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

"call out!"

Jiang Mo shed his Dharma form and instantly appeared in front of this person, locking his throat with one hand and using the Eye of Truth to extract his memories.

"Oh!"

The old man's soul suddenly exploded, his memories vanished, and his body turned into a gentle breeze and disappeared.

"It's no use. We have an ancestral restriction in place, so you can't search their souls."

Another elder smiled bitterly, and after saying this, his eyes also dimmed and faded away.

The elders and disciples around him burst into tears, bowing their heads in anguish and sobbing. Some who stood up to rebuke Jiang Mo were not even able to finish their sentences before they were swept away by the Soul-Breaking Curse and died on the spot.

“…”

Jiang Mo tried to kill several people in succession, including the Supreme Elder and the Sect Leader, but he killed them all with ease. After he could no longer obtain any useful information, he decided to go to the site of the Trinity ruins.

"boom!!!"

"Pfft!!"

With the divine power unleashed, a bladeless, blazing light swept across the entire area, heads leaping up in unison, and corpses falling to the ground like straws, blood gushing out.

The Taiqing Palace, which had existed for 3,400 years, was destroyed.

Chapter 392 A World Transformed: Arrival at the Sect Ruins

The magnificent palaces scattered across the rolling mountains were burned to ruins by the raging fire. A silver-gray light tore through the sky and disappeared into the horizon in an instant.

Jiang Mo toured the entire secret realm in a few dozen seconds, roughly estimating its area to be between 3 and 4 square kilometers. It possesses abundant mineral veins, spiritual springs and lakes, and precious medicinal herbs, making it a veritable treasure land.

However, time was of the essence, so he did not linger to explore, nor did he have a specific method for refining the secret realm. He could only leave first.

"boom!!"

Silver light pierced through the vortex of the dome, and Jiang Mo crossed the two realms, returning to the mortal world once again. The entire winding and tortuous mountain ridge was filled with many fully armed combat personnel from the Nine Divisions and many mechs with their cannons set up.

Under the wary gazes of the crowd, Jiang Mo strode forward. One of the frontline executives recognized him and hurriedly shouted to stop him, ordering his subordinates not to advance rashly.

"..."

Jiang Mo glanced at the hundreds of people who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, then removed the barrier he had set up earlier. From beginning to end, he didn't say a single word.

He instantly traversed over two thousand kilometers, returning to the back mountain of his sect. He breathed calmly as a dark figure gradually peeled away from his body, sinking into the pool to enter a deep sleep. Even his sword, Guichen, was left behind.

Jiang Mo was unsure whether he could emerge from the secret realm of the Sanyi Ruins in a short time. He also worried that the secluded forces that had imprisoned the Sanyi disciples might take advantage of his absence or receive news of the Taiqing Palace's demise to launch an attack. Therefore, he forcibly separated half of his innate Qi and condensed it into a second true body as a backup plan.

Immediately, a wisp of ethereal white energy appeared in his palm, locking onto Chengzhen's location from a great distance, and then he cast the spell 'Close at Hand'.

"call out!!!"

Jiang Mo's figure transformed into countless particles of light, dissipating into the vast天地 (heaven and earth). At the same moment, deep within Wutong Mountain in Lingnan, in front of a secluded valley, a new body was formed.

Dozens of researchers from the Ninth Department detected anomalies in the data on-site. Their eyes, fixed on the computer screen, gradually grew uneasy, cold sweat trickled down their cheeks, and their expressions became tense.

The surrounding mountains are swarmed with drones for reconnaissance and patrols, and thermal imaging rays cover every corner. Nine combat personnel are stationed there to prevent civilians or awakened individuals from approaching.

At this moment, dawn was approaching.

Yu Huai, Cheng Zhen, Zhuge Yu, Lu Jin, and Chang Qing waited in a tent, their expressions slightly solemn. It had been almost an hour since they had parted ways with their martial uncle, and they couldn't help but worry about whether Jiang Mo's campaign was going smoothly, after all, it was a secluded sect with a profound foundation.

However, precisely at this time of anxiety, more bad news arrived. A young research scholar hurriedly turned around and reported to Yu Huai:

"Boss, something's happened! The secret realm is showing signs of closing in! And it's happening very quickly!"

"what?"

Yu Huai's face darkened, and he subconsciously asked, "Has the exploration team been recalled?"

