After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

Lin Chu finished speaking.

The politeness on Ancestor Chi Lei's face completely disappeared.

A sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes turned cold.

What good is good fortune? A mortal is still a mortal. Even if one is surrounded by the incense offerings of countless families, one cannot change the fact that one is made of flesh and blood.

Without further ado, he waved his sleeve, and a bolt of purple lightning shot out from it, transforming into a giant electric python as thick as a bucket, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced toward Lin Chu.

Lin Chu raised his right hand and conjured a calligraphy brush, writing two characters in the air: "Looking at the Mountain".

The two words flashed with golden light, transforming into the phantom of a majestic mountain peak that blocked his way.

The electric python crashed into the mountain, exploding into a sky full of lightning, only causing the mountain's illusory image to sway slightly.

Old Ancestor Crimson Thunder snorted coldly, raised his right hand and waved it forward, and seven or eight bolts of lightning struck from different directions.

Lin Chu's fingers moved swiftly, drawing lines in the air like dragons and snakes—"A thousand troops and ten thousand horses."

The four golden characters dispersed, transforming into countless golden-armored knights, their hooves thundering as they charged forward against the lightning.

Golden light and purple lightning collided in mid-air, the roar shaking the Huai River.

Old Ancestor Chi Lei's expression began to turn ugly.

Having lived for thousands of years, I have seen many mortals who practice official techniques, but I have never seen anyone who can use qi to this extent, transforming every word into form and every sentence into soldiers.

He retreated rapidly, simultaneously drawing a short sword wreathed in purple lightning from his sleeve. He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the sword.

The short sword swelled in the wind, transforming into a purple rainbow as it slashed towards Lin Chu.

Lin Chu remained unfazed.

"A lone plume of smoke rises straight from the desert, the setting sun hangs round over the long river." These ten words fell into the air, and the world suddenly changed.

A vast, illusory desert stretched out before him, with a lone plume of smoke rising like a pillar and the setting sun like a wheel.

The purple rainbow slashed into the illusory desert landscape, its momentum worn away by layers of yellow sand. Finally, it stopped in front of the setting sun, where it was gently flicked away by the golden halo of light.

"Good technique." Ancestor Crimson Thunder reached out and recalled his short sword, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and qi.

This mortal's fortune was even greater than he had anticipated, almost to the point of becoming tangible.

Master Mo Yuan, who was watching from the sidelines, frowned. Instead of making a move, he took a step back.

The other six Nascent Soul cultivators exchanged glances and attacked simultaneously.

The light from the six magical treasures bombarded from different directions: a flying sword, a precious seal, a copper hammer, a whisk, a golden bowl, and a jade flute.

Each of the divine abilities at the Nascent Soul level is enough to flatten a mountain.

Lin Chu narrowed his eyes, stretched out his left hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and a golden light barrier blocked in front of him.

The six magical treasures struck it, exploding into a sky full of sparks.

"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come down from the sky—" Lin Chu began to recite.

The phantom of the Yellow River descended from the sky, a roaring golden river sweeping across the heavens, directly engulfing a flying sword and a precious seal.

The flying sword was tossed about by the river, and the precious seal sank to the bottom of the river and could not move.

"Flowing to the sea never to return—" The river, carrying the two magical treasures, rushed towards the horizon, directly separating them from the battlefield.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators turned pale and simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood. Their natal magic treasures had been forcibly severed from their connection, and their primordial spirits had suffered severe injuries.

"Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall reflecting the sorrow of white hair—" Lin Chu's voice echoed in the rain.

A huge bronze mirror appeared in the air, its surface reflecting the remaining four Nascent Soul cultivators.

Under the mirror's light, a white-haired cultivator suddenly groaned. His hair turned even whiter and more withered at a visible speed, and his face aged rapidly. He was horrified to discover that a large portion of his lifespan had been cut off by the mirror's light.

The other three were terrified and desperately tried to back away.

……

A chaotic battle ensued.

Two cups of tea's time passed.

Thunderstorms continued to rage over the Huai River, but the situation on the battlefield had completely changed.

None of the six Nascent Soul cultivators could stand firm.

Two were barely breathing, one was kneeling on one knee on a cloud with a face as pale as paper, and the other three, though barely standing, had eyes full of fear.

Old Ancestor Chi Lei was panting heavily, his hair was disheveled, and his purple robe was torn in several places.

He stared intently at Lin Chu.

How can a mere mortal possess such good fortune?

Master Mo Yuan stood on a cloud in the distance, without making a move from beginning to end.

