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

The hidden realms beyond reality possess a spiritual energy concentration that is worlds apart from that of the mortal world.

The law of gravity applies here as well, and it is more than ten times stronger than outside. It is as if countless viscous threads are tightly hooked onto every inch of flesh and blood, dragging it downwards frantically.

“…”

Jiang Mo suppressed his Qi to the extreme and subconsciously scanned his surroundings, only to find no one guarding the area.

That makes sense. At an entrance tens of thousands of meters high, there probably aren't many extraordinary individuals within the secret realm who can fly that high.

As for ordinary outsiders, once they rush in, they are caught off guard by the gravity of this place and are soon smashed to pieces. Is this natural danger formed innately or modified by human hands?

In addition, Jiang Mo also noticed a sun hanging above the secret realm, like a mirage, reflecting from an unknown area.

Just as he was lost in thought, the distant sound of bells reverberated, as if warning of something. In the blink of an eye, from the Taiqing Palace, thousands of meters away, endless celestial light burst forth, and countless figures swarmed out like locusts.

With the exception of the sect leader who was in seclusion and the Supreme Elder whose whereabouts were unknown, almost all the disciples of Taiqing Palace set out and rushed towards the exit of the secret realm.

No one could believe that the bell, silent for hundreds of years, suddenly rang out, announcing the arrival of the invaders.

"Boom!!!"

"Boom!"

A dozen or so dazzling beams of light pierced the sky, arriving in an instant from the horizon.

As the light faded, one after another, the Taiqing Elders, dressed in luxurious clothes and adorned with magical artifacts and precious jade, with otherworldly demeanors, were revealed. Following them were the peak masters of the thirty-six peaks and disciples flying through the sky on their swords.

However, at their very first meeting, a highly respected elder, upon witnessing Jiang Mo's distinctive white hair, paled in shock, as if seeing a vengeful ghost resurrected, and could not believe it.

The Trinity Clan isn't completely wiped out yet?!

Not only him, but the other elders of similar age also narrowed their eyes, their killing intent palpable. It was a blood feud that had lasted for countless generations, and now that they had been brought to their doorstep, one side was destined to perish.

The younger elders didn't understand what was happening; they only felt that a terrifying battle was imminent, almost about to erupt.

Unable to assess the intruder's strength, they were terrified by the massive battle axe he wielded, sensing an extremely dangerous aura. What kind of magical treasure was that, so terrifying?

"How dare you, you madman, trespass on our sacred grounds! What are you trying to do?!"

As the two armies faced off, a sharp shout resounded through the sky. It was none other than the third disciple of the Taiqing Sect Leader, Master Shouyuan, who was the first to question them.

Jiang Mo sensed several strong killing intents emanating from those white-haired old ghosts.

He ignored it, gathering his qi with his five fingers to create a lifelike figure, recreating the appearance and demeanor of the Lingyun Hermit, staring directly at the Shouyuan Master, and coldly retorted:

"Who is he to you?"

"My senior brother, Ling Yun, you've met him?!"

Shouyuan Shangren's heart trembled, and a bad premonition arose.

"boom!!!"

The moment he received the answer, Jiang Mo no longer concealed his aura, revealing his cultivation level of the sixth stage of the Profound Life Realm. He was like a divine mountain descending upon the world, pressing down on the elders and peak masters present, making them almost suffocate and their expressions stiff.

He leaped up, without saying a word, locked onto the few old ghosts in the crowd who were the first to want to attack him, and instantly unleashed the Soul-Slaying Spell. He then suddenly gathered power in his right arm and brought down an axe.

"what!!!"

"what!!!"

A bloodcurdling roar erupted as several elders bled from their seven orifices in the void. The sudden change horrified the disciples.

At this moment, the real killing move had just begun. Jiang Mo's figure was ethereal and terrifying, as if he were merging with the sun. In the instant that everyone's eyes widened in anger, they saw a huge, boundless axe beam rushing towards them.

