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

"Oh? It's destroyed..."

The old man, whose true form was hidden in the stone chamber, remained silent for a long time upon hearing the news.

That junior wiped out two major sects in one go and even withstood a gauntlet of attacks from two masters; it was no exaggeration to call it an earth-shattering feat.

What the old man couldn't understand the most was how Xuanzun survived the world-destroying light released when the Void Stepping Secret Realm was destroyed.

Up to this point, his conclusion was that the so-called Xuanzun was probably not a prodigy who rose to prominence in later generations, but rather the reincarnation of the Mingyao Shangzun. Otherwise, there would be no way to explain the basis for all his great achievements.

"Master, the divine descent has entered the mortal realm. Do you wish to...?" the Flying Immortal Sect Leader asked cautiously.

"nature."

Without a second thought, the old man made a decision: if he stood idly by, no one in the sect could stop the arrival of the Divine Lord.

"The patriarchs have warned that the appearance of a deity is a calamity for the human world, and we must not be lax in our precautions."

"Now that their old bones have crawled out of their coffins, I should go and meet them."

Upon hearing this, the Flying Immortal Sect Leader felt a sense of relief, prostrated himself on the ground, and said excitedly and sincerely, "Welcome back, Master!!!"

"You fool..."

The bitter laughter subsided, the stone gate rumbled, countless shadows converged, and the stench of decay was so thick it was almost tangible. An old figure walked out, trembling.

He was an old master, with dull gray hair, deep eyes like black holes, and his body was nothing but skin and bones, with many places of skin withered and pale dead skin floating around him as if he could be torn apart at any moment.

His appearance was extremely ugly, with large areas of rotting flesh and blood. He did not have the air of a sage or the youthful appearance of an old man; instead, he looked like a rotting corpse that had suffered the cruel torture of time.

However, the Flying Immortal Sect Leader was not surprised at all; on the contrary, he showed delight and exclaimed in amazement:

"You're in better shape than ever!!"

"I'm feeling a bit better..."

The old man smiled calmly. His body had endured the erosion of four or five hundred years, making him vastly different from ordinary Masters.

They sealed away their physical bodies and souls, preserving their peak combat power.

The path the old man chose for cultivation was to let his physical body live and die on its own, constantly transforming. Even if he died completely for a period of time and turned into mud, it didn't matter.

His cultivation focused on his soul. Several times, when his lifespan was about to end, he shattered the shackles, took control of his body, and defied death to live, which is why he has become the inhuman and ghostly creature he is today.

But in the eyes of the Flying Immortal Sect Leader, beneath that terrifying exterior, there was always his kind and benevolent master.

"Let's go, come with me to visit the Sanyi Gate."

"Yes!"

As the old man's words became law, the two figures blurred instantly, and in a flash they were outside the secret realm, returning to the mortal world.

.......

Late at night, at the pool behind the Sanyi Gate, Jiang Mo sat cross-legged on the green rock by the shore, bathed in moonlight. A blazing silver light emanated from his chest, slowly weaving into the void before him, gradually forming a flawless bead.

It contained terrifying true qi, which was being compressed wildly and was on the verge of collapse at any moment.

With the supernatural powers of the two demon kings, they are still far from being able to destroy the protective formations of Ninefold Mountain and Bliss Palace.

Therefore, Jiang Mo prepared his ultimate move, Eternal Day, in advance to remove obstacles for them.

Even though the lack of a suitable container reduced its power by 30%, it was still enough to raze the ancestral sites of both sects to the ground. Unless their founders were reborn, they would all be reduced to ashes.

"Om!!"

"Om!!"

Jiang Mo exhaled his true qi and formed a hand seal. One after another, dark purple chains appeared out of thin air and sealed the surface of the Eternal Day Qi Pearl.

The refining process required a great deal of mental effort. It wasn't until half an hour later that Jiang Mo finished his preparations. Looking at the two Qi beads floating in front of him, covered with secret runes of the void, he couldn't help but show a satisfied expression.

The three ultimate techniques of the Void Stepping Hall are all extraordinary divine skills.

Unfortunately, his cultivation time was too short to reach a higher level, and the things he could do were quite limited. One of them was using void runes to seal energy or objects.

