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  This sound cannot be heard with the physical ear, because it is a Xuan Yin Zhou Wen. When a practitioner can communicate with heaven and earth, and immerse themselves in that selfless feeling, the sounds that are naturally emitted from their heart are generally called Da Dao Xuan Yin, also known as Fa Zhou.

  The illusory shadow on the statue's surface chanted a mantra and incantation that no one could understand, but everyone present was a cultivator who could feel the meaning hidden within the incantation.

  "He is gathering spiritual energy from the Jing River."

  As this thought rose in the hearts of many, the invisible spiritual power from the lower reaches of the river surged upwards. These powers could not be seen with the naked eye, but their surging energy could be felt. Not only did the spiritual power of the Jing River gather, but also the wandering heavenly and earthly spirits from the surrounding skies converged towards the statue. Chen Jing was unaware that at this moment, he resembled the scene of swallowing heaven and earth in the painting he saw in Qin Guangwang City.

  Others do not know what Chen Jing's mantra is, but he himself is very clear. In his view, what he recites is just the simplest and most sincere words. It's like talking to a person, and it's like talking to one's own heart.

  "Jing River, you are about to be burned dry and annihilated in the world, sinking into eternal history. If you don't want to disappear like this, then come with me and destroy everything that threatens your existence, whether it's immortals or Buddhas, gods or demons..."

  No one knew that Chen Jing's incantation was like this. It was the words that came from his heart when his divine thoughts were scattered in the void and merged with the Jing River.

  The spiritual energy of the Qu River converges, flowing down from downstream, and the surrounding mountains and rivers also surge towards the statue with spiritual energy. The spiritual energy surges into the dantian from the body of the statue, the vortex spinning faster and faster, until the spiritual energy at the heart becomes more and more concentrated.

  The spiritual energy of the Qu River is constantly compressed and condensed. As the spiritual energy condenses, the originally formless spirit gradually materializes.

  Chen Jing felt that the spiritual energy there might have condensed, and he had a similar feeling before, but at that time it couldn't condense no matter what. This time, however, as soon as Chen Jing had this feeling, a strand of spiritual aura appeared.

  This spiritual dew is tiny, but it is at the very center of the spiritual vortex. As the spiritual energy pours in, that strand of spiritual dew slowly grows larger, eventually becoming a drop of blue water the size of a dewdrop.

  This is the embodiment of his affinity with the Jing River, and since he became the river god, it has been nearly twenty years. Now, he has broken through the divine prohibition again and received a baptism in Baoling City, and his state of mind has undergone an upgrade.

  As soon as the Lingluo appeared, Chen Jing's mind moved and the Lingluo had already risen up along the back that was vaguely pierced by lightning, finally spouting out of his mouth.

  As soon as it appeared, there was a blue glow shining brightly.

  This drop of water that shone with a blue light suddenly appeared, and it shocked Nalan Wang who was secretly watching everything in the dark. If the three true fires on the Fan Tian Seal made him dare not to move rashly, then this drop of clear water from nothingness to existence made Nalan Wang feel unbelievable.

  "This is the Elixir of True Spirit."

  There are three flavors of fire in the world, and this fire, combined with the essence of fire, forms the Three Flavors True Fire. As long as the master's magical powers are sufficient, nothing in the world will not be burned. And among the myriad things in the world, there is a corresponding True Water that restrains it. This True Water is the condensation of spiritual energy, and its greatest function is to melt all laws, transforming countless spells.

  Chen Jing didn't know that he was gathering the True Spirit Water, he just sensed the spiritual power of the Qu River and summoned it to gather towards him. If it were only like this, it would have formed a wave as before, but this time after the Qu River's spiritual power gathered, Chen Jing clearly understood in his heart that this spiritual power was too loose, and must be further refined, or else it would definitely be burned by the flames on the Great Seal. And he felt that it should be condensed together, he had this feeling, and when his mind moved, the Qu River's spiritual power quickly condensed.

  It seems simple, and it's indeed simple to do, but few can actually do it. The great way is simplicity; when you reach a certain level of understanding, no one needs to teach or tell you anything - you'll naturally know what to do, and it will be surprisingly easy. If your understanding hasn't reached that point, even if someone shares the secrets of the condensed true spirit water incantation with you, you still won't be able to do it.

  Just then, a butterfly flashed in mid-air and disappeared into the water droplet. Immediately afterwards, a faint sword hum seemed to rise, this sword hum was extremely faint, faint like mist, with a dreamy feeling.

  And in the sky, a white light suddenly flashed, this white light was like a meteor's trail, falling from the sky to the ground, and the direction of the fall was exactly where the source of Jinghe River, Fan Tian Yin, was located.

  Looking up, the light was somewhat dazzling, but someone still saw clearly that the light was just a drop of water, a crystal clear drop of water. It's just that at some point, there was a butterfly in the water droplet, which was very small and was wrapped and sealed inside by the water droplet, like amber.

