Chen Jing didn't know that someone was going to do something to him, and even if he knew, there's nothing he could do about it. Now the only thing he can do is cultivate, and only by increasing his magical powers can he stand firm in the world.

  The Wicked Dragon Gorge is rarely visited by humans, and Chen Jing sits at the top of the waterfall in the upper reaches of the gorge, whether it's day or night. At this time, even if someone comes here, they won't be able to see Chen Jing sitting there. Because his body is shrouded in a layer of mist, ordinary people can't see his true form.

  Chen Jing didn't know what kind of talismans the 365 orthodox gods in heaven had, he only knew that he was just one of the countless small gods on earth.

  He didn't know how long this deity could exist, whether it would eventually dissipate into nothingness and disappear in the Jing River. However, he clearly knew that he couldn't escape now. Even if the divine position was passed on to someone else, his own soul would still scatter.

  Chen Jing recited the "Jing River Sacrifice Spell", but there was no sound that shook out. However, the large red shrimp and a shell in the embroidered spring could sense it, as if a spring breeze had passed through the body and mind, seeming to blow into the soul, soothing the restless heart.

  The golden crow sets, the sky is filled with countless stars, a silver river traverses the vast expanse, and numerous starlights shine with enchanting radiance. The starlight falls to the earth, being absorbed by the earth's spiritual veins or guided into the body by mountain spirits to be refined into one's own magical powers.

  Under the same starry sky, gods, spirits, demons, elves, fairies, monsters and humans coexisted. For thousands of years, they lived in harmony like the Milky Way. Among them, there were cultivators who sought immortality, although none had achieved it, yet every hundred or so years, some dazzling figures would emerge, breaking through the night sky with radiant colors that dazzled the eyes.

  Yan Luoniang hadn't seen the river god she and her father had saved for a long time. When gazing up at the starry sky, she would always think of Chen Jing lying in the temple of the river god. In her eyes, only that Chen Jing was real, not like now, so mysterious and distant.

  On that day, Chen Jing was fighting the evil crocodile, she also stood among the crowd, only at that time she was still a tied-up person, the adults in the village were going to sacrifice her when Chen Jing lost, but later The changing situation, everyone is still willing to pray for the river god's assistance. At that time, when she heard Chen Jing ask if he wanted to behead the demon, she shouted loudly in her heart, but somehow her mouth couldn't make a sound. Later, thinking back, she would always laugh at herself for being so timid and scared that she couldn't speak.

  She didn't know that after Chen Jing asked the question, it was very difficult for ordinary people to speak up at first. However, both Mr. Meng in the school and the Taoist on the street were not ordinary people. One was a Confucian scholar who cultivated a heroic spirit, so he could answer. The other was a Taoist with his own mysterious ways. But after all, as long as one's mind is clear and calm, and has enough courage and vitality, they can also answer. At that time, none of the hundreds of people on the riverbank answered because they didn't have enough courage, their hearts were not firm, and even if they wanted to answer in their hearts, they couldn't speak up.

  "Could it be that I'm destined to just marry, give birth to children and live a mundane life? " Yan Luoniang gazed at the endless night sky, but her mind was wandering in the dark clouds, amidst the thunder and lightning, reliving the scene of Chen Jingyan slaying the serpent with one sword.

  "If one day I could also chase the dawn and pursue the stars, tread on clouds and follow the moon, how wonderful it would be to roam freely in the world." She leaned against the windowsill, gazing up at the starry sky, and suddenly had this thought. Coming back to her senses, she murmured to herself: "If I could really do that, I'd rather trade a lifetime for just one year of freedom."

  The night insect chirped with a hoarse voice, and in the midst of the chirping sound, someone's words to her father were heard: "Three days later, take a bath, change clothes, prepare incense paper, and worship the river god."

  The sound faded away, as if it were an illusion. She seemed to hear the rushing of the river water in her ears, and saw a figure wearing the cloth she had given him, walking through the misty waves, wielding his sword to slay demons.

  Autumn is high and refreshing, the sky is high and white, the river wind is moist, and the spring river waves flow quietly. However, outside of Xiāng Chūn Wān, the primordial energy of heaven and earth surges like a tide, and the spirits, ghosts, and demons gather within a thousand miles.

  The sky is overcast with dark clouds, and clouds gather from all directions.

  Two people stood quietly on a solitary cliff, one was an old man with white hair and black robes, his face was pale and gaunt, his body was tall and slender, his expression was cold. The other was a woman, dressed in a white dress, her black hair was tied up, with a purple wooden hairpin inserted at an angle, her expression was calm and serene, her eyes were pure and quiet, like a fairy who did not eat the smoke and fire of the mortal world.

  Around the solitary cliff where the two of them stood, there were tens or hundreds of people surrounding them from afar and near, some on the distant mountain tops, some in the nearby void, and others standing on the clouds in the sky.

  Some people held a mysterious seal, some held a jade white feather duster, and there were those who wore swords on their backs. There were also those who had nothing in their hands, with an aura as deep as an abyss. Each of them gazed intently at the two people on the mountain ridge, with demonic energy soaring into the sky, with immortal elegance and bones, and some with dark, cold, and ruthless auras.

  They stood around a man and woman on the isolated cliff, neither of them speaking, their expressions solemn.

  The sky gathers clouds, the wind rises, and the clouds surge forward.

  Dark clouds gather, and this side of the world suddenly darkens, in the quiet sky there is only the sound of whistling wind and the crackling of electric sparks in the black clouds.

  Suddenly, a thunderbolt burst out of the clouds.

  Brilliant lightning illuminates heaven and earth.

