In the midst of this enchanting music and singing, under the pitch-black night sky, the rolling river waves were rippling with a bright white light. This white light was like the reflection of the moon's rays on the river waves, which would be invisible during the day. If it were a moonlit night, it would be perfectly normal. However, this was a moonless and starless dark night, yet the river water emitted such a glow, as if it had become the center of the universe, like an eternal river flowing in the darkness. The waves surged, constantly sending up silver splashes that transformed into misty threads and vanished into thin air, while the people in the sky were falling one by one.

  Those who watched from a distance and didn't rush to take action were shocked beyond measure. People with shallow understanding couldn't see through Chen Jing's tactics, they only thought that Chen Jing had some mysterious curse that made those many people die suddenly without warning. But people with insight and sharp eyesight could see that those people died under Chen Jing's sword, the sword was invisible and merged with the mist. This was a kind of swordsmanship that Chen Jing realized when his sword merged with the flames in the city of Ba Ling.

  Perhaps even he himself did not realize that the moment he first used Ye Qingxue's Clear Heart Demon Sword to lead the thunder and kill three nameless Taoists, his swordsmanship had undergone a qualitative change. It can be said that it is no longer bound by swordsmanship, or it can be said that since the day his sword became formless, his swordsmanship has become unpredictable and has become a orthodox magic sword, a sword that can merge with various magical techniques in the world.

  The river waves retreated with Chen Jing to the middle of the Jin River, but in the places where the river waves had been, a strange breath remained. This breath was not the breath of mountains and rivers, nor was it the breath of the earth, for the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers and the earth had always been there, never disappearing. It was a divine breath, a breath that only existed in the realm of a god. Ordinary people who lived there could not feel it, but if they went out on a distant journey and returned, they would definitely be able to feel this breath on the land. This breath could make their hearts feel at peace and intimate.

  The cultivator's perception is even more acute, not only can he feel the divine aura from Baling to Jinghe, but also see the continuous divine light. This divine light will naturally only appear in the divine realm of the gods, and the stronger the faith and wishes, the brighter the divine light. The city from Baling to Jinghe is a newly acquired land for Chenjing, and it has become a divine realm in a short period of time, making many people feel surprised.

  What shocked the people present even more was that Chen Jing's magic had already given them a profound and mysterious feeling, and the aura on Chen Jing's body was obscure, making it difficult to discern what realm he was in.

  And the people who appeared in the sky, just blinked and had already turned into skeletons falling into the river waves, submerged without a trace. The noise suddenly stopped, as if swallowed by the river waves. For a moment, no one dared to make another move, and no one else appeared, only Chen Jing suddenly reappeared from the river waves, stepping on the river waves like flying on water, but when Chen Jing appeared, the black Qin Guangxi in his hand was like a bright lamp in the dark, immediately attracting those insects that yearned for firelight in the dark.

  Gold can dazzle the eyes of ordinary people, making them unable to see the situation. In the eyes of cultivators, ordinary people are laughably silly for losing themselves and their lives over some things, but when something appears that is enough to confuse the eyes of cultivators, they become confused as well and do life-losing things.

  Another wave of people appeared, each using various methods to emerge and cast all sorts of spells. However, this time their spells hadn't even taken shape yet, nor had they landed. Suddenly, many white threads appeared in the sky, like silk threads pulled from a clear spring, weaving through the air, piercing the void with a sudden burst of speed, appearing before those people, only to vanish into thin air. Those people then lost their heads and bodies at the moment the silver threads disappeared, falling into the empty space.

  The river waves look majestic at this moment, but they give people a very quiet feeling. The silver threads that flash by in the darkness also give people a slow feeling.

  Chen Jingru suddenly advanced ten or more miles between appearance and disappearance, with extremely high speed. In the direction of the Qu River, golden light rushed to the sky, and a golden pagoda appeared in the golden light. The golden pagoda suddenly disappeared in mid-air, but immediately reappeared, all within the blink of an eye. The golden pagoda appeared above the River God Temple on the riverbank, without any hesitation or pause. It can be imagined that if this demon-suppressing pagoda were to descend, the River God Temple and the statue of the River God would certainly turn to dust.

  Under the golden light, the tiles on the River God Temple were clearly visible, and the pagoda had not yet fallen. The same white light burst out from the temple, like a layer of flames that had just been ignited in the golden light, flashing and then extinguished. Following this, the temple collapsed inch by inch from top to bottom, revealing a statue inside. The statue appeared particularly small and weak amidst the massive golden pagoda and golden light. In the golden light, the statue's eyes revealed a sharp and fierce killing intent, as if it could see through all hypocrisy and evil.

  Just as everyone thought the statue would turn to dust like the temple, a mist of water suddenly rose from the top of the statue. In an instant, the mist turned into waves and submerged the statue in a moment.

