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

Jiang Mo was genuinely amused by the man's humor and said:

"He, and his Daoist partner, the previous Holy Maiden of the Blissful Palace, why didn't these two stand up when their palace lord led people to attack us a few months ago?"

"They'll feign deafness and blindness, and if the war is won, they'll reap the benefits, resting on their laurels like termites, living off their seniority and waiting to die."

"After losing the fight, he became enlightened and decided to seek peace as the weak and innocent. Old sir, don't you think that's ridiculous?"

As the leader of a sect, Ke Yue naturally understood Jiang Mo's feelings. He silently clasped his hands in agreement.

"In my humble opinion, this is a despicable and shameful act."

"Back then, the Blissful Palace plundered all sorts of treasures from the Trinity Gate. The so-called Holy Maiden was nurtured with the resources of the Blissful Palace. Wasn't this just drinking the blood of our ancestors?"

Jiang Mo's expression grew cold, and killing intent filled the entire hall. Several elders of the Kunlun Ancient Sect suddenly felt immense pressure, and their bodies and minds were filled with fear.

"I have absolutely no way of granting his request."

"None of you are allowed to reveal any information to him. If you do, you will be punished the same as the four criminals."

"Furthermore, I don't care where he is now. If he dares to contact you again afterward, detain him immediately and send him here."

"Yes, I'll understand later."

The elders dared not disobey Jiang Mo's orders, and without a moment's hesitation, they decided to sacrifice that disciple in order to protect the sect.

After they left, only Ying Shoulu, the head of Yaochi Yinque, and three other elders remained in the hall.

Before Jiang Mo could even inquire, someone proactively reported:

"Master Xuan, the longevity device you requested is only a defective product made by the elders in our sect, with incomplete blueprints, and cannot be used."

Jiang Mo's heart sank slightly. This kind of forbidden magical artifact was something that could only be sought after but not obtained. He was not surprised and continued to ask:

"Does that complete blueprint hold any clues?"

"It is said that there may be clues at Refining Soul Mountain and Intercepting Heaven Gate. They were among those who contributed to the destruction of the Spirit Forging Sect back then. If you wipe out the two sects and obtain the other blueprints, the old men promise that they will definitely build them for you."

Jiang Mo pondered how much truth these people were telling. He knew that Lianhun Mountain and Jietian Gate were sects he was determined to attack, and Ying Shoulu also knew this. However, the number of Breaking Boundary Shuttles was insufficient in the short term, and it was unrealistic to conquer all eight secret realms at once.

The problem now is simply that a few old ghosts in Yaochi probably guessed this, so they came up with this reason to try to move the priority of Jietianmen and Lianhunshan, which they have grudges against, forward.

Realizing that Jiang Mo was suspicious, Ying Shoulu hurriedly spoke up:

“Master Xuan, what we said is absolutely true, and we had no intention of scheming. The elders also have important information they wish to share with you, on the condition that you do not blame them.”

"Speak," Jiang Mo said, his eyes deep.

"As early as 1,100 years ago, the leader of my Yaochi Sect and their Grand Master were also found by the people of the Taxu Palace, who demanded that they forge a magic weapon for killing. This required a person of considerable cultivation to be sacrificed, their blood poured to forge the weapon, and then their flesh and blood to be completely fused together..."

"Ultimately, the soul of that person was captured, all memories of their previous life were erased, and they were transformed into a spirit..."

Ying Shoulu's voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, and he even avoided eye contact with Jiang Mo.

He understood what this revelation meant, but the truth could not be hidden forever. With Xuanzun's supernatural powers, he would eventually break through the Void Stepping Secret Realm, and by then it would be too late for them to explain.

"Was that a sage of our sect?"

Hearing Jiang Mo's question, Ying Shoulu forced himself to reply, "Yes, he's a young man in his sixties, at the fourth level of the third level of the Profound Fate Realm..."

After saying this, his legs went weak, and he couldn't help but kneel down, pleading in a trembling voice:

"Lord Xuan, we would never dare to capture your sect's senior alive, doing something that violates the laws of Heaven. It was only because the Taxu Palace brought people here and offered many precious treasures, and because the sect leaders of the two sects had a very good personal relationship at the time, that this transaction took place. It has nothing to do with us descendants!!!"

"At the time, other elders tried to persuade him, but they couldn't convince the sect leader at the time. Even the robots that were brought in said they were there voluntarily!"

"Lord Xuan, please don't blame us!!!"

The other elders also knelt down, terrified. Capturing living people to forge magical artifacts would be a blood feud that would never end in any sect. Even if Yaochi was not the mastermind, they were afraid of being implicated.

Jiang Mo did not retaliate against the four people; such is the cruelty of battles between cultivators.

He was not born in that era, and could not stop it, so he could only accept this ending. He turned his regret into determination, and the Void Palace became his primary target.

Thanks to the intelligence provided by the others, Jiang Mo was able to confirm that some of his disciples had been imprisoned by the Void-Treading Palace for generations, and that the traitors trained by the Supreme Being might even be hiding there.

