Chen Jing did not feel the slightest bit of reverence or pride, only a heavy burden on his shoulders. It was as if he had difficulty breathing, with the weight of 200,000 lives pressing down on him. This feeling was different from when he had faced death alone. He had never experienced such heaviness before. At this moment, it seemed that even darkness had taken physical form, squeezing his mouth, nose, and eyes, and pounding against his chest. Above his head, a white aura suddenly appeared, frantically swirling around him with himself as the center. It was the faith of the 200,000 people of Ba Ling, which had somehow become visible to the naked eye.
Yan Zhong suddenly stood up and almost shouted with all his might: "Build an altar, proclaim to heaven and earth, offer sacrifices! Offer sacrifices to the gods of my Baoling!"
His roar was like the heavens and earth roaring together, the heavy silence of the iceberg rumbling and collapsing, the dark stillness of the ice boiling up, and the entire sky above the Baoling Mountains appeared to have a resentful aura, the aura was still faint, but it had a turbulent and surging attitude.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Zhong gave a string of orders, and the other three city guards did the same. In just a moment, the previously lifeless Baoling City was boiling over. From high above, the people in the city looked like ants in an anthill, and after discussing for a while, the four city guards decided to build the altar next to the Chenghuang Temple in the center of the city, and tear down the houses next to the temple.
Chen Jing did not return to the statue, but stood quietly there, his light though not dazzling, yet making everyone who raised their head see him.
In the night wind, his robes seemed to be hunting and responding, and his soul was also like his clothes, surging with a sharp pain, which was the seal of the forbidden touch. The sharp pain returned to the sharp pain, but he carefully experienced the effect of faith and will on himself. In the past, faith and will were like a gentle breeze, intangible, only perceptible, but now 200,000 faiths gathered, and in his perception, they suddenly became clear. He carefully savored and felt the power of faith merging into his soul, just like spring water seeping into the earth, slowly condensing into a white symbol within his soul.
The city of Balin has been submerged in the black fog that rose from the ground, and the eerie atmosphere can be felt even a few miles away. People in nearby towns dare not approach, only watching from afar.
Xu Ling stood on a hillside several miles outside the city, frowning slightly as she gazed at Ba Ling City. Beside her stood Da Yao and Xiao Yao.
The ugly faces of the big and small monsters seemed to have become more pleasing to the eye after following the Void Spirit for a while. The big monster looked at the city of Ba Ling for a moment, then looked at the Void Spirit again. Its body sometimes stood up like a human, and sometimes crouched down like a beast. It didn't look like something that could be left alone, but now it was staying close to the Void Spirit without leaving its side.
"Your Majesty, the River God is still in that city, will something happen? Just now it seemed like someone rushed out from there, but the River God didn't come out." The big demon looked up at Xū Líng, who as usual did not respond to him. He was already used to this feeling, and in his opinion, being able to follow Xū Líng all the time was a very wonderful thing, even more wonderful than his dream of becoming a big demon. Suddenly, several weak spirit lights rushed out from the dark fog, turned around in mid-air, and transformed into several people. They looked back at Bà Líng City, their faces somewhat pale.
At this moment, someone saw the void spirit and immediately flew over to her. The big demon's eyes were blurry for a moment, and a cluster of green light with black air dissipated in front of the void spirit, and those people who appeared from Baoling City had already shown up.
As soon as these people appeared, they immediately bowed and saluted: "Greetings, Old Ancestor."
After the battle at Jinghe Embroidered Spring Bay, Chen Jing's reputation in Jiuhua State was quite great. Naturally, those people who appeared in the temple during that battle were also known to many people. Except for the Big Red Shrimp being the most familiar, the others were not even as well-known as Longqing Tiao's shell, let alone Yan Luonang, who held the lamp in front of the god statue, and the small white dragon that only appeared once. As for the Void Spirit standing behind the god statue, even fewer people understood her. Many people knew she existed, and not a few had seen her; she looked weak and gentle, but precisely because of this, it made people feel she was more mysterious. Those demons who often listened to the Tao in front of the temple called her "Old Ancestor".
Because they only knew that Xul Ling was the old ancestor of He Qian Ci's temple, in the world of demons and spirits, this title was nothing out of the ordinary, especially for a Xul Ling.
The demon nodded and didn't ask what had happened in the city, but one of the demons immediately said: "The River God wants to protect this entire Baoling City."
The demon nodded again. The demon said, "Except for the River God, two of the other three City Gods have fallen, one of whom is Nalan Wang and the other is Zhongli City God."
"Alright, I understand." The spirit's expression didn't change much, she just said it lightly, looking especially gentle, like a lily on a quiet night.
Those few people slightly bowed and didn't say anything else, turning to disappear into the wind. As soon as they left, the big demon immediately excitedly said: "Nalan Wang has already left, but the River God still hasn't come out, what's to be done now, how can this be handled?"
