An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

The river wind howled, stirring up thousands of waves.

Everyone is stupid.

They watched as the black figure walked step by step onto the turbulent river.

There were no ripples or waves beneath his feet.

The surging river at his feet was as gentle as a polished piece of black jade.

He strolled leisurely towards the other side of the river.

Little Dragon Girl let out a cheerful laugh, lifted the hem of her skirt, and skipped after him, even spinning around on the water as if experiencing a novel game.

This scene is so beautiful it seems otherworldly, yet so eerie it sends shivers down your spine.

Zhao Yun, Jia Sidao, Meng Gong, and thousands of civil and military officials and imperial guards who were following behind were all petrified on the spot.

Their minds were blank.

Walking on water?

No, this is not walking on water. Martial arts masters can use driftwood or extremely high levels of lightness skills to briefly gain momentum on the water's surface.

But what is this in front of me?

This is walking!

This is treating a great river like flat land!

This is... a power possessed only by God!

"God...a miracle..."

An old minister's lips trembled as he muttered to himself.

Then, his legs went weak, and he knelt down, frantically kowtowing to the two receding figures in the river.

His kneeling was like toppling the first domino.

"Thump! Thump!"

Thousands upon thousands of people knelt down in unison.

The entire riverbank was a dark mass of people, all prostrating themselves on the ground, facing the direction of the river, performing the most devout worship.

Their worldview was utterly shattered at that moment, and then reshaped in an even more fanatical way.

Zhao Yun knelt at the front, his body trembling violently from extreme excitement.

He finally understood.

The immortal asked him "How do I get to Dali?" before, which meant he didn't know the way at all.

He was asking himself, how should he walk this path in the mortal world?

Now, the immortal has shown him the answer through his actions.

God's path does not need mortals to guide it.

The way of God is the Way itself!

Neither high mountains nor great rivers can stop God's footsteps.

"I... how fortunate I am to witness the gods walking among mortals..." Zhao Yun was in tears, his heart filled with unparalleled happiness and satisfaction.

He felt that being emperor was well worth it.

Meng Gong also knelt on the ground, but he did not kowtow.

He just stared intently at the two figures on the river, his eyes burning with a fervor that seemed to be on fire.

He remembered the eight words Lin Ye had given him.

"Focus on your responsibilities and remain single-minded."

He had previously thought this was merely a reprimand for the military.

Now he understood that this was a reflection of the immortal himself!

Because of his unwavering focus, everything in the world must make way for his will! Even water must become a path beneath his feet!

This is the "Tao"!

This is the Shence Guard, the army that fights for the gods, and the ultimate "Tao" that they will learn and practice!

Across the river.

Lin Ye and Xiaolongnu had already walked over.

They didn't continue walking forward, but stopped on the shore.

It's not to wait for the people behind.

Instead, Lin Ye was seriously explaining a problem to Xiaolongnu.

"Look, this water actually has a skin. Just like the aspic we eat, there's a very thin skin on the surface, which is called... um, the skin of the water."

Lin Ye tried his best to explain the concept of surface tension in a way that Xiaolongnu could understand.

"As long as your feet land quickly and lightly without breaking the skin, you can stand on it."

"Oh..." Little Dragon Girl seemed to understand, but not quite. "Then, Brother Lin, why did they all fall down?"

"Because they're too stupid," Lin Ye concluded simply.

Just then, Zhao Yun and the others on the opposite bank finally snapped out of their shock.

Looking at this insurmountable chasm before him, Zhao Yun was sweating profusely with anxiety.

The immortals have passed through, but they can't!

We can't just leave the immortals waiting on the other side, can we?

"Ships! Find ships quickly! Requisition all the ships for me!" Zhao Yun roared hoarsely.

Soon, all the ferries and fishing boats in the vicinity were gathered up by the Imperial Guards.

But there were too few boats; each boat could only carry a few dozen people at a time. It would take at least half a day to transport this entire group of several thousand people to the other side.

Zhao Yun was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Just then, Meng Gong approached, pointed upstream, and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, I have already sent men to scout ahead. Ten miles upstream, the current slows down and the river narrows. We can immediately organize manpower to cut down trees and build a pontoon bridge!"

"How long will it take?" Zhao Yun asked.

"With the Shence Guard soldiers here, it will take at most two hours!" Meng Gong made a solemn pledge.

"Okay! I'll get on it right away!"

As soon as Zhao Yun finished giving the order, he saw Lin Ye on the opposite bank, who seemed a little impatient.

He glanced in this direction.

Then, he extended a finger and gently traced a line on the surging river surface.

The next moment, everything changed.

The entire river, from the middle, seemed to have been cleaved in two by an invisible, enormous blade.

The surging river water receded wildly to both sides, revealing the wet riverbed full of silt and rocks.

