Your Meng Po soup is watered down, isn't it?

Zhou Yihang was split in half by a sword. Countless tendrils of flesh writhed in the air at the cross-section of his two halves, as if searching for their other half to rejoin him.

However, his immortal body was based on the Ni Wan Secret Treasury. At this moment, even his internal Ni Wan Secret Treasury had been cleaved open by Xu Ying's sword, its life force extinguished. His immortal body was instantly broken.

His two halves writhed for a moment, the tendrils of flesh losing their vitality and falling to the ground like dead earthworms.

This was the world-shattering sword Xu Ying had comprehended before the temple gate. Previously, he had been limited by his cultivation and unable to unleash its full power.

Only now, having entered the Gate Knocking Stage, with the Great Bell no longer siphoning his vital energy, could he finally unleash the full might of this move for the first time!

This sword strike was upright and peaceful, majestic and righteous. It grew stronger against stronger opponents. The residual sword energy that split Zhou Yihang in two also divided four towering trees from the center, along with thirty-eight thousand four hundred leaves, some weeds, and a few strands of hair.

"This sword technique shall be called 'World Breaker'," Xu Ying dispersed his sword energy, thinking to himself.

Nearly half of his vital energy had been expended by this sword strike. He immediately retreated cautiously, whispering, "Yuan Qi, let's go!"

He sensed that the situation was becoming somewhat unusual. Besides the Prefect Zhou Heng, it seemed others were also watching him with great interest.

Yuan Qi leaped onto a floating giant rock, then swam to the other end of the rock, coiled his body, and sprang again, landing on another giant rock more than ten zhang away.

Xu Ying's gaze fell upon Prefect Zhou Heng as he slowly retreated. He suddenly turned and leaped, jumping onto a floating giant rock.

He ran at full speed on the giant rock, and with a final burst of strength, he leaped out!

Below Xu Ying was a drop of ten thousand zhang. The young man's figure streaked across the vast expanse, landing with a thud on another giant rock more than ten zhang away.

Xu Ying rolled a few times to dissipate the impact, then sprang up, ran again, and leaped into the air towards another floating giant rock.

Zhou Heng looked at Xu Ying's retreating back. He was on this immortal mountain, while Xu Ying was on another, too far apart. However, with his cultivation and strength, this distance was not an issue.

Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly saw another figure and had to restrain himself.

"Prefect Ling has also arrived!"

His gaze fell upon Prefect Ling. The man was tall and thin, like a frail scholar, but he was enveloped in a dense aura of Incense Qi, swirling around him.

Within the halo behind him floated a scroll and an iron brush.

This man was Prefect Ling of Yongzhou Prefecture.

In the Underworld Court, the deity in charge of a county was called a City God, who resided in a temple. The deity in charge of a prefecture was called a Prefect, who resided in a government office.

Xue Chenghuang was responsible for the divine affairs of Lingling, while Prefect Ling was his superior, overseeing the divine affairs of Yongzhou.

Prefect Ling's name was Ling Youdao. He and Prefect Zhou Heng were in a state of mutual restraint, and his cultivation and strength were extremely formidable.

Zhou Heng narrowed his small eyes and said, "Although Zhou Yihang activated the Ni Wan Secret Treasury to the second level, he is ultimately from a collateral branch of the Zhou family and did not receive the true inheritance. His death is in vain. However, even without the true inheritance, our Zhou family's Nu Art is extraordinary. It seems Zhou Yang was right; Xu Ying is a genius at deciphering demonic arts! He has likely found a path beyond the Qi Gathering Stage."

As he spoke, the two Ox Demons pulling the carriage couldn't help but stand on their hind legs and look at Xu Ying.

For demons like them, the Qi Gathering Stage was the pinnacle of their lives. If someone could truly break through the Qi Gathering Stage, it would be a gift of rebirth for the Demon Race!

Zhou Heng looked up at the great temple suspended between the mountains, a smile appearing on his plump face. "Judicial Inspector, lead your men to capture him. Bring him back alive. If you can't capture him, at least drive him towards the great temple. I will go to the great temple and have a word with Prefect Ling along the way."

The Judicial Inspector was also from the Zhou family, named Zhou Zheng. He bowed and said, "My lord, what should we do if we encounter Underworld deities on the way?"

Zhou Heng's playful expression vanished, his face turning cold. "This invasion from the Underworld, Yongzhou was the first to be attacked. I suspect the Underworld Court is behind it, and it has everything to do with him, Ling Youdao! If those deities obstruct us, kill them without mercy!"

