Suddenly, he felt that everything in front of him was like a phenomenon, the entire city of Ba Ling was like a stove, and the living beings in the city were like firewood. At this time, the firewood was already on the verge of being ignited.

  This darkness was like a void world, she walked step by step, and suddenly she was already beside Chen Jing. Her appearance did not cause any reaction from the people in Balin City, because they could not see her.

  "How did you come." Chen Jing had not opened his eyes, but everything in the city of Ba Ling was reacting clearly in his mind. He was like a spider sitting steadily in its web, with faith and willpower intertwined through divine thoughts, forming the web.

  Yu Ling was silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond. In that year, before following Qin Cheng into the underworld, her only thought was to absorb some true yang from the thunderbolt and eventually become a ghost fairy. But after entering the underworld, not only did Chen Jing feel different about her, but she herself also began to think that she must not have been an ordinary living spirit in the past. Suddenly, she knew many things, but the key memories had not recovered at all.

  "Let me take a look," said Yu Ling. To others, she was an enigmatic and elusive figure, like a wisp of fog that could not be grasped. But in Chen Jing's eyes, this feeling was much weaker. Most people thought that Yu Ling was Chen Jing's spiritual servant, but Chen Jing himself had never thought so. He treated her as a friend, and as for what Yu Ling thought in her heart, Chen Jing had never considered it.

  "What did you see?"

  "I see heaven and earth as a furnace, all living things as copper, yin and yang as carbon, creation and transformation as work."

  Chen Jing opened his eyes and looked at the virtual spirit with some surprise, unable to help but ponder in his heart, sighing: "What can we change?"

  "We can't change anything," said the spirit.

  Chen Jing fell silent for a moment, as long as all living things are still in this world, whether they are gods or immortals, or have become ghosts or vengeful spirits, none can escape the fact that all living things are made of copper.

  Everyone in the city looked up at him, doing things while watching him, and he could see a gaze called hope in their eyes.

  "Although nothing can be changed, I still have to do it, because I am their only hope. These past few days, I remembered a phrase that the old swordsman who raised me said: Sometimes, we don't live for ourselves, but for the eyes that are watching us and striving. I don't know if you've ever felt this way, but before this, whether it was when I first obtained the River God position and fought against the evil dragon, or in all the battles after that, they were all because my life was threatened, so I fought with all my might. This time is different, because I could have left like Nalan Wang and Zhong Licheng, and I wanted to do that too, but in the end, I stayed. If I had left, it would have been me who personally strangled the lives of 100,000 people, it would have been me who extinguished their only flame of hope."

  She quietly listened and looked at Chen Jing, finally knowing what the unique scent on Chen Jing's body was. This feeling had always been vague and unclear, but today she finally distinctly felt the difference from other cultivators on Chen Jing.

  "Whether it's an immortal or a god, or just an ordinary living being, one should have a reverent heart, revering the heaven and earth that nurture us. Whether it's an immortal or a god, or just an ordinary living being, one should have a compassionate heart, pitying those weak and small who need our help."

  Xu Ling was silent, and no one knew what she was thinking. At this time, the altar had been set up below, and people were densely packed around it, quietly lifting their heads to look at Chen Jing.

  Chen Jing stood alone in the void, gazing at the people filling the city. The divine light emanating from his body became the only source of illumination in this dark world.

  In front of the incense table in Nanjing, Zhang Gongyuan bowed deeply and said: "The vast heaven and earth, the gods abandoned Ba Ling, 200,000 lives lost their chance to live, 200,000 lonely souls had no place to return. Now there is the god of Chen Jing who protects Ba Ling, the 200,000 lives in Ba Ling wish to be reborn forever, generation after generation, and eternally believe in him. If this wish is violated, they will fall into hell forever and suffer endless punishment."

  Yan Zhong's voice echoed through every corner of the city, and as soon as his words fell, all the people in the city shouted loudly: "The vast heaven and earth, the gods abandoned Ba Ling, 200,000 lives lost their vitality, 200,000 lonely souls had no place to return. Now, there is the god of Chen Jing who protects Ba Ling, and the 200,000 lives of Ba Ling wish to be reborn forever and ever, generation after generation, and worship him eternally. If this wish is violated, they will fall into hell forever and suffer endless punishment."

  His spiritual soul was greatly shocked, and he felt a strange sense of danger. Just as the sound was about to come out, it disappeared beside Chen Jing. The voices of 200,000 ordinary living beings suddenly rose from their hearts, gathered together like an invisible stormy wave, and the center of the gathering stormy wave was Chen Jing.

  When the sound rose, that ordinary wooden sacrificial platform, which couldn't be any more ordinary, suddenly seemed to have ignited a flame. This flame was intangible and formless, yet it clung to the platform, burning fiercely. Ordinary people, of course, couldn't see it, nor could even the four city guardians, but the distant, departed vengeful spirit hovering above the city center could see it clearly. She had no doubt that if she hadn't left quickly enough earlier, she would have been engulfed by those flames, and although it wouldn't have scattered her soul, it was still not something she wanted to endure.

