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The towering cliff stands like a solid wall, barring the sea from advancing. Even the mightiest waves can't breach its defenses.

“A treacherous mountain and raging waters...”

Qin Sang climbed to the top of the cliff and looked ahead, thinking to himself.

He crossed the sea and easily found the land that Tianmu Die had seen before.

Far and near views, landscapes are vastly different.

From a high vantage point, one can see towering mountains stretching as far as the eye can see. They rise abruptly from the ground like countless steep cliffs. Between the mountains, clouds and mist swirl, making for treacherous terrain that rivals even the Nanman regions of Zhongzhou in its danger.

"There are probably many strange creatures here, not suitable for ordinary people to survive. I wonder if the beings of this realm are as weak as those in the storm world..."

With the path ahead unclear, Qin Sang deliberately restrained his aura. His true essence was restricted and he couldn't easily use his divine sense to awaken the Sky-Eyed Butterfly to observe the mountain's qi.

Before enlightenment, only a few demons and monsters instinctively understood the power of concealing their aura. Most didn't know how to restrain their energy, and among demonkind, strength was paramount. Not only did they not conceal their power, but the stronger they were, the more they flaunted it.

By gazing upon the clouds in the mountains, one can gain a glimpse of the truth.

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Unexpectedly, at first glance, the result surprised Qin Sang greatly.

Although the front is shrouded in mist and clouds, it is all condensed water vapor, surprisingly clear.

He had lived on the demon island for over ten years, but even a single forest was home to hundreds of demons. This place was almost devoid of demonic aura. The difference between these two areas was so vast, it was truly strange.

Such a scene is either due to a powerful demon lurking nearby, causing other demons to avoid the area. Or there might be someone who slays demons and pacifies evil spirits, cleansing the mountains and rivers.

The Sky-Eye Butterfly has exceptional eyesight and can see extremely far. Its field of vision extends to a continuous line of mountains in the distance, with no end in sight. Looking left and right, there also seems to be no boundary.

Qin Sang did not stay on the clifftop for too long. He leapt down, like a tiger pouncing down a mountain, silently flitting through the forest.

He moved with incredible speed, dashing through the dense forest without making a sound. His figure was like a ghost, and his presence was even fainter than before, relying solely on his physical strength.

The Heavenly Eye Butterfly perched on his left shoulder, alert to its surroundings. Such caution was taken to guard against the presence of powerful demons.

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In one breath, he leaped over dozens of mountains and ridges, but there was still no sign of the demon or human habitation. There was a strange stillness in the mountains, which made Qin Sang frown slightly. He stopped on top of a mountain ahead, twitching his nose, then fixed his gaze on the left front, his eyes narrowing slightly.

After a moment's contemplation, Qin Sang slightly altered his direction and dashed toward it. As he got closer, he slowed down, raised his hand to form a seal, and circulated his qi and blood. His skin faintly shimmered with a layer of golden light.

This is the Sixth Golden Gang Heavenly Armor Seal of Master Fu Yin from the Seven Masters. Once used, it creates an armor-like skin, incredibly strong and resilient, a powerful defensive divine ability.

As 《Heaven Demon Refining Body》 entered its fourth layer's mid-stage, Qin Sang gradually mastered this seal.

The Seventh Seal Vajra Great Freedom Seal, because Qin Sanggang had only just broken through recently, he hadn't yet grasped the subtleties of this seal.

As soon as the mark was imprinted, his figure suddenly seemed heavier. He took a step forward and soon saw two boulders facing each other ahead, leaving a narrow fissure between them wide enough for two people to walk side by side. It seemed there was a lot of space inside.

He jumped into the fissure with a light step, and after walking a few steps forward, there was indeed a valley ahead.

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This valley is nestled between three mountains. Because the cliffs of the three mountains are all curved, a natural elliptical sinkhole has been formed. River water flows in from the mountain peaks, forming a pool.

Seeing the scene at the bottom of the Heaven's Pit, Qin Sang's pupils constricted slightly.

