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

A faint smile played on Jiang Mo's lips. He knew it was a success.

"Let's go."

"Go see your master and venture into his den of demons."

Before arriving, Jiang Mo had already seen all the scenes contained in this timeline.

Chongyan, his strongest enemy, not only did not die in this era, but also cultivated an extremely terrifying demonic body, commanding twelve tribes of strange people in the northern frontier, plus a thousand evil cultivators.

There are more than a dozen Grandmaster-level experts, and three of them are confidants of the Supreme Grandmaster.

As for him... oh no, a more accurate term is "it," a species that no longer belongs to humans, and possesses combat power comparable to a peak first-order or even second-order Xuanming immortal on land.

"Master, are you nearby?"

During the conversation, Chengzhen had already transformed into clouds using his Qi, carrying the three of them into flight, and continued to advance in the northwest direction indicated by Jiang Mo.

"Yes, his territory should be four or five hundred miles away from here. He is a guy who seems to have a vague understanding of the reason for the sect's destruction a long time ago."

"Because the secluded sects in the secret realm were too powerful, and he did not have the complete Three Ones True Method, he could not withstand the pressure of knowing the truth, and he craved power. So he embarked on a path on which he had placed great hopes, stealing the mysteries of the bloodline of all spirits to merge with himself."

"In short, he's a tough guy who's not easy to deal with. Who among you is confident enough to take him on later?"

This statement immediately received a response.

"Then it must be me, the senior brother, who should go and test his abilities first, so as not to let him hurt my junior brother."

Without a second thought, Chengzhen smiled and accepted this tough task.

Although he was also suppressed by the laws of the world, his situation was much better than Jiang Mo's, and he still maintained a combat strength of around the second level of the Profound Fate Realm.

Furthermore, at this point in 1940, Chengzhen estimated that the grandmaster he had never met should have possessed strength no less than that of his uncle during the attack on the southern border.

Although I am not certain of victory, I am certainly qualified to fight back; it's just that the outcome is uncertain.

"Senior brother, alright, you go and spar with him first. If that doesn't work, the two of us will take care of him together."

Zhuge Yu rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to try, his smile exceptionally confident.

"it is good."

Chengzhen smiled and indicated that he had no objection. He formed a hand seal and accelerated the speed of the Qi cloud, which covered more than a thousand meters in an instant. In just a few minutes, he arrived at the center of the Northern Frontier.

The environment there is even harsher and more desolate, with steep and rugged peaks everywhere and endless barren yellow soil. The climate is dry and cold, and the sky for nearly a hundred miles around is a gloomy, dark black, with a strong sense of malevolence that makes it seem like a living hell.

"call out!--"

A silver light fell to the ground, and Jiang Mo, Cheng Zhen, and Zhuge Yu arrived near their destination.

In the distance, there is a huge ancient village built against the mountain. There are countless bonfires, and thick ash smoke rises slowly from them. Countless buildings are built together in a narrow and crowded manner, and they seem to be on the verge of collapse at any moment.

Looking around, the winding plank roads within the village lead in all directions, with one chaotic intersection after another. These roads are teeming with busy people, responsible for forging magical artifacts, brewing elixirs, and so on.

Meanwhile, screams and pleas could be heard throughout the ancient village, mostly from merchants from the south or prisoners captured by nearby tribes.

The fate of most of these prisoners was the same: they were to be bled to death, and their mutilated bodies were used as medicine.

As for the prisoners who were physically weak, their plight was even more tragic. Dozens of them were hung in front of the village gate, their faces pale with despair, long since lifeless, their eyes filled with a deathly gray, thick with deep resentment.

Their lower bodies were all hollowed out by crows and vultures, and were highly decomposed. Even in the frosty winter, the stench of corpses still permeated the air.

At the gate of the ancient village, a dozen evil cultivators were stationed. The towers on both sides were also guarded by evil cultivators. They were dressed in black robes, with pale and sinister faces, rugged bones, and abnormally scarlet eyes.

Jiang Mo calmly gazed at these blood streams, a masterpiece of Chong Yan's unconventional approach. He used his own demonic blood to infect the evil cultivators under his command, accelerating their cultivation speed and enhancing their power, while also draining their lifespan and obtaining one-third of their cultivation achievements compared to his own.

One or two people, or a dozen or so, may not show a significant effect, but when it comes to hundreds, thousands, or even thousands of people, the effect will only grow bigger and bigger like a snowball as the number accumulates, and the effect will be terrifying. The specific upper limit of the number is still unknown.

Furthermore, Chongyan's demonic blood has the effect of evolving ordinary people into superhumans. The process is as agonizing as purgatory, and people with ordinary physique and willpower simply cannot withstand it. In other words, evil cultivators who can become blood followers must at least have the potential to nourish their cultivation.

