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  Chen Jing looked at the peak of Kunlun Mountain, looking at the golden tower held in the hands of the Kunlun successor, he thought of his senior sister Ye Qingxue, and thought of everything Ye Qing had done for him.

  That snowy night, among the blood-soaked corpses, Ye Qingxue turned him over and carried him on her back up to Qianluo Mountain.

  That year in Qianluo Mountain's Preaching Hall, Ye Qingxue was explaining the matters of cultivation to him, leading him into the door of cultivation.

  That year in the dark world of Qin Guang City, it was Ye Qingxue who took him and leaped across the endless darkness, flying towards the bright world.

  That year on Hei Yue State's Long Po Slope, Ye Qing Xue single-handedly fought against the young prodigy of Hei Yue State.

  That year in front of Xiuchun Temple, Ye Qingxue made a statue for him and borrowed scriptures for him.

  Chen Jing looked at the Kunlun successor's cold and detached gaze, looking at the Lingyao Tower in his hand, a surge of determination to rush up to Kunlun arose in his heart, and this thought could no longer be suppressed. His heart was as if it had been influenced by the decisive thought of the 2 million living beings in Balin, and he couldn't help but let out a long whistle.

  This long whistle seemed to stir up the wind and clouds of heaven, starting from under the city of Ba Ling, passing through Jun Ling, He Qian Village, and then into the middle of the Jing River basin. The spiritual energy was as if awakened by his long whistle, and suddenly the wind and clouds changed color, surging towards the temple above. In the sound of the long whistle, a virtual shadow appeared on the statue, striking out a string of spells, six divine symbols condensed in mid-air, falling into the hands of people around the statue, including Da Hong Xia.

  In the midst of a long, mournful cry, the statue suddenly rose into the air. As it soared upwards, the waves in the Jing River surged and foamed, as if following the statue's ascent. Meanwhile, the Daoist on the altar was still struggling, as if there were still a statue weighing him down. But what was holding him down was not the statue, but the spiritual power of the Jing River.

  Below the river, the waves are surging and rolling up against the current, forming a magnificent spectacle. The sky is changing colors with the wind and clouds, forming a swirling misty cloud. The statue is connected to the waves of the Jialing River below and the nine heavens above, from afar it doesn't look like a statue but rather a blue-robed Taoist striding through the void, running furiously.

  The river waves didn't stop at all, going straight to the upper reaches of the Jing River, like a silver dragon, with a fierce momentum, rolling up the water of the Jing River.

  "What does he want to do?"

  Some people were puzzled and exclaimed. Most people didn't know what he was going to do, while some who had guessed it were amazed at his audacity.

  "He wants to flood Kunlun."

  "Hmph, really doesn't know the height of heaven and the thickness of earth."

  He knew the reason why he wanted to stir up waves and flood Kunlun, but what was astonishing was his calmness over the years. Even Dahongxia, who had a close relationship with him, didn't know that this river god would sit silently in front of the River God Temple every day, thinking only about stirring up waves and flooding Kunlun.

  Some people have spent their entire lives without achieving anything, only to suddenly rise to great heights when their luck changes. A muddy river that had been flowing smoothly along the ground, after gaining a river god, also rose up to the ninth heaven, like the Milky Way soaring into the sky, sweeping away everything in its path. When Chen Jing returned to the Jinhe River, no one dared to make a move against him again. Those who didn't make a move were filled with a mix of congratulations and shock. This was because Chen Jing's current display of power was almost on par with that of the Dragon King of old, a divine power that only the Dragon King of the Jinhe River possessed.

  In the world, Jinghe Dragon King is a sixth-grade deity. Chen Jing's position as the god of Jinghe River belongs to an eighth-grade deity. Among the water system deities, except for some well gods and small river gods in the world, he is the smallest eighth-grade small river god. At first, it only governed the range of thirty miles around Chunjing Bay, but in just over twenty years, almost overnight, it has already gained a prestige that is no less than that of the sixth-grade Jinghe Dragon King.

  Those people saw Chen Jing's external prestige, but most of them didn't see that Chen Jing's internal divine position had undergone a heaven-shaking change. This change was crystal clear in the eyes of Cui Ping Nang Nang on Mount Cui Ping. It could even be said that from the moment Chen Jing appeared above Ba Ling, her eyes were filled with surprise, because at this moment she found it difficult to see Chen Jing clearly. Previously, when she saw Bei Ke wanting to stir up waves in Ba Ling, she had said that if Chen Jing could survive, she would retreat whenever she saw him again. However, this was not a situation that could arise in the short term. At least in her heart, even if Chen Jing could break through the heavenly court's divine prohibition, it wouldn't be easy for him to surpass her overnight. She still had great confidence in herself.

  However, when Chen Jing appeared in the city of Ba Ling, she felt surprised because there was already a layer of ambiguity on Chen Jing's body that made her unclear, just like looking at flowers in the fog and watching the moon in the water. If this was only surprising to her, then now Chen Jing's changes were enough to shock her, the imperial symbol scene presented on the top of the god statue was undergoing earth-shaking changes.

  She saw Chen Jing's head present a symbol of the scene, where a large river surged forward like a silver dragon. From the middle position of the river, a piece of hazy white air extended out, and the white air was like a river fog surging, with villages, towns, and big cities in the fog. The big city was majestic, it was indeed Ba Ling City.

  She gazed at Chen Jingyun emerging from the river waves, and murmured to herself: "At this moment, in the world, there is one more deity named Chen Jing of Qujiang. Among countless cultivators in the world, another name has been added to the list."

