"It is Temujin." someone exclaimed.

  To the people of Jiuhua State, Mu Zhen was not a familiar figure, but to the people of Heiying State, he was absolutely a household name. However, about ten years ago, when three young representatives of Heiying State who were most famous at that time fell in a mountain valley, two died and only Mu Zhen was injured and escaped back. Since then, there has been no news about Mu Zhen, and it was unexpected to appear here today, with people familiar with him before being shocked to discover that the current Mu Zhen had a feeling of rebirth.

  Only Feng Mu Zhen arrived at the upper air of Xiuchun River God Temple, standing quietly, a faint wound on his forehead suddenly burst open, shooting out a red light onto the white fog, the white fog instantly like being poured with boiling water, instantly melting into a piece of void.

  Looking from the void, it can be seen that one corner of the temple is visible, and a faint red light can be seen emanating from within the temple.

  Mu Zhen took another step into it, and the white fog submerged again.

  Nor did anyone know who suddenly shouted: "Let's go in together, and we won't believe he has three heads and six arms, and can take action against all of us at once."

  That black obsidian state was on the mountain, and a sentence came from above, instantly someone echoed. Immediately afterwards, they saw them rise into the air together, each with their own methods, and dive into the misty river.

  After they plunged into the misty river together, the surging white mist suddenly rotated, as if there was a big fish splashing in the water. Then the sword hum spread through the void, and in an instant, several points of light appeared in the white mist, like lanterns of different colors.

  That light is their magic and the glow of their magical treasures.

  White fog spinning like a millstone, crazy spinning.

  Suddenly, someone saw a figure emerge from the white fog for a moment before being swallowed up again, just like a drowning person struggling desperately. The mournful cry flashed by. At first, it was only an occasional appearance of one or two people, but soon after, several people struggled to come out of the swirling white fog, their eyes filled with terror and their mouths uttering meaningless cries of horror.

  Before long, those people disappeared into the white mist. When something reappeared, there were only severed hands and feet. After a while, even severed hands and feet would not appear.

  "This is a robbery in the clouds." The majestic Taoist exclaimed.

  "What is calamity cloud?"

  "When the heavenly tribulation appears, the cloud group above the nine heavens is like this." The Taoist explained: "Only by learning from heaven and earth can one cultivate superior magic. He has already gone beyond the simple application of Jinhe's spiritual power and momentum, and has formed his own means, entering the realm of magic."

  "What is a trick? What's called a trick? Is it a skill?"

  "The great way is the same, we cultivate the Tao by borrowing the power of heaven and earth to form methods. From the beginning, there are incantations and techniques for cultivation. After ten years of diligent practice, one can master a certain kind of heavenly power, which is what we call 'magic'. However, most people in today's world who use such powers cannot be said to possess magic, but rather 'techniques', which are merely an extension of their own internal strength. They are unable to wield the kind of immense power that the great sages of ancient times could summon with a mere wave of their hand.

  As for gods and deities, within their own divine realms, they naturally employ the power of mountains and rivers, which is also a form of heavenly power. At first, this power must be refined over many years before it can be wielded at will. Then, one must comprehend the underlying momentum, and only then can true technique be achieved.

  For gods and deities, all the various methods they employ within their divine realms using the power of mountains and rivers are merely techniques, just like the methods we cultivators use to form our own internal strength."

  "The gods have the power of mountains and rivers as their foundation, while we must work hard to cultivate ourselves. Isn't that a huge difference between us?" someone asked in puzzlement.

  "Hehe, they also need to merge and cultivate the power of mountains and rivers to use it for themselves. And they can only rely on themselves to comprehend and apply the power of mountains and rivers, forming techniques. But we only need to have a certain foundation in our magical powers before starting to practice magic, facing the Great Way directly. It's just that most people end up cultivating techniques again, but who can blame them?"

  As they spoke, a red mist suddenly appeared in the midst of the foggy river.

  "Some people were amazed: 'Unexpectedly, Temujin is still alive.'"

  At that time, someone said: "That Mu Zhen is not an ordinary person. According to legend, when he was born, the sky was filled with red light and the room was filled with fragrance. Since birth, there have been nine vermilion marks on his head, and later he was accepted as a disciple by the Dust Temple."

  Suddenly someone spoke to the majestic Taoist priest, "Immortal, you must have a way to see into the misty river."

  The Taoist chuckled and pulled out a small, pale blue mirror from his bosom. The surface of the mirror was blurry, with intricate patterns of flowers, birds, fish, and insects on its back. He tossed it into the air, muttering an incantation under his breath. As he spoke, the mirror transformed, growing into a massive, crystal-clear glass that perfectly reflected every detail of the scene before the River God Temple.

  A corpse lay on the ground in front of the River God Temple, surrounded by bloodstains everywhere. A red-clothed girl named Hong Chen lay on the ground, while Murong held a white lotus flower that emitted a soft glow, enveloping herself and the red-clothed girl. In front of them stood a gray-robed monk with a patch of red light on his forehead, which cast a downward reflection, and a vertical eye on his forehead shot a blood-red beam into the River God Temple. The temple itself was shrouded in a fiery red glow, making it impossible to see anything clearly within, as everything seemed hazy and indistinct.

  Only by looking closely can one discover that the Buddhist beads in Mu Zhen's hand are being flicked out with his thumb, and each time a bead is flicked out, a dark light shoots out. Under the red glow surrounding his head, a white light continuously pierces through, pauses for a moment, and then is struck by the Buddhist beads in his hand, causing the white light to disappear before piercing through again, repeating this cycle.

