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

At this point, he had mastered two innate Dao bodies that were still in their growth stage.

"Buzz!"

Then, Jiang Mo waved his hand, and a portal appeared in the void, sending his two clones to the surface of the secret realm.

Then, he exhaled a breath of air, adjusted his state, and used meditation to dispel fatigue.

His cultivation in the Heavenly Kingdom is gradually falling behind. After spending several years inside, it has put a considerable burden on his mind, and the time he can spend inside will only get shorter and shorter in the future.

I'm afraid that when the time comes, he will build an eternal prison for everyone except himself.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Jiang Mo didn't think much about the future. His storage pendant swayed slightly, and twenty-six jade bottles flew out, all filled with the essence blood of the demon king.

Wanfu, Zhu Nu, Longzhi, Qinglian Yaofu, Fushan Yi, Jiuweihu, Xiehuan, Jiuweihu, Zhujian, the Eleven Kings of the Nanling Insect Clan, Liushou Jiao, Nanling Insect Emperor, Baiyi Zhehuan Niao, Xuemang Mo Niu, Tianshan Lang Wang, and Shenhai Longzhu.

Gazing at the blood of various colors, which seemed to be the most poisonous in the world, Jiang Mo recognized the aura of each one and classified them from low to high quality, and sorted them from left to right.

In the next instant, he switched to his second true form. In this body, he was not a human species at all, but rather a mountain spirit, or a demon.

He once borrowed the secrets of the physical bodies of the immortals in the Greater Khingan Mountains of Northeast China and comprehended that this body was no weaker than the innate physique. It is no exaggeration to say that its importance was almost no less than that of ascending to the Xuanming level.

Reversing the natural order and cultivating to the 7th, 8th, and 9th levels of the Profound Fate Realm is Jiang Mo's mission to carry on the pursuit and exploration of the Dao by generations of disciples of the sect, making his position unshakeable.

The second true form represents the path he himself wants to take, and only represents the ultimate that he alone can achieve.

At this moment, with both favorable timing and location, Jiang Mo intends to refine the original mysteries of the blood of the demon kings and elevate his second true form to a higher level in one fell swoop.

"boom!"

As his gaze focused on the first jade bottle, it suddenly exploded, spilling hundreds of kilograms of grayish-green blood, which was terrifyingly corrosive.

“Buzz, boom, boom!!!”

Jiang Mo ignored it. He lightly raised his left hand, activated his true technique, and a black hole-like pulling force burst forth from his fingertips, condensing and compressing the rotting demon blood that filled the sky onto his fingertips. He then let it drill into his body, extracting the power of the bloodline within to amplify his second true body.

In an instant, the hazy memories contained in his blood surged into his brain like a tide. Jiang Mo's flesh and blood only reacted slightly, becoming slightly corrosive, but there was no further obvious evolution.

He was truly the King of Ten Thousand Corruptions, the lowest among all the demon kings. His life level was far below Jiang Mo's. It's no exaggeration to say that he was the kind of walking cannon fodder who could be wiped out with a single slap.

However, the blood in the body has already undergone some subtle reactions, starting to heat up and boil like magma, refining the essence of all decay, which is indeed a good start.

"boom!"

Jiang Mo shifted his gaze, and the jade bottle containing the essence blood of the Crimson Demon shattered upon impact, releasing a viscous, brown blood weighing over a hundred pounds. It even contained a trace of hazy will, which Jiang Mo forcibly erased and used to refine and temper his body.

And so, time flowed by silently, and each type of demon king's blood promoted the transformation of the second true form, endowing it with all sorts of incredible bloodline abilities.

Jiang Mo could also feel the indescribable changes in his body. His flesh was tearing and regenerating, his bones were cracking, and his internal organs were swelling and twisting. Gradually, his appearance became like that of a vengeful ghost or a monster, but there was no sign of it stopping.

The eleven kings of the Southern Ridge Insect Clan are the highlight of the entire event. As insect-type demon beasts, their power and characteristics are far superior to those of other mammalian or oviparous demons.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Jade bottles exploded one after another, and the evolution of the body advanced rapidly. On the dim cave walls, the human figures that were originally reflected were completely transformed into terrifying, bloated monsters, exuding an aura of extreme evil and ferocity.

"boom!"

"boom!"

All eleven jade bottles shattered. Jiang Mo perfectly replicated the characteristics of the insectoid race. When he refined the blood of the last insectoid demon king, he slowly returned to human form from his berserk insect form. His skin also underwent a clear and significant change at this time, turning into a cold, iron-colored substance.

That's a characteristic of the Ironclad Beetle; its defense is arguably the best among insects. During the battle in Nanling, before it became an Ancient Demon King, it withstood a slap from Jiang Mo. Although it had the help of other Insect Kings, its defense was indeed astonishing.

"call...."

"call...."

After undergoing numerous transformations, sweat continued to stream down Jiang Mo's face.

Only a few days had passed, but the torment his body endured was several times more intense than the pain caused by the Soul-Breaking Curse, almost causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.

