I'm a body cultivator, so it's normal for me to destroy a star with one punch, right?

only……

Is this still Kunlun Ruins?

Why is it so dark, with no sun or moon in sight?

Jiang He headed towards the "strange mountain," wanting to see what those glowing "withered trees" were, but Zhan Jie Dao stopped him, saying, "Don't move around. This is the banks of the Weak Water River. Be careful not to attract something ominous."

"........."

Jiang He said speechlessly, "You also read 'Covering the Sky'? Why are you bringing up ominous signs?"

"What do you mean by 'covering the sky'?"

"nothing."

Jiang He changed the subject, saying, "Let's go see Uncle Liu; he should be waking up soon."

Jiang He abandoned his intention to "study" the books on the "Strange Mountain"!
This place looks weird no matter how you look at it.

Let's not create anything "dirty" again.

The frost on Liu Feng's body had melted.

He groggily opened his eyes, glanced around, and murmured, "Jiang He...are we dead? Is this...is this the underworld? Is that the Yellow Springs River?"

"Yeah!"

Before Jiang He could speak, Zhan Jie Dao interrupted, "You two are both dead, and you died a terrible death."

"what?"

The little white tiger, who had been fast asleep, suddenly jumped up, its adorable eyes filled with disbelief, and exclaimed in shock, "Dead? Who died?"

"what?"

"Is this...the Weak Water?"

Jiang He and Liu Feng both looked at the little white tiger.

Even the hilt of the Zhanjie Dao turned towards the little white tiger. The little white tiger felt a little uneasy under the stares of the two men, took two steps back, howled twice, and whispered, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jiang He asked, "How did you know this was the Weak Water?"

The little white tiger said, "Among the memories of my awakened bloodline are some memories of the Weak Water... and not long ago, I came to the Weak Water."

"Oh?"

Jiang He asked, "In the Kunlun Mountains?"

"Yes."

The little white tiger nodded and said, "That time, it was Brother Jinpeng who took me into the Weak Water. It was dark and gloomy, and seemed to be underground. But Brother Jinpeng said that the Weak Water does not flow underground, but exists in another realm."

"and many more!"

Liu Feng asked, "Is the Golden Roc brother you mentioned the Golden Roc Demon King of Kunlun Mountain?"

Last time I returned to Daxia.

Jiang He, Liu Feng, Chen Jingzhou, and Zhuo Bufan traveled together.

He knew that the Golden Roc Demon King had taken the little white tiger away, and at this moment he couldn't help but ask in doubt: "The Golden Roc Demon King brought you into the Weak Water from Kunlun Mountain... So, it is really as the legend says, the Weak Water connects Kunlun Mountain and Kunlun Realm?"

This judgment has been made before.

It is said that Kunlun Ruins and Kunlun Mountain were originally one entity.

There's just no evidence.

"Since you've been to the Weak Water, you should know how to leave, right?"

Jiang He said, "Let's find a way out quickly and get out of here as soon as possible... I feel a chill down my spine, as if something is watching me."

"what?"

Liu Feng exclaimed in surprise, "Jiang He, you feel the same way too?"

"........."

White Tiger: "I feel the same way."

brush!
The Zhanjie Blade instantly flew into the scabbard on Jiang He's back, even the hilt went inside. The whole blade shook violently, and the blade spirit's voice trembled as it spoke: "Jiang... no, Master, could it be that our commotion has attracted misfortune?"

Jiang He ignored the World-Slaying Blade and looked back, only to see several figures seemingly floating around inside the strange mountain.

He took out the Sky Sunset Bow and was about to draw the bow and nock an arrow when the figures disappeared again.

Jiang He felt a little uneasy, but he pretended to be calm and said, "Let's follow the Weak Water and find an exit... to leave this place as soon as possible."

This place is pitch black and dark, so dark that it's impossible to tell which way is which. You can only follow the direction of the Weak Water.

