Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 596 - 329: Harvest

Those powerful beings came and left quickly; it wasn't long before Lu Yu had returned to normal, the previous pain feeling like nothing more than a fleeting dream.

However, at this moment, he appeared extremely disheveled, his whole body soaked in sweat, the blue robe seeming as though it had been drenched in water, with sweat even dripping off the fabric.

It was only a moment's effort, yet to his senses, it felt as if countless years had passed. Ever since his cultivation had succeeded, he had never experienced such agony, a pain as if his soul was being torn apart.

The Little White Snake by his side didn't know what had happened, but its keen senses detected the change in Lu Yu's aura and felt the vast, boundless power.

The paleness of Lu Yu's face made it continuously whimper, ceaselessly nudging him gently with its head, hoping its master would pull through.

"Thank you, I feel much better," Lu Yu said softly as he gently stroked Little White Snake's head. As time passed, the pain gradually subsided, and his aura slowly returned to normal.

The Little White Snake made joyful sounds of delight, bright light flashing in its eyes, clearly sensing that its master was back to normal.

He sighed softly, "That was close, the majesty of a Saint is indeed beyond my comprehension."

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The brief moment of intense pain brought significant gains. Now, his mind was filled with new insights into the Great Dao and knowledge of the Laws – gifts from All Saints. Additionally, his mind was brimming with knowledge about the Holy Light, including the ultimate path of faith, which was unmistakably the power of that Lord.

Clearly, this powerful being from beyond had used this opportunity to reach some agreement with the Saints of the three realms, but such matters were beyond what a minor figure like Lu Yu could speculate about.

Lu Yu sat cross-legged, beginning to regulate his body. The soul-deep agony required gradual recovery. Little White Snake, meanwhile, vigilantly watched the surroundings, protecting its master.

His consciousness sunk into his spirit, a world now riddled with countless wounds. The azure sea within had been completely evaporated by the power of the Saints, and that was with them holding back their strength. The fearsome power still lingered within his spirit, and through it, Lu Yu could clearly perceive the power of each of the mighty beings.

This was a gift from the Saints, compensation for using his spirit, and Lu Yu continued to wander in this world of his spirit, slowly beginning to heal the ravaged landscape.

Scars of the soul take a long time to mend. Violent forces within his spirit appeared and disappeared intermittently, and Lu Yu had to divide his attention to pacify this turbulent power; otherwise, it would continue to damage the spirit, preventing the wounds from ever healing.

Thanks to the impact, Lu Yu was pleasantly surprised to find his spirit world greatly expanded, beginning to take shape. Given enough time, he would be able to condense and crown the Flower of God—truly a blessing in disguise.

A light shone briefly, and an apparition of the six paths of Reincarnation slowly rose from the sea of his spirit. This was a power left by Empress Hou Tu, containing the essence of Reincarnation, and it was clear that this gentle force had been left for him by Empress Hou Tu, which Lu Yu easily subdued.

And this power arrived just in time. To thoroughly resolve the Land of Death required the power of Reincarnation, but Lu Yu's grasp of it was still superficial, making him feel powerless. However, with Empress Hou Tu's power, it was enough.

With this gain, Lu Yu felt even more anticipation toward his healing journey, curious about what other wonderful things the Saints may have left for him.

As he was thinking this, great waves surged in his spirit sea, as if some terrifying entity were about to emerge.

Immediately afterward, four Treasured Swords flew out from the seabed, carrying an aura of destruction. Lu Yu couldn't believe his eyes; he clearly saw the names on the four swords: Zhu Xian, Xian Xian, Jue Xian, Lu Xian.

"It's the Zhu Xian Four Swords," Lu Yu murmured to himself. He had long heard of these four instruments of slaughter but had never seen their true form, and now here they were before him.

Swords with spirits, sensing Lu Yu's presence, flew to his side with a sword cry. Soon, complex information entered Lu Yu's mind—it was the method to deploy the Zhu Xian Formation. With it and the Zhu Xian Four Swords, Lu Yu could reproduce the Great Zhu Xian Formation in this world.

"What a generous gift," Lu Yu said to himself. Empowered with this, he had complete confidence; the Zhu Xian Sword Array would require four Saints to break it, and although he wasn't very strong, setting up such a Killing Array would be enough to suppress everything.

At the same time, he also speculated that the Saints always acted meticulously, and leaving the Zhu Xian Sword Array probably was to guard against that terrifying existence from beyond the skies. This thought tempered the joy in Lu Yu's heart.

He set aside the joy and began to meticulously repair his spirit world.

Elsewhere, Arthur merely sensed that the great being before him had withdrawn his gaze after a fleeting glance, not realizing that in that instant, this self-proclaimed Lord had made a brief interdimensional meeting with the Saints of the three realms through him.

This existence, seated atop the Sacred Mountain, let out a slight smile, and instantly the heavens and the earth rejoiced. All creatures, including Arthur, felt a sense of joy emerge from the depths of their souls, and the whole Sacred Mountain was bathed in bright Holy Light.