Under One Person, Reviving the Trinity Sect

The radius of the moon is more than 1700 kilometers, while the radius of the celestial body shattered by the fist light is more than 27 kilometers, which is about times the size of the moon. It was reduced to ashes without even a moment's hindrance.

The path opened by the fist light left behind a vast white storm, and the densely packed meteorites that were originally wandering in it disappeared in an instant.

As Lu Ci looked at this scene that surpassed all myths and miracles of ancient and modern times, his brain completely shut down, his pupils shrank into needles, his breathing became slightly rapid, and for a moment he forgot to think, and just raced against time to enjoy the remnants of that peerless holy scene.

After the attack, Jiang Mo retracted his punches, with no sadness or joy on his face, without any emotion. To him, this was not true strength.

Any star that cannot give birth to life will not develop its own life magnetic field. The difference between having a life magnetic field or not is huge.

There are three types of stars in the world. One is the ones with life, like Tianyuan. Deep underground there is the source of chaos that releases terrible energy all the time. Even a master like Jiang Mo cannot completely annihilate it with one blow.

The second type is the one that cannot give birth to life, and the origin of chaos is dried up. Generally, this type of planet is just an empty shell, and no matter how big it is, it will be shattered by a single punch.

The last type, that is, stars are life, blessed by the origin of chaos, and have a special and independent destiny that drives them to devour the origin of chaos of other planets.

Jiang Mo had read the ancient books of the Feixian Sect and learned that there were once 16 planets in the solar system. Unfortunately, after thousands of years of fighting among the Lords, Taoist Lords, Ancient Kings, and Overlords, the number had been reduced by half.

However, those planets that could not nurture life were no different from the celestial body that had been turned into billions of dust particles by the destruction of Ruyi Jin, and could not withstand the aftermath of the battles between the monsters like Daojun and Yuzhu.

Therefore, in certain ancient times in the ancient times, the strongest people of many local forces often went to outer space and fought with all their might without any restrictions.

If the war breaks out on earth, it will also cause irreparable losses, which is a result that the strongest people on both sides do not want to see.

"drop--"

Lu Ci observed the vast boxing spirit for a long time before he gradually regained his composure, pressed the shutter button of the camera, and completed the photo.

His weather-beaten and wrinkled face slowly relaxed, revealing a bright and gratified smile. Looking at the finished video, he felt a myriad of emotions in his heart. This was undoubtedly the most magnificent scene he had ever seen in his life.

It is an infinite treasure left to future generations. The peak stands there, dazzling and unique, allowing future generations to worship, climb and chase after it.

Many traditional martial arts and some techniques circulated among the people are often replaced by stronger and more convenient new things in the changing times, and thus decline.

In ancient times, the Ruyi Power of their Lu family had a resounding reputation in the world of strangers. Their ancestors had produced many generals and warriors, all of whom were heroes who could stand alone against hundreds of men. They left their names for future generations and were a source of pride for their descendants.

Hundreds of years passed, and it was the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China. Guns and cannons appeared out of nowhere. Just some lumps of iron could match Ruyi Jin's ten years of hard training, not to mention the behemoths such as cannons, airplanes, and battleships that came later.

Decline is inevitable.

Not to mention the revival of spiritual energy in the new century, the awakening of superpowers, the practice of martial arts, the chaos of demons, the emergence of mechas, etc.

Even the Shuangquan Hand, one of the eight miracles that was once considered a taboo in the alien world, has become a thing of the past.

The Lu family's Ruyi Jin is in the same situation.

Even if there are geniuses in the clan who shine, and with their own special abilities, they can increase the power of Ruyi Jin by several levels, it cannot conceal the fact that its essence is a martial art of fists and feet, and the upper limit is locked there.

Lu Ci also knew that human strength is far more important than the strength of skills, methods and tools. That's why he asked Jiang Mo to use Ruyi Jin once, keeping it as a thought and using it to encourage his fellow tribesmen.

"Thank you." Lu Ci bowed solemnly to Jiang Mo.

