He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly disappeared into thin air, only to reappear in the gray pavilion at the top of the mountain cliff. His starry robe sleeves brushed against the stone table, and a stone zither appeared on the table. The zither was gray, with five strings that seemed to be made of stone at first glance. On the surface of the zither, there were cloud patterns, and upon closer inspection, the mountains rose and fell, forming a map pattern centered around the solitary cliff where he currently stood.

  Qin Xian, he had already sat down, his hands on the stone piano, and a burst of sharp and powerful sound suddenly rose with his hands, extremely abrupt, like the attack horn in an ambush on the battlefield.

  A murderous aura seeped out from within the sound, instantly spreading out in all directions.

  At the moment the zither sound started, a voice suddenly echoed in the empty space: "The demon head wants to escape, stop him." As soon as this voice sounded, Chen Jing's body was like a sword, and he swiftly flew away. Only one person was seen near Chen Jing, with a changing figure, blocking his way forward. With a wave of his hand, a golden talisman poured out, and the sky was filled with golden light that submerged Chen Jing. The opponent's eyebrows relaxed, and a slight smile appeared on his mouth, but before the smile could fully unfold, a sword light like a silver screen poured down from above. In an instant, it seemed to see a sword with only a blade and no hilt, its body merging with the sword light. Before he could react, his heart was already in pain, and he only had time to let out a mournful cry.

  The brocade curtain disappeared, and a skeleton covered in blood and flesh fell from the void into the depths of the mountain.

  It was only an instant, and all that could be seen was a flash of silver light appear and then disappear, while the person who had tried to stop him was already cut down.

  "Haha……good……so, how many people in the world can have such swordsmanship?" Baiyan sat in the small pavilion, laughing loudly, his hands moving on the zither, the sound of the zither echoing in this space, the sound of killing and fighting, like gold armor and iron horses, as if it were real.

  He didn't know when his eyes had become scorching hot, and he opened his mouth to sing loudly: "Jiuhua has a sword immortal, absolutely independent of the world, with a body like dry wood and rotten flesh, and a heart like a bright mirror shaking the sword..." His singing skills were excellent, accompanied by the sound of the qin, even if you closed your eyes and listened, you would still have a vivid image of a sword immortal appearing in your mind.

  Killing sound of the qin, **surging singing voice.

  Just as he sang to this point, an old man's voice echoed in the void: "The Devil's swordsmanship is formidable, don't let him get close."

  From Chen Jing drawing his sword to the moment when one person was cut into a skeleton by a silver screen, in an instant, under this starry and moonlit night sky, various magic spells surged forward, colorful and resplendent, hazy and misty, radiant and dazzling, chaotic and turbulent.

  Like fireworks, shining in the starry sky, beautiful and dangerous.

  Fireworks symbolize the fleeting nature of life, this moment's scenery is the most brilliant moment since his birth, wrapped in a sword aura, fighting for a thread of life.

  Chen Jing was instantly submerged in endless magical techniques, like a tidal wave crashing and submerging everything.

  On the cliff, the white rock bursts with a loud chant: "Laughing words, spring breeze sweeps across the black hair, silver screen pours wine, skeleton chants, magic fills the air, a hint of sword intent unfolds in the frosty cold..."

  Empty space gives birth to waves, ripples emerge one after another. People come from all directions, some hiding, some flying swiftly, some stepping on treasure, others waving colorful ribbons. Each face is serene and calm. In that vast expanse already submerged in magic, a white sword light wanders, flashing like a thread of ice and snow in the midst of colorful, shocking waves, always on the verge of melting away, disappearing into nothingness.

  "Vanished, disappeared, silent and sinking, far away from the fleeting life..." The speed of Baiyan's hand on the guqin suddenly slowed down in the solitary cliff pavilion, and the sound of the guqin was lightly brushed with a bewildered tone. His singing voice was also light and slow, but that voice was exceptionally clear, like sobbing beside one's ear.

