From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 352 The Ancestor Returns

As always, after regaining consciousness, Modi prioritized receiving information from the outside world, intending to first sort out the general situation.

The first thing that came in was information about this body.

Bone age fifteen, bloodline mixed... but there are a few strands of high-grade blood within. Could this body have had some great ancestors?

Physique, meridians... never mind, those aren't important, we can fix them later.

After reviewing his own situation, Modi had a general understanding of this body.

Within the subspace, thanks to that crystal, a wisp of his spirit was reborn in this world. After countless reincarnations, he finally managed to piece together a complete true spirit.

Just now, he re-established contact with the original body of the Blood Sea beyond the boundary, thus awakening his innate wisdom ahead of schedule.

After briefly browsing through his memories of his previous dozens of lives, Modi destroyed most of the useless ones.

In his previous lives, due to the incompleteness of his spiritual consciousness, his true self was mostly dormant.

In the eyes of the world, he was no different from a madman, constantly raving and muttering nonsense, and occasionally writing incomprehensible scribbles.

This is why most of his previous lives did not last long.

However, in recent lifetimes, as his true spirit has gradually been replenished, his condition has improved, and he at least looks no different from a normal person.

After sorting out the internal situation, he turned his attention to the external world.

I opened my eyes, and a somewhat familiar face came into view.

"Brother Mo, you're finally awake." A simply dressed young man looked at him with concern. "How are you? Are you alright?"

Modi shook his head, seemingly unconcerned, and said, "It's nothing, I just fainted from hunger."

After saying that, he stood up abruptly, showing no signs of weakness or exhaustion whatsoever.

"Starved to death?" The boy looked at him suspiciously, but ultimately chose to change the subject.

"Today is the day the Feathered Ascension Sect selects its disciples. Brother Mo, you should be fine going, right?"

"It's alright, we can just buy a couple of pancakes on the way."

He looked around and indeed found a vendor selling flatbread. He went over and bought two flatbreads, handing one of them to the boy.

"Brother Liu, you're too kind."

"Uh, thank you, Brother Mo. To be honest, I was so excited today that I forgot to eat something before coming over."

Liu Wuxian blushed slightly and, imitating him, took the pancake and started eating it.

This kid clearly ran out of money on the way here and has no money to buy food, but he insists on saying he forgot.

Modi shook his head slightly in his heart and continued to analyze the situation of this world.

The words of the passersby around him flowed into his mind. Combined with his memories of this life, and with the help of his complete spiritual essence, he quickly sketched out the general outline of this world.

A world with a relatively low energy level.

"No, this shouldn't be the case," he raised an eyebrow. "Based on my remaining memories from previous lifetimes, the energy level of this world shouldn't be this low."

According to his memories of this life, there is no such powerful being in this world who can move mountains and fill seas.

In his memories of his previous lives, this world not only had beings capable of moving mountains and filling seas, but there were also many of them.

In one of his lifetimes, he was killed by the aftershocks of a battle between masters.

With a thought, the spiritual tendrils extended out of the body, but the next moment, they were shattered and absorbed by the outside world.

In haste, Modi had no choice but to sever that wisp of spiritual consciousness, but even in just a moment, he was able to deduce some information.

Something is devouring high-energy things; no wonder the world's energy level is declining.

The energy levels of this world are like a line drawn on it; anything that crosses this line will be devoured by that unknown entity.

Modi keenly noticed that the line was not fixed; although the amplitude was small, it was indeed constantly decreasing.

If it is allowed to continue to decline, one day, all matter in this world will return to nothingness, just like his wisp of consciousness.

"Tsk, this is really difficult." Mo Di rubbed his temples and began to plan his next steps.

Blood Sea cannot break into this world for the time being. At least until he figures out the secrets behind this world, Modi will only act using this body.

All he can rely on now is the true spirit he has created by hand and his own extraordinary wisdom.

I need to first understand the system of this world and analyze its rules.

The latter is relatively easier to handle. The true spirit will continuously analyze all information from the outside world to determine the laws of this world. All it needs to do is spend time.

As for the former... Modi turned his gaze forward.

The place was packed with people, all waiting for something.

"Brother Mo, there are more and more people. Let's hurry over." After finishing his flatbread, Liu Wuxian casually wiped his mouth, a hint of excitement showing in his clear eyes.

"Hmm." Modi nodded and followed him through the crowd, but his mind was elsewhere.