A "road" a hundred feet wide suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the great river.

On both sides of the "road", the river water formed two still water walls, each tens of feet high, as if they had been frozen in place.

Sunlight shines on the water wall, refracting into seven colors, like the gate to a divine kingdom.

Everyone was once again stunned by this unimaginable scene, leaving them unable to think.

Walking across the river is already a miracle.

What about... cutting through a river with a single finger?

What is this?

Creation?

Lin Ye's voice drifted softly from the opposite bank, yet it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.

"Come here, don't dawdle."

Zhao Yun was the first to realize something.

He scrambled and stumbled, becoming the first to rush down the riverbank. Stepping onto the slippery riverbed, he trudged along, one foot in the deep water and the other in the shallows, towards the opposite bank.

As he ran, he excitedly shouted, "Quick! Keep up! This is the path to heaven bestowed upon us by the immortals!"

Thus, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, accompanied by his civil and military officials, walked joyfully across the great river road that had been opened for them by the gods, as if they were pardoned criminals.

As the last person stepped onto the opposite bank, the two walls of water behind them suddenly closed in.

The river has resumed its ceaseless flow.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

But the mud covering everyone and their trembling souls served as a reminder to them.

That wasn't a dream.

Lin Ye looked at the group of disheveled mortals, and then at the endless, majestic mountains in front of him.

He felt that walking like this was too slow.

He pointed to the tallest mountain peak in the distance and said to Zhao Yun:

"We need to flip over that."

Zhao Yun looked in the direction Lin Ye was pointing. It was a huge mountain range stretching between heaven and earth, with its main peak towering into the clouds and its top completely invisible.

The mountain is steep and difficult for even monkeys to climb.

Let alone a large group of people, even the most experienced hunters would probably have to wander around in the mountains for ten days to half a month to get across.

"Immortal, this mountain is called 'Gods and Ghosts' Sorrow,' meaning even gods and ghosts are troubled by its appearance. The mountain roads are treacherous, and poisonous insects and ferocious beasts abound. Perhaps... perhaps we could take a detour?" A geography-savvy official mustered his courage and asked in a trembling voice.

Zhao Yun glared at him fiercely.

Even immortals have worries? Are you cursing the immortals?

But he was genuinely unsure.

Crossing a river is something even a celestial being can stop with a single finger. But this mountain is solid; you can't just cleave it in two with a finger, can you?

He was just about to suggest that they could rest at the foot of the mountain first, and then send people to cut down trees and clear a road, advancing step by step.

Ke Linye has already taken her first steps.

He continued walking at his usual unhurried pace, heading straight towards the massive mountain range.

Just as his feet were about to step onto the rugged mountain path at the foot of the mountain.

The mutation occurred again.

"Boom!"

The earth began to tremble violently.

But this trembling is completely different from an earthquake.

It wasn't a chaotic swaying, but rather a... rhythmic, heart-beat-like pulsation.

To everyone's astonishment, the rolling mountain range ahead began to undergo an incredible transformation.

The towering mounds on the road ahead of Lin Ye automatically shrank.

The rugged gullies were filled with mud and became smooth.

The boulder blocking the way was silently reduced to dust.

The gnarled and intertwined trees automatically parted to make way for a straight path.

This is just the beginning.

As Lin Ye advanced step by step, the majestic "Gods and Ghosts' Sorrow" main peak directly in front of him began to slowly split open from the foot of the mountain to both sides!

Yes, it cracked!

It was as if a giant clay sculpture had been broken in half by a pair of invisible hands.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no deafening roar of mountains collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner amidst a strange, rumbling roar.

A wide, flat road, large enough for ten carriages to travel side by side, appeared out of nowhere, stretching from the foot of the mountain all the way to the other side of the mountain range, like a black dragon running through the entire mountain.

On both sides of the avenue are smooth, mirror-like mountain walls that have been cut open.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the split mountains, illuminating the newly built road.

God opened a path for Himself through the mountains.

Zhao Yun and the civil and military officials following behind were completely numb.

They stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, like a bunch of fools, at the creation-like scene before them, forgetting even to bend their knees.

Cut off the river, open up the mountain.

This is a power they cannot comprehend.

Is there anything in this world that this being cannot do?

Only one thought remained in Zhao Yun's mind.

How dare a mortal presume to know the thoughts of a god?

God said, "Let me cross the mountain," and the mountain had to make way.

This is the truth.

Lin Ye's heart is actually very simple.

"Climbing mountains is too tiring; the path is uneven, and walking is exhausting. This is much more comfortable."

He simply altered the landscape to make walking more comfortable.

This pilgrimage team, led by the emperor, embarked on this "path of divine creation."

