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  When a ray of dawn broke through the clouds, the river waves had already reached the source of Jinghe River under Mount Kunlun.

  The Kunlun Mountains tower into the clouds, and even cultivators who see them with their own eyes will feel a sense of unattainability in their hearts. Cultivators are extremely sensitive to all things between heaven and earth, and they can feel that the Kunlun Mountains are truly impossible to climb, even with the so-called "immortal techniques" of mortals, they cannot ascend.

  Chen Jing was facing Kunlun for the second time, and unlike the last time when he rushed up to Kunlun with Jiaolong Wang, this time in his eyes, Mount Kunlun seemed to be covered with runes. These runes did not seem to be formed by human power, but rather naturally formed over a long period of time.

  Chen Jing looked up, feeling that the mountain connected heaven and earth, suppressing the spiritual energy of ten thousand miles, while the Qu River was just a river formed by the overflowing spiritual energy in the mountains. In his heart, like others, he also felt an unattainable sense of Kunlun's height, and this feeling was even stronger. He finally understood how powerful it was for Jiaolong Wang to rush up Kunlun against the thunder of the nine heavens and enter the mountain that year.

  "The mountain is so high, the mountain is so heavy, I will be crushed under it."

  Chen Jing suddenly had a feeling that he couldn't explain, and as he got closer to Mount Kunlun, this feeling became more and more intense. Even the air seemed to solidify, and he didn't doubt for a moment that he might be crushed under the mountain.

  However, he continued to climb up the Kunlun Mountains, as if a furious dragon burst out from the depths of the abyss. In an instant, he felt a heavy pressure, as if he was flying against a mountain.

  This pressure appeared when he saw the runes, even if he closed his eyes, he could still feel it. He understood that this pressure was not acting on the flesh, but was pressing down on the heart. However, he had to go up to the top of Kunlun Mountain and enter Kunlun.

  If the starry sky is vast and mysterious, then Mount Kunlun, compared to the starry sky, has an additional sense of solid and heavy reality.

  At this moment, he vaguely understood why the Jiaolong King had to go up to the Ninth Heaven against Kunlun. Years of looking up at Kunlun made a mountain appear in his heart, a mountain that blocked his way to fly and become a dragon, but what he was breaking through was not Kunlun, but himself.

  At this moment, he also made a choice like becoming the Dragon King.

  Three hundred years ago, the dragon king had a certain prestige, Chen Jing didn't know, and the last time Chen Jing was with the dragon king rushing up to Kunlun, at that time he was in it, feeling more of the heavenly power, at that time he only felt mysterious about Mount Kunlun, until he entered Mount Kunlun, what has been lingering in his heart is only mysterious and unpredictable, like a vast ocean.

  At this moment, he finally faced alone the Kunlun known as the mother of all mountains, facing the ancestor of the Kunlun of the Tao.

  This day is like a fish jumping out of the water in the ocean, creating a ripple. In comparison to

  Compared to Chen Jing, this was a transformation, it was his first time taking the initiative to challenge something stronger than himself. In the past, he was like a spring, only reacting after encountering things, but now he was different. He looked at the dark clouds condensing above the Nine Heavens, and at the symbols representing the rules of heaven and earth floating on Mount Kunlun, and an indescribably small feeling surged up in his heart. Nevertheless, he still charged forward resolutely onto Mount Kunlun, onto the Nine Heavens.

  As the river waves surged higher, the dark clouds in the sky grew thicker, as if the heavens themselves had thoughts, eyes, and emotions, and were enraged. A blinding flash of lightning burst forth from the clouds. To Chen Jing, this was like a sword, a heavenly sword that could take lives from afar, its power arriving before it even struck, shaking his very soul. In the face of such divine wrath, magical powers were not so important; what mattered was having a heart that dared to confront the heavens, even if it meant risking being shattered into dust, and not letting fear control one's body.

  The statue is surrounded by turbulent river waves, forming a whirlpool. Outside the waves are wind and clouds, making it difficult to see the central statue clearly.

  There are many who can say that their abilities surpass Chen Jingfa's, and among the great sects that have been passed down for thousands of years, there must be people with immeasurable powers. However, it is not necessarily true that they would have a stronger mindset when facing this heavenly power. This is also true among the gods of the world.

  Chen Jing watched as the lightning bolt struck down towards him, and there was not a single sound in his ears. The place where the lightning had passed seemed to have illuminated all three thousand small worlds, and it also seemed that the heavens and earth had been shattered by this one bolt of lightning. This was not Chen Jing's first time facing this thunderbolt, but whether it was the first or third time, he always felt a sense of his body being crushed to dust and his soul being scattered to nothingness.

  People with a high state of mind are not necessarily completely fearless of life and death, but they can make the great terror between life and death not control their bodies. Chen Jing is not just once faced with heavenly thunder, although he still feels fear, but he can keep his heart and soul intact. In the eyes of many people, only the waves under the lightning seem to have come alive, emitting a whistling sound, like the sound of a sword, like the roar of a dragon, rushing towards the sky at an even faster speed.

