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  In the Heiyou State, in front of a temple, a young monk with a red glow on his head was staring intently at a light blue butterfly following behind a green snake. On his forehead was a vertical sword scar. He was Mu Zhen of Duochen Temple. Among the three little fairies of Heiyou, only he remained, the other two having died under Chen Jing's sword.

  In the Fangcun Mountain of Hezhou, a small Daoist boy and a similarly sized Daoist girl stood side by side. The Daoist boy looked enviously at the sky in the direction of Kunlun Mountain and said to the butterfly: "The butterfly I mentioned last time that wanted to steal our magic is that butterfly."

  The girl said: "That butterfly is so beautiful, it definitely won't be here to steal our magic. Next time if he comes again, we must ask him if he wants to steal our magic."

  "What if he says yes."

  "Then I'll tell him how to sneak out." The girl said with a sly smile.

  Dao Tong suddenly became angry and said: "Then I will definitely go tell Master."

  "Really?" The girl asked with a blink of her eyes, looking extremely innocent and frightened.

  The young Taoist puffed out his chest and raised his head, saying loudly: "Of course."

  Just as he said this, the female Taoist child suddenly shouted: "Master, Bodhi brother is lazy again."

  The Daoist youth beside her, who had been standing up straight with his head held high, suddenly became flustered and hastily said, "Junior sister, speak softly, don't say any more."

  "Master......" The female Taoist child continued to shout loudly, completely ignoring the panicked senior brother beside her.

  The boy couldn't care about the girl anymore, standing still, his hands pinched into a strange hand seal, and he muttered a string of strange incantations. The spiritual energy in space stirred, and his body slowly transformed into a small tree, with several green leaves quivering in the night wind.

  Among the gods of the world, Jiaolong Wang had only done one thing in his life, which was that a hundred years ago, he wanted to flood Mount Kunlun with a great wave. This one thing was enough to make him, an ordinary snake class who was previously unknown, suddenly become famous. When Jiaolong Wang did this, the calm world was shaken for a moment.

  Kunlun is a place that no one knows, even if you ask the Taoist masters you see in the mortal world, they will generally respond with "This humble monk's master is from Kunlun." With this sentence alone, it surpasses thousands of words. However, in the cultivation world, there are very few Kunlun disciples who venture out into the world, perhaps because when they travel through the heavens and earth, they don't leave a name or mark behind.

  Kunlun, the ancestor of all Taoist sects under heaven.

  Such a sentence has been circulating since when, even with the sharpness of Luo Fu Xian, there is no public denial. Only Ling Shan Zhangmen said that the world is not only Taoism, and Ling Shan bao contains all living beings in the world. There is a little spiritual light in the heart, and every place can be a spiritual mountain.

  Whether it's Lingshan or Kunlun, they are the Mount Tai and Big Dipper of the cultivation world, no one has ever dared to challenge their majesty. The Jiaolong King dares to, with just a move, he wants to flood Kunlun. One hundred years ago, he did it, letting the world know that there is a green dragon in the Jing River, and one hundred years later, he still wants to do it, letting all the gods know that the green dragon in the Jing River actually wants to break through the earth god and advance to the heavenly god.

  He has few legends in the world, except for hiding and cultivating in the river, he almost never participates in any urgent battles in the world, nor does he preach, teach art, or communicate with people. However, his quiet and hidden life in the deep water is not a timid escape, but a ambition to soar into the sky.

  Hidden, it is stored between the waves, revealed, it soars to the top of the ninth heaven, these two sentences are passed down among people describing the true dragon, and Jiaolong Wang has achieved it.

  A dragonfly leaps into the air and shoots straight up to the ninth heaven, with lightning flashing and thunder booming.

  There are many Taoist sects in the world, and among them, the disciples have a hard time understanding why Qinghui is doing this. They ask their masters, "Why does Qinghui want to do this? Can't he just live a good life? Cultivate his body and nature, appreciate the heavens and earth, and be carefree."

  Some will just say a sentence and you'll naturally know when the time comes, while others will explain it.

  Chen Jing didn't need anyone to explain, he felt it in the body of Qing Jiao. At this moment, he seemed to be connected with Qing Jiao's heart and mind. He felt a reluctance to forever lurk at the foot of the mountain, sucking up the spiritual energy that overflowed from Kunlun Mountain. He felt an urgent desire to soar into the nine heavens.

  He knew that at this moment, Jiaolong Wang was relaxed and excited.

  He seemed to see his own fate in the green python. He was the river god, now and perhaps forever. There was also a possibility that after the dragon king's death, he would seize the opportunity to become the dragon king himself. This idea was not unique to him; all the river gods had it. Before, he wanted to cultivate quietly, but the heavens were unpredictable, and from the moment he became a god, his body no longer completely belonged to him.

  The Kunlun Mountains are like the sea.

  Chen Jing finally saw it, this was Chen Jing's first feeling after following the Jiaolong Wang and flying up to the ninth heaven. With his divine sight, he looked down at the Kunlun Mountains, where the spiritual energy was dense like a sea, deep and immeasurable, and couldn't see any Taoist temples or buildings. Chen Jing didn't know if this was due to some kind of formation that made it invisible.

