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

"Today, on behalf of the sect leader and all the disciples, I would like to express my gratitude to all fellow Daoists for their help."

"But we are truly unable to entertain our distinguished guests, please forgive us."

Si Chong clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, bowed slightly, and thanked the distinguished and righteous families present.

"There will be plenty of time in the future. If you have the opportunity to visit us, our Sanyi Sect will gladly extend our hospitality."

The group understood the implied meaning, exchanged pleasantries, and quickly descended the mountain.

This conflict, orchestrated by Granny Liu and instigated by the three members of the Deep Sea team, has come to an end.

soon.

News of this battle spread, causing a stir in the martial arts world. Everyone knew that the leader of the Sanyi Sect had reached the Ascension Realm.

Some who longed for it went to nearby towns and looked out into the distance. They saw a radiant glow and a white figure soaring into the sky from south to north, disappearing at the horizon. They waited for several days and half a month, but no news came. It was suspected that the figure had ascended to heaven!

However, the deep forests within Shanhaiguan Pass suffered a devastating blow.

The stronghold of Suzhen Mansion was destroyed by a blazing silver figure. Wherever he passed, sword energy surged like dragons, and the mountain spirits and monsters beneath the skin of the evil cultivators were almost all killed or wounded.

Even several old monsters that had recently revived were also robbed. They were furious, never expecting that the human powerhouse from the south would cross over to try and destroy their true forms.

"Young man, you've crossed the line!"

"What can you do?"

The newcomer was fearless, holding a dark red longsword. Vivid beast blood dripped along the blade with a soft sound.

"You have destroyed my divided soul, and your blood feud is boundless. Since you dare to venture into this place, then prepare to die!"

"It just so happens that the simpleton in my sect needs some exotic beast bones to forge a magical artifact. Gentlemen... please take your time."

Facing the several enormous creatures lurking in the damp underground cave, Jiang Mo's manifested avatar, wielding a sword weighing thousands of kilograms, swept across with overwhelming force. The cave walls collapsed, foul-smelling blood splattered, and deafening roars followed.

A great battle was about to break out, and the fighting was fierce and chaotic. The nests were blown apart, and the endless cries of agony echoed through the mountains and forests.

The three ferocious beasts, which had become spirits and ancestors, possessed bodies comparable to black iron and refined steel, impervious to water and fire. Yet, they were still brutally killed by that sharp, dark red longsword, leaving them covered in blood.

After several hours of fierce fighting, he was ultimately defeated. Even his surrender and pleas for mercy were useless. He was beheaded by the white-clad figure, his tendons and bones were pulled out, and his blood was refined.

This day.

In the vast primeval jungle, all the beasts trembled with fear and huddled in the depths of their caves, not daring to make a move.

Chapter 176 Heading Towards Higher Peaks

late at night.

Under the vast starry sky and the bright, cold moon, a streak of silver light pierced the dark sky and fell upon the pool behind the Sanyi Gate, stirring up a cool breeze that made the branches and leaves of the trees sway.

The avatar, formed by Jiang Mo using true magic and reverse life, held a transparent cube stained with blood and filled with the sinews and bones of strange beasts. It swept through the main camp of the Suzhen Mansion and also killed three old monsters who had previously possessed human bodies and come to besiege the Sanyi Sect.

Beside the pool sat a tall, frost-white figure, with icy skin and a handsome appearance. The muscles around his body were perfectly proportioned, neither too thin nor too muscular, yet they contained a rich, boiling energy and unfathomable power.

After a bitter battle with the ancestor Luo Wuyuan, Jiang Mo's physical body was on the verge of collapse after thousands of clashes. In the end, almost exhausted, he had no choice but to use his dark red longsword, which greatly increased its destructive power, and quickly ended the battle.

Now, after more than a month and a half, Jiang Mo's physical transformation is nearing its end, and he is about twice as strong as he was before going to the Southern Frontier.

It may not seem exaggerated, but once you fully activate the reverse life force and gain an amplification, a huge gap will appear.

However, this is only part of the harvest.

When the Qi was released from the ancestor, its life force was too vast. Although Jiang Mo plundered it all and took in its limbs and bones, it has not yet truly begun to refine it.

This will take a long time. After the seasons have turned and the process of absorption is complete, Jiang Mo estimates that it will bring a significant improvement to his physical body.

In addition, the two Gu marks left by the ancestors are also quite important, containing countless efforts of this old monster. It is likely that the crafting of each of these strange Gu is no less than sixty years, or even close to a hundred years.

Similar to the talismans and magical artifacts of the Central Plains, the Gu marks of our ancestors can be used simply by filling them with Qi and blood, granting them special abilities that are more terrifying than many high-level magical artifacts.