"They've returned safely. It was all local surveying; there was no danger to their lives."

Young researchers should provide truthful information.

"Okay, arrange for them to be cleaned, disinfected, and checked immediately to make sure they are healthy."

Yu Huai then issued the order, but he and his senior brothers were starting to get anxious. It concerned the origin of the sect, and if their senior uncle didn't return soon, they might miss the opportunity.

It was at this moment that a strong smell of blood suddenly appeared in the tent, startling the researchers present and sending chills down their spines. The nine powerful warriors guarding outside filed in, thinking they were being attacked by the enemy.

"Wow!"

Countless particles of light coalesced, revealing Jiang Mo's figure. Upon seeing his return, Yu Huai, Chang Qing, and the others were overjoyed and couldn't help but gasp softly:

"Martial Uncle?!"

"You've finally arrived!!"

Chengzhen noticed that Jiang Mo's dark clothes were slightly damaged, stained with large patches of blood and dust, clearly indicating that he had recently been in a fierce battle. She asked with concern:

"How's it going?"

"Yes, it's cleared up."

Jiang Mo didn't go into too much detail. He simply activated the Eye of Truth, condensing a blue ball of light in his palm, containing all the memories of the battle at Taiqing Palace, and handed it to Chengzhen.

"I'll leave this to you. I'll go in first and may not be able to come out for a long time. As the sect leader, you must protect the sect."

"Yes, uncle."

Chengzhen solemnly accepted the ball of light with both hands, and it instantly entered his brow, bringing forth a flood of images.

Inside the tent, Jiang Mo sensed strong spatial fluctuations in the valley not far away, as if the secret realm was closing in.

Immediately, he precisely timed his actions, looked at his other two disciples, and said:

"Yu Huai, Jin'er, I've destroyed Taiqing Palace. Do what you're supposed to do and wait for me to come back."

"Yes, we understand. Please be careful."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Jiang Mo, along with Chang Qing and Zhuge Yu, left the camp. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the three walked side by side toward the deep purple crevice in the valley, their figures gradually disappearing.

......

With a "pop!" sound, Jiang Mo entered the secret realm.

He looked around and saw only a hazy, gray fog. The air was murky, and the soil was a dark gray, sticky, and damp, like a decaying corpse. Everything was withering and dying.

From time to time, the roars of various strange beasts hunting for food and fighting for territory could be heard from the distant mountains and forests.

"Uncle-Master..."

"Do you think our founding master might have been a disciple of this place back then?"

Changqing hesitated slightly. After arriving at this secret realm, the desolate and lifeless atmosphere made him feel somewhat uneasy.

It's the ancestral temple after all, yet they never knew about it, and it's fallen into such a state. It's quite a sad sight.

"Hard to say."

Jiang Mo strode forward, his yang energy scorching and terrifying. The evil spirits and strange beasts along the way retreated in fear upon seeing his arrival.

"The destruction of this place was partly due to the Taiqing Palace, but that was a thousand years ago. Our ancestor, tracing back to the first generation, was 1,300 years ago. We cannot be sure whether the gaps in time overlap."

Jiang Mo revealed some details of his previous campaign against Taiqing Palace.

Instantly, Zhuge Yu and Chang Qing's expressions changed slightly, and their brows furrowed with anger.

"That must have been a long-standing feud, and we younger generations are unaware of the details."

"But given our current reputation, the enemies lurking in the secret realm will likely target us immediately upon their emergence, leading to a bloody battle. Judging from the battle traces left here, it was at least a fight to the death."

Zhuge Yu analyzed the situation and felt uneasy, as he was wary of this passive position.

"Uncle-Master, then you..."

Changqing was startled, and the question he was about to ask was immediately answered.

"It doesn't matter."

"I have a backup plan; they can't turn the tide."

Jiang Mofeng said calmly, "With the sword at his side, the second true body's combat power is no less than his."

He had dealt with the Taiqing Palace before and knew that those secluded sects were ruthless and decisive in their actions, so he deliberately left his second true body behind to protect the sect.

"Hmph, if we find out exactly what happened back then, none of those bastards will escape!"

Zhuge Yu clenched his fists, filled with resentment.

"The two tasks at hand are: first, to explore the origins of the sect; and second, to find out if any disciples or successors of the ancestral temple are still alive."

