Like a peony flower, the gentle voice of the lady spoke slowly. Outside the sky, Ye Qingxue wore a white dress with no dust on her, only her hands were pinched in front of her chest, and electric light flashed in her palms. Her feet also flickered with electric flowers, and the silent electric light gave people a sense of destroying all things. With a step into the void, the electric light flashed away, and her body rushed forward with the lightning, avoiding all the magic weapons and spells that attacked her with a hint of smoke and fire. This Thunder Escape technique was applied without any smoke or fire, giving off an ethereal feeling as if she were a fairy.

  A small hill-like Dharma Seal suddenly appeared, the air was like a wave, and the overwhelming pressure came down but pressed nothing. Then, a black flame suddenly burst out from below. She took one step forward, and her figure instantly disappeared. When she reappeared, she was above the Dharma Seal, waving her hand and pointing, a bolt of lightning drew an arc and fell on a Taoist wearing an eight-trigram robe.

  "Bang..."

  The Taoist's whole body was charred black, and his head fell into the void.

  "This person is a Taoist from Taohuashan, with a Dragon-Tiger Seal that has the power to flatten mountains and cover the earth. What a pity." The ethereal woman spoke, her voice still as calm and serene as it had been for thousands of years, without any hint of regret.

  Ye Qingxue was like a white butterfly in a storm among dozens of people, fluttering and moving, taking steps between leisurely strolls.

  A white robe fluttered, and with a wave of his hand, a dazzling bolt of lightning struck the top of someone's head. The person didn't even have time to let out a miserable cry before falling to the ground with a thud.

  Suddenly, three thousand white silks traversed the void and came, like willow catkins dancing wildly. It was a duster. Ye Qingxue was instantly submerged in it. "Haha... My White Snow Duster has been self-cultivated since its creation, and no one has ever escaped, even if your magic is all-powerful."

  In the distance, a Taoist priest in his thirties with an ethereal aura slowly spoke, holding a dustpan handle in one hand while the bristles of the dustpan had entered the void, and at the other end, Ye Qingxue was tightly bound, with cyan flames burning on the dustpan bristles.

  He saw him shake the dust in his hand, and a green flame burst forth like oil on fire. At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed, and Ye Qingxue, dressed in white, emerged from the green flames with the electric light. The Taoist was greatly shocked, and a sense of death struck his heart, stirring his soul. He raised his head, and a dazzling bolt of lightning broke through the air, just as he was about to escape.

  "Boom..."

  His mind was already buzzing with thunder, humming loudly, and his whole body fell into the void.

  "It seems I still underestimated her application of Refa." The woman known as Nang Nang sighed and said.

  The dark clouds in the sky have drifted over the top of Cuiping Mountain, enveloping the two women standing at the summit.

  A white-haired, black-robed figure with a red cloud-like aura on his head had a bead like a water droplet in the center of the aura. The bead was clear and transparent, emitting a faint blue light. Every time an attack came, it would be blocked by the blue bead and couldn't get through. Jiang Liuyun's body was like a floating cloud, constantly wandering in the sky, never counterattacking, but expressionlessly controlling the blue bead in the red aura to deflect attacks.

  Cuipingshan had fallen into darkness, and in the darkness, the two women stood quietly at the top of the mountain, looking exceptionally clear. One of them was ethereal and refreshing, while the other had a lazy and noble temperament, giving them an air of being above all mortals.

  A woman standing still like a peony flower stretched out her hand to brush away the hair blown up by the wind at her temples, but her eyes were tightly fixed on the pearl on top of the clouds and waves, examining and judging what that pearl was and where it came from.

  A green light suddenly appeared in her eyes, and she said: "It turns out that it is a congenital spiritual treasure that has already hurt the foundation. What a pity! If the spiritual treasure was not damaged, none of these people would be alive now."

  "What about the Innate Spiritual Treasure? How could it possibly damage the foundation?"

  "A thousand years ago, the great calamity was that all people in the Holy Way would disappear, let alone the Pre-Heavenly Spiritual Treasure."

  "Zzz... Bang..."

  Lightning flashed, tearing the sky open with a series of cracks.

  More than a dozen people's spells burst forth like fireworks, their methods divided into the Five Elements, their paths having yin and yang.

  Sword in the blue light.

  Flickering flames dancing in the wind.

  A withered leaf without a hint of vitality stirs up changing winds and clouds.

  A sky full of golden cicadas.

  A cloud of black smoke, in which an evil spirit with a cow's head and horns on its back and a pair of wings.

  A general wearing crimson armor and wielding a demon-headed knife is in hot pursuit.

  The river flows with clouds on its head, and the red cloud surges in it. Among them, the green bead seems to have the ability to stabilize the universe. The green light hangs down, and whether it is a spell or a magic treasure that hits it, it only makes the green light shake, but cannot harm the person inside the green light. This makes their eyes on the green bead even more scorching hot, and even if they don't know the secret of the unaccomplished immortal way, getting the green bead is still worth the trip.

  However, the vast majority of them were besieging Ye Qingxue. She had no magic treasures to protect herself and relied solely on her thunder technique to kill many people. From Mount Qianluo onwards, there were dozens of people along the way, most of whom died under her thunderbolts.

  Ye Qing's feet flashed with lightning, and every time she flashed, her figure disappeared once, avoiding the magical attacks from all directions.

  Each time was a narrow escape, and the range she avoided was not large, just flashing behind Jiang Liuyun.

  "Her magical powers are about to run out." The princess in the pink trailing dress said lightly.

