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

The elderly man at the head of the group had white hair but a youthful face, a tall and imposing figure, and carried three ancient swords on his back. He exuded a weathered yet heroic air, and his face was etched with the marks of time.

Beside him stood a young girl in a light blue dress, with bright eyes and white teeth, her face as pure as a lotus flower after all artifice had been washed away, and a slender and tall figure.

She seemed somewhat uneasy, her pale gray pupils as beautiful as amber, especially when she saw the two masters sitting solemnly in the ancient hall, they shrank even more noticeably, she felt an unprecedented tension, her heart pounding.

"Greetings, Master Uncle, greetings, Venerable Xuan. I am Xuanhua, and this is my disciple, Mu Xian."

The Supreme Elder of the Flying Immortal Sect gave a brief introduction.

Not only was Mu Xian nervous, but he also had the same reaction.

Having slain eight Masters, the strongest Xuanzun in the mortal realm appeared before him. When the old man looked at him, it was as if he were looking up at an ancient Heavenly Venerable sitting cross-legged outside the Thirty-Three Heavens. He was extremely shocked. His majesty was awe-inspiring, as majestic as a ten-thousand-foot mountain.

"Greetings, Master; greetings, Venerable Xuanzun."

Mu Xian bowed in greeting, her expression moved, but she quickly recovered. A slight ripple stirred within her heart, the kind of emotion that only arises when a believer and the one being believed in meet.

“…”

Jiang Mo looked at the girl and had a sense of déjà vu. He vaguely remembered a fragment of her voice when he first came into contact with the power of faith. She was one of the many believers whose voice he heard.

"Since you're here, there's no need for formalities. State your terms."

Jiang Mo spoke gently, not tracing the girl's past through her memories, but directly getting to the point.

“…”

Mu Xian's pupils contracted slightly. She hadn't expected the question to come so suddenly, but she did possess an extraordinary air of confidence, and instantly answered fluently:

"I humbly request that you capture an ancient demon king for me to protect my path."

Ancient Demon Kings refer to old monsters who are over a thousand years old. Unlike the Taotie, which only knows how to eat and has lived for eight hundred years, these ancient demon kings are overlords who shake the world. They are almost equal to the rulers, with similar or even stronger strength.

"can."

"This is just a matter of convenience, but let me make it clear to you, if you can't handle it, you will have to bear any consequences yourself."

Jiang Mo solemnly explained that although he had the means to enslave demon kings, he was by no means omnipotent. In theory, as long as the demon kings were willing to perish together, they could kill a low-level cultivator like Mu Xian with just a glance.

Between the two, there was only a transaction, no affection. Jiang Mo granted her wish, but he didn't care whether she lived or died.

"Yes! I understand. I am willing to bear all the consequences, even if I lose my life, am envied by others, or am killed by the Demon King, it has nothing to do with you."

Mu Xian's voice was clear and bright.

She knew that she had no background and came from humble origins, so she couldn't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If she wanted to gain a foothold in the Flying Immortal Sect and not be suppressed by her fellow disciples, relying solely on her master was far from enough.

If I go out to gain experience in the future, I can't keep troubling my master with everything.

Therefore, what she wanted most was an ancient demon king as a protector, to be kept by her side in case of need.

"Sir, and her master, I have no objections. Do you also agree?" Jiang Mo asked the two elderly people.

The ancient demon king is ultimately too dangerous. If he refuses to be enslaved and chooses to go berserk rather than surrender, Mu Xian will surely die. In fact, it might even cause bloodshed in the Flying Immortal Sect. That's why he reminded him again.

"Let her go. I will take other measures to protect her. I'm sorry to trouble you, Venerable Xuan."

The Flying Immortal Master smiled with satisfaction. He saw a ruthless and greedy side in this junior, which he appreciated and was willing to help him.

He could also capture the ancient demon king alive and enslave him, but it would come at a price, far less efficient than Xuanzun's method. Therefore, he expressed his gratitude.

"As her master, my lifespan is limited, and I cannot accompany her for long. It is ultimately good to have a demon king protecting her. I thank the Venerable Xuanzun here."

Xuanhua quickly bowed, and pulled Muxian along with him; the master and disciple bowed deeply.

"Within a week, I will deliver the Demon King into your hands."

"Okay, thank you."

Mu Xian breathed a sigh of relief, her smile radiant, full of anticipation for the future.

"Come here," Jiang Mo beckoned.

Mu Xian stepped closer, slowed his breathing, calmed his tense mood, and quickly relaxed. His eyes were filled with awe, and his expression was devout.

Jiang Mo extended his right hand and gently placed it on the Baihui acupoint on the top of the girl's head. He circulated his true energy and began to sense her physical structure. There were many special inscriptions in her body, imprinted between her tendons, bones and blood vessels, as if she was born with them and had hidden great potential.

