Under One Person, Reviving the Trinity Sect

"Thank you for your praise, thank you for your praise. Compared with you, you are still far inferior. You are just showing off your skills in front of an expert."

Xian Hua stroked his beard and smiled modestly. When he cultivated this body of faith and brought it to perfection, he was already over 500 years old. Naturally, his achievements in cultivation were inferior to Jiang Mo's.

This is the essence of the Feixian Sect. Including this body of faith, the body of faith of the Feixian Master, and the bodies of faith of all the masters and Taoists throughout the ages, Jiang Mo estimated that there are at least more than 20 bodies of faith sleeping in the Feixian forbidden area.

Those believers may not necessarily be able to compete with real living Masters, but with the support of such a huge number, there is no problem for them to sit firmly at the top among all the factions.

"The strength of the body of faith is related to the practitioner's cultivation and the amount of incense collected, each accounting for 50% of the influence."

"In the past few thousand years in the mortal world, disciples of the Feixian Sect often traveled outside, harvesting various incense offerings, or transformed into heroes or gods to support the dynasty and the country. This was also a common occurrence."

The old man seemed to sense what Jiang Mo was thinking, and smiled leisurely: "However, there are not as many believers in the church as you think. Many times, there is a lack of incense, and we cannot refine them just because we want to. Throughout history, there have only been fifteen."

"Then I would like to ask, did your ancestor stay behind before he passed away?"

Jiang Mo was curious. Logically speaking, the Feixian Daojun and Feixian Tianzun inside and outside the world were the same person. If he had founded a sect back then, he should have left behind a body of faith whether he passed away or went far away.

"without"

The old man shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly:

"The population at that time was pitifully small, and we couldn't gather the huge amount of incense needed to build a body of faith. The ancestor only pointed out a path for us descendants. When he was still in this world, he couldn't explore this path in depth."

"It was not until hundreds and thousands of years later that the human race in Middle-earth gradually prospered and the population increased. Only then did our third generation Master successfully cultivate the first body of faith."

"However, it is very crude. It doesn't even have one-third of the combat power of the sage. It is not even as good as many of the secret techniques and magical powers we usually practice. It is a thankless task."

"Later, after a thousand years, two thousand years, and three thousand years, there were more and more people. We were on the right path, and the faith bodies we cultivated became stronger and stronger. The incense we had was barely enough. What really determined whether the faith body was strong or not was actually our own cultivation."

"So that's what happened."

Jiang Mo sighed slightly. A long time ago, he knew about the existence of the faith body from some ancient books. With his early faith in various places in Kyushu, the faith body he cultivated was absolutely powerful and terrifying.

But the reason why he didn't do so was because he didn't have any specific secret method of cultivation, nor was he absolutely sure that he could suppress and erase the independent consciousness after the body of faith was forged. Even if he had his own soul and thoughts injected into it, he couldn't fundamentally control this power.

Billions of beliefs and countless human desires will gradually corrode and pollute the purity of the split soul over a long period of time. The consequence is that the belief body becomes less and less like the original body, and may even be out of the control of the original body.

"My friend, are you interested in this technique? If you want to learn it, I will teach you."

Xian Hua said generously without any hesitation. In fact, he was very curious to see what level Jiang Mo's practice of faith body could reach.

"Do you think I can do it?" Jiang Mo asked back.

"of course."

"Don't let me calculate it with my fingers."

The old man had kind eyes and said with a smile, counting lightly with his skinny right hand, and in less than a few seconds, he gave an exact result.

"Ninety-three percent."

"Ah? Is the probability so high?"

"No, what I mean is that the body of faith you have cultivated will have 93% of your current combat power. The remaining is because of insufficient faith. Otherwise, it can still be pushed to 100%."

"Is that so? To be honest, I'm a little tempted."

Jiang Mo chuckled a few times, then declined politely:
"But I don't want to ask for anything from this world. Some of them hate me to the core and fear me like a demon. So let's forget it."

"I respect your idea. It's not too late to talk to you when you are interested."

Xianhua put down the teacup, and the young man beside him began to slowly disappear, as if he had never appeared, without any residual Qi.

"By the way, when you cultivate to the second level of the 'Yu Zhen' realm, will there be a limit to the number of faith bodies you can control?"

"Yes, one is the foundation, two is mastery, three is perfection, and four is the limit."

