Yan Luoniang had a kind of illusion, if she hadn't found that her body was still dry and the ground she stood on was also dry, she would have thought that she just had a dream standing here.

  She took another look at her fellow disciples behind her, feeling that they were all weak and frail, and with a sense of fear and worry in her heart, she said: "Fellow disciples, let's go." No one replied to her, and after finishing speaking, she was the first to walk into the darkness.

  Tonight's darkness seems especially dark and endless.

  She walked about ten steps, suddenly remembering that the dead Fifth Brother and the disappeared Seventh Brother and the skinned Eighth Sister were all in the Wind and Rain Pavilion. She turned her head back to look, only to find that the faces of her fellow disciples behind her were as pale as death, their eyes fixed tightly on the lamp in her hand. Her heart was greatly shocked, she let out a cry of surprise, turned around and ran, taking a big stride forward, soaring into the air like a swimming dragon.

  In the distance, all I saw was a green lantern burning with red flames, moving through the dark sky and earth.

  Yan Luoniang didn't dare to turn her head, her intuition told her that the senior brothers and sisters behind her were still closely following, she could already feel the cold breath on the back of her neck, and in her ears, she faintly heard the eerie calls of old crows, like vengeful spirits seeking lives.

  She didn't know what had happened to her fellow disciples, or if they had all fallen under some kind of curse. At this moment, she realized that entering the world of cultivation didn't mean being free and at ease, but rather taking a step into the arena of life and death trials.

  The night after the rain is exceptionally dark, a quiet darkness.

  Yan Luoniang and her companions had been traveling through the night, and by the time they reached the Quingsheng Bend of the Jing River, the sky was already bright with dawn. From the abandoned Mountain God Temple to the Quingsheng Bend was a distance of one hundred li, and if they hadn't lingered for so long at the Wind and Rain Pavilion, they would have arrived at the Quingsheng Bend River God Temple by now. In the distance, she saw a vast expanse of white, and her heart leapt with joy, thinking it was the Jing River. But as they drew closer, she realized that it wasn't the Jing River at all, but rather a strip of white mist that stretched across the sky, making her mistake it for the surging waters of the Jing River. However, judging from the terrain, she knew that the Jing River was just ahead, and they would arrive soon. Looking down, she saw that even the village in front of the river was shrouded in a thick layer of white mist.

  Yan Luoniang was momentarily stunned before she plunged headfirst into the white mist, her internal energy almost depleted. The transformed figures of her senior brothers and sisters behind her no longer allowed her to consider anything else.

  As she plunged into the white fog, she immediately felt a thick and heavy mist, as if she had entered an invisible river. The white fog was not static, but was rapidly surging forward. Although it was impossible to see clearly in the fog, the red flame of the Qing lantern in her hand drove out a circular area with a diameter of about 20 feet. However, Yan Luonang looked at the Qing lantern in her hand with great concern, knowing that her magic power was almost exhausted and that driving the Soul Lantern in this white fog would consume even more magic power. At this moment, the flame was only the size of a red bean.

  As the wind rose behind her, she knew that her fellow disciples had also entered the White Mist. Unable to discern direction in mid-air, she descended to the ground and only then discovered that she was beside Heqiu Village. Rushing quickly towards the riverbank of Jing River in front of Heqiu Village, after just a few steps, the lamp in her hand suddenly went out. It was as if the ordinary fire had been extinguished by water, extinguished without a sound or a flicker.

  Yan Luoniang let out a cry of surprise, and as she heard the evil wind rising behind her, a chill ran up from the base of her spine to the back of her head. Without turning around, she swung her hand backward and shot out a beam of clear light. Her body had already begun to float forward. With this movement, she discovered that the white mist was not ordinary, its power having been greatly reduced by her magic. And as she walked further in, the white mist seemed to have turned into something substantial, able to envelop people and make them walk as if they were on a rushing river.

  Just as she was frightened, the fog in front of her suddenly rolled away to reveal a path. Looking at the thick white mist rolling and surging like waves on both sides, I thought that this must be the River God, and if so, then this move is really astonishing.

  She also ran quickly along the unclear path in the white fog, and soon reached the riverbank. She still couldn't see the River God Temple, but faintly heard human voices whispering in the fog. Someone said, "Unexpectedly, this small River God actually has such a clever method, able to apply the spiritual power of the river domain and the momentum of the river flow so skillfully."

  Another person said: "I think he may not be inferior to Ye Qingxue."

  "Heh heh, you've only seen Ye Qingxue in action, but without facing her personally, you'll never be able to experience the subtlety of her Thunder Arts. Many people only know that she defeated all the young heroes of Heiying State at Cuī Lóng Pō, but they didn't notice that not a single person was seriously injured or killed, each one simply being unable to counterattack at the time. In reality, they were all unscathed. This kind of subtle and precise control is something that only a handful of people in the world possess."

  "No matter how powerful she was, it's been many years since she disappeared. Some say she's trapped in the Kunlun Mountains, I'm not mistaken, last year Chen Jing followed the Dragon King to welcome the calamity of thunder into the Kunlun, he must have wanted to rescue Ye Qingxue."

  "Huh? There's a road here." Someone suddenly exclaimed loudly.

  Yan Luoniang was greatly shocked in her heart, and secretly said: "It's not good, we've been discovered." Just as she was about to run up the river embankment, the road ahead disappeared, and all around was a vast expanse of whiteness.

