Now Chen Jing is looking at the world with the eyes of Mitian Die, although Mitian Die's eyes also seem to have changed, black and white have already appeared obvious deep and shallow, but Gu Mingwei in his eyes is so dazzling.

  Chen Jing couldn't tell whether the radiance came from Gu Mingwei himself or that seven-colored ribbon, because Gu Mingwei had already merged with the seven-colored ribbon and it was impossible to distinguish who made whom more spirited.

  Because he felt a power from Gu Mingwei's body, this power was neither magical nor spiritual, but a belief, a will to break free from the shackles. His heart moved, the butterfly flapped its wings and disappeared into thin air, reappearing beside Gu Mingwei, who stretched out her hand, and the butterfly landed on it, transforming into a sword.

  Just as the butterfly was about to turn into a sword, a voice came from her heart: "If you have the heart to wield a sword, I am willing to be a sword. If you have the strength to strike, I am willing to be a blade."

  The sound was soft and gentle, as if there were hands stroking the blade of a sword, yet blood dripped from the palm.

  But this voice spread throughout the entire city of Balin, and even the gods outside the city and the disciples of Xuanmen heard these words.

  "If you have the heart of a sword, I will be your blade. If you have the power of a thrust, I will be your sharp edge."

  This sound seemed to come from the heart, breaking free from the shackles of heaven and earth, transcending the prohibitions of all heavens. When this sound echoed in their hearts, they looked at each other in shock, gazing at the city of Ba Ling. They raised their heads, but what entered their eyes was still a vast expanse of blackness.

  The surging river waves rushed to the foot of Bailing City at this moment, following the corner of Bailing City and going up along the city wall.

  That voice was so clear and powerful in the river waves.

  As they trembled in their hearts, the countless souls in the Baoling Mausoleum seemed to have also heard that voice. They appeared to have been summoned, and one by one, they flew towards Gu Xingyun, competing with each other to grab the sword in her hand.

  The boundless darkness in the sky pressed down, Gu Ming slightly raised his sword and pointed it afar. The sword body was only a streak of bright light, and within the sword body, a pale blue butterfly flapped its wings as if to fly.

  Gu Mingwei's body slowly fell to the ground, as if it couldn't withstand the pressure and was falling towards the earth. However, the aura that pierced through everything on her body grew stronger and stronger. In an instant, people in the city died one after another, and a burning soul burst out of their physical bodies and flew towards Gu Mingwei before disappearing. With each disappearance, the fire of the soul on Gu Mingwei's body and the colors on the seven-colored ribbon grew more vibrant.

  In Gu Ming's eyes, illusions began to appear. These illusions were fragments of real lives, from birth to death. They were all people from Ba Ling City, born into different families, yet with extremely similar parts. They had a deep and soulful love for their hometown, Ba Ling. However, this love eventually transformed into endless resentment and helplessness. Helpless about their own insignificance, helpless about the decline of their hometown, helpless about the death of loved ones. This helplessness turned into resentment, profound and intense.

  At this moment, Gu Mingwei's eyes were filled with pain, her ears were filled with wails, and her heart was filled with resentment. She felt she had infinite strength, so the instant her body hit the ground, she raised her sword and stabbed at the darkness above the nine heavens.

  This sword is not a spell, nor is it divine power, but the struggle of 200,000 living souls' inner resentment and anger.

  Two hundred thousand lives united as one, a sword pierced through with reckless determination, Chen Jing felt an unyielding resolve, his heart surged with boundless power, as if he could pierce the heavens themselves.

  However, apart from this, he also felt endless resentment in his heart, which was like a tidal wave that submerged his Taoist heart and washed away his understanding of the world. He almost lost consciousness in an instant, but just as he struggled to maintain his self-awareness so as not to be overwhelmed by those infinite resentments, a clear and refreshing feeling surged up in his mind. The spiritual power of Jinghe, Junling Town, and the incense wishes of the living beings in Jinghe River were transmitted, which immediately restored his clarity.