  A mighty wave rose to the sky, transforming into a dragon that roared towards the heavens. Before it reached the Golden Tower, a mist suddenly appeared below it. In the midst of the mist, a butterfly emerged out of thin air, its light blue wings fluttering gently before vanishing once more. The instant the butterfly disappeared, a piercing sword hum filled the air. This was not the sound of a sword being unsheathed or shattering through the void, but rather like the reverberation of a heavy blow striking the Golden Tower. As this jarring noise resounded, a large patch of mist condensed above the Golden Tower, and within it, another butterfly gently alighted upon the tower's peak. This delicate touch was as if the butterfly had landed on a flower, causing the golden light atop the tower to disperse in that instant.

  The golden tower let out a mournful cry, and a small grey iron tower suddenly shot up into the sky. In the air appeared a Taoist priest dressed in an apricot-yellow robe. He flipped his hand in mid-air, and a golden light flashed from the palm of his hand, whereupon the grey iron tower that had shot up into the sky suddenly materialized on his palm.

  He furrowed his brow, gazing at the surging waves below. In his eyes, there was a divine image amidst the waves, shrouded in a layer of clear light. The eyes of the divine image within the clear light seemed to have already possessed spirit and life.

  He turned and ran, treading on air as he flew, but beneath him the river waves rolled up faster than his fleeing speed. In many people's eyes, those waves were like a dragon rising out of the water, or the entire River Jin suddenly surging up. Just a moment before, it was all golden light, unstoppable, but now facing the raging fire of the entire River Jin, he turned and fled with just one strike. He was extremely weak in front of the rushing river waves, which moved at an incredible speed.

  In the eyes of many, only a glimpse of golden light on the Golden Tower was seen before it went dark, and the river waves swept in. Only then did Kunlun's disciple hold up the Demon-Suppressing Tower again, and another flash of golden light burst forth, but it was immediately dispersed by the river waves. As the Golden Tower dissipated, a black-and-white snake fell down, and a large red shrimp was swallowed up by the waves. A green shell also fell into the river waves. The Taoist priest, however, managed to escape by flying into the air. But just as he turned around after taking flight, he too was swallowed up by the river waves.

  This story has been passed down through the ages in heaven and earth, but there are several versions of it. Some people say that this Kunlun apprentice offended the gods and was punished by the god of the Jing River, being swallowed up by the river water. Others say that the Kunlun apprentice attempted to destroy the statue of the river god, but was struck down by the already divine statue of the river god. Yet others say that the Kunlun apprentice died under the sword of the river god, for on that evening, the sound of the sword's hum was continuous and unending, like the waves of a river, one wave subsiding only to be followed by another.

  The river waves engulfed the Taoist, and from a distance, it seemed as if a water dragon had suddenly burst out of the surface of the Jing River, swallowing the Taoist in one gulp. Some people saw that amidst the waves, the Taoist was struggling with all his might, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free. All they saw was him constantly drawing talismans, but just as he finished drawing half of it, it shattered, and then he pulled out a treasure from his bosom, only to have its radiance flash once before fading away, losing all its spiritual energy.

  In the river waves, apart from that Taoist priest, there was also a statue of a god. The statue was above the Taoist priest and kept moving back to the Temple of Spring Breeze with the receding river waves. The statue fell onto the altar in the temple, while below it was the Taoist priest.

  The statue fell back onto the pedestal in the temple, and that Taoist was pressed alive under the statue. As the river waves disappeared, the godservants appeared around the statue, each with a cold gaze looking in all directions. A large red shrimp, with a ferocious appearance and an aura of evil. A shell, with a mysterious air amidst its clarity. A black-and-white striped snake, coiled on the ground, with eyes that shone with a poisonous glow. In the darkness, a monkey wearing a Taoist robe rushed in, with a showy demeanor. The shadow of the statue flickered, and a dark spirit appeared there, making the darkness even darker. In the sky above, a nightingale landed on the ruins of the temple.

  The river waves disappear, but with a momentum that rushes to the sky. The divine image is in the upper air, the wind and clouds change color, and the clouds and fog surge.

  From the midst of the majestic mausoleum, a fierce and resentful aura arose, bringing slaughter all the way to the Jing River, even dyeing the river water with killing intent.

  The statue of the river god stood still in the ruins of the temple, under which the Taoist priest was not yet dead and was twisting his body in agony.

  In the darkness, the cultivators who were watching from afar were shocked one by one. At this moment, the image of Chen Jing's majestic and awe-inspiring figure was deeply imprinted in their hearts. The statue stood quietly, yet gave people a feeling of being as stable as a mountain and having an aura that pierced the sky.

  Above the source of the Jie River on Mount Kunlun, golden light flashed, a Taoist held a golden pagoda in his hand and stood there, staring at the statue, while many felt that at this moment, the statue came to life and was looking up at the peak of Mount Kunlun.

  The divine image is filled with spiritual energy, as if it wants to rush into the sky and transform into a stormy wind that sweeps over the summit of Kunlun Mountain.