Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

Li Yuan and his companion led Lao Ao away from the river's eye.

Although the time spent in the gap between the two realms was short, it still left Li Yuan with many feelings.

The River God, with a heart full of righteousness, was willing to sacrifice herself to protect her territory.

The mortals in the Linglong River region have been blessed by the Linglong River God since ancient times, and they sincerely worship the Linglong Mother River, with incense burning continuously.

This allows Linglong River Goddess to still have a glimmer of hope in her desolate and deadly state.

If an inactive deity had come here, their will would have been worn down by the evil aura, and they would have died and their soul would have vanished.

Of course, those inactive gods and immortals would not sacrifice themselves to come here.

Li Yuan and his companion flew out of the lake.

Now that the black giant turtle knows that the River God will no longer be in dire straits, it has put its worries to rest.

Upon seeing the Linglong River God again, it became even more determined to protect the Linglong River.

Now that the Linglong River Goddess has been revived and is nourished by the formation, her immortal power is inexhaustible. She will do her best to block the evil energy.

The Linglong River will no longer be eroded by the evil spirits.

However, it will take a long time for it to recover.

Or a large number of spiritual objects.

Fearing something might happen in the river, the black giant turtle bid farewell to the two and wanted to return to the Linglong River basin to patrol first.

Li Yuan nodded and watched Lao Ao leave.

Behind them, a handsome young man in black robes and silver hair emerged from nothingness and slowly walked out.

"You guys do have some tricks up your sleeve."

Clearly, the mountain god of Linchuan sensed that the river eye was no longer emitting any evil energy.

Li Yuan turned around, and Zhang Tiansheng also glanced back slightly.

Looking at that handsome face, Li Yuan could sense the other person's indifference in his eyes.

"She's not dead yet, is she?"

The voice of the mountain god of Linchuan was very cold and clear.

Li Yuan blinked:

"She's dead."

"To die at the gates of the underworld means to perish both body and spirit, to die and have one's soul vanish."

The mountain god of Linchuan was slightly taken aback, then turned his head away:

Your lie is clumsy.

Li Yuan's lips curled up:

"You still care about it."

"He's just a bit cold-hearted."

The mountain god of Linchuan turned his head, his eyes now as still as an ancient well.

"Now that the matter is settled, you should leave."

Do not linger and disturb my meditation.

As he spoke, the Mountain God of Linchuan pointed beyond the riverbank, and divine power surged forth, as if opening a gate.

Li Yuan craned his neck: "Hey, wait a minute!"

The mountain god of Linchuan paused slightly: "Is there anything else?"

Zhang Tiansheng concealed himself again, causing the Linchuan Mountain God to subconsciously overlook him.

Li Yuan stepped forward and stood before the Mountain God of Linchuan, his gaze sincere.

"The Linglong River was humiliated by an evil god, and the Linglong River God was unable to escape, personally suppressing and sealing the gap between the two realms..."

The mountain god of Urokawa could not bear being interrupted:

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Please leave."

His tone was indifferent and somewhat aloof.

Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze deep:

"The Linglong River originates from Linchuan. Mountains and rivers blend together, and the paths converge. They are originally one."

"The gap between the two realms may be at the source of the river, but it is also within your Linchuan River, isn't it?"

The mountain god of Linchuan's eyes grew increasingly cold, and his thick eyebrows furrowed.

The entire land of Linchuan began to tremble slightly.

Li Yuan didn't intend to use moral coercion and changed his tune.

"She treats you like an older brother, with great respect."

"Linglonghe is in trouble, and she wants to ask you for help."

"Of course, there will be compensation."

Without even hesitating, the mountain god of Linchuan spoke coldly.

"That's enough, go away."

He showed no intention of coming forward.

Li Yuan nodded slightly, somewhat disappointed.

But he didn't say anything.

That's just how indifferent they are; there's no point in arguing.

The two turned and left.

This time, watching Li Yuan and the other person's backs, the Mountain God of Linchuan remained silent for a long time before frowning and walking into the mountain.

As Li Yuan and Zhang Tiansheng rushed back towards the middle section of the Linglong River, Lao Ao, who had gone ahead, encountered some trouble.

In the middle of the wide river, the body of a giant fish floated on the surface, its blood staining a large area of ​​the river red.

The giant black turtle trembled and quickly swam closer.

"Iron Head..."

There was a hint of bewilderment in its eyes.

For some reason, I only went to find the River God, and it only took a few days.

How did the Ironhead Fish King, considered the most powerful fish in the river, meet its demise?

The bright red river water stained the old turtle's body, turning its claws a dark red.

The Ironhead Fish King, larger than a boat that could carry a hundred people, died a gruesome death. Its eyes were gone, its fins were cut off, and its entire belly was hollowed out.

Even the belly of the fish has obvious cutting marks.

The black giant tortoise emitted a low, mournful cry, ethereal and sorrowful.

The Linglong River rippled, its waves rippling as if the entire river were mourning.

"Who...is it...?"

Old Ao's voice trembled as he pressed against the Ironhead Fish King's cold, pale body, filled with both shock and anger.

During the decades it ruled over the Linglong River, its emotions gradually became extreme, and coupled with the influence of evil energy, all the creatures in the river feared it.

But after hundreds or even thousands of years of companionship, those past feelings still remain.

Now that the matter of the evil spirits has been temporarily resolved, and we've even successfully helped the River God, how come we've only just returned and...

"They're gods and immortals, it must be those guys!"

The black giant tortoise roared in fury, tears streaming from its eyes.

The Ironhead Fish King has cultivated for a thousand years and possesses immense strength. It dwells in deep waters, and no mortal could possibly dare to even consider harming it!

But......

"Since Tie Tou gained sentience, he has never killed a living being, and has diligently cultivated merit and created good fortune..."

"It cultivates the method of merit and creation; it's a spirit!!!"

The giant black turtle, cradling the corpse of the Ironhead Fish King, roared to the sky, shaking the Linglong River.

"Why...why did you kill Ling?!"

"It has done you no wrong, yet you kill a spirit without cause. Aren't you afraid of karmic retribution?!"

On the Linglong River, a massive black turtle, as large as a house, roared, its voice hoarse, like the cry of a crocodile or the wail of a dragon.

But the only response it received was an indifferent voice.

"What to shout?"

"If it goes berserk and kills a few people, wouldn't it become a demon?"

"What's wrong with us subduing demons?"

A figure in a blue robe walked step by step across the river, touching the water as if it were flat ground.

The blue-robed figure emitted a hazy glow, obscuring his features, but exuding an extremely powerful aura.

“The Linglong River Goddess and we have known each other for many years. Since she is going to block the calamity, we should definitely help her out.”

“We have personally brought the spirit seedlings to help Linglong River.”

"It is out of kindness and compassion for you."

The figure in blue robes stood calmly in the middle of the river, his eyes filled with disdain.

The black giant tortoise's eyes widened, staring intently at the blue-robed figure with extreme rage.

"We have come a long way and are quite exhausted."

The figure in blue robes casually waved his hand, revealing a contemptuous smile and an arrogant demeanor.

"I just wanted to take some ordinary grains as a token, and some blood from the giant turtle, and then I would leave."

"Who would have thought that you, you demonic turtle, would actually avoid me?"

The figure in blue robes frowned as he looked at the giant black turtle in the river, somewhat displeased.

"If you don't offer something in exchange for the spirit seedling, we have no choice but to take it ourselves."

"After all, personal relationships are personal relationships, and transactions are transactions."

"so......"

The figure in blue robes gazed intently at the giant black turtle, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.

"That iron-headed fish died entirely because of you..."