During his seclusion, Jiang Mo took the opportunity to begin refining the 'Tianheng Gu', which resembled a gecko and had six cicada wings, and the 'Hanshan Gu', which was thick and robust, resembling a black-footed mountain ant.

The former possesses an invincible repulsive force and an attractive force that gathers all things, like the two poles of Yin and Yang, which are completely opposite.

The latter provides a comprehensive boost to the physical body. Without the power of this Gu, the ancestor would have been unable to fight Jiang Mo head-on. With its enhancement, the two were evenly matched.

This is the end.

Even after his transformation, Jiang Mo couldn't determine the extent of his power. Perhaps, with the combined effects of Reverse Life and Mountain-Shaking Gu, he could easily overwhelm all the extraordinary individuals in the world with his physical strength alone, without needing to use any other means.

In the stillness of the night, with the low chirping of insects, a pair of calm eyes, their eyelashes fluttering, slowly awaken.

"call....."

Jiang Mo exhaled a breath of pure Qi, reaching an unprecedented peak in his life. His Dharma body, composed of primordial Qi, transformed into wisps of light and dissipated, returning to his body.

Standing still with his hands behind his back, gazing down at the starry sky, Jiang Mo felt refreshed and relaxed. The countless stars and the surrounding mountains and rivers were all within his sight.

He was like an immortal in the mortal world; even with such power, he still couldn't see the end of the Reverse Life Triple Realm.

"Reaching the heavens, ascending to immortality..."

"It is not what I seek, yet people are so obsessed with it. If the mysterious creation reappears in the future, it will likely lead to bloodshed."

Thinking of the evil cultivators who had gathered there, Jiang Mo couldn't help but find it laughable.

Life is short, the old and young are powerless, day and night are divided into two, and there are illnesses, disasters, and wars. If we do not cherish the precious time, but instead pursue immortality, we will probably end up with nothing.

Or perhaps they are muddle-headed, overwhelmed by greed, and desperately seek methods different from ordinary people to prey on the masses, but they overestimate their abilities and deserve to die.

Suddenly, Jiang Mo remembered something: his Ancient Ferry Spirit-Breaking Curse still had one final layer that he hadn't broken through.

He spent several years in seclusion on the icy plains, intermittently pushing his limits and gradually working his way up to the eighth level of the Soul-Breaking Curse, but then stalled. Now... perhaps this is a good opportunity.

The ancient Northern Desert clan that bestowed this technique upon him had elders whose cultivation levels were at most around the seventh or eighth level. Even the ancestor who created the technique, despite his extraordinary talent, stopped at the eighth level due to insufficient lifespan.

According to the deduction and imagination of that sage, breaking through the ninth level will lead to complete perfection, and there will be no need to chant ancient incantations anymore.

Even if you silently recite or mentally hold it, you can still influence others, pouring all the pain you have experienced and accumulated into their brains at once, causing irreparable damage.

After much deliberation, Jiang Mo decided to put the matter aside for the time being, as he pleased.

Having been away from the sect for over a month, he planned to go back first to check on the disciples' cultivation, and then send the bones and tendons of those strange beasts to Little Zhuge so he could tinker with them.

The next time he goes into seclusion, there will be much more to do: refine the ancestral life force, fully master the two Gu marks, break through the ninth level of the Spirit-Breaking Curse, and fuse the Nine Fiend Yin Earth with his spleen...

"Never mind, we'll finish what needs to be done tomorrow."

"The moonlight is just right tonight, how can we waste such a beautiful moment?"

Jiang Mo chuckled softly as he strolled back to the sect. It was already past midnight, just an hour before dawn.

The lights in all the halls and pavilions were extinguished, except for the third and fourth floors of the Sutra Repository, where candles were still lit. Jiang Mo went straight up the stairs and met Lu Jin and Zhuge Yu, who were on duty.

"Master...Master Uncle?!"

"You're out of quarantine!! That's wonderful."

Hearing footsteps, the two turned around abruptly and saw the familiar face. Overjoyed, they greeted each other.

"It's been a long time. Have you two made any progress?"

As Jiang Mo inquired, he walked to the tea table by the window, sat down on a futon, and admired the night view.

"As expected of our master, we have indeed made some progress in our cultivation."

Lu Jin hurriedly poured out the cooled teapot, boiled water again, added tea, brewed it for Jiang Mo, and respectfully served it.

"Here, Uncle-Master, would you like to try this refreshing mung bean cake?"

Zhuge Yu untied the string from a paper-sealed package of pastries and handed it to Jiang Mo, saying:

“A few days ago, I went home to visit you and brought some gifts. Now that you have come out of seclusion, you should try them out.”

"Really? How is everything at home?"