They walked on the flat road, touching the smooth, mirror-like mountain walls on both sides, feeling the lingering divine aura. Every soul was undergoing an unprecedented baptism.

Especially those 100,000 Shence Guard soldiers who were sent by Meng Gong to enter the mountains ahead of time to prepare for logging and clearing roads.

They witnessed it all firsthand.

They watched as the mountains split open before them, and the earth reformed beneath their feet.

The sheer awe and reverence they felt, stemming from the very essence of life, caused them to drop their weapons to the ground.

They no longer need to receive any ideological education.

From this moment on, Lin Ye was the only living god in their hearts.

To die for Him is not a sacrifice, but a return to God's kingdom.

The news spread like wildfire, as if it had grown wings, at a speed surpassing that of carrier pigeons and fast horses.

This was no ordinary military intelligence report.

This is an "oracle".

These are the declarations made to the world by 100,000 fanatical believers who witnessed the miracle firsthand, using their lives and souls.

God is surveying His kingdom.

……

Mongolia, Khanate.

Kublai Khan sat on his golden throne, holding in his hand a piece of the most urgent intelligence that had just arrived from the south.

The intelligence was very simple, consisting of only one sentence.

"He waved his hand to cut off the river, pointed to the mountains and opened them up, heading towards Dali."

A single sentence sent cold sweat through the palms of this brilliant and ambitious Mongol Khan.

His earlier dispatch of an envoy with that extremely humble letter was actually partly a test and a glimmer of hope.

He felt that the so-called "Immortal Lin" might just be an unparalleled master with unbelievably high martial arts skills.

Every human being has weaknesses, and therefore can be exploited.

But now he knows he was wrong.

That's completely wrong.

With a wave of his hand, he cuts the river; with a glance, he opens the mountain.

This is not human.

This is the embodiment of the will of heaven and earth.

"Great Khan, we..." The top Mongolian expert below, Golden Wheel Monk, spoke with a solemn expression.

Kublai Khan raised his hand, interrupting him.

He stood up and paced back and forth in the tent, his eyes shifting uncertainly.

attack?

What should we use to attack? Send troops to fill the river, or to crash into the mountain?

run away?

The world is so vast, where can you run to? Can you outrun a god who can change the world at will?

For the first time, this emperor, who had conquered half the world, experienced what it meant to be powerless.

After a long while, he stopped, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Pass on my orders!" His voice was hoarse from the effort.

"Select the most precious treasures, the most beautiful virgins, and the most magnificent horses from the national treasury to form an envoy!"

"I will go myself!"

"Where to?" a commander asked, puzzled.

Kublai Khan looked at him and said, word by word, "Go to Dali, go to welcome them, go to kneel and worship, go to pray for the gods' forgiveness and mercy!"

He figured it out.

You can't beat a storm, but you can choose to go with the wind.

……

Dali, Tianlong Temple.

Master Yideng, formerly Emperor Duan Zhixing of the Southern Kingdom, was sitting cross-legged on a futon, meditating in peace.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

He sensed an unprecedented, indescribably vast aura slowly approaching from the east.

That was neither the aura of a martial artist nor the killing intent of an army.

It was a kind of... more primal, purer "sense of existence," like the "sense of existence" at the beginning of time.

"Amitabha."

He clasped his hands together and chanted Buddhist mantras, but even his voice trembled slightly.

A monk rushed in.

"Your Majesty... no, Master! The Emperor of Song is escorting a 'high immortal' towards Dali! It is said that this immortal possesses... the power to split mountains and cleave rivers!"

Master Yideng slowly stood up.

He looked eastward, wondering if there were auspicious clouds or calamity clouds.

Is it the Buddha descending to earth, or the demon king on a tour?

he does not know.

All he knew was that he had to go and see him.

This is not for the sake of the Dali Kingdom, nor for the sake of all living beings.

Rather, it was for the "Tao" that he had cultivated throughout his life.

He wanted to know what would happen when the "Tao" of mortals encountered the true "God".

"Get ready," Master Yideng said to his disciple, Master Kurong, behind him.

"Let's go greet them."

The border of the Dali Kingdom.

The moment Zhao Yun's "pilgrimage" team set foot on Dali's soil, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

finally reached.

This journey, neither long nor short, was, for these powerful and wealthy nobles of the Song Dynasty, a torment that affected both their souls and bodies.

They dared not ride horses or carriages, and could only follow in Lin Ye's footsteps, walking step by step.

Fortunately, the "divine path" opened up by Lin Ye saved them the hardship of traversing mountains and valleys.

Even so, everyone had lost weight, their skin was tanned dark, and their pampered bodies were exhausted.

But their spirits were unusually high.

Because they were the ones who witnessed the miracle firsthand and followed God throughout the entire journey.

This level of experience is enough for them to boast about for a lifetime.