"Easy to do."

Jiang Mo knew what he was thinking, but did not make any comments. What did human wishes have to do with him?
Perhaps to outsiders, this behavior is self-deception, but Lu Ci himself does not think so. He has seen the brightest light of Ruyi Jin, and that is enough.

"Let's go back."

Jiang Mo turned around and walked barefoot in the vast void, as if there were invisible steps under his feet. He easily stepped into the portal of the void and returned to the Trinity Gate in the human world.

"Hey! Here we come, Chief Jiang."

Lu Ci chased after the tall and majestic figure. At that moment, he couldn't help but envy Lu Jin's choice. His thoughts were pulled back to his childhood. He wished he had also become a disciple of the Trinity Sect.

In the evening, after seeing off several people from the Lu family, Jiang Mo stood quietly in front of the mountain gate, letting the lingering red afterglow of the setting sun fall on his shoulders, jumping and flashing.

His eyes looked out over the boundless land, where the mountains rose and fell like dragons, extremely magnificent.

That feeling came back again, as if a lighthouse suddenly appeared in the ocean of eternal night, marking the direction.

Jiang Mo knew that this feeling similar to sudden enlightenment and realization was given to him by the newborn baby of the Lu family. However, it was far from enough and could not support him to break through to the state of 'holding the void'.

Continuous contact with guests from the Tianshi Mansion and the Lu family brought him to the end of his cultivation path, and there were faint signs of progress.

Soon, the sun sank into the horizon and night fell. Jiang Mo remained silent and no longer thought about how to grasp that wonderful insight.

Because a friendly voice came from the Taoist palace behind him.

"Oi, Junior Brother, it's time to eat!"

The old man who was in charge of cooking in the kitchen shouted out of the window and received an immediate response.

"Here we come, senior brother."

The ordinary and beautiful days pass by one by one.

In the blink of an eye, it was around Qingming Festival. Jiang Mo personally organized a memorial ceremony and took his disciples to the cemetery in the back mountain to mourn his deceased disciples and teachers.

As the first master, after completing the basic rituals, he turned around and looked at the groups of disciples, the second and third generation disciples, the three guardians, and the transformed old and young demons of the Northeastern elves, and sighed slightly:

“Who wants to see a deceased relative?”

"I can go back in time and send you back, giving you a chance to meet each other, instead of just mourning over the grave and grieving in your heart."

"You can go as many times as you want, and it won't be a burden on me."

"!!!"

When these words were spoken, the whole audience was shocked and speechless at first, and then some people slowly raised their hands.

One.

two.

Three.

Arms popped up like mushrooms after rain, one after another, and everyone had someone they wanted to meet.

In an instant, without the need for his disciples to respond, Jiang Mo's Eye of Truth told him the answer.

Lu Jin wants to see his mother who died of illness when he was young, as well as his master Zuo Ruotong, his father Lu Xuan, his great-grandfather Lu Gong, his wife Liang Shuning, and the mother of his granddaughter Lu Linglong.

Si Chong wants to see his master Miao Hui and his senior brother Zuo Ruo Tong
Zhuge Yu wants to see his adoptive father Zhuge Lan, the old man who adopted him, and his parents who died unexpectedly.
Changqing, Shuiyun, Shengsheng, Liqing, and Chengzhen each have someone they want to meet.

Even Yousha, who was as cold as ice inside and out, was slightly stunned, and she wanted to go back to her mentor Mr. Klein who taught her magic many years ago.

The descendants of the Northeastern elves want to see their parents and ancestors.

"Go, I am with you, do not be afraid."

Jiang Mo's words came into being, and the power of the history book was suddenly activated. The long river of time surged, dragging everyone into the old history they most wanted to go to.

Even he himself transformed into three figures, calmly stepping into the long river of time with endless waves, and met three old friends, his senior brother, master, and uncle respectively.

Especially the last two, when they were about to die and their souls were about to dissipate, Jiang Mo waved his hand casually, and their lives were revived and they came back to life, but that piece of historical time and space was solidified.

