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

After saying that, Jiang Mo casually conjured a talisman that said "A Thousand Miles in an Inch" and handed it to the Wolf King.

"Yes! Thank you, Venerable Master! Thank you, Venerable Master! I will certainly eliminate this threat for you."

The wolf king was overjoyed; this was a lucrative position.

Unlike other Masters, the Chaos Swamp Lizard has no secret realm to rely on, so it certainly wouldn't dare to flee back to its fiefdom to await its death. In other words, if it goes there now, it will most likely be able to intercept the rare and precious materials of that fiefdom.

"Go ahead. Also, I need a portion of your essence blood." Jiang Mo stated the reason directly, for the disciples within the sect to use in their cultivation.

"Alright, it's nothing, you're welcome."

The Wolf King was straightforward, not even flinching, and decisively took out a bottle of essence blood and handed it to Jiang Mo. Then he hurriedly set off to conquer the territory of the Chaos Swamp Lizard.

“Master, senior, I should return to my sect now. Let’s stay in touch.”

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the Jade Pool Master took his leave.

"No delivery."

In the ruins of the entire battlefield, only the Blood Demon Bull, Jiang Mo, and the Flying Immortal Master remained. A void portal opened, which they crossed.

Beyond the Flying Immortal Realm lies a scene resembling a fairyland, lush and verdant, with wisps of mist and a spiritual energy concentration far exceeding that of other regions. High mountains and flowing water combine movement and stillness, while birds and beasts frolic among the trees, creating a vivid ink painting.

This is Shennongjia, a place steeped in mythology since ancient times, and rumored to be haunted by various wild men and ferocious beasts.

Deeper still, a cloud-colored fissure hangs upside down in the void, connected to the entire unnamed mountain.

Many disciples and elders of the Flying Immortal Sect were stationed nearby on patrol. Upon seeing the return of the Flying Immortal Master, they all knelt down to welcome him, their shouts shaking the heavens.

"call out--!"

Several afterimages flashed by as they entered the secret realm. What immediately appeared before Jiang Mo's eyes was an endless sea of ​​clouds, with one majestic and solemn building after another scattered on the thousands of feet high mountains. The sea of ​​clouds they were in was only halfway up the mountain.

"Good place."

Jiang Mo, a newcomer, made this assessment.

He was surprised to find that the spiritual energy here was of a higher quality than any other secret realm he had ever visited. Even the Three Realms Secret Realm, which had devoured multiple secret realms, far surpassed it in quantity, but its quality was inferior.

"It's really quite ingenious..." Blood Python Demon Bull couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

It has occupied many blessed lands and grottoes of demon kings throughout its life, but compared to this place, they are far inferior.

The feeling of complete physical relaxation is exceptionally natural; the spiritual energy, like a veil, gently caresses the body, bringing a refreshing sensation.

"Gentlemen, you flatter us. We are merely receiving the blessing of our ancestor."

The Flying Immortal Master frankly explained that the Flying Immortal Secret Realm they are seeing now is a secret realm that has been modified by the Flying Immortal Daoist.

The elder reduced the original area to one-third, increasing the concentration of spiritual energy. At the same time, he also forged a towering pillar in the center of the secret realm, reaching into the clouds and stretching for tens of thousands of feet. Its effect was to refine the spiritual energy within the secret realm, making it purer and of higher quality, making it easier for future disciples to build a more solid foundation. Therefore, they were naturally superior to disciples from other sects.

As he said, the Immortal-Refining Heavenly Pillar stood in front of them, undoubtedly the tallest building in the entire secret realm, visible from anywhere.

Jiang Mo gazed into the distance, secretly thinking that if he had the opportunity in the future, he would also forge this powerful tool that would lay the foundation for generations to come for the younger generation in his sect.

"How was it, Venerable Xuanzun? Did it catch your eye?"

As the group passed the Immortal Refining Heavenly Pillar, the Flying Immortal Master asked Jiang Mo a question.

"Um....."

Jiang Mo looked up and saw the magnificent and majestic immortal pillar, which was constantly flowing with immortal light like a stream, like a galaxy of silk hanging from the sky, all of which was pure spiritual energy without any impurities.

Such profound knowledge is exaggerated to the extreme; no wonder it has the reputation of being the number one sect in the world.

"It's a pity that the patriarch didn't pass down the secret method of how this immortal pillar was forged. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind sharing it with the Venerable Xuanzun."

The Flying Immortal Master, being outspoken, continued, "It's shameful to say, but we were clearly practicing the same cultivation method. Our ancestor walked the path of seeking the Dao without any good teacher to guide him, yet he still managed to achieve such great feats in the end."

"And we, his successors, inherit his legacy, but due to our limited talents, we cannot do better than him."

"Perhaps in his eyes, this Heavenly Pillar is nothing more than a transformation method within the Flying Immortal Scripture, so he did not elaborate on it. But it is difficult for us disciples, who have hesitated for thousands of years, and none of us can keep up with him."

"There was none before, and who can predict the future? After all, your Flying Immortal Sect has just received another disciple with an innate physique, hasn't it?"

