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On the bank of the Yellow River, Chenxiang was immersed in the scene of thousands of waves rushing. The turbid water of the Yellow River roared like thousands of yellow dragons, flowing eastward into the sea.

Suddenly, Chenxiang saw a kind of fish in the water, swimming against the roaring waves!

"What a courageous fish."

The world is full of wonders. With a sigh, Chenxiang watched the fish swimming against the waves with great interest. He wanted to see whether this fish would succeed.

This fish is also defying heaven's will to change its fate, which is somewhat consistent with the master's fate.

Time passes, the sun and the moon alternate, the waves roll without stopping, and the fish swimming against the waves have changed wave after wave at this moment, but this kind of fish still keeps swimming against the waves and will not give up at all because of the death of their companions.

All living things have spirits, each striving to cross the sea.

The way of heaven is unwavering. As long as you have the determination to change your fate, there will always be a glimmer of hope.

For a moment, Chenxiang had a lot more insights in his heart, and he actually sat by the river, with a sense of Taoism all around him.

See the fish to gain enlightenment.

At first, the Taoist rhyme was still circling around Chenxiang itself, but as time passed, the Taoist rhyme began to flow around, gradually spreading from the river bank into the Yellow River.

A mysterious aura flows, affecting the fish that are struggling to cross the river upstream.

In the turbid and yellow river water, dozens of fish swimming upstream suddenly felt a surge of energy around their bodies. They swung their tails fiercely and went towards the waves.

boom!
Amid the roar of the turbid waves, a fish stood out, its body sparkling with silver phosphorescence, shining brightly under the sunlight.

At this moment, evil spirit suddenly emerged in the body of the fish, and combined with the Taoist charm emitted by the agarwood, the evil spirit turned into pure magic power, and the body was enlarged and stretched little by little above the rippling river water.

The one-foot-long fish suddenly turned into a three-foot-long fish.

Pfft!
The big fish entered the water, creating a wave and continuing to swim upstream.

At this moment, deep in the Yellow River, there is a palace located in an unknown space. It is surrounded by shining light and the palace is emitting a bright glow.

The water tribe was stationed outside the hall, while the clam girls were walking inside the hall, holding a large number of pearls in their hands, shining brightly.

Deep inside the palace, in a luxurious room, an old man in a yellow gown opened his eyes and revealed a hint of surprise.

"Interesting, watching the Yellow River enter the Tao, doing something that defies the will of heaven and fights for one's life."

“And this aura is somewhat familiar, as if it is the path established by the person who appeared recently.”

There was a gleam in He Bo's eyes, and his gaze seemed to penetrate through the space and fall on Chen Xiang, and suddenly there was a bit of admiration in his expression.

"What a good understanding. Although it comes from that person's destiny, he also realized the rudiments of his own way."

"You are extremely talented. If so, I will lend you a helping hand."

As he spoke, He Bo stretched out his finger and lightly tapped it, and a yellow light disappeared directly into the room.

Chenxiang, who was contemplating the great Dao, suddenly felt that the environment around him changed.

His keen perception made him open his eyes the next moment, and he saw a desolate scene in front of him. He was no longer by the Yellow River.

"What is this place?"

Wow…

Suddenly, a muddy river appeared in the empty space, coming from the west and flowing straight to the east.

The river roared and rushed out from the river channel, flooding large areas of mountains and land. It seemed that countless screams were heard in the forest, and a large number of human beings rushed out.

These human beings, wearing animal skins and holding wooden bows and spears in their hands, kept dodging the flood.

Under this turbulent water flow, it continues to rush towards the mountains. Along the way, some people struggle in the river, and finally they lose all strength and sink to the bottom of the river.

Someone stood on a high mountain and roared, sending a message to his companions down the mountain.

Such scenes are everywhere.

Chenxiang stretched out his hand, wanting to help, but he found that in this space, he seemed to be just a passer-by and a spectator.

Nothing can be done.

They could only watch helplessly as large numbers of humans were swallowed up by the river.

A thought inevitably flashed through my mind: "What should I do? What can I do?"

He rushed through the space, looking at the highest mountain. There was no way the flood could submerge this mountain.

