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  The Jing River is over 9,300 kilometers long, originating from the Kunlun Mountains, passing through countless mountains and finally flowing into the vast ocean. From a bird's-eye view of the nine heavens, the Jing River looks like a white scarf left between the green hills, with a section in the middle being blurry. Upon closer inspection, it is found to be shrouded in white mist. If someone were to measure it, they would find that this section shrouded in white mist is over 230 kilometers long.

  Thick fog rose to the height of the mountains on both banks, but did not spread. On a nearby mountain peak stood someone, looking down at the rolling white fog like a rushing river, as if standing in a fairyland valley of mist.

  The mountain opposite the Embroidered Spring had already been flattened into a platform by someone's powerful magic, and at this moment, dozens of people were standing there, each with an extraordinary aura, their bodies shining with treasure light. At the very front stood a man and a woman, obviously the leaders of this group. The man appeared to be in his thirties, with three strands of black silk floating on his chest, wearing a yin-yang Daoist robe, with a golden leaf embroidered on his chest with a silken border. Anyone who knew anything about it could tell at a glance that he was the elder of Black Obsidian Prefecture's Jiuding Mountain, and the golden leaf on his chest was the emblem of Jiuding Mountain.

  Another was a woman who looked to be twenty-seven or eight years old, with calm and clear eyes, as if everything in the world were just dirt and trees to her. Behind her followed a slender and elegant woman with autumn-like eyes, forming a stark contrast with her. One seemed to not take anything to heart, while the other seemed to be very particular about everything.

  On the top of this mountain, there were only black-robed people, while on other mountains, a few strangely dressed people stood here and there. On one mountain, there was a wind and rain pavilion, where the old man who had met Yan Luo Niang was standing, but now there were not as many people in the pavilion as last night, only another old man playing chess with him. At this moment, the two of them were standing at the edge of the wind and rain pavilion, looking at the white mist that was about to overflow from the top of the mountain.

  Another mountain peak stood a monk, wearing a large grey robe, with nine red scars on his head, holding a string of black Buddhist beads rotating slowly between his thumb and index finger. It was Mu Zhen from the Dust-Crossing Temple.

  On another mountain peak stood a young Taoist with a pair of white eyebrows, wearing a purple Taoist robe, with two swords in green and purple sheaths behind him, like scissors. He was Chang Mei from Mount Shu.

  Two hundred and thirty miles of river basin, almost all the mountain tops on both sides were crowded with people. Among them, there was a young man sitting cross-legged on top of a mountain, with a grayish-white stone zither placed horizontally on his knees. On the stone zither, there was a painting of mountains. He slowly plucked the strings of the zither, and the faint sound of the zither lingered in the space around him, without spreading out. There was not a single person on the surrounding mountain tops near where he sat, as if others were particularly wary of him.

  The outermost peak of the Cuiping Mountains, Cuiping Niangniang and Xuan Kong were standing there. Just then, Xuan Kong said, "Niangniang, do you think he can escape this calamity?"

  "Who knows? Even if it's Fuxi's descendant, they wouldn't dare say that every single divination is accurate." said Cui Ping Niang with a careless tone.

  "If he dies, how will people look at Niangniang?" Ling Kong said, looking at the surging white fog.

  "I owe him nothing, I don't have to help him. And I don't care what the world thinks of me." The always gentle and languid expression on Cui Ping's face finally changed at this moment, and in an instant, she seemed to reveal that resolute and ruthless determination to cut off everything for the sake of the Great Way.

  On the summit of Kunlun Mountain, where no one noticed, a young Taoist stood with his hands holding a golden pagoda, his eyes flowing with green light. Although he was just standing quietly there, he had an air of overlooking all living things.

  On a relatively distant mountain, there was also a group of people standing there. This group of people were Taoist priests from the nine mountains of Jiu Hua Prefecture. They pointed and discussed among themselves. Someone exclaimed: "Black Rock Prefecture has almost every faction represented here, it seems like this time they must be trying to regain their lost face."

  "What's the point of him coming back, this world will only have the legend of Jiuhua Qianluo Shan Ye Qingxue defeating Heizhou Yingjie, but not the legend of Heizhou Yingjie defeating Jiuhua Zhou Jinghe River God Chen Jing."

  "Yes, what a pity..."

  Everyone fell silent.

  Suddenly someone said: "I don't think they can get a good deal, you see..."

  As they spoke, he plucked a green leaf from beside him and tossed it down. The green leaf drifted into the white mist on the wind, and in an instant, it suddenly turned to dust without any warning signs. Immediately someone exclaimed: "What kind of skill is this? Is it a magic array?"

  "You can feel the killing intent in this white fog, it's so thick that even the mist is affected by it." Someone exclaimed. At this time, someone said: "The way of cultivation of the gods is different from ours, we have always thought that all the gods in the world are just birds in a cage, everything is just living according to the rules. But it's not entirely like that, their magic and divine powers may be acquired with a decree, but there is still a distinction between high and low realms."

  Some people who didn't know immediately asked how it was divided.

