Please control me, my divine being!

Pang Haori fought purely on instinct, completely disregarding talismans and Taoist arts.

Given that Pang Ziyue was already seriously injured, his condition was even worse as a Dharma Body. He only lasted a few seconds before Li Qinghe swung his blade and severed his head.

However, because of this delay, Pang Ziyue was engulfed in flames and disappeared from the spot. This was a technique she had used before at the Fajiao stronghold, which allowed her to instantly move a certain distance.

When she reappeared, she had already stepped onto the river surface, raised the alarm bell in her hand, and was shaking it continuously.

Ring ring.

The piercing sound of bells echoed across the river.

The five pools of divine water on the high platform boiled and scalded, immediately transforming into five water dragons that surged toward her body.

After the ritual to awaken the deity at the altar was interrupted, she had no choice but to take a risky step and choose the second option, offering her own body as a sacrifice to merge with the River God.

Just like before when she sent those believers into the river.

But now that the River God has consumed hundreds of believers, a large part of her consciousness has been diluted and polluted, giving her a certain chance to control this divine body!

This was planned long ago.

After all, to awaken the River God, it is necessary to use the consciousness of these believers to control and influence Him, and make Him work for oneself.

nowadays.

It's just a matter of risking one's life.

Amidst the surging water, Pang Ziyue looked up at the girl on the high platform, wondering how much she had sacrificed to grow to such a level in such a short time.

As the divine water continued to fill her body, her skin became increasingly transparent, and she exuded a vast and powerful aura, faintly connecting with the terrifying behemoth beneath the water's surface.

She spoke slowly:

"Miss Li, although I don't know what you've been through, there's no hatred between us."

All those who died at my hands fulfilled their due value, and I respect them greatly.

The Fa religion preached here for six years and saved countless lives.

Even without the Fajiao sect, Shancheng would still be interfered with by other forces. If it were forces with Daoist lineages like Shijia Xie or Yugui Tongyou, this place would have already become a ghost town.

I am merely a pawn caught in the turbulent current, serving the powerful, drifting with the tide.

Just like the one behind you, everyone is serving their own master.

You are exceptionally talented. As a cultivator, you should abandon all emotions and desires, focus wholeheartedly on the path to enlightenment, and achieve unparalleled great accomplishments.

Forget those pointless grudges. If I succeed, you are no match for me; if I fail, you have no need for revenge.

A soft voice echoed within the cave, and she absorbed the five pools of divine water into her body.

Her skin, organs, and bones became transparent, like a crystal sculpture, crystal clear.

A huge whirlpool appeared on the surface of the water.

She slowly fell into the whirlpool until she disappeared completely, then let out a sigh: "In the end, it all came to this."

The moment Pang Ziyue sank into the whirlpool, the turbid river began to flow backward, and a suffocating atmosphere emanated from the deepest part of the water, containing countless resentments and malice.

Li Qinghe had no idea what was going to happen.

But an extremely keen intuition was frantically warning that the enormous thing below, the thing that was faintly connected to the entire river, was about to awaken.

It was not awakened by ritual.

Instead, it was Pang Ziyue who, in a more extreme and bizarre way, took it from him.

The water vapor in the air became viscous, and trickles of water seeped out from the rocks and cliffs.

"Stop her!"

Li Qinghe shouted towards the riverbank.

But Shen Cishuang couldn't find the time at the moment.

The white paper fan in her hand had transformed into several foot-long small swords, hovering around her and constantly launching attacks on Qin Hongshi.

The head of the brokerage firm looked exhausted.

It was only thanks to his strong physique that he didn't immediately give up.

As she parried and blocked, her body was covered in countless cuts, and blood splattered all over the ground.

"A storyteller? The Wan Shi Lou has extended its reach to the North. Breaking the rules like this, aren't they afraid of being condemned by their fellow martial arts practitioners?"

Shen Cishuang glanced in Li Qinghe's direction, then flew out her longsword again:

"Chief Qin, I am the Swordsman."

Back then, the Sword Ancestor wielded his sword and traveled north, vanquishing demons for sixty years, slaying the white serpent in ten steps, and breaking through to the level of a celestial being.

When a swordsman reaches a bottleneck and cannot break through, he should emulate the Sword Ancestor, who wielded his sword in the north, righting wrongs and eliminating evil to seek an opportunity for advancement.

"Get rid of you, this demonic cultivator who colluded with the Five Turbid Immortals of the North, and all the martial arts practitioners will applaud."

"You sharp-tongued little girl, you want to use my head to make a name for yourself? You'll have to see if you have the ability." Qin Hongshi licked her lips and finally stopped hiding. Her body hair grew wildly and she quickly transformed into a body like Huang Jiadi's horse. The wounds on her skin healed and disappeared at lightning speed.

"Cultivating two different paths simultaneously, you have indeed fallen into demonic possession."

Shen Cishuang's flying swords swirled around her, her attacks becoming even more ferocious, but they couldn't cut through her thick fur.

Inside the cave, some of the weasels charged madly at Shen Cishuang, while others rushed toward the whirlpool on the water's surface, seemingly trying to find Pang Ziyue, who was hiding underwater.