  "What a profound and powerful magical force, the spiritual power of the river domain cannot even suppress him." The majestic Taoist said with some surprise. Anyone would know that he was referring to Mu Zhen.

  "His magical powers aren't from the Dusty Observatory, are they?" someone behind him asked in surprise.

  "That's not true."

  Although the people of Heiyingzhou were killed and injured, no one left. Instead, many who had just received the news came from afar to watch. One by one, they stared intently at the mirror in the sky, watching the true wood and the white light that flew out of the River God Temple engage in a fierce battle.

  The River God Temple was as if it were in a very distant place, with a faint red glow emanating from within the temple. No matter how hard people outside tried, they couldn't see what was inside.

  No one noticed a Taoist standing on the mountain top, who looked young but had a pair of long white eyebrows. He wore a purple and blue double sword on his back, and a purple Taoist robe that made him look particularly eye-catching. He was the same long-browed Taoist who had met Luo Fu in the valley and exchanged swords with him. He claimed to be from Mount Shu. As for the people of the world today, most do not know where Mount Shu is, let alone what kind of people are there. He originally had three junior brothers who came to Jiuhua Prefecture to travel, but their main purpose was actually to visit the source of the Quin River, Kunlun.

  However, after leaving Shu Mountain, he never returned, making the already sparse population of Shu Mountain even smaller. This time he came out to find the cause of death of his three junior brothers and to make a name for himself in Shu Mountain. So he found Zeng Chao, who had once drawn a sword with Luo Fu, to see how he compared to her. After that, he was going to go to Kunlun, but when he arrived at Jiuhua State, he suddenly heard the legend of Ye Qingxue and Chen Jing, so he came to Xiu Chun Wan.

  On the way to Xiū Chūn Wān, he coincidentally met Chen Jing, the god of Cuì Píng Mountain, who was transforming into a heavenly tribulation protector. When he saw Chen Jing use his sword to summon thunder and kill the enemy, he was immediately moved. When he arrived at Xiū Chūn Wān, he felt the aura of Shǔ Shān School, then found three damaged fragments of magical artifacts in ē Lóng Jiào, with the unique mark of Shǔ Shān and the aura of thunder, he suddenly suspected that his three junior brothers were killed by Chen Jing.

  He closed his eyes, calmed his spirit and concentrated his energy. A murderous intent arose in his heart, the sword moved with his mind, and the two swords on his back were violently trembling. Many people felt a strange sensation, and saw a purple-robed Taoist standing alone at the top of a green mountain, with two illusory dragon shadows condensed from the purple and green lights behind him.

  "Who is he, with such a heavy killing aura." Everyone's mind immediately produced this question. However, no one was able to answer, and more people saw the two swords trembling behind him.

  In the distance, all that could be seen was his right hand slowly grasping the hilt of the Qing Sword on his back. After a pause, he slowly drew the sword out of its scabbard. The sound of the sword being drawn out was slow and continuous, growing louder and louder, with an increasingly heavy killing intent. As the Qing Sword was drawn out, the cyan-colored cloud above his head grew thicker, gathering winds from all directions. At this moment, he seemed to have become the master of heaven and earth, and before even a single sword had been swung, the colors of the sky changed.

  Many people who were close to Teng Fei suddenly retreated, keeping a safe distance from him. The majestic-looking Taoist priest in the distance narrowed his eyes and stared at the green sword. The green mirror floating in mid-air had somehow turned itself around and was now reflecting the long-browed Taoist priest's back. The sword on the long-browed Taoist priest's back was clearly imprinted on the mirror, magnified many times over, unaffected by the cloud energy, visible with perfect clarity.

  Only the purple sword hilt on his back seemed to have something broken, although it was polished very smoothly, a hint of discord could still be seen. Looking at the guard at both ends of the hilt of the blue sword, there were similar marks. The blade of the blue sword that had been unsheathed in the mirror was extremely strange and did not look like a sword, but rather like a strange knife, with an arched back and a straight edge, and if it were crossed with another purple sword, it would look like a pair of scissors.

  As the sword was unsheathed more and more, the killing intent grew heavier, and the winds in the void gathered. In the sky above, a green dragon slowly took shape, its jaws open wide as it let out a deafening roar.

  "Clang......"

  The world is quiet and still, but a fierce and murderous energy shoots up into the sky.

  A streak of green light slashed down from the mountain top, and in the distance, it seemed as if a green dragon was charging into the white mist, unbeatable.

  The white fog was blown out of a path, scattered and opened, and the River God Temple hidden deep in the white fog suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

  The mirror in the sky had already reflected downwards when the sword was cut down, and suddenly a green brick flew out of the River God Temple and hit the green python's head. The green python, which was originally rushing straight to the main gate of the temple, suddenly turned aside and crashed into a corner of the River God Temple.

  "Ka-chak." The River God Temple was suddenly cut off at one corner, revealing a red glow.

  The green python disappeared, and the Long Eyebrow Taoist had already risen into the air. With a sword flying straight into the white mist, wherever it passed, the white mist scattered and opened up. However, after he passed by, the white mist closed in again. In the blue mirror of the sky, the sword in the hand of the Long Eyebrow Taoist was like a knife, with one side being thick-backed and bladeless with an arc shape, while the other side was extremely sharp. On the body of the sword, there was a coiled dragon with its teeth bared and claws dancing.

  The sword body was shrouded in a layer of cyan light, and the long-eyebrowed Taoist priest rushed straight into the River God Temple, as if he wanted to smash the temple with one sword.