When Yan Luo walked alone towards Xiuchun Bay at dusk, Chen Jing had already sensed it. For him, anyone who entered the road from Balin to Jinghe would appear in his mind, although he didn't care about those ordinary people coming and going, but Yan Luo's appearance shocked him. Because Yan Luo had a feeling that was different from others. This feeling came from her own body, as well as the sword on her back.

  That sword was once seen by Chen Jing, at that time, Yan Luonang's master, the Lord of Guanghan Palace, was in the Temple of the River God, and in a fit of rage, he drew his sword. The blade had two characters "Guang Han" on it. At that time, when this sword was unsheathed by the Lord of Guanghan Palace, the flash of light revealed was so dazzling, and at the moment the sword was unsheathed, there was a kind of moonlight spreading across the sky from behind the clouds, with a clear and cold majesty. However, when it was not unsheathed, it was like the moon being covered by dark clouds, and no one knew that it was an extraordinary spiritual sword.

  But now the sword on Yan Luo's back is different, she just appeared, Chen Jing felt the sword's light, it was like a thin cloud that couldn't completely cover up the moonlight. And Yan Luo's own breath was also uncertain, one moment surging high, the next moment dark and dull. Chen Jing knew that Yan Luo had encountered trouble, not only herself, but also the Guanghan Palace where she was located must have had a big event, otherwise the Guanghan Sword would not be on her back, and she would not return alone.

  She passed through Junling Town and Heqian Village, but she didn't stay. After returning with her fellow disciples and leaving again, she had severed all ties with Heqian Village. There was nothing left in the village that was worth her nostalgia. She walked straight up to the river dike, came to a small hill by the riverbank, and arrived at the River God Temple. Entering the temple, standing before the statue of the River God, she quietly gazed at it without speaking, just as if she were looking at an elder. Thousands of words surged in her heart, but she didn't know where to begin.

  Yan Luoniang stood for a long time, the sky turned from dusk to pitch black. She lit an incense stick and said: "River God, this is the last incense I offer to you. Now that I'm the leader of a sect, do you see the Guanghan Sword on my back? From now on, I'll be the master of Guanghan Palace. My master once said that immortals don't enter temples, and since I'm now the leader of a sect and the master of Guanghan Palace, I won't be able to come to the temple anymore."

  Chen Jing sighed inwardly and thought: "Something has indeed happened."

  Yan Luoniang's voice was devoid of any joy, only filled with a sense of helplessness and grievance.

  "Master wants to be the palace master, Second Master also wants to be the gatekeeper, Third Master also wants to do it, but Master passed it on to me, whoever passes it on must have a reason, why did he pass it on to me?" Yan Luoniang said in a low voice in the darkness, as if muttering to herself: "Whether it's seniority or experience, I'm not as good as all of you masters and sisters, why did he pass it on to me."

  There was no voice in the darkness to answer her.

  "Third Sister asked me for the Guanghan Sword, Master told me not to give it to anyone unless I'm dead." Yan Luoniang said quietly to herself: "I don't want the Guanghan Sword, I don't want to be the master of Guanghan Palace. River God, what should I do? The sisters have left, Guanghan Palace can't cut off its inheritance, otherwise how can I face Master's entrustment?"

  A sigh echoed from the river god in the darkness. Chen Jing didn't answer directly, but instead asked: "What exactly happened? Where did you all go?"

  He felt that now Yan Luoniang must pour out the fear and confusion in her heart, sometimes talking about it was a good way too.

  Yan Luoniang was silent for a moment before answering: "We went to the underworld, to the last of the Ten Halls of the Underworld, the Turning Wheel Hall."

  Chen Jing was secretly shocked, never expecting that they had also gone to the underworld. No wonder, relying on Guang Han Palace Master's profound and mysterious cultivation, plus such a powerful spirit sword in hand, still couldn't get out.

  Yan Luoniang continued: "We went to that mountain valley and saw the two resentful spirits from the underworld, but they fled as soon as they saw Master. Master used the Guanghan Sword to open up the Yellow Spring Road leading to the underworld and chased after those two resentful spirits all the way to the Turning Wheel Hall. Then, Master took us into the Turning Wheel Hall with the Guanghan Sword."

  "Is it all dark in that revolving palace, where one can't see the sky or the earth, and only feel a vague presence of ghosts?" Chen Jing asked.

  Yan Luoniang couldn't help but think back on it.

  Chen Jing asked again: "Is what you saw the same as the mortal world, where people don't know they are in the underworld?"

  Yan Luoniang shook her head and said, "What we saw was not like that. Because I have the Luli Dinghun Lamp in my hand, most of the places illuminated by the lamp light are empty, just like walking in chaos. Master said it's because my magical powers are not enough. If my magical powers were high enough, I could illuminate the entire Zhuanlun Temple."

  Chen Jing listened to her mention the Luliu Dinghun Lamp and guessed that it must be that blue lamp. He quietly waited for Yan Luonang to continue speaking.

  "We were walking in this chaotic world, and Master began to tell us about the origin of the Ten Halls of the Underworld. Master said that these ten halls were not originally called by these names, but were collectively known as the Ancestral Witch Hall, and there were not just ten halls, but twelve."

  Chen Jing knew very little about the ancient secrets, and didn't recognize anyone from the famous schools. At this moment, listening to Yan Luoniang's words was like opening a window, and the legends of the ancient times suddenly became exceptionally clear and real.