"Boom!!!"

Like a mythical axe shattering a mountain, it perfectly embodies the burst of power, causing the void to tremble and shake, and countless wisps of air to explode, forming a violent and chaotic shockwave that destroys the ground along its path.

The four elders at the center of the attack didn't even have a chance to struggle. Along with several peak masters and nearly a thousand disciples behind them, their physical bodies exploded into a bloody mist. Soul light shot out, extremely thin, and they screamed in terror.

"Pong!!!"

As the axe blade swept through the void, golden flames spread, burning the souls until they dissipated inch by inch, fleeing madly, yet unable to be extinguished, as if subjected to the tortures of purgatory.

Under this terrifying blow, the ground was severely shattered, creating a ravine nearly 10,000 meters long. Countless abysses were also shattered as a result, and much vegetation and rock turned into billowing dust.

"escape!!!"

"Retreat!!! Activate the sect's grand formation!!"

The elder who narrowly escaped was covered in blood, almost seriously injured, and his face was deathly pale. He roared and fled towards the Dao Palace, which was 10,000 meters away, without even a moment's hesitation.

"Ahhh!! Let's go!"

The remaining disciples were terrified, their eyes reddening, and they desperately tried to escape while suppressing their emotions.

As the 36 elite peak masters of Taiqing Palace, they lost 8 members. They never expected that the invaders would be so ferocious that they could not resist them. With just a casual strike, they slaughtered more than half of their disciples, leaving no trace of their bodies.

"escape?"

Jiang Mo let out a cold snort, and his figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of more than 600 fleeing disciples. He swung his axe across the sky, and once again a sea of ​​fire swept in, engulfing all the disciples of Taiqing Palace.

"Bang!!!"

"Ahhh!!"

One after another, the protective magical artifacts could not withstand the scorching heat of the ancient Dao True Fire. Their spiritual essence was destroyed one after another, and they exploded one after another. Their owners, within a few breaths, were also buried in the sea of ​​fire and turned into wisps of ashes.

More than a dozen peak masters were also stopped. At this moment, their fear was magnified to an unprecedented level. The white-haired monster standing in the sea of ​​fire was sizing them up.

An eerie silence fell over the dozen or so powerful figures who stared at Jiang Mo, their hearts pounding so hard they felt like they were about to burst from their chests, yet not one of them dared to declare war.

Faced with an insurmountable, seemingly insurmountable gap in strength, their will to resist was completely consumed by fear, their hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and they succumbed to despair.

"me..."

One peak master trembled for most of the day, unable to utter a complete sentence. He wanted to submit in order to save his life, but he could not bear the ridicule from his disciples.

Unfortunately, he never had the chance to surrender before his death.

Jiang Mo glanced at the thirteen peak masters who were still in shock, and without any further communication, he directly released the Soul-Shattering Curse, forcibly tearing the souls residing in each of their brains into pieces.

"Ahhh!!!"

The wails were incessant as people perished, but Jiang Mo ignored them. He turned around, strode forward, and his gaze fell on the towering and majestic Taiqing Palace in the distance.

Chapter 390 Blocking the Gate and Launching a Killing Attack: A Head-on Clash with the Founding Ancestor

The disciples scattered in the void, like a broken flock of wild geese, were rushing back to Taiqing Palace at breakneck speed, with one whistling sword light after another.

"boom!!!"

A sea of ​​fire, capable of incinerating everything, burst forth from behind Jiang Mo, engulfing the mountains and forests. In an instant, the fire intensified, becoming uncontrollable and scorching the ground until it was black and cracked.

Witnessing the fleeing Taiqing disciples, Jiang Mo did not stop them. He simply locked his gaze on one spot, his figure disappeared again, piercing through the void, traversing more than 7,000 meters, and with a swift movement, captured an unfortunate disciple.

