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

Several elderly elders remained silent, lost in thought, repeatedly simulating and rehearsing their speculations about that battle in their minds.

As night fell, more and more believers and onlookers gathered around, and the news could no longer be suppressed. It spread like wildfire throughout the land and overseas countries.

#The Return of the Demon Lord of the Three Ones

#Provoking the Flying Immortal Cult

#The real culprit behind the fall of the Nine Kings

#The ultimate battle between two of the strongest in the world

Various topics surged like waves to the top of the internet's trending searches, sparking heated discussions and nearly causing some websites' servers to crash.

In this era, the Flying Immortal Sect has captured the hearts and minds of over 99% of the people.

Hundreds of millions of people cultivated the "Spiritual Revelation Scripture, Volume 1" it taught, thus opening the door to cultivation. They were also protected by the Flying Immortal Sect Master and received the grace of salvation, so they all sided with the Flying Immortal Sect.

The support rate for the Sanyi faction was less than half a percentage point.

Most martial artists and awakened individuals are complaining that, given the invasion of extraordinary creatures across the Nine Provinces, and the need for unity and cooperation, why is Jiang Mo so determined to break with the Flying Immortal Sect and start a war?

If both sides suffer heavy losses, it's unknown how many cities will be affected.

Especially if the Flying Immortal Sect Master were to perish, and no one else were willing to assist the Nine Departments and the Security Council in suppressing the Demon King, the Nine Provinces would be trampled by the giant beasts, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation.

Hoping for the Demon Lord?

It's even more impossible. Judging from his alliance with the Demon King, he probably never cared about how chaotic the human world was. From beginning to end, he was just concerned about protecting his own territory.

Compared to the life and death of the two leaders, those who participated in the condemnation and made comments were actually more concerned about their own lives and interests, and whether they had been harmed.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and Kyoto gradually returned to calm. No disaster struck, and there was no concrete result regarding the outcome of the contest between the two leaders.

Even the elders within the Flying Immortal Sect had no way of knowing; they only knew that the sect leader had returned to the secret realm! The situation might not be as optimistic as they imagined.

At the same time, global powers have reached an unprecedented level in their assessment of Jiang Mo's strength.

Judging from the battlefield ruins in the Pacific Ocean on the morning of the 27th, and the intelligence gathered privately by elites from various countries, it is currently confirmed that six demon kings and four sect leaders died in battle.

This record alone is enough to place him above all the strong!

Even martial artists at the so-called Sovereign Realm are no match for him.

......

Within the Flying Immortal Secret Realm lies a mysterious and vast place, with towering peaks and ethereal clouds.

The ragged cult leader, dragging his heavily injured body, returned to the sect's forbidden area.

He was disheveled, covered in blood, and looked remorseful. He knelt stiffly before a dusty stone gate, whispering self-reproach:

"This disciple is incompetent and has suffered a crushing defeat. The sect is now in danger of collapse. I beg you to have pity on us, the younger generation, and lend us a helping hand..."

Even though there was no response from inside the stone gate, the Flying Immortal Sect Leader still recounted the whole story in detail.

"Master...?"

He knelt there blankly, receiving no reply for a long time, feeling somewhat apprehensive and unable to accept the terrible possibility.

The old man had been in seclusion for more than ten years, and his fate was unknown. Moreover, he had added to the trouble at a critical moment, bringing a great enemy to the sect. At this moment, he was overwhelmed with regret, his eyes reddened, and crystal tears dripped to the ground.

The Flying Immortal Sect Leader remained silent and wept for over two hours, kneeling on the ground, his mind in anguish, unable to find a way out of the predicament.

After a long while, a sigh came from inside the door, an old and kind voice echoing in my ears.

“Foolish child... that person is the Lord of the Realm. You are destined to be no match for him. Only the Lord of the Realm can deal with him.”

"Master?! Master!? You're still here!!!"

The sudden conversation, a complete reversal of fortunes, instantly lessened the grief of the Flying Immortal Sect Leader. Still shaken, he choked back tears and recounted:

"That's wonderful... Waaah... Disciple... Disciple thought you had passed away..."

"Oh? You little rascal, you underestimate your master..."

The sound that pierced through the stone gate carried a hint of mockery.

"You don't need to be discouraged. You've had it too easy all the way. You haven't experienced the tempering of despair. Jade is not made into a gem without being carved. This experience can be considered a lesson learned."

"Besides... losing to him isn't shameful."

"That might be the reincarnation of the last old ghost of the Trinity. Whether it's experience or cultivation, he's far superior to you. When my master was alive, he was just his junior. Even the sages of his time couldn't suppress his brilliance."

"Master, you mean... he is Venerable Mingyao?!" The Flying Immortal Sect Leader exclaimed in disbelief.

"It's just a possibility. I haven't met him, so I wouldn't dare to make a definitive conclusion. Perhaps he's the successor. However, his appearance is a good thing for you."