  "Everyone knows that once these small gods on earth leave their own territory, they are equivalent to our Xian Dao's Qi Gong practice. Even if they have a high divine position, it is only equivalent to Hua Shen at most. Therefore, they generally do not open up their own divine domain, and the main means within their respective divine domains is to drive and utilize the power of mountains and rivers for their own use."

  The man spoke casually, his voice drifting away in the wind, disappearing into the unknown.

  That day, outsiders wanted to cross from Fenglin but as soon as they entered the white fog, they would lose their way and turn back. For several days, the thick fog did not disperse, people from near and far came to watch, each one amazed, someone said a sentence that before this fog disperses, don't go in again, because ahead is the battlefield of the gods.

  After the white fog dispersed, someone came to Heqian Village and found that the villagers were fine. They asked how they had spent these days, and upon inquiry, it was discovered that they had slept for several days.

  They continued to ask and only then did they know that the people of Heqian Village had all had a dream at the same time, in which the Jinhe River turned into a Blood River, and countless immortals fell. It was also after that that the people of Heqian Village never entered the Jinhe River to fish again. However, when someone wanted to ask clearly again, the people of Heqian Village would not say anything no matter what.

  The river is overflowing with fog and will overflow into the mountains.

  One mountain after another was like an island in the sea of clouds, with only a few small peaks exposed outside. On top of each peak stood one or two people, either silent, whispering softly, or gazing intently at the cloud river below their feet.

  On the mountain peak where nine Jiaozhou cultivators were stationed, a man in his forties with a majestic appearance was gazing at the dense fog and spoke slowly.

  "In the Divine Path, human magic is all similar. Once you obtain a divine talisman, you can use it freely without needing to comprehend and practice like we do. Many gods only know how to use the magic contained within their divine talismans throughout their lives, but there are also those with exceptional innate talent who can comprehend things beyond the power of mountains and rivers from the heavens, earth, mountains, and rivers."

  "What else can be more supreme than the power of heaven and earth?"

  "Heh heh, no matter what kind of power it is, there will always be a time when it is exhausted. The power of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers is also like this. It is the pursuit of our generation of cultivators to transform limited power into infinite power. Although the path of immortality is different from the path of divinity, they both ultimately return to the same great path, which is to pursue infinity within finitude, whether it be life or magical powers. This river had once been drained of its spiritual energy after the Dragon King stirred up waves and flooded Kunlun, and it took over a year for it to slowly recover, so it can be said that even the power of mountains and rivers has a time when it is exhausted."

  "Even the power of nature will eventually run out, so how can we avoid running out?"

  "The momentum, the momentum is endless." The majestic Taoist pointed at the white mist that was about to overflow from the mountain top and said: "You see what this white mist looks like? It's like a mighty river rushing forward. This momentum of the white mist has merged with the momentum of the Jing River, and it has increased tenfold or even hundredfold. The most important thing is that this momentum was formed on the Jing River, and the power of the Jing River has been incorporated into it. For ordinary cultivators who enter it, it's hard to stand firm, let alone engage in a battle."

  As he spoke, a person from the side of Heiyingzhou suddenly came forward and pointed to his own forehead, where a lantern-like flame appeared at the spot between his eyebrows.

  "That's a disciple of Heiyou Sect's Xindeng Zong, looking at the white flames on his brow, it's clear that he has already entered the Hua Shen realm."

  Everyone in Jiuhua Prefecture looked at each other, listening to the words of an unknown true person from which sect, and admired his broad vision. Apart from that, they also admired the extraordinary talent of the Xinhuazong disciple, who had already reached the stage of Nirvana at such a young age.

  Looking from afar at the Xin Dian Zong disciple standing in front of the misty river, after a while, he suddenly pinched his fingers together in a hand seal, and a bright light burst forth from between his eyebrows, engulfing his body and swallowing it whole. When the light dissipated, only a single point of light floated in mid-air.

  "A spark of heart lamp illuminates the soul, heaven and earth sink but I remain clear. This is the first sentence of the Heart Lamp Sect's Heart Lamp General Outline. It is said that when the heart lamp is lit, it can break through all illusions in the world, and at its deepest, it can illuminate the nine layers of hell." The majestic Taoist priest looked at the small light entering the rolling white mist and spoke slowly.

  Everyone couldn't help but glance at him, but he seemed to be completely unaware of the crowd's gaze, carefully looking into the white mist. The crowd thought: "He actually knows the first sentence on the Heart Lamp General Outline, that means he must have read the whole book, otherwise how could he be so familiar with the Heart Lamp technique? ... Who is he and what is his background?"

  "It seems that sending down the disciples of Heiyouzhou's Xindeng Zong was indeed the right decision." someone said.

  "Heh heh, if this is just an illusion, then sending him to investigate wouldn't be a bad idea either." The majestic and awe-inspiring Taoist said with a smile.

  Just as he finished speaking, a faint sword hum flowed out from the misty river, and the faces of the two people on the side of Black Obsidian State changed. After another period of time, the disciple of Xin Deng Zong still did not come out.

  Everyone couldn't help but think: "That Heart Lamp Sect disciple is probably done for."