Jiang River surged, flowing through countless mountains, its emerald waters irrigating hundreds of millions of acres of fertile land.

Where mountains and rivers converged, life inevitably gathered, forming villages or cities. A single mountain and river could sustain tens of thousands of people, while thousands of mountains and rivers could nourish hundreds of millions of commoners.

Dingbo Dao, under the jurisdiction of Qi Tang, bordered the 'Da Zhou Dynasty.' It had once been a border pass of Da Zhou before Qi Tang seized it in a battle decades ago.

Its territory was vast, containing thousands of mountains and rivers. Although it was mostly hills and swamps, it was still considered a fertile land, far superior to the bitterly cold 'Nanhua Dao.'

It and Nanhua Dao were situated east and west of Qi Tang, both near the East Sea.

Whoosh~

In the gentle breeze, a chariot pulled by exotic beasts sped along the straight but uneven official road, attracting timid glances from the sparse passersby.

"Legend has it that in some unknown age, the Milky Way fell to earth, and floods washed over the world, turning all continents into a vast ocean! A divine man named 'Yu' was born in the wild, extraordinary from birth. Abandoned in the wilderness, he was suckled by tigers and wolves, sheltered from the rain by Peng birds, and protected from the wind by giant pythons. A generation of holy kings, born extraordinary..."

Inside the slowly moving chariot, Lin Anxia sighed softly, "Who would have thought that the place where a generation of holy kings once controlled the floods and established their capital would have become like this..."

Beneath the raised curtain, Lin Anxia could clearly see the timid merchants on both sides, the bones faintly visible in the weeds, and the occasional stray dogs flashing by.

He had seen many such scenes on this journey, but now that he saw Dingbo Dao in such a state, he couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.

This was, after all, the legendary place where 'King Yu' established his capital.

Now it was so desolate, dilapidated, and the people lived in poverty. Even he, who never cared about such things, couldn't help but feel a little saddened.

Before entering the world of cultivation, he had once yearned for the prosperous age of King Yu, just like countless Confucian scholars.

Legend had it that King Yu stabilized the world and Confucius educated all living beings. That was the most beautiful era in ancient and modern times. Sadly, not a trace of it could be seen now.

Some even questioned whether King Yu and Confucius had ever really existed.

"In the past, the Zhenhai King killed a million armored soldiers of the Da Zhou Dynasty in a single battle. The corpses were burned for more than a year, attracting great demons to devour the remains, and even attracting tens of thousands of ghosts from the ghost realm. It's already good that it's not worse than this."

The one who replied was the armored youth sitting upright opposite Lin Anxia.

The youth was tall and slender. Although he couldn't be considered handsome, he was full of masculine energy. His tone was calm, but with the resounding sound of swords clashing.

And a hint of barely perceptible anger.

"Qiao Moke's karma is too heavy. If such a person became the ruler, it would definitely not be a blessing for us." Lin Anxia glanced at the youth.

The youth's official position was not high, only a Captain, but his status was even higher than his own.

Dingbo City had changed hands many times in the past, but whether it was Qi Tang or the Da Zhou Dynasty, or even other dynasties, none had neglected his family.

Because legend had it that they were descendants of that 'King Yu.'

Although not of the direct line, they were not someone ordinary people dared to provoke. Not only humans, but also many great demons in the world rarely dared to make enemies of the 'Si family.'

Si Weiyi nodded.

Of course, he didn't want to take sides, but the Si family naturally didn't have a good impression of Qiao Moke, who had almost destroyed their homeland. It was absolutely impossible for him to say anything good about him.

"Troops are gathering in Nanhua Dao. Qiao Moke has great prestige in the army. The only one who can compete with him is Brother Si Ming."

Lin Anxia looked at Si Weiyi.

Si Ming was the current head of the Si family. He had led troops in a long battle with Qiao Moke for many years. Although he had surrendered due to the situation, his strength could not be ignored.