"Even if there is a huge gap in strength between us, is it okay?"

Jiang Mo asked again, and all he got was a faint smile from the old man, followed by a slight nod.

"Well, that's why I want to trouble you. Although these secrets are known only to a very small number of people in Feixian Sect, I am still worried that something unexpected will happen. If the suppression of Tianyuan World completely disappears in the future, I beg you to escort my junior to Feixian County and seize the body of faith left by the ancestor, so that we can join forces to defend this world together."

"Can you represent him?"

Jiang Mo looked at the old man calmly. The "he" here was undoubtedly referring to the Feixian Yuzhu. Even though Jiang Mo's cultivation was higher than his, he could not fully understand what was in this person's mind.

"can."

As Xian Hua spoke, he took out a yellowed secret book and handed it to Jiang Mo. It was a method for cultivating the body of faith.

"Of course, I'm not him, so I can't say with 100% certainty that he won't change after receiving the master's faith."

"If you are worried, you can take it yourself."

"Senior, are you so confident in handing over that body of faith to me?"

Jiang Mo took a quick glance at it, did not take the ancient book, nor did he explicitly refuse.

"rest assured."

"Whether you get it or not, it's the same to you. Isn't your most powerful force still yourself?"

"Without your protection, it is unlikely that Lingchuan will be able to get close to Feixian County. The most powerful people in the imperial dynasty will not allow such a special person to go to Feixian County."

"In their view, this is undoubtedly a possible motive to seize the body of faith. Regardless of whether we have a specific method of refining it or not, they will definitely be very suspicious."

"The worst-case scenario is that we don't have it, and we get robbed and slaughtered by them."

"The best case scenario is that we have it, and before they even notice, we can awaken them, take control, and gain a foothold in one fell swoop."

The more Xian Hua talked, the more headache he had. He frowned and counted carefully: "The four great kings, the emperor, the national teacher. Even the demon king and demon emperor of the Sunset Royal Court, and the people of the Void Sword Sect, may intervene." "It's not that I don't trust Ling Chuan, but under so much pressure, even if we use the power of the entire sect and all the believers, we can't escort him to Feixian County."

"If there is anyone in the world who can do this, it's only you, my friend."

"Can you help him?"

Jiang Mo thought for a moment, then said, "He needs to swear to me the truth. If he really goes to the opposite side in the future, sir, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying this, he clasped his fists lightly and bowed to the old man. This elder had done him a favor, and even though it was extremely dangerous to escort the Lord of Feixian to Feixian County, he still agreed.

This is not only helping the Feixian Sect, but also helping himself and the entire Tianyuan world.

Gaining one more peerless Dao Lord-level combat power is of extraordinary significance. With the addition of himself, even if a complete war breaks out with the imperial dynasty and the territory is sunk for thousands of miles, he does not have to worry about the positions in the rear with no one to protect them.

"Thank you, little friend."

The old man clasped his fists and bowed deeply in return.

"You're welcome, senior. You are older than me and I feel humbled to accept such a generous gift." Jiang Mo quickly helped the old man up.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

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"No matter how many words of gratitude you say, they are still insignificant and are not as good as real gifts."

"My friend, I will give you the twelve supreme secrets of the Feixian Sect today. I hope they can help you a little."

The old man intercepted some memories in his mind, gathered them into a crystal light that appeared on the fingertips of his right hand, motioning Jiang Mo to come forward and prepare to pass them on to him.

"This is the foundation of the religion. Senior, I'm afraid it would be inappropriate if you gave it to me."

"I like you very much, my junior. It's a pity that you and I don't live in the same era. Otherwise, I would definitely accept you as the true disciple of Feixian Sect."

"Take it. The territory outside is extremely dangerous and hard to guard against. Moreover, the power of the History Book will be limited. I know that you have practiced the "Boundless Ten Thousand Territories" of the Taxu Palace. With the "Past Body" of my Feixian Sect, you will have a chance to escape and save your life in the event of a crisis."

The old man persuaded Jiang Mo earnestly and finally convinced him to accept it.

"Thank you for the teachings, Senior. I will keep them in mind."

On the same day, on the other side of the ocean, in North America, New York.

There stand one dark skyscraper after another. Huge metal flying vehicles of strange shapes appear above the city, while the city below still maintains a prosperous scene. The blood-red sunset covers the entire bustling city.

