The world is vast, but Chen Jing felt that it was very small. He least wanted to meet Zhao Yubai, yet he met her. Hurriedly walking away, avoiding the inexplicable danger rising in his heart. With a calm and collected demeanor, he hid his own aura, meditating every day to merge his spirit with the sword, merging with the butterfly, entering that illusory world.

  He often has an illusionary feeling, unable to distinguish whether he is a butterfly or a human.

  He could feel the danger approaching, and he desperately avoided it, wandering in the vast mountains. As he passed by a small stream, he wanted to take a look at himself in the water to see if his body was no longer as dry and dark after absorbing the spiritual energy of the world day and night. He had already squatted down to look at the stream when a red flower petal floated downstream. His heart slightly startled, he looked up, only to see more and more red flower petals floating downstream. And the source of the flower petals was in a woman's hand.

  A woman in a dark-colored long dress sits on a gray stone by the stream, her jade-like feet placed in the water, holding a red flower and plucking it petal by petal, throwing them into the stream.

  The woman in the dark blue cheongsam, Chen Jing had once seen the Goddess of Wushan, riding a tiger across the Evil Dragon Gorge. She gave Chen Jing a feeling like a mountain valley after rain, ethereal and dreamy. But the woman in front of him, although dressed and adorned exactly like her, had a completely different temperament. Those fingers plucking flowers were white as snow, with gentle movements, but Chen Jing felt waves of murderous aura. Before seeing her, he hadn't noticed her at all, but once he saw her, he found her extremely jarring, those flower-plucking hands seemed to be plucking hearts.

  When Chen Jing looked at her clearly, the flower in her hand had already been picked. Chen Jing thought she was going to throw away that branch, but suddenly another flower bloomed on that branch. This time the flower was white, like an ice flower, with a faint mist rising.

  "My master once said that a person living in this world is just suffering, and death is the same, both are suffering. The living do not know they are suffering, nor do the dead. They all say they are alive, thinking they are human, while those on the other side are just lost souls." Her voice was as beautiful as she was, but Chen Jing felt a chill.

  Look up at the sky, white clouds are drifting by, a green leaf is blown up to the cloud by the wind, spinning around, as if it's going to fall this way.

  "You have killed people, many of them, and you will kill again. So no matter who you are, you are doomed to die. My master said this is the law of cause and effect, not the kind where you commit a crime in this life and get punished in the next, but the kind where you get punished by the people in this world."

  Chen Jing closed his eyes, and in his thoughts, behind him on the peak of this green mountain, there was an additional monk, steady as a mountain, sealing off the space behind him.

  "Who are you?" Chen Jing asked slowly as he opened his eyes.

  "You can call me Mo Mo." She looked at Chen Jing and suddenly smiled: "Useless."

  Chen Jingna's movement of crouching down to prepare for washing her hands came to an abrupt halt.

  "You are the River God of Embroidered Spring, how could I not be on guard against you escaping by borrowing water. The creek water has already been cast with my spell, it's normal that you didn't notice. Perhaps, you did discover but couldn't distinguish clearly, because I am a Daoist cultivator, and can borrow the power of all things to create techniques."

  "You know me, so you should also know that I was actually cursed." Chen Jing looked at the woman who called herself Mo Mo.

  "Yes, I know. Does it change the fact that you killed him?"

  Chen Jing was silent.

  "Go ahead and kill yourself! I will put your physical body in the icy snow of Cangshan, forever frozen, to atone for the sins of this life." She said slowly, with the sound of the brook babbling as if accompanying her.

  As her voice fell, Chen Jing suddenly laughed, or perhaps it should be called a bitter smile.

  In this bitter and ferocious smile, a sword hum pierced through the clouds in the quiet valley, shattered swords rose into the air, the speed seemed extremely slow, as if it was a dying person struggling to pull out their sword, yet in an instant, it arrived before Mo Mu's eyes.

  Chen Jing's eyes had changed, becoming cold and unfeeling. In his eyes, the world only had two colors.

  Black and white.

  Her eyes, which had been calm and serene, flashed with astonishment. Her jade-like foot, submerged in the water, kicked out, causing the entire stream to surge up and transform into a silver ribbon that rushed towards Chen Jing. At the same time, she herself rose into the air like a dream, surrounded by fluttering red and white flower petals, instantly giving her an ethereal quality that made it impossible to discern her true form.

  A green leaf in the sky falls with the wind, and every time it turns over, it disappears for a moment, and before turning around, it has already fallen from the clouds to the sky above the old landscape.

  The sound of the sword's hum still lingered in the mountains, Chen Jing's sword suddenly scattered, and the sword fragments flew like a swarm of butterflies. The small stream transformed into a sea of silver flowers, and suddenly a splash of bright red blood appeared, faintly visible was a fragment of the sword appearing in the shadow of the flowers, only to disappear instantly.

  The brook's silver ribbon burst into a vast misty rain, petals scattered, and a black skirt floated down amidst it.

  The green leaf in the air paused slightly, then disappeared, but just as it was about to disappear, the green leaf suddenly split into two halves. A disheveled person appeared in mid-air, looking shocked at a sword shrouded in black smoke that had also appeared at the same time. With just one glance, he turned his head and flew away swiftly into the distance. The sword trembled slightly in mid-air, trembling out a faint shadow.

  The head of the person who was flying high in the sky suddenly fell silently, and a sword with black smoke floating around it appeared beside him. The sword body was full of cracks, without a hilt, and trembled slightly. The previous shadow dispersed with the wind at this time. And the sword had already turned around and stabbed into the void, disappearing from sight.

