The giant red shrimp was in a state of panic, and couldn't help but exclaim: "We've fallen into the River God's trap!" As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jing's sword hilt struck him once. In the darkness, Chen Jing's voice echoed out: "Ha ha, mountains are earth, one of the five elements, how can they possibly seal off water? Water is beneath all things, flowing with the current, wherever there is life, there is water flowing through it, existing in every place that people know or don't know. Either it's a mighty torrent sweeping across thousands of miles, or it's silently nourishing all things, hidden deep within the nine depths. Now I am water, and water is me, if I want to leave the mountain, naturally I will come out."

  This remark was as if it were spoken to Wu Meng, and yet it seemed to be an explanation of the subtleties of water for the benefit of the big red shrimp. When he finished speaking, the big red shrimp felt a lightness all over his body and a brightness before his eyes, and found that they had already emerged from the mountains.

  Wu Meng stood at the summit of Wu Meng Mountain, a golden axe with a long handle standing upright on the snow-covered peak, facing the biting cold wind. He gazed out at Chen Jing, who was wrapped in an invisible flow of water and bursting forth with great momentum. His eyes narrowed slightly, lost in thought. This had always been his move when making an attack, but every time Chen Jing would effortlessly break through it. Especially the last time, which was the most perilous, Wu Meng could be certain that Chen Jing had intentionally hidden himself underground, showing that he had long been confident that Wu Meng Mountain's seal couldn't hold him back.

  On the distant mountain tops, three or two gods stood quietly on the snowy peaks, watching Chen Jing ride away like a red shrimp flowing in the river, and sighed: "What a wonderful magic, the magic can be used so wonderfully, there are not many among the mountain gods and land gods in the world."

  "Who is he?"

  "Jiuhua Prefecture, Balin border, Jinhe embroidered spring river god."

  All the way south, Chen Jing had already withdrawn his magic, letting the big red shrimp walk freely. The big red shrimp seemed to feel that it was too dangerous on this land, and it would be safer in Xiu Spring, so it walked straight towards Xiu Spring. It climbed over mountains, crossed rivers, and leaped over cliffs. As it went further south, the snow fell more gently, although it was still falling in large flakes, but no longer urgently.

  "He River God, let's go back and kill that Wu Meng. Look at the big axe in his hand, it looks pretty fierce. Why don't we take it from him and make him know that the gods of the Jinghe water domain are not to be trifled with." Da Hong Xia said, swinging his wolf-toothed club and huffing with anger.

  "Haha, he's not easy to deal with. Although I'm not afraid of him, wanting to kill him is no easy task. Moreover, you only saw him alone and didn't notice the gods on the mountain top beside him, who knows if there are any among them who are friends with him."

  "Wow... this poor guy is even more cunning than our old shrimp, he must be trying to test the River God, fortunately the River God unleashed his divine power, breaking all his spells and not daring to make a move."

  Chen Jing sat on the giant prawn, looking up at the sky with a feeling that although the world was vast, there was no place for him to be.

  He remembered asking the old swordsman why he wandered everywhere and didn't settle down in one place. He said, "Because my heart is uneasy, I am unable to stay put."

  At that time, he didn't understand why his heart was uneasy and couldn't calm down. Now, he still doesn't understand why the old swordsman's heart is uneasy, but he has some understanding of that feeling.

  The big red shrimp talked non-stop, telling the story of Chen Jing's two-year sleep, informing Beike of his situation, flattering Chen Jing, and talking about how he himself grew from an ordinary river shrimp who was confused and awakened to become the majestic river god's mount that held a wolf-toothed club and traversed the land.

  Chen Jing occasionally said a few words, while Beike was silent all the way, except when the big red shrimp told her about its situation, she would show her desire to eat the shrimp, otherwise she would quietly follow beside him.

  All the way, Chen Jing didn't borrow a road from anyone, but there was no one to stop him. He crossed mountains and rivers, heading straight south, traveling three thousand miles without any obstacles. Occasionally, some blind monsters came out to block his way, but they were knocked down by the big red shrimp wolf-tooth club that ran faster than a horse, and then swallowed into the shell with moss on it.

  Just over a hundred miles away from the Qujiang River, three people blocked their path. One held a dark soul fork, another was covered in black fur with a human head and bear body. The one in the middle wore a Taoist robe, but had a scholar's scarf tied around his head, and at his waist hung a short sword with an ebony scabbard. They were the three mountain gods from Sancai Ridge who had been robbed of their wolf-tooth club by Chen Jing.

  "Damn it, these three scoundrels were waiting for us here. River God, which way should we escape?" Just as Big Red Shrimp finished speaking, he was hit on the head by Chen Jing's sword sheath, feeling a sharp pain, and then heard: "Charge forward."

  The big red shrimp suddenly felt that the three people in front of him were just small fish in the river, and shouted: "You three have the audacity to block the way of Shrimp Grandfather!"

  He finished speaking and raised his wolf-toothed club, charging towards the three of them without fearing their profound magical powers.

  Among them, the bear spirit who had his weapon snatched away was furious. How dare a small shrimp like him shout at him like that? He took one step forward, and the ground shook. In an instant, a surge of energy shot up into the air, just like a mountain pressing down on Chen Jing.

  The giant prawn's heart was filled with fear, its body slightly trembling. In its ears echoed the voice of Chen Jing: "A drop of water can pierce a stone, accumulating to form a river, reflecting the sun and moon in calmness, swallowing heaven and earth in anger."

  Sound resounds, inviting wind and summoning energy, with changing colors of the clouds.

  When Chen Jing Nian said this, Hei Xiong Jing suddenly felt the eight trigrams of spiritual energy gathering around Chen Jing's body, forming an invisible river that took shape in just a blink of an eye. The invisible river had formed, but it flowed peacefully and calmly.

