From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 333 Where is my empire?
Now, he has confirmed one thing: Black Mountain is alive, or rather, Black Mountain was originally a living being, but appeared in the underworld for unknown reasons. It is also possible that he was a living being in the underworld, although his current fate is unknown.

Regardless of whether it's life or death, it's not something he can fake an accident for.

After thinking for a long time, he sighed and left the underworld.

He currently lacks both the ability and the courage to open a passage between the underworld and the netherworld, so it would be better to go back and plan ahead.

However, it's impossible to drag this out indefinitely. The Journey to the West will only take about ten years. Judging from the monkey's tone, this matter definitely needs to be resolved before the Journey to the West, which means it will take thirteen years.

It wasn't fourteen years, it was thirteen years. Because cultivation makes one oblivious to time, he had already been cultivating in the underworld and advanced to the Xuanxian realm, which took him a full year.

Upon returning to the mortal realm, he frowned involuntarily. An overwhelming pressure assailed him from all directions. Even though he had become a Xuanxian (a high-level immortal), he couldn't help but tremble under this pressure, his legs went numb, and he could even vaguely sense several gazes from unknown places, passing through layers of space, projecting onto him until…

He completely suppressed the energy of the Taiyin Refining Technique, and the pressure slowly disappeared, as did the gaze cast from an unknown place.

"Phew~~ That scared me to death, I had to... um??"

Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong.

Where is my Dragon Palace?

Where is my enormous Jinghe Dragon Palace?

He entered the underworld from the Jinghe Dragon Palace, and returned from the underworld to the Jinghe Dragon Palace, but now...

He appeared in a ruined underwater area!

What about my empire?
No, this is my empire, but how did it turn into ruins?
Suddenly, the sounds of fighting erupted in my ears.

His eyes narrowed, and with a thought, a seal appeared in his hand.

It was his Jinghe Dragon King Seal; the next moment, the entire Jinghe River appeared in his mind.

Fighting, fighting everywhere!
The screech of monsters, the roar of warriors…

The entire Jing River, no, the entire eight rivers of Chang'an, has become a battlefield for the struggle between humans and demons.

The screech of monsters, the roar of warriors…

The cold glint of the waving weapons and the ferocious claws of the demons clashed, and blood stained the river red.

On a shallow beach in the river, a burly, dark-skinned man with broad shoulders and thick legs wielded a Xuanhua axe, slaughtering his way through the area. The axe was entirely black, its blade engraved with ancient patterns, gleaming with a chilling light. Each swing of the axe created a whistling sound, as if it could cleave the river in two.

He was fighting a crocodile, not a plesiosaur, although they looked somewhat similar.

"Chop off its head!" the burly man roared, raising his axe high and bringing it down on the crocodile. The crocodile demon hurriedly raised its claws to block, but the powerful axe blow sent it crashing to its knees in the water, splashing up a large spray of water.

"You brat, picking your teeth!" With a swift turn of the axe, the blade swept out, precisely aiming for the crocodile demon's throat. The crocodile demon hurriedly leaned back, barely dodging the fatal blow, but the burly man followed up with a kick to the abdomen, sending its massive body flying backward and crashing into the rocks on the shore with a dull thud.

Could this be Cheng Yaojin, the troublemaker?
Ao Qian's heart stirred, and he began to observe the battlefield.

Not far away, another warrior, wielding twin maces, moved with ease through the horde of demons. The maces gleamed golden, his movements light and agile, rising and falling, leaving a trail of shadows. He clashed his maces, drawing a golden arc that instantly knocked the weapons of three shrimp demons away. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the maces shot out like two golden dragons, slamming heavily into the shrimp demons, who screamed as they were smashed into the riverbed. With a loud shout, he wielded his maces even faster, causing demons to scatter wherever he went, leaving trails of blooming blood in his wake. On the other side, yet another warrior rode a jet-black warhorse, wielding a water-polished bamboo-jointed steel whip, galloping back and forth across the river. The steel whip was entirely silver-white, with a bamboo-shaped body covered in barbs that gleamed coldly. As the whip was swung, the sounds of "crack! crack! crack!" rang out continuously, whipping the surrounding monsters until they were knocked off balance, some even being whipped in two, creating an extremely bloody scene.

Along the banks of the eight rivers of Chang'an, countless soldiers formed battle formations to resist the water demons who attempted to ascend the river.

On another battlefield, the waters churned, and a black shadow, reeking of decay, burst forth from the waves. Inky venom seeped from its scales, and wherever it passed, the aquatic plants withered. Upon seeing this shadow, Ao Qian's pupils contracted. He recognized it; it was a venomous dragon he had met in his youth when he roamed the Western Sea. Named Jiao Wuwang, it was renowned among the wild dragons of the Western Sea, especially for its venom, which few could rival. However, it had always reigned supreme in the depths of the Western Sea; how had it ended up in the Jing River?

As Jiao Wuwang appeared, another explosion resounded from the depths of the riverbed. Four figures of different colors burst from the water and rushed towards Jiao Wuwang. They were his four sons: Little Yellow Dragon, Little Black Dragon, Green-Backed Dragon, and Red-Bearded Dragon. These four dragons were still in human form at this time, each wearing armor and wielding weapons, attacking Jiao Wuwang. Although there was a difference in strength between them, they seemed to be able to advance and retreat at their own pace, and would not be defeated by Jiao Wuwang in a short time...

Seeing the bustling activity in the eight waters of Chang'an, Ao Qian seemed to understand something, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the Four Seas Dragon Palace was indeed swift in its actions and decisive in its methods.

"What a pity, I still can't let go of my inhibitions!" He shook his head and sighed, then raised his hand and took out the Jinghe Dragon King Seal.

call! ! !
As he moved, the eight rivers of Chang'an suddenly seemed to come alive, their surging waters sweeping across the land like a vast army.

not good……

Sensing something was wrong, Cheng Yaojin and his two generals thought that a water demon was stirring up trouble and were about to retreat when they were shocked to find that the huge waves of water automatically parted when they were about to hit them, avoiding them and their soldiers, and instead sweeping away all the water creatures fighting with the humans.

Just as Jiao Wuwang was getting into the swing of things, he suddenly felt the water elemental power beneath his feet vibrate. Before he could even look, the Wei River beneath his feet seemed to come alive, whipping up a huge wave that engulfed him.

"This is……"

The next moment, a warning flashed through his mind, but before he could make a move, the extremely cold aura came along with the water.

At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent. The waves of the eight rivers of Chang'an disappeared, leaving only a frozen world. All the water demons were frozen in the thick ice, including Jiao Wuwang, without exception.

My innate divine power: Ice Soul Divine Light!

A figure in cyan appeared in this frozen world.

"Father!"

"Father!"

…………

Upon seeing the figure appear, the four dragons, including Little Yellow Dragon, became excited. Ao Qian, the Jinghe Dragon King, who had been missing for a whole year, had finally appeared.

"How did things get like this?" Ao Qian frowned at his four sons, his tone filled with dissatisfaction. "Even my Dragon Palace has been destroyed! What happened?"

Just as the four dragons were about to speak, a loud explosion suddenly came from the sky.

"The Dragon King of the Jing River has lost his throne, causing widespread flooding of water monsters in Chang'an. He must be apprehended and brought to justice by the Heavenly Court!"

In mid-air, as the Heavenly Official's voice rang out, a huge chain fell from the sky, binding Ao Qian tightly.

(End of this chapter)