On Cold Mountain once dwelt cranes, beside the “Not Old” spring nestled within its slopes.

Later, upon the great defeat of the demon race, the heavenly demon Crane Qingsong, a scion of the Cold Mountain Crane clan, employed supreme divine power to relocate the Not Old spring.

The old scholar of Ji Mountain was originally bound to the Cold Mountain.

Thus, it was said that Cold Mountain, lacking cranes, was but an empty echo of its former self – “Calling Empty Cold Mountain.”

It became a fiefdom for Jiang Wang, the Marquis of Wu An in Great Qi, and Chong Xuan Sheng, the Marquis of Bo Wang in Great Qi.

The Not Old spring is a supreme treasure of the present world, born of countless years and myriad coincidences, seemingly ordained by heaven itself.

Bai Lai, the stream, flowed through Not Old Mountain, born within it, living by its side…

Even as powerful as the heavenly demon Crane Qingsong, who rebuilt the foundations of the Cold Mountain Crane clan, he could only watch helplessly as the Not Old spring gradually withered.

Even as powerful as the heavenly demon Hua Ting, who single-handedly revived the Crane clan, he could not restore its vitality.

In the demon world, countless years had proven: a Not Old spring removed from Not Old Mountain was destined to wither.

If it were to save itself, there was only one possibility: to “go home”!

It belonged neither to the demon race nor to the human race; it belonged to the present world.

And the present world is now under human dominion, human will being as heaven’s will.

Rather than saying Guan Wang’s victory over Spider Lan Ruo in their contest secured the Not Old spring, it is more accurate to say that the grand momentum fostered by humanity’s countless years of suppressing the demon race had already decided the “name” and the “portion.”

The struggle for the Not Old spring was but a shadow of the larger conflict between the human and demon races.

With the grand momentum rolling onward, who truly played the part of the praying mantis raising its arms against the chariot?

Was it Jiang Qingyang, bitterly struggling in the Divine Snow world, or was it the demon race, imprisoned in the Heaven Prison world, unable to even extricate themselves from the Civilization Basin?

Jiang Wang was originally at the end of his rope, his vitality extinguished by a single sword strike, his spiritual consciousness shattered.

But at this moment… his body, covered in scars, plummeted into the depths of the Not Old spring.

The entire Not Old spring seemed to become a vast, surging vessel, and he lay at the constricted neck of this vessel.

He who brewed wine in the rice jar hall of Not Old Mountain, he who possessed the mountain’s authority, was the true master of this Not Old spring.

Through countless battles of life and death, he had received the honorific seal of the present world, and now came to summon this treasure of the present world.

The heavy, deathly “spring water” of the Not Old spring now surged and rushed, like a wanderer returning home, madly pouring into his body!

The life force, belonging only to the Not Old spring, rapidly repaired his physical shell, which had been pushed to its limits. Home was eternal, never-ending; drop by drop could merge into a single draught, drinking it could grant longevity.

The fist print on his chest instantly filled, fingers sprouted from where they had been severed, hair rapidly covered his bald head, the wound in his heart from a palm strike – all healed as if by magic.

Since escaping Frost Wind Valley, he had never possessed a truly healthy body; now, all old ailments vanished, as if he were newborn!

Lu Qilang, suspended high in the sky, had watched with his own eyes as that human race’s heavenly proud son was defeated, his life breath already withered.

He had clearly personally ignited this person’s “fireworks,” yet after the explosion of the spiritual domain, a familiar yet strange opponent with red eyes opened them at the bottom of the Not Old spring.

He of course noticed Jiang Wang’s hand, which, even at the moment of death, as divine intent scattered, still tightly clutched his longsword.

At this moment, his five fingers gradually loosened, then gradually tightened again. It seemed as if he was reacquainting himself with this body.

Just in the next moment.

That almost endless Not Old spring water completely vanished.

It condensed into a block of green jade bead, clinging tightly to Jiang Wang’s heart.

Precisely in the center of his rekindled five mansions, illuminated by the light of the Heavenly Mansion.

And he stood in the now-dry spring bottom, his entire body faintly emanating a sanguine aura.

Amidst the circling red flames and the Frost Wind, that naked flesh, interpreting strength and beauty…

A green shirt suddenly appeared, elegant as an immortal!