They followed the Weak Water, walking along the riverbank and searching upstream. They flew for seven or eight hours, but still couldn't see a single ray of light. Instead, they discovered a meadow on the riverbank.

Heavenly Shade Grass!
The entire meadow, covering six or seven acres, was covered entirely with sedge.

Each blade of grass shimmered with a faint green light, and there were specks of dew on its leaves.

"Heavenly Shade Grass!"

"So many shady grasses... My God!"

Liu Feng pounced forward, grabbed a handful of Heavenly Yin Grass, pulled it up, counted it, and said, "This handful contains thirty Heavenly Yin Grasses. The Merit Hall buys Heavenly Yin Grasses for about the same price as the essence blood of a King-level ferocious beast... If this handful were sold, it could fetch five or six billion!"

"Ouch!"

The little white tiger roared and pounced over to start pulling up the grass, appearing very excited.

It is a tiger.

But he is a vegetarian.

If we're talking about vegetarian food... what could be more delicious than this rare and precious "Heavenly Shade Grass"?

The sword spirit sneered and mocked, "You ignorant fool, it's just a few broken weeds, what's all the fuss about... Look at my master, he's so calm... Hey, hey, hey, master, why are you lying on the ground?"

"........."

Hey!
Within the sword spirit's heart, a plant-like greeting emanated.

It's one thing for you to be lying on the ground pulling up "Heavenly Shade Grass"—after all, it's a spiritual object and quite valuable—but what's with you eating it while you're pulling it up?
You are a dignified Body Refining Vajra Realm expert, the owner of an Emperor Weapon, don't you have any pride?
However... how could the Zankai-tō (a type of sword) possibly understand the joy of rivers?

Six or seven acres of land, completely covered with *Heliotropium indicum*?
How many plants are there?

Do not!
Counting them by the number of plants is a bit too undignified.

It should be in kilograms, or in tons.

If you clear all six or seven acres of land, you could probably fill a whole cart!
"Ding!"

"Consuming a spiritual plant increases strength by 3000 kg."

"Ding!"

"Consuming a spiritual plant increases strength by 3000 kg."

"Ding……"

As Jiang He pulled and ate, his physical strength quickly increased by one dragon's power, and a brand new storage ring was already more than half full.

Liu Feng's hands danced so fast they left afterimages.

He looks like a skilled farmer.

The little white tiger was also quick; the two of them and the tiger took only a dozen minutes to completely uproot the "Heavenly Shade Grass" from six or seven acres of land, resulting in a huge harvest.

Liu Feng was almost laughing so hard he could hardly contain himself. He chuckled and said, "I'm rich! I'm rich! If I take these Yin Grasses back and sell them for cultivation resources, I'm confident I can break through to the Martial Dao Celestial Phenomenon Realm within two years!"

The little white tiger said, "The Heavenly Yin Grass is useless to me, but it tastes good. I can have a treat in my spare time... Hey, Jiang He, look, what's that?"

It raised its front paws and pointed them towards the Weak Water.

Jiang He turned his head in the direction the little white tiger pointed and saw a glimmer of light appearing in the dimness upstream of the Weak Water.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and then a warship, at least five thousand meters long, appeared, drifting from upstream. The light was on the warship's deck, appearing as a dark yellow, somewhat like the streetlights of earlier years.

"what is this?"

The spirit of the World-Slaying Blade also "saw" it and exclaimed in surprise, "The legendary Weak Water is so powerful that even a mustard seed cannot float, and even a feather cannot be lifted. It is difficult for even saints to cross. How could there be a warship sailing in it? Could this warship be an imperial weapon?"

Liu Feng: "Jiang He... there seem to be people on that warship!"

The Weak Water is over a thousand miles wide, and the place is so dark that even Jiang He's eyesight is not enough to see the warship clearly. He could only vaguely make out that there seemed to be several figures standing on the deck of the warship.