The Feather Ascension Sect is arguably the most renowned sect in the vicinity, making it a good stepping stone. However, if one cannot ascend to immortality, does one still deserve to call themselves the Feather Ascension Sect?

As he joined the queue, Mo Di casually dealt with Liu Wuxian while observing the passersby.

To join the Feather Transformation Sect, one must first undergo a aptitude test. However, the Feather Transformation Sect has a rule that it only accepts people with a bone age of eighteen years or younger for the test.

This can be considered the last shred of dignity for the old-era immortal sects.

Therefore, most of those queuing up are teenagers, but there are also some older people who want to sneak in.

By the way, how does that thing test qualifications? I'll have to take a closer look when I get closer.

He looked at the crystal used for testing qualifications and frowned.

It's crystal again. Maybe because he learned his lesson the hard way, he doesn't really like these kinds of things anymore.

Beside the crystal stood several people dressed in uniform; they were all disciples of the Feather Transformation Sect.

Modi observed that his breathing was long and deep, and there was some kind of energy fluctuation within his body, making him seem unlike an ordinary person.

Undoubtedly, their energy level is not high, at least not exceeding that threshold, which is why they haven't been absorbed yet.

With just one glance, Modi saw through everything with his extraordinary wisdom.

The power he cultivated using the Feather Transformation Sect's techniques was far inferior in level to his spiritual consciousness.

Perhaps all sects in this world have maintained their extraordinary status by lowering their own power level, but such behavior is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.

Sooner or later they will lose all their extraordinary abilities, and no amount of dilution will help; they will eventually become ordinary people who only know some martial arts skills.

Well, at least it's a way to find out.

Mo Di shook his head slightly. Compared to Liu Wuxian, who was both excited and apprehensive, he was not nervous at all.

With his exceptional talent, it's impossible for him not to pass the test.

If he fails, then there's something wrong with the Feather Transformation Sect's testing crystal; it can't even detect his unparalleled talent. There's no other possibility.

In short, no matter how many mistakes he makes, he will never be wrong.

"Brother Mo, it's your turn," Liu Wuxian tugged at his sleeve to remind him.

Modi nodded and walked straight to the testing crystal, his expression relaxed and carefree, without the slightest hint of tension.

On the contrary, Liu Wuxian behind him pursed his lips, looking even more nervous than him.

A member of the Feather Transformation Sect nearby joked, "This kid seems pretty carefree."

"Hmph, in the end, we'll see what happens," another disciple sneered, arms crossed.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Modi placed his hand on the crystal.

A strange flow of energy entered his body, passed through his limbs and bones, and finally returned to the crystal.

The crystal emits a faint glow, which, though not very bright, is impossible to ignore.

"Grade C qualification? This kid is... "

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The disciple in charge of registration hadn't finished speaking when his words caught in his throat.

The crystal was gradually brightening, slowly but steadily, and even the color of the light was changing.

"Red, bright red!"

"Grade B...no, it's Grade A, absolutely Grade A!"

"Immediately report to the sect leader and declare martial law for the entire area!"

Seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of the Feathered Sect members, Mo Di remained calm, simply lowering his hand from the crystal.

No one knew that the C-grade aptitude measured earlier was actually the true aptitude of Mo Di's body.

However, he took the opportunity of his palm touching the crystal to explore its internal structure.

After this investigation, he understood its mechanism of action and also accessed its "database," where he found the physical data of other test subjects.

With templates and data, he can modify the body.

Based on the calculated data of Grade A aptitude, he used his spiritual sense to perform surgery on himself, modifying his meridians and expanding his dantian, ultimately creating a Grade A aptitude.

"This, uh, this junior brother, please wait a moment. The sect will send someone to take you into the mountain soon."

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The Feathered Ascension Sect member who had been making the joke earlier came over and casually tossed out four array flags, enveloping the surrounding area.

The other disciples of the Feathered Ascension Sect also took out their magical artifacts, dispersed the crowd, and surrounded Mo Di, keeping him completely encircled.

"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?" Modi asked casually.

"Yes!" The disciple who raised the array flag nodded and transmitted his voice to him: "Junior brother, you don't know this, but every person with Grade A aptitude is only one step away from that crucial line."

"If left unchecked, it could incur divine wrath at any moment, and it's not impossible for it to turn to ashes in the blink of an eye."

Is the heavens jealous?