Although the Great Demon said so with his mouth, he was delighted in his heart. In his opinion, it was too humiliating for Yu Ling to become Chen Jing's servant. He even thought that Chen Jing must have used some kind of forbidden spell to control Yu Ling. Now seeing that Chen Jing had not come out, he thought that if Chen Jing died inside, it would be even better. This way, Yu Ling could regain his freedom.
Xu Ling looked at Ba Ling City, which was shrouded in dark energy, and said: "Nalan Wang has left, why does the River God have to come out?"
"Nalan Wang has left, what's the use of the River God staying there? Of course, he must come out. Is it... is it because he can't come out?" The big demon's mouth was tense, but his heart was quite excited, and he secretly added another sentence: "He must not be able to come out."
When I first met Chen Jing, he was flipping through that book of spells. His responses to my greetings were casual and didn't seem out of place. He just seemed a bit cold, like a mountain rock in the distant fog. However, when I thought about how Yu Ling was his spirit servant, I felt especially uncomfortable. The longer I stayed by Yu Ling's side, the more uncomfortable I felt around Chen Jing.
Although he had never asked whether the virtual spirit was Chen Jing's spiritual servant, watching the virtual spirit do things for Chen Jing gave him an inexplicable sense of jealousy. This feeling was even beyond his own comprehension, let alone control.
"Heishen had been to the tenth palace of the underworld, Qin Guang Palace, and was still able to come out, let alone this Baoling City." Xul Ling said slowly, wearing a black long dress like a stroke of night color, long and slender, fitting her body perfectly, like a nocturnal spirit peeking at the daytime scenery.
"Is that true? It's said that the River God has been to the underworld, and it's actually true?" The Great Demon said in disbelief. The underworld was the most mysterious place for people in the mortal world, even more so than the Heavenly Court. Even for a cultivator of the demonic path like himself.
Xu Ling didn't respond and after a while said: "I'll enter the city to take a look, you all return to the ancestral hall by yourselves."
The great demon immediately said he wanted to follow along, and the void spirit finally looked at him with a sideways glance, saying: "You will die if you go."
The great demon hesitated for a moment, his mouth opened slightly, wanting to say something, but didn't say it out loud. In the time he was hesitant, the spirit had already transformed into a cloud of black smoke and dispersed into thin air.
The great demon looked at the virtual spirit from afar, appearing in front of Balin City, and stepped into Balin City one step at a time, looking like it was returning home, calm and peaceful.
He rushed to the front of Ba Ling City, looking at the black fog that came out from under the ground, and finally did not dare to step in. But he didn't leave either, just lingering there. The little demon beside him just looked at him, without saying a word.
The great demon suddenly said: "Do you think something will happen to the queen?"
"It shouldn't be a problem, otherwise they wouldn't have gone in. Just like you, although you really want to go in, but knowing that going in might mean death, so you don't dare," said the little demon.
The great demon glared at him with anger, but the little demon didn't look at him. The great demon looked for a while and still didn't take action, and in the end, he wandered around again.
They lingered here, not daring to enter. However, Yan Luoniang also arrived at the place where Chen Jing had been before under her master's leadership - the underworld. In front of them was a city with a heavy yin atmosphere, but this city was not Qin Guang City. The words "Zhuan Lun" were written on the city gate, and the one standing in front was naturally the master of Guang Han Palace. The Guang Han sword in his hand did not suffer from repression due to entering the underworld, but instead became more and more murderous, with a hint of sword light flashing out of its scabbard, as if it were about to break through the air at any moment.
"Master, what city is this?" Xia Mo Lian asked, she was now the oldest disciple in the Guang Han Palace.
The master of Guang Han Palace just stared at the front, this gloomy city, without answering. Anyone could see that her mood was extremely bad. The disciples behind her were three less than when they were in Xiu Chun Wan. These three people were trapped among the tens of thousands of dark cavalry, although she killed all the dark cavalry in the end, it did not improve her mood at all, but instead became worse and worse.
The lantern in Yan Luo's hand had a flame that was red at its core, but green on the outside. From the inside out, it gradually faded into blackness, as if the fire was being suppressed by the dark underworld, and the light couldn't spread out at all.
The Lord of the Cold Palace stood in front of the Wheel City for a long time, as if thinking about whether to enter or not. After a long while, he finally spoke up and said: "This is the Wheel King's Hall, it is the last of the Ten Halls of the Underworld. Located outside the Youming Stone, directly east facing the Five Impurities of Heaven and Earth."
The words of Guan Han Palace's master were somewhat low and melancholic, with a hint of murderous intent.
"Could it be that the evil spirit came from this Turning Wheel City? If so, wouldn't that mean..." Xia Mo's words trailed off as he thought of the legendary Turning Wheel King.
Guang Han Palace Master obviously heard what Xia Mo Lian was worried about, and only heard her coldly laugh and say: "Do you know the origin of these ten halls in the underworld?"
"The disciples don't know." The crowd of disciples replied.
"Heh heh, of course you wouldn't know. Besides the sects that were left behind after the Tianhe catastrophe, who else would know their origins?" The master of Guanghan Palace was usually very stern, and his disciples didn't even dare to ask about the Tianhe catastrophe, let alone this matter.