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

"This thing is really weird!"

The three demon kings felt a chill run down their spines; each puppet posed a strong threat of death to them.

"Level 6 of the Profound Fate Realm, impressive. To have raised Gu to this extent."

Jiang Mo lowered his gaze, looking down at those 'Three Lives Souls'. The bodies of these puppets were completely transformed by Qi, making them difficult to imprison, and they were also desperately trying to disintegrate his power by circulating their true techniques.

"!!!"

In the distance, the high-ranking members of the Void Stepping Hall were terrified. Their most prized possession, which they regarded as their trump card, was now being dragged like animals by chains released by the Demon Lord. They were emitting mournful howls from time to time, as golden flames spread, burning their flesh and melting it inch by inch, only to heal rapidly.

"boom!!!"

Jiang Mo didn't even frown as he casually tossed the three corpses, which had been refined into magical artifacts, aside.

The air emitted a sharp, explosive sound as they crashed through several mountains like meteors, sinking into the ground. Before they could rise, massive, sky-covering palm prints descended, suppressing them and preventing them from rising again.

That was Jiang Mo's killing move, the Five Sacred Mountains Seal, unleashed by gathering his Qi. One finger corresponded to one of the five most famous sacred mountains in the Nine Provinces, while the entire palm represented the boundless land. This was a divine power he had comprehended while traveling around the world, and this was the first time he had used it.

Linked to the spiritual veins of the Three Realms, he used the vast energy of the earth and rocks to suppress the three souls of the Three Realms.

"boom!!"

It was as if a towering mountain tens of thousands of feet high had been crushed, and the earth was rumbling and collapsing. Those peaks that were thousands of meters high were also rapidly turning into dust. Faced with the earth-shattering blow, the three Xuanming level 6 Dharma Corpses were unable to resist and were suppressed so much that they could not even lift their spines, and they were lying on the ground with difficulty.

"..."

The assembled heroes fell silent. The Demon Lord's ferocity was far more terrifying than they had imagined. The elderly elders all felt despair; the battle hadn't even begun, and it was already over.

The sect leader of Taxu clenched his fists, feeling extremely unwilling. His muscles contracted as if he had been electrocuted, and fear even threatened to overshadow his anger.

"Do not disturb me while I am speaking."

Jiang Mo glanced at him and said, "I'll give you time to go and ask Old Ghost Mu Jue for help."

Although it was just a casual remark, it was incredibly arrogant, regarding all the experts as ants, and only the Lord of the Realm was qualified to fight him, while the rest were nothing more than that.

"you...!"

Before the sect leader could finish his sentence, he lost his chance. He was struck by an invisible force field, as if a heavy hammer had hit his chest. He was shot backward like a cannonball, piercing through several palaces. He coughed up blood, his face filled with utter horror.

"You guys go too."

As Jiang Mo's words carried on, none of the four Grand Elders escaped unscathed. They all followed in his footsteps, being knocked back thousands of meters, their bodies trembling.

Above the vast sky, only a group of ordinary elders and five members of the Trinity Sect with gloomy faces and no idea what to do remained.

"kill--!"

With a long roar, Yao Wang pounced on the crowd, unleashing his divine power. Blood rained down as Yue Min and Yue Li also went all out. The battle to destroy the sect had begun, and the corpses of the disciples of the Step Void Hall fell one after another.

"You beast! How dare you!" an elder shouted angrily, joining the battle. The two sides fought fiercely, each blow landing squarely.

Jiang Mo did not stop them, but simply recounted the truth of the past to the five people.

"Everything you were taught in the past was just a rhetoric used by Mu Jue to manipulate you."

"Shut up! How dare you slander the name of our Grandmaster, you demon! Your ancestors instigated internal strife and caused the death of the Sixth Ancestor..."

Before Han Siyan could respond, his clansmen beside him were already indignantly criticizing him.

However, before he could finish speaking, Jiang Mo raised his hand from a distance, instantly unleashing a pulling force comparable to a black hole, pulling him directly in front of her and locking his throat.

"I've said before that I don't like being interrupted when I'm talking."

An invisible force of gravity locked the man's arms, penetrating every inch of his flesh and tendons. Then, it stretched in the opposite direction. Furthermore, Jiang Mo used his true technique to suppress him tightly, preventing his body from transforming into Qi.

"Pfft!!"

"what!!"