  In the flash of lightning, the two people on the lonely cliff rose into the air one after another, as if to meet the thunderbolt that was falling from the sky.

  People move in all directions, like moths and butterflies chasing light, braving wind and rain to soar into the sky.

  Embroidered Spring bends before the River God Temple, wind and clouds are calm.

  Hundreds of people gathered in front of the River God Temple, this is the most grand ceremony since Chen Jing became the River God. Chen Jing naturally felt it too, he did not appear, still sitting on top of the waterfall, his body was like a boulder, but his heart moved with the flowing water, his divine thoughts merged into the river waves.

  The wizard stood before the crowd, holding a sword with strange symbols pasted on it, moving back and forth while muttering to himself. The sword in his hand kept changing its posture, if someone understood the arrangement of the stars in the sky, they would find that every step he took was in response to the stars, and the sword in his hand also pointed to the stars, treading the Big Dipper steps.

  In the temple of the land god twenty miles away, a clear image of a temple appeared on Qin Hu's head. The soft and mysterious light hanging down made Qin Hu look even more mysterious on the altar.

  His body was empty and devoid of anything, yet he saw dots and dashes, muttering strange words in his mouth, white light overflowing from his fingertips disappeared without a trace, as if piercing through the endless void to a certain alien domain.

  The three sacrificial animals and six domesticated animals in front of the River God Temple were driven into the river, and the villagers of Heqian Village watched with excitement. When they saw the three sacrificial animals and six domesticated animals sink into the water, they cheered one after another. Zhu Li was still calm, and the soul-destroying insect was also sacrificed into the river together.

  The soul Gu that had been sacrificed by the incense fire could deceive the river god's perception, merge into the river water, and enter Chen Jing's soul along with the incense smoke. It was impossible to get rid of it even in death, which was the terrifying aspect of the soul Gu. Those who were possessed found it hard to escape, and it was also difficult to guard against. He turned his head to look at the statue of the river god in the temple, and for some reason, he felt that the eyes of the river god's image were piercing, as if they could see into the depths of a person's heart, seeing through everything in front of him.

  He suddenly lowered his head, not daring to look again, and felt a chill run down his spine, and had actually broken out in a cold sweat.

  In the Temple of Land God, Qin Huo pointed a finger at the void, and a white light burst out from his fingertips. He shouted lightly: "Break."

  The void burst open, and in the broken void, a river shadow appeared. The river shadow's waves surged forward, and within the waves, a small transparent insect was swimming against the current. As the waves undulated, the insect seemed to be still, but it had actually traveled several meters with the flow of the water.

  A thousand years ago, there were countless immortals in the world, but overnight, even the most famous Golden Immortals disappeared without a trace. Even if some immortals remained in the world, they grew weaker day by day, and after several hundred years, there were no more immortals left.

  So many years have passed, although no one has become an immortal or achieved enlightenment, yet the magic has become more and more refined, and flying on clouds and driving the mist is not a difficult task.

  The Cuiping Mountains stretch for hundreds of miles, and within a thousand miles, many have heard the legend of the Cuiping Mountain spirit, but few have seen it. At this moment, on the highest peak of the Cuiping Mountains, two women stood quietly amidst the wind and clouds. One had hair that almost reached the ground, fluttering in the wind, with a small red flower on her head, wearing a dress made of what seemed to be green leaves, looking around 13 or 14 years old. The other wore a pink skirt that trailed on the ground, with black hair coiled like clouds at her temples, like a peony flower blooming proudly on the mountain peak, exuding laziness and nobility.

  They looked up at the sky, tens of miles away, with strong winds and heavy rains, dark clouds rolling, lightning flashing and thunder roaring.

  In the midst of wind, rain and lightning, an old man with white hair and black robes and a woman with black hair and white clothes were being surrounded by people from all sides.

  "Should we intercept those two, Princess?" asked the girl with a small red flower on her head and black hair hanging down to the ground, her voice ethereal and as pure as a mountain spring.

  That woman, who was called "Niang" like a peony flower, had a lazy demeanor and gaze, yet amidst that laziness, there was an air of nobility that made one dare not look directly at her. All she said was: "Intercept? Why would I intercept them?"

  "I heard they knew the secret of why the Xian Dao has not been successful for over a thousand years."

  "What's that got to do with me?" The peony-like girl said casually, her voice soft and fluffy, with a hint of sweetness lingering after she spoke.

  The raven-haired, petite and ethereal woman didn't say anything else. In her mind, the princess was always like this - as long as no one came looking for her, she wouldn't bother with them at all, and would just stay in the mountains sleeping all year round. This time, she had taken the initiative to come here and watch them fight, thinking that her own princess wanted to intercept those two people.

  "Hmm, it seems that the little river god of Xiu Chun Wan is also from Qian Luo Mountain?"

  "Yes, Your Ladyship, he is now the River God of the three domains of Xiuchun Bay, Luantiao Slope and E'dragon Gorge." The ethereal woman reminded her, fearing that her own lady would forget again.

  "Oh, right, now he's already the River God of the Three-Sectioned River Domain. Just a few days ago, he even fought a battle with Qin Huo, and his swordsmanship was quite impressive."

  She paused, looking at the black cloud that was originally tens of miles away but now getting closer and closer, and then said: "The white-haired old man in black is Jiang Liuyun, the leader of Qianluomen, who is said to have killed his own senior brother to become the leader. The woman with him is Ye Qingxue, the personal disciple of the former leader of Qianluomen, who practices the Jiuxiao Shenlei technique. Now it seems that except for slightly weaker magic power, her application of Jiuxiao Shenlei has reached a very high level. This natural talent is truly rare."