The pit was piled high with countless skeletons. The water flowing in became contaminated, and the bones were stacked layer upon layer. Those at the bottom were soaked in the foul stench of corpse water, while those on top were exposed to the sunlight, revealing their ghastly white bone fragments.

It looked like a sacrificial ground!

The chasm was deathly silent, with the sun blazing high overhead. Although it should have been the most vibrant time of day, inside it was frigid and desolate.

Qin Sang beckoned, drawing over a segment of white bone. He examined it carefully and murmured, "Demon bone!"

Not only this one, but the entire Heaven's Pit is filled with corpses of various demonic creatures!

But these skeletons couldn't be used to forge treasures, their essence had been drained. Many of the corpses had also been disemboweled, their internal organs vanished.

Qin Sang only then understood why there were no monsters running rampant. It turned out they had all been exterminated.

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There are only the carcasses of demon beasts here, because after the grass and tree spirits have their spiritual bodies devoured, they become just like ordinary dead plants and don't need to be deliberately thrown here.

This is not the way of slaying demons, but rather a case of monsters devouring each other. The culprit is cunning and intelligent.

Qin Sang discarded the white bone and leaped out of the celestial pit, heading straight to the depths. Along the way, he didn't encounter any other demon beasts.

Continuing forward, after crossing countless mountain ranges, the terrain finally began to ease. After traveling for a while longer, Qin Sang flew into the sky and looked out. His expression moved slightly as he gazed towards his right, where there seemed to be houses and pavilions.

He immediately changed direction and sped up, confirming that it was indeed a city.

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Halfway through their journey, Qin Sang saw humans from this world for the first time.

An elder and a youngster walked along the mountain path. They were both ordinary people, with limbs, senses, seven orifices, no different from humans in the world of wind and storms.

The old man had a long beard down to his chin, walked with vigor, and looked hale and hearty.

A boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, followed behind, carrying a schoolbag and muttering some scriptures with a distracted expression. He would occasionally ask the elder something.

Qin Sang listened intently for a while, then sent a strand of his divine sense into the young man's school bag. After glancing through the few books inside, a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This world's words and the tempestuous world are actually from the same lineage. He didn't need any spells to roughly understand the content of the book!

This was a huge surprise to Qin Sang. The states of the Windstorm Realm were all part of the same realm, so using the same language made sense. But different Xiaoqian worlds Could they all have originated from the same Daoist lineage

Qin Sang descended from the clouds, transforming into a cloud-walking Taoist, emerging from the mountains and forests.

Both the old and young were startled. The old man pulled the young man behind him.

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"This father-in-law is very polite."

Qin Sang bowed and imitated their tone.

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The old man saw that it was a Taoist priest, his apprehension vanished instantly, he didn't even dare to speak, and hurriedly returned the salute.

Here, the Daoist's status seems quite high

Qin Sang muttered to himself, then said, "As a wandering hermit, I came here and unfortunately lost my way in the mountains. I'm fortunate enough to finally see a living person, but I have no idea where this place is."

Upon hearing that he was a wandering Taoist priest, the old man became even more respectful. "Respectfully informing the Daoist Master, ten or so miles ahead there is a ferry crossing. Take a boat and you will reach Bai Long Ferry soon. From Bai Long Ferry, follow the river downstream directly to Floating Dragon City…"

Qin Sang glanced back, thinking to himself that although these two were stronger than ordinary people in the Storm Realm, they couldn't possibly be a match for a monster. The fact that they could survive here meant there must be cultivators protecting them within the city.

He thought for a moment, then asked, "I wonder where the two of you are going. Would it be possible for me to accompany you"

"Reporting to the Daoist Master, a close relative of mine in Bailongdu has passed away, and I am going to attend the funeral..."

The old man mumbled in reply, not daring to refuse Qin Sang's request.

Three people walked along the earthen path. The elder was reserved in his manner, while the young man was full of curiosity.

