Under One Person, Reviving the Trinity Sect

In Point Nemo, the most remote location in Tianyuan, the sea breeze blows slowly in the middle of the night. The endless black ocean reveals a terrible and depressing atmosphere, as if a deep-sea monster lurking beneath the sea level, ready to devour its prey.

Dark clouds formed a pitch-black sky that covered the edge of vision. One amazing formation after another had already been properly arranged hundreds of miles away. In the central area of ​​the sea, there was an altar emitting green light and floating like a lotus.

On the altar, Xian Hua had a solemn expression. He held a soft and fine white jade wolf hair brush for warding off evil in his left hand, dipped in ink made from the blood of an ancient king and millennium-old iron shadow ore, and waved it wantonly in the air.

The handwriting like iron locks and silver hooks, suddenly like boiling magma, was deeply imprinted in the colorless void. All of them were arranged in an ancient Chinese array, neat and uniform, with a mysterious charm and beauty, and faint green Taoist patterns flowing in between.

This young man with a gentle and handsome face holds a star whisk in his right hand, which is classical and elegant. He gently waves it, and countless mottled stars come to life, as if living things, and fall towards the altar at his feet, forming a special array pattern to maintain the structure and basic laws of the formation.

Not far away, the three demon kings and the flying fairy master were watching.

"Fellow Daoist, how long will this formation take?"

Yue Min, who had been waiting for a week, asked the Feixian Master. During this period of time, he had been staying here but could not see the origin and function of this formation, and could not even judge its degree of completion.

"Did you see the outline of the red sun?"

The Immortal Master pointed at a red shadow on the north side of the altar, which was a projection of a sun that was not quite round and had some wrinkles.

"Sun, Moon, and Stars, this is only the first level of the architecture, and it will take another day or two to complete."

"Once the Red Sun is built, it will be the Bright Moon. After the Bright Moon, it will be the Big Dipper. There will be nine constellations in total."

"In addition, we need to carve all things, from the sky, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas to the mortal world, plants, gold and stone, and in between are living beings like you and me."

"The process is not that fast. It will probably take another month or two."

The tone of Feixian Yuzhu was filled with undisguised respect. He knew the true origin of formations like this one, but it was the first time he saw his uncle set up the formation, which was the highest unique skill of the Tianyan lineage - Creating the Heavens.

"Just take a look at it, don't try to memorize or replicate it. It's impossible for any living being to create an identical formation without the assistance of Tianyan's skills and special materials. If they have a little less luck or means, they will even incur heaven's punishment."

The Master of the Immortal added one more sentence, intentionally or unintentionally criticizing a certain cunning and greedy scholar.

"Oh, fellow Taoist, look at what you said. How could we be the kind of demons who would do such shameful things!"

Hearing the hidden meaning behind the words, Yaowu smiled a few times in agreement, with a simple and honest look, but in fact he was secretly complaining in his heart.

It and the two brothers Yue Min have been guarding here for more than a week. It concentrates on recording every detail and has a slight headache. There is always a memory that disappears strangely, as if it does not belong to it.

The more this happened, the more it wanted to try. However, after seven days and seven nights of hard work, it was all in vain. It even forgot the initial steps of setting up the formation.

"By the way, fellow Daoist, would you mind telling us about the principle behind this formation? If it involves the sect's secrets, forget it."

Yue Min also asked questions at this time. It asked these questions not because it was spying on anything, but mainly because it was worried that when Jiang Mo entered the formation, something unexpected happened and it would be confused and unable to help.

"The supreme martial art of the Tianyan lineage of the Feixian Sect, Zao Cang Tian, ​​is the name of this formation."

"In the distant past, Taoist Tian Yan had two unique skills. One was to see the will of heaven, and the other was to create the heavens. No one in history could master the former. It was a natural supernatural power born from the special physique of that old predecessor. He could talk to all the spirits in heaven and directly obtain all the secrets of the world, as easy as walking in a garden picking flowers and breaking branches."

"The latter was created by Taoist Master Tian Yan in his later years when he reached the state of perfection. The principle is to create a world that is highly similar to the real world, or even the same as it is, so as to accommodate the will of heaven that descends to the mortal world and resides there, and can be briefly peeped at, misappropriated, sealed, etc. by the caster."

"Divine will misappropriation? Seal? What are these?"

Yue Min was slightly stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that the human race would have such means to interfere with the will of heaven.