  "Boom..."

  The thunderclap had just come from the ninth heaven and fell down, and when the sound started, the lightning had already landed on the surging waves that rose to the sky.

  The waves burst open and flew in all directions. The lightning had not yet dissipated, the splashing water droplets scattered, and a tall statue of a god appeared.

  Chen Jing only felt a loud humming sound, as if his head had been heavily hammered. In his feeling, his skull split open under the heavy impact, and the violent power rushed down along the neck and shoulders, extending to the arms. Then it went down along the spine, straight into the dantian, where it exploded in the spiritual vortex of the god image's dantian.

  "Boom......" Chen Jing felt a sharp pain, it was the first time he had felt such intense pain since becoming a god.

  If it is said that Ye Qingxue brought Xiao Bailong to recite the "Tianyao Huaxing Pian" back then, which opened the prelude to the transformation of all demons in the world, then Chen Jing's breakthrough today, merging with the divine soul and breaking through the divine ban, is the opening of the gate of self-establishment of gods in the world. Today is destined to be a day recorded in the annals of heaven and earth.

  Chen Jing didn't know if he would ever become a legend in the world, and even if someone told him it was possible, he'd rather not. In his view, those people from millions of years ago were all omnipotent, yet none of them still walked among humans. He'd rather live forever in reality, watching this world for as long as possible.

  In the moment the lightning struck, Chen Jing seemed to see a thousand years later, people in the world singing: "Who said that those who drink from the Jian River should be under my protection? Who said that as long as you believe in me, I will protect you from evil spirits? Who rode the waves up to the ninth heaven? Who asked, if you have the heart, I am willing to be your sword. Who said, if you have the strength, I am willing to be your blade...

  Lightning struck the statue, and a layer of sword light emerged from it. The lightning spread down, pouring the statue inside and out. No one knew what Chen Jing was thinking at this moment, no one knew what it felt like to be struck by lightning on the statue. This moment was like many years ago when King Xinglang rose above Kunlun, except that at that time Chen Jing was just one of the many river gods, a weak butterfly in everyone's eyes, a butterfly under the thunder, fragile and possibly blown apart by the wind. Until he unexpectedly rushed out of Mount Kunlun, leaving an impression on many people's hearts, from then on, there was only one Chen Jing in the Jin River. Until the battle of Xiu Chun Wan, until the siege of Ba Ling City, where his soul and mind began to change under the refining flames of 200,000 lives.

  And the idol, having been nourished by the spiritual energy for so long, is now being refined by the power of thunder and lightning, and is beginning to undergo a transformation.

  The lightning flashed again, and another bolt of lightning struck. Only those who kept staring would see that the divine image under the lightning paused for a moment in the midst of the lightning, just for an instant, before rushing up to the ninth heaven again. The scattered river waves did not disperse but reassembled under the divine image, transforming into a swirling cloud that connected with the Jing River. The water waves in the Jing River now resembled a silver thread, while the divine image soaring into the sky was like a kite.

  The third bolt of lightning struck again, the thunderbolt hitting the apex of the deity's head, sparks spreading out and upwards, passing through the clouds beneath the deity's feet, conducting downwards along the silver line of the river.

  "Sizzling... Sizzling..."

  Chen Jing felt a numbness in his body like a statue, with a thread of pain mixed in.

  The river surface was flashing with electric flowers, and in an instant, the electric flowers had spread for dozens of miles. After the electric flowers passed, many fish, insects, and shrimp suddenly floated to the surface of the river, belly up, apparently dead.

  The statue of the god did not stop, still rushing towards the nine heavens above. The statue of the god that had been struck by lightning did not shatter, but instead became even more radiant and pure, with a faint aura of auspicious clouds and mist.

  The fourth thunderbolt fell, accompanied by a stormy rain, the statue shot straight up to the ninth heaven, like a tightly clenched fist striking the sky in anger.

  Chen Jing's divine body felt like his heavenly cover was being pierced through, the original heavy feeling was as if it had been shattered by thunder, and the feeling of his whole body being sealed off no longer existed.

  Lightning still extends downwards, and the river surface sparkles with electric flowers.

  The fourth bolt of lightning struck down.

  Chen Jing's statue-like body seemed to have a surge of power in his back, and he regained a bit of vitality.

  The fifth bolt of lightning struck down.

  Chen Jing faintly felt that there was blood flowing in his body, as if all the meridians in his whole body had come back to life.

  The sixth bolt of lightning struck down.

  Chen Jing's body was like a divine statue, with spiritual energy burning fiercely within him. Every part of his body was in extreme pain, as if he was about to be reduced to ashes.

  In the dantian of the statue, a tiny aperture appeared, which was exactly where the spiritual energy had gathered before. Now, there was still spiritual energy forming a vortex there, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth converged with the statue's dantian as its center.

  This is no different from a demon's tribulation, with almost no gaps in between, one wave after another.