  "It's gone." someone said reluctantly. Yan Luoniang heard the voice was nearby, and looked in the direction of the sound, vaguely seeing a yellow light like a lamp, not knowing what kind of treasure it was that emitted this glow. She didn't dare make any noise, afraid of being heard by them. Just then, she heard another cry of surprise, immediately followed by someone shouting: "Who's there?"

  With it comes a feeling of white fog surging, like river waves rushing forward.

  "It's a group of people who have been cursed, let's just avoid them." someone said.

  Yan Luoniang was startled in her heart, thinking to herself that they must have encountered her senior brothers and sisters. Just as she was worried and afraid, a pale blue butterfly suddenly appeared before her eyes, about the size of a palm, flying and dancing in the white mist. She immediately thought of the pale blue butterfly she had seen in the Wind and Rain Pavilion. The butterfly circled around her once and then flew forward, Yan Luoniang following closely behind it as they quickly proceeded on their way.

  Before long, they arrived at the top of the riverbank and after a few more steps, they saw the River God Temple.

  Butterflies fluttered in the white fog, flying straight towards the River God Temple. The gate of the temple was open, but the white fog inside was even thicker and more turbulent, rolling and swirling as if all the fog came from within the temple. The butterfly disappeared into the temple without a trace, and Yan Luoniang also rushed in. As soon as she entered the temple, her eyes suddenly cleared up, and there was no longer any white fog in front of her. A man in blue stood tall before her, with a long sword hanging from his waist, his black hair tied high - it was none other than Chen Jing.

  Apart from Chen Jing, on either side stood a large red shrimp and a shellfish, while a little further away stood a woman in a black skirt, wearing paper flowers on her head, slender waist, looking soft and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow her away. There was also a 12 or 13-year-old girl holding a green brick, blinking curiously at herself. She was the first to speak, saying: "Are you that big sister who followed the immortal?"

  "Do you know me?" Yan Luo didn't recognize this little girl, and no one in the village knew her either.

  "When you were taken away by the immortal, I saw it. You were still looking down at the ground from above the clouds." Yan Luoniang was shocked this time. She herself had left here for over a decade, and this little girl looked like she was only in her early teens. How could she have seen her back then? The little girl continued: "At that time, I was grazing cattle on the other side, and when I raised my head, I saw it."

  The little girl said as she pointed in the direction, and Yan Luoniang immediately knew that this little girl was extraordinary. She felt that there was no magic power on her body, but she also knew that she must not be an ordinary person.

  "You've got something unclean on you." Chen Jing said suddenly.

  Yan Luoniang's heart suddenly felt a pang of sadness when she heard Chen Jing's words, and she had an urge to cry. For her, these days were like a nightmare, especially last night, the fear that clung to her soul was terrifying, watching her fellow disciples die one by one, and then seeing them turn into strange and frightening creatures, her heart was already in a state of panic and terror, if she hadn't kept thinking that the River God Temple was just ahead, she feared she would go mad.

  Yan Luoniang's throat was stiff, and she couldn't speak for a moment, only lowering her head. Suddenly, she felt a warmth on the top of her head, as if someone was stroking it, and then that warm current flowed down from the top of her head, dispelling the chill in her body and mind.

  "It was just an evil spirit summoning, and I've already exorcised it."

  Yan Luoniang raised her head and saw Chen Jing's hand shrink back. Suddenly she understood that it was indeed his hand that had stroked her hair just now.

  "Your senior brothers and sisters are already dead." Chen Jing said.

  "Ah......" Yan Luoniang felt that her Shixiong and Shijie were strange, and something big must have happened. Just now, she also heard someone in the white fog say that they had been cursed, but she didn't think that her Shixiong and Shijie were already dead.

  "How could this be? Just now someone in the white fog said that she was afflicted with some kind of evil curse!" Yan Luoniang hastily said.

  Chen Jing fell silent for a moment before saying, "I know, but I can confirm that your senior brothers and sisters' consciousness has been extinguished." As if in response to his words, a strange cry suddenly came from outside the River God Temple, the sound carrying a chilling terror that seeped into one's bones.

  "It's that crow." Yan Luoniang exclaimed.

  "What crow?" Chen Jing asked.

  Just as Yan Luoniang was about to speak, she saw Chen Jing suddenly wave his sleeve towards the outside of the River God Temple, and a faint blue sword light rolled out like the wind. At the same time, his figure flashed and he had already rushed out of the temple. Yan Luoniang immediately turned around to look outside the temple, only to see rolling white mist, with rays of light shooting up into the sky, illuminating people one by one.

  "Ah……" Yan Luoniang let out a soft cry, covering her mouth with her hand. She could naturally see that the glows were coming from her senior brothers and sisters' magical treasures, and the people surrounded by the glows were naturally her senior brothers and sisters. Of course, she knew how powerful her senior brothers and sisters' magical treasures and techniques were.

  Just as her scream was about to be covered up, she saw a faint blue light suddenly appear in the white mist, piercing into the crowd. The faint blue sword light burst forth and shot out in all directions, with an aura that shook the heavens. From front to back, wherever it passed, neither magical artifacts nor spells were effective, as if the sword had entered a flower cluster, and no one could resist even slightly.

  As the sword light passed, the blood in the throats of Yan Luoniang and her fellow disciples burst forth like fresh flowers, their magical artifacts still radiating light, but they themselves had already fallen to the ground. The sword was deadly, no one could release their magical artifact, no one could cast the magic that had been accumulating.