Jiang Mo couldn't help but tease, "The Flying Immortal Sect is really lucky. Every innate physique is like a favorite of the heavens. It's only a matter of time before they become Dao Lords. It could be as fast as a hundred years or as slow as two hundred years."

"Then I will accept your kind words." The old man chuckled.

During their conversation, they bypassed a large number of mountains and arrived at Feixian Peak, located in the center of the secret realm, and Tianyan Peak, the mountain to the left.

"go!"

"Let's go and pay our respects to that senior gentleman; he must have been waiting for us for a long time."

As the Flying Immortal Master spoke, the three figures instantly pierced through space and landed in a thatched hut on Tianyan Peak. A gentle breeze blew around them, and the area was filled with straight and tall purple thunder bamboo.

On a bamboo chair in front of the hut sat an old man with white hair. His face was pale and his eyes were lifeless. He was so old that he was even older than the Flying Immortal Master. The smell of his soul and flesh decaying together was impossible to suppress.

"Greetings, Senior Uncle Xianhua!"

Upon meeting, the Flying Immortal Master bowed respectfully with his hands clasped. Although he was a master of a realm, he was still the junior of the old man before him. In his youth, he had followed the old man for a period of time to learn the art of divination. At that time, he was only a little over a hundred years old, while Xuan Hua was already several hundred years old.

It is no exaggeration to say that, apart from his grandmasters Feixian Daojun and Tianyan Daojun, he is the longest-lived person in both sects, living for over seven hundred years.

Aside from the blood coffin, the more important reason is that Xuan Hua's physique is also one of the innate physical constitutions, the Longevity Body. However, the Longevity Dao Lord and his lineage turned into dust in the great war with the demon race more than 6,000 years ago, leaving no trace.

As for Xianhua, he could only rely on his own exploration and practice of the Tianyan Sect's techniques. After a lifetime, the former achieved some success, while the latter reached the pinnacle.

With the blessing of the Longevity Body, he was able to withstand many divine punishments and glimpse the inevitable future, rather than trying to reduce errors and deduce the closest possible outcome based on his own cultivation level. In fact, in the later stages of his life, he vaguely reached a realm comparable to the Heavenly Evolution Dao Lord.

In a sense, he was a flawed master, possessing general combat strength but lacking a secret realm to accompany him. Unfortunately, secret realms are hard to find in the world, and the Flying Immortal Sect only had one. Otherwise, with the old man's cultivation level, he would definitely have been able to refine it.

Two years ago, after destroying the eight secret realms, the Flying Immortal Sect acquired two of them. Ji Lingchuan had made arrangements: one for his disciple, the Flying Immortal Sect Leader, and the other for the old man before him. However, the old man politely declined, explaining that his body was declining and his soul would not last more than a few decades. Rather than wasting it on him, he suggested choosing a capable person within the sect to occupy it. In the end, he yielded the throne to a senior elder.

These inside details were all given to Jiang Mo by the Flying Immortal Master before his arrival. Upon seeing the old man, he bowed respectfully with both hands clasped, and greeted him.

"Junior Chen Qing greets Senior Xian Hua."

"Lord of the Human Realm, it is truly my honor to receive such a great salute from an old man. Come, young friend, have a seat."

Xianhua's voice was hoarse. When he laughed, his aged skin trembled slightly. He had no teeth left, and even his tongue had shrunk to a large extent. He struggled to raise his wiry arm and patted the bamboo stool beside him.

"Very well, then I will be grateful for your guidance."

Jiang Mo understood the old man's intention, quickly stepped forward, sat down, picked up the teapot on the bamboo table, and poured tea for the old man.

"Thanks...."

Taking the teacup, Xianhua took a small sip to moisten her throat, remained silent for a few breaths, and carefully organized her thoughts before slowly telling him:

“Young friend, I already knew what you were asking before you arrived….”

"However, my body can no longer support me to make calculations, and even... if I were in my prime, I wouldn't be very confident."

"Senior, you've worked hard. I don't demand anything from you. I hope you take care of yourself."

Jiang Mo said respectfully, not wanting to cause the old man to pass away prematurely because of himself.

"That's natural. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to."

Xianhua gave a wry smile. He and this junior hit it off immediately, simply because he had seen all of Jiang Moran's life so far before making the calculations. It was legendary and his life was so exciting that it was rare to see such a person in history. He opened up to him like an elder looking at a younger neighbor.

"The events involving the Divine Descent Sect are of immense karmic significance, and are beyond our control."

“I can’t calculate it, but I know that if you take a few more steps forward, you will be prepared for the future, and all the difficulties will be easily solved.”

"Senior, your instructions are too kind."

Jiang Mo knew that what the old man was talking about was the ninth level of the Profound Fate Realm, a realm that was far beyond his imagination.

He is currently at the peak of the 6th rank and will have to wait about seven or eight years before he can break through to the 7th rank. Each subsequent rank is more difficult than the last, and it's unknown when he will be able to reach the 9th rank.

Before he could finish speaking, he was refuted by Xianhua, who chuckled softly, his tone unusually firm:

"No, you can do it..."

"I hope."

Jiang Mo smiled noncommittally.