"call out!"

Suddenly, the distant mountains and forests trembled. Yue Min came to report, his expression slightly solemn.

"Master Xuan, the leader of the Flying Immortal Sect has arrived, along with an elder..."

"Oh?"

Jiang Mo chuckled, having a general idea of ​​what was going on. He brushed his black robe aside and stood up with a smile.

"Go, have a look."

When the two arrived at Qingxin Hall, the Flying Immortal Sect Leader was serving an old man whose appearance had been completely ruined, pouring tea and water for him. Yao Wang felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and dared not even breathe loudly.

Upon their first meeting, the entire hall fell silent. Through those dark pupils, Jiang Mo could sense a divine aura even more powerful than that of Mu Jue.

And the old man's heart was also stirred.

His mastery of soul cultivation was extremely high. In just one instant, he was certain that the man's soul was flawless and complete, radiating a terrifying vitality that seemed to have no end, just like his appearance when he was young.

Although their postures were similar, their strengths were completely different. However, the old man was certain that Xuanzun was not the reincarnation of Shangzun.

It should be known that even if the reincarnation of a powerful being has a vigorous physical body, it cannot conceal the stench of a decaying soul.

The fact that Jiang Mo's soul showed no signs of aging proves that his current level of cultivation was achieved through a lifetime of practice.

"I am Ji Lingchuan, and I have come uninvited. Please forgive me, fellow Daoist."

The old man broke the silence first and spoke to Jiang Mo. His face was covered in rotting flesh, and his bluish-black veins were clearly visible. His voice was hoarse and dry like old tree bark.

"Senior, you're joking."

Jiang Mo entered the hall, took his seat in the main position, exuding authority, and responded in a calm voice:

"With the old man's supernatural powers, there is nowhere he cannot go, no matter how vast the world is. Why has he personally come to our sect? I wonder what brings him here?"

"Having heard of your remarkable deeds, I wished to see your true form, so I came here as well," the old man said calmly.

"These are turbulent times, I'm afraid my hospitality may be inadequate."

Jiang Mo stared at the old man surnamed Ji. Although the man's body was as thin as a piece of rotten wood, the power contained within it was not to be underestimated, and it was perfectly concealed, with not a trace of it leaking out.

"Fellow Daoist, are you determined to fight them?"

The old man noticed that Jiang Mo was injured, so he advised, "You are outnumbered, why not temporarily avoid the fray?"

"You can avoid it for a while, but can you avoid it forever? Since they're willing to come, I'll just deal with them."

"As for you, senior, are you also looking to join in the fun?"

Jiang Mo asked indirectly, his expression calm, gently shaking the teacup on the side of the table, a faint smile on his lips.

"Joining the fun? You could call it that. The main reason I came here is to see what kind of person this famous 'you' really is?"

"At first I guessed that he might be the reincarnation of a Dao Lord? But now it seems that he is not."

The old man sipped his tea, swallowed it, and spoke weakly, appearing terminally ill.

"Senior, you're joking."

Jiang Mo changed the subject, getting straight to the point:

"If I remember correctly, the Divine Descent Sect and your Flying Immortal Sect have a history of conflict."

Now that person has been born, do you have any ideas?

"If you need help, I can lend you a hand. While intercepting the old man from the Divine Descent Sect, I can hold off two more Masters for you. As for the remaining five, you'll have to figure out how to deal with them yourself."

A dangerous glint flashed in the old man's eyes, and his voice sent chills down one's spine.

The two demon kings present were instantly stunned, never expecting that this ugly old monster could hold back three masters all by himself.

"I need your help, senior. But what do you need in return? There's always a price to pay. Why don't you just tell me?"

Jiang Mo was somewhat tempted. It wasn't that he couldn't handle the eight masters alone, but that with helpers, he could kill those five even faster.

If all goes well, we might even be able to break into their secret territory and plunder it.

Once a master leaves the secret realm, they lose the ability to detonate it, which gave Jiang Mo the opportunity to plot.

"What about the ownership of the two secret realms?" the old man asked ambitiously.

"Senior, you're asking for an outrageous amount..."