The little white tiger stared wide-eyed. As a demon king of the Fish-Dragon Realm, its eyesight far surpassed that of rivers and lakes. It nodded and said, "There are indeed several figures, motionless, as if they were dead."

The spirit of the World-Slaying Blade cried out, "What do you mean 'like they're dead'? Those are clearly dead people, several skeletons wearing armor... Oh no, don't look! One of the skeletons has come back to life!"

hum!
This moment.

Jiang He felt a buzzing sound in his mind, followed by a sharp pain in his eyes. He instinctively closed his eyes, and a few drops of warm blood flowed out.

Liu Feng, and the little white tiger are the same.

The buzzing in my head and the stinging in my eyes only gradually disappeared when I closed them.

Another moment passed.

The spirit of the World-Slaying Blade said, "You can open your eyes now. That warship has left."

Its voice sounded very weak.

Jiang He slowly opened his eyes, feeling a burning pain and his vision becoming blurry. As his blood and qi circulated, the blurriness gradually disappeared. He wiped away the blood from the corner of his eye and asked in confusion, "What happened? Didn't you say there were several skeletons on the warship? Why are they alive again?"

Liu Feng's cultivation level is relatively weak.

He could barely open his eyes and said, "Could it be the legendary Bone Clan?"

The hilt of the Zhanjie Blade shook weakly as it said, "It's not the Bone Clan, but rather a powerful human who has died... Although they are dead, their martial will has not been extinguished. You were watching the warship the whole time, which awakened their martial will, so they glanced this way."

"hiss!"

Liu Feng gasped in astonishment, "A dead skeleton, looking at us from hundreds of miles away, possesses such power? What was the skeleton's cultivation level in life?"

The spirit of the Blade of the World-Slaying Sword said, "A Saint... or even a Great Saint. I just counted, and there are dozens of such skeletons on the deck of that warship. They should be ordinary soldiers on the warship. I wonder how long this warship has been adrift in the Weak Water... Could it be that in some ancient era, a world-shaking battle was fought in the Weak Water?"

"........."

This judgment silenced both Jiang He and Liu Feng.

Currently, the Great Xia Dynasty has only one demigod.

In martial arts, reaching the "Celestial Realm" is considered an achievement. Even in Kunlun Ruins and the entire Eastern Region of Kunlun Realm, reaching the "Celestial Realm" in martial arts can be regarded as a minor accomplishment. In major forces like the Heavenly Saint Sect and Crimson Blood Tower, one could be promoted to "True Disciple".

But on that warship...

Are saints merely lowly soldiers?
What kind of war is it that even saints can only be soldiers or cannon fodder?

After resting for a while, when their vision had recovered, Jiang He, Liu Feng, and the little white tiger continued their journey.

They traveled along the Weak Water River for three days, covering at least tens of thousands of miles. Along the way, they discovered the Heavenly Shade Grass twice more, reaping a rich harvest. The Strange Mountain by the river still existed, and besides the elusive "ghostly figures" within it, there were also some strange bird calls.

However, those "ghostly figures" or animals from the mountains did not appear to attack Jiang He and his companions.

And these three days.

They saw many strange things in the Weak Water.

The remains, too, floated downstream, not remaining silent.

There are weapon fragments.

They even saw a skeletal dragon swimming in the Weak Water.

Another day passed, and a light rose ahead, revealing a strange mountain burning with raging crimson flames. Within those flames, a colossal body coiled, resembling a giant serpent, hundreds of meters thick and countless miles long, its breath sounding like thunder.

A terrifying aura emanated from it.

"what is this?"

"A Saint of the Demon Race?"

The little white tiger opened its mouth wide and murmured, "Or perhaps the Great Sage?"

"Moo!"

Just then, a cow's bellow suddenly rang out. Jiang He turned his head and saw a canyon to the side. From within the canyon, an old yellow ox peered over furtively and spoke in human language, saying, "Brother... come here quickly!" (End of Chapter)