A ray of white light, like a silver thread, streaks across the dark sky.

  Only the silver light flashed across the bodies of more than twenty black armored cavalrymen, and in an instant, more than twenty black armored cavalrymen turned into a cloud of black smoke that dispersed into the void, their black armor falling to the ground.

  A white light flashed and shot back in the direction it came from, and before long, a man and a prawn appeared.

  That man's green robe was already torn, a black scabbard long sword hung at his waist, and his hair was scattered on one side. The most shocking thing was that half of the skull on his head was gone. The big shrimp next to him also looked extremely miserable. Two legs were missing, one of the large pliers in front of his body was missing, and one eye was missing.

  They were naturally Chen Jing and Da Hong Xia. Just as Chen Jing walked past the twenty or so dark horses, he suddenly stopped, his waist sword trembling slightly.

  "Who...come out." Chen Jing shouted in a low voice.

  The big red shrimp was startled and immediately turned around, holding up its wolf-toothed club in a defensive posture.

  Behind a giant boulder not far from Chen Jing, a faint ripple of yin energy appeared, and the black armored soldiers emerged.

  "There's another ghost soldier here..." Big Red Shrimp raised the wolf-toothed club in his hand and was about to charge up and strike.

  Chen Jing hastily stopped the big red shrimp and smiled at the black armored soldier: "I didn't expect you to survive."

  She was the River God's Ancestor, Virtual Spirit. She smiled at Chen Jing, her smile as quiet as night. Pushing back her black helmet, she placed her hands on her waist, bent her body, slightly squatted, and performed a bow, saying: "Virtual Spirit has seen River God, has seen Shrimp Grandfather."

  The big red shrimp suddenly saw clearly and shouted: "River God, it's her, the spirit of the temple in front of the river."

  Her face was as white as if there wasn't a single drop of blood, wearing the same black armor as the Black Cavalry, but instead of looking majestic and powerful, she looked even more fragile. Chen Jing naturally recognized her at a glance, and she continued: "Thanks to the blessings of the River God, I managed to escape."

  "Hehe, I don't have any good fortune for you to rely on."

  She lowered her head and smiled, seemingly embarrassed. Chen Jing said: "In any case, being able to survive is a good thing." Chen Jing knew how difficult it was to survive from the Wanji Great Array, but everyone had their own methods. Just based on that hidden escape technique she used just now, Chen Jing couldn't compare to her.

  She listened to Chen Jing's words, but instead raised her head and said: "This little woman is a ghost body, in this Yin world, she will not be suppressed."

  Chen Jing suddenly felt a sense of clarity, and only then did he carefully examine her, discovering that her body had become much more solid. If they were in different locations, at most, one could only feel the yin energy emanating from her body, making it very difficult to discern that her physical form was not real.

  "This is the underworld, and for you, it's like a fish in water. I don't know how many of those who came with us are still alive, and even if they are, they probably don't know how to return to the world of the living." Chen Jing said, gazing at the thick fog.

  Xu Ling glanced at Chen Jing and lowered his brow, saying: "Twenty miles ahead, there is a cliff where several gods reside."

  "Oh!" Chen Jing turned around and looked at her, asking: "Why aren't you with them?"

  Yu Ling bowed her head again and smiled, saying in a soft voice: "Lonely souls and wild ghosts, how dare they travel with the gods." She spoke with a smile as she lowered her head, just like the small wildflowers in the crevices of the cliff swaying gently in the wind.

  "Heh heh, those who receive the heavenly mandate are gods, and those who enjoy incense offerings are spirits. You enjoy the incense offerings of Heqian Village, how can you be a lonely ghost or wild demon?"

  A gust of cold wind blew over, blowing up half of his hair, stirring his nerves and causing a dull ache.

  "Would you like to go together?" Chen Jing asked.

  Xu Ling remained silent and still, Chen Jing turned around and left, but she followed behind him.

  It was a low cliff wall, black and devoid of any signs of life.

  The mountain cliff is empty and deserted, with no one in sight.

  The spirit arrived at the foot of the cliff, stretched out his hand in the air and grabbed something, put it to his nose for a sniff, then said: "They just left not long ago, should be somewhere up ahead not far from here."

  The two didn't even stop to catch their breath, and were about to continue on their way forward. Just as they were about to set off, a sudden surge of black smoke appeared in front of them, without the sound of horse hooves, but with an overwhelming momentum that swept towards them. Underneath the rolling black smoke was at least nearly a thousand dark armored cavalrymen.

  There were several figures fluttering back and forth in front of the dark cavalry, fighting and retreating, constantly wandering on the edge to prevent being trapped in the cavalry formation. From a distance, it looked like they were fleeing. They moved extremely fast and soon arrived near the cliff.

  Chen Jing and the ghostly spirit, Da Hong Xia, leapt up onto the cliff wall. Chen Jing's black hair fluttered in the dark wind, revealing his damaged skull, making him look even more ferocious. As soon as he landed, he drew his sword and flung it into the air. The sword flashed out of sight, and the sound of its hum filled the air. It shot into the midst of the Black Armor Cavalry like a white light. A white glow darted back and forth above the dark cavalry, and beneath the sword, there was no one who could withstand it. One of the Black Armor Knights tried to ride his horse up onto the cliff wall, but just as he was about to jump, he was struck down by a single sword stroke, his body turning into black smoke that dispersed into the air.

  Dark and somber heavens, boundless desolation, dead air breeding discarded objects of the vast world.

  Xu Ling gazed at the fleeting white light, her heart filled with astonishment. She wasn't some ignorant little ghost; on the contrary, she had grown from a lone soul to a spirit who had survived three tribulations of thunder, accumulating countless experiences and traversing the world, seeing more things than many gods. No matter what she did, she always had to be more cautious than others. Even when Chen Jing saved her, she wouldn't get too close to him, this was the prudent nature she had cultivated over the years.