Jiang Mo didn't stand on ceremony with his disciple. He picked up a soft, glutinous square mung bean cake, brought it to his mouth, took a small bite, and found the taste to be exquisite, not greasy at all. Paired with warm tea, it was quite delicious.

"Hey, it's alright. My dad and the other elders are all in good health, they just nagged me a few times."

Zhuge Yu grinned, then shared with Jiang Mo:

"They knew I had survived two cycles of rebirth and made progress in Qimen Dunjia, and they were happy for me. They even provided me with a new furnace so that I could review the Divine Mechanism when I had time, and not let this skill go to waste."

"A new furnace?"

Jiang Mo smiled and took out the transparent cube from the beast's corpse that his Dharma Body had previously obtained, handing it to Zhuge Yu.

"Then just play around, your martial uncle will prepare the materials for you."

"hiss--!"

"what is this?"

Zhuge Yu couldn't help but gasp. The room contained a large amount of animal hides, bones, and bloodstained tendons.

"I took some time to go north and kill the mountain spirits and monsters I encountered while I was exploring the mountains."

"Thinking about their remains, they must have become extraordinary through years of cultivation, so I left them here for you to use as materials for refining weapons."

Zhuge Yu was so excited he was incoherent: "Thank...thank you, Uncle-Master, I am overwhelmed with gratitude..."

"It's alright, don't feel pressured. Your master doesn't require you to refine any powerful magical artifacts. Just consider these as tools for your cultivation."

Jiang Mo ruffled Zhuge Yu's buzz cut.

He had already noticed the disciple's efforts and gave him appropriate encouragement, which undoubtedly further motivated him to strive harder.

"Jin'er, how has your great-grandfather been lately?"

"Reporting to Uncle-Master, Grandfather is in good health. When I went back last time, he asked me to give you his regards."

Lu Jin sat beside Jiang Mo, holding a feather fan and gently fanning away the heat from the teapot.

"Is that so? Then it seems I should visit your Lu family next time I have some free time and pay my respects to Mr. Lu."

"Hey? Martial Uncle, didn't you just come out of seclusion?!"

Lu Jin was somewhat surprised. Judging from his uncle's words, it seemed that he was going to attend to other matters again.

"Correct."

Jiang Mo took a sip of tea and told his two disciples about his plans to leave seclusion.

"My partial transformation is complete, but there are still other important cultivation matters to attend to. If I continue in seclusion, I won't be able to leave the back mountain for at least a year or two."

"I might as well come out for a walk ahead of time, so that you and your senior brother can rest assured. I'll give you some guidance on your cultivation, spend some time with you, and then it's time for me to go into seclusion again."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jin and Zhuge Yu immediately understood. Unable to contain their curiosity, they cautiously asked Jiang Mo:

"Uncle-Master, there's a lot of talk about you down the mountain that you're about to ascend to immortality. When you come out of seclusion next time, will you actually succeed?"

"Come closer, stick your head out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two did as he was told. Jiang Mo raised his right hand, gently tapped their foreheads with his index finger, and said with a faint smile:

"What kind of absurd thing is this? I don't aspire to become an immortal, and even if I had such an opportunity, I wouldn't need it."

"what?!"

Zhuge Yu was surprised by his uncle's casual attitude. This was a fortune that countless extraordinary individuals coveted but could not obtain. He covered his swollen forehead, his eyes lighting up with a smile:

"That's good. If you really ascend to heaven, we'll all miss you."

"Yes, Uncle-Master."

"Two silly boys."

Jiang Mo looked at Zhuge Yu and Lu Jin and chuckled. The long night was especially peaceful and quiet as he chatted with his disciples. The sect was also filled with a sense of tranquility.

The next day.

Upon learning that Jiang Mo had emerged from seclusion, all the disciples and elders of the sect were overjoyed, and Si Chong was beaming with delight.

For the next two weeks, Jiang Mo was responsible for guiding his disciples' cultivation, helping them fill in any gaps in their knowledge. Two disciples in a row broke through the first bottleneck and entered the second level.

The remaining two disciples will be here soon.

The other four senior practitioners had no interest in trying to reach the second level. They had failed to reach the second level before and ended up crippled. They were content to be able to start cultivating again, recuperate, and loosen their muscles and bones.

A few days later, good news that had been long awaited came from the secluded veil on the third floor of the Sutra Repository.

The Book of Dynamite and the Staff of Fear, two alchemical creations, have both been successfully crafted.

Especially the latter. Jiang Mo tested it briefly and found that the effect was quite good. So he arranged for You Sha to place the Staff of Fear on the second floor of the training ground in the back mountain, so that the disciples could use it to cultivate and overcome their inner demons.