Chen Jing walked and walked, when suddenly a voice came into his ears: "River God, would you like to calculate a divination?"

  This sound is ethereal and has a hint of spirituality. It turns out that I had unknowingly walked to the front of a divination stall, where the sign above read: "Gaze up at the celestial immortals, look down at the earthly spirits, if you want to ask about human affairs, it only costs three or two silver coins."

  The Taoist on the other side saw Chen Jing stop and continued: "One divination asks ghosts and gods."

  Chen Jing carefully looked at the Taoist, and it turned out to be the same one who had returned Ye Qingxue's purple wooden hairpin when he had just become a deity. However, back then he was extremely disheveled, whereas now although his complexion wasn't particularly good, he could sit here stably, with no longer any look of panic on his face.

  Chen Jing looked at the words on the divination flag and smiled slightly: "One divination to ask ghosts and gods? Hehe, isn't this asking for trouble right above my own head?"

  "Heh heh, River God, you should look at it from a different perspective. In this city of Balin, no ordinary person asks for divination, all those who ask are cultivators." The Taoist said.

  "What is the Taoist's name?" Chen Jing asked as he sat down.

  "Good riddance!" The Taoist replied with a smile, and at this moment, he didn't have the slightest hint of his demeanor when he first entered the River God Temple, his air was vastly different.

  "Has Zang Kandan seen me?"

  "The River God's body was radiant with a precious light, and with each breath, the spiritual energy of the water naturally gathered. As he walked, his footsteps seemed to follow the rhythm of the hidden river waves, and within a radius of five hundred miles, only the River God of Jinghe had such a realm." The Taoist priest sat upright, unfolding a white paper fan on the table and gently waving it back and forth.

  Chen Jing smiled and said: "But I've seen Dao Zhang."

  "Oh, I don't know where I saw it?" Zhang Kang's face didn't show any unusual color, calm and composed.

  "It's a long story, but I owe you one, Master Dao. If it weren't for you returning the purple hairpin to me back then, I'm afraid I would have become a spirit in the underworld by now." Chen Jing said, looking at Cang Kan.

  "Heh heh, so that's how it is. Unfortunately, I've already forgotten the past, River God if you want to repay me, just calculate a divination and leave three or two divination fees." The Cang Kan Daoist said calmly without any expression, only serenity, his voice ethereal, completely different from before, as if he was a different person, everything in the past seemed to have nothing to do with him.

  Chen Jing looked at him very seriously, looking into his eyes, and he also stared back at Chen Jing. After a while, Chen Jing suddenly said: "I see that there is a faint black air rising in the sky above this city, and the faces of the people in the city have a faint cyan air. Daoist, why don't you calculate the fate of the 200,000 lives in this Ba Ling City?" This was something Chen Jing discovered after entering the city, as he had felt that the city seemed to be already decaying before he entered it. After entering the city, although everything seemed normal, he also discovered these two unusual things.

  The Taoist priest spread out the Eight Trigrams on the table and said, "If your heart is sincere, you will be enlightened. The more sincere your heart is, the farther you can see." After finishing speaking, he gestured for Chen Jing to put his hand on the Eight Trigrams.

  Chen Jing smiled slightly and put his hand on it. In his ear, he heard the Tibetan monk recite a strange incantation. Chen Jing's mind seemed to be shaken by this sound, and the scene in front of him changed. Everything that entered his eyes was dead and still, and the people on the street were all devoid of vitality. All of this suddenly reminded Chen Jing of the underworld city of Qin Guang, and he thought of a girl named Youyou who had been standing there for a while, seeing everything just like in the mortal world, but lacking only one thing - vitality.

  "Hum..."

  Chen Jing's heart was like a sword, warning him to immediately withdraw from that unreal feeling. The scene in front of him changed again, and everything returned to normal. The Taoist priest remained seated quietly, only hearing him say: "I wonder what the unknown god saw?"

  However, Chen Jing did not immediately respond to him, but instead carefully sensed everything around him. The sword hum just now made the Heavenly Sword sense danger and sound an alarm, but a moment later, he didn't feel anything.

  The Taoist priest still sat quietly there, his expression as calm as an ancient well. Chen Jing looked at him and said slowly: "I saw a piece of desolation, completely devoid of vitality."

  "What else did you see?"

  "I didn't see anything else, but I thought of a place!"

  "Where?"

  "The Underworld, Wangcheng!"

  Zang Kandao's face suddenly turned pale, this was the first time Chen Jing saw emotion on his face. Chen Jing immediately asked: "What?"

  "Did you see me?" Zang Kang asked seriously.

  Chen Jing shook his head and said: "No."

  "It will be gone when there is a change." Zang Kan said as he stood up and walked towards the city, taking nothing with him.

  Chen Jing remained seated, gazing at the spot where Cang Kan had vanished around the corner. He was unaware that Ye Qingxue had also sat here to calculate her fate years ago, and naturally didn't know that the purple wooden hairpin had been used as a divination tool by Cang Kan back then. He continued sitting there, looking at the willow tree beside him, and the artificial river next to the willow tree, suddenly feeling that this river also seemed to lack a touch of vitality.

  He got up and walked towards the Chenghuang Temple in the city center.

  In his heart, the city had already been tainted by evil energy, and it could be said that the whole city was filled with a dead atmosphere. Although this dead energy was extremely faint, if one didn't enter the city, they would only think it was just a city without gods or faith.