After calming his breathing slightly, Jiang Mo smiled eerily as a highly challenging idea began to form in his mind.

He immediately set up multiple protective barriers, then summoned Wuliang Jun, shrunk its size, held the sword in its right hand, and without even frowning, swung the sword like lightning, slashing at its left arm.

"Boom!!!"

The entire barrier teetered on the brink of collapse, instantly revealing dense and jagged cracks, like glass on the verge of shattering. This strike had used seventy percent of his strength, and while still conscious, he dared not swing his sword with full force, fearing that he might break through the barrier and damage the geological structure of the secret realm.

However, even with 70% of its power, Wuliangjun could not break through that thin, iron-colored skin; the toughness of the flesh was unimaginable.

"Zizzizi!!"

A violent corrosive sound rang out, and dense white foam rose from the area where the blade touched the skin. It was the air being corroded and microorganisms invisible to the naked eye dying.

Yes, not only does Jiang Mo possess abnormal defense, but his skin is also highly corrosive.

His vision and hearing have also reached an absurd level. The movement trajectories of the particles that make up matter appear in his eyes, as if a movie is playing. He can magnify or shrink them countless times, fast forward or slow down them as he wishes.

Both ears can hear the sound of electric charges rubbing and colliding, the whole world is incredibly noisy, the sound waves surge like a tsunami, huge and complex.

These sudden, strange sensations in his new body took him a while to recover from, and it wasn't until half an hour later that he gradually got used to them.

The bloodline amplification of the Nanling insectoids is far more terrifying than that of the previous nine demon kings. Jiang Mo roughly estimates that there is at least a five-fold difference.

Without a precise point of reference, he couldn't determine what level of demon king he was.

Leaving aside those supreme gods comparable to the demon race, namely the most powerful demon kings throughout history, they probably wouldn't be too far off.

There are still six bottles of the remaining Demon King's essence blood. Except for the one from the six-headed dragon, which is easier to refine, the rest are tough nuts to crack.

"call......"

Jiang Mo sheathed his sword, let out a long sigh, rested for an hour, and then continued his journey.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Over the next two days, he refined the essence and blood of the Six-Headed Flood Dragon and the Southern Ridge Insect King, taking this opportunity to shed his inhuman form and stabilize his human-like appearance. He now possessed three heads and six arms, and his qi and blood became increasingly profound. His appearance and spirit resembled a deity resurrected from ancient times.

The essence blood of the four distinctly different creatures—the White-winged Illusion Bird, the Blood Python Demon Bull, the Heavenly Mountain Wolf King, and the Deep Sea Dragon Lord—was successively refined and absorbed.

Jiang Mo broke through his shackles once again. His internal organs, muscles, bones, and flesh were all like burning, charred lava. His blood energy was so dense that it was like the core of a star, radiating unparalleled heat.

"Wow!!!"

The energy emanating from his body was dark red, gradually gathering and swirling behind him to form a perfect black sun, symbolizing his supreme majesty.

All the pain receded like the tide, and Jiang Mo, who had achieved a leap in life, was still getting to know and master this completely different body.

At this moment, a pair of deep and cold eyes slowly opened, like a black hole in the universe, swallowing up all the light and vitality that approached.

The second true form underwent a fundamental transformation. Previously, it was similar to the original body at the quasi-7th level of the Profound Fate Realm. After being tempered by the blood of the Demon King, it took another step forward. The supernatural powers and techniques of the twenty-six Demon Kings, totaling thousands of types, were all replicated by it.

According to Jiang Mo's calculations, the second true form is already far stronger than the original body; the two are worlds apart.

This level of strength is at least at the peak of the seventh or eighth level of the Profound Fate Realm. It all happened so naturally, and the rewards it brought far exceeded his expectations.

Unlike the slow process of refining the Five Elements of Ultimate Qi or breaking through the Profound Fate level, the Second True Body is already powerful enough, far surpassing these demon kings. It also possesses a certain degree of evil, essentially devouring their bloodline power. By using a fulcrum, it directly triggers the arrival of evolution, perfects its own structure, and can accommodate more demon race supernatural powers.

Feeling the power that was about to explode, Jiang Mo murmured softly:

"What incredible power..."

He gently clenched the five fingers of his right hand; that seemingly slight movement gave him a definite feeling, as if the whole world was in the palm of his hand.

If he were to return to the battlefield of Hengduan Mountain with the Samsara Palace and the Divine Descent Sect in this manner, let alone the so-called Master, he would be confident that he could annihilate even the ancient ancestor of the Divine Descent Sect with a single punch.

At this moment, Jiang Mo's face was filled with a genuine and gratified smile, a smile of satisfaction and recognition of his self-cultivation.

However, there are some flaws in the advancement of the second true body. First, the Mountain-Shaking Gu is completely ineffective and cannot be activated to enhance the strength of the physical body. Second, the time it takes for him to transform back into his original body has greatly increased. Previously, he could switch back in an instant, but now it takes several minutes.