  "... Lone moonlight shines on the green mountain alone. A thought of seeking life, a gaze full of fatal techniques..."

  The zither's low and mournful sound floats among the mountains, blending with the starlight over there.

  More than thirty outstanding young disciples from various sects stood in mid-air, gazing at the colored Ten Mile Killing Array above their heads. Silent incantations were being chanted, eyes fixed intently on the sword light that was about to disappear at any moment. Spells were cast one after another, numerous and uncountable, with spiritual energy chaotic for tens of miles around.

  Stillness, the night sky is like a bright day, glory fills the heavens.

  Only the sound of magic bursting forth, accompanied by the cliff-top piano melody and that already transformed into a low whisper-like chanting.

  "...My soul is scattered, I will fulfill my promise. The boastful words are still in my ears, but the person has vanished?..." Baiyan lowered his head and pulled out the stone string, but he could see everything that happened in the virtual space with his eyes open, standing up straight.

  The sound of the zither lingers on, gradually fading away.

  "Evil spirits from hell should not be infatuated with the prosperity of the mortal world, perish."

  The icy voice echoed in the void.

  Suddenly, a brilliant white light burst out of the dawn, sweeping and swirling like a Milky Way blown by a fierce wind, scattering in all directions.

  Right in front of him, a young disciple's eyes reflected a glimmer of cold light. His heart was shocked and he was about to flee when his eyes stung and an icy blade pierced his brain. A faint warning voice echoed in his ears: "Everyone be careful, this is the Exterminating Buddha." However, he never had the chance to be careful again. He couldn't understand how the sword could be so fast that he didn't even have time to react. Unbeknownst to him, as his corpse fell to the ground, three others had already met the same fate.

  "A silver awn shocks the sky, in an instant beheading the immortal Buddha... The sound of the qin was suddenly stirred up when the silver awn appeared, merging with the soaring energy."

  Among the chaotic magic, a dazzling silver light burst out and flashed towards the distance.

  A Taoist nun blocks the way with her face upturned, her magic has just begun, blood spatters from her neck into the night sky, people are like fallen blue flowers.

  "Don't look at his sword." A voice echoed afterwards.

  However, in the time it took him to speak, the sword light had already traveled over a hundred miles, and anyone who blocked its path would be killed instantly by that white glow.

  The sword is no longer a sword, but a cluster of sword light, people are invisible, wrapped in the sword light.

  The sword light flashed like lightning, and in the blink of an eye it had already disappeared into the horizon. Many people couldn't see the sword itself, only its light, nor could they see the figure of Chen Jing falling behind the sword.

  Within a distance of ten zhang, all who came forward to block his path with quick reactions were stabbed to death by one sword.

  The sword light flashed out in an instant, its speed so fast that no one could dodge. For a moment, everyone's heart was chilled, but fortunately, the sword light did not stop and disappeared into the starry sky in the blink of an eye. As it went away, people with keen eyesight would see Chen Jing's crimson eyes, which had madness, struggle, and confusion. They would also see that his body was already maimed.

  "Pursue him, he's already heavily injured, don't let him get away."

  In the blink of an eye, the mountain returned to its tranquility. The corpses that had fallen in the forest were taken back by their fellow disciples and disappeared instantly, already a hundred miles away. After they left, smoke rose from the mountain, billowing and spreading, and the entire mountain range centered on that solitary cliff vanished into the fog.

  Only the enthusiastic piano sound is transmitted far away, and there are also low hums and shallow singing in the piano sound.

  "With a lingering glance, I sheathe my sword and depart, traversing ten thousand miles in a single bound. As I turn back to gaze, my eyes are like blood, and demonic thoughts arise..."

  The world a thousand years ago is now only sought in legend, but for over a thousand years, this was considered the heyday of spiritual practice. Many people aspired to the immortal way, regardless of whether they were poor or wealthy, and would send their children to the immortal sects to cultivate. Although there were no true immortals in the world, people continued to send their children to what they perceived as immortal sects. In their eyes, there was no distinction between small and large sects, all were filled with an aura of immortality.

