However, when he turned back to look around again, it was already a vast expanse of white, with mist rising up, and nothing could be seen within a range of three zhang. Even his divine sense couldn't penetrate the fog. Only the cliff in front of him was clear and real. Taking a deep breath, one foot stepped onto the steep cliff, followed by the second foot, and his entire body stuck to the cliff as if glued, straight up towards the mountain peak at a 90-degree angle with the ground.

  As soon as Chen Jing's feet stepped onto the cliff, a misty water vapor appeared on his body, like the morning fog. He was wrapped in it without revealing any ease or lightness, but instead gave people a feeling of oppression and heaviness. At first, it was very faint, but as he walked step by step towards the top of the cliff, the water vapor on his body became heavier and heavier, until later, his figure could not be seen clearly, like a grayish-white cloud moving on the steep cliff wall, which the wind could not disperse.

  As soon as Chen Jing's feet stepped on the cliff, he immediately felt the cliff shaking, as if it was about to collapse due to his suspension. Taking another step forward, the cliff shook again, and continued to tilt upwards, until it suddenly collapsed, with the straight cliff falling straight down into the unknown depths of the clouds.

  Of course, this is just Chen Jing's clear feeling. From the foot of the cliff, Chen Jing can no longer be seen. Because Chen Jing has already set foot on the precipice, and in the instant he stepped onto it, his body was enveloped in a layer of mist. If someone had been standing at the foot of the cliff all along, they would have heard the gentle sound of flowing water, which gradually turned into crashing waves, and finally, the sound of a sword being unsheathed, a soft and silky sound that dispersed with the wind, yet did not disappear in the wind, but instead flowed and circulated everywhere in the air, continuous and unbroken.

  When Chen Jing stepped onto the top of the cliff, it was already a starry night sky. The darkness in front of him was hazy, and the mountains were quietly lying like ferocious beasts. The night wind was biting like a knife, and the starlight was dizzying and swaying. A crescent moon hung obliquely in the southwestern sky.

  He didn't look at any of these, because on the top of the cliff there was a person. Not just one person, but also a small pavilion. The small pavilion was gray and black, connected to the cliff wall, blending in with nature. On the edge of the pavilion stood a person looking up at the stars, wearing a star-embroidered robe and a feathered crown, with an air of quiet elegance.

  When Chen Jing stepped onto the top of the cliff, he turned around, looking ordinary, but with a sense of tranquility like that of a deep mountain valley, which was completely different from what Chen Jing had imagined.

  "Hehe, does it look strange seeing me like this?" he asked with a smile, his voice steady.

  Chen Jing didn't say anything, he just smiled slightly and quietly looked at the profound and mysterious mountain god in front of him. In Chen Jing's heart, the mountain god he saw seemed to be even more inferior than Cui Ping Niang Niang.

  "Although I couldn't suppress you with the same level of power, I will leave you still effortlessly." He said to Chen Jing in that calm and steady voice.

  Chen Jing smiled and still didn't say anything.

  "What's wrong, don't you believe me?"

  I believe.

  "You won't be tied up." The other person said calmly, with their hands clasped behind their back, "As long as you hand over the manual in your hand, I'll let you go and even help you block the pursuing enemy once."

  Chen Jing didn't answer, but instead said: "If you let me leave, I will never forget today's kindness."

  As the other party said, although Chen Jing walked to the top of the cliff, how much effort he put in only he himself knows. If the other party really wants to keep him today, it would be extremely difficult for him to leave.

  "Haha, you're like a dog in mourning, but your heart is as white and pure as the clouds of heaven. It's quite peculiar." His voice remained neutral, without any fluctuation, and his expression didn't change much either, making it hard to tell whether he was praising or mocking him.

  Chen Jing didn't respond, but instead stared into his eyes, as if trying to see into his heart.

  "Do you know how many people are looking for you in and out of these mountains?"

  "No matter how many, as long as you let me out of the mountain, I will be able to return. When my skills are restored and I am at my peak, with one sword, I can sleep soundly, gazing out at the winds and snows in all directions. Even if the stars and rivers were to turn upside down, what would I have to fear?" Chen Jing's physical body was already rotting, his tone was stiff, but this sentence came out with a kind of grandeur, as if standing on a mountain overlooking the sea, letting the fierce winds howl and the waves crash against me, with an air of proudly gazing down at the world.

