In the Temple of Land God, Qin Hu opened his eyes and lost contact with that soul. He could only sigh helplessly in his heart, and also sighed that the secret skills of the Wu tribe were indeed unique, no wonder later generations couldn't inherit them without getting the true transmission. Then he thought about his physical condition again, and it was extremely weak, his vital energy was severely damaged, he was greatly shocked in his heart, and hurriedly calmed down to store his spirit, reciting the "Land God Sacrifice Spell".

  The big red shrimp was muttering again, crawling back and forth in front of Chen Jing, reciting non-stop: "River God is still not awake, what if the river god below the maple forest comes up? What if the abbot of the Yellow Flower Temple kills us? They will peel off my old shrimp and make soup to drink. They will also dig out my inner elixir to refine medicine. Shell sister, let's go back to the sea together, you go back to your home, and if possible, help me find a honest mother shrimp..."

  "Stop making noise or I'll eat you up." A childish voice came from the shell, without any murderous tone, but the big red shrimp didn't dare to make another sound.

  It circled around Chen Jing, moving back and forth, then suddenly stopped, exclaiming with great joy: "River God, you're awake!" A pair of bright red pincers stood upright, a pair of protruding eyes surprisingly showed human-like excitement.

  The shell also moved slightly and floated in the water, getting closer and closer, with strings of bubbles emerging from the shell.

  Chen Jing opened his eyes, looking around in confusion. After a moment, he suddenly came to and drew the sword from his waist. He recited an incantation, and the spiritual energy surged towards him. He took a deep breath, running his hand over the blade, which shone with dazzling light wherever his hand passed. From the hilt to the tip of the sword, Chen Jing's hand moved swiftly, and then he hurled the sword into the air, shouting softly as it emitted a suppressed sword hum, flashing out of the river and shooting straight towards the Military Ridge Town Land Temple, breaking through the sky. If someone had looked up at that moment, they would have seen a flash of light streaking across their field of vision.

  The sword swept through the village in front of the river, straight into Junling Town, carrying a sharp edge all the way, rushing into the Temple of the Land God, and slashing at the statue with one sword. With a light "ka" sound, the head of the statue was cut off and rolled to the ground. The sword didn't stop for a moment as it pierced through the temple. Just as it exited the temple, a gust of wind suddenly rose up inside the temple, but it was too late. In the dark temple below, Qin Hu's face turned iron-gray.

  The sword flashed across the sky and fell straight into the Qu River at Xiu Spring Bend.

  Chen Jing stretched out his hand into the river waves and grabbed, the sword had already fallen into his hands. He only felt that his whole body was weak, compared to the time when he was forced by the carp spirit, his soul was about to scatter and his position was about to shift.

  With eyes closed, took a deep breath, and after a long time slowly opened his eyes, saying: "How long have I been asleep."

  "River God, since you fell asleep, flowers have bloomed twice and snow has fallen twice."

  The shell is quietly floating on one side, while the big red shrimp is holding a big red clip and speaking quickly.

  Chen Jingxin was shocked in his heart, not expecting that two years had already passed. His memory still lingered on the day he saw off Ye Qingxue, and he immediately asked: "Do you know how my Shifu Ye Qingxue is doing?"

  "On land, no one knows what's going on. Three months ago, a passing white heron said that in a faraway place, it saw a storm, and within the storm, people were fighting with magic. Among them was a woman whose clothes were whiter than the heron's feathers, and who was more beautiful than the heron. She knew the heron's most feared thunder magic, and with a wave of her hand, lightning fell down to kill people, just like birds eating fish." Big Red Shrimp said loudly, but lowered his head at the last sentence, because what the white heron actually said was: "Just like birds eating fish."

  The big red shrimp thought that the white heron was talking about itself, feeling uncomfortable in its heart, so it changed into an insect. The big red shrimp did not hear Chen Jing's response and looked up at Chen Jing again, only to feel that this river god looked much weaker, but his eyes were even more piercing, as if he could see into his own heart.

  "Hmm, has anything else happened in these two years?" Chen Jing asked.

  "A year ago, a female Taoist priest suddenly appeared from somewhere and meditated for three days in the temple of the River God, taking away a girl from the village in front of the river."

  "What's with the getup, lady?"

