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

The moment she uttered that name, she almost gritted her teeth, wanting to tear that bastard to pieces.

Through Lü Ren's memories, Duanmu Ying learned that the head of the Lü family had a private meeting with the head of the Wang family, during which they discussed their dissatisfaction with the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The latter even mentions that Zhang Huaiyi was the one who informed the Lu family, using this to warn Zhang Jingqing, hoping that the other party would not interfere too much, so that they could seize the Qi Source Flow.

Having narrowly escaped death, Duanmu Ying recalled her experiences along the way, as well as Zhang Huaiyi's hasty departure at the end. Everything seemed so abnormal, and she trembled with anger.

The intuition was stronger than ever before, and Duanmu Ying couldn't even muster a single doubt or waver.

The informant was short in stature. After the sworn brotherhood was established, she traveled south with Ma Ben and knew him well. He was honest and simple, even cowardly, and had no reason to stir up such a trouble.

As for Zhang Huaiyi, she couldn't see clearly. She always felt that this big-eared thief was hiding something. Now that the truth has been exposed and she knows that he is the mole, Duanmu Ying is furious and extremely agitated.

She was forced to become homeless, and her 36 sworn brothers suffered heavy casualties. She held a grudge against them.

"Zhang Huaiyi...wait for me."

"I won't be able to quell my hatred until I tear you to pieces."

Chapter 228 I See My Bones

The tenth day of the eighth lunar month.

Trinity Gate.

As the mountain breeze gently wafted through the forest at night, Jiang Mo, who was cultivating in the pool behind the mountain, was making his final preparations before setting off.

The primordial energy overflowed like a vast ocean, continuously converging into a nearly tangible form.

More than a year ago, after the Five Demonic Sects attacked, Jiang Mo had already created an external avatar and traveled from south to north, spanning nearly ten thousand miles, to invade the northern primeval mountains, wipe out the stronghold of the Suzhen Mansion, and slaughter several ancient monsters.

This time, using the 'Fate Rewind' technique to travel to a parallel world line in the past, he can only take a portion of his disciples with him.

With his senior brother still in seclusion within the sect, and only Will and the other disciples guarding the mountain, absolute safety could not be guaranteed. Moreover, in this chaotic world, Jiang Mo had no choice but to condense his Dharma body and prepare a foolproof plan.

The vitality rippled slowly, and a wisp of the soul's consciousness detached from the spiritual platform between the eyebrows and entered the body of the Dharma body.

After nearly two hours, the task was finally completed. Looking at himself, surrounded by a blazing silver light, Jiang Mo raised his hand and sealed him at the bottom of the pool, connecting him to the boundless, dense network of Qi underground.

In this way, even if the true body is not in this space-time, the Dharma body can secretly monitor the situation of the entire mountain gate, and will be revived immediately if an intruder appears.

To ensure its destructive power was strong enough, Jiang Mo even left behind the sword forged from the blood soil of the Teng Snake.

Looking at the world, he estimated that even if a freakishly powerful figure like the ancestor of the Southern Frontier were to reappear, his Dharma Body wielding a sword in battle would not be a problem.

"The road ahead is uncertain, and I am caught in three seas of suffering. When will I be able to reach the other shore?"

Sitting cross-legged by the pool, Jiang Mo looked up at the starry sky. After decades of arduous cultivation in the mortal world, and after surviving a near-death experience in the icy plains, his body had undergone constant changes. His flesh and blood had been polished to perfection, and he was constantly transforming and pushing the limits of perfection.

If the three realms were likened to a boundless ocean, Jiang Mo roughly guessed that he had only drifted away from the nearshore area and had just embarked on a journey without end.

On this path of spiritual practice, he saw no traces left by his predecessors, nor could he see the footsteps of those who followed. He walked alone in solitude.

"Transforming things...transforming people...transforming heaven and earth..."

Jiang Mo seemed to be deep in thought. He activated his true technique, and his right arm formed rolling lava at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, the lava receded, restoring the appearance of a normal arm, but his appearance had changed.

A vast amount of memories surged deep within his mind. Throughout his life, almost everyone he had ever spoken with—whether they were his teachers within the sect, laborers and merchants from the foot of the mountain, or ancient clan elders from the Northern Desert—their appearances changed on Jiang Mo's face at an extremely rapid pace, and even their bodies remained completely identical.

In the blink of an eye, the evolution of hundreds of people was completed. Jiang Mo did not stop and continued to try.

His body began to dissipate, transforming into the mountain breeze, the dust on the ground, the spring water in the pool, the branches and leaves in the forest, the clouds in the night sky, almost everywhere, gaining an unprecedentedly unrestrained form.

After a long while, the vast flow of Qi converged and formed a human figure once again.

Jiang Mo remained silent, only a slight smile playing on his lips. It seemed that if he wished, he could even transform into mythical beasts from ancient texts, or use the rotation of Yin and Yang to create a sun and moon, hanging high above the Sanyi Gate.