  When you have a strong desire to do something, even the longest distance can be shortened to just a foot.

  When Chen Jing arrived in front of the City God Temple, he was suddenly shocked, because this temple did not seem to be a godless temple at all. However, under the gaze of the divine eye, there was no layer of divine light either. Chen Jing didn't know if it was because the faith in the city god was too deep back then, even if the river god temple disappeared, it didn't show any signs of decline. Or maybe the city god hadn't disappeared, but was just hiding and not coming out.

  Chen Jing was taken aback and stood in front of the City God Temple, watching for a moment, unable to decide whether to enter or not.

  "Hey kid, you're going in, right?"

  An old lady saw Chen Jing standing in front of Chenghuang Temple and wandering around without leaving, so she came over to ask.

  Chen Jing turned around and smiled: "Yes, old lady, I am an outsider, passing by this Ba Ling City, wanting to enter the temple to pray for peace, but I don't know if this city god temple is efficacious?"

  That forty-year-old aunt shook her head repeatedly, glanced at the Chenghuang Temple, and quickly said in a low voice: "Evil spirit! Don't go in!" After finishing speaking, she looked at the Chenghuang Temple again and quickly walked forward.

  Chen Jing couldn't help but hesitate in his heart, and after looking for a while longer, the sky darkened, and under the gloomy atmosphere of dusk, the city wall temple became even more quiet.

  "When my senior sister dared to enter the city of Ba Ling alone and fight for a night, how can I not even dare to enter this temple today?" Chen Jing asked himself in his heart. He stepped into the City God Temple, where there was a huge statue inside, wearing a robe that looked extremely luxurious, like an emperor's attire. Last time Chen Jing entered the City God Temple and went straight to the City God Mansion, but today he still walked into the temple in the same way. He narrowed his eyes and looked at everything in the temple, the incense had long been extinguished, and there was only cold ash in the incense burner on the table, but there was not a speck of dust on the pedestal of the statue or the table, which did not seem like an abandoned temple.

  Chen Jing looked at the statue, suddenly raised his hand and pointed, a sword hum spread out, the sword light pierced through the void and entered the statue. However, just as the sword light pierced the statue for an instant, the scene in front of him changed, turning into a tall and majestic mansion, with the words "Cheng Huang Fu" written on the gate in bold black characters.

  The mansion was still the same, only with eight fewer dark guards at the gate. Everything seemed eerily quiet and dead, unlike the heavy, gloomy atmosphere of years past, but with an eerie aura that lingered in the air.

  The Land God and the City Guardian both belong to the same lineage of gods as the Underworld, and only those in this lineage have such a Yin realm. The deeper the faith in these gods, the more solid their Yin realm becomes. Moreover, this Yin realm is also their battle treasure. It is said that at high levels, it can create its own space, and anyone who enters will be sealed inside. During his time in the underworld, Chen Jing had seen the temple they manifested during battles, which was vastly different from the gods of mountains and rivers. What left a deep impression on Chen Jing was when he came out of Qin Guang City, that black-armored general entered the City Guardian's mansion but didn't come out. Although there were still rivers and clouds there, thinking about it today, the aura of that black-armored general still feels heavy and sinking.

  Step by step, they entered the City God Temple, only to see that the temple was in shambles. Except for the main walls which were still intact and hadn't collapsed, everything else was damaged, as if a delicate flower had been ravaged by a fierce storm, or as if a great battle had taken place here. Chen Jing couldn't help but think of the black-armored cavalry general who had entered the City God Temple in the underworld city of Qin Guangcheng.

  Further inside is the inner court, where Chen Jing had once been. At that time, when he came to offer birthday congratulations, he was extremely cautious, yet still almost forced to kneel and present his sword. Today, however, the City God's life or death is unknown, while Chen Jing has made rapid progress; even if the City God were still around back then, it's unlikely he would be afraid of him now. Chen Jing thought that if only the City God had not allowed Jiang Liuyu to bring that black-armored cavalryman into the City God Temple back then, things might still be all right today.

  One step further in, looking at the charred marks on the wall, Chen Jing immediately guessed that this was a mark left by lightning, and he thought of Ye Qingxue.

  "It turns out that Shijie really came here." Chen Jing thought to herself.

  Further in is the main hall of the City God Temple. In those days, it was a majestic sight to behold, but now although the layout remains, the grandeur has completely disappeared, leaving only desolation. Sometimes, seeing a noble figure fallen into decline can evoke even more emotions.

  The door was closed, Chen Jing came closer, concentrated his senses and felt the aura inside the door. Except for the feeling of decay on the door, he didn't feel anything else. This door wasn't a wooden door, but Chen Jing somehow got the feeling of wood rot from it.

  With a push of his hand, the door didn't budge. He used his inner energy to push again, and the tall and heavy door slowly opened. A chill wind hit him in the face, just like on a cold winter's day when he was sitting by the fire inside the house, and when he opened the door, the cold air rushed in. Although there was no wind now, there was still a chill, and it seemed to be able to penetrate his heart.

  In the hall, there was a person sitting still, it was Cheng Huang, just like a sculpture. What made Chen Jing feel unexpected was that Cheng Huang's hand was holding a black seal, on which were carved five ferocious evil spirits. Vivid and lifelike, each ghost head had different emotions in their eyes: resentment, jealousy, cruelty, viciousness, and madness. Chen Jing stared at the ghost seal, his mind shaken, as if the five evil spirits were staring at him.