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  The majestic Taoist said, "This time, the two elders who came to Hei Yue State are Ye Zhiqiu, the elder of Jiuding Mountain, and Murong, the elder of Guanxing Spirit Sect." As soon as he said this, the people behind him immediately understood the identities of the man and woman standing at the front of the mountain opposite.

  They couldn't hear the voices of the people from Hei Yue State, apparently covered by a spell. They only saw two more disciples walking out from behind, bowing to the two elders standing in front, and Ye Zhiqiu seemed to have instructed them on something, then those two disciples came to the edge of the Wugu River.

  One of the disciples pulled out a green leaf from his bosom, and after a moment of silence, as if meditating, he suddenly blew it, and the leaf flew up, fluttering in the air before landing on the white mist and transforming into a green leaf boat. The disciple who was squatting on the ground disappeared in an instant, only to reappear at the bow of the green leaf boat, sitting cross-legged.

  Another disciple had a long sword hanging from his waist, took one step forward and stood tall in the center of the boat.

  Everyone on this side of Jiuhua State didn't know the origin of these two disciples. One by one, they looked at the Taoist standing in the front with a majestic appearance. As expected, the Taoist did not disappoint and said: "The one who is sailing a boat made of green leaves in the white mist is a disciple of Jiuding Mountain. Look at the divine light inside the green leaf boat he transformed into, the talismans on the boat are dense, it's clear that he has been in the realm of transforming gods for quite some time. Jiuding Mountain is famous for its green leaf talisman, known as 'one leaf falls, autumn all over the world'. It's similar to the falling treasure coins of ancient times, but also very different. The other disciple standing in the center of the boat should be a disciple of Wanjian Gate based on his attire. The most profound sword technique of Wanjian Gate is the Wanjian Technique, which can supposedly transform one sword into ten thousand swords, belonging to the rare transforming sword techniques in swordsmanship that few people have achieved. Ye Zhiqiu let these two enter the formation together, obviously letting one defend and the other attack. However, I think their purpose this time is still just to explore the reality of this misty river.

  The green leaf boat slowly sank into the White Fog River and gradually disappeared.

  Nine heavens white clouds drifting, proud sun shining on the world.

  In just a moment, the green leaf boat had completely disappeared, as if it had sunk into the raging sea and would never reappear. After another moment, there was still no sound, as if no one had entered the white fog at all.

  From a distance, Ye Zhiqiu's face was ashen. He also saw his lips trembling, and three people walked out behind him, each with eyes like electricity and bodies like light wind. They only saw them pay their respects, and the three suddenly rose into the air, swirling in mid-air, their bodies becoming more and more indistinct, more and more ethereal, finally turning into three small black whirlwinds, which merged together in an instant, swelling up, looking from a distance like a black drill.

  "That is the Black Wind Array of the Black Wind Gate, and it's said in their Black Wind Scripture that this wind can blow away a person's spirit and soul. Even the Nine Heavenly Immortals will fall when they encounter this wind." The majestic Taoist said. Just as he was speaking, the black wind that had rolled up into a ball like a black whirlwind had already drilled into the Fog River.

  Although the sound of the black wind tearing through the air could be heard from afar, not a hint of wind was felt. The moment the black tornado fell into the Misty River, it immediately began to churn wildly like a giant black stick in the river. The originally turbulent and rolling Misty River suddenly became chaotic, and a whirlpool appeared. As the whirlpool grew larger, it slowly covered the entire Xiu Chun Bend.

  That mass of black wind slowly sank into the river fog, although it could no longer be seen, but the river fog was spinning like a millstone.

  On the mountain opposite, Hei Yanzhou's subordinate, Ye Zhiqiu, smiled and turned around to say a few words. Immediately, four people jumped out from the crowd. One of them slapped a golden token on his body, and instantly, a layer of golden light enveloped him. Without waiting for the person beside him, he took a leap and landed in the misty river below.

  Someone immediately asked the majestic Taoist priest what this was all about.

