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  "Haha, they're also here, what are we waiting for!" Wu Meng laughed loudly and suddenly rose into the air, in the blink of an eye he had already charged into the city. It could be seen that after such a long time adapting, everyone's strength had basically recovered.

  Wu Mèng sprang into the air and dived down to the city like a flying bird. Next was Xiao Yùlóu, who chuckled lightly and floated in mid-air like a water lily on the surface of the water, swiftly arriving above the city gate. However, she furrowed her brow and circled around for a moment before descending into the city. Chen Jǐng didn't know what he saw when he looked down at the city from mid-air, but even someone as confident as him would frown. Just then, the mountain spirit of Wū Shān also rose up, like a night-blooming flower unfolding in the night mist. She didn't enter the city, instead landing on the city wall and staring motionlessly into the city.

  In the blink of an eye, only Chen Jing and the virtual spirit were left here. The big red shrimp looked at those human-like but not quite human figures in the dark space and couldn't help asking: "River God, are they humans or ghosts?"

  Chen Jing looked at him similarly, he had never been to this space either, and couldn't tell the big red shrimp. However, Xū Líng suddenly said: "They are vengeful spirits, vengeful spirits with a body full of guilt."

  "Lost souls? When people die, don't their spirits just disperse into the heavens and earth? Are they all gathered here?" Chen Jing asked in puzzlement.

  "I don't know, all I know is that these are suffering spirits, as for the souls of all living things, whether they were born with their bodies or reincarnated from previous lives, I'm afraid no one knows." The ethereal eyes gazed at those departed spirits emerging from the city, with an unusual expression and a somewhat hollow voice.

  Chen Jing couldn't help but turn his head to take another look at her, thinking that she must have a special background, otherwise she wouldn't know so much. However, he didn't ask because he wasn't the kind of person who liked to pry into others' business. But before he could even think about it, the big red shrimp asked without hesitation: "You seem to know a lot, what's your background? I've heard that after people die, their souls will disperse, and even if they don't disperse and become vengeful spirits, their memories and intelligence will be damaged. How do you know so much?"

  Xu Ling suddenly smiled and said, "I don't know either, I just knew a lot of things when I came here." She didn't lower her head as usual, but the big red shrimp couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or not. After muttering to herself, she said, "River God, let's go in too. They all rushed in so urgently, maybe there's treasure inside the city."

  "Haha, you're quite bold. Never mind whether there's treasure in the city or not, aren't you afraid of going in and not being able to come out?" Chen Jing said, looking at the pitch-black Qin Guang City which seemed like an abyss.

  The big red shrimp looked at the constantly flowing out dead souls, and his heart was also inexplicably cold, muttering: "Then we won't go in, wait for them to come out and we'll rob them."

  Chen Jing didn't care about the giant prawn, but instead stared at the black city that was about to engulf everyone.

  Darkness rises, bringing with it waves of putrid air. Although the streets are filled with people walking, it gives off a gloomy and lifeless atmosphere.

  At this time, Yu Ling suddenly said: "As soon as I arrived here, I remembered many things. I want to go into the city and take a look."

  In the end, she didn't have much interaction with Chen Jing, and Chen Jing wouldn't say anything. He watched as she blended into the dark surroundings like a gentle breeze, and once she was more than ten feet away, he couldn't sense even a hint of her presence. He was shocked in his heart. Since his breakthrough in swordsmanship, he felt that his senses had become increasingly sharp, but he didn't expect to lose all sense of Yu Ling's presence just ten feet away.

  In the blink of an eye, only one person was left on a small mountain several miles outside Qin Guang City. The person looked disheveled, and the shrimp were even more miserable.

  "He River God, aren't we going in?" asked the big red shrimp in confusion, thinking that Chen Jing just wanted to make the vengeful spirit leave.

  "What's going on in there?" Chen Jing turned his head back to look at the big red shrimp, seemingly puzzled.

  "They all went in, there must be treasure, this group of people are all treasure-hunters." Big Red Shrimp buzzed as he said it, forgetting that he himself was a typical example.

  "Baby, baby, what do you think is the benefit of getting a treasure?" Chen Jing asked casually, his one eye gleaming with intensity as he stared at his River God. He had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, wondering how he could ask such a question, and whether he had been possessed by a spirit or gone crazy. Just as he was about to speak of the benefits of getting a treasure, he found himself at a loss for words.

  Chen Jing smiled and said: "You must think that there are endless benefits, and not a single drawback, right?"

  The big red shrimp nodded busily.

  "Haha, you're wrong, I'm asking you, if one obtains a treasure of the law, can they live forever?" Chen Jing asked.

  The big red shrimp shook its head.

  "Can it protect itself from death?"

  The big red shrimp thought for a moment and still shook its head.

  "That's it, can't live forever, why use life to fight for something that is useless to life?"

  "But having obtained the Law Treasure can protect oneself and prevent falling on the road to longevity!" The big red shrimp felt that its mind suddenly opened up.