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The old man hesitated, unable to scold the young man in front of Qin Sang. His face was full of worry, afraid that the boy's words would be inappropriate and offend this Daoist priest.

Qin Sang used a little trickery to make them let down their guard and reveal everything they knew.

After some conversation, I learned that the place he was currently in was called Jiulong Country. Most of the places in the country had "dragon" in their names, and the large city ahead was called Fúlóng City.

As he expected, Taoists held a revered status in Jiulong Country, enjoying royal patronage and utmost respect from itinerant Taoists as well.

According to the old man, this was the case in several neighboring countries. Taoists entering and leaving the mountains were not required to show passes, and officials would even come forward to greet them.

As they spoke, the ferry came into view.

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“Does your father-in-law live outside the city Is he not afraid of the monsters in the mountains”

Qin Sang looked at the old man and asked.

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In this world, birds, beasts, and plants are extremely sensitive to spirits and cultivation. Even ordinary people will definitely see this often.

Before the elder could speak, the young man spoke crisply: "We are protected by City God and White Dragon Jun. Demons dare not cross the threshold!"

When it came to talking about City God and White Dragon Jun, the young man's face was full of reverence.

Qin Sang had also learned that the so-called City God, referred to the deity enshrined in a City God temple in Fulong City.

Bai Long Jun is the river god of this river ahead.

In the Kingdom of Jiulong, people revere deities and ancestors. This is true throughout the country. Every year in Fulong City, there are ceremonies to honor the City God and River God. Even villagers who live outside the city pay their respects every year. At the national level, there are even edicts issued stating that those who fail to worship face severe punishments.

Such situations are not uncommon even in the human world of the storm realm.

However, all deities are false, mostly for the purpose of swindling money. Even if there are deities who truly protect one side, they are merely monks pretending to be spirits.

Although the people of Kowloon revere gods, what's good is that religious ceremonies are led by the government, so commoners don't need to offer expensive tributes. Therefore, all their offerings are made with sincerity and devotion.

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Qin Sang thought to himself, the gods may not be real, but there must be beings that can frighten demons and protect one side. Respecting the gods is not unfounded.

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Unfortunately, although the two of them had heard many stories about divine and miraculous deeds, they had never seen them with their own eyes. Qin Sang could not determine the origins of the City God and Bai Longjun.

At this time, the old man patted the boy's head and continued, "As long as you don't go deep into the mountains, there's no need to be afraid. Ordinary people in our village have never seen a monster dare to enter our homes. But after entering the mountains, it's uncertain. It is said that many people who gather medicine or chop wood have mysteriously disappeared in the mountains. Our village is not far from the mountains, and sometimes we are awakened by strange noises coming from the mountains even in our dreams. However, it has been much quieter recently. It must be that the City God and White Dragon Prince have sent their celestial soldiers to suppress them..."

If it were truly the work of deities and celestial soldiers, quelling demons, would they be so brutally consuming a demon's viscera and essence

By this time, they had reached the ferry landing.

A wooden pier hosted a small sampan with several villagers already aboard. The boatman was about to raise his oar when he saw another person approaching and loudly urged him to hurry up.

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Upon seeing the Taoist priest Qin Sang's attire, the villagers all showed reverence and were willing to squeeze together to make room for him. Even the boatman wore a respectful expression and dared not ask for fare.

The little boat floated downstream.

Qin Sang ignored the gazes of others, silently pondering her next itinerary.

He had imagined all sorts of scenarios, even suspecting this place might be the demon realm, devoid of any human presence. He never expected it to be like this.

Where there are humans, there must be cultivators, and there will surely be a solution!

Let's go and have a look in the city first. After all, who exactly are Bai Long Jun and the City God

As this thought crossed my mind, I saw the small boat turn at a bend in the river. Ahead of it, the wide river stretched straight out, and Bai Long Bridge stood at the end of this stretch.

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Qin Sang was about to get up and go to the bow to take a closer look, when the Tianmu Butterfly hidden on his shoulder suddenly fluttered its wings.