“Voluntary… Tell me, how voluntary?” he asked.

"In later interactions, the seniors in charge of weapon forging discovered that the person... seemed to have been brainwashed, knew nothing about the blood feud of the past, and was even a disciple of the Lord of the Void Palace, who was secretly supported to become a force to protect the sect."

He trembled like a leaf, and said cautiously:

"The method of refining weapons is extremely cruel. Even the seniors of that time were moved by compassion and could not bring themselves to do it. It was only because that person was willing to endure it and made repeated requests, and with the pressure from the Lord of the Void Stepping Hall and our sect leader, that it was finally completed!"

"Lord Xuanzun, it's really...it's really not our fault, you can see that!"

"Six hundred years is enough time to change many things. It's perfectly normal for them to fabricate selfish truths in order to maximize their profits."

Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Six hundred years had passed, generation after generation, and the imprint of these thoughts had been so deeply ingrained that trying to erase them was simply wishful thinking.

The lies fabricated by the Sky-Piercing Palace are still unknown, especially with that immortal old ghost still alive as its leader.

I'm afraid my branch of the family has long been considered traitors.

If they manage to break through, the worst-case scenario is that the descendants he rescued might turn around and become cannon fodder defending the culprit, engaging in a bloody battle with him.

What should I do?

Chapter 432 The Traitor Who Betrayed His Master and Ancestors, Three Lives of Soul Fate

Jiang Mo knew exactly what he should do. He had inherited the Daoist lineage from Ancestor Mingyao and reopened the secret realm, making him the rightful leader of the Three Ones Sect.

The available intelligence allowed him to foresee some unfortunate possibilities.

Although he had promised the Supreme One to rescue the trapped disciples, the reality was often crueler; seventeen hundred years had passed, and the history before and after was completely divided.

The first group of imprisoned disciples may have suffered all sorts of torture, and were used as various humanoid medicines for cultivation, weapon forging, possession, and so on.

However, in the years that followed, as the older generation of disciples died, those descendants who continued the lineage, whether they were offspring of marriage with disciples of Taxu or substitutes forcibly procreated by having bloodline secret techniques implanted in them, were blinded by Taxu and had no idea of ​​the existence of hatred.

Were they wrong?

That's right.

They were merely pawns being manipulated; their destinies were predetermined by the higher-ups of the Void Palace from the moment they were born.

Just like that senior who reached the fourth level of the Profound Fate Realm in the sixty-year cycle, his talent undoubtedly surpassed that of Shangzun and Jiang Mo. However, such an amazing existence ended up voluntarily sacrificing himself to forge a weapon and becoming the spirit of a killing weapon.

"We cannot see the true face of Mount Lu, simply because we are in the mountain ourselves..."

Jiang Mo was slightly lost in thought, sighing over the poem. It wasn't that he was indecisive, but rather that he felt sorry for the fate of his disciples.

He knew all too well how terrifying brainwashing could be. Day after day, for decades or even centuries, being subtly influenced by a mindset that turns falsehood into truth would be unbearable for anyone. He might already be prepared to fight to the death.

Jiang Mo was unwilling to let them return to their clan and leave behind hidden dangers, nor could he become the new controller, alter their memories, and let them live in a daze. He detested the practice of controlling other people's fates based on wishful thinking.

In the end, he was left with only one choice: to personally send those remaining bloodlines on their way.

Of course, the specific situation needs to be analyzed when the secret realm is breached, since everything now is just his subjective conjecture.

"Tell me about these so-called magical artifacts. What exactly are they?"

Jiang Mo's gaze fell, calm as a deep lake, so cold that it sent chills down Ying Shoulu's spine.

"Three Lives Soul Fate, a type of puppet..."

"Initially it was just a concept. Similar puppets could also be made by the grandmasters of those old masters who were skilled in weapon crafting."

"But the forging steps and methods of the Three Lives Soul were provided to us by the people of the Void Stepping Hall. They wanted to use the skills of those predecessors to create a puppet that could rival your ancestor."

"According to the observations of the seniors who participated in the refining, the Three Lives Soul Life is a living thing that can grow infinitely and replicate the physique of the Three Ones Ancestor. It may become a weapon to suppress the sect, or it may be a vessel to be possessed."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo had no doubt and immediately identified the culprit.

"Twilight's End..."

"What a despicable beast who betrays his master and ancestors."

The Mu Jue he mentioned was one of the seven disciples of Venerable Mingyao. When he defected, he was already at the fourth level of the Profound Fate Realm and even assisted outsiders in killing several elders at the fifth level of the Profound Fate Realm.

If he were still alive after 1,700 years, his cultivation level would be truly terrifying.

Jiang Mo dared not underestimate them in the slightest. Cultivators who specialize in Reverse Life and True Methods will have a lifespan several levels longer than those of other experts of the same level.

Given Mu Jue's talent to inherit the Three Dao lineages, if the old monsters of the Void Stepping Hall were to pass away one after another, he would have a considerable chance of seizing supreme power, becoming the new Lord of the Realm, and endlessly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to prolong his life.

