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

On the same day, news came that the old monster behind the Divine Descent Sect was also willing to join the hunting feast, and specifically demanded the two celestial horses from the Three Ones Sect. Anyone who fought with him would be a mortal enemy.

........

As evening fell, the afterglow of the setting sun spread across the earth like a golden ocean. Inside the Trinity Gate, the leaders of the Nine Departments had been sent away several hours earlier.

At this moment, in front of the Qingxin Hall, Jiang Mo sat quietly at the tea table, holding a letter that had been sent by the Shenlin Sect not long ago, which contained only a single, concise sentence.

"Hand over the Heavenly Horse and send Mount Tai, and I will not interfere."

A majestic voice rang in his ears, striking his heart directly. The Qi contained between the lines was unimaginably powerful. Only Jiang Mo could handle it so casually. If it were anyone else, they would probably be dead and their souls would have vanished.

The one who made the move was undoubtedly the Lord of the Divine Descent Sect!

Even if they are top sects, their highest-ranking elders and sect leaders are not qualified to speak with Jiang Mo. Only a master of the realm can contend with a master of the realm. This is an immutable law.

"Senior, would you like to take a look?"

Jiang Mo held the letter between two fingers of one hand, suppressing the surging power within it until it was silent, and tilted it towards Yue Min's direction.

The old man's gaze fell on the line of writing, and a fierce light appeared in his demonic eyes. The racial feud that had lasted for thousands of years turned into rage, burning his soul.

"After all these years, you still remember it, huh..."

"Crack!!"

Jiang Mo chuckled, brought his five fingers together, crumpled the letter into pieces, and ancient true fire overflowed from his palm, burning it to ashes.

"If he dares to try to kidnap you, he'll have to get past me first."

"Thank you for your trouble, Venerable Xuanzun."

Yue Min was deeply moved, and her wrinkled eyes reddened slightly.

"It doesn't matter. Whether one comes or several comes, it's all the same. They've never been afraid of me, so why should I be afraid of them?"

Jiang Mo picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. At that moment, a bright white light appeared beside him and condensed into Chengzhen and Zhuge Yu.

"Uncle-Master, the evacuation has been arranged. The protected areas in the back mountain where we were in seclusion have also been moved in. Would you like to come along?"

Zhuge Yu couldn't help but ask, after receiving Jiang Mo's instructions in the morning, he joined forces with his senior brother to move the entire mountain gate back to the secret realm, and then reconstructed the Five Elements Qi, replicating the original buildings and structures one-to-one, and placed them on the mountaintop.

"I do not go."

Bathed in the setting sun, Jiang Mo looked exceptionally serene, a gentle smile playing on his lips, seemingly oblivious to the impending catastrophe.

His injuries have healed by 80%. Who in this world would dare to kill him? Who could kill him?

Moreover, the Crimson Blood Demon Armor needs to be nourished with the essence and blood of powerful individuals; such a golden opportunity must not be missed.

Seeing that her advice was ineffective, Chengzhen understood Jiang Mo's thoughts, stepped forward and handed him a scroll, reminding him:

"Uncle-Master, this is the future that Mingku divined 4 hours ago. It is now asleep and left this information for you. Please take it seriously."

"Ah."

"Take good care of it. I keep a close eye on the boundary of the secret realm. The healing power of the space is far greater than before. No matter whether they have a boundary-breaking shuttle or not, they can't get in."

Jiang Mo took the painting and was about to unfold it when he noticed Cheng Zhen out of the corner of his eye. Cheng Zhen stood there silently, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a smile.

"Uncle-Master... This disciple is incompetent and unable to stay and fight alongside you."

Chengzhen felt guilty and remorseful, her voice tinged with a hint of loneliness.

He is currently at the second level of the Profound Fate Realm, still some distance from perfection. However, due to refining the essence and blood of several extraordinary creatures, he has completed the transformation of his life form, and his combat power has soared significantly, vaguely comparable to the fourth level of the Profound Fate Realm. Although he is not as good as the Demon Kings, he is not far behind.

Even so, despite his tireless cultivation day and night, he remained weak and unable to offer any assistance to the approaching Lord of the Realm.

Jiang Mo knew what he was thinking and comforted him:

"As elders, we should naturally protect you younger generations from the wind and rain."

"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do. Take it slow. You're still young. Look around you. Apart from the freaks in the secret realm, who can surpass you? With more time and experience, one day you'll take over my responsibilities, surpass me, and protect everyone."

"But before that, you had already endured so much..."

Chengzhen's words were pointed; he was still terrified by what had happened a few days ago, when Jiang Mo was nearly killed and, with his last breath, returned to the sect.

"It's just a little physical pain, nothing to worry about."

"Wait for good news. Once I've ended this chaos, you, Zhuge, get ready. I'll take you on a long journey."

Jiang Mo calmly gave the instructions, telling his two disciples not to worry about him.

"Okay...we'll wait for you."

Chengzhen said solemnly, then clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply. His figure then vanished and returned to the secret realm.

After they left, the vast Sanyi Gate was left with only one lonely person and two demons.

"Wow!"

Jiang Mo unfurled the scroll, and what appeared before his eyes was a lifelike ink painting.

Eight powerful rulers, each with an aura of grandeur and imposing presence, wielding ancient magical artifacts, approached the Sanyi Gate. They looked down upon the earth from the heavens above, resembling deities reigning over the nine heavens.

Behind them was an overwhelming force of elite troops, including sect leaders, elders, and others, totaling two to three hundred people, a vast and imposing sight.

"Ninefold Mountain, Blissful Palace, Ice Flame Valley, Divine Descent Sect, Heaven-Slaying Gate, Ancient Spring Ruins, Soul Refining Mountain, Longevity Lake..."

"They're all here! That's great, that's great. It saves me the trouble of looking for them one by one."

Based on the unusual phenomena of the martial arts techniques depicted in the portrait, as well as the sect artifacts they wielded, Jiang Mo recognized the sect that was besieging him.

"!!!"

Yao Wang, who was drinking tea nearby, was shocked by what he heard. He almost choked on his tea, his eyes widened like saucers, and he asked with a chill running down his spine:

"How...how much?!"

"Eight Lords of the Imperial Realm, all formidable opponents. Venerable Xuan, can you withstand them?!"

Its voice was trembling; this was no longer a desperate act, but a death sentence with no suspense whatsoever.

Based on the level of the old ghost from the Creation Sect, it's roughly estimated that each of them could barely hold their own against Jiang Mo for several dozen rounds.

This alone is enough to keep him busy, and if any of the eight Lords of the Realm cannot be restrained, and any one of them manages to deal with it and Yue Min, they will all be completely wiped out.

"Why panic?"

Jiang Mo disagreed, smiled, and explained:

"Don't forget, this isn't their home turf, and I'm not subject to the constraints of heaven and earth."

"The boost they receive outside is far less than what they get within the secret realm. The outcome remains to be seen."

"So, there's a chance?" Yao Wang asked, slightly doubtful, still somewhat uneasy.

"Ah."

Jiang Mo gave an affirmative answer. Once a Lord of the Realm in the mortal realm is killed, the speed of rebirth is not that fast, and the replenishment of true qi is also quite limited, which is not as good as the carefree squandering in the secret realm.

"But how should we deal with these magical artifacts?"

Yue Min pointed to the series of astonishing weapons depicted in the ink painting and said with concern:

"Your greatsword is destroyed and not yet fully repaired. If you fight them, you might suffer some mishap."

"It's alright. Even if they have magical artifacts, they can't do anything to me. The heavy sword that I forged into demon armor should be hard enough. Even if it breaks in the middle, I can still control it."

Jiang Mo examined the eight people in the painting. The one who gave him the strongest sense of pressure was the master of the realm, the expert from the Divine Descent Sect, followed by the sword cultivator from the Intercepting Heaven Sect and the body-refining elder from the Ninefold Mountain. The rest were about the same.

"Then what can we do for you, Venerable Xuan?"

Yue Min asked again, "Its injuries are still there, and it can't even unleash half of its peak combat power. It's too limited."

"Let's take advantage of their weakened base and loot it. There aren't many, just two places: Paradise City and Nine-fold Mountain."

"At that time, I will conceal your Qi and open a portal in the void to send you to their secret realm. You can then use the Boundary-Breaking Shuttle to infiltrate, while I will hold them off head-on."

"Okay, we're confident about that."

Yao Wang and Yue Min answered decisively that as long as they were not facing the Lord of the Imperial Realm, they were not afraid of ordinary sect leaders.

"Furthermore, I have something else to prepare for you tomorrow. Even if we can't snatch the treasures there, it's fine to destroy them all."

Jiang Mo smiled and slowly put away the scroll. There were still two days left until the time of Mingku's prophecy.

The resurrection of some realm lords may not have been so smooth along the way, thus causing delays.

That's perfect, he can afford to wait, and he wants to make more preparations.

Chapter 448 The country bumpkin hiding in the secret realm, is he still half asleep?

Just as Jiang Moran had guessed, those Lords of the Realm, after hundreds or thousands of years, had left the Blood Coffin and returned to the mortal world. Naturally, they needed to gather intelligence and understand the current situation in the mortal realm.

Even though they enjoy long lives, as Dao Lords, they are still no match for the erosion of time.

At the same time, burdened by the survival of their sects, they were mostly sacrifices, with no freedom to speak of, and needed to seal their blood and energy and sleep underground.

Only when a peerless talent emerges from the sect, capable of inheriting their position as master, can they break free from their shackles.

night.

