Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao

The ghost crocodile in front of him had only one ghostly face on its back, indicating it was just a juvenile, likely fresh from the embrace of its parents. Nonetheless, Arthur felt no joy in his heart; he knew that even a juvenile ghost crocodile was beyond his ability to defeat.

"I never imagined Arthur would die here, consumed by a ghost crocodile, my soul unable to rest—an absurd jest indeed," Arthur murmured disheartenedly.

He used to hold his ambitions as high as the heavens, always feeling that he was the protagonist of this world. Born as the heir to a territory, he advanced his training rapidly, quickly leaving everyone behind.

Unexpectedly, a person whom he had once overwhelmingly suppressed suddenly transformed into an unparalleled genius. In a short span, this person had surpassed him in strength, seized his territory, and turned him into a desperate fugitive. Now, that person was enjoying everything that should have belonged to him in the territory, while he could only wait silently for death here, his soul destined to be driven by the ghost crocodile even after death.

With these thoughts, Arthur felt even more desolate inside. He slowly lay down on the ground, silently awaiting the arrival of death.

This moment seemed to drag on forever. Arthur realized that waiting for death was such a prolonged affair, and so painful that it even somewhat lessened his despair.

Unable to wait any longer, Arthur opened his tightly shut eyes, hoping to see how close the ghost crocodile was. Just then, he noticed a man clad in strange attire had appeared before him without him knowing when.

The man's long, green robe was of an unknown material that looked very silky, and his black hair was held back by an inconspicuous ebony pin, creating a unique allure.

"Black hair!" Arthur muttered to himself. He had never seen anyone with black hair, and it even frightened him a bit, for in this world, all things black represented strangeness and ominousness.

However, the man before him did not give off a feeling of strangeness or ominousness; rather, there was a very comfortable aura about him that made Arthur involuntarily recall his childhood, that most wonderful time of his life.

Feeling a sudden fondness for the man before him, and seeing him standing right in front, Arthur quickly cautioned, "Be careful, friend. The ghost crocodile is very powerful."

No sooner had he spoken than he witnessed a scene that utterly astonished him. The man, who didn't look particularly strong, gently pinched the ghost crocodile's mouth and slowly lifted it up as though it were just a piece of dead wood.

"So, this thing is called a ghost crocodile, huh? Quite fitting," the man said.

Though Arthur saw the man's lips moving, not a sound reached his ears. Yet, he could distinctly understand what the man was saying, a weird sensation that made his heart clench. Could this man before him be the legendary demon?

In fact, his worry was unfounded. The reason for this was that he was hearing the voice sent through the divine sense by Lu Yu, as this world surprisingly did not use the common language of the Three Realms, but rather had developed a completely different linguistic system.

During their communication, Lu Yu's divine sense quickly made contact with Arthur, and in an instant, countless memories flooded into his mind. Arthur's brain did not produce divine sense, and for this reason, the process of Lu Yu gaining information was unexpectedly smooth, his immense soul power overwhelming Arthur's open mind.

"Be careful, the ghost crocodile is not yet dead." Just then, Arthur saw the ghost crocodile in the Mysterious Figure's hands, its ghostly face suddenly emitting a blood-red light—this was the ghost crocodile driving the soul confined within its body.

Lu Yu turned his head and saw the fierce ghost face that had grown on the ghost crocodile's back. He pulled a slight smile; this creature did carry a bit of the essence of the Three Realms after all.

The fierce ghost face emitted piercing screams, causing Arthur's headache to intensify. Then, he saw the ghost face rushing towards Lu Yu with incredible speed.

Lu Yu opened his mouth, his lips slightly moved, and scriptures leapt out, accompanied by a golden glow that seemed to appear around him. Upon hearing these scriptures, the ghostly face initially seemed confused, but soon flames seemed to ignite upon its body.

In just an instant, the flames began to blaze fiercely, leaving Arthur stunned and muttering to himself, "Golden flames!"

From his birth until now, be it what he had seen or heard, he had never known about golden flames. He felt that everything happening today was overturning his understanding.

Though unfamiliar with the golden flames, he was astonished to discover that they seemed extremely effective against the ghostly face. The once fierce and terrifying visage seemed to become like a beast ready for slaughter in front of the flames, showing not the slightest hint of resistance. Instead, as the flames burned, the ferocity on the ghost's face gradually subsided, transforming into the appearance of a normal person. It bowed deeply in gratitude to Lu Yu and then slowly faded away into the cosmos.

"Hmm, the Soul-Reaping Messenger didn't appear," Lu Yu murmured softly.

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He could clearly feel that the soul before him had completely dissipated into the cosmos and had not entered the cycle of reincarnation, nor was there any trace of the Underworld, but the soul told him this world still belonged to the three realms.

"Interesting, could this be the edge of the world?" Lu Yu speculated.

"Are you perhaps the legendary Divine Spirit?" Arthur's voice, filled with excitement, rang out beside Lu Yu.

The scene he had just witnessed was soul-stirring, and he could only conclude that the person before him was a legendary Divine Spirit, as only a Divine Spirit could wield such mighty power.

"Divine Spirit?" Lu Yu murmured softly, holding the ghost crocodile in one hand.

He had not expected that this world also harbored Divine Spirits and was instantly filled with curiosity about this world.

"Unfortunately, I am not a Divine Spirit. Can you describe what you know of Divine Spirits?" Lu Yu asked softly.

This time, Arthur clearly heard the other's words, which were warm and inviting, compelling him to lower his guard.

"A Divine Spirit is the protector of every territory. No one can defy the will of a Divine Spirit. Everyone must offer their most devout faith every day, follow the Divine Spirit's guidance, and not betray them,"

"The great Divine Spirits are the source of the world; they hold sway over life and death, creation and destruction. Each Divine Spirit is a favored child of the world, a grand being that governs the world."

Arthur detailed his knowledge of Divine Spirits to Lu Yu. In Arthur's words, the Divine Spirits of this world seemed omnipotent. However, Lu Yu scoffed at this. Even a Saint would not dare claim to be all-knowing and all-powerful, and even the Ancestral Master, who had attained transcendence, wouldn't boast so grandly.

Yet according to Arthur, every territory's Divine Spirit here seemed all-knowing and all-powerful, clearly an exaggeration. However, Lu Yu did not argue but listened intently to Arthur's explanations.

After all, his arrival in this world was due to manipulations from the Purple Cloud Palace, and he had felt a formidable power in this world, indicating that it was not as straightforward as it seemed. There must be something hidden deeper.

As Arthur continued to relay the information on Divine Spirits he knew, he covertly scrutinized the Mysterious Figure before him. In his understanding, only legendary Divine Spirits could accomplish what he had seen. But judging by Lu Yu's reaction, he seemed not to be a Divine Spirit, which left only one other possibility – that of the legendary Demon.