  He had never been one to talk about such things, even when he was feeling strongly emotional or angry, he would just do something about it rather than speak of it. That was his nature. Yet now he spoke, not only to the profound and mysterious mountain god in front of him, but also to himself.

  The other party seemed to be unexpected as well, not expecting Chen Jingping's calm demeanor to suddenly say such a bold and earth-shattering statement. He didn't know about Chen Jing's past, if he did, he would have been even more surprised.

  He was succeeded by the River God, and the temple of the River God was flooded by the evil spirits in the river domain. He narrowly escaped death and had to seek help from various gods and goddesses everywhere, but he still owes a huge promise to the Green Screen Mountain God. The evil dragon gorge god took advantage of his unstable position as a god and came to kill him, and again he narrowly escaped death. The soul of the land god, the entanglement of the city god, the grievances and curses in the fantasy realm of Qin Guang City, each one was wandering on the edge of life and death, almost nine deaths and one life before returning to the world from the underworld, but was rejected by the entire heaven and earth, being called an evil spirit from the underworld, with the intention of making him disappear completely.

  When he said this sentence, it was so calm, with a majestic and heroic spirit in his calmness.

  "Haha......"

  After a loud laugh, he suddenly returned to calmness and stared into Chen Jing's eyes, quietly asking: "......How bold, if I said that as long as you hand over that book for me to take a look, would you dare?"

  Chen Jing's mouth curved into a slight smile, and he said lightly, "What is it that you dare not?" As he spoke, he had already taken out the book of wind-summoning and rain-calling techniques and handed it over. Without any hesitation, he stood there with his hands supporting the book, neither advancing nor retreating, waiting for this profound and unfathomable mountain god to take it.

  From high above, the vast expanse of heaven and earth, mountains like beasts, rivers like dragons. In those countless small rivers and great rivers, various cycles of illusion and destruction are constantly being performed. Among the beast-like mountains, the precipice where Chen Jing was located was like a giant python coiled in the mountain, its upper body soaring into the space between heaven and earth, as if it were about to transform into a dragon and fly away.

  The mountain god gazed at Chen Jing's eyes, his body moving step by step towards him. The starry sky transformed into a robe fluttered in the wind as he approached. He came to stand before Chen Jing, took the book, and carefully examined the characters on the cover. Opening it, he read the first line of text, and for the first time, his calm face showed surprise. Looking up, he asked: "You don't know what the Jiutian Xunfeng and Ruoshui are, do you?" Without waiting for Chen Jing's response, he continued: "This Jiutian Xunfeng is formless and intangible, yet it can blow away all things on heaven and earth like dust. It disperses human souls. If the physical body is blown by this wind, it will turn to dust. And this Ruoshui is said to be able to sink all things; even saints cannot cross it. Obtaining a single drop allows one to escape from all things and go anywhere."

  Chen Jing didn't actually know what the nine days of Xun wind and weak water were, he just had a hunch that this summoning the wind and rain technique wasn't a simple spell, it could even be called a divine ability, and an extremely powerful one at that.

  "Will you regret it?" The mountain god's mouth corners floated with a faint smile, extremely similar to sarcasm.

  "If I were to regret it, you should be hearing the sound of a sword being unsheathed right now."

  "Haha... What a bold and daring attitude! I, Baiyan, have traveled the world and observed that there are only a handful of people with such an extraordinary bearing. Haha...!" The man who called himself Baiyan suddenly burst into loud laughter, transforming in an instant from a refined and dignified demeanor to one of wild abandon, as if he were about to indulge in a night of revelry, sword-fighting, and singing.

  After finishing speaking, he returned the book of magic spells that could summon wind and rain to Chen Jing's hands and said: "Magic is mysterious and wonderful, but it's not enough to make me go back on my word. I said I would only take a look, and today, let's see how you can break out of this encirclement." As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it, and Chen Jing suddenly felt everything become clear. He looked around in all directions, and although the sky and earth were still black, he saw many people with his own eyes. In the distance, on each of the large mountain peaks, there were people standing, men and women, old and young, each with a different air about them, not a single one of whom was an ordinary person. At a glance, there were no fewer than thirty or forty people.