Jiang Mo neither confirmed nor denied, but frowned slightly, and continued:

"There are eight sects that have come looking for trouble with me this time. Regardless of how many I can eventually take down, you probably know that as long as they have time to escape back to the secret realm, I can detonate the secret realm and everything will be reduced to nothing. How can I promise you two?"

"As long as you and I join forces, they won't be able to leave."

The old man insisted on his condition: "I won't ask for much, I just want the two secret realms."

"I can't say for sure what the situation is on your end, but none of the three Masters I intercepted will escape. That makes three here."

"As long as you have enough courage, we can take over the three secret realms directly."

"Can you really stop them? A king's word is his bond."

Jiang Mo was tempted. It was true that he could kill eight masters, but there must have been gaps in his record.

If they wanted to escape, he couldn't stop them all at the same time.

"really."

“Fellow Daoist, if you do not believe me, I can make a covenant with you.”

“If any one of the three masters escapes, I will relinquish the ownership of both secret realms to you.”

Seeing that Jiang Mo was showing signs of agreeing, the old man made a promise again. In this way, if the two cooperated, they would have at least the chance to annex three secret realms, but in reality, it would be more than that.

"it is good."

"Pleasant to work with."

Jiang Mo raised the teacup with his left hand and drank it all in one gulp.

"They can come anytime, and I will be there anytime."

"Fellow Daoist, you don't mind if I leave a spell mark here, do you?"

The old man raised his right hand, which was now just bones, and gently tapped the nearby square table made of Phoebe zhennan wood, asking for the owner's opinion.

"Ah."

With Jiang Mo's permission, the old man channeled his Qi into his palm, and then a complex and mysterious array pattern was imprinted on the table.

The conversation lasted about half an hour before the two members of the Flying Immortal Sect said their goodbyes and left.

Before the great battle, they dared not relax, especially Ji Lingchuan, who needed to go to the dojo in Kyoto to receive the baptism of millions of believers and accelerate the reconstruction of his physical body.

The next day.

Jiang Mo arrived at the back mountain and, across the distant void, located the two secret realms, Ninefold Mountain and Bliss Palace.

Using the unique techniques of the Void Palace, they constructed a portal in the void, handed over two Eternal Day Qi Pearls to Yao Wang and Yue Min, and set up multiple layers of barriers around it to conceal the demonic energy.

Meanwhile, the Nine Departments, having received advance notice, dispatched a large number of mechs and awakened individuals to assist in the evacuation of people in cities within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

Because the coordinates of Sanyi Gate are located in the coastal area of ​​southern Fujian Province, only about half of the area was affected, and the evacuation work was completed in the evening.

The setting sun was like blood, and the autumn wind was bleak.

Jiang Mo sat alone on the fourth floor of the Scripture Pavilion, cultivating with his eyes closed. His injuries were getting lighter and lighter, and his physical condition had recovered to nearly 4%, making him stronger than ever before.

Peak of the sixth level of the Profound Fate Realm!

With the seventh rank just a step away and the aid of the Supreme Being's memories, he is almost destined to step into that realm; all he lacks is time to mature.

The entire sect was eerily quiet, with only him remaining. A sudden evening breeze stirred, ruffling his long hair.

As night fell, Jiang Mo bathed and cleansed himself as usual, changed into a black robe, came to the memorial tablets of the sect's past sages, prayed sincerely, burned an incense stick, and then silently left.

.......

On October 3rd, in the evening, the time predicted by the moth arrived.

Jiang Mo sat alone on the stone steps in front of the mountain gate, leaning to one side, his left hand supporting his cheek, a playful smile on his face, gazing at the mountains and rivers under the setting sun, the undulating mountains as magnificent as a dragon's spine.

Gradually, the wind picked up, the void trembled, and the earth shook, as if it were the end of the world. Accompanied by a deafening howl, terrifying figures descended.

There was a Daoist deity whose image was thousands of meters tall, majestic as a mountain, with a divine halo hanging on his back, radiant with rosy light, and eyes like the sun and moon, looking down at the dust on the ground.

A sinister coffin stretched across the void, reaching dozens of kilometers away, while a horde of malevolent spirits howled and surged towards the sky, instantly obscuring the entire firmament like ink.