  Chen Jing's clothes were already torn in many places, his black hair disheveled. He said: "A magical artifact, if you want to bring out its powerful might, must be cultivated with great effort. Perhaps afterwards it can surpass many people relying on the artifact, but ultimately it is only temporary, because all abilities come from the artifact and not from oneself. Only when one's own strength is great, then everything in heaven and earth can be manipulated at will, becoming a magical artifact."

  Chen Jing said so, but the big red shrimp felt that there was no such person in his heart, and he didn't dare to refute anything anymore. Chen Jing's heart was savoring what he had just said, all along he didn't think much of the treasure, thinking that everything relied on one's own cultivation, and dual cultivation of nature and life was the foundation. However, this was only a vague feeling, but in the instant when the big red shrimp asked the question and he answered, his mind suddenly became clear like seeing the moon through the clouds.

  Qin Guang stood at the city gate, the goddess of Wu Mountain standing still and quietly gazing into the city. Chen Jing still vividly remembered the first time he saw her in the misty rain, the fresh and ethereal feeling she gave off, now flowing with sorrow and hatred.

  At this moment, the dark sky above the city wall was illuminated by a flash of lightning that suddenly flashed from within the city, and instantly fell into darkness again. Chen Jing's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and naturally, only Ye Qingxue had such thunder magic in this city. Immediately after, another one, two, three... continuous flashes seemed to be getting more intense. Chen Jing's eyebrows tightened, and he suddenly said: "You wait here, be careful."

  The words had just fallen, and they were already rising into the air, and in a flash, they arrived above Qin Guang City. Looking down at the city, it was pitch black, nothing could be seen, like an abyss. In the darkness, flashes of lightning flashed out, but where the lightning fell, nothing could be seen at all, as if the place where the lightning flashed was at the bottom of an endless abyss.

  His heart tightened and he flew down in reverse.

  In the eyes of the Goddess of Wushan, Chen Jing was like a green leaf falling into a dark abyss, swallowed up in an instant.

  Chen Jing's eyes turned black, his mind dazed, and this daze was as if he had already fainted. When he slowly came to again, his eyes were unknowingly closed. He hastily opened them, but the scene before him shocked him.

  What entered his eyes was a wooden roof, and after looking around, he immediately determined that this was a room, and he lay on an old bed, covered with a rather old quilt, but it was washed very clean.

  The old wooden house, the old furniture is covered in dust. Behind the door hangs dried meat, on the right corner stands a carrying pole and two bamboo hats, the windows are closed with paper pasted on them, and on the side hangs a green bamboo flute, on which is engraved two lines of small characters: "Borrowing from heaven and earth a clear sound, granting you eternal joy - Chen Jing."

  He was lying in bed, covered with a thin quilt, and after seeing all this clearly, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, feeling if there were any changes in his body, while also affirming that all of this was just an illusion.

  The door opened at this time.

  A young girl walked in carrying an old wooden basin, wearing a coarse linen dress with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing a sparkling wrist.

  She came to Chen Jing's side, placed the wooden basin on the stool beside the bed, reached into the basin and stirred it a few times. The sound of water splashing was heard, and a white mist rose up. Immediately after that, she picked up a white towel from the warm water in the wooden basin, wrung it out, and then unfolded it to wipe Chen Jing's face, her movements looking skilled and natural.

  After wiping his face, he continued to take Chen Jing's hand out of the quilt and carefully wiped each finger. Chen Jing's face seemed calm, but his heart was boiling like water.

  All of this made him feel extremely strange, everything was unfamiliar except for his own body. Who was this girl? He couldn't figure it out, thinking it was an illusion, that he had fallen into a dream world, but everything seemed so real, he could feel the warm mist, and he couldn't bear it, so he opened his eyes.

  There is a subtle wave in the eyes, and the spirit responds to the mind and moves.

  "Brother..."

  The moment Chen Jing opened his eyes, the girl's handkerchief fell to the ground. Her eyes first showed incredulity, then surged with excitement.

  "Brother, you're awake, brother...you really woke up, it's great... sobbing...you finally woke up......" The girl was almost in tears, under the gaze of the onlookers, she didn't show any abnormality at all, her expression was extremely real, just like Chen Jing was really her brother who had woken up from a serious illness or injury.

  Ke Chen Jing himself clearly knew he wasn't, vividly remembering being dragged into this netherworld by the city guard, then seeing Ye Qing Xue's lightning and entering Qin Guang City. But when he opened his eyes, he was already lying in bed, a young girl calling him brother.

  The girl seemed to have discovered that Chen Jing's eyes were not right, those sharp eyes had a sense of strangeness and scrutiny, as if they could see into her heart. She was frightened, and her excited expression froze in an instant. With a trembling voice, she said: "Brother, what's wrong with you... don't scare me."

  Chen Jing closed his eyes again, listening to the girl's voice change from surprise to faint terror in his ears. For a moment, he felt a pang of discomfort in his heart. He took another deep breath and slowly sat up.

  His magical powers were still there, his sword was still in hand, and the shell on his forehead was gone.

  "Miss, you must have mistaken me for someone else." Chen Jing said seriously as he looked at the girl.

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