Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 279 - 57 The Soap Sculpture Flag

As master and disciples were conversing, the scene before their eyes suddenly darkened. Looking up, they saw that the sky, which had been clear and boundless, had now turned dim.

Clouds and fog from nowhere covered the sky, obscuring the sun and the moon. Day and night blended into darkness, presenting an apocalyptic vista.

The group had never seen such a sight, and they couldn’t help but gape. Big Black Donkey, beside them, cried out in fear, "Is the sky falling?"

Liu Qingyun also turned to look at Lu Yu, his eyes filled with an indelible fear.

"Sir, what is happening?"

Lu Yu gazed at the darkened sky, lost in thought for a while. By his estimation, this was precisely the time the Monkey should have arrived at Flat Top Mountain, probably using this conjuration to deceive the two Little Demons in order to exchange for the Magical Treasures in their hands. Experience tales at novelbuddy

"Rest assured, it’s merely someone using a Magical Treasure to conceal the sky. It will return to normal before long."

The calm certainty in Lu Yu’s words steadied those who were afraid. Liu Qingyun stared blankly at the sky, murmuring to himself, "What kind of Magical Treasure is this, to possess such power?"

"It is the Silk Tree Flag, a Magical Treasure of the Great Emperor Zhen Wu, capable of concealing heaven and earth," Lu Yu said softly.

In truth, his heart was greatly shocked. He had once read Journey to the West and thought this Magical Treasure could only screen the sun, the moon, and the stars, counting for little in terms of potency.

Now, experiencing it firsthand and witnessing its might, he understood the terror of the Magical Treasure. If the concealment lasted too long, the earth would turn into desolation, and all life would perish.

The vast fog, with no known origin, brought a fear that stemmed from the depths of the soul to all living things.

"Who would have thought, after so many years, I would see the sky and sun concealed once again," murmured Master Zhenyuan of Wuzhuang Temple as he gazed at the dim earth and sky.

By his side, Qingfeng asked, "Ancestor Master, have you seen such a thing before?"

But Master Zhenyuan sighed lightly and said, "It’s all a matter of the distant past. During the great calamity of the Dragon Clan, a preeminent Divine Spirit known as Yun Zhongzi did just this – he veiled the skies, causing all things to cease growing, and an eternal winter to reign, leading to countless creatures perishing in that disaster. It was also what laid the groundwork for his own downfall."

Memories of that enduring war flooded his mind—Celestial Gods and the Dragon Clan went mad in battle, each unleashing their ultimate powers, leaving the three realms in ruins, with many primordial races falling at that time.

Undoubtedly, Yun Zhongzi was the most dazzling figure among them. Even the imposing Eastern Emperor could not overshadow his brilliance. This carefree-looking Innate Great Divine Spirit, on that day, manifested overwhelming might. The boundless clouds and fog concealed the sun, the moon, and the stars, bringing cold and death to the earth. This was why he was known as a Divine Spirit second only to the Eastern Emperor.

"Could it be that this Ancient God has revived?" Qingfeng asked in astonishment. This was no trivial matter—if such a powerful Divine Spirit were to return to the world, the outcome would be unpredictable.

However, Master Zhenyuan laughed and said, "You’re worrying needlessly. Yun Zhongzi is dead beyond any possibility of revival. He can never be brought back to life," Master Zhenyuan affirmed with exceptional certainty.

"But this..." Qingfeng was puzzled. If this Divine Spirit had truly fallen for good, why would there still be an instance of the sky and sun being veiled?

"Though Yun Zhongzi is dead, his body and authority transformed into a Magical Treasure, known as: the Silk Tree Flag."

"You should be familiar with this Magical Treasure." Master Zhenyuan said with a smile.

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"How could I be, I’ve never seen it before." Qingfeng shook his head. In his memory, he had never heard of this Magical Treasure, and he wondered why his ancestor might say he should know it.

"This Magical Treasure is now in the hands of Zhen Wu."

Only then did Qingfeng remember that Great Emperor Zhen Wu indeed had a black flag with cloud patterns, but he had never seen him use it. It was precisely because of this that he hadn’t thought of it immediately.

"Who would have thought that little flag could be so powerful!" Qingfeng murmured to himself. He found it hard to connect the little flag from his memory with the spectacle that was now blotting out the sky.

"Precisely because it’s too powerful, Zhen Wu has almost never used it, for it would bring calamity to all living beings. I never expected that he would resort to using it this time. It really foretells a great disaster, stirring up a storm."

"What kind of enemy could have made the Nine Heavens Demon-Dispelling Ancestor use this Magical Treasure?" Qingfeng asked wonderingly.

But Master Zhenyuan simply smiled slightly and said, "In today’s world, with Saints high above us, who can make waves? It seems that only matters regarding the Journey to the West can prompt its use. It should return to normal before long."

Sure enough, no sooner had Master Zhenyuan’s voice faded than the sky cleared, the fierce sun blazed overhead, and everything returned to its previous state.

People began to cheer and leap for joy. In that recent moment, they had thought the world was about to end; otherwise, how could such a terrifying scene have occurred? Now that everything was back to normal, many couldn’t help but shed tears.

Atop Zhongnan Mountain, where towering peaks were often shrouded in mists, Yun Zhongzi gazed at the sky, lost in a daze, his thoughts unknown. His friend, Golden Cauldron Taoist, came over, laughing, and said, "What do you feel, seeing this familiar scene again?"

Yun Zhongzi let out a slight sigh and said, "What fault did the living beings possess? I was wrong back then."

"Haha, it’s not easy to make you admit a mistake. You should finally let go of the past."

"Yes, everything is in the past now. There is no longer Yun Zhongjun in the world, only Yun Zhongzi." Yun Zhongzi spoke softly, and a powerful aura began to emanate from him.

Meanwhile, in a world wreathed in mist, beneath the Fusang Tree wrapped in golden flames, the Taoist opened his eyes and looked across the Three Realms, a different kind of smile hanging on his face, "Yun Zhongjun, ah!"

On Mountain Luoxia, people had recovered from their fright and, appreciating the beauty around them, couldn’t help but smile happily. Such a world was what they cherished.

However, Lu Yu was surprised as he looked up, the words "Yun Zhongjun" echoing in his ears. His eyes peered through the sky and rested on that mist-entwined world, seeing the Taoist sitting under the Fusang Tree.

The Taoist slightly nodded at Lu Yu, causing him to startle. He saw the Gourd floating beside the Taoist, with astonishing murderous intent, and the name "Lord Lu Ya" flashed through his mind.

This was a legendary figure known for demonstrating his power in the battle of Divine Enthronement, with the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife that could kill Immortal Gods, and the Seven-Arrow Nail Head Scripture that possessed inscrutable powers against Ghost Deities.

Why such a figure would nod at him and what the title "Yun Zhongjun" signified, Lu Yu couldn’t guess. Beings as powerful as they had long transcended his experience and understanding, so grasping their psychology and predicting their actions were no simple tasks.

"Master, what’s wrong?" Liu Qingyun asked with concern from nearby. Just now, he had sensed a special aura, fleeting as it disappeared.