Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

It should be noted that there are many extraordinary individuals in the Central Plains martial arts world who cultivate both body and spirit. They often reach the peak of their combat power during their prime years when their blood and energy are at their strongest.

Whether they are seventy, ninety, or one hundred years old, as long as they are mortal beings, it is an undeniable fact that as time goes by, their bodies will continue to weaken, and they may even pass away because they cannot suppress the accumulated injuries from the past.

If one cultivates both body and spirit, and the "spirit" aspect reaches its peak too early, there will be an uncontrollable decline in old age.

Even if the 'sexual' aspect is honed to perfection, it will still be affected in the end, just like the two poles of yin and yang. As long as one side collapses, it will inevitably restrain the other side from changing.

Of course, there are also some amazingly strong individuals who can slow down the decline of their 'life', and even maintain their 'life' to a level similar to that of their prime years through methods of health preservation such as medicinal herbs and martial arts training, while also perfecting their 'sexuality'.

Only in this way can their cultivation and combat power in their later years be superior to those in their prime.

In just a few seconds, Jiang Mo thought of all sorts of possibilities. In his view, it would be extremely difficult for the monster to maintain a near-middle-aged level of cultivation while barely surviving for a thousand years.

Now that Luo Wuyuan's 'ancestor' is from the same era as him, let alone recovering all his strength, even if he surpasses his peak state, in a fierce battle where they risk their lives, he has the absolute conviction to kill this person.

The bamboo house was silent. Seeing that Jiang Mo remained silent, but the cold light in his eyes grew even more intense, the Grand Elder discussed something with him:

"Master Jiang... Back then, we wanted to lend Master Zuo a hand, but he stopped us."

"This time, I am willing to do my utmost to help you and share life and death with you all."

Every word the old man spoke came from the bottom of his heart, but the Second Elder, standing to the side, looked somber and sighed:

"The injuries sustained by Master Zuo back then were far too severe. He had already suffered damage to his meridians and some internal organs in his early years due to breaking through a bottleneck in his cultivation technique..."

"After returning from the abyss, he was covered in blood, with more than half of his limbs broken and even his internal organs shattered..."

“At that time, there was constant fighting between the various tribes. We had enough enemy blood and materials to prepare. We once thought of using the method of the living coffin to reconstruct a body for him, but he declined.”

"In the end, only through our clan's secret methods of recuperation and medicinal baths could most of the injuries be healed, but a full recovery was still impossible..."

"A living coffin? Senior, isn't a dead coffin supposed to cast a spirit body?"

Lu Jin looked suspicious. He remembered that Wu Gensheng had used this method to deceive everyone.

"Oh? You know about this, young man?"

Gu Yu was quite surprised and sighed slightly, saying, "A living coffin is a living coffin, and a dead coffin is a dead coffin. They are similar, but there are differences."

"The living coffin is a body that is exactly the same as the original body, like a newborn body. It can be achieved by grafting a soul through a secret method."

"The coffin for the dead is made by dividing a person's innate source of energy... well, according to your Central Plains terminology, the innate primordial energy, into two halves, placing them separately between the original body and the yin body, to prevent unforeseen death."

"In ancient times, the method of making two coffins originated from the same source, but it was lost due to war and was split into two parts. It has continued to evolve and has been improved by later generations, forming the art of making living coffins and dead coffins today."

"The original coffins for life and death should have been for the living to bury the dead souls and the dead to bury the living body, in order to achieve a balance of yin and yang and realize the method of immortality. However, these are all vague legends and cannot be verified."

After the Second Elder's patient explanation, Lu Jin and Chengzhen suddenly understood and were both amazed by this secret method of altering life and death. Indeed, the world is vast and full of wonders.

Will, who was sitting in the corner, had been listening with great unease.

This completely overturned his previous knowledge and common sense. His life, which has lasted for thousands of years, is nothing short of a miracle. Faced with an enemy of this level, is there really any chance of victory?

Not only him, but everyone present, except Jiang Mo, felt a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

Second Elder Gu Yu pleaded: "Sect Leader Jiang, it is true that I am old, but I still have the strength to fight. I hope you will not despise me."

To be modest, the old man's combat strength was actually slightly superior to Will's.

The Thousand Bone Cave and the Fallen Wu Abyss have a blood feud. Jiang Mo respects their wishes and says, "In that case, I thank the two elders for their help."

"Leave that inhuman monster to me."

"Weir, you are in charge of attacking the enemy's elite forces with the two elders. Chengzhen and Jin'er, you two wait for the right opportunity. If there are any hostages alive, rescue them first. If not, assist the two elders in their operation."