79 years ago, Jiang Mo ventured here alone and fought against the Blood Clan. He suffered a lot, and the beating by hundreds of people depleted nearly half of his strength. He was forced into a desperate situation and had no choice but to burn his lifespan in a desperate battle.

He clearly remembered that the demonic blood, which was a mixture of curses, witchcraft, and the power of various creatures' bloodlines, was also a deadly weapon, which could be regarded as a deadly poison.

Even for superhumans, if they get even a little bit of it, at best their skin will ulcerate and their muscles will wither, at worst they will lose their humanity and become monsters.

"Uncle-Master, should I take action directly?"

Chengzhen asked Jiang Mo for his opinion. With a flick of his right hand, fire energy surged and condensed into a long spear flowing with fiery lava.

"Yes, be careful not to get his blood on you, and proceed with caution."

Jiang Mo gave a few brief instructions, his brows furrowing slightly, and then made further arrangements:

"Zhuge, move out as many of the living hostages as possible, to make room for your senior brother and prevent him from killing the prisoners."

"Yes, please wait a moment, I'll get started right away."

Zhuge Yu nodded in agreement, then stomped his right foot, and an invisible yet magnificent magic array instantly expanded from beneath his feet, enveloping the ancient village and locking down a large number of evil cultivators and imprisoned hostages within its range.

"Come--!"

With a soft shout, his true energy erupted, the formation went into overdrive, and many directions reversed and changed. Nearly a hundred men, women, and children, dressed in rags, were transported out by him and landed on an open ground hundreds of meters behind him.

The biting wind was fierce and piercing, like a sharp blade cutting into their faces. The prisoners screamed in panic, not understanding what was happening. Their teeth chattered from the cold, and they huddled on the ground, shivering.

"Separation, furnace!"

Zhuge Yu then used another ingenious method, and a cluster of flames suddenly appeared in front of the prisoners, growing larger in the wind and transforming into a huge furnace, radiating terrifying heat that completely drove away the chill from their bodies.

"Great! Which tribe's expert has arrived?"

"Thank God!!!"

"Woo-coo-coo!"

"Woo-coo-coo!"

Before the prisoners could even rejoice for long, their faces turned pale, and they became as anxious and uneasy as startled birds.

The ancient and somber horn sounded from the old village, signifying an enemy attack. After it was sounded, the evil cultivators quickly noticed something was wrong: the 'medicinal ingredient' imprisoned in the cell had disappeared! They all rushed out in droves.

"Da da da..."

Chengzhen skillfully tied her hair back with her left hand, stepped onto the cold and hard mountain ground, and walked calmly toward the ancient village. In her right hand, she held a fiery spear, as if she intended to strike directly at the heart of the village and sweep away all obstacles.

"Enemy attack! There are intruders! Kill them!"

"It was him who did it! The medicinal ingredients were stolen, let's attack together."

The leader standing atop the stockade tower roared angrily, and the swarming evil cultivator guards, like numb puppets, rushed out of the gate and attacked the white-clad figure in front of them.

"Boom!!"

Chengzhen thrust his spear forward, his true qi flowing through the meridians of his right arm, unleashing a terrifyingly powerful strike, like a roaring fire dragon charging straight ahead.

A fierce wind howled, and the dragon shadow, wreathed in flames, was hundreds of meters long, an exaggerated size beyond imagination. In the blink of an eye, the evil cultivators who had just rushed a distance away suddenly had their pupils dilate as they were engulfed by the flames that were right next to them.

"Boom!"

That was a devastating blow that shook the heavens and the earth. The dozens of evil cultivators who were closest to it didn't even utter a sound before they exploded into a bloody mist.

Then the dragon shadow forged from flames struck the ancient village gate with the force of thunder. Along its path, another group of evil cultivators fell like straw, letting out a roar that was somewhere between a beast and a human. Their limbs were scattered, and they died on the spot.

"Boom!"

In less than half a breath's time, there was no time to stop it. The raging flames rushed into the fortified village, exploding like a fiercely burning cannonball. Smoke billowed and roars rang out one after another. The huge building collapsed into ruins.

Nearly a thousand evil cultivators were affected. Those who were weaker were severely injured and lay on the ground, barely clinging to life. Hundreds of elite evil cultivators were in a sorry state, with varying degrees of injury, and their combat power was greatly reduced.

On the ruins, a dozen or so evil cultivators with powerful Qi cast hateful and furious glances their way.

As they watched the white figure slowly approaching, a sense of familiarity arose within them, especially the distinctive frosty hair, which involuntarily reminded them of the same terrifying scene.

Similar scenes have occurred more than once. Decades ago, twenty years ago, and more than ten years ago, white-haired men of different ages came from the south to attack their ancient village.

The most powerful of these was the one in the middle, which depleted the entire ancient village's resources. The Grandmaster and the Supreme Grandmaster were almost all killed in battle, and even their village chief was brought to the brink of death. It took him ten years to recover and return to his peak.