"To give a simple example, different parts of the world have different rain disasters and drought disasters, right?"

Feixian Yuzhu had a certain understanding of "Creating the Heavens", so he gave a rough explanation:

"It is God's will that decides which place will be hit by drought or flood, but we can also use formations to control God's will and turn drought-stricken areas into floods, and flood-stricken areas into droughts."

"To disregard the established laws of the fate of all living things for one's own desires is misappropriation."

"For example, a sect that is hostile to us discovered an unprecedented large spiritual vein in this era. This is a gift from God. We can also use 'Creating Heaven' to transfer this favorable fact to our Feixian Sect, and transfer the disaster that should have been ours to other sects. These are all part of the categories that 'Divine Will Misappropriation' can do."

Following the introduction of the Feixian Master, Yaowang, Yuemin, and Yueli all looked calm, but in fact, there were already turbulent waves in their hearts. How could the Feixian Cult have such a method? !
No wonder it has been able to flourish for more than five thousand years without ever declining, and continues to stand at the top of many secret realms of the human race.

Feixian Yuzhu raised a meaningful smile. He knew what these demon kings were thinking at the moment, but he was too lazy to explain. Instead, he continued:
"Another function is to seal it. It seals God's perception of the world."

"You also know that killing a certain amount of lives will lead to karma and thus punishment from the gods, right?"

A light bulb suddenly lit up in Yaowang's mind, and he blurted out subconsciously:

"In other words, you can do whatever you want during the period of sealing the will of heaven, whether it is to massacre a city or destroy a country, or to destroy a race or secret realm, without worrying about being entangled by karma?!"

"Yes." Feixian Yuzhu admitted.

"But this formation is not so easy to control. As you can see, my uncle-master has reached his peak state, and we still need Jiang Xiaoyou to join hands to bear the backlash of heaven's will."

"If it were any other immortal sage, they wouldn't have such excellent assistance, so it would be difficult to reproduce this unique miracle formation in the world."

The more Yue Min listened, the more horrified he felt. Playing with the will of heaven was unthinkable. He frowned and asked:
"If it succeeds, will there be an additional cost?"

"Of course, this is unavoidable. After a period of time since the will of heaven descended to the earth, it realized that this world did not belong to it, and thus rose up in resistance. As the one who set up the formation, I have to withstand the punishment brought by the backlash."

"This is also why I advise you not to touch it. If the means of creating the world are too poor, it will be broken by the Heavenly Consciousness in the first place. By then, let alone using it, you won't even have time to escape. Under the thunderbolt, all spirits will turn to dust."

The words of the Feixian Master completely put an end to Yaowang's little fantasy. It swallowed its saliva in disappointment, secretly thinking that it had escaped a disaster by luck.

Just as they were talking, a white light appeared in the distant sky, followed by Jiang Mo appearing on the altar and walking towards the Feixian Yuzhu.

"Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine."

Jiang Mo stared at the prototype of the universe in the center of the altar, which was constantly being constructed. In particular, the heavy look on Xian Hua's face seemed to be under great pressure. He was highly focused and murmured with emotion:
"Thank you for your hard work, how long will it take?"

"In one or two months, my uncle knew you would come, so he asked me to tell you to be prepared and take you to take over the body of faith of my sect in case of emergency. By then, you will be the main bearer of the formation, and you will be severely punished by heaven."

The Feixian Master held a jade talisman in one hand, injected true energy into it, and immediately deployed a teleportation array that led directly to the Feixian Secret Realm.

"Let's go?" he invited.

"no."

Jiang Mo waved his hand to decline, explaining the reason: "The Taoist Lords and Masters of your Feixian Sect have all made great contributions to the world. I used the sin-washing pool they left behind to wash away my karma. Now I have to preside over this great formation. Once the ceremony begins, I am afraid that only a few of the fifteen bodies of faith will be left."

"Daoyou, but..."

Feixian Yuzhu wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by a sudden sentence.

"Without those believers, I still have other solutions. Don't worry, the original plan will not be disrupted."

Jiang Mo said confidently, he raised his head slightly, the 'Creation of Heaven' in the void was becoming more and more perfect, which made him look forward to it.

As long as this hurdle is overcome, the time and coordinates of the arrival of the starry sky human race will be obtained.

Seeing that he was so confident, Feixian Yuzhu stopped persuading him and said, "Okay, as long as you are sure."

