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  Chen Jing didn't know what he was now.

  "Is it an externalized self? Or a second yuan Shen?"

  Chen Jing had transformed into this legendary divine body, and he didn't know what it felt like to have an external incarnation. This butterfly body could be said to be a completely independent existence, that divine image was still him, and this butterfly was also him. However, the only thing inside the butterfly's body was the spiritual energy contained within the sword, and its magical power wasn't considered high. But for Chen Jing, this didn't matter; as long as he could leave the River God Temple to find Ye Qingxue, it was enough. Compared to that divine image with a body enjoying incense offerings, this butterfly body was much lighter, without the restrictions of the imperial seal, and also free from the "Soul Dream Curse", feeling carefree and at ease.

  If possible, he would rather be a butterfly like this.

  No one knew that the butterfly flying out of the River God Temple was Chen Jing. In the eyes of the monks, Chen Jing was still there, still absorbing the earth's energy and the nearby heaven and earth yuanqi into the statue, but lacked a bit of divine energy.

  The sky is still falling with faint snow, thousands of mountains and rivers have been frozen, butterflies are flying in the snowflakes, seemingly flying very slowly, but every time they flap their wings, they fly over a mountain. In the wind and snow, flying over one mountain after another, to a mountain range. This piece of mountain looks like a chessboard from the sky, now each mountain is like a chess piece on the chessboard, intersecting horizontally and vertically.

  Right in the center, there is a magnificent and towering mountain peak. The top half of it has already been buried in snow, while the lower half has mist rising from the mountainside without any snow covering it. This is exactly where Mount Qianluo's Qianluomen is located.

  As the snow falls down, it falls straight to the waist of the mountain.

  Here was being burned by a great fire when Chen Jing left, and a house had already been reduced to ashes. Chen Jing looked down and saw a collapsed thatched hut, and in his heart he knew Ye Qingxue hadn't returned for a long time.

  Circling above the collapsed grass hut, just about to leave. Suddenly felt a special breath, following that breath to look, was a stalk of unknown green bamboo, the bamboo was not long, in this heavy snowfall weather still blooming a jet-black flower.

  Chen Jingcai approached, and suddenly a voice came from that wisteria flower: "Is it Brother Chen Jing?"

  "Who are you?" Chen Jing replied in confusion.

  The plum blossom suddenly unfolded and transformed into a person, wearing a cyan ink-colored dress, quietly and elegantly, amidst the snowflakes, carrying an ethereal and dreamy aura.

  "Is it you? How are you here?" Chen Jing asked in surprise, she was the mountain goddess of Wushan who had ridden a tiger through Evil Dragon Gorge that year.

  She said: "In those years in the underworld, I wanted to kill Qin Chengyi, but my magical powers were not enough. At the time of my death, I was rescued by Qingxue Shijie and brought here."

  Chen Jing heard her call Ye Qingxue "Shi Jie" and thought to herself that Shi Jie must have accepted her as a disciple, then asked: "Why do you want to kill Qin Cheng Huang, what kind of grudge do you have against him?"

  "My sister died because of him, if he hadn't brought me into that hell, my sister wouldn't have died." She looked extremely sorrowful, but this sorrow revealed on her body made her whole person less unreal and more human.

  Chen Jing suddenly thought of the striped tiger she was riding: "Was it that tiger?"

  She didn't respond, but Chen Jing knew he was right, because the sorrow on her became even more intense.

  Chen Jing said: "How did you recognize me?"

  "That year when I passed by Evil Dragon Gorge, I saw a butterfly like this, ethereal and dreamy. Today I see it again, and I recognize it."

  "After saying so much, Chen Jing finally asked the question that he was most concerned about: 'Sister, how long has it been since you last came back?'"

  "Seven years."

  "Seven years? Did Shifu say where she was going?"

  "It was just then that Shifu woke up, and Shi Jie said she wanted to borrow the 'Tian Yao Hua Xing Pian' to help Shifu reunite his spirit and flesh and start cultivating again. After going down the mountain that time, she never came back."

  Chen Jing's butterfly-like body was quietly fluttering in the falling snow, his heart filled with surprise. From that time on, Ye Qingxue had been surrounded once, but nothing happened because Gu Yuan brought back a volume of "Divine Journey Through the Stars". Since then, there was no news. Where did Ye Qingxue go? Was she trapped by someone, or... Chen Jing dared not think about it.

  Then Chen Jing thought of Fangcun Mountain, he remembered that Guixuan had said that Fangcun Mountain was the most mysterious sect in the world, and it was the last place he knew Ye Qingsnow had been to.

  "Still don't know the name of Shifu's sister?" Chen Jing suddenly asked.

  "Qīng Yuè." She said lightly, Chen Jing couldn't help but think of the Qīng Yuè he saw earlier, he didn't expect her name to be exactly that, she seemed to have sensed Chen Jing's confusion and said: "I am originally a strand of blue vine in the world, why bother taking another name?"

  Chen Jingcai found that she was so real, everything inside was revealed. The sorrow in her heart, the void, all revealed. After circling around for a while, he said again: "Junior sister has transformed again in just a few short years."

  "Senior brother said with a smile, this is not transformation, but illusion. In the world today, even among those who occupy the position of gods, there are hardly any true transformed demons, they are just illusions, only some are more ingenious and can't be seen without using secret methods or divine powers."

  Chen Jing had never heard of the art of illusion before, and with that, he felt relieved. Transforming was so difficult, yet he had seen many transformed creatures before. Now that he thought about it, at the time, he could tell at a glance that they weren't real humans. It was precisely because they hadn't actually transformed, but rather, were illusions.