The life force from the Not Old spring was so abundant, the surging blood even instantly filled his Ruyi Immortal Clothes, causing them to immediately restore, fresh as new!

And it left no time for Lu Qilang to register much shock.

When he once again met Jiang Wang’s gaze, the green shirt had already transformed into a green rainbow!

The almost infinite expanse of blood propelled Jiang Wang’s speed to its limit.

Lu Qilang only had time to draw his sword and block horizontally, only to be cleaved upwards, body and sword together, cleaved into the sea of clouds.

Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the shock in his eyes was entirely covered by the golden glory of the Ten Thousand Gods Sea.

Too fast, too heavy, too strong!

Jiang Wang’s black, lustrous long hair fluttered in the wind, swimming within the surging blood, causing a faint blood mist to surround his body.

More so, pieces of red flame, like a shining deity, and strands of flowing wind, seemingly embracing a fallen immortal. Chains of broken blue cloud shadows extended from his feet, always reaching towards the Ten Thousand Gods Sea, like the legendary azure cloud ladder of ascension.

I come to ascend to heaven and cleave a god, I come to draw my sword and question demons!

He then walked upon this “azure cloud ladder,” his Frost cloak fluttering, his sword light blinding.

With a distant sword finger, he employed the Eight Winds, led by the Bu Zhou wind, instantly locking Ling Xihua’s entire body, and a magnificent, dazzling red flame male city descended upon him head-on.

At this moment, the sword manifested ten thousand laws, the eight winds connecting the dragon and tiger to the burning city of flame flowers!

He had cleaved Lu Qilang away, yet did not pursue.

Looking at Lu Qilang, his red eyes slightly turned, then immediately caught Spider Lan Ruo’s gaze.

The war of divine souls had reopened.

Naturally, the Toward Heaven Que suppressed from the air, the Buddha’s hand reached out from the door, its five fingers transforming into the Six Desires.

And before Lu Qilang could turn back from the cloud sea near the “azure cloud ladder,” Jiang Wang’s sword had already struck first!

It was still a single-word sword.

But so fierce, so surging, like the flood of history, carrying countless heroic figures.

Coming to the demon world, he had understood some history he hadn’t grasped before, and had re-recognized the human race.

He had a more profound understanding of the demon world, of the present world…

But it was only at this moment that he had enough strength and a capable body to interpret it.

Technique against Ling Xihua, divine suppression of Spider Lan Ruo, sword point at Lu Qilang.

The human race’s heavenly proud son, Jiang Wang, attacked three demon kings simultaneously!

Not fighting and retreating, not touching and leaving, not first this then that…

Simultaneously!

Head-on confrontation!

Continuous pressure!

Too arrogant!

Although Spider Lan Ruo’s divine power was exhausted, and Ling Xihua’s arm was broken, they were after all genuine new kings of the Heavenly List with battle prowess.

Surveying the entire list of new kings on the Heavenly List, who dared to claim they could face three enemies at once?

But placed on Jiang Wang’s body at this time, it was not absurd; rather, it was as it should be!

His behavior was indeed arrogant, but he indeed possessed the qualification to be arrogant.

Spider Lan Ruo naturally did not only possess the Lan Yin Xu Guo, nor did she only have sound-killing techniques sufficient to contend with Jiang Wang; in the instant she lost control of the Not Old spring, though shocked, she was not in chaos.

She lightly lifted a jade finger, the broken string then flew out of her hand, horizontally before her; this horizontal motion seemed to cleave open a heavenly barrier.

And her fingertip again circled, two fingers pulling apart, pulling out five lines of spiritual consciousness.

Strings of light, now hidden, now present, covered the eight hundred zhang around her body.

They crossed vertically and horizontally, connected to each other, and moved with the wind, playing different music.

It was unclear whether they were spider silk or zither strings.

But her heart was like a double silk net with a thousand knots.

Her string domain was questioned in this manner!

In the external world outside her body, splendid firelight, trapped in layer upon layer of nets, infinitely approached her, yet remained infinitely distant.

In the divine soul world, the five-light, six-desire Buddha palm descended, yet was cut open by string after string controlling the Lan Yin Xu Guo of Spider Lan Ruo; the six desires were indeed not easily stirred.

And how could she be willing for the Not Old spring to be taken away? How could she be willing to only defend inch by inch?