In order to prevent the history of future generations from being disturbed, these two people still have to die. Before Jiang Mo collects the fragments of the history book of time, he cannot pull them out from the long river of time. He can only descend into the time and space where the other party is and communicate with them.

Taoist Miaohui, who was lying on the hospital bed and was about to die, suddenly saw a strange figure appear in front of the bed. The figure looked exactly like the young man who was crying beside his bed.

It’s just that one is like an immortal, and the other is mortal.

For a moment, Miao Hui was stunned, unable to believe the scene before him.

"I hope you are well, Master."

"You... you are Mo'er?!" Miaohui asked in a trembling voice.

"Well, I came here from a hundred years later."

Jiang Mo admitted everything and told the old man roughly what had happened.

"Have you become an immortal?" Miao Hui was excited and shed tears.

"No."

Jiang Mo responded with a faint smile. He sat in front of the bed and chatted with his master about everything in the future. The old man felt relieved after listening to him and his face turned rosy.

What he was most worried about before his death was the future development of the sect. He was afraid that his senior brother would bring disaster to the world. When he heard that Chong Yan was killed, he felt relieved.

Especially later, when he heard about Jiang Mo's life, he was filled with mixed feelings, including bitterness, relief, and pride. He raised his wrinkled right hand, tremblingly holding Jiang Mo's left hand, and murmured in a daze:

"Thank you for your hard work, kid."

"Master is proud of you. You are my greatest pride in this life."

"Without your careful cultivation, there would be no achievements of my disciples today."

"Come, get up, I'll take you for a walk and see the magnificence of the world."

Jiang Mo carefully helped the old man up. The old man looked at the white jade dress, then looked at his own dry and yellow hands. He was obviously reluctant to touch it, for fear of adding dust to the dress.

However, Jiang Mo smiled slightly, took the initiative to help the old man walk, and with a wave of his hand, a stream of light appeared, tearing through the clouds. He took his mentor to visit various places on earth, allowing the old man to experience the state of controlling Qi and riding the wind that he had been seeking all his life but could not achieve.

Another time and space, the northern wilderness, the devil's cave.

The dying Chong Yan and the young Jiang Mo, both at the end of their life, were still gathering their last bit of strength, trying to deliver a fatal blow to bring down their destined enemy.

Time and space froze for a moment. In Chong Yan's eyes full of astonishment and fear of the unknown, Jiang Mo, who had set foot here from the future, smiled gently and said something that made him shudder.

"Uncle Master, can we chat?"

The same appearance, so powerful that it makes the whole world pale in comparison, as if carrying the heaven on his back, this is the most extreme sense of oppression that Jiang Mo gives Chong Yan.

Faced with such a being that looked like an immortal in both spirit and form, Chong Yan collapsed to the ground, completely losing his voice and laughing bitterly:
“It’s not an illusion.”

"My good nephew, you win."

"call out--!"

Jiang Mo threw a bottle of wine casually, which turned into a black shadow that flew into the air and fell into Chong Yan's hands.

This old monster, who had burned out his life and was no longer human, was ugly and bloody, a living ghost and demon. He had no guard at all, crushed the wine bottle with his bare hands, raised his head and drank happily, feeling very refreshed. "It's great!"

"happy!"

"Young man!"

Chong Yan said yes repeatedly. His behavior was bold and unrestrained. He asked with a grim smile:
"Where did it come from? From the sky?"

"future."

The moment Jiang Mo gave this answer, Chong Yan seemed to have thought of something, his face froze, and a feeling of powerless despair burst out.

Sure enough, he still lost
"Why, did you come back specially to deal with an old man like me?"

Chongyan's mind worked quickly, and he uttered a joking remark.

"Can't talk about it."

Jiang Mo looked at the old man's cloudy, bloodshot eyes and spoke seriously:
"I have completed the journey you have not yet completed."

"."

Chong Yan fell silent. After a while, he slowly exhaled a breath. Even his dull eyes had a little color. He asked in disbelief:

"How did you do it? Have all those sects been destroyed?"

