He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Xianyang, Lishan Villa.

Old Jiang stood under the eaves of the side hall, tucking the wine gourd back into his waistband.

His gaze shifted from the dark blue pillar of light soaring into the sky above the East China Sea to the tightly closed door deep within the side hall—behind which lived Miao Zu and A Chong.

Before the shock of the East China Sea's fortune being taken away had subsided, the endless desert echoed with the roar of fortune flowing back into it.

Now, all that's left is the vast mountains.

He had lived too long and seen too many coincidences—too many coincidences meant they weren't coincidences anymore; it meant someone was making their move at the same time.

The door to the side hall opened.

Miao Zu came out from inside.

Fine worm-like patterns on one half of his face slowly wriggled in the shadow of the pillars, while the other half of his normal face wore a respectful smile.

The old priest followed behind him, leaning on his bone staff. The blue jade in the eye socket of the beast head at the top of the staff flickered with each step.

Ah Chong walked at the back, barefoot, the silver bells on his ankles making a crisp tinkling sound on the stone pavement.

His face was expressionless.

"Senior Jiang."

Miao Zu stopped three steps in front of Lao Jiang, cupped his hands in a salute, and said, "I was disturbed in the middle of the night; it was truly unavoidable."

"I sensed some unusual activity in the Ten Thousand Mountains. It seems that those extraterrestrial demons have attacked Miao territory. I have come to bid farewell to you, senior. I wish to take some people back to Miao territory to take a look."

He spoke slowly and sincerely, with a perfectly measured hint of worry on one half of his face.

But behind him, the old priest's knuckles, gripping the bone staff, had turned white.

Ah Chong's dark eyes stared unblinkingly at Lao Jiang.

Old Jiang did not answer.

He didn't even look at Miao Zu—his gaze went past Miao Zu's shoulder and landed on A Chong.

Ah Chong was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other.

The air under the side hall corridor suddenly froze.

Old Jiang's right hand hung down from his waist, his five fingers slightly spread, and his fingertips were covered with a very faint blue halo - not the power of laws, but the afterglow that naturally emanated after pure martial arts true essence was compressed to the extreme.

The smile on Miao Zu's face slowly faded.

"Senior Jiang."

His voice deepened, "I respect you as a senior, but if you insist on obstructing me—"

"Stop acting."

Old Jiang interrupted him, his voice calm, "The East Sea's fortune has just been seized, and they're also making moves in the Endless Desert."

"You all chose the same time to launch your attack—do you think I'm too old and my mind is senile?"

Miao Zu was silent for a moment.

Then he sighed.

The sigh was long, as if it was the release of something that had been building up in the chest for a long time.

"In that case, I'll have to offend you."

He raised his hand, his five fingers spread open, and a bloody gash appeared on his palm.

Twelve dark green Gu worms emerged from the bloody mouth.

The Gu worm grows rapidly upon exposure to wind—from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a fist, and then from the size of a fist to the size of a millstone.

Twelve Gu worms spread their bodies under the side hall corridor, each with a ferocious appearance: there was a centipede with six pairs of transparent wings, a spider with human face patterns on its back, and a worm with a mouthpart consisting of a whole ring of sharp teeth.

At the same instant, the old priest slammed his bone staff heavily onto the ground.

The staff sank three inches into the stone, and at the same time, the eyes of the beast head on the staff tip lit up with a ghostly blue light.

He channeled all his life essence into Miao Zu's body through the bone staff.

The aura of the Miao ancestor surged in an instant.

Old Jiang made a move.

With one step, the bluestone paving stones beneath his feet silently turned to dust.

A ring of cyan energy emanated from him and exploded in all directions.

The twelve Gu worms that had pounced into the air were hit head-on by the shockwave, and at the same time they let out a sharp screech.

Six of them exploded into dark green blood mist on the spot, while the other six were blasted backward and crashed into the wall of the side hall.

The entire wall collapsed with a roar.

The pebbles struck the Gu worms, burying the remaining six completely.

Miao Zu's expression changed drastically.

He hadn't expected Old Jiang to be this strong.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring, and there was no turning back.

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood into his palm, and slammed his right hand into the ground—the ground under the side hall's corridor cracked open with countless fine fissures, from which swarms of Gu worms poured out.

Crimson, dark green, dark purple... all sorts of Gu worms surged out of the ground like spring water, covering Old Jiang in an overwhelming manner.