  A majestic Taoist said, "This is a disciple of the Vajra Gate. From the moment they enter the gate, they begin to recite the Vajra Mantra, draw the Vajra symbol, and cultivate until their body transforms into an angry Vajra, achieving immortality." As he spoke, another disciple with a sword scabbard on his back walked out. He lightly shouted "Draw!" and a yellow light burst out of the scabbard. The yellow light circled in mid-air before hovering above his head, transforming into a small short sword. With the sword's light protecting him, he stepped back into the river mist with the scabbard on his back.

  "This is a disciple of the Sword Sect, but he specializes in sword sheaths. He claims that with one sheath in hand, he can collect all the flying swords in the world. Any flying sword that enters his sheath will become his within a few days."

  As they spoke, another disciple took out a red jade token from his bosom and threw it out with a wave of his hand. It transformed into a mass of red cloud, and he appeared on the cloud in a flash. He then stepped onto the cloud and entered the Foggy River.

  "This is the Treading Cloud Immortal Gate. Inside the gate, there is a volume of 'Fuyao Secret'. The first sentence of the opening chapter reads: 'Tread on clouds to ascend to the ninth heaven, and roam freely between heaven and earth.'"

  Another disciple suddenly rolled on the ground and turned into a white snake, drilling into the clouds and fog and disappearing.

  "This is a disciple of Jiǔjiǔ Guīyuán Zōng, the main cultivation within the sect is the art of transformation, there is a volume called 'Tiān Dì Xuán Biàn Shù' which records eighteen methods of transformation."

  This majestic Taoist priest seemed to say casually, but the people behind him were shocked and amazed. What shocked them was not how magical the techniques of those sects were, but that he actually knew so clearly. This is not something that can be achieved by being knowledgeable and well-informed, as there are many things that cannot be known even with extensive knowledge and experience. In their eyes, the majestic person in front of them suddenly became mysterious.

  At this point, someone said: "The black wind array in front will disrupt the momentum of the Misty River's rush, so Ye Zhiqiu will take advantage of it and send so many people down. I'm afraid the river god of Jinghe is in danger."

  That majestic Taoist priest, however, remained silent, his eyes fixed intently on the misty river as if he could see through the thick white fog to what lay within.

  At this time, Murong of the Stargazing Sect suddenly said a word to the woman behind him, and she, wearing a red dress, slightly lowered her head, rose into the air, and floated into the white mist like a red silk thread, disappearing from sight.

  After the red-clothed woman entered the white mist, Murong pointed to the sky and a clear light emanated from her fingertips, creating an opening in the air as if it had torn open another world. The opening expanded layer by layer, first with the white mist churning, then slowly dissipating to reveal a red-clothed woman. She looked up at the sky and saw the same red-clothed girl who had just entered the misty river.

  "This is the Mirror Technique of the Stargazing Sect, but it requires a Spirit Guide to be in front. Wherever the Spirit Guide goes, that's what you can see in the mirror."

  Everything in the mirror is centered around a red-clothed girl, who has a layer of red light enveloping her body. Her black hair is loosely tied up with a few strands framing her face, and a small golden bell hangs from it, swaying with each step.

  She walked in the white fog, apparently encountering great resistance, as if the surging fog had turned into real waves. Not long after, a corpse appeared in the mirror. The red-clothed girl squatted down to examine it, and the image in the mirror suddenly became clear. People outside also saw clearly that it was the disciple of Xindeng Sect before. His throat had been cut open, and his eyes were filled with fear.

  The red-clothed girl continued to move forward, and soon she came across two more corpses. They were the disciples who had entered the Jiuding Mountain by boat with Qingye. The Qingye was cut into two pieces in his palm, another disciple's sword was inserted on one side of the ground, and his body lay under the sword, his head rolled to one side.

  The people outside looked on in horror.

  She took a few more steps forward and immediately saw three corpses, which were exactly the three disciples of Heifeng Gate.

  Muyong outside immediately changed color and shouted towards the mirror image: "Hongchen, come back."

