This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

After the power of faith entered Zhou Quan's body, it went straight to his heart, and his heart, which had been shattered, began to slowly repair itself under the nourishment of the power of faith.

Zhang San and Li Si initially didn't understand his intentions, only thinking that Zheng Zhuang planned to use some special means to heal Zhou Quan's heart wound, but they knew it was all in vain.

Since Zhou Quan is already dead, even if his heart were restored to its original state, he could not be resurrected.

But when Zheng Zhuang read out the decree, their expressions changed simultaneously.

Conferring titles upon gods! This is no small matter. Putting aside whether it can be successful, the consequences are not so easy to bear.

The magical power of cultivators originates from heaven and earth, which is why the Heavenly Dao is so supreme.

Now, someone actually intends to replace the Way of Heaven with himself and exercise the power of the Way of Heaven. This is simply outrageous!

They knew Zheng Zhuang possessed great magical power, but even if his magical power was profound, what difference did it make? Compared to the Heavenly Dao, even the strongest person was nothing more than an ant.

Zheng Zhuang didn't think that much about it. Now that he had started, there was no reason for him to stop.

He was just a little disappointed that the slogan was something he had come up with in a hurry and wasn't cool enough.

The so-called mountain god, to put it simply, is the controller of this mountain. He can control everything in the mountain, whether it is flowers, trees, ghosts, or spirits.

Or rather, he is the embodiment of this mountain.

After the decree was formed, Zhou Quan, centered on his heart, emitted a golden light that spread throughout the entire mountain.

Zhou Quan had a strange feeling; wherever the light passed, it seemed to become a part of his body.

After the light enveloped the entire Qiuming Mountain, Zhou Quan had a completely new feeling; he felt as if he had become a mountain!

His physical body gradually dissipated at that moment, turning into countless points of light that merged into the mountain.

Then, he felt as if he had countless clones. A blade of grass in the mountain was him, a tree was him, a stone was him. In Qiuming Mountain, he seemed to be everywhere!

Zheng Zhuang took a deep breath, and in that brief moment, it seemed as if all his magical power had been drained.

Seeing that the law was in effect, he showed no sign of relief, for he knew that the real test had only just begun.

Just after Zhou Quan's body merged into the mountain, a sudden gale arose, causing the flowers, grasses, and trees on Qiuming Mountain to rustle loudly.

Then thunder rumbled in the sky, as if the heavens were roaring.

Bolts of lightning rapidly gathered in the clouds, and within the lightning, a majestic face seemed to emerge, as if a pair of indifferent eyes were watching Zhengzhuang.

Zhang San and Li Si were already paralyzed with fear on the ground, unable to move an inch, as if even their thoughts had been imprisoned.

The sword of primordial spirit in Zheng Zhuang's sea of ​​consciousness trembled once again, but this time, Zheng Zhuang felt fear in it!

Holy crap! This is a disaster!

Just wondering, is it too late for me to admit my mistake now?

No one paid attention to Zheng Zhuang's inner monologue. The power of thunder continued to gather, and a spear made of thunder appeared in the sky, with countless mysterious runes flashing on its surface.

Zheng Zhuang couldn't understand the runes, but he knew very well that when the spear fell, he would be reduced to ashes.

I must be the only time traveler who pretended to be dead to show off, right?

He wanted to run away, but even though the world was vast, he was still under the heavens.

Since we can't escape, let's fight to the death!

Seeing the Thunder Spear about to strike him, Zheng Zhuang steeled his heart, thinking, "I'll put on a show before I die!"

He mustered all his strength and roared at the thunderous storm:

"Disperse!"

To everyone's surprise, the Thunder Spear did not fall. As if obeying his command, it actually began to gradually dissipate.

After the thunder subsided, the sky was a clear blue, without a single cloud.

The sword of primordial spirit remained silent in Zheng Zhuang's sea of ​​consciousness for a while, as if it were marveling, "This works too?"

Then, it trembled violently, releasing a large amount of primordial spirit power.

Zheng Zhuang seized the opportunity in an instant, and with a stroke of genius, he broke through the bottleneck that had been stagnant for a long time and made a breakthrough!

Zheng Zhuang's magical power was fully restored in an instant, and even reached a higher level. He flicked his sleeves, then slowly descended, finally landing in front of the mountain god temple.

He looked into the temple and saw that the broken mountain god statue in front of the offering table was gone. In its place was a brand new stone statue, and the face of the stone statue was actually intact!

In other words, Heaven has recognized this mountain god!

Zhang San and Li Si, who had survived the ordeal, remained motionless on the ground. They were unable to describe their feelings in words, but their eyes were filled with awe as they looked at Zheng Zhuang.

Even years later, when the two became important figures in the underworld, they still remembered that unforgettable scene:

He single-handedly bestowed divine titles upon the heavens, incurring their wrath by conjuring a thunderous spear to annihilate him. But the moment his decree was issued, the thunder dissipated, and the heavens acknowledged the gods he had conferred. Afterward, he simply waved his sleeve, leaving without a trace!

Zhou Quan, who had become a mountain god, manifested his form and bowed to Zheng Zhuang, saying:

"The mountain god of Qiuming Mountain is very grateful for your life-saving grace!"

Zheng Zhuang nodded slightly, then turned to Zhang San and Li Si and said calmly:

"You can go back and report now."

"As you command, sir!"

Zhang San and Li Si repeatedly agreed, stood up, bowed to Zheng Zhuang, and then their figures gradually disappeared.

……

Hundreds of miles away from Autumn Cry Mountain, a young man with wings on his back suddenly appeared from the void, bowing respectfully to a middle-aged woman not far away:

"Greetings, Right Envoy!"

The middle-aged woman asked with some displeasure, "What's the matter that you're so panicked?"

The young man landed on the ground, folded the wings on his back, and said:

Ah Xiu is dead!

The middle-aged woman frowned: "Dead? With her abilities, even if she was no match, she should have been able to escape with her life. Could it be that a high-level cultivator just happened to be passing by?"

The young man swallowed hard, a wave of fear washing over him, and said:

"The person who made the move is highly skilled and is definitely not an ordinary cultivator. Moreover, their spiritual senses are exceptionally sharp. If I hadn't run away quickly, I would probably be in the same situation as Ah Xiu right now."

The middle-aged woman narrowed her eyes slightly: "What kind of magic did he use?"

The young man recalled the horrific scene, composed himself, and said:

"He only used one move, unleashing a sky full of lightning with immense power. Wherever the lightning passed, none of Ah Xiu's clones were spared; they were all reduced to nothing. It seems to be called 'Divine Sword Lightning Control True Technique'!"

"'Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique'? Could it be a master from the Divine Sword Sect? The pawns we painstakingly cultivated have actually disregarded the bigger picture for their own selfish desires. One is chasing after a mere mortal martial artist, while the other is guarding a dilapidated village. What utter waste!"

The young man quickly lowered his head and dared not utter a sound.

"However, the war between Cangyue and Xuri has been successfully started, and a battle is inevitable. Go and inform all the spies to keep quiet for a while and not to make any moves without my orders."

"As ordered!"

The young man obeyed, spread his wings again, and then disappeared into the distance.

The middle-aged woman remained silent, simply gazing quietly in the direction of Qiuming Mountain.

She had an ordinary face and wore coarse cloth clothes; she was the peasant woman Zheng Zhuang had first met with Niu Daben...