Streaks of rainbow light swept across the vast land and descended upon the bustling coastal cities of Kyushu.

The Lords of the Realm, who emerged from various sects, stood in mid-air with their elders and disciples, looking down at the brightly lit, neon-lit steel city below, and couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation.

The time since their last birth is so long ago that it is impossible to trace back. Even the most prosperous ancient capital at that time did not have such a splendid and magnificent scene.

The high-level martial artists and awakened individuals within the city felt an indescribable sense of oppression, almost suffocating, their bodies drenched in cold sweat. When they struggled to look up at the sky, it was pitch black and deep, utterly empty.

But the intense physical discomfort they felt was telling them that terrifying beings were silently watching them, like predators scrutinizing their prey.

In Kyoto, at the Flying Immortal Dojo, the Flying Immortal Master sat quietly deep within the hidden palace, holding a scripture in his hand. After reading nearly half of it, he suddenly looked away and gazed into the distance, his expression becoming solemn and wary.

From his various incense-burning strongholds, faint, terrifying qi could be heard. Although the power was not as great as that of the Xuanzun of the Three Realms, it was worlds apart from that of ordinary sect leaders and patriarchs.

Even though they were thousands of kilometers apart, the Flying Immortal Sect Master couldn't suppress his apprehension. Based on the rumors circulating among the people over the past two days, the outcome was already clear: a Lord of the Realm had been born and was preparing to make his move!

And it's not just one.

As the Flying Immortal Sect Master's perception continued to strengthen, his consciousness transformed into countless nets, extending wildly and closely linking every city. A massive amount of incense power resonated with him, and almost instantly, he detected eight similar fluctuations within the territory!

"..."

His current dilemma is that he cannot determine what these Lords of the Realm are trying to do.

Putting aside the issue of the Trinity Sect, if they wanted to control and enslave the existing cities, he would be powerless to stop them. As a result, the incense offerings he had painstakingly collected would be completely lost in a very short time.

"Should we awaken Master?"

The Flying Immortal Sect Leader hesitated slightly, recalling the grudges between the Pegasus Clan and the Divine Descent Sect. He was certain that they would intervene, and the Divine Descent Sect had a bloody struggle with the Flying Immortal Sect.

If it were only the sect leader of the Divine Descent Sect who had emerged, he was confident that he could suppress him with force. But now, it is highly likely that the opponent is a master of the Imperial Realm.

Regardless of whether that person had malicious intent, they were an unavoidable threat to the Flying Immortal Sect Leader.

Moreover, the situation of the Divine Descent Sect is very different from that of other forces, as they plundered the ancestral land of the Heavenly Horse.

After a long period of biding their time, they have at least two masters of the Imperial Realm, the exact number of which is unknown. This is the most terrifying aspect.

However, it was merely a matter of apprehension. In the mind of the Flying Immortal Sect Master, his master was undoubtedly one of the most powerful Realm Masters, absolutely capable of overpowering the Realm Master of the Divine Descent Sect.

The reason for this thinking is not because of the close relationship between master and disciple, but because of such favoritism.

Instead, it was the Flying Immortal Sect Leader who had personally witnessed the old man's supernatural powers. Burning mountains and boiling seas was nothing to him. Even the natal magic weapon he obtained upon ascending to the position of sect leader—the Candlelight Yin Moon Wheel—was forged by the old man when he went to the heavens to pluck stars and seize the moon.

After a moment's thought, the Flying Immortal Sect Leader made a decision: he would rather make a mistake than do nothing.

Immediately issue an order to the elders stationed in various locations to be on high alert for the next two hours, and to retreat if any other sects invade the city.

Afterwards, the Flying Immortal Sect Leader left the dojo, returned to the secret realm, went straight to the sect's forbidden area, knelt down devoutly, used a secret technique, gently knocked on the stone door, and awakened that ancient being.

"Master, please forgive me for disturbing you, but there have been great changes in the outside world."

"Ok?"

His weathered voice carried a hint of confusion, as if blaming someone or feeling helpless. He remembered that the little guy had come by just a few days ago.

"After Xuanzun obtained our Boundary-Breaking Shuttle, he chose to attack the Creation Gate and the Void-Stepping Palace, and successfully destroyed them. The Lord of the Creation Gate is suspected to be dead, and the Void-Stepping Secret Realm was completely destroyed."

"Their grandmaster, Mu Jue, has disappeared without a trace, yet he has sent messages in all directions. Xuan Zun was seriously injured and is on the verge of death by him. Furthermore, his disciples possess an ancient and rare celestial horse, causing widespread panic. Sects that have grudges against him have all taken action today."

"Just now, while in the mortal realm, I sensed eight completely different Master Qi auras. It seems that the Master of the Divine Descent Sect has also appeared."