He stood in the crowd and shouted, "Follow me, this mountain can't stop me!"

"go!"

"Come with me!"

The flood was roaring and heavy rain was pouring from the sky. His voice was loud and penetrated the rain curtain, but it could not reach the ears of the human beings at all.

It seems that everything is an illusion, yet it is so real.

All these changes were seen by He Bo. His eyes were calm and he just looked at Chen Xiang quietly, like a madman doing something impossible.

Time passed, from the outbreak of the flood, to the end of the flood, and then to the establishment of a new human stronghold, from animal skin spears and eating raw wild beast meat to the discovery of fire and eating cooked food.

Moreover, from various natural and man-made disasters, when humans were unable to resist, they gradually developed the ability to use weapons to resist, and some people even created writing. From then on, experiences were no longer passed on orally, but were recorded in books.

Stone carvings, wood carvings, bamboo slips, wooden books…

Later on, the flood was still there and the river before us was still surging.

But one day, someone had a sudden idea and imitated the movements of wild beasts to create pictographic boxing, which was widely spread among humans.

He even inhaled and exhaled purple air from the purple clouds of the morning sun and refined true Qi.

The formation of tribes, food, force, reproduction, and finally tribal wars and annexation...

The entire development history of the human race now appeared in Chenxiang's eyes like a painting paved with the long river of time and space.

From the initial intolerance and anger to numbness, and finally rebirth in numbness.

He suddenly felt that the human race was resilient.

The ancient human race never gave up. They went on to overcome countless desperate situations. No suffering could defeat them.

What's more, Chenxiang saw the horror and tenacity of vitality.

He never thought that the most difficult time for the human race was not now, nor was it for the ordinary people outside Jiuzhou.

Even if they are kept in captivity by demons, they can eat their fill and always survive by paying a price.

But in front of the ancient human race, death was too easy.

A gust of wind, a pool of water, or a disease can easily take away large numbers of lives.

But they never succumbed to suffering, but bravely moved forward.

The scene was still flashing before his eyes, but Chenxiang had already closed his eyes. Waves of energy were flowing around his body, gradually transforming into vitality.

"Not bad, you have some understanding."

When He Bo saw this, he smiled faintly, and a hint of smile appeared in his eyes.

He rarely appears, and even though he is in the position of He Bo, it is extremely rare to see him. He is the innate god, He Bo of the Yellow River.

After the establishment of the Heavenly Palace, he was also given the title of Yellow River God.

Like Erlang Shen of Guanjiangkou, they are people who only obey orders and not instructions.

Since his birth, He Bo has already reached the realm of True Lord, and he had achieved the status of Dao Fruit countless times ago.

Although he is not well-known in the Three Realms, it is because he is low-key enough. Apart from managing the Yellow River, he hardly interacts with others.

But He Bo's cultivation is not just the fruit of Taoism, he is comparable to the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan School.

If someone attains enlightenment in the Yellow River, he will lend a helping hand.

Chenxiang is just one of them.

Seeing that Chenxiang was already in the state of enlightenment, He Bo stopped interfering and closed his eyes and remained silent.

…………

"Ok?"

"What's going on? This axe has not moved for dozens of times, but now it is emitting light?"

“Could it be that someone with a destiny has arrived?”

In another deep water area of ​​the Yellow River, there stands a water palace, shining brightly, illuminating the entire abyss.

In the center of the water palace, there is a hall within a hall, magnificent and golden.

A beautiful woman sat on a cushion, opened her eyes, and was full of confusion. An axe placed on the table in front of her was emitting golden light.

And the surrounding water flows were constantly cut and separated by this light.

"Well, now that the destined person has appeared, I want to see what is so different about him."

As the daughter of the Yellow River God, Bing Xi has a noble status and can obtain any kind of spiritual treasure, but she just likes the Dayu Mountain-Splitting Axe in front of her.

This axe has been blessed with merits and is tainted with the destiny of humanity, enough to rival a top-grade innate spiritual treasure.

Even though she was the daughter of the Yellow River God, she could not obtain the innate top-grade spiritual treasure.