  As he lifted his head to look up, the green scales on the green python's body had already cracked open, with blood seeping out. However, its aura didn't weaken in the slightest, instead growing even stronger. A clear crack appeared on its forehead, gradually expanding. The green python flipped over, and the Jing River spiritual energy surged up wildly along with its movements. It wrapped around the green python's body, forming a cloud of mist that made it difficult to see the python's entire body clearly.

  Above the nine heavens, a dazzling bolt of lightning descended, and Qing Xian did not dodge or evade, but instead rose up along with the lightning.

  Chen Jing looked around and found that he was the only river god left. Dozens of river gods, in just a blink of an eye, had all turned to dust.

  The green dragon let out a deafening roar, as if it was in extreme agony, but its aura only grew stronger and more vigorous, without any sign of weakening. Chen Jing suddenly realized that the green dragon seemed to be shedding its skin, casting off its dragon body to reveal its true form inside. The scales on its head opened up a gap, and with each struggle, each lightning strike, the opening would grow larger by several degrees. Its eyes had already taken on a hint of gold, and from the cracks in the green scales, the scales underneath appeared to be a pale golden color as well.

  "Shedding the body of a dragon, bathing in the spiritual sea of Kunlun, soaring through the nine heavens."

  Chen Jing suddenly completely understood the idea of Jiaolong Wang and the process of transforming into a dragon, which was a process of refining one's heart and body. If successful, one would become a dragon; if failed, one would vanish into thin air.

  The sky was filled with crazy lightning, as if the green jiao had touched a thunder array. Under the dark clouds, the horn on his head seemed to be able to absorb the lightning and grow stronger. Chen Jing followed behind the green jiao and received much less of an electric shock. The green jiao gathered the power of all the river gods and rose to the ninth heaven, using the thunder and lightning to shed its skin. When it dared to flood Kunlun and take action, its heart was elevated at that moment, and the boundless spiritual energy in Kunlun could help it fully achieve the true dragon body. And when it succeeded, it was also the time when the green jiao king transformed into a true dragon and soared through the nine heavens.

  Chen Jing was inspired and also used the thunder to refine his sword aura. Originally, this sword aura contained a large amount of yin spirit energy, although it had dissipated a lot, but the main spiritual component of the sword aura was still yin spirit energy. When helping Guisheng block the ninth lightning bolt in Xiuchun Bay, the sword was struck by lightning and became formless within the stone statue, and the sword aura also underwent refinement, containing a hint of thunder power. Now, Chen Jing was still refining his sword aura with thunder power.

  Every time a lightning bolt falls under the sword aura, Chen Jing must concentrate his mind and spirit, without any refining techniques, just collecting his mind and spirit to withstand the thunderstorm. It can be said that it is both refining the sword and refining the heart.

  At that moment, he looked around the four directions under the sky and saw countless people standing on the mountains, looking up at him. This kind of gaze from above made him feel a strange emotion, as if from this moment on, he was no longer the small river god, no longer the person who could only follow his fate, but someone who had to struggle desperately to survive.

  The crocodile wants to transform into a dragon and soar through the nine heavens, but what about Chen Jing?

  The green snake wants to get rid of its shackles, get rid of the shackles of heaven and earth, Chen Jing also wants to do so.

  When the green dragon let out a long, mournful howl, its voice shook the nine heavens, as if it wanted to pour out all the repression and restraint in its heart in this one howl. With one howl, the green dragon's momentum surged, its divine power soaring into the sky. In Chen Jing's heart, this one howl was like a dark space being ignited by a flame, instantly covering the entire sky.

  In the distance, many people watching from all sides thought that the butterfly behind the green snake was extraordinary, but more people focused their attention on the green snake, understanding that it was about to transform into a dragon. At this moment, the aura on the green snake's body reached its peak, and the thunder above the nine heavens became more urgent and denser. Then, the green snake seemed to be completely indifferent, its body suddenly expanding again in an instant, becoming a powerful existence that could stir up the primal energy of heaven and earth with a single flip, measuring dozens of feet in length.

  Just as the green snake was swelling up, swirling upwards, and about to rush into that dark cloud, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed on the butterfly's body. A long sword-shaped white light appeared on the pale blue butterfly's body. Under the green snake's soaring momentum, it was also dazzlingly eye-catching.

  Only to see the green snake rushing into that dark cloud, and the butterfly closely following. The dark cloud was suddenly stirred up, rolling over in all directions like waves, opening out in all directions, and the thunder stopped at the moment when the green snake rushed in, but instead, a burst of electric flowers was startled in the cloud.

  As if it had been a long time, yet also like an instant.

  A loud and earth-shattering howl, as if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was gathering like a tidal wave towards the sky.

  A blood-red dragon burst out of the clouds and rushed towards Mount Kunlun, with a pale blue butterfly closely following behind. At this moment, no one would think that the butterfly was weak. The layer of white light on its body was as calm and serene as moonlight, dispersing the dark clouds wherever it passed. No matter how fast the dragon flew, it seemed to shatter space itself, but the butterfly following behind seemed completely unaffected, like a white arrowfish cutting through the waves.