No one objected to the tactics arranged by Jiang Mo. This was a duel between the best and the worst, between elites and elites, and they could only do their best within their capabilities.

"Sect Leader Jiang, it's still more than an hour before the Third Brother finds the clan's location in Luowuyuan. I'd like to contact Hanling Valley, which is on friendly terms with my clan, to come and provide assistance. What do you think?"

"Yes, the more strong ones, the better."

Jiang Mo knew the principle that "even a lion must go all out to hunt a rabbit." He was responsible for the most troublesome ancestor, but the other Gu cultivators of Luowuyuan should not be underestimated.

"I'll contact them right away."

After saying that, the elder's Wind-Following Gu crawled out from his sleeve. It was a silkworm with a bright blue body. As the old man circulated his Qi and chanted incantations, an invisible wave spread throughout the bamboo house.

Everyone waited in silence. After a moment, the elder, who had completed the negotiations, slowly opened his eyes.

"how's it going?"

The Second Elder estimated that if several of the old guys he knew also came, their chances of winning would be much higher.

"Well... they were worried about the fact that they had just fought Luo Wuyuan these past two days and were afraid of being retaliated against in a direct confrontation, so they dared not send out their entire force. Only Brother Yan came to support us."

"Is that so? That's fine then."

The Second Elder understood the difficulties faced by Hanling Valley. At such a critical moment, sending out the second strongest pillar of the valley was already an act of utmost benevolence and righteousness, and could even be described as a gamble.

Only the Thousand Bones Cave, which has a long history of dealings with people, is qualified to make such a request; other forces would have no chance at all.

Chapter 165 Terrifying Strength

Deep in the mountains.

In the territory of the Luowuyuan tribe, the campfires were bright, and many figures were moving about.

This secluded village welcomes its most bustling day in a century, as the ancestors who have been sleeping underground perfectly fit into the vessel of this generation, thus reviving and walking in the world.

The curses flowing through the children's bodies were completely removed, even though the killing move that embodied the life's work of sixteen Gu Dao Grandmasters could still be passed down through their bloodlines.

But as long as this ancestor, whom the clansmen revered as a 'deity,' remained alive, the curse posed no threat whatsoever.

Xu Shi.

The ancestor broke the curse that was eroding the body of the last boy, gently stroking the child's brow and letting him fall into a deep sleep.

Immediately, it calmly got up and left the dimly lit wooden house.

Granny Liu and the First Elder had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When they saw the slender figure emerge, they immediately bowed deeply, lowered their heads, and said:

"Ancestor, the leaders of Spirit Insect Valley, White Moon Mountain Stronghold, and Medicine Immortal Society have all submitted and are waiting outside the altar..."

"The hostage situation has been handed over to the Medicine Immortal Society. So far, they have captured about a hundred and are holding them at their outpost in the outer borderlands..."

“Besides the three families that have submitted, there are also some ‘tough nuts’ that have returned with us. They are all the clan chiefs or elders of the major clans in southern Xinjiang. We humbly request that you take action and give them a warning.”

"Walk."

The ancestor was unimpressed; his eyes, like flowing jade, revealed an indifference that regarded all living beings as mere straw dogs.

For an existence that has lived for so long, dealing with those self-proclaimed powerful Gu cultivators is as easy as sweeping away dust.

On the outer edge of the clan's territory stands a towering altar. Long ago, the ancestors of Luowuyuan climbed the wooden steps to the high platform that their people looked up to, and launched wars to conquer other tribes.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

The ancestor walked slowly, his voice echoing, which made a group of Gu cultivators ten feet away from the altar tense.

They were all leaders and high-ranking members of various factions, influential figures in southern Xinjiang, yet they were filled with an indescribable sense of unease.

The three leaders, belonging to Lingchong Valley, Baiyue Mountain Village, and Yaoxian Society, knelt on the ground to show their loyalty.

The dim light illuminated the handsome face of the ancestor. It walked to the center of the altar and sat on the stone seat that seemed to have waited for it for countless years, enduring frost and scorching heat. Its captivating gaze swept across the entire area and looked down at all the guests.

The four priests and elders of Luowuyuan stood silently behind their ancestors, their hearts surging with emotion. The time had come to rebuild the glory of their tribe.

The dozen or so Gu cultivators below were all struck dumb, unable to believe that their 'ancestor's' appearance and body could be so young.

But the overwhelming sense of oppression that swept over them like a natural disaster or tsunami told them that the monster in front of them was undoubtedly the overlord who was famous in the southern border a thousand years ago and who once made all the tribes bow down in submission.

