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  The Jinhe River's current becomes increasingly rapid as it flows upstream, and although there are no famous mountains or large lakes along its course, there are many small inlets and tributaries. Chen Jing flew swiftly across the river's surface, his speed extremely fast. To onlookers, he was a fleeting glimpse, and before they could blink, he had vanished from sight.

  Kunlun is to Chen Jing a massive entity, like the relationship between an elephant and an ant. Known as the ancestor of all Taoist sects, its reputation is almost unmatched by Heaven and Hell. Now that Heaven has disappeared and Hell is mundane and invisible, Kunlun remains there, unmoving, quietly observing the world with a fierce gaze.

  There was once a saying circulating in the world: "Celestial immortals emerge from Kunlun, and even the mountain gatekeepers are true people who have attained the Tao." This means that as long as one is a celestial immortal, they must have originated from Kunlun, and even those guarding the mountain gates are true people who have attained the Tao. The tone of this saying is extremely grand, yet no one refutes it, which shows that even if Kunlun is not actually like this, it is not far off.

  Going upstream, the waves in the river are surging, and it turns out that there are constantly living beings swimming against the current, stirring up wave after wave of shocking tides.

  "The Dragon King has decreed, behead the last River God to arrive." A voice echoed across the Qujiang River.

  Chen Jing suddenly realized that the ripples rising against the current in the water were all the river gods of the entire river domain. The sound was not a real voice, but a kind of fluctuation, which only the river god could hear.

  Chen Jing rode his sword and moved forward, using the Sword Evacuation Technique. The river gods in the water each used their Water Evacuation Techniques. As for the subtleties of the Water Evacuation Technique, if Chen Jing didn't use his Instant Sword Technique, he would only be riding his sword and moving forward, which was about the same as theirs.

  Against the current, a majestic mountain suddenly appeared in front of me, towering into the clouds, with its lower end stretching for thousands of miles, and I couldn't see the edge even when looking sideways.

  That is Mount Kunlun.

  As Chen Jingfei drew closer, he truly felt the momentum of Kunlun Mountain, and the name "Kunlun" was well-deserved.

  He wanted to enter Kunlun Mountain alone, to see if Ye Qingxue was really taken into Kunlun. To him, his own master sister did not seem as amazing in magic as outsiders thought, undefeated. In his heart, she was still the Ye Qingxue who taught him the basics of magic on Mount Qianluo, still the Ye Qingxue who sat in the thatched hut in the back mountain medicine garden to cultivate. Tranquil, peaceful.

  When he was flying upwards and about to cross over the peak of Kunlun Mountain, a boundless pressure suddenly appeared on his head. He turned around and left, shocked in his heart, thinking: "I still can't fly to the top of the nine heavens."

  He thought he was no longer restricted by the imperial edict, but this time he wanted to fly over Kunlun Mountain, and it turned out that he had committed another taboo of the gods, which is not allowed in the nine heavens.

  "How could this be?" Chen Jing's heart was shocked.

  He had a taste of the heavenly calamity, and if possible, he hoped that in this life, he would never again confront the heavenly power. Suddenly, the sound of the Dragon King's voice came into his ears, and the names of several river gods were being recited, and it turned out that there were dozens of river gods in the entire river domain.

  In the not-so-large grand hall of the Dragon King, one by one, the river gods emerged from the waves, and the Dragon King transformed into a middle-aged man wearing a dark golden robe, with an air of profundity that was unfathomable.

  While the river gods that emerged from the waves were mostly water creatures in the river, they didn't have a human body at all. This is in stark contrast to the various Xian sects, where the vast majority are humans, and only a few sects will accept individual demons. When Chen Jing's name was mentioned, everyone looked away, but no one responded. The Dragon King's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes turned cold. Another mention of Chen Jing's name still yielded no response, and his face sank even further. He hadn't expected that someone would dare not to come, which scared the people who did show up so much that they didn't dare breathe.

  For them, the Dragon King was heaven, and it was absolutely impossible to disobey. Disobedience was equivalent to death. The fear that came from deep within their minds grew heavier as the cold and icy killing aura on the Dragon King's body intensified, causing their heads to bow even lower.

  When the third voice calling out Chen Jing's name sounded, Chen Jing appeared.

  Light blue robe, with a majestic appearance, but the sword did not appear suspended at his waist.

  The Dragon King looked at Chen Jing, an invisible pressure spread throughout the grand hall, Chen Jing could naturally feel it, but walked in straight, paid his respects, and bowed, without a single misstep or any sign of fear.

  The Dragon King gazed at Chen Jing and said, "You have a big nerve." Those familiar with the Dragon King knew that this was his appearance when he was angry. His voice became even calmer and deeper when he was enraged. If it were them, they would naturally kneel down on the ground in fear, begging for mercy from the Dragon King. But when they heard Chen Jing's response, they felt as if they had been stunned, with a feeling of having misheard. They saw that Chen Jing merely slightly lowered his head and said, "Not yet, Your Majesty."

  Even the Dragon King of Jinghe was surprised, since he had become a deity and taken over as the Dragon King of Jinghe River, no one had ever spoken to him like that before.

  He had been angry in his heart all along, and suddenly he was so furious that he laughed and asked: "How big is my gall?"

  Chen Jing said: "I heard that the Dragon King had flooded Kunlun Mountain with water a hundred years ago. This boldness and grandeur, in this world, only the Dragon King has."