More than half of his visit to Dingbo Dao was for Si Ming.

Si Weiyi shook his head and didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "I heard that Elder Lin has encountered 'divine enlightenment' and his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds. I wonder which great god has bestowed such grace?"

"How can the name of a divine sovereign be lightly spoken?"

Lin Anxia looked pious, but avoided the topic. He just smiled, knowing what Si Weiyi wanted to hear.

The Si family inherited from King Yu, but unfortunately, they were not the main line and seemed to lack King Yu's inheritance.

They had been exploring and searching for many years, just to find the divine weapon Lingyang Rod left behind by King Yu.

Legend had it that the loss of King Yu's divine weapon was related to the gods.

Sure enough, upon hearing the words "divine sovereign," Si Weiyi became even more interested and wanted to ask more.

Lin Anxia took the initiative to change the subject, "If there is a chance, I will introduce the Honorable God to Brother Weiyi, but we must not avoid discussing the matter at hand."

Si Weiyi's expression changed slightly.

"It's not that Si Weiyi is avoiding the topic, but that the Si family is not something he can decide!"

At this moment, a cold voice broke into the carriage and interrupted the two's conversation.

"Hmm?"

Lin Anxia's heart stirred, but Si Weiyi's expression immediately turned cold.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind blew up dust, lifting the curtain. A figure arrived with the wind, stopping in front of the carriage. The beasts pulling the carriage were startled, making restless, uneasy sounds.

"Who goes there?"

The armored guards driving the carriage drew their swords, as if facing a great enemy.

The beasts pulling the carriage were spiritual seeds captured from the deep mountains by the predecessors of Shenfeng Dao, cultivated for many years with various spiritual materials and elixirs. They were superior spiritual beasts selected from the best, and ordinary demons and evil spirits could not approach them. Their current alarm indicated a formidable enemy!

The few were like this, and the passersby were even more thrown into chaos and commotion.

Neigh～～

Amidst the chaos, Lin Anxia's pupils shrank. He saw a Confucian scholar in cloth robes standing indifferently amidst the swirling dust.

His aura was ethereal, as if he could ride the wind away at any moment, yet he stood like a mountain, his condensed energy permeating all directions, preventing people and animals from advancing or retreating.

"Lin Tong!"

Si Weiyi's eyes were cold as he recognized the person. His expression was full of fear: "Elder Lin is not resting in the Demon Slaying Hall, what are you doing in my Dingbo Dao?"

His words were cold, but Lin Anxia felt his body tense, even tremble slightly.

But he did not underestimate Si Weiyi, he himself was also facing a great enemy.

Because that was Lin Tong.

The current Great Elder of the Demon Slaying Hall!

Apart from the Demon Slaying Hall Master, who was rarely seen, he was the leader of the Demon Slaying Hall.

Even the current Demon Slaying Hall Master was his personal disciple.

Legend had it that he was born into a prominent Confucian family, was naturally intelligent, and was once hailed as the number one rising star in the Confucian school in eight thousand years, even surpassing Zeng Shen, the current master of the Confucian school.

However, such a person encountered a great change on the eve of succeeding as the master of the Confucian school. Since then, his temperament changed greatly, and he withdrew from the Confucian school to join the Demon Slaying Hall.

The Demon Slaying Hall also became famous in his hands, with piles of demon bones stacked like mountains, making countless demons turn pale at the mention of it.

However, he had rarely taken action in recent decades, but no one knew why he suddenly appeared in public.

"Si family, Shenfeng Dao." Lin Tong glanced at the two who were facing a great enemy, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Elder Lin has graced us with your presence, I wonder what important matter brings you here?"

Lin Anxia suppressed the throbbing in his heart and forced himself to speak, "If there is anything this junior can do to help, please speak frankly."

"There is indeed a place where you can be of use."

Lin Anxia was only being polite, but his face froze upon hearing this. Lin Tong ignored it and simply glanced at the two of them:

"A great figure wants to meet you..."