Chen Jing's body pounced forward, he couldn't have the slightest pause, and must tirelessly thrust out this all-out sword. He didn't even know if this sword would be effective in piercing Qin Yang's eyes, such thoughts flashed by, and were again awakened by the murderous intent of the people of Huicheng. At this moment, he was no longer Chen Jing, but a sword in the hearts of over 10 million people of Balin, a sword seeking survival.

  The dark night is still heavy, as if endless.

  Nalan Wang watched with a mixture of surprise and secret amusement, thinking to himself: "You want to get the Qin Guang Wang seal, but in the end it will only serve as a dowry for me. Tsk tsk... you're so impatient, don't you see how many people are watching in this darkness? Ever since they returned that year, everyone has been keeping an eye on them. It's just that during these extraordinary times, no one has made a move yet. I'm only going in to probe the situation, but you think you can take it all for yourself at once. How foolish."

  To the south of Baling City, there was a group of demons watching. One of them said, "Why hasn't the River God come out yet? Is it true that he really wants to get the seal of Qin Guangwang?"

  "How could the River God be such a person."

  "Why not come out, you see the yin energy getting heavier and heavier, the yin energy has already penetrated so far that it can be smelled here, and there are ghostly creatures crawling in the yin energy. It's clear that the River God cannot dispel the yin evil in the city, otherwise he wouldn't have warned us not to approach this Baoling City."

  "The River God must be protecting the people in the city."

  "Protection? That also requires the ability to protect, isn't it? The River God is not a deity of the city of Ba Ling, and this demon from the underworld that is about to appear must be extremely powerful. How can the River God protect us? Is the River God willing to risk his own life for this?"

  The other demon stopped talking, in his view, it was impossible for someone to give up their life to protect others. There wouldn't be such a foolish person in the world.

  Outside the city of Baling, opinions were divided, while inside the city of Baling, a life-and-death decision was being made.

  "Kill!"

  "Kill!"

  Killing spree.

  Chen Jing was dispersed time and again in the midst of killing sounds, only to reappear time and again amidst the aura of slaughter.

  However, at some point in the darkness of the city, someone's voice that had been shouting suddenly stopped, their mouth still wide open, and they died without warning. Yet, his soul was burning in the flames of desire.

  These burning souls did not disperse, but instead rushed towards Qin Yang. When Qin Yang struck Chen Jing with his spear, the burning spirits would pounce on him and gnaw at his body. Faintly, it seemed that the burning spirits could still be heard shouting madly.

  As time ticked by, more and more souls suddenly died, all of which turned into flames that pounced on Qin's body and burned. Although those souls couldn't burn for long, they seemed to have an effect. Because Chen Jing saw a hint of surprise in Qin's icy eyes, but more importantly, after Chen Jing was scattered, many souls that pounced over were swept away by the black halberd in Qin's hand.

  From Qin Yang's actions, Chen Jing became more and more certain that the flame of soul burning could bring harm to Qin Yang.

  Taking advantage of a pause, Chen Jing appeared on the altar, gazing up at the dark clouds churning in the sky, and suddenly shouted out: "You were originally the guardian deity of Ba Ling City, and received the worship of Ba Ling. Why do you now want to destroy Ba Ling?"

  Qin looked at him coldly, not responding, his eyes devoid of any emotion. Chen Jing didn't know if he still had his own consciousness, and continued to ask loudly: "If you still have your own consciousness, please leave this place, wherever you go, spare the lives of the 200,000 people in Balin."

  The aura on Qin's body grew stronger and stronger, as if someone in the city of Ba Ling would feel that the entire city of Ba Ling was slowly turning over.

  "If you don't want to leave here, you can continue to be the tyrannical god of this place. Wherever you are, I will definitely retreat three houses." Chen Jing said loudly.

  At this time, Qin Yang finally spoke up, and all he heard was his cold voice saying: "This city is mine, only the dead spirits live in my city."

  As they spoke, the dark horse under him seemed to understand his intention, and with a sudden burst of speed, it charged downwards, carrying the weight of heaven's wrath. Qin Zhong's massive black halberd stabbed down, and in an instant, it was as if countless vengeful spirits were surging down with the halberd. The sky above was filled with rolling dark clouds, and it seemed as though countless fierce ghosts were raging downwards within the clouds.

  Out of thin air, a strong gust of wind suddenly came down.

  The flame of willpower on the altar swayed with the wind, suddenly shrinking in an instant, like a candle in the wind.

  Chen Jing dispersed in an instant, turning into a blue butterfly amidst the flames, slender and weak. However, this time the butterfly did not disappear, nor did it retreat, but instead flapped its delicate wings against the overwhelming pressure, defying the fierce wind to fly towards Qin Yang's dark and heavy halberd. As the small butterfly's wings fluttered with all their might, the flames on the altar suddenly surged up, following the blue butterfly as it charged into the darkness, like a mayfly shaking a tree, or a torch thrown into the vast ocean.

  "If the sky falls, I will use my body to fill the gap."

  At the moment when that small pale blue butterfly fluttered towards the dark clouds with a fierce flame, Chen Jing's voice rang out. The voice didn't have any grandeur, it was as if stating a fact, yet it made people feel a sense of complete abandon, throwing oneself into the sea, and being willing to die nine times without regret. Yet there was also a hint of unwillingness and unresigned struggle.

