In the eyes of this Taoist, Chen Jing's magical powers were unstable and flickering, and he was fleeing in a panic. It was clear that he had just come from the underworld and had not yet adapted, and his frantic escape made him an easy target for elimination.

  He sneered and was about to chase after him with all his might when a faint mist suddenly appeared on Chen Jing's body, like a black wave emerging out of thin air. Then Chen Jing's body disappeared, the black wave dissipated, and there was no sign of Chen Jing in the air anymore.

  The Taoist has a rather dignified appearance, with three strands of black whiskers fluttering in the wind, treading on empty air, and his robes billowing in the wind.

  His eyes gleamed like lightning as he glanced around, and suddenly let out a cold laugh. He pulled out his hand from his robe, revealing a small jade bottle in the palm of his hand. He opened the bottle and poured two drops of clear liquid into his eyes. His eyes closed slightly before opening again, now shining with clarity. As he looked around once more, he saw amidst the scattered rocks a figure with disheveled black hair, tattered blue clothes, and half of their left temple missing, shrouded in dark energy. It was evident at first glance that this person was missing a chunk of their skull, but it wasn't the demonic creature from earlier. Chen Jing hung his head low, his black hair falling down, making it impossible to discern his expression.

  "You little scamp, where do you think you're going?"

  The Taoist pinched his fingers, his mouth corners moved slightly, no incantation was heard, but the void generated ripples, and circles of ripples emerged around him, the sword on his back being the source of the vibration.

  "Clang......"

  The sword left its scabbard. The sword body was green and yellow, surprisingly a snake-shaped wooden sword, but the sword hum was like gold and iron. Countless talismans were engraved on it. The sword stabbed into the void, disappeared, spiritual energy surged, suddenly, a dark green dragon burst out of the void, with a yellow crown on its head, sharp teeth in its mouth, eyes like green with yellow pupils, icy and sternly killing.

  As soon as the Azure Dragon appeared, dark clouds filled the sky, a foul wind suddenly rose, and a strong oppressive force came pressing down from above.

  This python is almost indistinguishable from a real one, and this kind of magical technique that imitates the shape is extremely difficult to cultivate. To imitate something with great power, it is necessary to have personal experience and understanding. From this powerful python, it can be seen that this Taoist must have witnessed a real python's battle.

  The dragon's body is as thick as a water bucket, with scales of cyan and yellow. The dragon opens its mouth and takes a bite, biting through the void, and one head drills into the mixed void and disappears without a trace. The remaining body outside twists, whirlwinds rise, clouds change color, and in an instant also disappear without a trace, leaving only a giant vortex.

  "Boom..."

  The pile of rocks below suddenly turned into dust, and a yellow smoke burst forth. The dragon had already risen to the sky, coiling under the Taoist's feet. In an instant, it had condensed the spiritual energy into clouds, and the Taoist standing on the dragon's back looked even more mysterious and unfathomable.

  His eyes gleamed with a clear light, scanning the surroundings. Because of that one blow, he clearly knew he had struck empty air, but he hadn't seen clearly how Chen Jing escaped in the instant the dragon appeared above the pile of rocks, because at that time Chen Jing's surrounding space was already wrapped up by the turbulent winds, making it extremely difficult to escape, let alone turn invisible. But he didn't see Chen Jing at all, and just then, a figure fell from the void in the distance.

  The Taoist was overjoyed and laughed loudly, saying: "Haha, you want to leave? All living things in the world have their own destination, how can a creature from the underworld come to the world of the living?" The dragon under the Taoist's feet stirred and took him flying through the air like a wave, arriving above Chen Jing in an instant.

  "You leave, I am not a demon from the underworld." The voice was not clear, as if suppressing something, and it was extremely painful to say.

  The Taoist rejoiced secretly: "This demon seems to have been seriously injured and has just arrived in the human world, with too much yin energy on its body, which was rejected by heaven and earth. It's only fitting that I should eliminate this demon. Looking at this demon's methods, after escaping today and adapting to the heavenly yuanqi, it will be a thousand times more difficult to kill it."

  "Hmph, today I will behead you and hang your demonic head at the gate of Xianfu Sect to warn all evil spirits, accept your death!"

  Chen Jing stood on the ground with his hand grasping the tree trunk, and his fingers had no blood color at all, dry and black like charcoal. His hand was tightly clasped into the bark, his whole body trembling, as if he was enduring something with great effort.

  Just as the Taoist's words fell, Chen Jing suddenly raised his head, his eyes icy cold and blood red. Dark green spots appeared on his dry face, half of his skull was gone, and half of his hair hung down to cover half of his face. Except for still being in human form, there wasn't a hint of humanity anywhere else.

  At the moment when Dao Ren and Chen Jing locked eyes, he was startled in his heart, and then angrily shouted to exorcise the demon. However, just as he finished reciting the spell, at the moment when the dragon under him let out a loud roar, he saw a butterfly in his eyes. A black butterfly, fluttering up, flying towards him. Under the light flapping of the butterfly's wings, there was a faint wisp of black smoke drifting away.

  The black butterfly's flight seemed to tug at his heart, and he forgot everything - the incantations, the underworld demons, all forgotten. He simply stood there, quietly mesmerized by the butterfly's dance. Flowers bloomed wherever the black butterfly flew, as if they were blossoming in his own heart, filling him with an uncontainable joy.

  This was naturally only seen by this Taoist, and in the distance, a traveler was approaching with an empty air. From afar, he saw that the Taoist stood still in mid-air, not moving at all, with his mouth slightly open, as if staring at something in extreme infatuation.