Jiang Mo deconstructed and copied the inscriptions one by one, his brows furrowing slightly as he fell into thought.

He then took a few drops of the girl's blood. The whole process wasn't too complicated. At least, before the Ancient Universe Physique awakened, there was a chance to replicate it later.

"alright....."

After a long while, Jiang Mo released his right hand, having collected all the information he could. Now, all that awaited him was endless experimentation.

The girl looked up at him and said:

"If you ever need my help again in the future, I'll come anytime."

"talk later."

Jiang Mo smiled, neither confirming nor denying. He was still nearly 50% confident in replicating the ancient physique. Although there were flaws in the later imitation, it was still within his acceptable range.

The meeting between the two sides lasted less than half an hour. Jiang Mo then used the excuse of going into seclusion to send Fei Xian Yu Zhu away with Xuan Hua and Mu Xian to prepare for the great battle.

After seeing them off, Si Chong hesitated for a long time before finally speaking:

"Sigh, junior brother, all that you've done might cost you your life. Is it worth it?"

"Don't worry, I'm confident. Who can predict what will happen in the future?"

"Even without the matter of resurrecting my master and senior brother Zuo, coming into contact with innate Dao embryos like the Ancient Universe Physique has been very beneficial to me."

Jiang Mo remained calm and composed, showing no fear whatsoever of divine retribution.

Because he knew that no matter how powerful the divine punishment was, it was only about the same as the light of destruction, and he could handle it.

"Senior brother, I need you to keep this a secret for now."

"It's good that you know. There's no need to tell everyone. I don't want them to hold onto a vague hope and wait in vain for a hundred years. Man proposes, God disposes. When it's done, they will come back."

Seeing Jiang Mo's resolute expression, the old man sighed repeatedly and lowered his head to give him his advice:

"Okay... Just be careful and do your best."

"Ah."

Night falls in the Heavenly Kingdom. Jiang Mo is alone in the vast and boundless starry sky, where time flows at a rate that corresponds to one hour outside the world for one year.

"Boom!"

"call out!"

Jiang Mo opened a jade bottle, and a drop of Mu Xian's essence blood flew out. Instantly, it was enveloped by a shimmering white aura. As Jiang Mo activated his mind, a trickle of innate qi seeped into the blood and began to replicate.

"Gurgle!!!"

In pursuit of perfection, Jiang Mo concentrated his mind and slowed down the process. The essence blood floating in the void increased, becoming more and more abundant and full of vitality. Gradually, a figure slept within it.

Time passed silently, and half a month later, the initial drop of essence blood had transformed into a blood pool, tens of feet long and wide, suspended in the void, filled with fresh and dripping blood.

Realizing that he was almost ready, Jiang Mo displayed all the inscriptions in his mind and immediately took action, manipulating a splash of blood to combine with the primordial energy surrounding him, continuously generating flesh, bones, and internal organs.

Soon, after several days, a physical body that resembled him was created.

Jiang Mo used his fingers as a brush, transforming Qi into ink. His fingertips traced patterns in the void, and dense inscriptions were immediately created, continuously entering the suspended body of the puppet, just as they filled the core of the puppet.

"Boom!!"

Before the replication was even complete, Jiang Mo realized that he was going to fail. The surface of that clone was covered with hideous cracks, and it seemed that it could not withstand the power of those innate inscriptions.

However, he was not discouraged and continued to try to soften the repulsive reaction between the two forces by making a light stroke on the engraved inscription.

This time, however, the clone's physical body remained intact, while the inscriptions written on its sinews, bones, and internal organs dissipated on their own, like dust being swept away.

“…”

The series of failures did not dampen Jiang Mo's spirits. He pondered again, made adjustments, weakened the power of the spare body and the inscriptions, and fused them together.

The third attempt was somewhat successful, and the cracks disappeared.

The fourth time, Jiang Mo mastered the art of carving inscriptions, knowing how to retain the most essential abilities in the simplest form while concealing some superfluous inscriptions.

The fifth time, the clone and the inscription resonated, unleashing a powerful vitality, but ultimately went out of control and exploded during the nurturing process.

The sixth attempt, following the same approach, failed...

The seventh time, the power of the inscription failed to merge with the clone, instantly destroying it and leaving only ashes.

The eighth attempt failed...

In the blink of an eye, three years had passed in the Heavenly Kingdom. After 29 failures, Jiang Mo finally managed to create a complete ancient physique, which he was very satisfied with.