"Yes, I have conquered all six secret realms, and I have also reopened our own secret realm."

"In the future that you cannot see, the sect has not declined, but it is still a long way from being number one."

Jiang Mo described in detail to Chong Yan the events of his conquest of the six secret realms. He felt as if he were in a dream and everything seemed particularly unreal.

"and you.?"

Jiang Mo knew what he was thinking, and said without hesitation:
"I have reached the pinnacle of the world, and no one is above me."

"Great, great. Miaohui really accepted a good disciple!!!"

Chong Yan took a few big gulps of the wine, and his laughter spread across the vast wasteland.

"Then what exactly do you want to do when you come back this time?"

"Look at you." Jiang Mo said casually.

"Look at me?"

Chong Yan was stunned. He did not expect such an abrupt answer. The desolation on his face became more intense. His paranoid and sinister eyes began to evade. He looked away and no longer met Jiang Mo's gaze. He asked again:
"Don't you hate me?"

"I have committed many murders and enslaved many tribes. I am an out-and-out evil cultivator. No matter how high-sounding my excuses are, I still step on the corpses of others to satisfy my own desires."

At this point, Chong Yan paused, looked at the half-dead, bleeding Jiang Mo not far away, and sneered at himself:
"Besides, I almost ruined you. What's there to see in a ridiculous guy like me?"

Jiang Mo listened to his words patiently, and then said:

"You will be punished for what you have done. If one lifetime is not enough, you will have to pay for it in ten or a hundred lifetimes."

"When you chose this path, since you didn't regret it and didn't waver, then there's no point in what I say now."

"I came here to see you, firstly to let you die with understanding and fulfill your wish, and secondly to say thank you."

"."

Chong Yan turned his head like a machine, his voice hoarse: "What are you thanking me for? I didn't accomplish anything."

"Thank you for holding back."

Jiang Mo said this lightly. A cultivator who has reached his level of cultivation would have extremely clear memories of the past. Looking back now, it was indeed Chong Yan who was in a better condition and held back in the last game that year.

Probably 99% of my strength.

"Can you see this?"

"No wonder. No wonder."

Chong Yan smiled bitterly, raised his hand to brush away the sticky bloodstained black hair, and explained the reason:

"I'm old. If I were to use force, you might die. A talent like you won't be born for hundreds or thousands of years. I value your talent and can't do it."

"After all, you are the disciple of my stupid junior brother. Alas."

"All I can do is to try my best without wasting my own life. As for whether you can survive, it depends on your own luck, not my mercy."

"These words are really too self-flattering. I'm sorry to make you laugh, but there won't be much difference."

Jiang Mo listened to his mumbling and said nothing else, but his expression was calm.

"Have you been to your master's place?"

"Taking him on a journey." Jiang Mo could sense every move of the other body.

"Now?"

"Ah."

"Is there anything you want to tell him?"

"Just say sorry, brother, I'm sorry to him. That's enough."

Chong Yan lowered his head and drank, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. He felt relieved and happy like never before.

"it is good."

After the conversation, Jiang Mo did not erase Chong Yan's memory. Time resumed flowing, and the two people who were lingering on the battlefield were trying their best to kill each other.

"Boom!!!"

Smoke and dust billowed, and true energy splashed everywhere. The last one to die was Chong Yan. His body fell straight to his knees, and his consciousness became increasingly unconscious. The immortal figure in front of him was getting closer and closer, until the last clear voice entered his mind before his life was extinguished.

"Uncle Master, it's time to take a break."

it is good.

休息
Chong Yan no longer had the strength to respond, his consciousness sank into a swamp-like darkness, and his life ceased forever.

Jiang Mo did not leave. His figure was hidden in the void and could not be seen by the naked eye. His other self also did not discover him and was unconscious at this moment.

Jiang Mo was the only one left in this lonely and vast world. He leaned over and stretched out his right hand, gently brushing the old man's eyes, letting him rest in peace.