  Yan Luoniang continued: "Master said that in the early days of heaven and earth, there were countless strong people under heaven. Even our ancestor Guang Han Xianzi Quanyin was just a small cultivator at that time. However, many great gods wanted to transcend the cycle of heaven and earth, hoping to live forever and never die for millions of years. Among them was a tribe called Wu, born with the birth of heaven and earth. In the Wu tribe, there were twelve Wu gods who were broad and powerful, with boundless magical powers and unpredictable techniques. They were called the Twelve Ancestral Wus by the living beings between heaven and earth. Each of the Twelve Ancestral Wus had a temple, and it was said that they were all born from these ancestral temples. These twelve temples had the power to seal heaven and earth, and when separated, they could form their own world, hidden between reality and illusion. When combined, they formed the Tian Shen Shaotai, controlling the life and death of all living beings in heaven, and no matter how great a god's powers were, it was difficult to escape."

  Chen Jing listened to Yan Luo's narration, and before his eyes, he couldn't help but conjure up the scene of countless lives struggling for survival, numerous powerful gods seizing creation. He also thought about those legends, integrating them in his mind, and suddenly felt a surge of hot blood, regretting that he wasn't born in that era. Although Yan only spoke of the Wu tribe's affairs, she had already revealed a corner of the vast expanse of the Hongyuan heavens. Eagerly, he asked: "What about the Wu tribe? The Wu tribe was so powerful, yet now they are almost unheard of in the world. Who could have destroyed the Wu tribe?"

  At that time, Yan Luoniang also asked about it, and her master Guang Han Gong Zhu said in a tone of yearning and fear: "Although the Wu tribe is powerful, during that period, there were many great gods in the world who possessed great magical powers. There were three ancestors of the Xuanmen Taoist sect, two emperors who ruled over the Hongyuan demons, the Jade Emperor who measured the fate of heaven and earth and still had supreme prestige among humans today, scattered immortals who wandered the world with their own ideas, the Buddha from the western land of suffering and coldness, and some great beings who were born with the heavens and had their own unique magical powers. They jointly performed a magnificent and majestic era of Hongyuan in that era."

  Chen Jingyue was even more shocked, the more he thought about the legendary figures and their deeds, to the point where he felt it was impossible to reach such heights. However, he couldn't help but recall the Qin Guang Wang Temple he saw in the underworld, which made him realize that not all legends were false. The mere existence of such a magnificent temple was enough to leave him in awe, let alone the master who resided within. Moreover, at that time, there were many people like him vying for a chance to survive.

  "That was an era that created legendary tales, this world can no longer give birth to such figures, it's impossible anymore." Chen Jing sighed in his heart and couldn't help but say it out loud.

  This was Chen Jing's heartfelt words that he couldn't help but say out loud. Yan Luoniang replied, "Master also said the same thing."

  Chen Jing finally came back to his senses and sighed, "For us, not being born in that era is both fortunate and unfortunate. The good fortune is that we don't have to compete with those extraordinary talents for a place in the limelight, but the misfortune is that we will never get to see so many brilliant figures."

  He said that at this point, the yin spirit walked down from the statue, which was a pure yin spirit and not an illusion created by Xian Tian's sword spirit. This yin spirit emitted a faint white glow in the darkness, and its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were already quite clear. The clothes on the yin spirit's body were also about to reveal their colors.

  "Can you tell me what exactly happened inside the Wheel Temple?" Chen Jing asked.

  Yan Luoniang said: "We encountered many evil spirits and monsters, and Master also told us a story."

  Chen Jing knew there must be evil spirits and monsters inside, so he asked: "What stories did your master tell you?"

  "You've said so much, I don't dare believe it," Yan Luoniang said.

  "Oh, why don't you dare believe?"

  "The master told us about the ancestors, telling the story of the lord of the Shura realm. The master said that the ancestor and the lord of the Shura realm were acquaintances, with a deep origin."

  Chen Jing was shocked to find that the Shura Realm, which only existed in legend, was actually real. Legend had it that between heaven and earth, there was a sea of blood and a river of darkness, separating yin and yang, forming a realm known as Shura.

  Yan Luoniang said: "At that time, the master of Xiujie was not yet the master, but a woman named Beiling. At that time, our ancestor was not yet the master of Guanghan Palace, but just a small cultivator. The ancestor entered Lushan to find his brother and was captured by the king of Lushan, Beiling, into the cave..." (For details, please see "The Human Dao Dynasty")

  Yan Luoniang told Chen Jing a story that was both far and near, true and illusory. In this story, there was a great war between heaven and earth - the War of Witchcraft and Magic, also known as the Cycle War. It involved the calculations of various powerful beings, with all sorts of legendary magic and arrays being passed down from that time.

  "Wait, you said that legend of Beiling and Nanluo, how come I've never heard of it?" Chen Jing asked quickly.

  "The legend of the Asura Realm Master is rare, because in that great war, they were on the losing side." Yan Luoniang didn't know how much her voice and tone resembled her master's when he told stories, with a hint of excitement and a hint of sadness, as if her voice had already pierced through time and space to take on the sorrow of the great war: "In that great war that determined the fate of the world, there were those who could rival the Twelve Ancestral Witch Temples' Hongyuan, such as the Heavenly God of the Asura Realm, and the Demon Emperor, who divided the 365 orthodox gods to set up the Great Array of the Stars and Constellations. There were also the Three Pure Ones, who spread the teachings of the Tao throughout the world, and the Human Emperor and the Buddha, who set up the Hunyuan Array. Among them were those who could not be tolerated by either side, known as the scattered immortals between heaven and earth, including the Asura Realm Master, Beiling, and Nanluo."

  "What's the end? Why is heaven and earth like this?"

  "Because of one person?"

  "Who?"

  "Fall south!"

  "Didn't he lose?"

  "I don't know either, Master didn't seem very clear about what happened afterwards either, he just said one sentence."

  "What's up?"

  "A sword sweeps across the sky and transforms into a heavenly river, as all celestial saints are submerged."