  As soon as his mind was clear, he felt the spiritual power of Jinghe River, and the spiritual power surged and rushed, coming from the Jinghe River to cover the sky and earth. The original feeling of being a rootless duckweed quickly dissipated, and he only felt that he could shatter the mountains with one roar.

  The stronger the heart, the more powerful the heavenly power can be stirred up. The collective heart's desire of 200,000 living beings converged on Gu Mingwei's body. Chen Jing opened his heart to accommodate the collective power of 200,000 hearts, guiding her to exert her own swordsmanship, yet having to carefully maintain the clarity of her inner mind, lest it be overwhelmed by resentment and lose her moral integrity.

  One sword breaks through the vast sky, dazzling and shining brightly.

  Chen Jing knew that such a sword was one he had never used before, and perhaps would not be able to use again for a very long time.

  He felt himself entering into the void, transcending yin and yang, time had stopped.

  This sword is the Instant Sword Technique, it's what he brought out, but also can be said that it isn't. He felt this sword, there was no sound in his ears, everything in his eyes changed, no longer the sky and earth, but a flowing light, as if already arrived at a surging river, the color of the waves were five colors ten colors, incomparably resplendent. And he was swimming against the current in this river, the powerful force of the waves crashing against him made it almost impossible for him to advance an inch, he struggled forward with all his might, trying to break free from the restraints and shackles on his body, using every last bit of strength.

  The Ling Chao Mausoleum in Jianghe River comes surging and rolling.

  Chen Jing felt as if he had stirred up a wave and swum forward a little distance. But just this once, it already made him feel a weak feeling in his heart.

  At this moment, the scene in front of him changed, and it became that dark foggy sky. What he saw was Qin Yang, but before he could even think about what was happening, his sword had already pierced into Qin Yang's eye.

  The resentful energy entwined on the sword surged into Qin Yang's eyes, but his expression didn't change in the slightest. His eyes remained as emotionless and cold as ever. However, his body seemed to dissipate like a thick fog in the wind, and within that fog, a mournful scream echoed out. A black seal flew up towards the sky.

  Among the people waiting outside Baling City, a sword hum sounded, and the river waves under Baling City surged up like a water dragon, rushing towards the top of Baling City.

  Only to see the dark and heavy black fog that seemed to swallow all living things was broken by a sword light, the black clouds rolled open, and the killing intent spread out in all directions. Only to see the sword wrapped in colorful light broke through the clouds, and what caught people's attention most was the seven-colored sword aura at the end of the sword.

  The sword's radiance dissipated, and it fell to the ground, as if all its spiritual energy had been exhausted in that one strike. The sword then transformed into a person in mid-air, wearing a blue robe, looking like a figure from a painting, so fragile that a gust of wind could tear him apart. He reached out with one hand into the dark clouds and grasped a black seal, while his other hand reached for the colorful ribbon, but it suddenly fluttered away, barely avoiding Chen Jing's grasp.

  Chen Jing gazed at the seven-colored silk ribbons drifting down into the depths of Ba Ling, and his heart felt an indescribable sensation. He knew that all 200,000 lives in Ba Ling had perished, their existence as light as the silk ribbons, drifting aimlessly in the wind, uncertain whether they would get tangled in high branches or fall into the mire. They were once unable to control their own fate, but now they could. This city was his eternal domain, no longer in need of protection from the gods. They also no longer received pity, nor could they endure mercy.

  The dark fog in the city of Balin did not disperse, but instead grew thicker. In an instant, the seven-colored ribbons were engulfed by the surging black fog, and Chen Jing saw a woman wearing a green skirt. Her hair was tied with a seven-colored ribbon, which was tied into a butterfly knot, quiet and still. It was as if she stood in the midst of the dark and eerie fog, gazing up at the city wall.

  Chen Jing knew that she was no longer the woman of her youth, no longer Gu Mingwei, but a resentful spirit in this mortal world, gazing up at the sky.

  He closed his eyes, feeling the emotions surging in his heart, feeling the spiritual energy pouring from the Zi River, feeling the changes of the talisman within his divine soul, feeling the transparency of the divine realm. However, his heart was more suppressed than ever, making him want to draw his sword and pierce through the heavens and earth with clarity.