Her gaze was caught by Jiang Wang; she did not escape.

Avoiding was impossible; she stared firmly into Jiang Wang’s eyes, their gazes intertwining as if in a deadly struggle, and that broken string moved again, changing from horizontal to a vertical string tail pressing upon the layered string light, pulled back to the limit, like a bow fully drawn; and then this single vertical broken string, like a flying arrow, borrowed the force of her string domain, sent forth with a single thought, the arrow pointing at Jiang Wang’s heart, precisely against that green jade bead!

It was sent forth with a thought, arriving with a thought, unavoidable, truly possessing several points of karmic destiny.

And it was not only Spider Lan Ruo in desperation.

The heavily wounded and one-armed Ling Xihua, still in the process of fleeing, was immobilized, spiritual flames burning and breaking the eight winds, the burning city of flame flowers descending upon him.

In that formation of flames, water, and horse-like dragons, infinite fear arose within him; Jiang Wang’s Three Flavors True Fire had already burned through his spiritual flames many times.

If he had truly reached Xiong San Si’s step, truly become a spirit race, his spiritual flames would not have been so easily broken.

But at this moment, it was too late to say anything; this city of flames was of course not built with the Three Flavors True Fire, but the Three Flavors True Fire was the core integrating this flame city.

It helped the fire power grow while also acting like a sharp knife held to his throat.

Ling Xihua decisively threw; his only remaining arm also left his body, instantly burning in spiritual flames, transforming into a bone-colored, blood-patterned throwing spear, piercing out of the flame city, rushing towards Jiang Wang to kill him. This throwing spear combined strength and speed, causing space itself to emit a continuous buzzing sound.

Having lost most of his power, the body he left inside the flame city was instantly burned to flying ash.

And that bone-colored, blood-patterned throwing spear, in the process of rushing towards Jiang Wang to kill him, instantly swelled open, growing four limbs.

He stared at Jiang Wang with deadly eyes, his gaze almost filled with blood color; his face showed that he realized he could not escape, so he wanted to desperately fight!

At this moment, Ling Xihua was weaker than at any other time, but also more dangerous than at any other time.

He seemed as thin as a single sheet of paper, but if the paper moved… it could also kill people!

Furthermore, Lu Qilang, who had been cleaved into the Ten Thousand Gods Sea by a single sword, even without wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, once again pierced out of the Ten Thousand Gods Sea with his sword. Five demon race new kings of the Heavenly List, surrounding and killing one human race heavenly proud son, had already killed two demon kings; if the opponent was still allowed to retreat with the entire Not Old spring, what face would he, Lu Qilang, have left? Truly better to just accept the sword and die!

Directly facing that majestic blood, directly facing that magnificent sword carrying the continuous history of the human tide.

He relied on the Dong Shi sword light, the extreme sword intent, and what he drew upon at this moment, opening out a rose heart.

At this moment, his life force was also flourishing, his divine intent extremely clear.

At this moment, his spiritual consciousness counter-invaded Jiang Wang, causing flowers to bloom everywhere in Jiang Wang’s four seas and five mansions.

Sword against sword, god against god.

What was called divine fragrance?!

The three great demon kings launched a counterattack at the same time; this pressure was absolutely not a simple one plus one, but multiplied to an immense degree.

But Jiang Wang, stepping on the azure cloud ladder at this moment, still did not look at Lu Qilang!

His sunlight still locked onto Spider Lan Ruo’s gaze; that red-gold immortal pupil light, within it, opened a battle of causality entangled with light, gradually killing it clean.

At this moment, Spider Lan Ruo’s vision had already extinguished; in the struggle of gazes, she temporarily lost her sight.

It was also difficult to again control her flying string arrow.

This arrow was indeed fast, accurate, and fierce, arriving much earlier than the offensives of Lu Qilang and Ling Xihua.

But Jiang Wang, only after strangling Spider Lan Ruo’s gaze, extended his hand and grabbed!

His left hand, which caged the faint light of the Fire Cauldron Seal, grabbed this broken string arrow.

This string was too sharp; not only did it continue forward under the restraint of his palm, but it also cracked and wounded his palm, emitting a teeth-grinding friction sound against his finger bones!

The faint light was instantly shattered by the strike, and his hand shone with the light of the Heavenly Mansion again!

But finally, he grabbed the tail of the string.