He gave a quick glance at the solitary peak by the riverbank, then scanned Bai Long Ferry, and settled down without moving.

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The river surface was calm, the boat sped swiftly, and in no time it arrived at Bailong Ferry.

Qin Sang acted like an ordinary person, following the old and young off the boat.

At this time, amidst the bustling noise of the ferry dock, came the sound of drums and cymbals. In the distance, a procession of honor guards was approaching.

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Ahead stood a Taoist priest in a pale yellow robe, one hand holding a ghost-catching staff and the other shaking a golden bell.

Behind the Taoist priest, people were lined up in two rows. The first few held offerings of three animals and fruits, a soul-calling banner, and official nameplates. Following them were two men carrying a pair of large drums, accompanied by a band of musicians.

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A drummer followed by people carrying a black sedan chair for the deceased, adorned with paper-made lamp stands, stove stands, and flower stands, all accompanied by eight embroidered large umbrellas that perfectly matched. The scene was resplendent with flowers and brilliant colors.

Next came a coffin, carried on poles by thirty-two bearers. A long procession of mourners in black followed, sons and grandsons wailing with grief. Beside them, people held paper figures and offerings, even more numerous than the family members dressed in mourning clothes.

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The Taoist walked with a measured gait, chanting scriptures rhythmically, his head shaking and nodding, appearing like a shamanistic performance to onlookers, rather comical.

At one time, the drums, cymbals, and bells all rang out together. The music and dancing went down to the river bank.

Seeing the honor guard, the old man cried out in alarm, "Why is it so early today"

Seeing a chance, he swiftly grabbed the boy and rushed forward.

At this moment, Qin Sang took a long look at the coffin, then suddenly reached out to stop the two men. "As a poor monk, I wish to seek some food in return for your kindness in guiding me. I hope you will not refuse, sir."

The old and young were eager to go to the funeral, but they didn't know what had gotten into their heads. They followed Qin Sang in a different direction, looking as usual as they walked into a tavern.

Qin Sang ordered some food.

The old and the young completely forgot their purpose for this trip and devoured their food with gusto.

Qin Sang held his wine glass, his gaze passing through the window. He just happened to see a Taoist priest leading a procession along the riverbank road, until they stopped in front of a stone-carved temple.

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The temple was only half a person's height, and there were no statues inside. There was only an offering tablet, which must have been the shrine to the White Dragon Master.

The Taoist had someone set up an incense altar with offerings and stood the summoning banner in front of it. The Taoist himself stood before the altar, stepping and stomping in a ritual pattern, reciting scriptures.

The drums and gongs fell silent, and even the filial sons and grandsons ceased their weeping. All that could be heard were the ringing bells echoing across the river.

He listened to the Taoist priest reciting scriptures, performing a ritual to atone for the deceased. He also wanted to invite Bai Longjun into the altar to testify, escort the departed soul, and relieve their karmic burdens.

The Taoist's actions were methodical and precise, flowing smoothly like water. They would be enough to fool ordinary people.

It had been a long time, and Qin Sang hadn't felt any movement in the river or the temple.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out in the ranks of the guard of honor.

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The Taoist turned his head and glared, a displeased expression on his face. Just as he was about to reprimand them, he suddenly heard a series of 'dong dong dong' knocking sounds.

"Click!"

The iron nail hammered into the corner of the coffin flew off.

The Taoist's face turned pale, he clutched his robes and ran away. The rest were even more terrified, screaming in unison: "No! It's risen! It's risen!"

'Boom!'

The coffin burst apart.

Wood splintered and a dark shadow shot out, charging towards the nearest person. It looked human, but its face was covered in green hair.

A wave of astonishment swept through Bai Longdu.

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At that moment, Qin Sang's arm holding the wine glass paused slightly. His gaze, which had been sweeping across the solitary peak on the opposite bank and a patch of grass outside Bailong Pass, suddenly retracted and focused on the temple altar.

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