Jiang Mo's premonition grew stronger and stronger. He was certain that the old ghost was still hiding in the Void Stepping Hall, barely clinging to life, and it was even possible that his three lifetimes of soul life were prepared for him.

As the elders and sect leaders of various secret realms grow older, their souls and bodies show signs of decline until they pass away.

Some of them, wanting to have a chance of survival, would choose to seal their blood and qi and lie in a magical artifact called a 'blood coffin'.

The body and soul fall into a state of silence and suspended animation until they are awakened by their descendants, who then find the elixir of life extension or the rare treasure they lack, enabling them to break through and live another life.

This approach also comes at a considerable cost. As the 'blood coffin' is maintained for longer and longer, the resources consumed will increase, and the old man lying in the coffin will gradually become unfamiliar with everything that originally belonged to him due to the long slumber, and his strength will continue to decline.

When their income falls short of their expenses, that's when the sect will have no choice but to abandon them.

Jiang Mo knew that there were many ancient monsters that had been sealed away for seven or eight hundred years in history. When Mu Jue rebelled, he was in his prime, 84 years old. The Supreme One had high expectations for him, and all seven of his disciples had the potential to advance to the sixth level of the Destiny Realm.

Even many elderly elders and successive sect leaders have the ability to break through to higher levels, but they all have to stop in order to prolong the life of the secret realm.

The lifespan of a Xuanming Rank 5 cultivator is around 400-500 years, while the lifespan of a Rank 6 cultivator should be 500-700 years. However, the Supreme Being is an exception. After the death of the physical body, the soul becomes an obsession, and the power is greatly weakened. The Supreme Being has been sleeping in the sect ruins for 1,700 years.

In theory, as long as Mu Jue wanted to live, he definitely had a chance to live to the present, use the blood coffin to escape into it during his prime, isolate himself from the erosion of time, and awaken once every one or two hundred years. He would then send his disciples to find resources, continuously accumulate and refine them, and seek a breakthrough.

The more Jiang Mo speculated, the more apprehensive he became. This would likely be the most difficult battle he had ever faced, representing a clash between secret realms. The loser would be swallowed up by the river of time, losing everything they possessed.

Returning to the present moment, Jiang Mo looked at the four people kneeling on the ground and waved for them to get up.

“I will not pursue the past; you need not be alarmed.”

"Is there still any contact between the Void Palace and Yaochi?"

"Reporting to the Venerable Master, the connection between the two sects was severed seven hundred years ago. The cooperation a thousand years ago was only because the two sect leaders had a good personal relationship, and their disciples were not familiar with each other."

Ying Shoulu broke out in a cold sweat, secretly relieved that there had been enough time between them; otherwise, he would have had no way to explain and would have been implicated.

With the foundation of the Void Palace, they might still have the qualifications to compete.

But he knew Yaochi's situation very well. Even if several dying seniors came out of seclusion together, they would not be able to stop Xuanzun.

"No more contact? Oh well..."

"That's enough for now. Go back and tell those old gentlemen that I will not hate them because of the matter of the Three Lives Soul."

"On the contrary, I am grateful for the information they provided. I will go to Refining Soul Mountain and Intercepting Heaven Gate. If I can obtain the lost blueprints, I would like to ask the elders not to refuse and to refine the Longevity Instrument for me."

"Yes! We obey."

Ying Shoulu nodded respectfully, feeling relieved. This crisis had finally passed without serious danger.

"Go back now, no need to see me out."

Jiang Mo smiled slightly, and the four bowed in farewell. They quickly walked out of the palace gate, transformed into four streaks of light, and disappeared into the boundless night sky in an instant.

It was at this moment that Jiang Mo spoke to himself, gazing at the distant void:

"Everyone's gone, shouldn't you come down now?"

"Wow!"

A blurry figure suddenly materialized. The Flying Immortal Sect Master had come alone to keep the appointment. He stepped down and arrived in the hall in an instant.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist."

He greeted them with utmost respect, dressed in a simple robe, his severed arm regenerated, but his face was still somewhat pale.

"Where's the stuff?"

"The Boundary-Breaking Shuttle, the relics of the Three Kings, and some compensation from my sect are all inside. I humbly request that you take a look."

The Flying Immortal Sect Leader took out a jade box with flowing light and color from his bosom, held it with both hands, walked quickly to Jiang Mo, bowed and presented it.

"I have offended you in the past, and I hope that you will forgive me and not hold a grudge."

"it is good."

"Find a seat."

Jiang Mo took the jade box and began to examine the resources inside. There were a large number of exotic flowers and fruits, magical artifacts and pills, but what instantly caught his eye was only that light blue Boundary-Breaking Shuttle.

It was perfectly intact without any signs of damage and had never been used!

Jiang Mo reached out and grasped the Boundary-Breaking Shuttle. Upon closer inspection, he found that its quality was even higher than the one obtained by the second-generation leader of the Sanyi Sect.

As Jiang Mo gently caressed the smooth, delicate crystal with his five fingers, he felt pleasure and excitement.