With a long lifespan and absolute military power, he will have a long time to explore and understand the world.

At midnight, Jiang Mo got up and left. He first gazed at a certain place, his eyes penetrating the mountains and forests, and saw two figures on guard duty. He then emitted wisps of Qi, which fell into the ears of Lu Jin and Zhuge Yu in their respective bedrooms, summoning them to wait on the fourth floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

Due to the limited number of people that can be teleported, You Sha can only cast 'Fate Reversal' on five people, including Jiang Mo.

That night, Chengzhen and Shuiyun were on duty guarding the Qi Diagram. When they saw their two junior brothers coming over, they were slightly taken aback.

"Zhuge and Xiao Lu, you two don't stay up all night, are you sleepwalking here?" Shuiyun teased.

"No... I was just about to fall asleep when I heard my uncle's voice. He called me here."

Zhuge Yu was parched. He had been reading foreign books all night and was feeling dizzy. He plopped down on a cushion, picked up the teapot, poured tea into a cup, and gulped it down with his right hand.

"Senior brother, do you know why our uncle summoned us here?"

Lu Jin's face was somewhat pale. He had been practicing the Spirit-Breaking Spell at night not long ago, and he looked very tired at the moment.

"My martial uncle is still chatting with Protector You on the third floor..."

"Let's wait patiently."

Chengzhen gently shook her head, indicating that she did not know.

The group didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later, Jiang Mo appeared on the fourth floor as if by teleportation. He sat down on the floor, looked around at the four disciples sitting upright, and got straight to the point:

"I have made proper arrangements for the daily affairs within the gate. I will take you out for a trip later, to a special world."

As he spoke, Jiang Mo placed a letter on the table, which was for the other disciples in the sect, informing them that he would be traveling with these four disciples for three days.

"Uncle-Master...where are you going?" Lu Jin asked expectantly, his drowsiness dissipating.

"The world two years ago... It's time for you all to grow and improve. Go and see what changes the Trinity Sect will experience without me and without my senior brothers."

"I hope you learn from your mistakes and gain something from that experience."

Jiang Mo had no way of knowing what happened in that world, but he guessed that he probably perished in the ice field, and that the disciples in the sect were likely to suffer a calamity.

"Past...past?!" Zhuge Yu's eyes widened in surprise. "Uncle-Master, is this even possible?!"

He cultivates the Wuhou Qimen and Fenghou Qimen techniques. Although he can manipulate time and space at will within the Qimen formation, the ability to travel back in time, which is nothing short of miraculous, is unimaginable for him. With his current level of cultivation, he can't even hope for it.

“I can’t do this…”

Jiang Mo readily admitted, explaining with a faint smile, "This is a magical secret technique practiced by your Protector You Sha. She wants to go back in time to find something, and I just happened to have the idea to take you along."

"But... Uncle-Master, if we change the past, won't we be affected in the present?"

Shuiyun only understood part of what she heard, and her face was full of shock.

"No, just like our conversation, every second gives rise to countless possibilities, like the branches of a river. Our timeline is fixed, and we can't truly change the long-standing 'flow' we're on. But we can use a tool, namely the 'Destiny Reversal' cultivated by Protector You Sha, to go upstream to a certain section of our tributary, using my death and your master's death as anchor points, and intercept the adjacent branch."

Jiang Mo patiently explained to his four disciples and gave them instructions:

"There's no need to feel pressured. Just treat it as a dream. The magic lasts for three days. Your influence on that world is limited. Once the time is up, you will be forcibly brought back to the present world, just like waking up from a dream."

"Disciple understands!" the four said in unison.

"Come with me."

Jiang Mo led them down to the third floor. The magical restrictions were gradually lifted, and the once massive metal sphere opened completely from the inside out, like a scarlet vortex reflecting a real world.

The halls and academies were filled with foreigners of various blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in dark gold academic robes.

Yusha had already locked onto the world she was going to. Noticing footsteps behind her, she asked softly, "Ready?"

"Ah."

From their previous conversation, Jiang Mo learned that once the magic was activated, it would operate on its own, and even without You Sha's control, he would still return at the appointed time. However, he still had concerns, worried that with You Sha's cultivation level, something unexpected might happen to her in the world she was exploring. Therefore, he said:

"Do you need my help?"

"...Do I look unreliable?"

You Sha smiled alluringly, a strange light appearing in her eyes, and tossed over a deep blue crystal.

"If something really happens, fish me out, crush it, and the cycle of fate will start again, and you'll be able to find me."

"Okay." Jiang Mo took the crystal.

At the same time, You Sha handed over five silver-gray crystals and distributed them to the five people one by one, saying:

"If you find that world boring, use it to come back early; otherwise, you'll need to stay for the full three days."

"Thank you..." The disciples accepted the crystal and examined it curiously.

"Hold on."

You Sha chanted an ancient magic incantation, her fingertips shimmering with a unique light. With a gentle tap forward, a crack appeared in the crimson vortex, and a blue vortex suddenly formed, revealing a world filled with ice and snow, with howling winds.

