Yan Luoniang suddenly spoke up and said: You can't kill the Carp Spirit.

  At this moment, she seemed to have transformed, her expression was surprisingly calm, with a kind of clarity that pierced through life and death.

  For Yan Luo's calmness, Chen Jing seemed to have not felt it, he silently looked at the river surface, the sword in his hand reflecting light in the sunlight. After a long time, he said: I will cultivate here.

  Zhen Jing's words made Yan Luo Nang understand what he meant, and she was somewhat surprised by Zhen Jing's determination.

  The carp spirit probably didn't appear for several days because it was injured, and others didn't know where the carp spirit was hurt, but Chen Jing knew that it was just pierced in its eyes.

  For several days, no one in Heqian Village dared to fish, and everyone was watching Chen Jing, waiting for him to lose patience and leave. But what surprised them was that Chen Jing seemed to really plan to stay here for a long time, sitting day and night on the embankment in front of the River God Temple, meditating quietly, often stroking his sword with his hand, with a focused expression.

  The people of Heqian Village didn't understand cultivation, but they knew that there were many cultivators in the world and even more demonic spirits. So as soon as they saw Chen Jing's appearance, they knew he was a cultivator.

  The wind blew and the rain poured down, day and night, but Chen Jing sat there, not entering the River God Temple. Everyone thought he was determined, unlike the monk who had failed to kill the carp spirit before and left.

  Chen Jing didn't enter the River God Temple because there was a river god inside, he didn't know before, so he lived in it, now he knows, so he doesn't want to go in again.

  Whether it's an immortal or a spirit, unless they are close friends, they won't enter someone else's cave. The River God Temple can be said to be the River God's cave.

  The sky is thin and cloudy, a clear moon rises, in the moonlight, a person sits alone on the riverbank, one hand gently stroking the sword body, between the hand and the sword, there is a faint mist rising.

  In the River God Temple, white mist rose and the River God appeared in the temple. He leaned on a dark wooden staff, his hair was white and he looked even weaker than before.

  Chen Gongzi, if you obtain the position of River God, you will surely be able to govern the carp spirit in the river.

  Chen Jing sat quietly, without making a sound.

  To the people of Heqian Village, Chen Jing seemed to be settling down here for good. But before long, the Carp Spirit appeared, with waves surging and dark clouds rolling in the sky.

  The villagers of Heqian Village, who were paying attention to Chen Jing at all times, were one by one shocked and lost. Fortunately, Chen Jing was just sitting on the riverbank, and he didn't retreat at all. All they saw was that the sword in his hand was getting brighter and brighter, as if it had already come to life and was struggling to break free from Chen Jing's control. As time passed, the sword light flickered, submerging Chen Jing's hands so that they couldn't be seen clearly. Finally, at the moment when the light was most intense, it shook off Chen Jing's hand, let out a sharp whine, and shot up into the sky. The sword was exceptionally dazzling in the dark sky, wandering aimlessly like a swimming dragon, performing an unpredictable dance.

  Sword sword shocking thrust, from high to low, like a flying dragon, like lightning.

  The uniqueness of swordsmanship lies in the concentration of one's own magical powers, which is much more difficult to practice than other spells, but after mastering it, its power is several times greater. Chen Jing started cultivating his sword from a young age and began practicing Qi three years ago. His magical powers are naturally far inferior to those of the Carp Spirit in the river, but the Carp Spirit doesn't know any magic, it just instinctively uses its magical powers to protect itself and stir up waves.

  The carp spirit let out a loud roar in the river, emitting an ear-piercing screech. However, all it knew was how to stir up waves and water, so despite having much stronger magical powers than Chen Jing, it couldn't do anything else to him.

  For several days in a row, the river surface was covered with dark clouds.

  The people of Heqian Village couldn't tell who had the upper hand, but they knew that Chen Jing wanted to kill the Carp Spirit wouldn't be easy.

  So, during the spare time of Chen Jing's battle with the Carp Demon, Yan Luoniang came to Chen Jing's side again, and it seemed that everyone in Heqian Village had made up their minds not to contact Chen Jing.

  She looked at Chen Jing and said: You are a person with immortal methods, why must you be here? If you have the heart, when your divine powers are fully developed in the future, you can return to Xiu Chun Wan again. The entire Junling Town will be grateful.

  Chen Jing wasn't surprised that she had come to call him away, but he was somewhat taken aback by her choice of words. Not at all like a fisherman's daughter, she actually had the demeanor of a noble lady. Perhaps it was because she had experienced a life-or-death moment that she had undergone a transformation.

  He shook his head and said: I have received your kindness, but brought you disaster. How can I just leave?

  She fell silent for a moment before speaking again: As long as you can't kill the Carp Demon, the longer you stay here, the greater the disaster you'll bring to us.

  Don't worry, I'll kill it before I leave.

  Chen Jing looked at the river surface and said firmly.

  The people of Heqian Village need to fish and go down to the river in order to make a living. She said that, but then turned around and left.

  Watching her recede into the distance, thinking of her calm and peaceful eyes that day when she walked into the river with a hint of nostalgia, Chen Jing felt a sense of helplessness.

  After Yan Luo's departure, a call came from behind him: Chen Gongzi.

  Chen Jing turned back to look at the River God in the temple, who was like a withered candle in his later years.

  Chen Gongzi was invited into the temple, where a small deity had something to tell him.