Changqing sighed softly, his brows furrowed. Considering all the terrible possibilities, even though they had never met, he couldn't bear to see those fellow disciples from the same sect suffer the same fate. So he guessed:

"If so, where exactly are they imprisoned?"

"Little Zhuge, aren't you good at divination and fortune telling? Now that the world is changing, our power in this world is beginning to shift. Could you try again to look for clues?"

"Hmm... I'll give it a try."

Zhuge Yu was aware of what his senior brother was talking about. He did some quick calculations, frowned slightly, and immediately formed a rough conclusion in his mind. He shook his head bitterly.

"No, the other side seems to have someone skilled in this art who has shielded the secrets of heaven."

"Senior brother, senior uncle, please forgive me for my shame, I cannot deduce the true situation of the other disciples."

"That's enough, there's no need to blame yourself."

A faint smile played at the corners of Jiang Mo's lips, sending chills down his spine.

"So what if we can figure it out? If we're not strong enough, we'll both end up as prisoners anyway."

"In this world, the strong prey on the weak, and might reigns supreme. If we are stronger than them, we can just fight our way through this narrow world one by one. Why should we have to be mindful of their feelings?"

"You're right. The most urgent task is to investigate the anomalies at the site."

Changqing's mood improved slightly. When he thought about how his uncle had recently destroyed a secluded sect and possessed unparalleled cultivation, he breathed a sigh of relief. He figured that as long as those disciples were alive, they would have a chance to rescue them.

"call out!!!"

"call out!!"

As they talked, the group flew through the air, venturing deep into the rugged mountains and forests at a moderate pace, until they gradually came into view of the stone tablet in the distance.

"boom!!!"

One after another, terrifying beasts, each hundreds of meters tall and of indescribable size, hid their true forms in the mist, emitting deafening roars as if asserting their territorial sovereignty. But in the next instant, they were swept away by Jiang Mo's gaze, trembling with fear, cowering on the spot, howling in terror.

moment.

Jiang Mo, Chang Qing, and Zhuge Yu arrived at the ruins of the sect. The magnificent aura that the broken stone tablet once contained had not completely dissipated. The three of them felt a little dazed. Was this the origin of the San Yi Sect?

Seeing it with my own eyes, the heart-wrenching regret and indescribable sorrow crashed over me like waves, completely different from what I saw in the video.

However, when Zhuge Yu looked at the ruins behind the stone tablet, he was immediately terrified.

He saw vengeful spirits floating in mid-air, their clothes tattered and their bodies rotting, emerging one after another from the deathly soil. Their numbers were overwhelming, emanating a dense aura of malevolence, and pairs of fierce eyes were staring intently at him.

"Uncle-Master... the resentment here is as heavy as the deep sea, it's not easy to deal with."

Zhuge Yu's expression was solemn; his Samadhi Fire naturally suppressed these evil spirits.

But he couldn't bring himself to do it. These lingering vengeful spirits, unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation, forcibly remained in the sect's ruins due to their obsessions from their previous lives.

As an outsider, he had no right, nor any reason, to hurt them again.

Chapter 393 Another Peak, A Dialogue Spanning Seventeen Hundred Years

Even though Zhuge Yu, Chang Qing, and Jiang Mo had white hair and clearly exhibited a state of reversed aging, their blood energy was like a furnace.

They ignored the vast horde of ghosts, who were devoid of intelligence and dominated by surging, twisted hatred. Upon seeing any living creature, they swarmed towards it like moths, wanting nothing more than to tear it to pieces.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

A chilling wind howled, accompanied by mournful and desolate wails that came from the depths of the ruins. The vengeful spirits and ghosts in the sky instantly fell into a state of bloodlust and brutality, grinding their fangs, raising their heads and roaring, ferocious and terrifying, with purple veins rising from their pale faces.

"Back off."

Jiang Mo whispered a word of advice, signaling Chang Qing and Zhuge Yu to keep their distance from him.

"Wow!"

His true qi underwent a rapid transformation, changing from a scorching, bright white silver to a pitch-black, viscous aura of resentment and malevolence.

His eyes were cold and sinister, his face was deathly pale and bloodless. His entire being had undergone a complete transformation, and his mere presence instantly quelled the riot of more than two thousand vengeful spirits, leaving them bewildered and helpless.