This includes those lowly mortals!

The mortals will be submerged by the flood amid wails and despair.

Let them personally feel the majesty and wrath of the Water God!

Only in this way will these lowly mortals learn to submit and continue to offer sacrifices in a well-behaved manner.

Indeed!

Not far away, the mortals begin to cry out to heaven and earth.

One by one, they kneel and kowtow in desperation: "Water God, spare your anger… Water God, spare our lives…"

Some people loudly exclaim: "It has nothing to do with us… It's not our fault…"

The new Water God gives a cold smile, thinking that establishing his authority before mortals is simpler than he had imagined.

At this moment, he hears a stern rebuke: "You shun the path to Heaven yet you insist on forcing open the doorway to Hell!"

A voice like thunder, words like a bolt from the blue.

Then, he only sees a young man with a square face, riding an excessively large and somewhat ridiculous fat pig to the shore.

The fat pig, about fifteen or sixteen meters long and over two meters tall, is covered in cyan fur. Its big round ears and long tusks, resembling ivory, jut out from its mouth.

What a fat pig!

The new Water God's gaze sharpens as he looks at the young man. Just as he opens his mouth to inquire about his origins, he sees the other party vigorously fanning towards him with a golden Feather Fan.

"Whooosh~"

A fierce blaze of golden-red flames erupts, transforming into a gigantic Three-legged Golden Crow with a wingspan of over a thousand meters in the sky.

With a mere flap of its wings, a limitless fiery surge evaporates a hundred-meter-high flood crest cleanly.

I've underestimated the situation… No time to dodge!

The new Water God only has time to cry out in his heart, as he, along with many water demons and river spirits, are engulfed by the wave of flames, struggling briefly before plummeting into the water.

When he resurfaces, he has transformed into a green-backed grass carp with its belly facing upwards, the exposed part of its body on the water surface looking like a black island, emitting a strong burnt scent.

"That fan… is it a Top-grade Spiritual Treasure?"

Daoist Qianlu can hardly conceal his astonishment.

"Indubitably!"

The old Daoist in yellow robes nods, his eyes greedily fixed on the Feather Fan in Wen Zhong's hand, full of covetousness, "Such a precious fan in the hands of a Profound Immortal, it's truly a waste of heaven's gifts!"

"Don't act rashly!"

Daoist Qianlu hurriedly cautions: "I reckon this Profound Immortal of the Human Race must have some background. We should return and report to the Venerable first, then make a long-term plan!"

The yellow-robed old Daoist replies with displeasure: "He is just a Profound Immortal, surely we can capture him and find out his origins, can't we?"

The middle-aged Daoist beside them also chimes in to support: "Regardless of his background, we three Heavenly Immortals can't be scared off by a mere Profound Immortal, can we? Besides, the Venerable has commanded us to investigate the situation. It would be hard to explain if we were to return like this, wouldn't it?"

"This…"

Daoist Qianlu hesitates.

The yellow-robed old Daoist frowns and says: "Just a Profound Immortal, merely ants that we can crush with a flick of our fingers. What's there to hesitate about?

Forget it, you two wait here, I will capture that Profound Immortal myself!"

He speaks and, without waiting for the others to respond, turns into a beam of golden light shooting toward the ground.

The middle-aged Daoist by his side slightly raises his eyebrows and says, "I shall accompany you," following closely behind.

That Feather Fan is a Top-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure, how can one easily miss such an opportunity?

The two Daoists turn into two beams of golden light, shooting straight towards Wen Zhong, with an implicit intent to compete.

In their eyes, a mere Profound Immortal is nothing but an ant that can be crushed in a snap.

The Feather Fan is as good as theirs!

But in the next instant, a tall and burly young man abruptly blocks their path, halting them over the Huai River.

The yellow-robed Daoist stops his Tunneling Light, looking at the newcomer with doubt and uncertainty.

He sees a robust and heroic figure, with a sharp and distinct facial contour, and naturally disheveled curly hair cascading back, exuding an extraordinary domineering aura.

Yet above his head, a faint mystical glow suggests the cultivation of an upper-tier Profound Immortal.

But why does he feel a deep and mountain-like imperturbability from him?

The middle-aged man beside him also harbors doubts, but his desire for the Feather Fan is even greater. He stretches out a large hand, which swells to the size of a plot of land in the wind, attempting to grab both the high-tier Profound Immortal blocking his way and the Human Race Profound Immortal holding the Feather Fan.

The next instant, however, he sees the high-tier Profound Immortal in front of him draw a black treasure vase.

The treasure vase spins and flies up high into the sky, tilting its mouth downwards.

Then…

Daylight has broken!

Countless dazzling thunders poured out from within the treasure vase.

Crackle and Snap!

One bolt of lightning after another surged like great rivers.

Every bolt of thunder sparkled with crystalline colors.

With utmost firmness and the most positive yang, brilliant like the grand sun.

A great Dao treasure vase shrouded the sky above the Huai River, immobilizing the Yin Yang Five Elements.

Everything beneath the mouth of the vase was in range.

Those lightning bolts, each about one zhang thick, struck down one after another.

The Daoist in the yellow robe couldn't even withstand the first bolt.

He was reduced to ashes under the Divine Thunder.

The middle-aged Daoist who struck first didn't last much longer, falling to the thunderbolt right after.

The Daoists' magic robes, Spiritual Treasures, bodies, Primordial Spirits...

Everything was shredded by the thunderbolts, turned to ash!

The horrific thunderbolts, having lost their target, struck directly upon the Huai River.

Water demons and river monsters that had narrowly escaped destruction were annihilated in an instant.

Thunderbolts struck the river's surface, instantly evaporating the surging waves, deeply embedding into the riverbed, blasting countless grains of sand and rocks into dust.

As the thunderbolts gradually dissipated.

A vast abyss had appeared at the center of the Huai River.

Water from all sides poured into the abyss, filling the deep chasm only after the time it takes to brew half a pot of tea.

The water raised by the abyss fell from the Heavenly Vault, pouring down a heavy rain along the banks of the river.

People swallowed hard.

Their faces bore both fear and devout worship.

Looking toward the young man riding on the back of a fat pig.

It was unclear who led the way.

There was a sudden sound of cascading...

Thousands of civilians, undeterred by the heavy rain, all knelt to the ground.

"Immortal is mighty! Immortal is mighty!"

The people bowed incessantly.

Thank you, senior brother!

Wen Zhong sincerely thanked in his heart.

That new Water God needed to establish awe; what he wanted to do was no different in needing to assert authority.

Thus his senior brother helped him properly establish Divine Authority!

He solemnly declared, "Where is the Water God? Hasten and regulate the water veins!"

"At once, following the Immortal's command."

Water God Shi Dadan quickly raised a triangular flag, beginning to comb through the water veins.

"There is a Profound Immortal! And another Spiritual Treasure!"

In the distance, atop the clouds, Daoist Qianlu was filled with horror and relief at the same time.

Two Profound Immortals, both possessing amazingly powerful Spiritual Treasures!

Had he advanced together earlier, he certainly wouldn't have escaped death!

Should he encounter a Profound Immortal again in the future, he must definitely avoid them!

Thinking thus, he did not hesitate to turn around and make haste in the direction he came from.

He must report the events at Linhuan Pass as quickly as possible.

Clearly, whether it's the death of the Eight-clawed Demon or the fall of those two Daoist companions, there's one thing made apparent—

Someone is targeting their Divine Country!

This is a blatant challenge!

Now that the situation is beyond his handling, he must immediately report to the Venerable to avoid any delay.

What he did not know was that a wisp of smoke had already quietly followed him.

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