You've only been cultivating for a few years, and you're already talking about cultivating

The moment the light of "Shadow Insight" fell, He Bo felt as if his body had been pierced by something.

No, it's not about being pierced, but rather a feeling that one's "existence" is becoming blurred and thin.

He looked down and was horrified to find that his hands were turning transparent.

Transparency wasn't quite accurate; it was more like the ash from burnt-out incense in a censer, the kind of illusion that would dissipate with a gust of wind. The edges of his body began to blur, to drift, like a wisp of smoke that could be blown away at any moment.

"This is...this is..."

He panicked.

He has been the River God of the Ruyin River for only a little over a decade. But he has been cultivating in the realm of gods for over a century.

A hundred years ago, he was just an ordinary mortal who, by chance, followed a cultivator to practice.

Back then, he was full of hope, believing that cultivating immortality meant achieving eternal life and roaming freely across the world. But once he truly embarked on this path, he realized the truth.

Cultivating immortality is never an easy thing!

He still remembers that ordinary day.

The sun was shining brightly, and the master was meditating in front of his cave when he suddenly began to tremble violently.

He rushed over, but before he could even speak, strange flames burst forth from his master's body.

That was no ordinary fire, but an inextinguishable fire that burned from within.

The master screamed and rolled around, and in just a few breaths, he was burned to ashes.

When the wind blew, the ash scattered.

Nothing was left behind.

That year, my master was not yet sixty years old.

He knelt before the pile of ashes, trembling all over.

It was at that moment that he truly understood that cultivating immortality was not about being carefree, but about walking on the edge of a cliff.

Even if no one harms you, you can still "turn into dust" at any time.

He was afraid.

Therefore, when he learned about the path of "divine cultivation," he hardly hesitated.

Shedding his mortal body, he condenses his divine form with incense offerings, becoming one with the golden statue. He is worshipped by the people and revered by thousands. As long as the incense continues and the golden statue stands, he can exist for a long time.

The best part is that you don't have to go through tribulations!

All those calamities that terrified cultivators were irrelevant to him.

He thought he had finally found a safe and secure path.

But now, under the light in Qi Fei's hand, he felt a fear he had never felt before.

It's not that it's injured, not that it's weak, but that it's "not existing".

He looked up abruptly, the dignified and imposing look on his face gone, replaced by panic, fear, and the instinct for survival.

"My esteemed master!" His voice trembled. "We've always kept to ourselves, why must we do this... why must we do this..."

Qi Fei looked at him, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Didn't you say before that you wanted me to give you face?" he said casually. "What do you mean by 'keeping to ourselves'?"

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" River God waved his hands repeatedly, his posture humbled to the point of being utterly subservient.

"Since you dislike that Water Goddess, I'll have her serve you! She'll be your maid, serving tea and water without complaint!"

As he spoke, his face was plastered with a fawning smile.

Upon hearing his words, Qi Fei's hand continued to glow, but his gaze turned cold.

"What business is it of yours with those who pass by, to keep to your own devices?"

"How did they all sink to the bottom of the river?"

He was referring to the wronged souls who were manipulated by the Water Goddess.

They were perfectly fine crossing the river in life, but their boats were capsized, they sank to the bottom, and became unjustly killed ghosts. Not only were they dead, but their souls were also bound and transformed into vengeful spirits, to be driven by people.

They can remain submerged for more than ten years, or even decades.

How tragic!

How lamentable!

The River God paused for a moment, then replied matter-of-factly, "How can they be the same?"

Qi Fei smiled.

Yes, how can they be the same?

He roared, "You're right! How the hell can they be the same?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he used all his magic power, and the light of the "Shadow Recognition" in his hand suddenly surged!

The light, almost tangible, crashed violently into the River God.

The River God let out a miserable cry, his body trembled violently, and his smoke-like and misty form could no longer be maintained, so he suddenly shrank back!

"Whoosh!"

He transformed into a streak of light and hid inside the statue in the center of the main hall.

That was the main hall of the River God Temple, with a high altar upon which sat a clay statue, about ten feet tall, with gold.

The golden statue, wearing a jade crown and a python robe, with a majestic face, holds a jade tablet and looks down. For many years, countless people have burned incense and prayed here for peace.

At that moment, the golden statue's eyes suddenly lit up with a faint light, and the River God felt a mixture of relief and lingering fear.

"Phew... thank goodness for this golden body..."

This golden statue was formed from the incense offerings he received over the past ten years; it is a true "divine body".

Although the strange light in that kid's hand was powerful, the golden body was, after all, a real clay figure, not an illusory incarnation!

The clay statue with gold decorations did indeed block the eerie light.

But just as the River God breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a "thump".

Qi Fei jumped onto the altar.

He stood before the towering statue, looking up at its majestic face, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"You dodged pretty quickly."

The voice of the River God emanated from the statue, tinged with a hint of probing: "Immortal Master, Immortal Master! Can we reconcile? Whatever your request, please state it! I will grant anything!"

His tone was urgent, as if he was afraid Qi Fei would make a move.

"I also know a few star deities!" he hurriedly added. "Please do me the honor, I'll introduce you to him! He has connections, he has..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Fei raised his foot and kicked the statue.

"Thump!"

A dull thud echoed through the hall. The statue swayed, and some dust fell.

The River God's voice suddenly rose: "Immortal Master! Immortal Master, calm down! Let's talk this out!"

Qi Fei had already kicked out with his second kick.

"Thump!"

The statue swayed again, and the base creaked.

The River God panicked completely: "Immortal Master! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I'll give you anything you want! I'll even have the Water Goddess come to be your maid right now! Please forgive me!"

Qi Fei kicked out hard for the third time.

That kick was delivered with full force.

The statue, which was over ten feet tall, could no longer stand and crashed down from the altar, slamming heavily onto the ground with a deafening roar.

Dust flew everywhere.

The River God's voice abruptly stopped.

Qi Fei jumped off the altar and walked to the fallen statue.

The golden statue was still majestic, and the jade crown was still upright, but the way it lay on the ground looked rather disheveled.

Qi Fei raised his foot and stomped hard on that imposing face.

"Snap!"

"Snap, snap!"

With just a few kicks, the River God's majestic face cracked open, revealing a hollow clay figure inside.

Qi Fei did not stop.

He punched and kicked the golden statue.

With one punch, a hole appeared in the statue's body.

With one kick, the arm was broken in two.

With a thrust of his knee, the entire golden statue split open from the middle.

Dust flew everywhere, and debris flew in all directions.

What Gouba gods, what River God, they're nothing but a lump of mud!