As for the later visitor, he was very old and was defeated in less than a few dozen rounds. He was beheaded by the chieftain and his head was thrown into medicine.

The several supreme masters in the stronghold all knew some inside stories. This seemingly fateful entanglement stemmed from the fact that their stronghold leader was a Qi-cultivating sect in the Minnan province, and the stronghold leader had once been a disciple there.

The crowd, regaining their senses, wore solemn expressions. In every incident like this, ordinary experts from the stronghold were no match for these troublemakers. Only the stronghold chief could suppress them with effortless ease.

The chieftain is currently in seclusion. If their fighting here disturbs his cultivation, given his unpredictable nature, they will likely all die, regardless of their relationship to him.

"Halt!"

A hoarse voice shouted. The speaker was one of the three evil cultivators under Chongyan, named Wangshui. He was over a hundred years old, with white hair, cloudy eyes, skin like withered tree bark, and a thin figure, yet he exuded an ominous plague aura.

"You're not qualified yet."

"Chongyan, get out here!"

Chengzhen's cold eyes narrowed, and his afterimage vanished like a ghost. He launched a fierce attack in an instant, so fast that the three great evil cultivators, including Wangshui, were caught off guard.

"Boom!!"

The rolling lava followed the spear tip, sweeping across and hitting its target in the blink of an eye, giving no chance to dodge.

"boom--!"

Ten Grandmasters and three Supreme Grandmasters were all severely injured, coughing up blood, with most of their skin burned, and emitting hysterical howls.

"?"

Cheng Zhen became wary. With such a commotion, why hadn't that person shown up yet?

Thinking of this, he locked onto the place with the heaviest Yin energy in the village, activated his true power, and slammed his palm down on the ground. In the next instant, countless rocks and soil began to decompose, and a certain secret room hidden in the cave, like a sandcastle being flooded, dissolved in an instant.

"Boom!!!"

In that instant, boundless black blood energy surged from the ground, vast and mighty, as if it had pierced through the entrance to the eighteen levels of hell, releasing an unknown and terrifying ferocious beast.

"It's...it's the chieftain?!"

The evil cultivators, who were lying on the ground, paralyzed and injured, showed excitement in their eyes. They had seen their leader, and the immense pressure suddenly lessened.

"We've gone...we've taken it a step further!"

Several unorthodox cultivators who were also supreme masters let out fanatical and worshipful laughter, repeatedly praising them.

The power of Chongyan means that the power that the demon blood can give them is even more extreme. As blood followers, they are the first to feel the restless power in their bodies and have begun to approach a bottleneck of some kind of transformation.

"Wow—"

Amidst the manic, faint laughter, a burly figure appeared.

Emerging from the black mist, the old man had tiger-like eyes, a solid chest, and muscles all over his body that contained terrifying power. His appearance was majestic and his aura domineering.

He wore a magnificent long brown maple robe, his hair was gray, and the wrinkles on his face showed the vicissitudes of life. He seemed tired and haggard, yet also spirited. At first glance, he gave people the illusion of a king looking down upon them.

"!!!"

Not far away, Zhuge Yu, who was in charge of looking after Jiang Mo, suddenly widened his eyes, filled with shock. This person actually gave him a strong sense of death threat. In this era, there was such a terrifying powerhouse.

You must know that he has the cultivation level of the second stage of Xuanming, plus the mastery of Wuhou Qimen and Fenghou Qimen. Even so, he probably still can't defeat that person.

It is conceivable just how cruel this demon's suppression of the strongest of his time was; it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was unparalleled in the world.

However, after emerging from seclusion, Chongyan, adapting to his transformed body, exhaled a small breath of black qi, stared at Chengzhen with interest, and asked:

"Junior, whose disciple are you?"

"Old Ghost, have you thought of your last words?"

Instead of answering, Chengzhen asked a question. He felt the oppressive feeling of being only a hair's breadth away from death, but he was calm and fearless in the face of battle. He also had an absolute belief in killing this demonic cultivator.

If he were not subject to the suppression of the world's laws, he could easily kill this guy, whose strength was similar to that of an ordinary demon general, with one hand.

"Ha, you've got a temper, young man."

Chongyan was not angry; instead, his eyes showed more appreciation. However, after he finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze as he sensed a familiar aura nearby.

"It's you?!"

"Since you're here, why not show yourself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chongyan spotted his nemesis's location and unleashed a bolt of blood-red lightning as thick as a water vat.

"Bang!" Chengzhen cut off the lightning with a single shot, remaining firmly in place and refusing to retreat.

"Senior Uncle, please forgive my rudeness, but I have come here today to borrow your head."

Jiang Mo appeared in front of the ancient village gate. He met the old man's gaze, looked him straight in the eye, and smiled slightly: "How have you been?"

“…”

Chongyan's heart was filled with turmoil. He couldn't believe that his nephew, whom he had personally killed, had come back to life and was standing perfectly fine in front of him.