  The wind and snow have already submerged the butterfly, and Chen Jing can no longer be seen flying towards the sky from the ground. He looked down at the ground, a vast expanse of white, and could no longer tell which mountain was the gate of Qianluo Mountain.

  Chen Jing wanted to go to Fangcun Mountain, but Qingfeng didn't know where it was, and neither did he. That tortoise spring must have known, but it had also disappeared without a trace. After thinking for a while, he felt that among the people he knew, only Cuiping Mountain God might know.

  That year he went to Cuiping Mountain was to borrow the law, it was the last resort. Although Cuiping Mountain God lent him the law, Chen Jing had some reservations about Cuiping Mountain in his heart. This time again, he still had to go and ask for her help.

  Cuiping Mountain is serene and quiet, leaning so close that Chen Jing rarely heard any rumors about her. The only time was during Qin Cheng's birthday, when all the gods in the Baoling territory went, but she was the only one who didn't go.

  The snow has stopped, and the mountains look like wax statues.

  When the wind blows, it stirs up swirling snow mist.

  A pale blue butterfly is flying in the sky above the mountain.

  "The princess invites the river god." On top of a snowy mountain, a woman wearing a green leaf skirt stood there, her black hair hanging down to the ground.

  She finished speaking and turned around to leave, disappearing in just a few steps.

  A butterfly in the sky, flying lightly.

  In the emerald screen cave, there is still a jade bead curtain. In front of the curtain are stone tables and stools. Behind the curtain is white mist, and vaguely visible is a stone platform. On the platform sits a woman in palace attire, while beside her stands that raven-haired, almost ethereal woman.

  A butterfly flew in from outside the cave, circled once in mid-air, and a white light descended, transforming into a person.

  The butterfly transformed into a man in blue clothes, with white lightning patterns on his cuffs and a long sword hanging from his waist, standing quietly.

  The Phantom Technique wasn't that impressive of a spell, and after being reminded by Qingfeng once, Chen Jing naturally also came to his senses.

  This was Chen Jing's second time coming here, and his state was completely different from the first time. At that time, he was being forced by Xiao Yu to have no place to stand, like a stray dog begging for life, with his fate hanging in the balance. Now, although he is still a river god, from an external perspective, he looks completely different, and although he still has requests of her, there isn't a hint of desperation.

  Blue robe with silver-edged wide sleeves, calm eyes.

  The world is still the same, but the people in it are different. Chen Jing is still Chen Jing, but his view of the world has changed completely. Whether it's the scope of his knowledge and state of mind or the real world he sees with his own eyes, everything is different now. What presents itself to him now is a black-and-white world, returning to its origin.

  All living things have their own advantages, humans are born with spiritual intelligence, Tao body is innate, and can cultivate. Other living beings need to have the opportunity to open their spirits, although many will remain in a state of ignorance throughout their lives, but they all have their own innate divine powers.

  This butterfly Chen Jingrun didn't know what its name was, he gave it a mysterious name. There were two kinds of innate divine powers, one of which was to create an illusion that bewilders people's minds, and the other was this kind of divine power that can see through illusions. He didn't know if this divine power could see through everything, at least for now, the gods on Cuiping Mountain were no longer mysterious in his eyes.

  In Chen Jing's eyes, a subtle black and white rhythm flowed, in the black and white world, a white tiger lay quietly there.

  "Is the River God so concerned about my true identity?" The emerald screen maiden said indifferently from behind the bead curtain, her tone devoid of emotions, with a hint of eternal languor.

  Chen Jing smiled slightly and said, "Some unexpected things."

  "My clan was once renowned throughout the land, but unfortunately only this branch remains in Mount Cuiping, gasping for breath. The reason I don't reveal my true self is that I'm afraid of disgracing our ancestors." The carefree tone of Cuiping Niangniang remained unchanged, even when speaking about her own ancestors. She didn't stop there and continued to say: "On the other hand, you've undergone a transformation, reborn from the ashes."

  Chen Jing smiled and said: "To be honest, I came here today with a request."

  Cui Ping's tone and expression didn't change in the slightest, as if everything was going according to her plan. She simply said: "Those who come here usually have something they want to ask for. Generally speaking, I won't let people leave disappointed. However, I need to say one thing that I've told many people before - if you have business, just speak up, no need to beat around the bush. Because I won't help anyone without a reason, as I only do transactions. You should still remember the conditions we agreed on back when you borrowed the method."

  When Cui Ping spoke directly, Chen Jing surprisingly didn't feel a single bit of awkwardness in his heart, thinking that no matter what she said it was all a matter of course. However, hearing her words made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, so he smiled and replied: "Of course I remember, how could I forget a promise that can be used to redeem one's life?"

  "Hmm, alright, speak up, what is it?" asked Cui Ping directly.

  Chen Jing stood still, slightly lowering her eyebrows, gazing at the jade stone pavement that had appeared out of nowhere, and then looked up to say: "I wonder if Your Highness knows my senior sister Ye Qingxue?"

  She replied directly and concisely: "I know."

  "Does the princess know where my shifu is?" Chen Jing asked further.

  She quickly replied with one sentence: "I don't know."

  Chen Jingzheng wanted to ask her if she knew where Fangcun Mountain was when she said: "If you want to find your Shifu's sister, you can go to two places."

  "Where?" Chen Jing asked tightly.

  "Square Inch Mountain and Luo Fu."