The situation became extremely chaotic.

Li Qinghe was surrounded by weasels, making it impossible for him to move for a while.

But after hearing Pang Ziyue's words and seeing Pang Ziyue sacrifice herself to the gods, the confused and hazy thoughts in her mind finally solidified into a single line.

The whispers the gods had given her to witness all of this, and only now did she understand:

My mother's death was already destined.

As long as these cultivators exist, they will continue to cause disasters, and countless ordinary people will die.

Because in the eyes of these cultivators, ordinary people are not their kind, but merely valuable objects.

Flesh and blood, bones, emotions, soul...

Everything produced by a person can be traded, is a resource for advancement, and can be measured by "value".

Pang Ziyue felt no remorse or pain for killing hundreds or thousands of people, nor did Qin Hongshi.

Because those who possess this kind of emotion cannot stand out or go far in the world of independent practitioners...

They constantly "devour" others to become stronger and more powerful, only to be "devoured" by even stronger people in the end.

This is a blood-soaked food chain.

And standing at the very top of this food chain is none other than the god high in the heavens!

"The gods wanted me to see these things."

"In the desolate town of Huangshui and the city of Lianshan, see the fate of these ordinary people and these cultivators, see how this world becomes a place where people devour each other, and how humans degenerate into demons..."

Li Qinghe clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

The nature of deities can influence cultivators; just as humans can be good or bad, so too can deities.

Fortunately, the god he worshipped wanted to change everything and wanted to ignite this ailing world.

The confusion and bewilderment in my mind were swept away at this moment after a series of experiences.

She gradually understood everything.

This cost her dearly and caused her a great deal of pain.

For a girl who spent the first sixteen years of her life herding sheep and cattle, chopping wood and carrying water, it would be too difficult to understand these things. Only through personal experience and witnessing can one see them clearly.

"This world shouldn't be like this."

Qin Hongshi and Pang Ziyue certainly deserved to die, but those monsters that haunted everyone, those evil gods hanging high in the heavens, deserved to die even more.

The talisman on the girl's arm flickered, and blood seeped from under her skin.

Frequent use of the "Hidden Universe" technique has already placed a tremendous burden on the body.

But at this moment she couldn't care less about anything else. She immediately handed over Bai Tieya's keepsake, "Bai Huo Tong Xin," and stood on the high platform, calling out to Qin Hongshi, who had transformed into a human-shaped weasel:

"Qin Hongshi, do you recognize this?"

The humanoid weasel paused, its scarlet eyes drifting over.

Snapped!

The next moment, the dark brown wooden core was crushed by the girl's hand.

A swirling black aura surrounded him, and Bai Tieya's familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang out: "The pain of losing my heart is unbearable..."

Qin Hongshi's body stiffened, his thick fingers involuntarily clutching his chest, and he spat out a thick cloud of blood mist. His fiery aura instantly weakened.

"Well done! Demonic cultivator, take this sword!"

Shen Cishuang laughed loudly and pointed her fingers as if they were a sword.

Common Art: Frost Under the Moon!

next moment.

Frost rose from the skin of her middle finger, transforming into a crescent-shaped sword beam that instantly pierced the head of the humanoid weasel.

thump!

Qin Hongshi knelt on the ground, a bloody line splitting between her eyebrows.

Warm blood kept flowing down, coating her cloudy eyes with layer after layer of blood film.

She wiped away her blood and tears, opened her eyes wide, pinched a piece of wood fragment that had splattered beside her, spat out pieces of internal organs, and her hoarse voice conveyed extremely complex emotions: "White Iron Fang!"

He wrote you a letter, but you probably won't have a chance to read it.

Li Qinghe stared at her, recalling the rambling, ambiguous letters among the unearthed belongings, and said, "He said you took the wrong path, um... I think so too."

Qin Hongshi stopped wiping the blood off her face.

The body, covered in yellow fur, lay on the bank, its paws limp and lifeless. Fragments of the wood core rolled to the ground and were washed into the river by the current.

She let her eyes be blurred with blood, her mouth full of sharp teeth trembling as she uttered words before losing her breath.

"Miss Li, go into the water! We can't let the sorcerers of the Fa Sect succeed."

Shen Cishuang's right middle finger was empty and blood kept spurting out. The small swords floating around her body reassembled into a white paper folding fan, on which the four characters "Sword Courage and Qin Heart" shimmered.

She threw the paper fan forcefully, sending it flying to the high platform, where it carried Li Qinghe into the air.

"This is all I can do. I can't do anything about the sorcerers in the water."

With Qin Hongshi's death, the weasels in the cave all went into a frenzy.

Whether they were cultivators from the brokerage firm or disciples of the Yellow Immortal, they found it difficult to move amidst this yellow frenzy.

Li Qinghe stared intently at the figure engulfed by the weasel, then jumped off the folding fan without hesitation and plunged into the vortex.

The murky water instantly engulfed the girl, and she felt herself sinking deeper and deeper, as if she were about to sink to the earth's core.

Then she saw a pair of eyes.

Huge, murky, and hazy, like two moons sunk to the bottom of the water.