Blood splattered everywhere. The powerful figure, who was only one step away from the fifth level of the Profound Fate Realm, had both arms severed and was reduced to a human stump.

"boom!!"

Jiang Mo slammed him to the ground like trash, creating a crater over a hundred meters deep, and his life force waned.

"what on earth do you want!"

"How can we believe you based solely on your own words!"

Jiang Mo's actions further enraged the members of the Sanyi Sect. Their eyes turned bloodshot, and they hated him to the core.

However, a cold remark brought them back to reality.

"Idiot, have you gotten used to being a dog?"

"I don't need your belief, you all have to die."

"Before you die, it's good to understand things. Go and explain things clearly to the other cultivators who practice reversing the cycle of life. I'll give you time."

Jiang Mo activated the Eye of Truth, copying the memories of the destruction of the Trinity Sect, which transformed into five pale blue rays of light that flew into their foreheads.

"This is all I can do for you."

“Compared to your lives, feelings, the inheritance of the lineage, and the requests of the Supreme One, nothing can compare to the lives of the disciples standing behind me.”

Jiang Mo spoke coldly, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"!!!"

In an instant, countless pieces of information flooded in like a tide, including Jiang Mo's memories and the Supreme One's memories. When everything from the past reappeared, Han Siyan and the others turned pale, unable to believe such a fact, and trembled with anger.

Even so, they still instinctively refused to believe that Mu Jue, whom they revered as their ancestor, had fooled them for over a thousand years and was the source of all the disasters. The anger and sorrow emanating from their bodies were as intense as a torrential downpour.

"No! No! This is fake! You're lying to us!!"

Some people wept uncontrollably, sobbing as they argued back.

His ancestors, his father, and many others became victims of the "Three Lives Soul Fate".

The harsh reality shattered his mental defenses, waking him from his beautiful illusions in just a few breaths, leaving him in unbearable pain.

"what ever."

"Since you're all going to die anyway, whether you speak up or not, whether you succumb to despair or wake up, the choice is in your hands."

Jiang Mo did not allow them to bargain. With a wave of his hand, a fierce wind raged, scattering them thousands of feet away and burying them in the ruins, their fate unknown.

Chapter 438 The Void Gate: How Did the Mystic Venerable Achieve This?

"boom!"

Clusters of palaces were destroyed by the flying killing moves. The three-headed demon king moved as if he were in an empty land, killing so many that blood flowed like rivers and smoke billowed. Various terrifying aftershocks radiated from the sky and the ground, and the floating training grounds kept crashing down.

"Hold on!"

"Grandmaster woke up very soon!"

"Kill all these demons!"

Most of the eight elders who fought against Yao Wang and Yue Min were injured and in a sorry state, but they still had some ability to fight back.

"call out--!"

"Aaaaaah!!"

The battlefield was ever-changing. Jiang Mo locked his gaze on the eight people, activated the Soul-Breaking Curse, and launched a surprise attack, instantly severely damaging their brains. Only a few people were pale-faced and barely managed to withstand it, staggering as the magical artifacts protecting their souls shattered immediately. The others were not so lucky and all died on the spot.

"Pfft!"

"Bang!!!"

Seizing the opening, the three demon kings swiftly unleashed their divine powers, draining the blood and energy of the eight elders, turning them into skeletal corpses in the blink of an eye, while still appearing unsatisfied.

"Devil, take your life!"

Suddenly, a sharp whistle resounded through the sky, as the two Supreme Elders, Bei Gongli and Zhong Yue, attacked.

In order to buy time and ensure their master's successful recovery, they even brought out the important artifacts passed down in the Void Stepping Hall.

A small, rusty, verdigris-covered gate was held in Bei Gongli's palm.

This is the treasure left behind by the patriarch since ancient times within the Taxu Hall—the Taxu Gate.

Similar in level to the Three Lives Soul Life, its supernatural power leans more towards 'trapping' than its indestructible destruction. Within the Void Gate lies a unique dimensional world that can trace and replicate past inner demons and fears, amplifying them infinitely.

"Oh?"

Jiang Mo recognized the origin of the copper-patterned door and couldn't help but smile faintly:

"You think you can trap me with this?"

“You’ll know once you try it!”

Bei Gongli formed hand seals and chanted incantations. From beneath his withered body, boundless true qi erupted, pouring into the copper-rusted gate and instantly reviving its power, pushing it to its peak. The rays of light that emanated from it were as slow and dazzling as a vortex in another dimension, distorting the surrounding reality of the battlefield.

