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

After careful consideration, Jiang Mo clarified the relationship between the sect and this site, and felt great respect for the elder before him.

"Inherit my lineage, reopen the sect, and restore life to this world."

"If I have the chance, I'll go and rescue those missing children again."

"They may be imprisoned in the hands of the Six Sects. As the sect leader, I am ashamed that I am unable to rescue them."

"Okay, I would have done that even if I had never met you."

Jiang Mo granted the old man's request, but he still had some questions and pondered for a moment before saying:

"Senior, please forgive my impertinence, but may I ask which six sects are referred to, and what exactly was the crisis you encountered here back then?"

"Six sects... Alas, what a misfortune for our family. If it weren't for the traitor who took advantage of the situation, things would never have turned out this way."

Jiang Mo's words stirred up the old man's past. With a look of nostalgia in his eyes, he recounted a little-known history.

“Our sect was founded 2,900 years ago. Our ancestor, Bai Wu, was the one who transmitted the Dharma. He is the origin of everything.”

“Unlike the reverse life techniques we painstakingly practice, he was born with a perfect reverse life state. The method he created is the ‘Three Ones True Scripture,’ and to withstand the power of the ‘method,’ one needs a sufficiently strong body to support it.”

"We, his descendants, do not possess the miraculous physique of our master. Fortunately, he took pity on us and created a method called 'Reverse Rebirth Triple', which we continuously practice to approach and imitate his physique."

"Our grandmaster lived to be four hundred years old, but stopped at the fourth level of the Profound Fate Realm. Although he was the origin and explored the path for us, he also made a mistake. He could not withstand the aging of his soul and passed away first."

"Later, the successive sect leaders, inheriting the valuable experience left by their ancestors, took cautious steps and finally lived up to the expectations of their predecessors, reaching the fifth level of the Profound Fate Realm. However, they still could not break the shackles of their souls and passed away one after another."

"As for me, the sixth generation of the Three Ones Sect Master, I gathered the experience of my predecessors and broke through to the sixth level of the Profound Fate in one fell swoop. I also found the Bitter Sea Heavy Water, the Ten Thousand Tempered Black Gold, and the Nine Fiend Yin Soil to fuse with my physical body in order to reach an even higher realm."

"Alas... prosperity must eventually decline. The whole transformation began with my seclusion 1,900 years ago."

Changqing and Zhuge Yu listened intently, completely unaware that the surrounding spirits had begun to move away from them.

Jiang Mo never expected that the old man he encountered would be the strongest sect leader in the history of the Sanyi Sect!

Moreover, the patriarch mentioned by this senior possessed a perfect reverse-life state from birth, which surprised him greatly. It turned out that the reverse-life they had painstakingly practiced was just a replica of the patriarch's physique.

"In the past, I had seven disciples and thirty-two grand-disciples. The problem was that one of my disciples colluded with an outer sect, secretly informed the six sects that I was in seclusion, and stole the sect leader's token to open the entrance to the secret realm and remove the protective array. The bandits launched a surprise attack and almost slaughtered all my disciples..."

As the old man recounted this nightmarish memory, his voice became hoarse, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"At that time, I was breaking through to the 7th level of the Profound Fate Realm. I had one foot in the door, but I was startled and almost fell into demonic possession."

"After emerging from seclusion, I saw the sect engulfed in flames and rivers of blood. I was furious and fought with the six sect leaders and elders, but I was powerless to turn the tide. I only managed to kill a few powerful enemies and force them to retreat, but I was utterly defeated and failed to protect anything."

"Six disciples, nine elders, and three thousand followers all perished."

"I blamed myself, wept, and believed that the root of everything was my poor judgment of people, which ruined the legacy passed down through generations; from then on, I was plagued by inner demons, my cultivation level plummeted, from near-7th rank back to 6th rank, and the three Qi essences within my body also showed signs of differentiation due to my unstable state..."

With tears welling in the old man's eyes, he recalled the past vividly, knowing he could never forget that day of hell.

"The Six Sects are Taiqing Palace, Bixuan Temple, Jiuchong Mountain, Taxu Hall, Jile Mansion, and Zaohua Gate."

"I sensed that my power was waning and that there was no hope of restoring my sect. So I decided to fight to the death. From the Blissful Palace to the Ninefold Mountain and then to the Taiqing Palace, I broke through three secret realms in one go, killing many disciples and elders. But I was unable to destroy their protective mountain formations. In the end, I was severely injured, my heart was like withered wood, and I perished in this secret realm... My soul, due to my obsession, has transformed into its current form."

Jiang Mo asked in confusion, "Senior, do the Six Sects have any grudges against you? Why are they attacking your sect?"

"Occasional frictions are nothing to do with deep-seated hatred. Ultimately, it's about people having to eat each other to survive."

The old man from Zuting sighed, whether out of regret or relief, it was unclear.

"Their secret realm is nearly depleted. There are only two ways to prolong their blessed land: either plunder the spiritual energy of mortals through magic arrays and spiritual treasures, or attack other secret realms."

"At that time, the mortal realm was severely impoverished by the absorption of spiritual energy by dozens of secret realms, and was once on the verge of collapse. It would take hundreds of years for spiritual energy to be regenerated, and some people in the six sects could not wait that long, so... we became their prey."

"There is some controversy about this. If it were the day our sect was depleted, I might have done the same. But what really angered me was that at that time, almost all the secret realms shared a consensus: to join forces to expand outwards and annex secret realms overseas and to conquer more expansive territories."

"To survive, we have no choice. Humans are the most cunning and selfish creatures in the world, especially those of us who stand at the top of the species."

"But they broke the agreement and attacked our sacred ground without authorization, which will inevitably bring disaster. The other twenty-odd secret realms will also fall into slaughter and infighting because of their actions. When they are locked on by the secret realms overseas, they will also suffer calamity."

"However, this is only a possible trend. I died in battle in less than ten days and was then trapped in the secret realm for more than 1,700 years. I have no way of knowing many things in history. I cannot be sure whether the six sects still exist or have moved."

The old man sighed with regret. Once upon a time, he was the head of a sect, his cultivation ranking among the strongest in the world. He was incredibly powerful and his sect reached its zenith, but it collapsed overnight. Even after more than 1,700 years, the contrast still brought a bitter taste and a pang of pain to his heart.

"Is that so... then the continuation of the secret realm requires the absorption of spiritual energy from the mortal world in order to exist?"

Jiang Mo asked the question that had been bothering him. His knowledge in this area was almost nonexistent; even though he had read ancient books, there were very few records.

"Yes, and also wrong."

The old man from the ancestral temple shook his head, correcting his statement:

"Secret realms are part of the world, like branches of a river. It's normal for some spiritual energy to flow into them."

"But the people in the secret realm, through their methods, forcibly alter the amount of plunder, which is going against the will of Heaven. They sacrificed the mortal world to isolate themselves from the world and enjoy eternal prosperity."

"If the secret realm is depleted, theoretically the best way is for the people in the secret realm to stop taking from it and give the secret realm some time to recover."

Under Jiang Mo's enlightened gaze, the ancestral elder spoke again:

"Young friend, do you know how many years my Three Ones Secret Realm has left?"

"This junior is unaware, and humbly requests guidance from the senior." Jiang Mo said with a devout expression.

"One thousand two hundred years."

"The previous sect leaders were not inferior to me, but they were unwilling to sacrifice the interests of their descendants and the lifespan of the secret realm in exchange for a transformation in their cultivation, given the uncertainty of whether they could break the shackles on their souls."

"In my generation, we gathered the best skills of our predecessors, hoping to reach unprecedented heights, but alas, it all turned out to be just a dream. Alas..."

Chapter 395 Passing on the Jade Robe, Taking Up the Heavy Sword, From This Day On, I Am the New Sect Leader!

The majestic soul body, like a decaying mountain, gradually developed cracks. The resentment and anger accumulated in the ancestral temple elder's body, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, continuously transformed into grayish-brown Qi mist and dissipated. His breathing became much easier.

"Twelve hundred years is a long time, during which families changed and dynasties rose and fell."

"I admire the vision and courage of you seniors," Jiang Mo said with emotion.

None of the sect's successive leaders ever took the final step; they were merely paving the way for future generations.

To have done this, compared to the ancient ancestors of Luowuyuan and the first king of Nasen, shows that you all remain as devoted as ever, never treating your disciples as pawns to be discarded at will, but instead willingly becoming candles to light the way for the quest of the Dao in the dark.

Perhaps sensing that time was running out, the elder of the ancestral temple once again gave important instructions.

"Back then, the sect leader's token could freely control the opening and closing of the secret realm's entrances and exits. I was afraid they would make a comeback, so I simply destroyed it and gave up the position of the secret realm's master, which led to the decline of this world."

"Now, young friend, if you wish to inherit the throne, you must re-examine this secret realm, perform the great feat of creating the world, and mobilize the billions of spiritual energies buried underground to revitalize it."

Jiang Mo nodded understandingly, then asked, "Senior, didn't you find that traitor back then?"

"No... that beast inherited my true skills and was quite capable. After his large army's attack failed, he fled immediately and his whereabouts are unknown. He should be hiding in some sect. It's just a pity that I couldn't dig him out back then and tear him to pieces."

The old man from the ancestral temple said with a hint of regret that with his cultivation level in his lifetime, even as a sixth-level Xuanming cultivator who had fallen into demonic possession, killing a fourth-level Xuanming disciple would have been a piece of cake. However, fate played a cruel trick on him, and he did not have such an opportunity.

"Seventeen hundred years have passed. He may have turned to dust, or he may still be barely clinging to life. If we meet again someday, I implore you, young friend, to help this old man collect this debt."

"Very well, this junior will do his utmost."

Jiang Mo agreed without hesitation. He would eventually take on the six sects one by one, regardless of whether that old ghost was still alive or not, he would wipe them all out.

"Wonderful! How wonderful! Heaven and earth have finally rewarded my lineage."

The old man looked up and sighed, letting out a series of sorrowful, bitter laughs.

After a few breaths, his laughter subsided, and his gaze fell upon Jiang Mo, scrutinizing him intently. He paused for a moment, recalling details from the depths of his memory, just as his master had solemnly passed the leadership of the sect to him. He then asked:

"Jiang Mo, junior, are you willing to succeed me as the seventh leader of my Sanyi Sect? In this way, we can merge the two sects within and outside the realm, restore our past glory, and create a better future?"

"Disciple agrees!" Jiang Mo replied firmly.

"Alright, from this day forward, I appoint you as the new leader. Trinity... is now in your hands."

The old man revealed a relieved smile, having shed the burden of thousands of years. He waved his hand and the crater deep in the ruins cracked open with a dazzling burst of light. It was vast and mighty, expanding in an instant to blot out the sky and the sun. It was a white Taoist robe with gold patterns like flowing jade, sacred and flawless.

"This is the unique Frost Jade Immortal Robe of the Three Ones Sect Master. My original robe was destroyed in the great war, and this one was woven by the nine elders of the sect using many spiritual treasures from heaven and earth, following the ancient method of the second generation patriarch, for the next sect master. It contains twelve supernatural powers, which can help you be unrestrained in the mortal world and manifest miracles."

When Jiang Mo's Dharma form donned that frost-white Daoist robe, his figure and appearance became blurred in an instant between heaven and earth.

Even Zhuge Yu and Chang Qing, who were right next to him, could no longer see their uncle's true face. They felt that the figure standing on the earth had completely transformed into an immortal. The ethereal and ancient aura was unsurpassable and unsimulable, as if it were unique in this world.

As the wearer, Jiang Mo could clearly feel that his cultivation and strength had been amplified by several times, soaring to an unprecedented level, and he could even vaguely see the bottleneck of the seventh level of Xuanming.

More importantly, this Taoist robe is not only worn on the body, but also seems to be firmly locked to the soul, resisting all external attacks, with infinite wonders.

"It's...very similar!"

"Back then, I was just as full of vigor and ambition."

The old man from the ancestral temple looked at Jiang Mo with satisfaction, feeling pleased and expressing his approval.

"There is one more thing I will give you. If you ever attack the Six Sects, you will not be able to do it without a suitable weapon. The difference between a single weapon is like the difference between a rank. What they have, you must also have."

After saying this, the elder of the ancestral temple formed a hand seal and chanted an ancient inscription that resonated throughout the entire secret realm, as if summoning a weapon.

The earth trembled violently, splitting open a deep abyss, while the fluctuations generated by his mental consciousness echoed in the void, transmitting his voice into the brains of Jiang Mo, Chang Qing, and Zhuge Yu.

"The natal magical artifacts of each successive sect leader were buried with them after their passing, but mine were not..."

"Sword, come—!"

With a deafening roar that echoed through the heavens, blood-red light shone brightly from within the abyss, and the roar of a dragon suddenly resounded endlessly.

With a single hand, the ancestral elder summoned a heavy sword a hundred feet tall from the ground. It was entirely black and covered in dust. Although it had no sharp edge, the killing intent it released roared between heaven and earth like a raging sea. Its terrifying weight caused the entire vast land to sink.

"That...that's your sword, senior?!"