Afterwards, Jiang Mo stood up, bowed silently to the old man, and his figure naturally disappeared, leaving this long river of time.

This journey through the long river of time soon ended, and Jiang Mo's three bodies withdrew from different times.

His disciples also returned one by one, and the Qingming worship ceremony was successfully completed.

at night.

Jiang Mo soaked in the pool of water in the back mountain, lying naturally against the stone wall, recalling the conversations he had with the three people at three different time points. His state of mind had a breakthrough again.

The signs of realization grew stronger and stronger, transforming from a faint string into a tiny flame hanging over the path of practice.

found it.

"call"

Jiang Mo slowed down his breathing. His body was now a perfect unity of flesh and soul, and his aura became increasingly peaceful.

The three natures of God, man and beast, rooted in the spiritual sea, undergo subtle manifestations.

At the spiritual platform between the eyebrows, there are three different flames burning, and the fuel is Jiang Mo's entire body. The flame on the far left is light blue and represents humanity.

The flame on the far right is purple and red interlaced, representing animality.

The divine fire in the center was pure golden, blazing and terrifying. It consumed a large amount of fuel, leaving the humanity and animality on the left and right sides almost dim and on the verge of extinction.

When a person is born, he has three natures. The divine nature is born first. He has no desires or requests, is contented, and his actions are in accordance with the laws of the operation of heaven.

Secondly, the baby is contaminated by various qi in the world and the turbid qi of relatives and friends, which leads to the flourishing of human nature and animal nature.

As time goes by, bound by various secular rules and teachings, divinity will gradually disappear until it is annihilated, leaving only humanity and animality coexisting.

If human nature is suppressed by animal nature, human beings will become evil and possessed, indulging in all kinds of desires like wild beasts and living in a muddle-headed state.

When animality is suppressed by human nature, one behaves like a mortal within a certain range, be it greedy, selfless, just, evil, brave, or cowardly.

However, in the whole world, only cultivators who have reached the level of Dao Lord can look inside their spirit platform, witness the existence of the three fires, and intentionally guide and trim them into the shape they want.

Most living beings, from birth to death, do not know the distribution ratio of their three natures.

Some people think they are gods, but in fact they are just human beings.

Some people think they are human beings, but are actually gods, that is, those who have a pure heart and whose nature is not affected by the filth of the world.

Only by seeing all these things with your own eyes can you judge whether this person is a human, a god, or a beast.

When each of the three flames becomes dominant, it will receive different blessings. When the human flame is brilliant, everything will change, and it is the most intelligent. When the beast flame is raging, it will receive blessings of strength. Only divinity is perfect and possesses both "thought" and "strength".

Jiang Mo even found such an incomplete sign language in the ancient books of Feixian Sect. Some of them were marked by later generations as being left by Feixian Taoist, while others were marked as being the words of other more ancient Taoists.

"The three natures, when pushed to their extremes, can all be transcended, and all have the same destination. Only God is supreme, carrying the Dao with his body, transforming the world, and caring for all living beings."

This ancient saying points out that the three flames have different situations. The three flames can be balanced, break through a certain limit, and then achieve transcendence. The body and mind are the heaven and the earth. The fundamental core is the person who carries the three natures. He can transform the will of heaven and is also a part of the will of thousands of heavens.

Or, you can choose one of the three, dominate one flame, and extinguish the other two flames, and this can also lead to transcendence.

There are also many predecessors of the Feixian Sect who cherish their reputation. In their hearts, the Feixian Taoist is an existence that must not be desecrated. They cannot accept such a ridiculous, groundless, and even misleading statement from their ancestors, which they attribute to other legendary Taoists in order to avoid risks.

But among the densely packed annotations, there is indeed some evidence that the author mentioned it briefly when he was watching Feixian Taoist preaching.

At the same time, there are other data, in the more distant history, found almost broken historical records, proving that this saying existed as early as ten thousand years ago. Even the writer speculated that it might be the outline of a certain cultivation system! (End of this chapter)