Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao

Lu Yu gazed upon the many famished people before him, walking like the living dead, his heart ablaze with anger as Xue Wuyi actually controlled so many innocent civilians with Secret Techniques, using them to charge into battle.

If Lu Yu were to kill these innocent people, he would inevitably leave flaws in his heart, making it difficult to seek the Great Dao later.

"Hmph, truly obstinate!" Lu Yu scoffed, summoning wind and rain with his Divine Skills, and suddenly the wind and clouds changed dramatically, whipping up a fierce wind.

Thick clouds covered the sky as a surge of Samadhi Divine Water from the Treasure Vase flew into the clouds.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The sky suddenly poured down rain, with the rainwater, endowed with the purifying qualities of the Samadhi Divine Water, falling on the will-deprived civilians, cleansing their souls.

The scarlet in their eyes gradually faded, and their expressions slowly cleared.

Looking around at the scene and recalling the experiences of this period, which seemed like a dream, they could no longer suppress the sorrow in their hearts and involuntarily started crying.

The wailing of thousands seemed to disturb heaven and earth, an indescribable energy swirling around Xue Wuyi, causing him irritation and his mana to run wild.

"Misjudgment; I never expected the sorrow of these beings to be so terrifying!" Xue Wuyi cursed inwardly; he hadn't imagined such a powerful force would emerge from the mixed emotions of so many people.

A sword light cleaved through the vast Sea of Blood, instantly splitting Xue Wuyi in two, yet when these halves fell into the Sea of Blood, another Xue Wuyi soon emerged, charging out from the Sea of Blood.

"As long as the Sea of Blood is not dry, I am Immortal; it's better if you don't waste your efforts," Xue Wuyi said with a smug smile on his face, for in his view, he was now invincible.

Lu Yu, however, did not believe in this evil, and with his Sword Intent sweeping across, Xue Wuyi was once again hacked into pieces and fell into the Sea of Blood, only for another Xue Wuyi to stand up shortly afterward.

Lu Yu frowned as he watched the scene unfold, thinking to himself that the Technique of that old ancestor indeed had its peculiar aspects.

A wolf howl sounded in his ear, it turned out Xu Jianglin saw how Lu Yu considered him insignificant, which immediately ignited anger in his heart; he disregarded the others and charged straight at Lu Yu.

Lu Yu was contemplating how to deal with Xue Wuyi and had no time to bother with him, so he pulled out a brick and smacked it right onto his face.

The Fire Brick solidly struck Xu Jianglin's face, the sound of metal striking resounded, with sparks flying from his face, Xu Jianglin was forcefully smashed into the Sea of Blood.

"This is too much!" Xu Jianglin roared towards the sky, anyone struck down by such means would likely not feel pleased, especially not a figure like Xu Jianglin.

He had made up his mind to tear Lu Yu into pieces, relying on his tough skin and flesh completely unconcerned by several Primordial Spirit True Men's attacks, focusing solely on attacking Lu Yu.

Lu Yu had never seen such a stubborn man before; he deeply doubted how such a person could become a commander of an army.

In fact, Lu Yu was wronging Xu Jianglin. Originally, he was also a very deep thinker, but ever since he received the ancestral fortune and destiny, even though his power had been increasing, his intelligence had also decreased, and his temperament had become irritable and hot-tempered.

Now Xu Jianglin was no different from the werewolves under his command. His power had grown too quickly for his nature to keep it in check, causing this power to alter his personality and diminish his intellect. After all, those werewolves were all reckless and irritable. With every additional werewolf, his intellect and temperament grew closer to theirs.

Another fire brick was hurled at him, but Lu Yu couldn't be bothered to entangle with him any longer. Picking up the fire brick, his mana surged throughout his body, and he gently blew on the brick.

A flame burst from the surface of the brick, following the direction of Lu Yu's breath. At first, it appeared as a small flame, but soon it became a raging inferno. Enjoy new stories from empire

The flames instantly surrounded Xu Jianglin, eliciting a heart-wrenching scream from him.

A black radiance flickered over his body, and dark scales could faintly be seen amidst his thick fur. Yet, these scales were still unable to block the blazing fire.

Xu Jianglin jumped into the Sea of Blood, hoping to extinguish the flames on his body. However, this fire was not of this mortal coil. Drawing energy from Lu Yu's mana and leveraging the inherent properties of the Fire Brick, the Samadhi True Fire it emitted was unquenchable. Xu Jianglin's attempt to douse the flames with the Sea of Blood was nothing more than a fool's dream.

Instead, the Sea of Blood was ignited by the flames, sending a thick stench of blood skyrocketing. Xue Wuyi's face also showed a pained expression—as within just a short time, much of his painstakingly accumulated Sea of Blood had been burnt away.

As the fierce flames burned his body, it was nothing less than torture for Xu Jianglin, who, having no other choice, dealt with the fire by spreading it to the werewolves under his command.

In the encampment of the Black Armored Army in Zhongzhou, the werewolves served as Xu Jianglin's trump card, maintaining human appearances and being directly commanded by Black Back.

Xu Jianglin usually had strict disciplinary requirements for his troops. His temperament, somewhat brutal, ensured that although the atmosphere in the camp was oppressive, it was well-ordered. However, that day, the Black Armored Army's camp was thrown into chaos by the inexplicable flames and the werewolves gradually transforming within them, spreading terror throughout the whole troop.

The soldiers, seeing their familiar comrades transforming into monsters and wailing in the flames, panicked, unsure of what to do. Some, overlooking the horrific visages of these creatures and remembering past camaraderie, hurried to pour water to douse the flames, only to find that the flames grew even wilder upon contact with water.

This bizarre fire left them dumbfounded, forcing them to watch quietly as the werewolves were burned to ash, their minds filled with doubts—these people had once been ordinary humans, how had they turned into monstrous beings?

It didn't take long for them to recall the selection of elite troops within the army. These people were all from the Elite Troops Camp, and they also remembered those who had been unaccounted for, presumably dead by now. This realization sent chills down their spines, making them feel as if they were in a den of dragons and tigers, and planting in their hearts the desire to escape.

After waiting a long time without seeing their general appear, they secretly speculated whether today's incident was related to their commander, and those with quicker wits had already begun making other plans.

"Have you heard? The general is missing?"

"It's all over the camp. We all saw the eerie flames and terrifying monsters. Everyone is saying our general is actually a demon!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down. Do you want to get me killed? The situation looks bad; it's best to make plans early."

Similar conversations had already spread throughout the camp, creating widespread panic. Deserters had begun to appear. However, Black Back had no mood to handle these fleeing soldiers, and with no news from Xu Jianglin, the bizarre flames continued to burn the werewolves. He had begun to harbor a suspicion.