Apart from that, it's absolutely perfect.

Soon, Jiang Mo thought of something else and took out the Crimson Blood Demon Armor.

The moment they made contact, the armor resisted him intensely, its resistance tinged with fear, as if it wanted to escape. But he held it firmly in his hand, and it trembled slightly, as if it were about to break.

Immediately, Jiang Mo forced out a drop of blood essence from his fingertip. It was terrifyingly dark and dripped onto the demon armor, attempting to feed it and improve its grade. However, the demon armor resisted abnormally and rejected the blood essence.

After several failed attempts, it seemed that his demon blood posed a fatal threat to the demon armor, which dared not devour it.

"Fine... whatever you want."

In the end, Jiang Mo felt relieved and put away the demon armor.

After some comparison, he realized that this ancient magical artifact was now dispensable to him. The demon armor could not withstand the supernatural powers and attacks that could harm his body, and he was fearless even if he was empty-handed and dressed in white, as long as the demon armor could withstand them.

On this day, January 6, 2022, Jiang Mo broke through his limits and reached an unprecedented peak of evolution, bringing an end to the situation where his second true form had always been suppressed by his main body.

Chapter 478 Speculations from Ancient Times

Two days later.

At dusk, the sea sparkles, the sky is ablaze with fiery clouds, and seabirds soar high in the sky. Trinity Secret Realm, located in the Pacific Ocean, opens its doors, awaiting the arrival of guests.

Soon, a silvery-white light arrived from a thousand miles away in an instant, leaping across the passage. When the light faded, two figures were revealed: the Flying Immortal Master and Elder Xuanhua.

Upon their first arrival, they were all shocked by what they saw. The concentration of spiritual energy in this place was even more exaggerated than that of the Flying Immortal Secret Realm. Although the quality was inferior, the quantity far exceeded it, and the two were simply not on the same level.

"Not a single one was left...?"

"What courage!"

The Flying Immortal Master appeared surprised. He only glanced at it and knew that the reason for this sacred scene was simply that Jiang Mo had used the Longevity Instrument to drain the spiritual energy of the other secret realms and pour it all into the Three Ones Secret Realm.

The extravagance of this undertaking left him speechless; it was tantamount to prematurely giving up the possibility of creating more Masters.

"Incredible, this place is even bigger than ours."

Xianhua's eyes showed admiration. He had never seen such a vibrant secret realm before, as if its lifespan was endless. It was truly worthy of being called a fairyland on earth.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, before the two could exchange any more words, a void portal suddenly appeared in front of them, and they could reach their destination in just a few steps.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

When they passed through the void portal and saw Jiang Mo inside the pavilion, both the Flying Immortal Master and Xuan Hua were stunned involuntarily when they saw the man with cascading black hair and cold, iron-colored skin.

Even though they looked the same, Jiang Mo in front of them was completely different from their previous impressions. Just sitting there quietly scrutinizing the two guests put them under immense pressure.

Mystery, unfamiliarity, brutality, evil—a whole host of feelings followed.

The two were secretly shocked. In just half a month, Xuanzun's cultivation level... no, it should be said that his entire being had undergone earth-shattering changes from the inside out. And now, what appeared before them was a genuine demon king.

If they could still sense that familiar soul, they would have thought it was some unknown ancient demon king in disguise.

"Young friend, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Xianhua strode closer, laughing heartily as she asked, showing no fear of Jiang Mo in this state. After all, they had already entered the Three Ones Secret Realm, which was Jiang Mo's home turf, where he could do as he pleased with a single thought.

"All is well, you two, please have a seat."

"The disciples and protectors of the sect have all gone outside. We apologize for not being able to greet you properly."

Jiang Mo gestured for them to sit down. The teapot on the table was steaming, and he then served tea to the two guests and brought it to them.

"Oh! So everyone has gone out. No wonder this huge sect is so deserted, with only you, Xuanzun, here."

Xianhua took the teacup, took a small sip, and kept his eyes fixed on Jiang Mo's body. The more he looked, the more mysterious it seemed. He couldn't help but cup his hands and ask:

"Mysterious Venerable, please forgive my poor eyesight and rudeness. I wonder if you are of human or demon origin?"

"Such a body is simply unheard of. At first, I thought you were a naturally reborn body, but later I felt that it was not quite like that. I have always been puzzled, so I couldn't help but ask."

Seeing the old man's eagerness to learn, Jiang Mo chuckled a few times and slowly explained:

"My original physical body was just an ordinary human mortal body. It was only after I cultivated for a long time that my physical body improved along with my cultivation level. In the process, I also replicated some of the bloodline power of the demon race, which is why I have become what I am today."

"So it's just a mortal body... It's truly remarkable that it has reached this level."

Xianhua was filled with admiration.

A mere mortal, having cultivated in the secular world for less than two hundred years, possesses such overwhelming combat power that he can overwhelm all other masters. It is no exaggeration to call him a prodigy. The trials and tribulations he has undergone are beyond the comprehension of these old guys who live in seclusion.