Old Jiang stood still.

He simply put his hands behind his back and lightly stomped his right foot on the ground.

A pale blue halo appeared where the foot was stepped on.

The halo spread outwards, and wherever it passed, all the Gu worms froze in place, and then blue flames ignited from the inside out.

It is no ordinary fire—it is the flame of destruction he condensed after fusing martial arts essence with fragments of rules, which burns all evil spirits.

Millions of Gu worms turned to ashes in the blue flames.

The ashes were scattered by the night wind before they even hit the ground, leaving not a trace.

Miao Zu was blasted away by the aftershocks of the flames of destruction, crashing through the wooden wall of the side hall and slamming heavily onto the stone steps in front of the hall.

A fist-shaped crater appeared on his chest, and all the Gu worms on his body turned to ashes in the flames of destruction.

Old Jiang stood under the side hall corridor, retracted his right foot, and looked past the ashes scattered on the ground.

Ah Chong has disappeared.

Old Jiang's brows furrowed sharply.

He suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

At the very moment that Ah Chong's aura disappeared, a golden phantom of a Gu worm soared into the sky in the direction of the Ten Thousand Mountains—the phantom was ten thousand feet tall, with six pairs of thin wings covering half the sky, and twelve pairs of compound eyes lighting up simultaneously.

Deep within the compound eyes, all the fortune accumulated over millions of years by the 100,000 mountains of Miao territory is reflected.

Ah Chong's true form has awakened.

Old Jiang's expression finally darkened.

He knew he had fallen into a trap—Miao Zu was merely a pawn used to buy time.

Ah Chong never intended to make a move in Xianyang; his true form remained buried deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains.

He could ignore the loss of the East China Sea's fortune, and he could ignore the loss of the Endless Desert's fortune.

But he couldn't possibly ignore the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Because the fortune of the Ten Thousand Mountains after their submission has been integrated with that of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty.

Once the fortune of the Ten Thousand Mountains collapses, it will definitely deal a fatal blow to the fortune of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty.

Especially now, Ying Ji is preparing to use the fortune of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty to fight against the Buddha and the Demon.

If one's luck is affected at this moment—

Ying Ji is in grave danger.

Xianyang, Lishan Villa.

On the ruins of the side hall, the blue flames had not yet been completely extinguished.

The lingering flames of destruction flickered among the rubble, casting the wrinkles on Old Jiang's face in varying depths.

Miao Zu climbed up from the stone steps, the deep dent in his chest from the fist was shocking.

The worm-like markings on one half of his face had faded considerably, while the other half, which appeared normal, was as pale as paper.

All the Gu worms on his body were reduced to ashes by the flames of destruction in that instant—this was his natal Gu swarm, the culmination of a thousand years of cultivation, and its complete destruction was tantamount to losing half his life.

He glanced back at what was behind him.

Ah Chong has disappeared.

The golden phantom of the Gu worm soaring into the sky rose from the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The six pairs of thin wings, towering thousands of feet high, obscured half the night sky, and the twelve pairs of compound eyes lit up above the clouds, like twenty-four cold, golden stars.

Miao Zu swallowed back the mouthful of blood that had risen to his throat.

Everything was going according to plan—he just seriously underestimated Lao Jiang's abilities.

But it's too late to say anything now.

He can't retreat.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are the root of Miao territory.

His village, his people, and the ancestral spirit he has worshipped for generations are all in those mountains.

He may die, but the Miao region must not perish.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread.

The remaining Gu worms crawled out from the gaps in his cuffs, collar, and belt, gathering into a fist-sized ball of dark green light in his palm.

Inside the sphere of light, countless tiny insect shadows could be vaguely seen wriggling wildly—this was his last trump card, the Ancestral Gu he had refined at great cost.

It is not used to kill enemies, but is the foundation of the Miao Jiang Gu Dao (a type of witchcraft).

He pressed the ancestral Gu into the sunken fist-shaped mark on his chest.

The moment the Ancestral Gu entered his body, his aura changed.

His flesh, bones, meridians, and dantian all began to operate like Gu worms—his entire being was turning into a Gu worm.

Old Jiang didn't give him the chance to finish transforming.

A blue flame rushed towards them.

Old Jiang stepped out from the flames, his right fist wreathed in flames of destruction, aiming straight for Miao Zu's face.

This punch had no fancy moves—it was simply the purest punch, a fusion of martial arts essence and fragments of rules.