  The red-clothed girl apparently heard it, she looked up and glanced at the outside of the formation, shook her head, moved her lips, but didn't say anything, and no sound came out. She continued to walk forward. After a few steps, another corpse with its four limbs and head severed appeared, which was that Golden Strength Sect disciple. Taking one more step forward, a flying sword was stuck in the ground, next to it was the owner of the flying sword, that Sword Sect disciple, but his scabbard was nowhere to be seen. Turning around again, there was that Treading Cloud Sect disciple lying in a pool of blood.

  "Red Dust, come back quickly, can you hear me?" Murong shouted angrily from the top of the mountain. Meanwhile, in the mirror, a red-clothed girl named Red Dust seemed to be attracted by something and walked forward quickly. Wherever she passed, a white snake was cut into two pieces, and more than ten people with severed heads lay there, men and women mixed together, amidst a scattering of magical artifacts.

  "Come back quickly, it's dangerous."

  Many people outside hope she will move forward, and from the reflection, it can be seen that it is only a small river embankment slope, and her front must be the River God Temple.

  Just then, the red-clothed girl suddenly stopped moving. She lowered her head and pointed to her brow with her finger, as if reciting a spell. Suddenly, she pointed out, and the image in the mirror immediately expanded. A temple suddenly appeared in the mirror. The temple was shrouded in a red glow, making it impossible to see clearly. However, at this moment, a white light flashed out, dazzling and brilliant, accompanied by a clear sword hum. The mirror shattered instantly, and as the mirror disappeared, the image of the red-clothed girl turning around and fleeing into the air appeared.

  "Hong Chen!" Murong shouted, and had already risen into the air and disappeared into the white mist. At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu also stepped into the void, as if stepping on a heavenly ladder, and in just a few steps, he had already flown up to the upper air, his hand waving out a green leaf that transformed into a massive green mountain pressing down.

  A thick fog suddenly surged up like a crazy wave, submerging the great mountain. At almost the same time, a sword hum rose. A thin streak of bright light flew towards Ye Zhiqiu, the white light was like silver thread, as if it were a ray of lightning transformed from the nine heavens. Ye Zhiqiu's face changed, his two hands swung out at the same time, and instantly leaves fell from the sky, flying about, the silver thread wandering among the green leaves, not one able to touch the silver thread.

  Ye Zhiqiu's face changed greatly, and he turned around to fly towards the sky. However, just as he took a few steps towards the nine heavens, the silver thread suddenly appeared on his neck, wrapping around it once, and Ye Zhiqiu's head fell from his shoulders.

  The beheaded corpse did not see any blood splashing out, and just as everyone was puzzled, the corpse suddenly turned into a piece of broken green leaves. In the distant empty sky, a figure flashed by, revealing a pale-faced person. Who else could it be if not Ye Zhiqiu?

  You are the nine heavenly stars, shining ahead of *********.

  For me, today is a day worth rejoicing, and I hope to bring this joy to you.

  After finishing "The Human Era", I signed with Huaxia Original due to some reasons, and this signing meant months of waiting. In the process of waiting, that kind of longing and wandering was like walking on a mountain road at night, making my soul uneasy. I longed for a lighthouse in front of me, hoping there would be a house to stay in around the next corner. And what I feared most was that this darkness would never retreat, fearing that the path I walked would stretch all the way to the depths of hell.

  But I never fell, because on this dark and unknown road, there has always been your waiting and searching for me, which is like the starlight in the darkness, letting me know that I still exist and have not been forgotten by the world.

  Thank you everyone, thank you for your silent support and waiting over these days.

  With you all, I will not feel lonely and afraid, because wherever I go, the starlight formed by your gaze will shine on my head. I firmly believe that one day, the sky will be filled with stars, eclipsing the sun and moon, that is your light. Let's move forward together on this unknown path!

  The book introduction says: "Often numerous choices, often no choice at all,"

  But as long as we have courage and conviction, wherever we are, whatever we do, there will definitely be a glow.

  Let us strive together!

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  Kiss on the fingertips

  2012-2-23

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