  That ray of light fell from the ninth heaven, like a meteor, and grew brighter as it approached the earth. At the same time, a continuous sword hum echoed through the void, piercing the eardrums, as if what was dripping down wasn't a drop of water, but a sword that stabbed downwards, a sword that pierced through the void.

  "Ding..."

  A drop of water fell, passing through the flames burning in the void, and landed on the top of the massive seal, creating a splash of water flowers. In the midst of the bright light and flames, one could clearly see the mist dispersing. The cultivator who was pinching his fingers to form a hand seal in the sky felt an irresistible sword aura, like water seeping into the earth, penetrate the seal, striking the strand of divine thought he had planted within it. His heart ached as if stabbed by a sword, and a mouthful of blood spurted out uncontrollably. At the same time, the flames on the seal were extinguished in response.

  A tiny drop of water, compared to the towering Flame Emperor Seal, was small beyond compare, and compared to the raging flames, it was weak beyond measure. Yet this single drop of water fell onto the Flame Emperor Seal, and in an instant, the flames were extinguished without warning, just like when water falls on a candle.

  At the top of the Fantian Seal, a pale blue butterfly stood there, its wings slightly moving, as if standing on the petals of a flower.

  The fresh blood spewed from Yuanshen Daoist's mouth had not yet dispersed in the air, when his fingers were already pointing and drawing in the void. The blood mist that was about to disperse suddenly transformed into a blood arrow, shooting towards the butterfly on Fantian Seal with extreme speed, its shadow flashing abruptly. However, just as the blood arrow was about to strike, the butterfly lightly flapped its wings, instantly producing a sword hum, and waves emerged out of thin air, submerging Fantian Seal at the moment the blood arrow struck.

  The blood arrow shot into it and disappeared without a trace.

  The river waves were surging, swallowing the Fantian Seal, and in just a moment, the towering Fantian Seal had disappeared into the water. It was clear that Chen Jing had used the Ling power of the Jing River to suppress and take it away. The divine image that originally appeared on the surface of the river had disappeared into the water, and the Jing River returned to calmness once again. Except for the sound of the waves, there was not a single sound.

  Those surging waves of the river sounded like a burst of piercing ridicule in the eyes of the crowd in the darkness.

  The face of Yuánzhēn Dào in the sky turned iron-cyan, gazing deeply at the Jīng River for a moment before turning around and walking away. In just a few steps, he vanished into the darkness. The surrounding mountain peaks, valleys, or under large trees, various colored glows rose up, flashing once before disappearing.

  Nalan Wang stood at the top of the dark mountain, looking at the Jing River, and sighed in his heart. He regretted not making a move in Bashan City, regretted not taking action when Chen Jing was leaving Bashan City, and even more regretted not taking action when Chen Jing's true spirit water was about to be used.

  He has many regrets in this life, but it is also because of his caution that he has lived until now. There were so many people with stronger magical powers than him who have died, and only he is still alive.

  "The world has another person who can seal and establish a divine way."

  Nalan Wang took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and adjusted his mood. He thought to himself: "Although he broke through the divine prohibition, he will control the entire Zhen River in the future, but the road ahead is still long. When this divine path is re-established, how can I retreat? I must fight for it, fight for the incense fire that will not be extinguished for ten thousand years." As soon as he thought of this, he turned around and disappeared without a trace.

  When those who ultimately did not make a move left, a god statue burst out of the Embroidered Spring Bend, and the god statue seemed to be riding the wind, with spiritual energy surging all over its body. It came to the upper air of the temple and landed on the divine platform.

  As the idol burst out of the river waves in Xiuchun Bay, the empty spirits in the temple ruins turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into thin air. The giant prawn, shellfish, Jiuyin, night swallow, and mountain monkey all looked up and gazed upwards.

  The Taoist who was previously suppressed by him on the altar is still there, and when the god left, he was still driven by a wisp of Chen Jing's lingering spiritual power to suppress his spirit.

  When the statue fell, waves of water suddenly appeared from the ruins of the temple, wrapping up the bricks and tiles that had already collapsed on the ground, along with the statue, flying up together. Faintly visible, countless talismans floated in the waves, imprinting themselves into the temple. As the statue fell, the temple was rebuilt.

  Those divine talismans are a type of talismanic method called "Divine Mansion Spirit Talisman". The land yin fu of the former Qin dynasty was also built using this talismanic method. His kind of yin fu is purely constructed with faith and wishes, and the Cheng Huang Temple in Ba Ling City is also like this. Chen Jing's, however, is a combination of spiritual power and wishful power merged into the original bricks and tiles.

  The special ritual for building a divine mansion does not require high conditions, as long as there is faith, the divine mansion can be opened, but to truly become a divine mansion that can manifest and suppress evil spirits, it takes a very long time.

  At a single glance, it makes one feel that the temple has an unusual aura, surely there is a true god within.

  At almost the same time, the door of the ancestral hall in front of the river slowly opened, and the spirit leaned against the door, looking very ethereal, as if a gust of wind would blow her away.