"When you come to see me, are you not allowed to kneel?"

Fourteen Gu cultivators from various factions questioned it as it sat high on its throne, like a king looking down upon his subjects.

The cold voice, filled with an aura of majesty comparable to towering mountains, caused the weak to tremble with fear. Unable to withstand the pressure, their legs went weak, and they knelt down shakily.

His actions indirectly amplified the fear buried deep in everyone's hearts, and one after another, people knelt down. In just a few breaths, the four remaining clan leaders, their faces ashen, refused to submit.

"?"

The resistance of these people, whether driven by dignity, faith, or power, was undoubtedly absurd in the eyes of their ancestors, as insignificant as a monkey's unwillingness to be tamed by humans and used as a tool for amusement, yet it compelled them to take it seriously.

Over the long course of time, apart from those of the same bloodline who were treated as 'humans', the rest were treated like monkeys and beasts.

The ancestor gazed at the four figures, slowly raised his right hand, and a shimmering light appeared, giving them no chance to react.

The next instant, a palm print that blotted out the sky and the moon descended from the void.

"Oh no!! Let's go!!"

The clan leaders, sensing the murderous intent, felt their scalps tingle, their faces turn pale with horror, and their lips trembled uncontrollably.

As they were about to leave, a chill ran down their spines; they found themselves completely immobilized, trapped in some kind of peculiar, invisible confinement.

No matter how much they struggled, it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree. The other kneeling people suffered an undeserved disaster and hurriedly dodged away, but were unaffected.

In an instant, chaos erupted, and everyone was on the verge of death.

This is the strength of Luo Wuyuan's ancestor, standing at the pinnacle of cultivation among countless extraordinary individuals in the Southern Frontier. With a mere gesture, he could deliver a devastating blow to future grandmaster-level powerhouses.

The difference in strength between the two sides is, without exaggeration, almost equivalent to that between an ant and a human.

"what!!!"

The four Gu cultivators roared desperately, burning their blood energy and unleashing various secret techniques. Some even begged and pleaded to submit, but it was all too late.

There was no room for negotiation. With a sharp glint in their ancestor's eyes, all resistance vanished into thin air.

"Boom!"

The palm print struck the earth, causing it to tremble violently. The screams abruptly ceased, and four pools of rotting flesh were embedded deep in the shattered soil.

The survivors who witnessed this scene were all terrified, their hearts pounding, as they narrowly escaped death.

The ancient legends recorded within their tribe surfaced deep in their minds, awakening the dormant fear in their blood and causing them to completely abandon any thought of resistance.

The ancestor instructed the elder beside him:

“Send these corpses to their tribes. If they do not submit, then exterminate them.”

"Junior understands."

The elders who held great power within the clan were like servants before the ancestors, obeying and carrying out all their arrangements.

How much longer until they arrive?

Upon hearing the question, Granny Liu frowned slightly and replied:

"I have already released the news. The Sanyi Gate is thousands of miles away from the Southern Frontier. If things go smoothly, they will arrive in three days."

The ancestor seemed to be deep in thought; it didn't dislike the answer, but merely pondered:

"Three days? I feel a vague unease. This long-lost feeling reminds me of the sword that wounded me many years ago..."

"Hmm, that's interesting."

The four priests and elders looked at each other. As witnesses, they still remembered the old ghost Zuo from the Central Plains who severed one of the tentacles of their ancestor's Gu body. Although he was seriously injured as a result, he was still proud of it.

Granny Liu was the most cautious. Having occupied the Central Plains for many years, she had some knowledge of the powerful figures from various factions, and thus speculated:

“Ancestors… perhaps the Trinity Sect has contacted helpers; we need to prepare as soon as possible.”

"Help? You mean other sects in the Central Plains?"

The ancestor narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled calmly:

"If the leaders of those sects are as powerful as the white-haired expert, then they are worth killing."

"Unfortunately, they are all substitutes... They may not meet my standards. I hope his so-called 'junior brother' can at least give me some surprises."

"Will do."

Granny Liu smiled broadly, eagerly anticipating the clash between her ancestor and the successor of the Trinity Sect.

"That new sect leader is now a recognized 'land immortal' in the Central Plains, even more popular than his senior brother. He certainly won't disappoint you."

At this point, she took the opportunity to request:

“Ancestor, my family members all died at the hands of Zuo Ruotong. Unfortunately, he has passed away and I am unable to avenge him. Therefore, I would like to ask you to capture his disciples alive so that I can vent my anger.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Granny Liu knelt down devoutly beside her ancestor.