  "I dedicate my heart to this sword, and with this sword I shall shatter the heavens."

  A butterfly in the flames was shrouded in a layer of white light, which at this moment had a feeling that made people dare not look directly, as if the light of the flame was all on the butterfly's body, and it was particularly dazzling in the surging darkness.

  Butterfly flapping its wings, dancing in the midst of fierce flames, fighting under the overwhelming power of heaven.

  The sword sang shrilly, the momentum was fierce and unyielding, carrying with it the grievances of 200,000 lives that refused to yield, using the force of an egg striking a rock to charge into Qin's capital.

  The conversation between Chen Jing and Qin Yang was heard by everyone in the entire city of Ba Ling, and the questions Chen Jing asked were also what they had been wanting to ask in their hearts. By asking those questions, it was as if they had asked them themselves, and everything that happened afterwards was a testament to Chen Jing's promise. However, when Chen Jing transformed into a butterfly and shouted out those few words, the entire city of Ba Ling immediately erupted, like a fire had been lit in a field of dry hay, igniting everything in an instant.

  In the dark city, someone immediately followed and shouted: "If the sky collapses, I will use my body to fill the gap."

  "I offer my heart as a sacrifice to this sword, and use this sword to pierce the sky... I offer my heart as a sacrifice to this sword, and use this sword to pierce the sky..."

  The sound wave rose to the sky, and in the midst of the sound wave, the flame of willpower on the altar suddenly surged up. The entire altar was like the hilt of a sword, with the flame as the blade, and the tongue of fire as the tip of the sword, piercing straight into the sky. At this moment, the butterfly in the flames was no longer dodging or struggling, but instead presented a crazy state of mutual destruction.

  The soaring flame and the black halberd in Qin Yang's hand touched, making a golden iron clashing sound. The flames retreated as soon as they touched the halberd, but it wasn't shrinking back; instead, they were scattered by the halberd. However, just as the tip of the flame was dispersed, more flames surged up from behind.

  In the city of Baling, at this moment, looking up at the sky, one would feel that the dark and heavy black clouds in the sky are like a huge seal of heaven and earth pressing down, as if to crush the entire city into powder. The black cloud has not yet pressed down, but its momentum is already apparent.

  In the midst of the soaring flames on the altar, the sword hummed incessantly, as if it were the mournful cry of a dying cuckoo. In contrast to the seemingly boundless darkness in the sky, the sacrificial fire that had been lit in the city was like a small spark, which could be extinguished at any moment when the fuel was exhausted.

  In the flames, the blue butterfly flapped its wings with great force. With each flap, the tongues of fire danced in response. Yet to the people in the city, it seemed as though the blue butterfly was bearing a weight of ten thousand kilograms on its body, and every time it flapped its wings, it was as if it were dancing across the heavens.

  The butterfly suddenly let out a high-pitched scream, as if the sound came from within its soul. At that instant, Qin's black halberd, which was about to strike down with thunderous force, hesitated for a moment. In that split second, flames burst forth and tongues of fire swept up, the blue butterfly flashed in mid-air and appeared right before Qin's eyes, while the flames followed closely behind, enveloping Qin.

  That was not a flame, but a sword that merged with the will of the people, revealing the unyielding and desperate intent of Chen Jing's sacrifice.

  "Kill!"

  "Kill!"

  "Kill!"

  ……

  Everyone in Balin City was shouting with all their might, as if only this could help Chen Jingyu exert his strength.

  Just as the crowd's murderous cries reached a fever pitch, the sky suddenly darkened and the flames and butterflies were swallowed up by darkness. The crowd's shouts came to an abrupt halt, Chen Jing's butterfly disappeared, Qin Yang disappeared, leaving only endless black clouds pressing down lower and lower, the altar crashing down with a loud noise, shattered into powder.

  Outside the city of Ba Ling, Na Lan's heart couldn't help but ripple with thoughts. She muttered to herself: "Although we are gods, we protect those who believe in us, but the first ones we should protect are ourselves. As a god, if I can't even keep myself safe, how can I protect others?"

  Outside the city of Baling, in another location, a dozen or so Taoist disciples were watching. Among them was someone who knew a technique called "Guantian Mirror", which could transform an empty space into a circular mirror. The circle wasn't actually forming a mirror surface, but rather seemed to be excavating the void, allowing people on the other side of the mirror to see scenes thousands of miles away. At this time, they only saw a dark scene in the city, and the only fire altar had already been swallowed up by darkness.

  "Is he dead?"

  "Is he dead?"

  "He's probably dead!"

  Dozens of Taoist disciples looked at the dark mirror, they could only see but couldn't hear any sound from the city.

  Above the nine heavens, the starlight is sparse, without a moon, the heaven and earth are quiet, as if mourning the passing of 200,000 lives.

  "Alive, still alive! Look, isn't that the very butterfly?" someone exclaimed loudly, pointing at the telescope. In the telescope's view, amidst the endless darkness, a blue butterfly shrouded in white light struggled desperately.

  "Still alive."

  Just then, red lights appeared in the telescope.

  "What is that?"

  "Flame of Will."

  Among their conversations, those tiny red lights, like fireflies, plunged into the darkness, and the darkness was like water. The fireflies that plunged in only floated for a moment before extinguishing.

  "That's not a flame of willpower, it's a flame of soul burning."