Zhuge Yu was stunned. This was the first time he had ever seen such a huge weapon. It was hundreds of meters long and its weight was unknown. When it was swept out, it was like swinging a mountain range to smash someone. Could there really be a monster with flesh and blood in this world that could withstand it?

"Incredible! So magnificent, it's a miracle."

Changqing was trembling with shock. Only today, having come to the ancestral temple ruins, did he realize how narrow-minded he had been, like a frog at the bottom of a well.

"Good sword."

Upon first sight, Jiang Mo instinctively marveled at the power displayed by the heavy sword, which was infinitely close to his imagination.

"Wuliangjun, my natal sword, cannot be mastered by anyone below the sixth level of the Profound Fate Realm. It can change at will and is as heavy as three thousand-meter mountains."

"The year after the sword was completed, a dragon ravaged the East Sea, causing widespread death and destruction. I killed it with a single sword strike. Bathed in the dragon's blood, it became even more resilient, its strength several times that of my physical body."

When the origin of the greatsword was being explained, the old man's spirit reached out, gripped the hilt, and emitted wisps of blue light.

The next instant, a torrent of Qi cascaded down and flowed through the sword, bathing and cleansing it, and also erasing all the marks left by the forging process.

"Young man, I bestow this upon you, hoping that you will... overcome all obstacles and forge ahead with determination."

"Yes, I will certainly not dare to disappoint your high expectations."

Jiang Mo knelt on one knee, holding the sword in both hands, thus completing the succession ceremony for the sect leader.

The old man's soul became increasingly thin, his obsession was fulfilled, and he gradually began to disintegrate.

"The sect was completely looted, and there are not many treasures left, but there are still some, which are sealed underground. Now that you are the sect leader, you are qualified to use them."

"The path I took was wrong; I mustn't repeat it..."

The old man sighed heavily, his aged hand stroking Jiang Mo's head as he earnestly gave him advice, as if he had endless things to say. He seemed both worried that Jiang Mo would repeat the tragedy and reassured by his choice, a contradiction that was striking.

"Finally, my memories contain the methods of refining in secret realms, as well as insights gained from cultivation. Consider this my third gift to you. As for the people in the sect, I'll trouble you to help them attain liberation."

Before Jiang Mo could respond, the words were spoken.

He tilted his head slightly and saw the old man's arm vanish rapidly, his whole body becoming as if transparent. His power disappeared in an instant, leaving behind a pale blue light of memory that surged into his brow, revealing everything from the past.

The strongest leader of the Three Ones Sect in history—the Venerable Mingyao, entered the third level at the age of twenty-seven and reached the second level of Xuanming at the age of forty. His talent was unparalleled in his time. In the distant past, in the era when dozens of secret realms rose up, he was one of the most undisputed geniuses.

At sixty, he reached the third level of the Profound Fate Realm and succeeded as an elder. At one hundred, he reached the fifth level of the Profound Fate Realm and became the sect leader.

At the age of two hundred, under his leadership, the Sanyi Sect reached its zenith. All seven disciples were at the fourth level of the Profound Fate Realm, and more than half of the nine elders were at the fifth level. He himself was ambitious and aimed to reach the seventh level of the Profound Fate Realm. If he succeeded, he would be the strongest in that era, but an unexpected event occurred.

Seventeen hundred years ago, in the battle to protect his sect, despite being at a disadvantage due to interference from his inner demons, he single-handedly faced the leaders of the six sects and more than a dozen elders.

With supernatural powers and a heavy sword, he blasted the leaders of the Paradise Palace, the Creation Sect, and the Ninefold Mountain, forcing a group of enemies to flee. Afterwards, he even stormed into three secret realms, confronted the great formations of various sects, and caused the heavens and earth to collapse, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, leaving an indelible shadow on the Taiqing Palace, the Paradise Palace, and the Ninefold Mountain.

After that, his physical body shattered, but his soul remained, guarding the sect's ruins for 1,700 years.

Even after losing control of the secret realm, he still intimidated the entire Nine Provinces. The powerful figures from the Six Sects and other secret realms were never sure whether their leader had perished, and never dared to cross the line and return to the Three Ones Secret Realm to explore.

......

Several hours later, Jiang Mo, having finished reading the old man's memories, experienced the old man's life from an immersive perspective, learning about many past events, obtaining the positions of the Six Sects, and gaining advance knowledge of their killing moves and methods.

"Whoosh..."

As the Dharma of Heaven and Earth dissipated, Jiang Mo placed the heavy sword into the Heavenly Kingdom. Gazing at the sect in the Death Ruins, a sense of desolation welled up from the bottom of his heart.