"Okay."

"Wish ya'll good luck."

Eager to learn, You Sha waved goodbye, turned and stepped into the crimson vortex, disappearing into thin air.

With a "pop!", the scarlet vortex disappeared, and a deep blue vortex covered the inside of the metal sphere. Jiang Mo, wearing a silver-gray crystal on his wrist, called out to his disciple.

"Walk."

After speaking, he stepped straight into the vortex and instantly arrived at the familiar ice field, where the biting cold attacked from all directions.

"Om!!"

One by one, the disciples appeared. Chengzhen and Lu Jin, who had higher cultivation levels, were fine, but Shuiyun and Zhuge Yu, who were setting foot on the icy plain for the first time, shivered from the cold and quickly used their Qi to protect themselves.

"Do you need me to warm you up?"

As Jiang Mo asked questions, he looked around and searched his memory for a corresponding frame of reference.

"No...no need...Uncle-Master...I can hold on a little longer..."

Zhuge Yu stammered as the protective Qi around his body was rapidly eroded, condensing into large patches of frost that dripped down his clothes.

"Uncle-Master, is this the place where you went into seclusion back then?"

Chengzhen's expression was solemn. The harshness of this place was beyond his imagination. It was boundless and there wasn't even any living creature. Even if he had reached the second level of Reverse Rebirth, he probably wouldn't be able to survive here for more than a few months.

"Hmm... This should be the outer area. It's been so long since I've been here that my memory has become rusty."

"The deeper we go, the more terrifying the cold energy becomes. Your cultivation level is far from enough to withstand it. This time, I will protect you as you go."

As Jiang Mo's true qi flowed smoothly down, its scorching silver light instantly melted the ice and snow within a ten-foot radius beneath his feet.

Afterwards, he led his disciples on a stroll along the vast Frosty Ancient Road. Wherever they went, there was no life, only bone-chilling cold. The howling wind was like a giant beast, and avalanches occurred frequently in the nearby area.

"Back then, I cultivated for several years deep in the icy plains, enduring countless hardships. Even after obtaining the true techniques, I still faced a near-death experience..."

"We should go and take a look at the abandoned temple."

Ignoring the cold wind along the way, Jiang Mo retraced his old path of cultivation, walking for several hours until he finally arrived at an abandoned temple.

The terrifying aura of Qi raged in all directions, but it was gradually receding. The disciples trembled. They were all too familiar with the Qi that was spreading in the air; it was exactly the same as their martial uncle's Qi.

Following Jiang Mo's footsteps, the four stepped into the deserted temple. Amidst the ruins, they saw two sets of remains lying there. One was dim and silent, while the other was crystal clear but full of cracks, with wisps of light emanating from it and then dissipating.

"Master...Master Uncle...Is this you?!"

Lu Jin seemed unable to accept it, feeling a tightness in her chest, and the other disciples also looked particularly solemn.

"Correct."

"He's been dead for a year; he failed to pass the test."

Jiang Mo lingered on his own skeleton, murmuring, "Cultivation is unpredictable; life and death are but a thought apart. The slightest misstep can lead to eternal damnation..."

"Do you see that skeleton over there?"

"This sage possessed the techniques of reversing death and true magic, which he passed down before his death and had carved on the wall. His life predates that of our sect's founder."

"His true method stopped at the second level and did not go beyond the third level. When I obtained his method, I cultivated it to the second level in one go, but I still could not escape the death calamity. In the end, I took a gamble and rushed to the third level to try to survive and realize the continuous transformation of natural Qi and innate Qi. Therefore, I survived."

"However... on this timeline, unfortunately, both this senior and the other me failed one after another."

Jiang Mo's calm tone echoed in the ears of the four disciples like a morning bell and evening drum, leaving them utterly shocked.

The two skeletons were located very close to each other. The older one had blood-stained words hanging above its head, completely embedded in the wall. The ground beside the newer one was also covered with insights from cultivation, each word penetrating the stone. Across the vast expanse of time, the two skeletons resonated with each other, leaving behind the most precious treasures for those destined to be born before their deaths.

"The second and third levels of true teachings are imprinted on it. Try to comprehend them. Time is limited. I will grant you one day. If you gain anything, it will save me the trouble of personally teaching you later."

Jiang Mo instructed his four disciples to abandon distractions and focus on their cultivation, while he picked up two skeletons and dug a burial site outside the temple to erect stone tablets for them.

With reverence, after properly burying the remains of that senior, Jiang Mo examined his own remains, gazing at the tattered black robe, a slight ripple stirring in his heart.

"Is this what it feels like to bury yourself?"

"To rest in peace in this world, undisturbed by the mortal realm, is good... Through thousands of years of change, it awaits only the destined cultivator of today."

Jiang Mo released his true qi, transforming it from acquired to natural, and thick, heavy green rocks settled down, burying the two skeletons.