  Just then, amidst the sound of the river waves, someone loudly shouted: "Heaven and Earth Spiritual Treasure, how can it be allowed to be tainted by a demonic creature."

  As soon as the voice came out, someone shouted loudly: "Xing Tian Guan Zhou Qing... take it first..." The voice had just come out, and someone suddenly appeared in mid-air, and when the voice fell, he disappeared into thin air, turning into a streak of starlight that fell towards the city head.

  At the same time, in the distance, the Jinhe River embroidered spring and curved golden light was released. A long way off, a voice of "zhen" was heard. In the midst of the golden light of the tower, a blue shell was sucked into the tower.

  Chen Jingren, standing on the city wall with his hand supporting a black seal, seemed to be startled and raised his head. He lightly swung his robe and rose into the air. However, in the instant he swung his robe, a sword hummed to life. A flash of white light appeared in the empty space, and a stream of blood sprayed out from the void. A person fell out from the void, covering their throat with both hands, and tumbled straight down into the rolling waves below the city wall.

  At the moment Chen Jing suddenly rose, he surprisingly raised the black seal in his hand and said calmly: "The Seal of Qin Guang Wang is here. If you want it, just rely on your abilities. What's the need for those excuses?" His voice was neither light nor heavy, but it carried extremely far in the sound of the river waves.

  The waves on the ground rolled up like a quilt towards the Jing River as he rose, and the waves followed Chen Jing straight to the Jing River.

  As soon as Chen Jing's words came out, the Xuanmen disciples in the darkness suddenly became furious. Suddenly, someone rushed out of the darkness and shouted: "The Ninth Emperor's Hall, Hua Nanfeng will take it first."

  He wasn't speaking to Chen Jing, but to the people of other sects in the dark. As long as they had some connection with the Jiuhou Temple, they wouldn't dare to compete with him at this time. Suddenly, Hua Nanfeng's body was surrounded by a golden light, his eyes gleaming like electricity, and his hands seemed to be wrapped in countless talismans. With a wave of his hand, countless golden talismans appeared, shooting straight towards Chen Jing.

  Although there were disciples of the sect with a connection to the Ninth Emperor's Hall who did not make a move at this moment, there were even more people without any relation to the Ninth Emperor's Hall who took action. In just an instant, dozens of figures burst out from the darkness, and previously when blocking the river waves, they were only a part of it. More people had not made a move yet. Then, a Kunlun disciple appeared with the Demon-Suppressing Tower, so others didn't need to make a move either. At this moment, each one was eager to release their most satisfying Daoist magic, and each one reported their sect's name, voices rising and falling in waves.

  This is a treasure feast, as Chen Jing said, if you want it, why bother finding excuses. In front of treasures, in the face of interests, all excuses are so pale.

  The river waves were surging forward just a moment before, but now they are rolling backward, like a water scroll being rolled up, higher and higher, closely following Chen Jing's body as it surged backward.

  In the sky, there are voices of self-reporting mountains. Among these voices, there are also murmurs of chanting and reciting mantras. The sounds of incantations stir up the clouds and air in the sky and earth, while the sounds of dhāra?īs condense the spiritual energy of the sky and earth into layers of objects with different colors.

  "Green bamboo mountain Wu Tian Chi first took it." An old man made a grasping motion in the air, and his hand suddenly had an additional green, dewy bamboo cane. As he spoke, he struck down towards Chen Jing.

  "The Peach Garden Cave was taken by Li Shangxian first." A young Taoist priest struck out with a series of magical seals.

  "Xiong Nanfeng Zhao Benyuan took it first." A man in his thirties, dressed as a Taoist, threw out a silver talisman paper into the sky, which transformed into a wave of silver ripples falling down.

  "Quanzhen Heavy Yangzi first takes it." A crane-haired and infant-faced Taoist waved his hand, and a sword light flew straight to Chen Jing's head.

  "Jiukufeng Dong Zhimao takes it first." A young man with a shaved head and tattoos of thorny flowers on his face, holding a large green knife, shouted out loud and rushed straight towards Chen Jing.