Zhou Zheng bowed and led a group of guards away.

On the other side, Prefect Ling was also looking at Zhou Heng. He gave some instructions to the City Gods under his command, and they immediately led the experts among the deities away.

Neither Prefect Ling nor Prefect Zhou Heng had many people left around them. Prefect Ling smiled faintly at Zhou Heng and suddenly strode forward, landing in the sky.

The Incense Qi beneath his feet transformed into clouds and mist, lifting his body and preventing him from falling.

Prefect Ling walked step by step, with layers of auspicious clouds forming beneath his feet, carrying him as he leisurely walked towards the great temple.

"Cloud-riding? Just a minor trick in sorcery."

Zhou Heng laughed heartily, pushing himself up from his throne. The fat on his belly rolled like water. He awkwardly descended from his carriage and came to the edge of the mountain, with the endless sky below.

Zhou Heng ignored it and walked forward. Behind him, the illusion of a Golden Winged Great Peng appeared, large and plump. As the Peng flapped its wings, Zhou Heng also walked on air.

"Zhou Family's Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Hidden Scenery Technique?"

Prefect Ling's brow twitched slightly, and he chuckled, "Lord Zhou, how much of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Hidden Scenery Technique have you mastered?"

Zhou Heng chuckled and said, "Why don't you try and find out?"

Xu Ying looked back and saw that the guards under Prefect Zhou Heng were all chasing after him. Some of them practiced martial arts, while others practiced Nu Art, each with their own strengths.

Among them, those who practiced Nu Art activated green vines, which grew rapidly, connecting the suspended giant rocks.

In the sky, giant rocks formed by the collision of immortal mountains were scattered between the mountains, like a long ribbon. By connecting these giant rocks with green vines, bridges could be formed, allowing people to pass quickly.

The guards' speed increased significantly, and they rapidly approached.

Just then, Xu Ying saw that in addition to these guards, another group of people was also pursuing them, but they were heading in a different direction.

"It's deities!"

Xu Ying saw their tall figures and the ribbons formed by Incense Qi, and immediately knew their origin. However, he had never seen these deities before. Judging by their attire alone, there were at least four City Gods among them!

The Great Bell asked doubtfully, "A Ying, something is not right. You are just a minor Qi Refiner. To these people, you are just an ordinary person practicing demonic arts. Why do they value you so much? Where did you learn the Taiyi Guiding Technique?"

Xu Ying ran forward, leaped, and jumped to another giant rock, saying, "I don't remember when I learned the Guiding Technique. I only know that I had this technique in my mind since I can remember."

The Great Bell said, "Think back, when did you remember this technique? What happened that day?"

Xu Ying tried hard to recall, and his childhood in Xu Family Village reappeared in his mind: his parents, his playmates, the uncles and aunts on the streets of Xu Family Village, their voices and smiles, all vivid.

"I still remember my dad was called Xu Zhigang, my mom was called Liu Sanniang, we had a dog and four ducks at home..."

Xu Ying recalled his childhood, a happy smile on his face.

Suddenly, the street he saw at Wangxiang Terrace appeared in his mind, the young tutor and the gentle woman. Although the faces of the two in his memory were blank, they were definitely not the appearance of Xu Zhigang and Liu Sanniang.

His mind was in a daze.

"Are they my parents? No, no! My parents in my memory don't look like this!"

Xu Ying said, "I remember I lived in Xu Family Village, my dad was called Xu Zheng, my mom was called Yue Rou, and I had a happy childhood..."

His head was splitting with pain. He suddenly raised his hand and hit his head hard, letting out a muffled roar, his eyes turning blood red.

Yuan Qi gritted his teeth and rushed forward with all his might, coiling his body and leaping from one floating rock to another.

Yuan Qi landed, slid a distance, and immediately swam forward, gathering strength to leap again. At this moment, he suddenly sensed something strange: "Why isn't A Ying following?"

He quickly looked back and saw Xu Ying clutching his head with both hands and falling from the air the moment he leaped.

"A Ying!"

Yuan Qi rushed to the edge of the giant rock and looked down, only to see Xu Ying falling rapidly, still smashing his head with his fists as he fell.

Just then, the Great Bell suddenly flew out from the back of his head and caught him.

Yuan Qi breathed a sigh of relief, but Xu Ying's falling speed was too fast, pressing the Great Bell down with him.