"Furthermore, the path you are about to take—cultivating the Ancient Universe Dao Body, entering the River of Time, and resurrecting the dead—is not a shortcut, but a wrong path."

Xuan Hua abruptly changed the subject, pointing out his current problem, which surprised Jiang Mo, who couldn't help but ask, "How do you know? Please enlighten me, senior."

"If even a person with a complete innate constitution cannot do something, then it is even more impossible for someone with a defective acquired constitution."

Xuan Hua slowly revealed the truth of history, saying, "I am not belittling you, but even the ancient Zhou Daojun who went the furthest on this path did not resurrect his deceased wife, children, and teachers as rumored."

"You mean..."

"The truth is that he was driven to the brink by several masters of the Divine Descent Sect, and fled into the River of Time. His whereabouts have been unknown ever since. His disciples were secretly replaced, manipulated, and killed. Everything you know about the sect's ascension is nothing but a wild fantasy."

Xianhua slowly recounted that long history.

Even the Flying Immortal Master, who was listening in, was very surprised, as this was completely different from what he knew.

Chapter 474 A Treasure Inheriting the Will of Heaven and Earth

"Everything is preordained; I'll just take it one step at a time and see what happens."

"If that path works, it's icing on the cake; if not, it's alright."

Jiang Mo's tone was very calm, with a warm smile on his lips. He did not feel disappointed or frustrated by the old man's words.

The truth about the Ancient Universe Dao Lord was not important to him. What mattered was that this path, full of unknowns, was indeed worth exploring, not only for the dead, but also for his own cultivation.

As one of the many innate physical bodies, the Ancient Universe Physique does indeed possess the ability to reverse time. If one does not understand this well enough, one may suffer a great loss when encountering such powerful enemies in the future.

Since the last century, from the very beginning of his cultivation, Jiang Mo's determination has been that he does not seek the Dao to become an immortal, but to stand at a higher level.

He believes that everything in the world has a source of formation and development, and he wants to understand and acquire more abilities and insights that will prevent him from being confused.

His innate physique and the Demon King's physique are precisely what he is interested in at this stage. To be precise, even without the need to resurrect his deceased friends, he would still cultivate them.

Therefore, the secret revealed by Xianhua did not shake Jiang Mo's resolve.

"It's good that you have such a clear understanding..."

The wrinkles on the old man's face smoothed out slightly. He appreciated the man's decisiveness and changed the subject, saying:

"What I said earlier was not to make you give up. Everyone has desires, even if it is to resurrect an old friend, it is not wrong."

"Oh? So what does the old man mean?" Jiang Mo's eyes lit up, and he became interested. He sensed that there was something more to the old man's words.

“Take it out. You know what I’m talking about. It’s one of the things you wanted to ask about on this trip.”

Xianhua waved his hand and instructed the Flying Immortal Master beside him: "Lingchuan, go to the bookshelf on the left side of my room and take out the fragment of a page from the sixth row, first position, thirty-two ancient books."

"Yes, Master Uncle." The Flying Immortal Master strode towards the thatched hut, feeling a little curious, and quickened his pace.

Then, Xuan Hua glanced at the transformed Blood Python Demon Bull and smiled faintly:

"The demon race...a rare bloodline. Go find Mu Xian. She is in Qingyao Palace on Feixian Peak. Take this token and you can easily enter."

After he finished speaking, a grayish-brown token flew out from the old man's sleeve and landed in the Blood Python Demon Bull's hand, which it accepted respectfully.

"Then I'll take my leave first, Venerable Xuan, you two can continue your conversation."

After it left, the entire bamboo forest returned to silence, and the old man's leisurely voice rang out.

"This matter is of utmost importance. After all, it is a demon. We must not let it know the secrets here."

"You have your own considerations, and I trust your decision."

Jiang Mo expressed his understanding. Immediately, he took out an ancient fragment from his storage pendant. It was covered in dust and had a dark brown color. It was engraved with dense, tiny characters. At first glance, it looked like a page from an ancient book. It felt cold to the touch, just like iron.

"Give."

"That's exactly what I wanted to ask you."

"In the battle at Hengduan Mountain, one of the masters of Chengtian Dao Sect used the supernatural power of time reversal to rewrite the fate of their deaths."

"As far as I know, their sect does not possess this famous secret technique, which is why they are puzzled. In the subsequent battle, I killed him, and his storage artifacts were mostly destroyed. Only this fragment remained. I feel that it contains profound mysteries, but I cannot decipher them."

Jiang Mo handed the fragment to the old man and explained its origin in detail.

"The Chengtian Dao Sect? Ha, a bunch of thieves who steal the power of Heaven... What merit do they have to turn back the clock on a realm?"

Xuan Hua's thin, bony fingers gently caressed the ancient fragments, his brows revealing disdain. He was the inheritor of the Tianyan Sect and had fought against the Chengtian Dao Sect for over two thousand years. Naturally, he was well aware of his nemesis's methods.

The problem isn't with the person, but with this tiny fragment.

"So, it's the key to casting the spell?"

Jiang Mo instantly understood the old man's meaning. The main reason was that this fragment was too mysterious. He had examined it several times but could not activate it, and it did not seem like a magic artifact at all.