He is different from Ancestor Chi Lei.

He still has some lifespan left and hope to make further progress in his cultivation. There's no need for him to fight to the death with a mortal who's exhausted.

Moreover, attacking a saint like Lin Chu, who has received countless offerings from the world, would incur enormous karmic consequences.

Even if he wins, the backlash from Heaven will be enough to give him a hard time.

So he just watched from afar, and Old Ancestor Chi Lei was not surprised at all.

Lin Chu stood in the void, the bloodstains on his green robe diluted by the rain, and his face looked a few years older than before he made his move.

The energy within my body was depleted too much in the battle just now.

Catching his breath, he glanced at Ancestor Chi Lei and the few remaining soldiers behind him, and said coldly.

"Get out of here!"

Ancestor Chi Lei's expression shifted between light and dark.

He began to regret it.

I underestimated the luck of this mortal.

But it's too late to retreat now. In the battle just now, his already depleted lifespan was further reduced by the mirror light. Even if he survives to return, he won't live for long.

Moreover, he had already attacked Lin Chu, and the cause and effect had already been established.

He might not be able to withstand the karmic backlash from attacking a saint on earth.

Either way, it's all the same – death.

A hint of madness flashed in the eyes of the Crimson Thunder Ancestor.

Taking advantage of the moment Lin Chu paused to catch her breath, he flipped his right hand, and a jet-black longbow appeared in his palm.

There was no arrow on the bowstring, but the moment he drew it back, lightning from heaven and earth converged wildly, transforming into a dark purple arrow.

The bowstring twanged, and a cold light shot straight for Lin Chu's heart!

Lin Chu dodged to the side, and the arrow pierced through his right shoulder, spraying blood everywhere.

He groaned and swayed, but did not fall down.

He glanced at the wound on his shoulder, then looked up at the distorted face of the Crimson Thunder Ancestor and sighed softly.

Why bother?

Lin Chu raised his right hand, and the energy within his body surged out like a flood bursting its banks.

Ancestor Chi Lei looked up in horror, only to see the clouds above him being forcibly torn apart by a force.

A huge golden seal slowly descended from the clouds, with four ancient characters engraved on its bottom: "The world belongs to all."

"town."

Lin Chu finished speaking.

The seal plummeted downwards at an incredible speed. Ancestor Crimson Thunder tried to escape, but felt himself locked in place by an invisible force.

As the seal slammed down, Ancestor Crimson Thunder let out a piercing scream, and then all sound ceased.

The fragments of the robe and the dull short sword fell from the sky, only to be swept away by the waves of the Huai River and disappear without a trace.

Only a jet-black longbow remained, floating in the air.

Upon witnessing this scene, the several Nascent Soul cultivators dared not linger any longer and activated their secret techniques, transforming into streaks of light that scattered and fled.

Lin Chu did not give chase, and waved his hand to put away the longbow.

Master Mo Yuan stood on a distant cloud, coldly watching all of this, then decisively turned around and transformed into a streak of black light, disappearing into the depths of the rain.

Seeing him fly away, Lin Chu couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood fell onto the faded blue shirt, but was quickly diluted by the rain.

He looked even older, with white hair plastered to his forehead, making him appear even more listless.

That's how officialdom works; fifty years of accumulation can be exhausted in a single day.

But to recover from that would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes to sense the remaining energy within his body.

A moment later, Lin Chu breathed a sigh of relief; it was still enough.

He glanced in the direction where Master Moyuan had disappeared, and after confirming that the person showed no sign of returning, he turned around, transformed into a faint golden light, and flew towards Cang Yao's direction.

……

Meanwhile, Cangyao had already traversed most of Jingzhou.

From the upper reaches of the Huai River downstream, she used the force of the mountain torrents, her dragon-like silhouette breaking through layers of waves without stopping for a moment.

The rain grew heavier, the thunder grew more frequent, and the lightning nearly tore the entire sky apart.

Secretly, many sects were watching and observing.

A reclusive hermit stood on the clouds, watching the phantom of the dragon traversing the floodwaters, his face filled with emotion.

"How long has it been since the demon race caused such a commotion in the Vast Domain?"

Another old man beside him shook his head: "It's just a pity that after cultivating for so many years, he still has to perish here in the end."

Yes, when the demon race travels along the river and before they reach the sea, the dynasties within the territory need to send officials who have achieved mastery of cultivation to intercept and kill them.

This is a rule jointly established by the three founders of human religions after the war between humans and demons ended.