The man was obese and bloated, with difficulty moving, and his neck was almost gone. A large, pale hand gripped his shoulder, and he was instantly terrified, frozen in place. His entire body trembled violently, and he whimpered:

"No...don't kill me..."

"I... am an outer disciple... I know nothing..."

"Buzz!"

Jiang Mo ignored him, activated the Eye of Truth in his palm, and began to intercept the disciple's memories, browsing through his past life without missing a single detail, and obtaining information related to Taiqing Palace.

"Oh!"

A burst of blood erupted, splattering skull fragments and brain matter everywhere.

Jiang Mo waved his hand lightly, instantly killing the disciple on the spot.

At this point, he had a basic understanding of Taiqing Palace, an ancient Taoist lineage that had been passed down for more than three thousand years, longer than any major sect in the mortal world.

Its founder and first ancestor was an ancient cultivator known as the "True Lord of Taiqing," who passed down three books: the "Ancient Yin Scripture of Taiqing," the "Alchemy Scripture of Taiqing," and the "Mysterious Array Scripture of Taiqing."

His disciples, through his grace, cultivated to the pinnacle of their abilities, achieving a state of unfettered freedom in the mortal realm. They could enjoy a lifespan of hundreds of years, travel on clouds and mist like immortals, roam the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, and even control a portion of Yin and Yang, enabling them to bring mortals back to life.

The secret realm beneath our feet, also known as the Taiqing Secret Realm, is a treasure land that the founder of this sect found three thousand four hundred years ago, refined it, and used it as a Daoist abode.

When he reached the age of seven hundred, he took the cores of several mythical beasts from the mountains and seas, wrote thousands of array patterns, and set up an awe-inspiring array, which he then gifted to his descendants to protect the sect and ensure its longevity.

In the blink of an eye, two thousand nine hundred years have passed. The number of times the sect's protective formation has been activated can be counted on one hand, involving several ancient wars. As an ordinary disciple of the outer sect, Du Cang was unaware of the specific details.

Through his memories, Jiang Mo determined that the strongest force in Taiqing Palace was none other than the sect-protecting array, followed by the Supreme Elder whose fate was unknown, and the Sect Master, Li Xuan Dao Zun, who was in seclusion and had broken through to the seventh level of the Taiqing Ancient Yin Scripture.

Following these three are the twelve elders, the thirty-six peak masters, and the sect leader's four disciples: Kong Yuan, Ling Yun, Shou Yuan, and Yan Shu.

Among them, Lingyun Daoist is the peak master of Xinjing Peak. His strength ranks among the top. He and the sect leader's chief disciple Kongyuan are both strong candidates for the next sect leader. He is over a hundred years old and has cultivated the Taiqing Ancient Yin Scripture to the sixth level. Ten years ago, he left the secret realm to travel in the mortal world.

As Jiang Mo sorted through his memories, he stepped down, creating ripples of blazing silver. He dragged his massive battle axe with one hand, cleaving through the air, and looked up at the majestic Dao Palace two thousand meters away, standing atop the mountains, magnificent and spectacular, just like the sacred immortal land described in ancient myths.

"Activate the formation!! Protect the mountain gate!!"

An aged voice resounded throughout the universe, seemingly hysterical, extremely anxious.

Even though some disciples, peak masters, and stewards were still being held back outside and had not yet returned, the elders in Taiqing Palace could no longer care about such things.

They joined forces to form hand seals, channeling their true qi and infusing their essence and blood to activate an ancient array diagram. This caused the great array that had been dormant underground to fully awaken, and unparalleled power instantly converged from all directions, as if blessed by the entire secret realm.

"Boom!!!"

In a moment when time seemed to freeze, a tremendous force surged from the earth like a raging river. Countless streams of light, each a thousand meters long, shot into the sky, intertwining to form a spherical barrier that blotted out the sun and sky, crystal clear and spotless, isolating it from all intrusion.

