Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao

On the banks of the Wei River, Fuxi played the guqin as usual, the sounds mellifluous, drawing nearby birds to flutter around him and chirp crisply in harmony with the music.

A small white turtle was earnestly listening to the music under the water, ceaselessly blowing bubbles from its mouth.

Suddenly, the music paused, and a smile appeared on Fuxi's face as he said, "Whichever friend is spying, you might as well come out."

Above the water, a column of water shot up into the sky and transformed into a ferocious giant dragon in midair. Its blue scales shimmered under the sunlight, and the ghastly dragon horns flashed with a ghostly light, with faint traces of blood visible—marks left from its recent pursuits of formidable races within Primordial Chaos.

"So it's the Water Dragon King. We've never had any dealings before, what brings you here today?" Fuxi frowned slightly and said, as he and this dragon king were not acquainted, moreover, he had heard that the Water Dragon King had been hunting down races in Primordial Chaos for some time, and he wondered why he had come here now.

"Nothing much, I've long heard about your unmatched Divine Skills, Fuxi, and wanted to seek some guidance," said the Water Dragon King lightly, but the murderous intent in his eyes could not be hidden.

Although Fuxi seldom interfered with the affairs of the outside world, he was exceedingly astute. With a bit of thought, he understood and asked with a smile, "Could this be about the matter of the Heavenly General's merit? If I'm not mistaken, the human race created by my sister Nuwa will play the pivotal role in the cosmos."

Having realized this, Fuxi naturally understood the gravity of the situation. However, there wasn't the slightest trace of fear on his face; he smiled calmly and said, "It seems that today the Dragon Clan has indeed set their sights on killing me."

"You understand, that's good. This is a conflict of races; naturally, it's a matter of life and death," said the Water Dragon King coldly.

Numerous water columns, sharp as steel swords, surged from all over the world towards Fuxi, who gently stroked the ancient guqin. The soaring music created an invisible barrier that blocked all the powerful water columns outside.

The Water Dragon King suddenly felt dizzy and instantly knew that there was something wrong with Fuxi's music. He used his Mana to plug his ears, but it was futile; the music seemed to arise from within his own heart, disturbing his mind and disrupting his Mana.

The music abruptly changed, with a sound like clashing gold and iron, as invisible blades rushed towards the Water Dragon King, leaving white marks on his body.

The Water Dragon King's gaze began to grow grave. Compared to Nuwa's bright and brilliant talents, her brother Fuxi might have seemed somewhat lackluster, famous only for his passion for music, but today, upon clashing, the Water Dragon King realized Fuxi was anything but ordinary, having merely concealed his sharpness on ordinary days.

"This fellow is somewhat troublesome, strike quickly, otherwise, it'll be troublesome if Nuwa comes over," shouted the Water Dragon King.

From within the dense forest, all the leaves took flight, transforming into a giant dragon in midair, and emitted a roaring sound.

At the same time, the earth began to tremble as a fearsome giant dragon emerged from the ground, its golden scales covered with spike-like thorns.

Seeing this, Fuxi laughed and said, "What honor for me, Fuxi, to have three Dragon Kings take action against me together. I'm indeed flattered."

The three Dragon Kings couldn't help but feel surprised at this sight; something about Fuxi's behavior seemed off. However, they were already like arrows on a drawn bow, unable to halt their attack, and no matter what they had to kill Fuxi today.

The Water Dragon King stirred up a huge wave, while green thorns grew over the land, emitting an aroma that could plunge one's soul into slumber. The Earth Dragon King brought forth five towering mountains, suspending them above Fuxi's head.

Yet Fuxi remained calm and composed, continuing to gently play his zither. The sound of the zither became his most powerful weapon, as invisible sound waves constantly assailed the three Dragon Kings.

As the mountains and water waves approached, Fuxi raised his hand towards the sky and five never-before-seen patterns appeared out of thin air, swiftly descending. The mountains plummeting down and the surging waves seemed to enter another world, instantly losing their momentum.

The three Dragon Kings had never seen such a technique and asked in surprise, "What kind of skill is this?"

Fuxi simply smiled and replied, "This is what I've understood from observing heaven and earth, called the Eight Trigrams."

Meanwhile, Fuxi sighed inwardly. His newly forged Eight Trigrams Grass had yet to reveal its true power, but he didn't have much time left. He had long known that today would be his day of demise, but to exchange his own life for a celestial path for his sister was worth it. Enjoy new tales from My Virtual Library Empire

Otherwise, with his understanding of the Eight Trigrams and mastery in divination, how could he have easily allowed himself to fall into such a dangerous predicament?

At this moment, however, the killing intent in the three Dragon Kings grew even stronger. Such a person must not be left alive. Even as proud beings, they felt an inexplicable fear in their hearts when facing this young man with a smiling face, just like that young Taoist who preached not long ago, inscrutable.

The power of the Dragon Clan was innate; they possessed Mana from birth, with the ability to summon wind and rain, and their physical bodies were robust, impervious to common attacks which couldn't even break their dragon scales. Hence, for them, comprehending the Great Dao of heaven and earth was an act only for the weak. They could naturally reach that level with growth. Because of this mindset, the Dragon Clan's laziness was notorious in the Primordial Chaos.

However, as time passed, especially after a youth named Hong Jun began to teach the Taoist Laws, many in the Dragon Clan began to realize their shortcomings and started to take these cultivators seriously. It was then that they astonishingly found out how much the formidable Dragon Clan had fallen behind. Amazing talents continuously emerged in the world, each possessing miraculous Spells, which were quite troublesome.

Thus, many from the Dragon Clan also began to learn the Taoist Laws and started on the path of cultivation, among which the Ancestral Dragon, now in reclusion, was a prime example.

The three Dragon Kings were well aware of what Fuxi's techniques implied. If they allowed him to grow unchecked, the consequences would be dire. The Dragon Clan would gain a formidable enemy. Their only option was to nip him in the bud. At this moment, the three Dragon Kings exchanged glances, seeing the resolution in each other's eyes.

Thunderous dragon roars echoed through heaven and earth, as they finally unleashed all their strength. Being Dragon Kings of the Dragon Clan, they were innately beings of immense power, each holding dominion over aspects of the cosmos.

Now fully exerted, the entire Wei River transformed into an apocalyptic scene. Their mighty forces swept over the area, repositioning mountains, annihilating forests, and causing boulders to fall. The impact of the colliding forces produced a thunderous noise.

In the center of this terrifying spectacle stood Fuxi, surrounded by the Eight Trigrams, conjuring earth, wind, water, fire, resistant to all laws.