At the same time, he also felt a bit tired. As his cultivation level steadily improved, the time that Heaven could accommodate him was getting shorter and shorter. In the past, he could cultivate for three years without even taking a breath, but now it was different, and he was experiencing negative mental feedback.

Soon after, Jiang Mo separated a wisp of consciousness and placed it in the brain of the ancient cosmic physique's clone, where it resonated and was refined.

Once he succeeded, he was able to control both his main body and his clone simultaneously. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left, leaving his clone to meditate in the Heavenly Kingdom.

"Buzz!"

Inside the library, a transparent and colorless vortex slowly opened, and a tall and straight figure emerged.

Back in reality, Jiang Mo let out a soft sigh, closed his eyes, sat quietly, and began to meditate, trying to recover his depleted mental energy as quickly as possible.

.......

Late at night, in a forbidden area of ​​the Wanfa Sect, the cold moon hung high, illuminating several figures in a mountain pavilion.

An elderly man in black, nearing the end of his life, placed a chess piece down, his face cold and stern, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

His opponent in the game was a handsome, refined middle-aged man, and beside them was an elderly man watching the game.

"Fellow Daoist, what's your decision?"

The master from the Divine Descent Sect asked softly, not forgetting to remind him, "Once this opportunity is gone, it will be hard to have another one like this."

"Must be beaten?"

The old man in black frowned and asked in return. He was the master of the Myriad Laws Sect. Not long after he woke up, he was visited by people from the Divine Descent Sect and the Samsara Palace, who tried to win him over to attack the Flying Immortal Sect and the Three Ones Sect.

"There is no room for easing."

The Divine Lord of the Divine Realm spoke succinctly: the loss of a secret realm that the sect had cultivated for many years was no less than a blood feud, and none of the old monsters of the Divine Realm Sect, including himself, could swallow their anger.

"Heh, you guys are really something. You have a history of grudges, but now you're shaking hands and making peace. It seems that the old ghost of the Flying Immortal Sect and the Master of the Trinity Sect have put you in a very awkward position."

Master of All Laws holds a chess piece, casually places it on the board, and delivers a decisive blow, ending the game.

He hadn't forgotten the grudges he'd had with the Divine Descent Sect and the Reincarnation Palace, so his attitude was somewhat cold, clearly indicating his unwillingness to help them.

"The enemy of my enemy may not necessarily be unable to be my friend."

"Your Wanfa Sect has already emerged into the world. In the future, who knows what might cause a conflict with them? With your sect's strength alone, if I may be frank, you will always be suppressed by them and have to act according to their wishes."

"Are you truly willing to accept this situation, fellow Daoist?"

The Divine Master's gaze grew cold:

"Although we had some grudges in the past, they were just minor squabbles."

"At the worst point, even the sect leaders under their respective jurisdictions did not die; only some disciples and elders died. Not to mention our Master, we can just let it go."

"But this time is different from the past. The masters of the Flying Immortal Sect and the Trinity Sect have joined forces to rule the vast Nine Provinces."

"Their power is so great that it cannot be controlled. If we let them develop unchecked, sooner or later, our secret realm, along with all the resources of the human world, will become their targets for plunder."

"Taiqing Palace, Creation Gate, Stepping Void Hall, Ninefold Mountain, Bliss Palace, Ice Flame Valley, Ancient Spring Ruins, Longevity Lake, Soul Refining Mountain, including the Mount Tai Secret Realm under the jurisdiction of one of my junior brothers, a total of ten masters were slaughtered by the two of them."

"Fellow Daoist, do you think you can withstand these two joining forces? You understand the principle of the strong preying on the weak and the survival of the fittest. Now is the best opportunity. If you don't seize the moment, when will you?"

“However, I have no grudge against them, and you have no reason for me to take action against you.” The old man in black indicated his refusal.

Upon hearing this, the Divine Lord was so angry he laughed, and said bluntly:

"Fellow Daoist, even at this point, you still harbor illusions and want to talk to me about grudges?"

"They are the ones who wield power. Killing you and destroying your sect is as easy as turning their hand. Do they need a reason?"

"..."

The old man in black remained silent. He was in a weaker position and dared not be overconfident, nor was he confident in dealing with the Flying Immortal Master and the Xuanzun of the Three Ones Sect.

Just as the middle-aged man from the Divine Descent Sect said, if he were the one with power, he would absolutely expand his sect by any means necessary, plunder cultivation resources, seize by force, and kill anyone who dared to stand in his way. He would do whatever he pleased.

Moreover, he had never dealt with Xuanzun or Feixian Yuzhu, and only felt deep apprehension towards them, regarding them as potential formidable enemies, like hunters walking in a dark forest, wary of each other.

Noticing that the Master of All Laws was wavering, the old man who had accompanied him stroked his beard and laughed, saying: