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

However, this is only a relatively basic application of the true method and cannot be considered the essence. It is equivalent to transforming all the multiple coexisting true qi in the body into one, filling the limbs and bones, and imbuing it with extremely heavy yin qi, making it similar to the qi of those yin spirits, thus avoiding their siege.

The effect was immediate. The previously restless souls, before they had even left the ruins, had their gazes, which had been locked onto their targets, successively landed on Changqing and Zhuge Yu.

"Wow!"

"Wow!!"

With their senior's standard answer as a precedent, the two quickly copied it, beginning to transform the true qi within their bodies, tilting it towards the negative side.

As disciples who have cultivated to the third level of reverse rebirth, the changes of the five elements and yin and yang energies are within their grasp. However, their efficiency in circulating their energy is far inferior to that of Jiang Mo, and it takes them a certain amount of time.

"Walk alongside me."

Jiang Mo stepped forward, simultaneously activating the Tianheng Gu. His heart pounded, and he poured in a large amount of essence blood, activating the repulsive force field to its strongest, covering a radius of half a zhang and encompassing all three-dimensional blind spots, like a colorless barrier that expanded to its extreme, forcibly shaking back all the Yin spirits that attempted to approach.

"These...ghosts are extraordinary."

Zhuge Yu and Chang Qing obediently followed Jiang Mo into the ruins, taking each step cautiously, keeping their eyes and ears open, their nerves taut to an extreme degree.

The number of vengeful spirits encountered along the way was roughly over two thousand.

By observing the residual strength of their souls, Zhuge Yu concluded that those ancient disciples who died in battle were all at the second or even third level of the Reverse Rebirth stage in life, which was quite remarkable.

At its most glorious moment, how profound was the foundation of one's own sect's ancestral temple? A hundred were at the third level, and a thousand were at the second level.

Just as he was lost in thought, a jolt went off in his ear.

"Roar!!"

There were more than a dozen of the most terrifying ghosts, their eyes bloodshot and gleaming with an almost annihilated spirituality.

They seemed to notice the unusual behavior of Jiang Mo and the other two, and rushed over with a whooshing sound, but were bound by an invisible force field. No matter how much they roared and bared their fangs and claws, they could not cross the boundary to harm them.

A pale, withered hand, shaped like a hook, aimed directly at the eyes. The closer it got, the more terrifying the repulsive force became. In the end, the five fingers shattered inch by inch.

Witnessing this scene, Zhuge Yu was immediately horrified and exclaimed:

"Profound... Profound Fate Level 2?!"

He couldn't believe that the vengeful spirit that had attacked him, though old and bald with thinning hair and an unrecognizable appearance, possessed a soul strength that surpassed his own and was even comparable to his senior brother Chengzhen.

What surprised him most was that this was the power that had survived a thousand years of erosion; if it had been in his lifetime, it would have been far greater.

“Unlike other vengeful spirits who are in a daze, they still have a pitiful amount of intelligence left. Are they attacking us on instinct? Perhaps they are the elders of the ancestral court.”

Changqing's face was as heavy as a dull iron plate. In his estimation, these seniors were likely to be experts at the third to fifth level of the Profound Fate Realm.

Even so, they were still defeated by the reclusive sects of Taiqing Palace.

It is conceivable that for a long time to come, they will not be able to avoid their fate and will face the same, and possibly even more serious, crisis, requiring them to risk their lives to fight and battle once again against their nemesis from beyond the world.

"Relax."

"Coming."

Jiang Mo calmed the two people's worries. He looked at the horizon and saw a crimson light, like a volcanic eruption or an abyss appearing, gushing out and slowly gathering into an old figure. That terrifying power had already locked onto the three unfamiliar guests.

"Boom!"

The sky trembled, and crimson lightning rolled in. In less than a few seconds, it suddenly struck down, increasing in number and gradually converging into a crimson waterfall that blotted out the sky and swallowed up the location where Jiang Mo was.

"Zizzizi!!"

The terrifying electric current was deflected by the force field, and the surrounding souls were suddenly drawn by some mysterious power, rushing towards Jiang Mo like madmen, crashing into the colorless barrier at all costs, not caring even if their bodies were shattered.

"You traitors, you have invaded my Xuanzong Sect, destroyed my lineage, and killed my disciples! How dare you return?!"

"Boom!!!"

A towering figure suddenly emerged from the boundless land.

It was an old man covered in blood, with a majestic face, eyes like the sun and moon hanging in the sky, and gray hair flying in the wind. His Dharma image was a thousand meters tall, exuding an unparalleled aura, as if an ancient god had been resurrected.

"So... so strong."

Zhuge Yu felt almost suffocated. The suppression from the same source of cultivation techniques made his heart tremble and his hands and feet stiffen in just a moment of eye contact. Every inch of his flesh and blood seemed to have lost control, and his reversal state was about to collapse and was almost forcibly removed.

Changqing, whose strength was slightly inferior, couldn't withstand the attack. His hair suddenly turned jet black, and a trace of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Cough cough!!"

"Oops!"

Zhuge Yu held out for only a few breaths before following suit, unleashing a storm-like pressure that was beyond the capabilities of even a first-stage Profound Fate cultivator.

Beneath the vast sky, only a young man with disheveled, frosty hair stood still, facing the oppressive force that was comparable to a cataclysmic event and could crush all matter, yet he seemed to be bathed in a gentle breeze.

"Look closely, that's the strength of a fifth-level Profound Fate cultivator."

When he said those words, Jiang Mo's expression was solemn, his gaze piercing through the void, staring directly at the godlike phantom.

Tracing back through the long river of history, he vaguely saw an ancient cultivator whose power was beyond description, perhaps at his peak a being above the sixth level of the Profound Fate Realm.

If it weren't for the weakening effect of a thousand years, Jiang Mo wouldn't have been able to determine the limits of this ancestral elder.

The heavenly might rolled in, and the killing intent was like a ten-thousand-foot tsunami. Undeterred by the danger, he admonished his two disciples behind him:

"From now on, you two should cultivate diligently, making the most of every moment. Perhaps in the future you will also have the opportunity to reach such heights."

"Yes, disciple understands!"

"Uncle-Master, be careful!"

Changqing and Zhuge Yu shouted anxiously at the same time. The old man from the ancestral court had slowly raised his hand, gathering the power of heaven and earth around him, intending to kill Jiang Mo with a single palm strike, just like he had destroyed the Class A mech.

"I never expected there would be a thief like you. You have some skill, stealing our sect's techniques and cultivating to this level. Even if you perish here, you can still be proud."

"Boom!"

The elder from the ancestral court, his voice echoing through the void, had thousands of crimson lightning bolts swirling around his five fingers. Once he had gathered his strength, he unleashed a domineering palm strike.

"boom!"

A wave of overwhelming darkness instantly enveloped the dome, and Jiang Mo also released his majestic Dharma image.

With the sky above him and the earth beneath his feet, he exuded a sinister aura. He raised his hand to meet the attack, and a dazzling explosion occurred in the void. Endless crimson lightning was annihilated, replaced by boundless black energy, spewing forth a cold and brutal power as vast as the ocean, easily dismantling the old man's killing move.

"Nine...Nine Fiends Yin Earth?!"

"Level 6 of the Profound Fate Realm!!"

"who are you?!"

The ancestral elder, whose spirit still lingered, suddenly narrowed his eyes, utterly horrified by this abrupt scene.

His eyes were cold, and he shouted angrily, his emotions slightly flustered and panicked.

No one understood this cultivation path better than him. It involved refining the body with the Five Qi and reaching the sixth level of the Profound Life Realm. Its terrifying nature far exceeded his control, making it even more terrifying than the sect leaders of those great sects.

The sect he once protected was indeed destroyed, with almost no members surviving. The sect's techniques fell into the hands of the forces that joined forces to besiege it. This junior of unknown origin in front of him is most likely from their camp.

The faded memories of the past resurfaced before his eyes, causing the old man's heart to bleed. Hatred filled his eyes, and he was like a wild beast on the verge of losing control.

However, the answer Jiang Mo gave the next moment completely shattered his conjecture.

"In the mortal realm, the 42nd generation leader of the Trinity Sect, Jiang Mo."

"Wha...what?"

"Does the Trinity Sect still exist in the mortal realm?"

"No! You're lying to me! It can't be!!"

The old man was delirious and incoherent, staring warily at the figure before him. The overwhelming, domineering power that seemed to rule the heavens and the earth was so dazzling, like a star, that it left him mesmerized for a long time.

"I have no reason to lie to you."

“I arrived here after I had razed Taiqing Palace to the ground,” Jiang Mo said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura changed again. The cold black mist surrounding him faded away, revealing pure, fiery silver true qi. A divine halo forged from ancient Dao true fire hung behind him, and many sacred golden patterns appeared on his body. An ancient crimson gold mark stood upright between his brows.

The ancestral elder, hundreds of meters away, let out a mournful wail and retreated repeatedly. The scorching golden flames suppressed him most cruelly; he didn't even dare to get close, and his soul showed signs of melting.

However, he could no longer care about his injuries, and only asked urgently:

"Daytime Sun Purification Fire! Ten Thousandfold Refined Black Gold!!"

"Young man, just how many kinds of Five Qi Extremes have you found?"

"Done."

Jiang Mo responded by raising his palm and manipulating his true qi to reenact the destruction of Taiqing Palace.

"You...you! Who are you?!"

"I...I can't tell! I really can't tell!!"

The old man from the ancestral temple burst into tears, then suddenly seemed to go mad, as if in extreme pain.

He dared not approach Jiang Mo, trembling with fear. The deep-seated grief in his memory was fully awakened, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the scene presented in the void, choking back sobs.

"Sanyi Gate, Jiang Mo."

That towering, godlike figure reiterated once more.

Chapter 394 The Truth Behind the Demise of Trinity, The Strongest Cult Leader in History

After a long while, once the elder of the ancestral court had witnessed the complete destruction of the Taiqing Palace and recognized the familiar spirits and the spirit image of the Taiqing True Lord, his emotions stabilized somewhat. He glanced at Jiang Mo with a complex expression and said:

"Which branch of the lineage are you from?"

"Do you know the name of your ancestor? Tell me about it so I can verify it. In the past, my three thousand disciples were attacked by the leaders of the six sects and all of them died in battle. Perhaps some of them managed to escape."

"The patriarch Xu Jiahuai, whose Taoist name was Junche, was a person from 1,300 years ago."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the elder of the ancestral court fell silent. He searched every corner of his memory but could not find the identity of this disciple. Thirteen hundred years seemed to be branded into his soul.

"Hmph... thirteen hundred years...that's a long time..."

A forlorn voice echoed in the void. Overwhelmed by the scene, the old man's eyes welled with tears, and his lips trembled as he murmured:

"I...only remember 1782..."

"Several hundred years have passed, how could your ancestor be my disciple?"

"No, he wasn't."

Jiang Mo readily admitted this, and then immediately informed the sect that they had always only possessed the Reverse Life Technique, lacking the true method.

"...Then how did you learn it?"

The old man was puzzled. His vigilance towards Jiang Mo had decreased considerably. To him, whether he liked it or not, the other party's strength was far superior to his own. If he were truly the leader or elder of one of the six sects, killing him, seizing the secret realm, and refining his memories would be a piece of cake.

"It's quite a coincidence that back then, when I was at the second level of perfection, I was traveling around the world looking for an opportunity to break through. I suddenly had a whimsical idea and went to the Ice Plains, hoping to break through in the extreme cold environment. Later, I came across a deserted temple and saw the remains of a senior. I obtained the cultivation method he left behind. After years of tempering, I have achieved what I have today."

The scene that Jiang Mo held in his palm changed again, reconstructing the scene of the desolate temple in the icy plains. There was a stone tombstone outside the temple, and on the ruins inside the temple, there was a martial arts manual carved with bloodstains.

"!!!"

The old man from the ancestral temple seemed to have been stimulated by something, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. He was very familiar with the handwriting, but he couldn't remember the disciple's name at all.

"I...I must have seen him before!"

The distant memories were gradually restored, revealing the whole picture. The old man mumbled incoherently, and after thinking for a while, he finally made a nearly certain guess.

"This is our sect's true disciple—Yu Lin."

"The one who cultivated the fastest and had the most stable foundation back then... Yu Lin, is that him...? So it was you who inherited his legacy..."

“I do not know your real name, but I have indeed benefited from your kindness. What I see and hear now is truly moving. If it were not for the teachings left by our sages, I would not be able to revive our sect.”

Jiang Mo bowed politely with both hands clasped.

"No..."

“Junior, everything is predestined. I never imagined that you and I would have such a connection.”

"Over seventeen hundred years have passed, a long and arduous journey, but not a period of aimless waiting. Finally, I have met you... This old man is overjoyed."

The old man from the ancestral temple seemed relieved, a glimmer of light appearing on his gloomy face. He spoke in a consultative tone:

"My physical body died many years ago. Only this remaining soul has managed to stay in the mortal world. Protected by the secret realm, it has not dissipated, but it cannot leave this place. I have a request, and I hope you will grant it."

"You say."