  "That female Taoist has a middle-aged appearance, looking cold and icy, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe. She came like the wind, unknown from where she came. When sitting in the temple, there is a killing aura emanating from her, which can disperse the incense and wishes of the River God Temple. She can summon clouds with her hand, and confuse the eyes of the masses so they cannot see her body. When leaving, she steps on clouds and ascends to the ninth heaven, disappearing without a trace. It seems that her magical powers are extremely high, perhaps she is about to enter the Immortal Path." The big red shrimp spoke very quickly, it seems that it has a deep impression of that female Taoist, or maybe it was intimidated by her.

  Chen Jing was deep in thought, he didn't understand much about the people and things between heaven and earth. As a child, he wandered with the old sword guest, but the old sword guest rarely spoke, and occasionally said words that Chen Jing couldn't understand. He couldn't figure out what kind of person the female Taoist was, and then he heard the big red shrimp say: "Immortals do not enter temples, gods do not enter Taoist altars. That female Taoist sat in the River God Temple for three days, dispersing the killing energy and incense wishes, this is hostile to the River God."

  The big red shrimp is still to be said, Chen Jing has already waved his hand and let them retreat. He thought to himself that he hadn't offended anyone, and after thinking for a long time, he didn't get anything, so he stopped considering it. In his heart, he thought: "No matter who it is, I'll just focus on cultivating quietly. If there's really a day when someone bullies me, I'll fight back. Even if I'm not a match for them, it's just one life. Now I'll just work hard to cultivate and won't have any regrets."

  He raised the sword, its body slender and light, its blade sharp as frost and snow, with a faint white mist surrounding it. However, anyone who had seen this sword two years ago could see that its spiritual energy had weakened significantly. If it weren't for the fact that the sword had already been tempered into a Sword of Annihilation and hadn't left Chen Jing's body, allowing its spiritual energy to flow freely, this sword would have become an ordinary iron sword by now.

  But what made Chen Jing feel unbelievable was that there was an extra snow-white insect on the sword, which was vividly visible in the white mist on the sword.

  He suddenly remembered the butterfly and sea of flowers in that illusion, and even now he still had a feeling of being able to let go. In his heart, he felt that it was not an illusion, but a real world, existing somewhere between heaven and earth.

  "Butterfly dancing in the sea of flowers, I'm lost in the universe, and I don't know which world is real, or if this current world is real. Maybe I was originally a butterfly, and everything now is just an illusion. Even if it's not, who can guarantee that this current world isn't someone else's mental space?"

  Chen Jing lightly wiped the snow worm off his sword, feeling refreshed in his heart, yet he felt more bewildered than ever before. He raised his head and gazed through the ripples at the sky, which was shrouded in a hazy color. He didn't know if he was being bewitched by the snow worm on his sword or if his soul had already been branded with the mark of that world.

  Suddenly he felt a stir in his heart and sighed: "Since the sword has a spirit, it should have a name, let's call it 'Misty Heaven'."

  He can't distinguish reality from fantasy, or maybe reality is just an illusion, and the void and reality are only a thought apart.

  Time is like a wave, one wave after another crashing against the riverbank, urging all living things to wither and grow old.

  The fish and shrimp in the embroidered spring are getting more and more, the imperial symbol of the turbulent slope has slowly taken shape in the river shadow.

  Chen Jing woke up and after a month of recuperation, he started practicing his sword skills. He wasn't without the thought of finding that land god Qin Hu, but at the time when he first woke up, he was extremely weak and powerless, and now wanting to defeat Qin Hu was still impossible.

  Under the starry sky, on the river surface, layers of fog rose, and the sword's momentum was in the misty and ethereal. He didn't know when it started, but he felt that the sword in his hand had a life of its own, as if a new life was being nurtured within.

  Sword shadows dance vaguely, misty atmosphere is desolate and remote.

  He practiced sword on the river surface, which is to cultivate his spirit and also to cultivate his sword. With the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers washing his sword body, he also washed his own soul. However, as time passed by, his feeling of being in a virtual or real world did not dissipate in the slightest. So much so that his sword moves had an additional layer of mysterious color, always fond of watching Chen Jing practice sword with big red shrimp and shells, and every time the sword dance started, he would be infatuated with it without knowing himself.

  When the sword dance stopped, they woke up and thought they had just fallen asleep.

  On the turbulent slope above Embroidered Spring Bend and the river surface of Evil Dragon Gorge, whether in daytime or nighttime, a layer of river mist always shrouds everything. In the midst of this mist, Chen Jing's figure is like that of an immortal, with his sword's shadow reflecting the sun, moon, stars, and constellations, its light scales shimmering, radiating five colors within the misty air.

  Spring goes and autumn comes, the river water rushes.

  On both sides of the valley, the cliffs were several dozen feet high. A gust of wind blew by, and suddenly a spotted tiger leapt up to the top of the cliff. On its back sat a woman with an ethereal air, her face veiled in a light gauze, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn water, wearing a black skirt, with a pair of green shoes visible, while her two arms were as white and smooth as snow or jade.

  She sat in the midst of the striped tiger's lair, gazing out at the vast expanse of misty air, where a figure in green robes moved with his sword, ethereal as smoke. Not far from him on the river's surface, a large red shrimp appeared and disappeared amidst the waves, and a shell floated up and down.

  The woman watched him dance with his sword, not disturbing him, and was amazed in her heart. She felt that the sword's momentum was ethereal, yet revealed a sharp killing intent, but gave people a feeling of being in a dreamlike state. Unbeknownst to her, it had started raining in the sky, and she sat still as a tiger, while the fierce tiger also looked at the person dancing with his sword on the river's surface with human-like eyes.

  The misty rain shrouded the entire Evil Dragon Gorge, with the sky and earth seeming to merge into one. A woman in black stood atop a mountain cliff, accompanied by a ferocious tiger that sat motionless beside her. Amidst the gentle rain, she gazed calmly at a figure in green dancing with his sword amidst the misty rain on the river surface of the gorge.

  Suddenly, the blue-clad swordsman dancing on the river surface in the misty rain disappeared. The black-clad woman had not yet come to her senses when a faint, gentle humming sound reached her ears. She raised her head, and it seemed that a streak of bright light flashed past her ear, bringing with it a cool breeze that blew up the thin veil covering her face, revealing her crimson lips and slender, delicate nose. The place where the bright light had passed left a chill spreading throughout her body, as if a snowflake had fallen on the back of her neck.

  She slightly furrowed her brow, but before she had time to think about what that flash of light was, a voice rang out: Where did the goddess come from.

  At the top of the waterfall in the canyon, a figure appeared at the same time. He was wearing a green robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and his black hair was tied back to his head. His hands were clasped behind his back, standing still at the top of the waterfall, his robes fluttering down into the water and flowing with the current. It was the same person who had just danced with his sword on the surface of the river.

  "I come from Wushan, and I'm going to Dongyue Dadi to listen to the Tao. I'll pass by Baohe River and borrow a road to travel." Her voice was light and airy, giving people a dreamy feeling in the drizzle.

  "Dongyue Dadi? Is it Mount Tai? I don't know what kind of Dao fruit is being referred to."

  "The Great Emperor of Mount Tai, Dongyue, speaks of the Tao, not immortals, nor demons, nor exorcising ghosts or spirits, nor seeing humans," she said, her face veiled by a thin gauze, standing still on the mountain cliff dozens of feet high, in the misty rain-filled sky and earth, her voice was as clear as the sound of the waterfall.

  "Thank you for letting me know!"

  A woman in a black dress sits sideways on the back of a spotted tiger, nods slightly towards the mountain gorge, pats the tiger's head lightly, and the tiger lets out a loud roar, leaps up, and jumps over the mountain gorge in the midst of misty rain, disappearing into the vast expanse of the misty sky.

  Chen Jing stood at the top of the waterfall in the misty rain, his robes floating like duckweed on the water.

  The woman had just seen a flash of light, which was actually the Misty Heaven Sword passing by her ear, but she didn't react. It's unclear whether it was beyond her expectations or if she was mesmerized by the sword's shadow.

  Chen Jing knew very little about the affairs of the gods and spirits, and didn't even know that a god's soul had to borrow a road when passing through.

  It fluttered up and flew away like a blue bird soaring in the rain and fog, suddenly falling onto the river surface and silently sinking in.