  The people in the sky had already discovered the two on the mountain top, but none of them dared to provoke them, and instead, they all avoided them intentionally or unintentionally.

  The wind stirred, swirling within a radius of about ten miles. A small cluster of dark clouds didn't seem large, yet it gave people under the cloud an overcast and gloomy feeling.

  The river flowed with clouds on its head, and the red cloud floated. Her eyes were slightly closed, and her whole body seemed to be in a state of meditation as she moved eastward, allowing various spells and treasures to hit her. As for Ye Qingxue, electricity flashed around her body, but at some point, the lightning between her palms became thinner and thinner, and the Thunder Escape Technique was no longer so swift. Anyone could see that her magic power was almost exhausted, which wasn't surprising. From the time Qianluomen was surrounded and killed to now, several months had passed, with over 50 people chasing them for so long, resulting in nearly 34 deaths. Most of the lives lost were at Ye Qingxue's hands, so it was expected that her magic power would be exhausted by today.

  All the way, fighting and walking, waving goodbye still has a few flashes of lightning striking out, only the power is much smaller.

  Cuiping Mountain is east of Jinghe Embroidered Spring Bend.

  On the waterfall above the evil dragon gorge on the Embroidered Spring Bend, Chen Jing felt a strong gust of wind and rain coming from the west side of Cuiping Mountain, where the air was chaotic. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was just a passing tornado.

  He was slightly moved in his heart, and had already transformed into a river wave, escaping by hiding in the water.

  Chen Jing had never fought against a cultivator since he became the River God. He didn't know what level he was at among the cultivators now. He still remembered when he first entered the Thousand Luo Mountain, his senior sister Ye Qingxue taught him in place of their master and he asked: "There are countless cultivation sects in the world, each with different cultivation methods, so how do you determine who is higher or lower? Do you have to fight every time to determine it?"

  At that time, Ye Qingxue said: "There are many practitioners of the Tianmen school, and there are countless methods of cultivation. However, no matter which family or sect it is, they cannot escape the point of absorbing the primordial energy of heaven and earth for their own use. And absorbing the primordial energy of heaven and earth for one's own use cannot escape the framework of refining essence into energy, refining energy into spirit, and refining spirit back to emptiness."

  Chen Jing asked again what characteristics each of the three levels had. Ye Qingxue explained: "The methods for refining essence and transforming it into energy are different in various schools, but they all involve refining one's own blood and marrow to transform them, taking in spiritual energy from outside the body through the blood and marrow to form one's own magical powers, also known as energy. When fully developed, this can coalesce into a golden elixir; some schools call it the 'fetal stage'."

  "When the refinement of Qi and transformation of spirit is fully achieved, it is like a fetus moving into infancy. As for the refinement of spirit returning to emptiness, it is like the primordial infant transforming into the primordial spirit, manifesting in the void, no longer bound by the physical body, swallowing and spitting out the primordial Qi of heaven and earth, no need to practice transformation anymore, this is the realm of longevity of the primordial spirit Tao."

  These three levels are just the three major realms of a cultivator's ascension to immortality and enlightenment, with naturally many smaller levels in between, but each sect's methods are cleverly different and cannot be compared.

  Chen Jing didn't know what level he was at now, or rather, he didn't know how his level compared to that of a cultivator after leaving the river domain. This was because for a regional deity like him, as long as he left his own region, his divine powers would be limited by the imperial edict, and his position as a river god was the same as that of a mountain god or land god. No matter how powerful he was in his own domain, once he left, as long as their positions were equivalent, their divine powers would be the same.

  What Chen Jing wanted to know was that the magical power contained in the River God's Edict was equivalent to what level of a cultivator, but now Chen Jing has two segments of the river domain, and his magical power is twice as high as that of a river god with only one segment of the river domain. In just a few years, he will be able to condense the edict of the turbulent slope again, and at that time, three edicts will be superimposed together, equivalent to three river gods.

  These days, he recited the "Jing River God Curse" day and night. As long as he was within the river domain, although he couldn't fully control the spiritual power of the river domain, he wasn't afraid of anyone in his heart. When he first obtained the position of the river god, he only felt that the spiritual power of the river domain was intangible and formless, like smoke and fog, visible and palpable, even drivable, but unable to form a reassuring force for himself. Now, however, the spiritual power of the river domain was like soldiers under his command, surging out with just one order. This was Chen Jing's understanding of the spiritual power of the river domain, and also why he couldn't control it as freely as his own body, having only recently obtained the position of the river god.

  The Wàng Shén Fǎ can observe the vital energy of humans, detect the spiritual pulse of the earth, observe the elixir energy of practitioners, and also distinguish the original form of demons.

  He calmed his mind, closed his eyes, and then opened them again. In the depths of his pupils, a subtle wave was surging. Only to see dozens of miles away, a black cloud like ink, with fierce winds like knives. Among them, more than ten people were performing magic outside, and an array had already been formed, trapping the people inside.

  Under the gaze of the gods, the heaven and earth's primordial energy within the range of that black cloud was like an invisible dark current, wildly rotating, occasionally birds flying in were instantly torn apart.

  The primordial energy of the universe enveloped those people, causing the people on earth to see only darkness, howling winds, while the people inside couldn't see a thing. Bolt after bolt of lightning struck down, but no rain fell.

  Chen Jing saw clearly, not only did he see that the more than ten people surrounding them outside had strong and powerful magical powers, but each of their spells was extraordinary and astonishing. He also saw clearly the two people surrounded in the middle. One of them was his former sect leader, and the other was his master's sister, Ye Qingxue, with whom he had a true master-disciple relationship without the name.