“That’s cruel.”

"Are you even prepared to sacrifice your own disciples?"

Jiang Mo remembered that the killing range of the Void Gate was indiscriminate, regardless of friend or foe. There were hundreds of Void Palace disciples nearby. With their cultivation and composure, it was simply wishful thinking for them to leave the Void Gate.

"Buzz!"

Bei Gongli activated the portal, which expanded a million times in an instant, resembling an open celestial gate in the mortal realm. It stood tall and straight, thousands of feet high, with similar length and width, trapping a large number of disciples and Jiang Mo.

"Wow!"

An endless stream of light swept in, turning heaven and earth upside down and shifting the landscape.

Jiang Mo's lonely figure appeared in a city shrouded in torrential rain at night.

In the narrow, dimly lit slum, the cries of a baby could be heard, and an elderly, ragged scavenger was frantically boiling milk.

"Oh, baby, don't cry, don't cry."

"Good boy, good boy."

The old man was hunched over, looking very old. His weathered face was filled with deep weariness, but a rare look of joy appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"Wow! Wow!"

The baby cried loudly, and to comfort him, the old man held him and gently hummed a lullaby while carefully feeding him warm milk.

Outside the dilapidated iron shed stood a tall and slender figure. Jiang Mo calmly watched this scene, which was the deepest secret in his memory.

In his first life, he was an orphan abandoned by his parents. He was found by an old scavenger who raised him, but he was born weak and had an incurable hereditary disease.

Finally, on a winter night, he curled up in an iron shed and died peacefully. When he opened his eyes again, he had already traveled to the war-torn era of the last century.

Later, after reading many cutting-edge scientific theories and You Sha's experimental notes on 'fate reversal', he roughly determined that he had come to a parallel world that was very similar to his original world, but with subtle differences.

My thoughts returned to the present moment, and the scene before me flashed by rapidly.

As the old man's lifespan dwindled, nine years passed in the blink of an eye. Young Jiang Mo, having lost his support, began a long life of scavenging, wandering through the various ordinary neighborhoods of the bustling capital, guarding one food stall after another, some doing well and some not, picking up bottles and cans discarded by diners.

For him at that time, rummaging through the stinking garbage cans was like opening treasure chests, where he could always find ill-fitting clothes, shoes, and all sorts of broken toys.

"..."

As night fell, the city's neon lights shone brightly. Jiang Mo gazed at the child not far away. His hair was messy, and his face was sallow and thin, like a wolf cub that had infiltrated human society. He was squatting on the side of the street, wolfing down leftover food.

Jiang Mo would never be wrong. Even after 139 years, he clearly remembered that at that time, his biggest wish was to earn 20 yuan a day so that he could eat hot buns for three meals a day and not have to suffer from hunger pangs in the cold night, tossing and turning, and inexplicably shedding tears.

If he could, he would also like a pair of slippers that wouldn't always crack, and some painkillers to treat his illness.

They collect plastic bottles from dawn till dusk, earning 3 points per bottle, and they can complete the goal by collecting 668 bottles.

However, he was young and thin, and often couldn't compete with the adults and elderly who, like him, survived by scavenging.

They even had specific territorial divisions. Whenever they saw young Jiang Mo appear in their territory, they would always insult and drive him away in the most ferocious manner. If he was unlucky, he would also be beaten up, and any bottles he picked up would be taken away.

Each beating was like a gentle ripple, reflecting back onto Jiang Mo in that moment.

The seeds of hatred were sown in his heart at that time. Young and immature, he would childishly and viciously swear oaths after each beating:

One day in the future, if he recovers from his illness and becomes strong and healthy, he will take revenge a thousand times over and break the legs of those old beasts.

However, what terrified him even more than these "colleagues" were some idle thugs, both men and women, who either mocked him for fun, throwing all sorts of trash at him, or rode off on their buzzing will-o'-the-wisps.

Or they would steal the few coins he had on him, those wrinkled one-yuan and five-yuan notes, which were his meager savings.

Humiliation was nothing, but being robbed of his money was what tormented him even more. His hope for life plummeted in an instant, leaving him in a daze for several days before he could recover.

Isolated and helpless, and physically weak, he could do nothing to these people. He was disgusted by these thugs and scavengers and harbored a silent grudge.