"However, there is only one chance like this. With Master's current cultivation and life, this formation can only be set up once. If you miss this opportunity, there will be no next time."

Feixian Yuzhu solemnly reminded him and said that he would accept changes in his opinion at any time.

"I know that I will not let his hard work go to waste."

Jiang Mo only promised softly, his eyes were as firm as iron. The next moment, he put his words into practice and issued a call to the other side of the boundless sea:

"Gentlemen, if you don't come back now, when will you come back?"

In an instant, his voice penetrated the thirty-three heavens, reached the underworld, and swept to every corner of the world.

Thirteen different innate Taoist bodies, summoned by a thought, flew over from all over at the most extreme speed.

After just over ten breaths, streams of light that filled the void cut through the sky one after another and landed on the altar on the sea.

"This is this!!"

Yao Wang took a closer look and was really scared. All of the people who came looked like Jiang Mo, and their cultivation was around the King Realm. The strongest among them was the Chaos Tao Body who had refined a secret realm overseas.

"They are all just my external bodies."

Jiang Mo smiled faintly and told the three kings and the Master of the Flying Immortal the origins of these external bodies. They were all made up of his flesh and blood and consciousness, and were also a part of his power.

He was in control from beginning to end.

“What is that step?” The Feixian Master raised his eyebrows slightly. Relying on these external bodies, it is still far from being able to share the heavenly punishment.

"Just cultivate into a reincarnation body."

Jiang Mo said lightly that this was the most effective way he could think of without sacrificing the fifteen bodies of the Flying Immortals.

Moreover, he has twenty-six fragments of the history book of time. He can send these bodies to different historical years to be tempered, to comprehend the mortal world, and to continuously collect the seals of the mortal world. When the training is completed, all the seals of the mortal world will be superimposed together, and it is destined to give birth to an unprecedentedly powerful reincarnation body to bear the catastrophe for him.

"Is it still too late?"

The Feixian Master was shocked. He didn't expect there would be such a wonderful plan.

"of course."

"After all, I am the controller of thousands of years of history, so I can still do this. Besides, you don't have to create great achievements, become a king, a general, or influence future generations to obtain the Red Dust Seal. Even if you do nothing, as long as you live a fulfilling life and experience birth, aging, sickness, and death, joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, it's all fine."

As Jiang Mo spoke, he sealed the cultivation of the thirteen outer bodies, making them appear and act like ordinary people. All their strange magical powers and spells were blocked.

During this period, in order to avoid being involved in cause and effect, not to affect the life of the beautiful woman, and not to become a towering tree for descendants, Jiang Mo also deliberately made means in the subconsciousness of the thirteen bodies, so that these bodies, that is, the only self, would not get married and have children while traveling in the world.

"I'll go ahead. I'm older. Thank you for protecting me."

"I will definitely live up to Xuanzun's trust." Yue Min responded solemnly.

"Walk."

Jiang Mo smiled faintly, took a step forward, and flashed to the sea ten thousand meters away. A stone island rose out of thin air, and he naturally sat in the center of the island. Yue Min began to protect him.

"Buzz!"

Jiang Mo closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and directly activated the fragments of the history book of time. One special time and space tunnel appeared after another.

"clatter"

"Da" "Da"

The footsteps became increasingly sparse, and different figures disappeared in the tunnel one after another. Until they all left, Jiang Mo's body was silently covered with a thin layer of gray film. He sealed the flow of his own time, and everything in the outside world was normal.

The thirteen bodies are like pieces of gravel falling into the eternal and endless river of history. They soon sink to the bottom or are swallowed up by the huge waves without causing the slightest ripple.

Jiang Mo did this on purpose. He would become a mortal in the truest sense and become one of the most ordinary people among all living beings. He would not have extraordinary wisdom, the ability to rise in troubled times, nor a rock-hard will.

He will be fearful, he will be selfish, he will be greedy, he will be arrogant.

He will be brave, he will be generous, he will be restrained, he will be humble.

He will bully the weak and flatter the strong, he will take advantage of the situation, he will add insult to injury, he will be cruel and ruthless.

He will lead by example, he will be steadfast, he will help others in times of need, and he will repay kindness.

He will be weak and fragile, he will be devastated by illness, he will be like any mortal being, traveling through the ages, all in the present moment!
In the endless river of time with countless events, at different times and places, there is always the same figure, silently moving forward.