  Before they could react, a black light flashed across the Taoist's neck, and blood spurted out. The Taoist's head and body fell to the ground one after another. And that python transformed into a snake-shaped wooden sword dropped to the ground.

  "Second Master..."

  In the distance, a person let out a loud and sorrowful cry. Then, Chen Jing appeared on the ground, his face twisted in anger as he shouted: "Evil demon, you will die!" Before he had even finished speaking, a green ribbon appeared in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the ribbon transformed into a green dragon that dove straight at Chen Jing. The others following behind him also pulled out various magical artifacts from their sleeves, reciting incantations as they did so. The artifacts transformed into all sorts of ferocious beasts - dragons, snakes, tigers, wolves, bears, eagles... and some unknown malevolent creatures - filling the air with a chaotic tumult. Spiritual energy surged through the sky like a tidal wave, churning and boiling.

  However, just as these spells were about to be cast, a faint sword hum began to echo in their ears, like the sound of a sword slicing through the air, and yet it seemed like a distant lover's call.

  The scene in front of me changed suddenly, and I saw a black mist floating in with the wind, like fog. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a black butterfly emerged from the dark mist, fluttering gently back and forth, up and down, as if dancing among the flowers in the breeze.

  In the distance, on a mountain peak, a girl in a pale pink dress with white flowers sat on a white crane. The white crane looked somewhat illusory and lacked spirit, flying very slowly, tilting and swaying in the wind. Like a small boat on a wave, she seemed to be on the verge of falling off the crane at any moment.

  She had cold sweat seeping out, obviously not familiar with this white crane at all, and extremely struggling. But when she looked ahead, her mouth suddenly opened, but no sound came out of her mouth. Immediately after, the white crane lost control, turned into a paper crane and floated down, while she herself fell on the mountain head, fortunately not far from the mountain head, without losing her life.

  She fell on the mountain top and wanted to climb up, but her feet felt severe pain.

  A loud shout suddenly came from the void, accompanied by a strong spiritual wave that rolled in like the wind, causing the grass and trees on the mountain top to sway wildly.

  "Daddy……" A girl wearing a pale red dress on the mountain top suddenly shouted loudly. In her eyes, there was a black-haired, tattered and worn-out monster-like creature with dark mist surrounding its body. In front of it, in mid-air, a black butterfly fluttered about, with irregular blades attached to its wings. The monster was facing forward, where a person's head had just been severed from their body, falling towards the ground with blood splattering everywhere. Further down below, there were many people whose heads had also been severed, rolling about in mid-air.

  "Dad... Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle..."

  She struggled to get up, but couldn't no matter how hard she tried. All she could do was shout loudly: "Demon, I'm going to kill you! Demon... Father..." Then, the demon in her eyes seemed to hear her cry and turned its head around, with only coldness in its crimson pupils.

  She was shocked by the death of her loved one, without a hint of fear, and cried out in pain: "Devil, come on, come and kill me. I want to kill you..." However, unexpectedly, that devil suddenly flew away in one direction, disappearing into thin air, leaving behind only a pile of corpses, some fallen on the ground, some hanging from tree branches, each with their heads severed.

  All sorts of disappearances in the world are spreading at an incredible speed, just like some big things will have wind to spread.

  The news of the Xianfu Sect being invaded by demons soon spread throughout the cultivation world. Although the Xianfu Sect was only a small sect, it had already been established for over a hundred years. Some disciples who went down the mountain to travel gained a good reputation, but the sect was invaded by an unknown demon, and the sect leader Zhao Feng died. Three elders, Zhao Ling, Zhao Qing, and Zhao Mo, as well as more than ten disciples, were killed. Only the sect master's daughter, Zhao Yu Xian, and some disciples survived. The whereabouts of Zhao Feng's son, Zhao Yu Jian, are unknown.

  Demons ran amok, and the major sects of the Black Hut State immediately dispatched elite disciples to slay demons, causing a stir.

  Not all cultivators in this world are high-flying, many are hidden among the people, understanding the hearts of heaven and humanity, quietly contemplating the Great Way, hoping to break through the gate of the Immortal Dao's primordial spirit.

  The Lingyuan Building was doing a thriving business, with every seat taken. Each person's table had wine and dishes on it, or melons, fruits, pastries paired with clear tea. This was the second floor, and only people of status could come up here; they all seemed to be waiting for something. Just a moment later, a bell rang out, and an old man with white hair walked out from the inner room. Although he was advanced in years, his face looked ruddy and his spirit was very good; he went straight to a high table at the center of the north side of the hall. With a smile, he bowed to the three sides and cleared his throat, saying: "Looking at the large number of listeners who have come today, I suppose you've all already heard something about what's happened this month. Today, I'll tell everyone about the affairs of the immortal family..."

  He turned out to be a storyteller, but what he told was not the chivalrous affairs of ordinary rivers and lakes, but the immortal gods between heaven and earth.

  The people below stirred slightly and soon calmed down again.

  "It has been a year since Qian Luomen Xue Xue single-handedly killed the sect leader Jiang Liuyun, and the immortal family has been in chaos ever since. In my Hei Miao State, there is a mountain called Cang Xue Mountain, where the immortal family's sect, Xian Fu Zong, is located. The sect was founded over 120 years ago, and its master, Zhao Feng, has extraordinary abilities that can transform heaven and earth. In the rear of the Xian Fu Zong's forbidden land, there is a sealed area, which is said to be the passage to the underworld... That demon creature had a dark green face with red spots, dry skin like a skull, and was extremely cruel and ruthless... It killed all the immortal family members of the Xian Fu Zong..."