Modi understood. The energy level of a Grade A talent was extremely close to that critical threshold. Once they crossed it, they would be completely drained by that unknown entity.

"Does the sect have any countermeasures?"

"Of course..." The disciple paused mid-sentence, looking at Modi with suspicion.

He always felt that this person seemed to know more than he did.

After thinking for a moment, he continued, "Of course there are. For example, my four flags, once unfurled into an array, can conceal the secrets of heaven to a certain extent, making you less likely to incur the wrath of the heavens."

"I see." Mo Di stroked his chin and nodded repeatedly.

Judging from what the disciples said, they all seemed to call that phenomenon "divine jealousy." Could it be that the existence behind this phenomenon is the "will of heaven" in the dark?

Modi raised his head, his gaze piercing through the array of flags and looking up at the clouds in the sky.

He couldn't figure it out.

"When will the people from the Feather Transformation Sect arrive?"

"Well, it should be soon. We're not far from the mountain gate. With the sect leader's speed on his sword, it shouldn't take long."

The disciple was somewhat puzzled.

Normally, new disciples who are about to join a sect are full of expectations for the sect, but this top-tier talent is different; instead, he looks calm.

He seems to have even more seniority than him, despite his long tenure.

He almost wondered if this was some old monster reincarnated.

Fortunately, he didn't have time to think too much, because the sect leader he had been waiting for had arrived.

A beam of sword light streaked across the sky, like sunlight piercing through the clouds, cleaving the clouds in two before plummeting straight to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, a white-robed Taoist priest emerged from the sword light and placed his hand on the disciple who was in charge of controlling the four flags.

"Mingche, is this the new Grade A qualification?"

He raised an eyebrow and carefully examined Modi standing in front of him.

"Hmm, his features are quite dignified, and he looks... uh, he looks so much like..."

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The more you looked at him, the more tightly his two sword-like eyebrows furrowed, until they almost touched each other.

What do I look like to you?

"You remind me of my ancestor who died seventy years ago... uh!"

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Mo Fufeng's temples were already soaked with cold sweat.

It's so similar, so very similar... It's more than just similar, it's like they were made from the same mold as my uncle!

But how is that possible?

Mo Fufeng remembered clearly that his old man was a mere mortal who had been buried seventy years ago.

He even oversaw the burial!

It can't be that he had an unlucky old age and rose up while his coffin was being pushed, can it?

"Who...are you?"

He narrowed his eyes, becoming alert.

Zhou Mingche, who was standing next to him, looked completely bewildered when he heard this.

"Sect Master, isn't that the one with top-tier aptitude?"

"It seems you know me."

Modi also felt that the white-robed Taoist looked familiar. After briefly searching through his remaining memories of his past life, he roughly understood where this sense of familiarity came from.

So he began to recite a passage of scripture.

Mo Fufeng's expression changed, and he quickly summoned his spirit sword, splitting sword shadows to create another sword formation within the four-sided flag formation.

"Where did you get this passage? Or are you... actually your uncle's long-lost son?"

Modi's face darkened, and he began reciting another passage of scripture.

As his lips moved, a string of obscure sentences burst forth like a machine gun, causing Mo Fufeng's face to change drastically. He felt as if he were turned upside down, inside and out, and cried out, "Mo Nian! Mo Nian!"

Knowledge has power, especially certain types of knowledge that come with serious pollution.

As the third seat of the Slaughtering Heaven in the subspace, Modi was very familiar with this. He could recite a strange scripture that could change the color of heaven and earth with a casual recitation.

Mo Di finally shut up when Mo Fufeng was suffering from a terrible headache, as if his brain was being invaded by knowledge.

"Now you know who I am, right?"

"Uncle, Uncle?"

"Well, not too stupid."

Two lifetimes ago, Modi was born into a family surnamed Mo.

By then, with most of his true spirit restored, he was no longer as mad as he had been at the beginning.

However, he would occasionally utter some food-related words, spreading knowledge that carried power.

His younger brother and his descendants in that lifetime recorded many of the scriptures he unconsciously recited and secretly passed them down.

When the knowledge was passed down to the next generation, Mo Fufeng was selected by the Feather Transformation Sect. Relying on his strange knowledge, he quickly stood out from the disciples and became the sect leader of the Feather Transformation Sect.

It can be said that it was the knowledge passed down by Modi that enabled him to achieve what he has today.

This is why, when Modi was buried, he personally went to the site to dig the pit and fill it with soil.