  On the mountain waist, a red light suddenly burst out in mid-air. A bald monk with a red glow on his head was flying rapidly towards the sky. His speed was as fast as lightning, and under the red light, one could clearly see that he was stepping on air as if it were ice, with fine cracks appearing in the void with each step.

  One step at a time, leaving behind an illusion in the void.

  In the red light, a sword with black smoke floating around it appeared on the back of the monk's neck. The red light wrapped itself around the sword like a red silk cloth.

  The sword body has a layer of gray, substantial light, and in Qin Guang City for three hundred years, his own law power has not increased, but the flesh has been eroded by the yin spirit energy, and the sword has been washed and refined by the yin spirit energy day and night, forming a faint sword aura. If it were not for the fact that the sword aura was mainly formed by the condensation of yin spirit energy, which had already dissipated at this time, then relying on the sword aura, the power of the sword would have increased several times. Otherwise, how could this sword easily break Mo Miao's protective magic, and also easily cut off Qing Ye with one sword?

  The sword flashed suddenly and disappeared.

  The monk was shocked, suddenly opening his mouth to spit out a mysterious syllable. A red glow like blood burst forth from the top of his head, and his body was enveloped in a layer of golden light, making him seem like a living Buddha. In the instant that the golden light appeared, a sword flashed across the back of his neck. The golden light flickered, but was actually cut open by the sword's aura. Through the golden light, a deep gash could be seen on the back of his neck.

  The sword appeared in mid-air, and after a brief pause, the monk had already flown out of several tens of meters.

  The sword tip trembled slightly, and a black butterfly flew out quietly.

  The monk took a step forward, flashing extremely fast towards the sky, and at the same time, he once again chanted that strange and mysterious syllable. The golden light on his body surged again, and the red light on top of his head was like blood. Under the illumination of the red light, a sword had already stabbed down towards his head, directly piercing his eyes. He lowered his head slightly, and the sword had already stabbed into his forehead, leaving a trail of blood, but it wasn't fatal.

  The sword, however, did not continue to chase after him. Instead, it drew a faint shadow in the air and returned to Chen Jing's hand, disappearing into his sleeve. A soft, ethereal hum spread out from where the sword had vanished. At that very moment, a voice like the chanting of Buddhist scriptures came from an extremely distant place: "What is the name of this sword?"

  Chen Jing raised his head and blurted out: "Misty Sky."

  "What is the name of your sword technique."

  "Zhan Xian Fo..."

  Chen Jing's voice was not magnificent, but cold and hard, with a demonic charm that made others feel dizzy when they heard it.

  The valley was quiet, and the originally bright sky had a wisp of dark cloud appearing at some point, which quickly spread.

  It's windy!

  Heavy rain pours down, and big drops create mist.

  The sky suddenly flashed with a burst of light, and in the blink of an eye, it was already amidst the wind and rain above the valley. Immediately afterwards, several people emerged from the earth and trees in the valley, and several others descended from mid-air. There were Taoist priests with flowing robes, and dignified elderly men, each followed by dozens of disciples, including that monk who had escaped from Chen Jingjian's sword. A scar on the back of his neck was shocking to behold, and a wound on his forehead, like an open bloody eye.

  Zhao Yubai stood at the top of the mountain, looking down at the valley below, his mouth tightly pursed and his eyes complex.

  In the blink of an eye, the valley was packed with people from far and near, all with looks of incredulity on their faces.

  "The demon has escaped in the rain and is now at least a hundred miles away."

  "Chase." The voice was cold and resolute in the wind and rain.

  The Hei Fang state was shaken, and three of the most famous names among the new generation simultaneously took action, only to end up with two dead and one injured. According to rumors, Qing Ye and Mo Xianzi were instantly killed by a demon.

  It is still the same Lingyuan Building, and it is still the same old storyteller. There are more people listening inside the building now. Each face is solemn, not even daring to breathe a word, intently listening to the storyteller's every sentence.

  Chen Jing was sitting in a deep mountain cold pool, the cold pool was surrounded by mist and smoke, with tall trees all around. He sat there, surrounded by a kind of strange fish swimming slowly, seemingly unaware of Chen Jing's presence.

  In this cold pond, the spiritual energy is quite dense, Chen Jingzheng sits cross-legged in it, meditating and cultivating his energy.

  He drew his sword five times in that valley, one sword cut Mo Mei, two swords cut Qing Ye, and two swords chased Mu Zhen.

  These five swords are all understood in the netherworld, and they are extremely swift sword techniques that seem to pierce through the void. He didn't know that this sword technique wasn't unique to him alone, but rather was one of the superior sword techniques known by sword cultivators long ago, called "Instant Sword Technique". Many sword practitioners would never master this technique in their lifetime, and even those with high spiritual power couldn't learn it. To learn Instant Sword Technique, both opportunity and intuition were indispensable. Chen Jing didn't know that this was Instant Sword Technique, and there were very few people in the world who knew about it. That's why Mokuren would still ask what sword technique this was after escaping.

  Chen Jing suddenly said it was "beheading the immortal Buddha", which also matched the situation at that time.

  However, the five swords were his limit. After the fifth sword, Chen Jing's magical and physical strength were completely drained. Just then, a strong wind and rainstorm passed through, allowing him to escape safely from there. If not for that storm, he could only have escaped by borrowing the power of the creek water, although it would also have allowed him to leave quickly, but there would be traces to follow, making it easy to be caught up with.

  At this time, Chen Jing's body had changed again. His originally dry and black flesh now had some moisture, but after gaining some moisture, his skin turned into a black, rotting mud-like substance that stuck to his body, making him look even more terrifying.