Yuan Qi's heart was in his throat. He heard the ringing of the bell. The Great Bell struggled with all its might and finally stabilized its descent. Only then did Yuan Qi relax.

"What's wrong with A Ying? Why did he suddenly lose his footing?" Yuan Qi was surprised and uncertain.

Seeing that the Great Bell carrying Xu Ying should be out of mortal danger, he quickly swam towards the great temple, thinking, "A Ying will definitely go to the great temple when he wakes up. There are immortals protecting him in the great temple, so I'll wait for him there!"

On the Great Bell, Xu Ying slowly woke up, almost falling off the bell. He quickly hugged the bell and said in surprise, "How did I get here?"

He had no memory of what had just happened.

The Great Bell sensed Xu Ying's abnormality and was curious: "A Ying's mind is not like a normal person's. Something extraordinary must have happened to him!"

"Uncle Bell, don't shake." Xu Ying, riding on the bell, was a little frightened.

The Great Bell said angrily, "You're so heavy, kid. It's hard for me to carry you, you know? Why don't you try carrying me?"

Xu Ying snorted, "It's not like I haven't carried you before. When you were injured and unconscious, I was supporting you, and I didn't let go even when we were fighting."

The Great Bell shook violently, "You clearly used me to hit people!"

Xu Ying almost fell, and quickly held on tight.

The Great Bell flew with difficulty. After a moment, Xu Ying cautiously got up, his feet standing on the bell's nose. His legs were still trembling, but he stood against the wind.

"What's wrong with you?" the Great Bell asked, confused.

Xu Ying stood on the bell's nose, and the Great Bell flew through the air. The young man looked a bit dashing, though his hands were still shaking a little.

"It's not elegant to ride on the bell. I want to see if I can stand and fly, it feels better this way."

Xu Ying said in a small voice, "I've been experimenting with whether I can step on a sword and fly. I'm afraid of flying too high, so I'm practicing on you first."

The Great Bell said, "I thought you needed to relieve yourself. Tell me when you need to, and don't pee into the wind."

Just then, Xu Ying saw divine dragons flying towards them. They were four stone dragons. As their dragon claws lifted, clouds rose from beneath their feet, supporting their bodies.

The four stone dragons stepped on green clouds and chased after the Great Bell.

Xu Ying frowned. His vital energy cultivation was less than fifty percent. Riding on the Great Bell, he would be powerless to deal with the four stone dragons attacking him.

"Uncle Bell, let's go to that immortal mountain below!" Xu Ying said urgently.

A majestic immortal mountain moved towards them. The Great Bell quickly descended into the mountain. Xu Ying looked down and saw many ancient altars hidden in the dense forest of the immortal mountain. Beside the altars stood majestic statues, like guardians of the altars.

"Strange, if this is the immortal realm, why are there statues and altars?"

Xu Ying wondered. In the immortal realm, there were no mortals to worship, so how could incense qi gather and deities be born?

Could immortals worship gods?

Underworld, River of Oblivion, Wangxiang Terrace.

Yuan Tian Gang sat in front of his thatched hut, breathing in and out. At this moment, he saw a person walking up the small path of Wangxiang Terrace, holding a green paper umbrella.

"This person has appeared again." Yuan Tian Gang's tiger-like eyes blinked.

Since he came here and settled down, he had seen this green paper umbrella dozens of times. Every so often, this person would pass by holding the green paper umbrella.

Yuan Tian Gang watched him leave. The person with the green paper umbrella arrived at the Bridge of Oblivion and queued up to wait for Meng Po's Soup.

"Strange person." Yuan Tian Gang withdrew his gaze.

The person queued for a long time, and finally it was his turn.

As Meng Po was about to pour the tea, she couldn't help but tremble when she saw this person.

A calm voice came from under the green paper umbrella: "Granny, a bowl of tea, make it strong."

Meng Po poured the tea and couldn't help but ask, "Emissary, you've been coming for tea quite frequently lately."

The voice under the green paper umbrella sounded a little displeased. He took the tea and said, "Isn't your tea not strong enough? It can never seal that person's memory. Someone from above said you're watering down the soup."

----Sacrificing a book, Three Kingdoms: Emperor Xian of Han Begs Me to Ascend the Throne, author Helangkuan. (Doesn't this name sound familiar? Yes, it's a fan of the book, whom I sacrificed before. He said he won't drop the book this time. I checked, and there are no roots left. It's probably because he cut them many times before, and all the roots are gone.)