  ……

  ……

  At the top of a mountain, a circle suddenly appeared on her body, and the circle turned into a golden light ring. Next to her was a little girl who curiously looked at her and heard the beautiful woman say: "This is the painting of our ancestors as a prison."

  In the clouds, someone else threw out a willow branch, and the willow branch vanished into thin air.

  Some people suddenly drill into the ground and disappear.

  Someone turned into a gust of wind and disappeared.

  Someone hung a gourd above Chen Jing's head.

  All kinds of spells and incantations for treasures echoed in the sky, but at this moment, there was no one more dazzling than Chen Jing, who stepped on the waves with a calm and steady pace. He was like a lone traveler in the dark universe.

  "Wind Gate Flower Edge Moon takes it first." A young and handsome Taoist spat out a sharp gust of wind that cut through the void.

  "A Yu Shou Zhai Bai Zhen Zhen Xian Qu Zhi." A woman in a plain white dress floated down from the sky and took the Seal of Qin Guang Wang directly from Chen Jing's hand.

  ……

  ……

  Various incantations echoed in the void, sounding extremely chaotic, yet in this dark night, it gave people a sense of emptiness and ethereal feeling, as if it were a voice from a dream, not real, and extremely distant.

  Among them, Chen Jing naturally included the surging waves at his feet, which were like a thousand horses under his command. On his head, a virtual shadow had unknowingly appeared, and that shadow was no longer just the Qujiang River, but also Junling Town and Balin City. Before this, whether it was Junling Town or Balin City, they were only separate entities, but now they were connected into one piece. The dark cracks in between had been connected by the white mist-like river waves into a single piece.

  If Chen Jing was a floating duckweed in Balin City before, then he is now like a big tree rooted in the earth. The spiritual power of Jinghe and Junling Town have been connected by He Lang into one piece, and the spiritual power of Jinghe is surging like river water.

  The surging river water is majestic and powerful, with a grand momentum.

  Chen Jing and the river water seemed to have merged into one, and as soon as his words came out, many people appeared in the sky. However, among those chanting voices, it was unknown whether anyone heard Chen Jing's quiet whisper: "If I had a sword, I would be known as Ba Ling, only to fulfill the wishes of the 200,000 people of Ba Ling. If I had a sword, I would turn into a fierce wind and blow away the turbid dust of the world. If I had a sword, I would turn into a raging flame and burn all the demons in the heavens. If I had a sword, I would turn into a river and wash away the bloodstains from the heavens and the earth."

  When he read the last sentence, the terrifying waves suddenly surged up and engulfed him. All the spells and treasures that fell into the river waves were greatly hindered. Faintly, someone saw that in the river waves, there seemed to be thousands of talismans flashing. At the moment when the spells and treasures hit the river waves, they startled the sky with water mist and flower waves. However, among those water mist and flower waves, there was a fleeting silver light.

  Those are the river waves that have washed away the blood of heaven and earth, those are the heavenly sword threads that have killed immortals and deified gods.

  Sword silks merged into the river waves, and the river waves shook the sky.

  The sword technique merged into the mist of water.

  But in the eyes of those people, the river waves suddenly turned into a hazy misty sea of flowers, and the flowers in the sea of flowers were constantly blooming and withering. At the moment they saw this scene, there was a faint sound of sword chanting in their ears, and then the whole person was already wrapped in water mist.

  Only to see in the sky those people suddenly turned into a mass of blood, flesh and bones separated, just in an instant they had already become scattered bones and flesh falling to the ground. In places bright or dark, numerous people suddenly turned into skeletons scattered all over the ground.

  Those incantations came to an abrupt halt amidst the sword hums, and even the wails of despair were extremely brief.

  There is a sound of the zither between heaven and earth, the sound of the zither comes from the stone zither on the Qinfeng Stone Rock. There are also low hums and shallow songs: "Ask what kind of thing people in the world are, just one type of creature. The spirits of the nine heavens and ten lands, the yin and yang have gone through several cycles. The god of the Jing River, the soul of the mortal world, is nothing but a speck of dust between heaven and earth. You should have words, to be immortal for all eternity, with the same longevity as heaven, where will you go with your solitary sword?...