Some people were born in poverty, suffered from war, joined the army, rushed to the front line, fought for the ancient monarchs and courts, risked their lives countless times, marched thousands of miles, and were a soldier following a majestic and heroic general.

Here, he is not called Jiang Mo. He has no name. He is just an unknown person who can only be called “Hey, you so-and-so”.

He shed blood, he charged, he fought with his life, he fought with different enemies, and after a great victory, he and his comrades enjoyed a bonfire feast, ate meat and got drunk.

The most eventful and glorious year in his life was when he was 34 years old. Because the general defeated the -strong army of a neighboring country and was greatly rewarded, he was fortunate to become one of the thousand-cavalry guards following the general, leaving the desolate and poor border and heading to the imperial capital to meet the emperor.

Even though they could only be stationed outside the imperial city and were not allowed to enter the palace, they still saw the unprecedented prosperity and were filled with emotion.

But later, when the general left the imperial city, he seemed to be worried, his face was as cold as ice, and he was not as happy as expected.

More than twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the young man who was once ragged, pale and skinny has become an old soldier in the army with a big belly.

He had lost one eye, was a little hunchbacked, had a thick beard, and had broken teeth. He always laughed heartily and heroically. Occasionally, with seasonal changes, he would suffer from rheumatism, and the excruciating pain in the joints all over his body would make him curse and swear. He would always toss and turn at night and could not sleep well.

One night, he was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep. Fearing to disturb his brothers in the camp, he got up on tiptoe, put on thin clothes, left the tent alone, and sat under an old tree a few feet away, rubbing his legs and feet that were in unbearable pain.

"Alas, it is useless. It is useless."

He muttered softly, tears glistening in his eyes, as if recalling some bad memories, of having no father, no mother, no wife, no children, no name, and no past.

If someone like him dies one day, I'm afraid no one will mourn him.

The nameless old soldier only prays to accumulate more military merits in this life so that he can be reborn into a good family in the next life.

But as he thought about it, he smiled bitterly and sighed silently. A guy like him who killed people without hesitation must have committed countless sins.

According to the Feng Shui rumors he heard from others, after death one would probably be condemned to eternal damnation, and there would be no afterlife.

Even if there is, it is probably just a confused beast.

The old soldier stayed here for a while, and then he met an old man on night patrol. He had a tall physique and majestic tiger eyes. At just one glance, Jiang Mo recognized him as a general. He stood up tremblingly and greeted him.

"General, my legs and feet hurt so much that I couldn't sleep at night. I didn't want to disturb others, so I came out to get some fresh air. I'll be right there..."

Before he could finish his trembling explanation, the general's gaze shifted to his black and swollen right ankle.

"what happened?"

"It's rheumatism." Jiang Mo responded somewhat at a loss.

The general's eyes were a little blurry, not as sharp as before. He took a closer look and then asserted:
"The sores on my legs and feet were contaminated by dirt, which caused the poisonous pus to accumulate in them."

"Uh, never mind, I'll be right back, General."

The old soldier, who was afraid of causing trouble to the barracks, said in panic.

"Wait for me here, don't walk around. Your foot will become useless if you don't get treated."

Looking at the general turning away, the old soldier stammered, "Ah? OK?"

After a while, the old man on night patrol came back with a sharp knife, a few bottles of medicinal wine, and a piece of silk that he had got from somewhere.

"Lie down."

"Sit still and bear with it"

Under the general's unquestionable order, the old soldier sat down against the tree. The general looked at the absurdly swollen boil and shouted:
"Fool, you have been in the army for so many years, but you don't know how to cherish your life?"

"General, you, you recognize me?" The old soldier's nose was sore.

"I don't recognize it."

"."

"Puchi!" At the moment of diverting attention, the old general swung his knife down, and the cold light cut open the poisonous sore. His rough and powerful hands helped the old soldier squeeze out the pus.

The depressed veteran pursed his lips slightly, feeling a little bitter and aggrieved, but was instantly brought back to reality by the huge pain.

At this moment, he grimaced in pain and took a deep breath, then he heard the general say something in a muffled voice.

"I lied to you."

"Qingyang Town, 19 years old, joined the army in the cold winter, left ear missing, that's about all I remember, you don't have a name."

The general's hands were incredibly strong. He squeezed out all the pus, then poured medicinal wine and powder on it. Finally, he wrapped it with a piece of silk, and kept telling the old soldier's life story.

"Yes, yes! It's me, General! It's me!"