  They also saw Chen Jing standing on the solitary cliff, but did not move.

  "These people may not be the most outstanding disciples of various factions in Hei Wu State, but you can let so many people come to surround and kill you, which is enough to show their importance to you. There is a great elder of Xianmen sitting in town, and the rest are all talented people in the sect."

  Chen Jing just looked on silently and quietly listened.

  "You're with me, they don't dare come over." said Shirai confidently.

  Chen Jing didn't look at him, but instead gazed into the distant night fog and suddenly said: "I have a favor to ask."

  "Oh, let's talk about it."

  "If I die, I hope you can send the book in my arms to a person named Ye Qingxue. If she is still well, she should be at Qianluo Mountain."

  "Leaf Qingxue! Hehe, I've long wanted to see her in person. Don't worry, I'll definitely bring that book to Mount Qianluo. As for whether she can take it from me, we'll see if her Nine Heaven God's aura is as magnificent as the legends say." He didn't ask about Chen Jing's relationship with Leaf Qingxue, and yet he spoke so confidently. If Chen Jing had really died, the Wind and Rain spellbook in his arms would have been obtained by those people, and he could only have snatched it back. But now, he agreed so readily - either he was just putting on a show or he was truly confident.

  Chen Jing was somewhat surprised that he actually knew his senior sister Ye Qingxue, and he wondered what big thing Ye Qingxue had done during the year he was trapped in the underworld of Qin Guangcheng. Otherwise, a mountain god from Hei Fangzhou wouldn't have known her. However, there was no time to ask so many questions now, so he just bowed his head, made a courtesy, and said thank you.

  Shiraii said with a somewhat strange tone: "Don't you want me to bring something else?"

  "It doesn't matter."

  "Really no need? For example, how did he die, revenge and so on?"

  "No need, in others' eyes I'm already a demon, deserving of death. If it were the past and I encountered someone like me, perhaps I would also take action to eliminate them. I know I have a reason to die, but I'm not willing to die. If you want me to take my own life, I won't be able to do it. If you want me to stick out my neck for execution, I won't be able to stretch out my head. So I want to go back, return to Jiuhua Prefecture's Qujiang Xiuchun Bay, and from now on not get involved in the worldly dust. If I die, they will inevitably grind my bones into powder and scatter them, so let my flesh and blood be spilled on this green mountain, and from then on be able to quietly rest, also considered as fulfilling my heart's desire."

  "You're being weird, one moment you're heroic, the next you're so depressed. This state of mind won't allow you to survive, unless you bring out that sharp spirit of a swordsman who can take on all enemies from all directions. If your heart is dead, even with thousands of great ways and infinite magic, they are nothing but weeds in the mountains, mud in the rivers. How can you live forever, how can you survive in this world where all spirits seek the way and compete for a thread of life?" White Rock looked up and down at Chen Jing as he spoke, seemingly disagreeing with Chen Jing's arrangements for his posthumous affairs.

  "Heh heh, sometimes after arranging things behind my back, it's like clearing the dust from my heart and dispelling the stuffiness in my chest. Alone with only my sword, I'm like a stone sharpening its blade, even if the sky collapses and the earth shatters, I won't be afraid. These ten assassins surrounding me are just like a spring breeze brushing against my face, lifting the hairs on my forehead."

  Chen Jing said faintly, his voice not loud at first, but echoing in this space later on. He spoke until the end, when Chen Jing looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh. The sound still echoed in the mountains, as the sword hum rose to the sky.

  The sword has a heroic spirit, the heroic spirit is only in the heart. When the heart is full of vigor and the clouds are cut off, the sword's momentum is naturally sharp and unstoppable, and the killing energy rushes to the sky.

  In the dark expanse of heaven and earth, a sword light flashed like a shooting star. Chen Jing was like a long, slender green sword spirit that moved with the sword, without any weight, soft as if nothing existed.

  The sword body was born with a halo, although it was not prosperous, the halo spread out and wrapped Chen Jing around.

  "Haha, okay, then let me play a tune for you, 'Ambush from Ten Sides'." Baiyan burst out laughing, his calm and serene demeanor suddenly changing into a sharp and frenzied edge.