"Time is up."

Bai Yueyi's soft voice rang in Chen Jing's ears, and all the battle scenes in Chen Jing's eyes disappeared.

The last image shows a purple rain cloud drifting into the dark clouds.

Suddenly, specks of purple light, like mold spots, appeared on her jade-like body.

As soon as these purple rays appeared, they spread outwards, like ink drops on the surface of water.

She leaned back in her chair and drifted into a deep sleep. Judging from her beautiful profile with slightly furrowed brows, she seemed to be having a nightmare that would never end.

Time is up.

Chen Jing suddenly tensed up.

He took a few deep breaths, stood up, circulated his spiritual energy, and raised his hands in a gesture of nonchalance.

Normally, using light illusions doesn't require any actions or incantations, but in order to get into the state faster, Chen Jing imagined himself as a sculptor carving an illusion.

Soon, a figure appeared in the void.

He was a young man of medium build with deep-set, angular features.

Once an illusion is complete, completing it again is very simple. Chen Jing had ended the maintenance of the light effect illusion, but the light effect remained naturally.

The figures in this "painting" have stepped out of history.

He opened his eyes. In this moment of history, he should be a hero who has slain three gods and is about to ascend to godhood.

According to Bai Yueyi's account, his memory remained at that moment.

An unseen aura instantly enveloped Chen Jing. This aura was neither like that of a slave wandering soul, which had the determination to break through all obstacles, nor like that of the black hand Lu Gang, which made people's blood boil.

His aura was a gentle yet firm one, like the ever-flowing Song River, which originates from Zhou Tian Island and rushes towards the open sea, unstoppable by anything.

His arrogance and sharpness were deeply concealed, not revealed, like the sharpest blade in the world hidden in its sheath.

He opened his eyes.

Fengting's eyes were not the black pupils of a wandering ghost, but normal human eyes.

The killing intent in his eyes had not yet subsided, but confusion had already welled up inside.

When Feng Ting opened his eyes, the white-clad youth in Meijing City suddenly changed his expression.

Ling Yuxuan, the white-clad youth, is a cultivator at the pinnacle of cultivation, possessing the ability to observe "qi".

Ling Yuxuan immediately noticed that the "qi" of the entire world had changed.

Red, fiery red, an intense red aura rose from this land, from every piece of soil, every brick and tile, every blade of grass and tree, and from every Song Dynasty person, as if to turn the world into a furnace.

It was so hot, as fiery as the rising sun illuminating the darkness.

It pierced the darkness, drove away the rain, and revealed the deepest, most ideal, instinctive thing in everyone's heart, stimulating all of everyone's potential.

It exists both in the air and in the heart of everyone who looks up at the sky.

It exists independently of the crowd, yet it also wanders among them.

This ghost, this terrifying ghost, he seems to be anyone!

Ling Yuxuan was gripped by immense fear. He recalled the feeling he had when he was young, in the wilderness, when he heard the howling of wolves in the distance.

Now, everyone is a terrifying wolf to him, because that invisible ghost roams within their hearts.

Ling Yuxuan felt his whole body stiffen and grow cold. The cold resistance and cold mind bestowed upon him by the Qi of Heaven seemed to have completely disappeared. He stood in the terrifying wilderness like a boy without any cultivation.

He was no longer the "God of Heaven" who commanded the clouds and rain and indifferently watched Ash City, but a target that the crowd had their eyes on and wanted to defeat.

Even if he is a mountain, there will be people who dismember and move him.

Even if he is the ocean, someone will fill him with mud.

Even if he were the sun, there would be people who would chase after him and shoot him down with arrows.

Ling Yuxuan knew in his heart that these feelings were not real, because he had been far away from the crowd and in a safe position, so he had not yet been targeted by the murderous intent of this terrifying ghost.

All these feelings come from spiritual awareness, from the intuition bestowed upon him by spiritual energy.

...

A little earlier.

In Ash City.

The battle is nearing its end.

Although the guards in the high-walled area did not have a significant numerical advantage, they were amplified by the imposing presence of Black Hand Lu Gang, who himself transformed into the tip of a steel blade, making their offensive exceptionally fierce.

On the other hand, the soldiers in the port area were less in spirit than their colleagues who had been boosted by the imposing aura of Lu Gang, and they appeared hesitant and timid in battle.

Many soldiers in the ship district and the high-wall district knew each other, and when they saw their former comrades, they really couldn't bring themselves to kill them immediately. But the soldiers under Black Hand Lu Gang were different. They had been fanatically influenced by Black Hand Lu Gang's aura and had turned from living people into killing machines that only knew how to fight. Even if their relatives and friends were right in front of them, they would rush up and attack for Lu Gang.

Without using any heavy firepower, Black Hand Lu Gang's team tore through the outer defenses of the market and stormed into the market, engaging in street fighting in the barricades and alleys.

Compared to the rigid command and inflexible actions of the ship area soldiers, each occupying their own defensive zone, the high-wall soldiers, empowered by the imposing aura of Black Hand Lu Gang, appeared far more agile. Their coordination and commands were like the body directing the arms, and the arms directing the fingers. Charges, infiltrations, encirclements, and annihilations—they outnumbered their opponents in close combat, while over larger areas, Black Hand Lu Gang commanded with his imposing aura. Everyone was on the same wavelength, often completing textbook-perfect tactics and coordination without needing to communicate.

Black Hand Lu Gang himself is an indestructible blade. He only needs to show himself and make one attack to tear a huge gap in the defense line of the ship area soldiers. At the same time, he is very careful and cautious. After each attack, he immediately returns to his soldiers, not giving the ship area cultivators a chance to gather and eliminate him.

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