"You remember me!" The old soldier's expression was moved and extremely excited, with a look of joy and excitement.

"Nonsense! I've been leading soldiers my whole life, how could I not know people?"

The general patted it, finished the bandage, and cursed with a laugh.

"It's cold, drink some wine to warm yourself up."

After that, the general threw another bottle of fine wine at the old soldier.

"Thank you, General. Thank you!"

The old soldier, who could not read a single word and had little cultural knowledge, racked his brains and came up with this sentence.

He held the wine jug in his hand, extremely excited, as if he had received the most proud reward in the world.

That night, the general and the old soldier talked for a long time, and most of the time the general was asking questions and the old soldier was answering.

The old soldier, who was not good at observing people's expressions, never realized that the general sitting next to him had a lot of things in his heart that he couldn't tell anyone else. He could only chat with the soldiers at night when no one was around to divert his attention and relieve his pain.

But for Jiang Mo, he was particularly excited and energetic that night. Being able to sit face to face and chat with the general was the honor of his life!
It was also from this day on that when the old soldier said goodbye, he had a new name. He was no longer "that guy", but Song Shoucheng.

The old soldier asked about the meaning of the name, but was amused by the general's straightforward answer.

"It has a bullshit meaning. When I went to the city before, I saw those fortune tellers holding a book and naming the newborn babies."

"I secretly read it a few times when I was young and memorized most of it. But after so many years, I have almost forgotten it all."

"Song Shoucheng, just make do with it."

"Yes! General!" The old soldier held his head high, as if he had been reborn, and his toothless mouth smiled particularly brightly.

After that, the veteran and the general stayed at the border for several years. The war became more and more severe. The neighboring countries had hundreds of thousands of troops that could cross the border at any time and cause a war, but fortunately, it was always calm.

Until he was 46 years old, the general he respected all his life was accused by the civil service group in the court of deceiving the emperor, concealing war reports, colluding with neighboring countries, and intending to rebel. So he launched a rebellion and attacked the imperial capital.

"Damn it! The general is seventy years old and has no legitimate son. How many years can he be emperor?"

"This dog emperor is just too comfortable sitting on the dragon throne and has lost his mind!"

Song Shoucheng cursed when he received the news. He was illiterate, did not understand the cumbersome formalities of patriotism, did not appreciate justice, and was not good at intrigue.

He was just a rough man. All he knew was that the general took him in when he was suffering from hunger and cold. In the following twenty years, he followed the general in battles across the country.

The hideous scars on their bodies proved their loyalty to the court, and the old soldier also saw with his own eyes that the general, whom he revered as a god, grew old little by little, became gray-haired, and finally looked haggard.

He almost sacrificed his entire life for the country.

Song Shoucheng knew the source of the general's pain. His wife died early, and his only daughter became a concubine in the court, but she did not live a happy life. The so-called concubine favor was just a means for the emperor to curb him.

That concubine had died in a palace fight before the rebellion. She committed suicide with the emperor's tacit approval and the queen's gift of poisoned wine.

Upon hearing the news, the old general was branded as a traitor and a deceitful emperor before he had time to grieve.

So, this army that had been guarding the border for many years followed their general and marched towards the imperial capital, determined to demand an explanation, kill the evil queen, and hold the dog emperor accountable.

However, things went against their wishes. In less than two months, they were besieged by various warlords.

After all, they are old, and the war horses they ride are old, weak, sick and disabled, no longer young and agile, and cannot compete with the young and strong horses of the princes. The blades in their hands are also covered with cracks from years of fighting.

This is a war that will probably be lost before it even begins.

The entire army was like a flickering candle that could go out at any time in a rainy night, and would eventually be extinguished and defeated.

Not a single veteran survived, all were buried on the battlefield along with their generals.

Song Shoucheng also died. He was stabbed to death by several iron spears. Hot and turbid tears fell from his weathered cheeks. His only remaining eye was full of bloodshot, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

"what!!!"

He let out a sad roar like a wild beast, hatred burning in his bones, and could only watch his general staggering as the enemy shot him through the heart, killing him on the spot, his sword clanging to the ground.

With a "puff", Song Shoucheng was shot again, his whole body was filled with bloody holes, and he fell down due to exhaustion.

In his dying moments, he sobbed and wailed, feeling miserable for himself and the general's fate.

The life came to an end. The old soldier's body was burned by the flames of war and corroded by the continuous rain, and finally turned into a pool of mud. (End of this chapter)