The old man's voice was tinged with envy. As an old monster who had cultivated for four or five hundred years, he was indifferent to so-called grudges. Even when he heard that his disciple had been beaten twice and that the other party wanted to destroy the sect, he was not angry and remained calm.

First, he has absolute confidence in his strength. As the Lord of the Realm, as long as he lives, no one can shake him in this world. Second, there is no need for war. It is neither worthwhile nor necessary to start a war.

"Master, do you mean...?"

The Flying Immortal Sect Leader was somewhat bewildered. He was almost driven to the brink of inner demons by the beating. His arm was like a leek, broken again and again. He had twice brushed with death. How could this be a good thing?

"Foolish child, it must be because I failed to discipline you properly, spoiled you too much, and your disciples flattered you, which has led to your outwardly gentle but inwardly arrogant personality."

"Sigh... Do you think that for someone as undefeated as you to be defeated by that Xuanzun is a great disgrace, a stain on your life?"

"...This disciple dares not deceive Master. I did have feelings of resentment, but I have always suppressed and erased those inappropriate thoughts."

The Flying Immortal Sect Leader lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly.

"When you see someone virtuous, think of emulating them; when you see someone not virtuous, reflect on your own shortcomings."

"Back in the day, didn't I also fail? What's the point of failing once, twice, ten times, or a hundred times?"

"In the end, my former friends and enemies have all turned to dust. Only I have come this far, so far that no one is there to accompany me. The whole world is silent."

The old man inside the gate, sharing stories of the past with his disciple, suddenly felt a pang of loneliness and said with a touch of helplessness:

"Xuan Zun is stronger and more composed than you, yet you fear his radiance? Ridiculous... utterly absurd..."

"You were wrong from the very beginning. You were too eager for quick success. Did you want to harvest all the faith, forge it into one, break through the bottleneck, and gain my approval?"

"But then Xuanzun appeared. In an era without you and without us, he gained the respect of all living beings. You subconsciously regarded him as the greatest threat, and you were even unwilling to look at him or acknowledge him."

"You are afraid, afraid that he will take away everything in the mortal world that you can seize but that does not belong to you."

The old man's words were like a sharp blade, dissecting the festering sore in the heart of the Flying Immortal Sect, releasing the pus from his masterpieces of 'jealousy,' 'resentment,' and 'anger.'

"You should be glad that you've met someone who is reasonable. What you did in the mortal world was a matter of moral conflict."

“If your cultivation is insufficient, you will die. The fact that you have survived until now and still retain your self-respect, preventing you from suffering a complete defeat in front of the whole world, is already a great act of tolerance on his part and a message to your master.”

"This disciple was reckless and has already realized his mistake. I humbly request Master's guidance on how to overcome the sect's difficulties."

The Flying Immortal Sect Leader was undecided. The Boundary-Breaking Shuttle was too important for him to release, especially since it was still in the hands of the old man. However, Jiang Mo had specifically requested the item, otherwise war would break out. Now he was caught in a dilemma and was even prepared to withdraw from the mortal dojo.

"If he wants it, just give it to him."

As the words fell, the sealed stone door slowly opened, shaking off the dust and releasing a putrid smell. Inside, it was pitch black and devoid of any life.

Only a pale blue light flew out swiftly and landed in the hand of the Flying Immortal Sect Master. It was a crystal-clear, columnar magic weapon engraved with countless patterns.

"Rumble...."

Then, the stone gate closed tightly again. The Flying Immortal Sect Leader looked anxiously, but could not see his master's figure, and was inevitably somewhat disappointed.

Soon, his consciousness was pulled back by the harsh reality, and he seemed somewhat hesitant.

"Master, if we give it to him, our safety will be completely jeopardized!"

"It's just a useless shuttle; it can't even determine the overall situation."

"With me here, no one can stir up any trouble."

The old man said nonchalantly that he should have exhausted his lifespan, but he still managed to take a difficult step forward. His cultivation had reached an extremely terrifying level, and he was not afraid even when facing the illustrious Venerable Mingyao, who had amazed an entire era.

It is an undeniable fact that the sages and teachers were not as good as that person, but that only applies to them; it does not include him.

"Go and apologize properly. Send back the things you found in the lairs of those demon kings. If it's not enough, draw from the sect's treasury. Also, please tell him that I'm very interested in him and hope we can have a discussion sometime."

The old man smiled faintly. What was a catastrophe for the Flying Immortal Sect Leader was, in his eyes, nothing more than ripples on a lake.

"In a few decades, a hundred years, or several hundred years, everything that happens today will be insignificant to you then."

"Your talent surpasses even mine, and you may go even further than me in the future. Having a Xuanzun always standing ahead of you is not a bad thing. When you reach a high level in your cultivation, you will realize that it is a blessing, rather than just competing for superiority. In the end, everything will be in vain, and no one will walk with you anymore..."

The old man's earnest advice seemed to be understood only by the Flying Immortal Sect Leader, who bowed his head again and responded with tears in his eyes.