  "This is the flame of willpower, it can burn all evil spirits." Suddenly, a clear understanding emerged in the heart of the void spirit, this was her first time seeing the flame of willpower, before she had only heard of it but never seen it.

  "In the silence that followed, Xi Cheng made a deep bow and said loudly: 'The sun and moon shine brightly, evil spirits appear in the world, the Ba Ling have no support, the living souls have nowhere to return. Now, there is the god of Jinghe River, Chen Jingyuan, who protects the Ba Ling. The 200,000 living beings of Ba Ling wish to forever believe in him from generation to generation. If this wish is violated, they will fall into hell and suffer endless punishment.'"

  As soon as he finished speaking, the people of the city once again chanted in unison, and the flames on the wooden altar grew even more vigorous in the eyes of the void spirit. The darkness in the space centered on the altar had been dispelled.

  The whole city knelt down, and after chanting the incantation three times, the Northern City Guardian bowed deeply again and said: "Heavenly Star Lords, Celestial Immortals, for three years, the 200,000 people of Baoling have prayed every night, but all they got was the evil spirit destroying the city. What sin has Baoling committed? Now that the God of Jinghe River, Chen Jing, is willing to protect Baoling, the 200,000 people of Baoling are willing to believe in him for generations to come, and if this wish is violated, they will fall into hell and suffer endless punishment."

  The whole city of one hundred thousand people shouted and sang in unison for the third time, the flames of will on the altar burned wildly, above the flames was Chen Jing, at this moment he closed his eyes, as if listening to a beautiful melody, and seemed to be savoring something.

  The Eastern City Guardian bowed deeply again, loudly chanting: "Vast heaven and earth, the gods have abandoned the Mausoleum of the Tyrant, twenty million living beings have lost their chance at life, twenty million dead souls have no place to return. Bright sun and moon, evil spirits appear in the world, the Mausoleum of the Tyrant has no support, the living souls have no place to return. All heavenly star lords, all celestial gods, the twenty million living beings of the Mausoleum of the Tyrant implore you, willing to believe in and worship Chen Jing, the god of the Jian River, as the eternal deity of the Mausoleum of the Tyrant."

  The people in the city of Ba Ling once again shouted in unison, reciting this sentence together. The flames on the altar suddenly surged up, engulfing Chen Jing within them. At the same time, the flames on the altar were spreading in all directions throughout the city of Ba Ling. The carrier of the flames was not the earth, nor was it spiritual energy, but rather the people kneeling on the ground, each one's body burning with invisible flames, yet seemingly none of them knew.

  Yu Ling retreated again and again, until she reached the edge of Ba Ling's head, where she finally stopped. She felt a deep sense of danger emanating from the flames of willpower. She believed that even if it were the City God within this city, they would be unable to withstand those flames of willpower, for they had been ignited by Chen Jing. After Chen Jing, any god entering the city would be in great peril.

  "Perhaps, I should be able to exorcise that vengeful spirit from the underworld." No one knew better than her how powerful the aura of the city's temple and underworld was. Before she even entered the city, she had already determined that no one in the city would survive, and in her eyes, everyone in the city had already been tainted by the evil energy of the underworld, and even if they left the city, they would all become malevolent spirits.

  Xu Ling thought of this and looked at Chen Jing, only to find that he was already standing on the altar, standing in the midst of the blazing Will Flames, as if merged with the flames.

  He looked at the people kneeling all over the city and said slowly after a long time: "I was originally an ordinary person, but I accidentally became a god. I secretly cultivated myself by the Jing River, not seeking to penetrate heaven and earth, only seeking to be clear and free. However, someone prayed for me in Xiuchun Bay, and sacrificed to me in Balin, asking me with their lives, and I couldn't refuse. In front of the River God Temple in Xiuchun Bay, Jing River, I once said that those who drink the water of Jing River should all be protected by me. Now I say another word: whoever sacrifices to me will also be protected by me."

  Chen Jing's voice reverberated through the void, although its pitch was not high, it seemed to be unrestricted by space, passing through the outer black fog of Balin City and transmitting extremely far.

  Nalan Wang did not go far, he stood outside the city of Ba Ling, on the cloud head, with white light flashing in his eyes. If you look closely, you will find that the white light is like two small wheels. Everything in the city of Ba Ling is under his gaze. At this time, he heard Chen Jing's words and coldly laughed, saying to Zhong Licheng Huan beside him: "A small river god, yet with an appetite for swallowing heaven, does he still want to become the king of all gods?"

  Zhong Li stood quietly there, silent and expressionless, lost in thought. Nalan Wang glanced at him sideways and smiled: "Do you think he's here to save you? Ha ha, that's just a favor for old times' sake. Even if he didn't make a move, I would have stepped in, not to mention you could have escaped on your own."

  "Whatever the case may be, he has made his move. No matter what kind of excuse it is, I have received his help. No words can deny this fact."

  Nalan Wang was slightly surprised, and he turned his head again to look at Zhong Licheng, smiling, but didn't say anything more about it. Instead, he asked: "You must have also seen what's inside the City of Ghosts' Netherworld?"