  Although not many can learn any real skills, they cannot cultivate their primordial spirit or live forever, but most will learn a few shallow spells and return, which is considered to have been infused with the aura of immortals. In the mortal world, their status will be much higher, and they can sit on an equal footing with local officials and landlords.

  In the mortal world, the cultivation realm is one with the gods and immortals. However, they are unaware that there are divine beings in the city. Generally, true cultivators will not appear, and even if they do, they will exert great effort to conceal their aura, using their own secret methods to hide themselves from being discovered by the city's divine beings.

  The struggles in the cultivation world generally do not affect ordinary people between heaven and earth. Even if battles between cultivators appear in the mortal world, they will be stopped by the gods. The gods can borrow the power of mountains and rivers within their own divine domain, and generally, the elders of the major sects are not opponents. It should be noted that when mountain spirits and river spirits leave their own territories, they are equivalent to refining essence and transforming energy, although they are much higher than the initial refinement of cultivators. However, refining essence and transforming energy is only the beginning of true cultivation.

  Niú Jiǎo Kū is a city name, and the origin of this city can only be told by the old people in the city. Today, every household in Niú Jiǎo Kū City has closed their doors tightly, but some brave ones stick out their heads to look up at the sky, which is filled with white clouds drifting lazily, and a gentle breeze blowing. The windows of houses facing each other are looking at each other, and you can see doubt in each other's eyes.

  After a while, many people came out of the house and walked on the main street, discussing something with acquaintances. The white clouds in the sky suddenly moved, and large white clouds broke into small pieces and flowed in one direction.

  "They've arrived……" A loud shout suddenly came from the top of the city wall. This voice was like opening an invisible big door, and the clouds in the sky accelerated and gathered in one direction. The clear wind changed direction, suddenly increasing, and a strip of dark cloud appeared on the horizon, spreading rapidly, as if it would spread like a contagion, and the original white clouds instantly turned black, like ink.

  After someone shouted on the city wall, they didn't hide back in the house, but instead looked curiously at the sky one by one. From a distance, only a dazzling white light was seen flying under the dark clouds on the horizon. At the same time as seeing the white light, a voice had already been heard: "The River God of Jiu Hua Jing He, Chen Jing, is borrowing a road for his journey."

  When the sound fell, that dazzling white light had already whizzed by. The people in the city didn't even have time to react, and at the moment the sword passed, the clear sword hum still lingered in the air above the city. Before long, a fierce gust of wind whizzed by, and the dark clouds on the horizon also dispersed. A little while later, more than a dozen lights of different colors flew over, crossing the sky above the withered cow horn city, chasing after the dazzling light that had disappeared into the distance.

  "Was it they who had a great battle in Huangyue Gorge a hundred miles away last night?"

  The people in the city looked at the disappearing light and seemed quite disappointed that they couldn't see their faces clearly.

  "It should be." Someone replied: "The person in the white light that flew by just now said he was the river god of some river in Jiuhua Prefecture?"

  Jing River.

  "Where is the Wei River?"

  "It seems like you're talking about Embroidered Spring Bend!"

  "He is the River God, who else dares to chase him."

  "Who knows! The affairs of the immortals are beyond our comprehension."

  This is not the first time such a thing has happened. Chen Jing flew all the way to Jiuhua State, wrapped in a sword aura, extremely fast, but also particularly eye-catching. Wrapped in a sword aura, merged with the sword, it doesn't take much spiritual power, and at the same time, it can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, just like flying away for a year or two without any problems. However, things are not that simple, he was affected by the "Wandering Soul Nightmare Curse". No matter how he avoids the pursuers, he is still on the run, killing people along the way, fleeing in desperation. Occasionally, he can hide and sit quietly for a while, but then he will be caught up again.

  He had no idea how long he had been escaping, only feeling that the Qu River in Jiuhua State was so far away, as if it would take a lifetime plus life to return.