  In her early years, she once eavesdropped on an old Taoist priest lecturing his disciples at a Taoist temple. The old Taoist had said that among the cultivators who wielded swords as their treasured artifacts, there were many who used swords as a means to defeat their enemies and cultivate various sword techniques, but those who single-mindedly worshipped and offered sacrifices to their swords were extremely rare.

  The old Taoist looked up at the sky, as if nostalgic and yearning, and recited a poem: "A flash of lightning shocks the empty sky, heaven and earth are still. The wind and clouds change color, the universe is clear. It seems like the spirit of the night is pregnant with the divine, the mountain peak sweeps the sword, the green sleeves are light."

  Yu Ling looked at Chen Jing's current state, wielding the sword in a majestic manner, and couldn't help but think of those two sentences. She had never imagined such a scene before. Now, looking at the sword that seemed to be dancing like a dragon in the black smoke, and Chen Jing's cyan robe, it all naturally fell into place.

  Perhaps the spirit was trapped in memories and forgot about time, or perhaps it was just an instant thing. In her eyes, Chen Jing suddenly reached out into the hazy dark sky and grabbed something, his hand flashing with a sudden movement, and he already had a sword in his hand. The hilt of the sword was simple and unadorned, while the blade was thin and sharp, clear as water, but there was a black insect printed on the sword, looking like a living thing, which seemed quite strange.

  Immediately afterwards, Chen Jing wiped the sword with her sleeve, and in that instant, she couldn't help but think: "Mountain peak wiping sword, green sleeve light." This was the wiping sword movement after a kill.

  Over a thousand suits of black armor had all turned into piles of empty armor, slowly dispersing in the gloomy atmosphere. Similarly, those over a thousand dark horses would also gradually disperse unless there was a new master.

  Those three people were Maple Linhe River God Xiao Yulou, Wumeng Mountain Mountain God Wumeng, and Witch Mountain Goddess. They rose onto the cliff wall. Xuling had seen them before, and Chen Jing also saw them from afar. However, they seemed to be seeing Chen Jing for the first time. For them, Chen Jing's changes were too great, not just in appearance but also internally. At this moment, Chen Jing gave them a feeling like the sun was hidden behind dark clouds, but everyone could feel that there was dazzling light behind the clouds waiting to break through at any moment.

  In their hearts, Chen Jing has always been a person with sharp edges and introverted personality, whether external or internal, giving people a sense of distant mountains and light ink, not approaching, forever unable to see clearly.

  Chen Jing looked at the three people in front of him, but a sense of detachment arose in his heart. At that time, in the Black Armor Cavalry Array, many people rushed to enter the city's Yinbing Array, but most were blocked outside the array. Now thinking about it, those who survived must be extremely few.

  At this moment, Xiao Yulou seemed to have forgotten her life-and-death battle with Chen Jing. Wu Meng also seemed to have forgotten that he had once blocked Chen Jing's way of fighting.

  "Haha, I knew you'd definitely make it out alive." Wu Mong still had his upper body exposed, but now there were many black scars on his body that looked like they had been scorched by fire.

  "It was just luck." Chen Jing smiled, everyone looked at his head, a chill rose in their hearts, if it had split down a bit more, he would have been dead beyond dead.

  The mount of the Goddess of Wushan has gone missing, Chen Jing remembered that she came riding on it, that striped fierce tiger, looking at her expression, she seemed to be very grieved, but there were no obvious wounds on her body.

  Maple forest crossing the river, Xiao Yulou's hand had another folding fan. The image on the folding fan was surprisingly Ye Qingxue. He seemed to be unaware of Chen Jing and Ye Qingxue's relationship, lightly opening it and slowly waving it.

  Chen Jingru looked at him twice, but he stared straight ahead, his eyes fixed on something in the distance.

  Xu Ling stood behind Chen Jing, silent and motionless.

  For Chen Jing, what he wanted most was to leave this gloomy world now, and it was also the final thought of several people present, but everyone's heart is different, so this idea naturally has its urgency and slowness.

  "Don't you want to know the real purpose of coming here?" asked Xiao Yulou, lightly shaking the folding fan in his hand. Chen Jing felt that his movements were extremely annoying and turned his head to one side, no longer looking at him.

  Wu Meng rubbed his bald head and laughed: "Now that you mention it, I'm really curious."

  "Actually, everyone should have guessed it. I remember that a great wise man once said: 'The world is full of people seeking profit, the world is full of people competing for profit.' This one sentence sums up the hearts of all living beings in the world. The city god cannot escape this sentence either. What he says about pacifying the chaos is simply treating others as fools."

  Chen Jing was somewhat surprised at the straightforward words of Feng Lin, who had crossed the river. Wu Meng burst out laughing and said: "Haha, well said! His grandmother's, in Chengdu Prefecture, talking about pacifying the rebellion? I, Wu Meng, don't believe it one hundred times."

  "So, the City God must have come here for great benefits. For us gods, the only thing that can be called a benefit is the Great Way of Longevity, or treasures and ancient divine powers. With such benefits, no one would secretly go to take them, but instead bring us along because they don't have confidence. From the current situation, it seems that he brought us here just to share the pressure. Since he doesn't have confidence but still dares to come, it can be seen that the benefit is extremely great. Why don't we also go and see what this thing is that makes the City God come without hesitation?" Xiang Yu Lou said slowly while standing at the edge of the cliff, and everyone naturally understood the meaning behind her words, which was nothing more than waiting for an opportunity to steal the treasure.