This string arrow suddenly hung down like a dead snake.

Jiang Wang did not look at Lu Qilang, nor did he spare a glance for Ling Xihua.

He only used the Toward Heaven Que to temporarily counter-suppress his four seas and five mansions, restraining the spread of flowers.

And the majestic life force transmitted from the Not Old jade bead was urged by him almost infinitely, pouring into the momentum of his sword.

The rolling human tide went toward heaven!

Lu Qilang was completely flipped!

Bringing his Dong Shi sword light, extreme sword intent, flourishing blood…

Like a kite with a broken string, already flying far away.

Lu Qilang only felt as if he had been smashed head-on by a hammer as large as a mountain.

For a time, his five organs were all cracked!

Although Jiang Wang used a top-tier sword technique, he fundamentally did not fight swords with him; he completely relied on the strength of his blood, on the force of a mountain, grinding away subtle skill inch by inch.

Where was the human race’s heavenly proud son who previously relied on physical strength, fighting and avoiding?

Truly, success had made him arrogant!

The rose that bloomed in his heart still drove the restoration of his body.

Lu Qilang, though flipped in mid-air, also assumed a full defensive posture, waiting for a follow-up attack, and also waiting to unleash his own stone-breaking, sky-shattering counterattack!

But he suddenly felt a trace of something amiss.

Why was there such a thick smell of blood?

Why was Kui Wang’s body shedding so much fresh blood?

A trap!

This person’s palm was not merely cut by the broken string; this blood flow was too exaggerated!

Not good!

He opened his mouth to shout.

But it was already too late.

The strangling of the gaze, the grabbing of the string arrow, the sword’s deflection of Lu Qilang, all happened simultaneously, and even earlier than the slight difference in the timing of these events, was the small copper bell tied to Jiang Wang’s wrist, enveloped in the diffusing blood mist.

The ancient copper-colored bell body was now fundamentally right up to being blood-colored.

In this short battle, the Three Flavors True Fire, the Bu Zhou wind, and the continuously flowing blood had washed over it countless times.

He was of course not arrogant; even with his body restored to its peak, even stronger than before, he did not feel that he could truly strongly kill three new kings of the Heavenly List.

Attacking three demon kings simultaneously to kill them.

He was waiting for the Zhi Wen Bell to be dyed in blood!

The black lotus pattern suppressed by Shu Jia Lan before her death had already been washed clean at this time.

So, before Lu Qilang could open his mouth…

The Zhi Wen Bell once again echoed through the Divine Palace world.

That illusory frame of blue clouds forming the azure cloud ladder suddenly turned, turning towards Spider Lan Ruo.

Jiang Wang, moreover, advanced on this ladder, killing into Spider Lan Ruo’s string domain.

In this process, he met the charging Ling Xihua!

His red-gold eye pupil only lifted slightly, and Ling Xihua instantly fell like a meteorite, not because Jiang Wang was suppressing Lu Qilang’s divine soul offensive and attacking Spider Lan Ruo’s divine soul world simultaneously, but because he could still kill Ling Xihua.

But he was startled by this one glance, giving up his desperate fight.

The Zhi Wen Bell had already rung; if he did not give way, he would be the one to die!

Just like this, there were no more obstacles between Jiang Wang and Spider Lan Ruo.

Oh, that string domain of countless strings of light, now hidden, now present, a layered spider web, was of course an absolutely strong obstacle.

But your defense, Spider Lan Ruo, how did it compare to Yang Yu’s?

At this very moment, Jiang Wang knew enough.

The Three Flavors True Fire killing into this place was more natural than being at home.

The Long Xiang Si, with fire lines flowing around it, just so easily drove straight in, piercing the entire string domain, piercing through Spider Lan Ruo’s heart!

At this moment, Spider Lan Ruo had just barely restored her vision; the battle within her divine soul world was still ongoing.

And Jiang Wang’s eyes were almost glued to hers, Jiang Wang’s breath was almost falling on her face.

Although she did not rely on her appearance, she also knew she was of remarkable beauty, but in those double red pupils, she truly felt

No half point of pity for fragrant jade.

Just like that, it shattered and extinguished.

Vast flames blew to ashes, the great sky fell with blood rain, an absolute divine power perished, truly with the same sadness of heaven and earth as a real person grieving this hero!