  Chen Jing suddenly had a feeling that the river god might disappear at any moment. With a slight movement in his heart, he came to the River God Temple, and at such a close distance from the river god, he found him even more illusory.

  The River God said: Chen Gongzi, the swordsmanship you practice... Looking at Chen Gongzi's sword, it is not a congenital object. This sacrifice of the sword will be enough to exhaust your mental and physical strength, causing your vital energy to decline. It is almost impossible for you to achieve longevity in this life.

  What he said, Chen Jing would know better than anyone else, and how could he not know?

  If the River God is going to say this, then I'll take my leave. Chen Jing smiled and said.

  Hehe... The River God smiled and said: Chen Gongzi once said that gods have no freedom, but in fact you don't know, more than a thousand years ago, the Heavenly Court has already disappeared.

  He looked at Chen Jing's astonished eyes and said: Since the disappearance of the Heavenly Court a thousand years ago, the gods in the world have lost their way, and many divine positions have been taken away by monsters in the mountains. Otherwise, how could this Xiu Chun Wan allow that small carp spirit to make trouble?

  Chen Jing thought of a legend, which said that over a thousand years ago, on a certain night, all living things in the world had a dream. In the dream, the Milky Way poured down and swept away all living things. Some people also said that it was not the Milky Way, but a sword, a sword that fell from the vastness of the sky and transformed into a river of stars. From then on, there were no more immortals in the world, and no one could attain eternal life.

  The dragon king of the Jiang River disappeared at that time. Three hundred years ago, a Jiao Dragon obtained the Dao and somehow got the Dragon King's edict. One hundred years ago, when it passed through here, it injured me. Now, most of the river gods in the Jiang River are already under the control of the Jiao Dragon.

  Chen Jing had cultivated for so long, yet he never knew that the divine spirits in the world were already like this.

  The River God said: My faith has been lost, my magical powers can no longer be restored, and I will soon die. The imperial seal will also fall into the hands of the carp spirit in the river, and from then on, all living things in Quan Chun Wan will be enslaved by it.

  Chen Jing fell silent, himself also didn't know why he had an aversion to the gods of the world. Perhaps it was because Lao Jianke had intentionally or unintentionally said before that gods shouldn't exist in the world and all living things shouldn't kneel down to anyone.

  He slightly bowed his head as a sign of respect, then turned and left the River God Temple. But just as he was about to step out of the temple, the scene before his eyes suddenly changed.

  A mighty river rolled backwards, pouring directly into his soul, and Chen Jing's footsteps came to an immediate halt. In his mind, there was only the sound of waves crashing against the shore, as if he himself were a small fish in the turbulent waters, moving with the waves. When he slowly regained consciousness, a river stretched out before his eyes, its surface gleaming with light. The river lay within a vast expanse of darkness, as if it were the only thing that existed between heaven and earth.

  For a moment, Chen Jing had a feeling of the sky and earth disappearing.

  Suddenly, a majestic voice echoed in his ears: The River God of Qujiang respectfully informs the Great Emperor Yu Huang of great benevolence and virtue that he wishes to pass on the symbol of authority over Qujiang Spring to Chen Jing. He vows to protect this land and water, ensuring no harm in all four seasons, with favorable winds and rains.

  Following that, Chen Jing saw the river in the dark sky rushing towards him like a white water cascade. The light was soft and formless, refreshing his entire body. Immediately after, it transformed into icy coldness, pouring into his body from the top of his head, sweeping along his spine, spreading to his meridians, seeping into his bones and flesh, all the way to his soul.

  He stood frozen in place, his head raised to the sky, but his eyes were closed. In his mind's eye, however, there was a dazzling display of colors that coalesced into symbols and formed words he had never seen before. Yet, as soon as he saw them, he knew what they meant, as if he had always known.

  Mizuho no Jutsu, Mizuton no Jutsu, Kuryo no Jutsu, Ja no Fu, Goshin no Fu... Various Shinto incantations and a training method.

  These things flooded into Chen Jing's mind in an instant, and suddenly the sky and earth turned upside down. He didn't know where he was, and for a moment, there was a hallucination that his body had transformed into a river, as if the river was himself and he was the river.

  It's as if he himself is the river god, and his previous experiences were just a dream of Nanke.

  Embroidered Spring Bend Newly Appointed River God Chen Jing...

  A sound spread across tens of miles, majestic yet ethereal, directly resonating within people's souls, whether awake or asleep. Each one clearly heard this voice. However, the sound was fleeting, vanishing as suddenly as it appeared, like an illusion.

  Chen Jing woke up again, and the world in front of him was still this world, but he had a different feeling about that river. It seemed as if the river was his own body, yet there was still a barrier between them. At a glance, a layer of misty aura blocked the surface of the river.

  This is the Gazing Deity Method, in that instant just now, move according to one's heart/mind.

  Looking back, the River God Temple was empty and deserted, and the statue of the River God had turned into a pile of dust.

  "River God? I've obtained the position of River God."

  A slanting moonbeam shone into the River God Temple, illuminating the threshold that was almost worn away by human footsteps.

  A pair of gray cloth shoes in the moonlight seemed to be at a loss, above was a face looking up at the moon with eyes gazing into the darkness.

  There are 365 gods in heaven and countless small gods on earth. From then on, Chen Jing became one of the countless small gods, a river god.

  From the sky, Jinghe River is just a small stream on the ground, and the Riverside Temple of Hechuan Bend in Jinghe River is just a speck of dust.