There are only a limited number of innate spiritual treasures, and He Bo only has three or two in his hands. Among them, the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Yellow River Map, is a thing condensed by heaven and earth, and can only be controlled by him.

Bing Xi does have a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure in her hand, the Water-Dividing Seal, which can divide all the water in the world, but compared to the Water-Dividing Seal, she prefers Dayu's Mountain-Splitting Axe.

After tens of thousands of years of hard work, he still has not been able to refine Dayu's Axe. Now that he sees the Axe flashing, he naturally wants to meet the person who is recognized by the Axe.

Standing up and walking out of the hall, Bing Xi disappeared into the water palace.

The next moment, he appeared above the surface of the Yellow River, hiding himself and spying on Chenxiang who was sitting on the shore.

She guessed that the person in front of her was the one destined to receive Dayu's axe.

There was something mysterious about this person's aura. Although his cultivation was not as good as hers, she couldn't see through this strange aura.

"Interesting. I want to see what qualifications you have to become the owner of Dayu's Mountain-Splitting Axe."

Bing Xi took a step forward and sat cross-legged within a hundred feet of Chenxiang, quietly waiting for Chenxiang to wake up.

But time passed, the sun and the moon changed, the stars moved, and in a blink of an eye, three years had passed. Chenxiang sat on the rocks on the river bank like a dead tree.

His body was even covered in dust, almost blending into the stone.

In three years, some people passed by and didn't even notice the agarwood in front of them.

At this moment, Chenxiang's aura was restrained and not emanating at all, and he indeed looked like a stone.

And on the foundation of his Dantian, a green lotus seed suddenly grew.

This lotus seed, glowing with green light, merged with the agarwood and took root in the Taoist foundation. It gradually used the agarwood's Dantian Taoist foundation as nutrients and began to devour the Taoist foundation that was previously built with the Dao of Life.

This process was extremely slow. It took Chenxiang ten years from the appearance of the lotus seed to its complete engulfment of the Taoist base.

Ten years later...

The surface of the agarwood sitting on the stone was glowing with green light, filled with the breath of life.

The next moment, the dust and stones that had condensed on the surface of the body for more than ten years began to crack and scatter, and the agarwood broke out of the shell like vegetation in the stone.

He jumped off the stone and stretched vigorously.

"Comfortable."

"Hey!"

"What's your name?"

When Bing Xi saw that Chenxiang had finished his meditation, she appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, with curiosity in her eyes.

Chenxiang was startled by Bingxi's sudden appearance.

"Who are you?"

"Hey, you are really interesting. You have been sitting outside my house for more than ten years. My father has helped you to realize the truth. And you ask me who I am?"

Looking at the woman with clever eyes in front of him, Chenxiang had some guesses in his mind.

"Are you the daughter of Habaek?"

Bing Xi nodded proudly: "Not bad, you have some knowledge."

"My name is Bingxi, what's your name?"

"Agarwood."

"Yang Chenxiang."

Bing Xi murmured, "Yang Chenxiang, this name sounds nice."

"Well, it suits your appearance."

Chen Xiang smiled and said, "This name was given by my mother."

"Goddess, could you please take me to see Senior Hebo? Senior Hebo has helped me realize the truth this time. His kindness is so great that I am already half a teacher. I should go and pay my respects to him."

Bing Xi curled her lips: "Humph, there's no hurry to see my father, you come with me first, this goddess has something to ask you."

As she spoke, Bing Xi took a step forward and plunged directly into the Yellow River.

Chenxiang thought about it and decided to follow her. After all, the girl's father had done him a favor, and it looked like the girl had been protecting him for more than ten years.

There should be no bad intentions, and even if there are bad intentions, I will not be afraid.

Even though the woman in front of him has reached the perfection of Zhenjun cultivation, Chenxiang is confident that he can defeat her in a fight.

Stepping into the Yellow River, the water was still turbulent and turbid. Following Bing Xi's figure to a water palace, Bing Xi waved.

"Come with me."

Chen Xiang also felt a throbbing in his heart at this moment, and followed without hesitation, as if something in it was related to him. (End of this chapter)