But after witnessing Lu Yu’s actions, he discovered that Taoist Laws could be employed in this manner too, not just for slaughter and destruction.

"This is how it should be, the Great Dao should be like this!" the Taoist murmured as he gazed at the scene before him.

The desire to pursue cultivation, which had been hidden deep in his heart for years, returned to him. Once, he had been one of the multitude of Dao Seekers and had been fortunate enough to touch upon this world. However, as he went along witnessing beings like the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes, his longing for cultivation gradually faded; he always felt that this was not the same as the path of cultivation he had imagined.

It wasn’t until he saw Lu Yu’s actions in saving the mountain ranges that he had an epiphany. The Great Dao was never as he had seen; the real Great Dao resided in the world, in all living beings. Killing and destruction were just one aspect of it.

At that moment, he wept. Why, why did he realize this so late? His prime years had passed, and it was already too late to embark on the path of cultivation.

But with such an example before him, how could he not yearn to follow? Even so, he still wished to embark on the path of cultivation, to catch a glimpse of the Great Dao.

After Lu Yu had dealt with these matters, just as he was about to conjure clouds to continue the pursuit of the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes, he heard the suppressed sobs of the Taoist.

Recalling the fervent and determined look in the Taoist’s eyes just now, he sighed softly, and suddenly, radiance overflowed from his being, his organs shining brilliantly, the Five Qi circulating in his chest, metamorphosing into heaven and earth.

The Taoist was immediately stunned; as he watched Lu Yu in this state, something inside him said that this was the Great Dao he sought.

In his eyes, Lu Yu appeared to transform into all things in heaven and earth, allowing him to see everything at once. An onslaught of insights suddenly flooded into his mind, as if something was about to break through the soil in his heart.

Lu Yu restrained his brilliance and clouds and mist rose beneath his feet. He paid no heed to the Taoist who remained dumbfounded in place. He had delivered the opportunity into this man’s hands, whether he could grasp it depended on his own skill, and whatever enlightenment he could achieve was his own destiny, unrelated to Lu Yu.

Meanwhile, the Taoist stood in place, stupefied, until the high-hanging moon roused him—unbeknownst to him, a whole day had passed. He lifted his head, intending to thank Lu Yu, only to find that Lu Yu had long since disappeared.

However, the Taoist was not discouraged. He had received a tremendous opportunity and could not be greedy.

He knelt on the spot, kowtowed several times in the direction Lu Yu had left, then proceeded to climb up the mountain. Now that the mountain was devoid of poisonous beasts, it made for an excellent cultivation site, especially since the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes had once established a Taoist temple there, which proved the location had ideal Feng Shui. Thus, the Taoist considered settling there in a hut to dedicate himself to cultivation.

Even if he could not glimpse the Great Dao, as long as he passed down the Immortal’s techniques, perhaps many years later, someone from his sect might ascend the ladder to heaven and see the landscape of the Great Dao for him.

Many years later, a small sect emerged at this place, its members few but all deeply devoted to cultivation. The techniques they practiced were said to be passed down by an Immortal. Many disciples had seen the portrait of this very Immortal—a young man dressed as a Scholar in a green robe, standing on auspicious clouds, exuding a unique charm, the treasured legacy of the sect.

It was said to be painted by the founding master after seeing the Immortal, who had incorporated his own visions into it; thus, many were able to attain enlightenment through this painting.

But these were all matters of the future. Their joys and sorrows, their life and death, had nothing to do with Lu Yu now, as he was carefully hunting for the fleeing Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes.

Lu Yu was relentless in his search for the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes, unaware that the Demon Lord was cursing him in return.

At this time, the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes had arrived at Coiling Silk Cave, where he was greeted by seven Spider Demons, who were shocked to find their usually meticulous brother in such a disheveled state, devoid of his former dignified appearance.

"Brother, what has happened for you to be in such a disarray?" the Spider Demons rushed forward and asked, as over the years they had relied on the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes for their current cultivation.

Indeed, the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes was a sorry sight; his Taoist Robe was torn by Sword Qi, his face was blackened by fire. As soon as he entered his cavern, he hurriedly found a stool to sit on, grabbed the teapot from the table, and gulped down the contents before slowly exhaling.

But suddenly focusing on the teapot in his hand, he remembered Lu Yu’s name and felt a nameless rage swell within him. In an instant, he threw the teapot to the ground, eliciting a sharp crack, and the shattered fragments scattered at the feet of the seven Spider Demons. They exchanged glances, having never seen the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes so furious since they had met.

After tossing the teapot aside, the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes seemed to finally suppress the anger in his heart and slowly said, "I encountered an old adversary; I almost died at their hands!"

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Upon hearing this, the Spider Demons’ faces showed surprise. As sworn siblings, they knew each other well; the might of the Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes was witnessed by all, and no demon within a thousand miles would dare provoke him. The adversary he spoke of must be incredibly powerful to elicit such remarks from him.

"Brother, you possess profound mana and extensive divine skills, who could push you to the brink of demise?" the leading Spider Demon slowly picked up the fragments from the ground and asked with a smile.

The Demon Lord of a Hundred Eyes waved his hand, taking deep breaths to regain his composure.