  Xuan Kong standing beside her didn't say anything, his eyes also filled with surprise, but he just silently looked on.

  Chen Jing felt that he was no longer himself, but a river, a vast land, a city, and a butterfly. The waves were surging, yet in his ears, they sounded like the gentle voice of a quiet spring night. He felt that the spiritual energy from all directions was gathering towards him. What appeared before his eyes was not the waves or the dark night sky, but a colorful world, and in his heart, he naturally flashed with enlightenment - these colors were the spiritual energies of the five elements.

  He had always kept his sword outside of himself, transcending his physical body. Yet, his body remained standing on the banks of the Qujiang River in Xichun Bay. Suddenly, he felt as if he had two extra bodies, one in Baling City and one in Junling Town. In his mind's eye, a long river appeared, a solitary city, and a town. Each had a statue of a god.

  But Chen Jing had a strange clarity, this clarity seemed to have an unrealistic feeling, making him feel as if his whole body was floating and had no physical form. However, he could see everything inside and outside the entire divine realm clearly. On the banks of the Jiao River, on the mountain tops, stood cultivators from various sects, although their cultivation levels were not high compared to his current state, but in this state, he could see things that he normally couldn't see clearly. There were many hidden demons lurking in the mountains, and they too were watching him at this time.

  Along the way, there were many people on both sides of the river that Chen Jing had not discovered before. It was only now that he realized how much attraction the Qin Guang Wang seal in his hand had for cultivators all over the world. And yet, the Cui Ping Niang standing at the top of Mount Cui Ping was like a bright lamp in the night, dazzling to his eyes. He found that this Cui Ping Mountain spirit had almost merged with the Cui Ping mountain range, and every breath seemed to be the mountain swallowing and spitting out spiritual energy, the mountain was her, she was the mountain. Chen Jing knew that he still needed time to reach this state.

  In his mind, there were two extremely contradictory feelings. One was exceptionally clear, as if everything was under control. The other feeling was vague, like being in the water, pressed by mountains, and burned by fire. This feeling of merging with the universe was like the spiritual realm's initial awakening to the entire universe.

  At this moment, he felt the spiritual energy in the statue suddenly surge up, and the spiritual energy that was originally unresponsive was suddenly felt, as if a dead body had regained its vitality.

  All along, the statue has been tempered and nourished by the spiritual energy of the River Jing, but no matter how abundant the spiritual energy contained in the statue is, it seems to have nothing to do with Chen Jing, because Chen Jing can't drive the spiritual energy on the statue at all. It's like a person who has lost consciousness, even if he eats the best tonic, he can't stand up and feel the power.

  But at this moment, Chen Jing felt it, and the spiritual power in the statue surged. Chen Jing's mind moved, and he immediately seized this rare opportunity to communicate with the spiritual energy in the statue, causing a thread of spiritual energy to rotate in his dantian. This movement immediately caused the spiritual power within the statue to start rotating as well. At first, it was only a very small part, but soon a small whirlpool formed, and the whirlpool spun faster and faster. Very quickly, the chaotic spiritual energy inside the statue gathered at the dantian position, while the external spiritual energy rushed in with an even faster speed, forming a huge whirlpool above the statue.

  The whirlpool spun faster and faster, as if it was about to condense there, but for a moment, it couldn't condense no matter what. It seemed to be blocked by something. Chen Jing was clear because this was a stone statue, which didn't have any elixir field orifices at all.

  Chen Jing was just experiencing the two feelings of heaven and earth, when a wave of excitement surged towards Mount Kunlun.

  Suddenly, a figure flew in, like a fairy from the ninth heaven, with clothes fluttering. In the eyes of many people, the river waves surged up to the sky, as if a dragon was spitting out air, and in one mouthful, it swallowed that person whole. The waves rolled in, and in the blink of an eye, they receded far away, but that person never reappeared, as if the wave was a magical creature that could swallow everything.

  In a twinkling of an eye, the river waves have reached hundreds of miles away. The river channel turns and the waves turn, and whatever blocks in the sky above the river are swallowed up.

  The mountain gods or practitioners on both banks of the Jing River found that after the wave passed, the Jing River was still the Jing River, but in their eyes, this Jing River had no spiritual energy, and it could be said that all the spiritual power had been taken away by that wave. The spiritual energy in that wave became heavier and heavier, giving people a more and more majestic feeling, as if all the water of the entire Jing River had surged up.

  One hundred miles, two hundred miles, five hundred miles, one thousand miles...

  Many people followed the river waves to the source of the Kunlun Mountains, but no matter how hard they drove their magical powers, they couldn't keep up with the speed of the river waves.

  As the river waves' momentum grew stronger, wherever they passed, strong winds howled and dark clouds gathered. The big trees on the mountain tops along both banks were blown down, and the little monsters in the mountains didn't even dare to look at the river.

  For them, today is a very special day, and this scene will become a legend in their hearts, spreading far and wide for millions of years.

  There are many versions of the legend, but two have been passed down widely. One says that on this day, a white dragon emerged from the waters of the Jing River, having been sealed away for tens of thousands of years. From beneath Mount Kunlun, it stirred up waves and rose to transform into a being that could ascend to the ninth heaven.

  There is another legend that says on this day, everything in the middle of the Jiao River became a sharp blade. The water was a sharp blade, the wind was a sharp blade, and even the river fog was a sharp blade. Anything that was rolled into it would be annihilated.

  "That's not river water, it's a sharp blade that can tear apart heaven and earth." Someone on the top of a green mountain sighed.