What moved Jiang Mo even more was that a misty, semi-transparent figure, over a thousand meters tall, seemingly a spirit, stood tall and imposing, casting its gaze down from the void, coldly scrutinizing him. Its boundless majesty instantly crushed down upon him; it seemed to possess a true will, rather than being an inanimate object.

"Grandmaster!!"

"Please save us!!!"

Those fleeing Taiqing disciples suddenly encountered that illusory figure, their expressions became excited, and they cried out for protection, like drowning people grasping at their last straw.

"puppet?"

"Is it a remnant soul left behind by the protective formation?"

Jiang Mo was unable to determine its origin for the time being.

However, even with the phantom of a sage from the Taiqing Palace staring at him, he remained fearless. He unleashed another axe strike, so fast that there was no afterimage. Then, the heavens and earth roared as the axe beam, powerful enough to shake rivers and mountains, crashed straight through the more than two thousand meters of mountain in front of him, annihilating hundreds of fleeing figures.

Witnessing this bloody scene, the phantom showed no emotion. It simply raised its hand slowly, its fingertips rapidly gathering black and white Yin-Yang Qi, compressing it wildly like a storm. After reaching a certain limit and undergoing a qualitative change, it shot out a beam of light thousands of meters long, vast and mighty, like the Milky Way falling from the heavens to earth.

"boom!!!"

Jiang Mo gathered his strength and swung his axe backhand, his attack even more swift and fierce. He clashed head-on with the axe, its blade radiating ancient Dao True Fire, its destructive range covering the entire sky, shattering mountains and rivers and causing the sun and moon to lose their color.

A massive explosion occurred in the void, raising a huge mushroom cloud. Dazzling light radiated throughout the world, and the earth shook as if an unprecedented earthquake had occurred.

The elders and disciples in Taiqing Palace looked panicked. They couldn't believe that even their patriarch couldn't subdue that demon.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the figure stood in the void, his frosty hair flowing, his spirits high, showing no sign of defeat or discouragement.

In contrast, the phantom maintained by the array was struck from a distance by the axe beam and nearly collapsed, revealing numerous cracks.

"not good!"

An elder's pupils contracted, and before he could even wipe the blood from his mouth, he roared:

"This ferocious demon is extremely powerful. We cannot delay any longer. Everyone, help me activate the formation to its strongest setting!"

"Boom!!!"

The moment he uttered those words, a piercing roar came from the barrier protecting the outside world. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and were immediately terrified, their faces turning pale.

Jiang Mo was seen wielding a giant axe, smashing it fiercely against the protective mountain formation, directly clashing with the accumulated power passed down for thousands of years.

The illusory figure of the patriarch, lacking sufficient spiritual energy, was utterly unable to stop him. It would take some time to form hand seals and unleash a killing move, but Jiang Mo didn't even give it a chance, swinging his axe again and again in a savage and brutal manner.

Even with the support of the secret realm, the formation was severely damaged and its repair speed was reduced by more than half. In a little while, it would definitely be forcibly broken through.

"Pfft!!"

The eight elders who were in charge of the formation were already seriously injured. When the formation suddenly fluctuated violently, the energy that was fed back was too terrifying. In an instant, it backfired on them, causing them to vomit blood, damage their internal organs, and become increasingly weak.

"Oh no!! What should I do?"

Some people were extremely anxious. Every time a roar came from the outside world, it was as if death was one step closer. They were terrified and at a loss, and could hardly think of any solutions.

With the cultivation level of these juniors, they simply cannot activate the ancestral array diagram. If it were the peak masters of the various peaks who tried, there might be a certain possibility, but it is not certain that they could reverse the overall situation.

"boom!!!"

"boom!!"

Just when they were in despair, four dazzling pillars of light burst forth from the deepest part of Taiqing Palace. They were none other than the sect leader who had been in seclusion for many years, and three supreme elders whose ages were unknown and who were almost on their deathbeds.