Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 391 - 168 Demon Realm

They only heard a rumbling sound, and then they realized it was Bajie's stomach growling.

Bajie said somewhat embarrassedly, "It seems I underestimated the power of these rules; my stomach is really struggling to cope now."

The four disciples looked at each other and burst into laughter.

The psychological pressure from the continuous battles dissipated, and Monkey was very happy watching this scene.

Let's not talk about how Monkey used the Plantain Fan to extinguish the flames or how he bid farewell to the Bull Demon King and his wife.

Meanwhile, the Demon Lord brought the Patriarch of the Nether River to a mysterious area.

This was a pitch-dark world filled with demonic aura in every corner. If Buddha were to arrive here, he might be corrupted by the demonic aura in an instant.

"What is this place?" Patriarch of the Nether River asked somewhat surprised.

The Demon Lord walked forward slowly, smiling, "This is the future Demon Realm!"

"Demon Realm?" Patriarch of the Nether River was puzzled.

"Yes, Demon Realm. When All Saints transcend, it is inevitable to reshape heaven and earth; I will take this opportunity to establish the Demon Realm among them. If I fail to seize Buddha's Fruit of Tao, this place will be where I regenerate. Of course, if I succeed, I will grant it to you. What do you think?" The Demon Lord's face wore a smile, clearly very pleased with his arrangement.

"Really?" Patriarch of the Nether River did not believe it; the man before him was not someone of good sort, the notorious Demon Lord, known throughout the three realms for his cunning and manipulation of hearts, he dared not believe a word from him.

"Of course, there's a condition. I can share this world with you, and you will be able to spread your Sea of Blood here. However, if I fail, I will naturally return to this world, and then you must serve as my protector, safeguarding me until I grow strong."

This statement by the Demon Lord relaxed the Patriarch of the Nether River's guard somewhat; it made sense—after all, why would the Demon Lord, who was not one to sacrifice for others, impose such conditions if not for a selfish scheme.

"You keep talking about corrupting Tathagata, yet you've already begun preparing a way out for yourself," Patriarch of the Nether River said with a laugh.

"Buddha managed to rise amidst the ranks of All Saints in a short period and grasped the chance for transcendence. Facing such an opponent, it is natural to consider defeat before victory," the Demon Lord replied, gently shaking his head, his words laden with admiration for Tathagata.

It is often said that the person who knows you best is your adversary. Having opposed Tathagata for many years, if anyone in the three realms understood him, it would be him, and because of this, he was deeply aware of how formidable Tathagata was—the tip of the iceberg that is now visible was enough to cause great misfortune to any who underestimated him.

Patriarch of the Nether River nodded, his wariness towards Tathagata increasing a notch.

Then, the Demon Lord continued, "You can relocate your Sea of Blood here which would be more convenient in the future, as I will not be staying here."

The Patriarch of the Nether River verbally agreed, but his mind harbored other thoughts; he had not forgotten who the person before him truly was, and he could not truly let his guard down.

Having said this, the Demon Lord's figure gradually faded from this world, complaining before he left, "My true self is indeed thick-headed, to inexplicably lose an incarnation, how torturous for me!"

The tone was filled with lamentation, as if it was accusing fate of being unfair, echoing slowly in this world.

Patriarch of the Nether River looked towards the place where the Demon Lord had disappeared and, after a long while, finally relaxed, relieved that he was gone. In the presence of the Demon Lord, the pressure on the Patriarch of the Nether River was immense—one could never predict the whims of a madman. Experience more tales on novelbuddy

He surveyed his surroundings, tentatively releasing his Sea of Blood. Since he had obtained the Rules of Water, he could finally fully manipulate the Sea of Blood and keep it by his side.

The Sea of Blood slowly spread in this dark world filled with demonic intent, and in no time, it had occupied a large area.

Patriarch of the Nether River scrutinized every space and corner, but found nothing amiss. He murmured to himself, "Is it really unguarded?"

This world turned out to be truly ownerless. That meant, if Patriarch of the Nether River wished, he could take over this world instantly and make it his own.

He did not know what exactly the Demon Lord was planning. Could it truly just be a fallback plan for himself? At that moment, Patriarch of the Nether River was confused; he could not figure out the mentality of a madman.

"No matter, since there is no fallback, I won't be polite," Patriarch of the Nether River said with a slight smile on his face. After all, it was an ownerless world and possessing it would tremendously enhance his own power—the temptation was too great to resist.

Eventually, Patriarch of the Nether River gritted his teeth and released the entire Sea of Blood. Torrents of blood surged continuously from his side, and soon, a vast expanse of Wang Yang appeared in this world, bringing a swath of blood-red to the dark heavens and earth.

Patriarch of the Nether River's expression was tense as he slowly sensed his surroundings. It took quite a while before he finally relaxed. He had been on high alert; if something had gone wrong, he would have escaped at the cost of abandoning the Sea of Blood.

However, the turn of events was beyond his expectations— the Demon Lord really had left no other measures in place, and he effortlessly gained control of the world.

A brilliant smile finally appeared on the face of Patriarch of the Nether River. With a gentle wave of his hand, the Sea of Blood began to churn, splitting into a tributary that defied the current and instantly created the River of Blood.

Afterward, he immersed his mind into the heavens and earth, and the Sea of Blood roared, sending a colossal column of bloody water soaring into the sky, turning into red clouds above.

The clouds floated over the land, and from them fell blood rain, gathering on the ground into the River of Blood, flowing downstream, eventually returning to the Sea of Blood.

Time and again, Patriarch of the Nether River successfully established a water cycle in this realm. He looked over the world he had transformed with satisfaction— from now on, it would belong solely to him.

At this moment, Patriarch of the Nether River could finally tally up his gains. The three Rules of Water had completely integrated into the Sea of Blood. The once incomplete foundation due to the lack of rules had been repaired, and the bottleneck that had troubled him for years had completely disappeared.

"It's just a pity that the Rules were damaged by the Mysterious Figure, making them incomplete, requiring time to slowly repair. But at least I see the dawn. When I break through the Realm, Maitreya, Ksitigarbha, I will make you pay, and that Mysterious Figure, I will definitely find your true identity!" Patriarch of the Nether River muttered through gritted teeth.

"Once I merge the authority, my power will rise to another level," Patriarch of the Nether River hadn't forgotten that within these rules was also an authority that once belonged solely to Lady Xiang.

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With a gentle wave of his hand, a mysterious aura flickered in the Sea of Blood—it was Patriarch of the Nether River separating the authority.

But at that moment, he suddenly shouted in frustration, "Where is my authority?" His voice echoed in the world, lingering for a long time.