  The Dragon King was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing. For him, that time when the Kunlun Mountains were flooded, although it ended in failure, was still one of the most satisfying things in his life. The laughter had just started when it suddenly stopped, and he coldly looked at Chen Jing, saying: "I'll spare your life for now, let you see how I flood the Kunlun Mountains."

  Chen Jing lowered his head and did not respond, the others did not even dare to breathe. Chen Jing suddenly realized that the Dragon King was going to flood Mount Kunlun again. Moreover, he understood that his current desire to kill people was not firm, but if it was not good, he might be killed.

  The three drums sounded, and the divination was complete. He didn't say much more, facing the various River Gods of the Jinghe River, saying: "If I successfully transform into a dragon this time, I will definitely choose one of you to be the Dragon King of the Jinghe River; if I don't succeed, I will definitely kill one of you who is lagging behind."

  The gods looked at each other, not daring to answer, but only thinking about something in their hearts that others didn't know. For the river gods, exciting waves and submerging Kunlun was a matter of nine deaths and one life, with almost no hope of survival, yet no one dared to escape.

  Chen Jing stood at the edge with a calm and collected expression. When the Dragon King of Jiao said that he wanted to flood Kunlun, Chen Jing's heart was already beyond surprise. He didn't care about the position of the Dragon King of Jinghe, what he was thinking about was whether his senior sister Ye Qingxue had really been captured by Kunlun Mountain, and if so, he must take advantage of the situation to rescue her.

  To this day, Chen Jing still clearly remembers Ye Qingxue saying that from now on she would cultivate well and not ask about worldly affairs, but unexpectedly, she didn't return to Qianluo Mountain at all. Chen Jing had never doubted her words, and in his heart, he understood why she did so.

  Those who follow the trend, achieve twice the result with half the effort. Those who go against the trend, exhaust themselves with hard work and worry. In either case, no one dares to say that success or failure is guaranteed. The times can create heroes, and heroes can also create the times.

  The Dragon King wanted to borrow the momentum of the rivers and seas to transform into a dragon, but from the perspective of heaven and earth, water flows out of Mount Kunlun and rushes all the way to the ocean along the terrain, which is considered as following the trend. But he wants to reverse it, flooding Mount Kunlun would be going against the trend.

  "Those who defy the will of heaven, even if they have the power to reach the heavens, may still die under the great trend of heaven and earth." The Dragon King sat there, looking at the River God in front of him, saying this, but no one dared to respond. Chen Jing suddenly remembered that Xiao Yulou, he had also formed his own reverse trend, but now he was not seen among the river gods, nor had he heard the Dragon King mention his name. Perhaps he really died, if not dead, Chen Jing could be sure that he would definitely become a proud figure in the future. But for now, it seemed that he had been struck down by Ye Qingxue's thunderbolt.

  "Why does the Dragon King still want to do this?" Chen Jing asked, looking up.

  The Dragon King raised his eyes and looked at Chen Jing, coldly smiling: "Then do you think my transformation from an ordinary snake to a dragon is due to fate or circumstance."

  Chen Jing was somewhat surprised that Jiaolong Wang would say such a thing, and Jiaolong Wang continued: "In those years, I swallowed an internal elixir and narrowly escaped death. Every day, I carefully cultivated myself, finally transforming into a Jiao and seizing the position of Jinhe Dragon King. Can this be considered going against heaven?"

  "It's worth it," said Chen Jing.

  "Although it goes against the will of heaven, it is in line with my own heart. Following one's heart and doing what one wants, that's how I became the Dragon King of Jinghe today. Going to Kunlun is also following my heart." The Dragon King raised his head, looking towards Kunlun with a cold and determined gaze.

  Chen Jing suddenly thought of Licheng, her eyes were different from those of Jiaolong Wang, but they both had a resolute pursuit of the great way. Suddenly enlightened in his heart, he looked up at Jiaolong Wang, who was already meditating with his eyes closed.

  Chen Jing thought of the most terrible mental demon on the path of cultivation, which everyone would have and would never be eliminated. Now, Jiaolong Wang can be said to have encountered the biggest mental demon in his life, he is not going to flood Kunlun Mountain with water, but to break through his own mental demon on the path of cultivation, if he breaks through, he will naturally shed his skin and become a dragon, and obtain the position of Dragon King.

  He couldn't help but think of himself again, thinking of what Licheng had said to him. Then, he thought of his senior sister Ye Qingxue, did she also have a heart disease? If so, what would it be?

  The Dragon King wants to work hard to transform into a dragon, which is his own business, but countless cultivators appear to watch from afar, and this scene is not easy to see.

  In the summer, there are many wind and rain. Suddenly, a wisp of dark cloud appeared in the sky above Jinghe River at the foot of Kunlun Mountains. In just a moment, it grew into a large piece, covering the entire space, and instantly blocking out the sunlight.

  "Zi zi......" Electric flowers flashed out from the dark clouds.

  The Jiaolong King, sitting in the grand hall of the Dragon King's palace, opened his eyes and said with a cold glint in his eyes: "I once heard an old dragon king who was about to die say that the opportunity for enlightenment is everywhere, and as long as one can grasp it, it is a great blessing. The difficulty lies in waiting, but most people in the world are impatient and cannot wait for the opportunity to arise." As he finished speaking, he threw his head back and laughed loudly, with a hint of madness and comfort in his smile.

  Turned into a green dragon and rose into the air amidst the laughter.

  The dragon roars, and the heavens change color with the wind and clouds.