Volume One: The River God Marries a Wife

In the world of Lilu, a reincarnated youth—

Prologue: Land of Buried Bones

The entire sky was gray, shrouded in a layer of mist, displaying a strange dark red hue!

The earth was even more pitted and uneven, with huge craters appearing from time to time, exuding an indescribable aura of death, and here and there, scattered white bones faintly emerged.

Beneath a half-collapsed cliff, a Daoist sat quietly in meditation. Above his head, a stream of clear energy shot out, transforming into a blue lotus. This blue lotus slowly rotated, circulating endlessly, gradually dissolving and transforming the wisps of black and gray energy around, absorbing them within.

Heaven and earth in chaos, yin and yang transforming each other—this gray energy was the power of yin fiend and death, enveloping this land, but for this Daoist, it was not indestructible.

In front of him was a small bottle, black and white energies swirling, with some turbid water inside, gradually becoming clear.

After a while, the blue lotus retracted into his body, and the Daoist opened his eyes. Seeing the bottle before him, he couldn't help but show a look of joy.

In the past, this Daoist had long reached the stage of fasting, but in the fierce and seemingly endless war, expending vast energy to fast was no different from suicide. Only by supplementing with jade liquid containing water and nutrients could the body remain at its peak.

However, this world had long been polluted by the power of death; it had to be purified before it could be consumed.

He drank the now-clear water in one gulp, absorbing it into his body. The Daoist's body rapidly transformed, and in just a few breaths, his physical energy reached its peak.

Deep underground in the distance, the faint sound of a torrent could be heard—this was the power of death brewing below. In this land, death had long been tainted, and the underworld had already been destroyed.

"Come on, our Daoist sect will not lose. Behind us is still our world!" After consuming the jade liquid, the Daoist entered meditation again, his breath deeply hidden, heartbeat gradually slowing to a stop. Only a faint blue lotus appeared once more, continuously transforming death and evil power into clear energy, nourishing his body and primordial spirit.

No one knew how much time had passed when—thud, thud, thud—a heavy sound of hooves approached. A group of knights shrouded in thick gray-black aura came from the distance, neither fast nor slow, scanning the surroundings.

Looking closely, though these knights wore armor and held lances, they were no longer living beings. Whether knight or steed, their eyes were red, flesh withered and dry.

These were Death Knights!

At the head was a knight in full heavy armor, riding a nightmare steed. He paused, then spoke: "Lucas Foster died in battle here. His soul has not returned to our lord's divine realm!"

The voice of this Death Knight was low and imposing. His eyes lit up as he scanned the area, speaking slowly: "Our duty is to sweep this region, even if it means dying in battle!"

"As long as we die in battle again, it will confirm the presence of a powerful heretic here. The divine realm will send an envoy to completely erase the heretic from the land of buried bones."

"Yes!" The silent Death Knights, their red eyes lighting up, gripped their lances tightly, a murderous intent soaring to the sky.

At that moment, at the cave entrance beneath the cliff, a jade talisman suddenly exploded, causing the entire cave to tremble. The Daoist awoke from deep meditation.

The aura of death brought a rushing sound.

The Daoist's divine sense swept out in an instant, "seeing" the Death Knights galloping ten miles away.

In a flash, the Daoist recalled the scenes of his senior brothers and sisters, and elders of the sect, dying at the hands of these demons. Yet this painful emotion flickered and vanished.

In this outer realm invaded by demons, there was no room for the luxury of grief.

Primordial spirit condensed, clear energy spread, and the sorrow in his golden eyes faded, turning indifferent. In a single thought, radiance burst forth, countless tiny golden incantations emerged from his palm, forming a ball of lightning, and he shouted: "Demon, meet your end!"

The lightning shot out swiftly, tearing through the sky, descending in an instant.

"Our lord is the destination of all things!" The Death Knight seemed accustomed to such situations, unable to dodge in time, roared, and a gray-black shield instantly appeared.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the golden lightning struck the gray-black shield, momentarily halting, and countless tiny gray symbols appeared. The two forces collided, shattering each other, sending energy flying everywhere.

The Daoist flicked his sleeve, saying no more. A flash of golden light between his fingers, a sword light shot out before the thunder had faded. The sword light twisted, instantly shredding the Death Knight, and with another twist, the soul was annihilated.

Suddenly, a cold snort was heard from afar. Though it seemed faint, it caused the clouds and mist to churn, the sky to turn gray, and even the distant sun and stars to dim.

The Daoist looked up to see dark clouds rolling in, death enveloping heaven and earth, exuding an aura of desolation. He couldn't help but feel alarmed, sighing inwardly.

"This region can no longer be stayed in; I must leave quickly. But this evil god is truly a great calamity of heaven and earth, also mastering the laws, able to condense deathly energy and shroud the world, turning this outer realm into a land of buried bones. Only by slaying this god can the old days be restored. Yet the last group of Daoist disciples and heavenly gods who came here have all perished. Who knows when the next group will arrive?"