  He let out a low hum in his heart, and a black mountain appeared on his head, extremely steep and majestic. His whole body's aura rose sharply, charging straight at Chen Jing and the giant prawn, as if he was about to crush them all into pulp with one blow.

  At this moment, the calm river-like aura around Chen Jing suddenly turned into a rapid waterfall that fell from the ninth heaven, surging and howling. A momentum that seemed to engulf everything in the world was born, and he was greatly shocked, feeling as if he were an ordinary mortal in front of a torrential flood, so powerless.

  "He actually grasped the momentum of the Evil Dragon Gorge."

  In the distance, two more unbelievable ones spoke as they drank heavily and drummed up their full-body law power to Chen Jing, who suddenly rose into the air and transformed into two mountains pressing down. However, these mountains only showed a virtual shape, but did not have that kind of oppressive aura that suppressed all things.

  The giant prawn leapt up, feeling that even if it were facing the Eastern Emperor, it would dare to fight. Everything in its eyes slowed down. The wolf-toothed club swung out from the pincers, and the bear spirit was smashed into a pulp. The other two were pressed down at the same time, and as the wolf-toothed club swung up, they suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. The giant prawn soared through the air, like a rolling flood sweeping down, its wolf-toothed club chopping and smashing the two gods into two clusters of bloody mist.

  In an instant, heaven and earth returned to calmness, the big red shrimp fell to the ground, as if it were an illusion.

  "I killed three mountain gods!" The big red shrimp fell to the ground and turned around, saying in disbelief: "River God, I, old shrimp, actually killed three gods. Could it be that you used your magic?"

  "Heh heh, I did indeed use magic, but those three were indeed killed by you."

  The big red shrimp was excited in his heart, and the scene of chopping up the three gods like chopping vegetables and smashing them into a bloody mist kept echoing in his mind. He couldn't help but laugh loudly: "River God, other gods are too weak! You should also make me a mountain god to play with. Within three months, I, the old shrimp, will surely bring down 100 mountain peaks for you, guaranteeing that you'll be more powerful than the Green Screen Mountain God!"

  "We deities who have left our divine domains are equivalent to the realm of refining and purifying one's energy. Those who understand the momentum of mountains and rivers within their domain can be compared to a cultivator who refines their energy and transforms into a deity. Therefore, deities generally do not leave their sealed boundaries, as leaving makes it easy to lose one's divine position, especially in these times when the Heavenly Court has disappeared and the world is in chaos." Chen Jing said slowly.

  The shell swallowed the bodies of the three gods on Sancai Ridge, and Chen Jing did not stop him. For a demon, swallowing the body of a cultivator is a great tonic. Along the way, the demonic energy on the shell's body became much thicker. The big red shrimp picked up those who had picked up the sea soul fork, while the green scabbard short sword was swallowed by the shell and refused to give it to the big red shrimp no matter how he asked.

  All the way, all the way watching the scenery along the way, returned to Jinghe Embroidered Spring Bend before spring arrived.

  This year's snow has fallen for an unusually long time, and a thin layer of ice still remains on the Spring Bend.

  The big red shrimp suddenly jumped up and rushed into the river. Chen Jing disappeared out of thin air, only to reappear in the River God Temple.

  Look up at the temple built from the body of the Carp Demon, it's as if I've entered a different world. From being destroyed at Qianluo Mountain to falling into the river and being rescued and placed in the River God Temple, several years have passed in the blink of an eye. The statue is still there, compared to Chen Jing now, it has more sharpness and killing intent, but less serenity and tranquility.

  Looking at the incense smoke rising from the censer under the statue, I closed my eyes and suddenly calmed down. In my mind, scenes of myself leaving the Heishui River Temple appeared. Every day, people come to burn incense, every day is different, but one thing remains the same - everyone is so devout.

  Burn incense, three bows, twice a day, never interrupted.

  Another person appeared in the painting, exceptionally eye-catching, with white clothes as snow, black hair like clouds, and a wooden hairpin inserted obliquely. She suddenly entered the temple, wandered for three days before leaving, and after several days, she entered the temple to sit quietly for a day before leaving again. After a few more days, she entered the temple to observe the god statue and the river waves for half a day before leaving, and never came back again.

  Chen Jing was perplexed in her heart, for she was indeed Ye Qingxue, the master sister who had a real but not nominal relationship with Chen Jing.

  It's been more than two years since I last saw her leave, and I haven't heard any news about her since then. Now that I've seen her again and know she's safe, I naturally feel happy, but it seems like there's something urgent going on with the way she came to the temple three times in a row.

  "Where did this thieving catty fish come from? Born with a reckless attitude, you don't even recognize your shrimp grandfather."

  Chen Jing was interrupted by the loud voice of the big red shrimp, and he frowned. Then, he heard a sharp voice: "Hmph, you're a shrimp spirit from who-knows-where, not hiding to cultivate, yet daring to come to my Water Cloud Villa to shout, leave quickly, if you're late, I'll peel your shrimp skin to make armor."

  "Ah, you're looking for trouble, aren't you? Splashy fish, I'll have a taste of your family's shrimp."

  These sounds could only be heard by Chen Jing, while Zeng Tongren could only hear a faint whistling sound from the river. His body moved slightly, and he had already dispersed like a wisp of smoke into the void. When Chen Jing arrived at Xiuchun Bay, he saw a black fish with two arms, several feet long, its entire body as black as iron, with sharp teeth in its mouth, holding a long black spear in its hand, fighting fiercely with a giant red prawn that was pinching a wolf-toothed club and a sea-soul fork.