On the border, they saw a welcoming party.

The leader was an old monk dressed in a simple robe, with a gaunt face and deep, unfathomable eyes.

Unlike the officials of the Song Dynasty, he did not kneel down from a distance.

Instead, it stood there quietly, like an ancient pine tree that had stood in the wind for a thousand years.

Behind him followed several monks with equally extraordinary auras, as well as some officials from the Dali Kingdom.

Zhao Yun's brows immediately furrowed.

"How dare you!" Jia Sidao, standing beside him, immediately understood and jumped out, pointing at the old monk and shouting, "With the divine presence here, why do you, mere foreign monks, not kneel!"

Zhao Yun did not stop him.

He felt it was time to let these natives of Dali witness the might of the heavens.

He even felt a sense of anticipation, wondering how the immortal would deal with this reckless old monk. Would he crush the head of that Imperial Guard captain, or simply turn him to ashes?

However, Lin Ye's reaction once again surprised everyone.

He stopped and looked at the old monk with great interest.

This was the first person he had encountered on his journey who did not kneel before him.

interesting.

The old monk ignored Jia Sidao's rebuke, took a few steps forward, and stopped three zhang away from Lin Ye.

He did not kneel, but instead put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute to Lin Ye.

"This humble monk, Duan Zhixing, greets the benefactor."

He did not use the Buddhist name "Yideng" but used his real name.

He didn't use "Immortal" or any other honorific title, but instead used the most common and equal term, "Benefactor".

This title stunned both Zhao Yun and Jia Sidao.

Is this old monk truly fearless, or is he mentally unstable?

Just as Zhao Yun was about to lash out, he felt an invisible pressure coming from him, causing him to swallow back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

It was Lin Ye's gaze.

Lin Ye merely glanced at him indifferently, and Zhao Yun felt as if he were being crushed by a mountain, unable to move.

"You're not afraid of me?" Lin Ye asked, his voice still calm.

Master Yideng shook his head, then nodded.

"The Buddha said that all things in the world are illusory. This humble monk's body is also illusory. What is there to fear about illusory things?" He paused, then said, "But your ability has transcended illusion and pointed directly to the source. Faced with the source, all beings have awe."

These words were so cryptic that half of the civil officials present did not understand them.

But Lin Ye understood.

He smiled.

"You Buddhists always speak in circles. To put it simply, you think I'm not human, but you don't know what I am, so you're a little uneasy, right?"

Master Yideng: "..."

He had cultivated a Zen mind for decades, but at this moment, he almost broke down.

He discovered that all the Buddhist teachings and principles he had prepared were completely useless in front of this person.

The other person directly analyzes your thoughts in the most vulgar and plain language, making it so clear that you have no way to respond.

"Benefactor... your insight is truly remarkable." Master Yideng could only clasp his hands together in resignation and said helplessly.

"Alright, enough of this formality." Lin Ye waved his hand. "I came to Dali for one thing."

Everyone perked up their ears.

Zhao Yun was so excited that he was trembling all over.

They've arrived! The immortal is finally about to reveal their intentions! Do they want Dali to submit, or do they want to divide the territory?

"What good food do you have here?" Lin Ye asked.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence once again.

Master Yideng was stunned.

The eminent monks behind him, including Master Kurong, were also stunned.

Although Zhao Yun and his civil and military officials had experience with this before, they still felt a sense of absurdity when they heard this familiar reason again.

So you went through all that trouble, opening up mountains and cutting off rivers, making such a big fuss, all just to ask, "What's good to eat?"

Master Yideng's lips twitched slightly.

He has lived for nearly a hundred years and has seen people seeking wealth, power, fame, martial arts manuals, and even immortality.

He had never seen anyone with that kind of power come to him asking which restaurant served the best food.

He felt that his Buddhist teachings were no longer sufficient.

"Replying...replying to benefactor." Master Yideng composed himself, trying to make his tone sound normal, "Dali is a remote place, and there are no delicacies to speak of. However, the vegetarian food at Tianlong Temple has some unique characteristics. If you don't mind, would you like to come to the temple with me for a chat and to sample some dishes?"

He could only go along with what the other person was saying.

He felt that this might be a test.

The other party's true purpose must be hidden beneath these seemingly absurd words and actions.

"Vegetarian food?" Lin Ye thought for a moment, "That's fine, let's try something new."

With that, he started walking towards Master Yideng.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun quickly followed, while giving Jia Sidao a wink.

Jia Sidao understood immediately and walked to Master Yideng's side, giving him a knowing look. He lowered his voice and said, "Master, the immortal prefers tranquility and dislikes worldly formalities. When we arrive at your temple, I don't need to instruct you on what to do, do I?"

Master Yideng glanced at him, said nothing, and silently turned around to lead the way.