After experiencing the Crisis of Gods, the Crisis of Omnics, and the Crisis of Extraordinary Creatures, the order of the Empire was once on the verge of collapse.

Later, a special local race revived from the secret realm, and took over the entire country with absolute strength. They reached some kind of cooperation with the human top leaders, and summoned back the artificial intelligence that was almost extinct in the past and put it to use.

Today, the owner of this city is the Dark Spirit Clan, one of the five major native forces in North America.

They are a species that are highly similar to humans, with dark skin, extremely skilled in witchcraft, and extremely terrifying intelligence. Especially with the blessing of the life of the artificial intelligence race, various research techniques in the field of witchcraft in the past have achieved unprecedented and fruitful results.

Unlike other supernatural species, the Dark Spirits are a branch of the human race, and they themselves acknowledge this identity, otherwise they would not cooperate with countries on land to help maintain order in the vast territory.

For the human high-ranking officials who are dominated by demons, this routine is very familiar to them. There is not much difference between the Dark Spirits and the demons in the past. They just want to act like parasites, clinging to the lifeblood of the empire, sucking its blood, and harvesting all kinds of rich resources.

After six or seven years, the once world's first empire gradually rebuilt its order and entered a special era similar to cyberpunk where witchcraft, magic, and superpowers coexist.

Humans still rule their continental cities on the surface, but every prosperous capital city basically has several powerful Dark Spirit people stationed there, controlling everything behind the scenes.

Their strength is far above that of a Level 5 awakener, and they are assisted by slaves with artificial intelligence life forms, thus reaching an unimaginable level of control over the city.

Evening, around seven o'clock, in downtown New York City.

A conference room on the top floor of one of the tallest buildings, magnificent and luxuriously decorated, sat around a conference table several meters long, with high-ranking human officials from the Supernatural Bureau that governs the order of New York, as well as several congressmen and high-ranking officials.

At the same time, there were five artificial intelligence life forms wearing white research coats. Their appearance and structure were the same as those of humans, and the difference could not even be seen with the naked eye.

In the center of the seats were four old men from the Dark Spirit Clan who were in charge of New York. They were slightly taller than the humans present, all over two meters tall, and wore black and gold robes, like medieval nobles.

However, these creatures in the secret realm, who should have been calm and composed in their expressions, now looked a little strange.

The highest-ranking Dark Spirit elder, Bowen, holds a report jointly submitted by the artificial intelligence life form Astelan, the current chief scientist of the empire, and the current director of the Ability Bureau, Ivis (the first awakener in the world to be promoted to level 5 in the new era). The more he reads the content, the more he frowns.

On the left and right sides of the old man were three other Dark Spirit people of similar age. Their expressions gradually changed subtly, as if they were shocked and fearful.

"Is the source of the information reliable?"

Bo Wen read to the end of the report, slowly put down the projected virtual document in his hand, and asked the human executives present.

"The news has been confirmed to be correct. The advice given over there is that before the situation escalates, we, the creatures on the surface, should concentrate all our efforts to eliminate the hidden dangers underground."

Elvis from the Ability Bureau said expressionlessly, his voice mechanical and indifferent, and he did not even try to hide his impatience. His strength was vaguely comparable to that of several Dark Spirit elders, and he was also the most powerful human present.

His eyes kept intentionally or unintentionally sweeping over the several artificial intelligence life forms on the other side of the conference table, as if he wanted to take action at any time and chop these monsters that disrupted order into pieces.

Faced with Elvis' hostility, those AI intelligent lives in human skin turned a blind eye, not afraid at all, sitting as steady as a mountain, and even looking at him with a provocative smile.

"So, what they mean is that the power of our tribe and your country alone is not enough?"

Bowen held his chin with one hand, questioning Elvis's opinion with a look of playful scrutiny.

"not enough."

"According to the information revealed by a friend of mine, the monsters that forced those races to leave the star beneath their feet were the cultivators from the East. To be more precise, they were the masters standing at the top and the extraordinary creatures living there, also known as the Demon King."

"Sir Bowen, I can only exercise the right to report. As for whether to send this report to other countries and unite all forces to eliminate the threat in advance, the decision is in your hands."

Ivis was not afraid of the fierce and majestic gaze of the alien elder, and spoke calmly and slowly.

In his opinion, the world is already in such a mess, so what difference does it make if the storm comes more thoroughly? (End of this chapter)