"Master, I have learned your teachings and will be careful in my words and deeds, and will not harbor any competitive thoughts!"

"I grant you a hundred years; grow well, you foolish child..."

"Before the sky falls, your teacher will hold it up for you. After a hundred years, it will be your turn to take care of everyone in your teacher's place."

In a daze, the Flying Immortal Sect Leader seemed to see the phantom of an old man smiling slightly at him.

Thinking that his master not only did not pursue any wrongdoing, but also had boundless expectations for him, he could no longer hold back his emotions. Tears streamed down his face like a flood, and he was as sad as a lost child wandering in the night rain.

When his crying subsided, the stone gate fell silent again, as if it had never been opened.

Only the Broken Boundary Shuttle in his hand still retained some warmth, proving that the old man had once been revived.

Chapter 431 People Enslaved by Lies, the Imprint of Thought

September 30, night.

Inside the Qingxin Hall of the Sanyi Sect, stood a group of leaders and elders from the five major sects. As agreed, within three days, they had offered up all the cultivation resources for atonement.

Compared to ordinary storage pouches and Qiankun bags, the storage artifacts of various sects are far more exquisite and mysterious, ranging from rings and silk to flawless jade bowls reflecting the moonlight.

At this moment, Jiang Mo opened each item one by one, inspecting the scriptures, magical artifacts, pills, talismans, and rare treasures inside. The whole process was not rushed at all, and even somewhat slow. From beginning to end, his expression remained calm.

The leaders and elders of the five major sects looked somber and their hearts were heavy.

The price they paid this time severely damaged their sect's vitality. Even if they were to establish themselves in the mortal world and seek out naturally occurring spiritual treasures, it might take them more than ten years to recover.

Time passed slowly. Two hours later, Jiang Mo had reviewed all the resources. Among them, the Breaking Boundary Shuttle, which touched his heart the most, only had two, one from the Abbot's Academy and the other from Yaochi Sound Palace.

Unfortunately, the artifact was highly damaged, its entire body was yellowish-brown, it was a prismatic crystal artifact, and it had internal cracks, on the verge of disintegration.

Jiang Mo had refined the memories of his predecessors and knew that the two Boundary-Breaking Shuttles had been used many times over the centuries, which was why they looked like this. A perfect Boundary-Breaking Shuttle should be light blue, followed by dark red, and the worst should be yellowish-brown.

As the boundary wall is breached time and again, the durability of the boundary-breaking shuttle will decrease rapidly.

Even holding these two in front of him, Jiang Mo felt a bit uncertain.

The Supreme Being's last attack on Nine Heavens Mountain used a Boundary-Breaking Shuttle, which was still deep red, yet it showed signs of shattering.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo's expectations for the two Boundary-Breaking Shuttles were somewhat dashed. He didn't even know if they could be used together to break through a secret realm.

"Alright, those from Yaochi, stay."

"I won't see the rest of you off. Take care."

Jiang Mo casually waved his hand, and the leaders and elders of the major sects breathed a sigh of relief, quickened their pace, and left as fast as they could, not wanting to stay in the oppressive hall for even a moment longer.

Only the people from Kunlun Mountain seemed to have other matters to attend to and remained where they were.

"Hmm, what's wrong, sir?"

"Reporting to Venerable Master, I have been entrusted by my disciples to convey a matter to you," Ke Yue said calmly.

"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it."

Jiang Mo responded calmly. He seemed to have sensed something at this moment, and he raised his head slightly, gazing at the night sky outside the hall. A slight smile appeared on his lips, but he did not directly expose the person who had hidden his tracks.

His expression, however, was misinterpreted by Ke Yue as one of great interest, so the old man cut to the chase:

"The people of the Blissful Palace wish to sue for peace with you. The Daoist partner of one of my disciples is the previous Holy Maiden of the Blissful Palace. The two of them have cultivated some kind of forbidden technique, which allows them to transmit their thoughts across the boundary of the secret realm..."

"They know everything that has happened outside, and they know they are no match for Xuanzun. They intend to avoid meaningless sacrifices, surrender to you and your sect, and are willing to atone for their sins at any cost, just to ensure the continuation of their lineage."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo frowned slightly and pressed, "How come your Kunlun people are mingling with the Holy Maiden of the Blissful Palace?"

"That junior went to the mortal world to gain experience after his master passed away. He did not return to Kunlun for many years. By chance, he met the Holy Maiden of the Blissful Palace, which led to all these events."

Ke Yue offered an explanation, but fearing repercussions for his sect, he hastily clarified his stance:

"Please, Venerable Master, understand that Kunlun is unwilling to interfere in your feud with the Four Sects. That person's actions only represent his personal views."

"However... he didn't dare to come in person to discuss things with you in detail, and he left ahead of time. Alas, I am merely passing on his message and have no intention of interfering."

"They've already fought to the point of annihilating the sect, sir. Do you think there's any room for reconciliation?"