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

"Young friend, have you gotten what you wanted?"

"I will not receive everything, but the reward you desire, senior, will be fulfilled today."

Jiang Mo generously opened his palm, revealing a brand new page of history, and frankly told:

"Fortunately, with the guidance and assistance of the senior, I have gained access to a portion of the historical records, making me invincible. If you wish to destroy the Chengtian Dao Sect and the Yellow Springs Underworld, I can attack at any time."

Now that Jiang Mo can rewind time, he is not afraid of the light of destruction. Although the Book of Time cannot be used in the secret realm, once the secret realm disintegrates, the original rules will instantly become invalid, and Jiang Mo can safely evacuate during this gap.

He didn't even need to go to the secret realms where the four major sects were located. He only needed to return to the Hengduan Mountain battlefield, activate the Book of Time with all his might, and turn back time. No matter how powerful the people from the Divine Descent Sect, the Samsara Palace, and the Myriad Laws Sect were, they would still be unable to escape death.

"Is it really possible to launch an attack at any time?"

The old man was somewhat moved. He had waited his whole life for this moment to fulfill his master's mission.

"Yes, how could I possibly deceive you?"

Immediately afterward, Jiang Mo and Xuan Hua recounted the supernatural powers and related flaws of the History Book of Time, explaining that each activation required a massive expenditure of true qi and the loss of one-tenth of one's blood qi.

This was only true for him; for other masters or Dao Lords, those with slightly weaker cultivation might have lost their entire lives.

In the battle at Hengduan Mountain, the master of Chengtian Dao Sect only managed to rewind a few hours, but because it involved top-tier experts, he became completely listless after using his divine powers and almost lost his life on the spot.

Upon hearing the secrets of the Book of Time, both the Flying Immortal Master and Xuan Hua felt a chill run down their spines. The former, in particular, said with trepidation:

"If even a Xuanzun, without any fragments, could be controlled by a Daojun who is refining fragments of the spacetime he is in, that would be truly terrifying."

Jiang Mo noticed the unnaturalness in his expression, as if he were facing a formidable enemy. He easily saw through his thoughts and jokingly teased him:

“I understand your concerns, sir. Since you want to do it, go ahead and find it. Find the fragment that corresponds to the founding of your Flying Immortal Sect or the time when the Flying Immortal Dao Lord existed. As long as you find it first, I will not interfere or forcibly take it from you.”

“…”

The Flying Immortal Master's eyes were filled with disbelief as he earnestly pressed for an answer:

"Mysterious Venerable, are these words truly from the bottom of your heart?"

"This history book of time, even though it is only a part of it, already possesses such extraordinary power. Are you really willing to give up the opportunity to condense the complete history book of time?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo smiled and sighed, "To me, having one piece or having many pieces makes no difference."

"As long as I can ensure my safety, it doesn't matter who has the rest. As long as I have the fragments, the other party can't rewrite my existence, and I'll have plenty of opportunities to deal with him."

Jiang Mo doesn't consider the history books of time as the entirety of cultivation; he only believes in his own fists. Only when he is strong enough can external forces not shake him, and he makes no attempt to hide his thoughts.

"You can collect the other fragments as you like, however many you collect is your business, but I absolutely must have that fragment from nearly two hundred years ago."

"I understand. With your words, Venerable Master, I feel at ease. Thank you."

The Flying Immortal Master felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders. Ever since he learned of the power of the Book of Time, he had never been able to find peace of mind.

After all, the more powerful a cultivator is, the less they want to become a puppet to be manipulated by others. And coincidentally, the owner of the Book of Time has such an ability. The best way to avoid being manipulated is to become one of the owners yourself.

"Further words are pointless. Let's go and settle accounts."

Jiang Mo smiled slightly, his killing intent already rising. He truly didn't trust any of the masters of the five major sects. If he were to encounter an accident one day, the Three Ones Sect, with its current strength, would be utterly vulnerable to their counterattack.

Therefore, he had to address these potential problems in advance, and the history books of time were the best tool for that.

"Senior Uncle, would you like to come along?"

The Flying Immortal Master extended an invitation, a bright smile playing on his lips.

"Heh, my old bones can still walk around, let's go take a look."

Xuan Hua also anticipated the reckoning. He wasn't worried about his own safety; instead, he asked Jiang Mo:

"Young friend, is your body still able to handle it? If you need to rest, we are not in a hurry."

"It's alright, let's do it today. I'll just shrink the scope of space and time at the same time, that way the loss of blood and energy will be much less."

Jiang Mo casually waved his hand, creating a portal in the void. The group entered one after another, arriving at the ruins of Hengduan Mountain.

The earth was severely damaged, riddled with dark pits and bottomless cracks, a testament to the brutality of that great battle.

"Then let's start with those old geezers from the underworld. Do you know that move?"

Jiang Mo asked the Flying Immortal Master beside him, recalling the strange rope that had previously threatened him.

Which move?

He was slightly puzzled and said, "I know all twelve Flying Immortal Techniques."

"The one who tied people up, when the Nine Nether True Lord comes over later, tell him to behave himself."

"it is good."

After a brief discussion, the two reached a consensus to set up a barrier in a certain void, sealing off an area within a ten-meter radius.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Mo held the page of time and used the "Shifting Stars" technique. Instantly, endless light appeared, and all matter was rapidly regressed under some mysterious power. An ancient book interwoven with overlapping light and shadow flipped through the pages, recreating every day of the past.

The Flying Immortal Master stared intently at the marked location, the barrier filled with hundreds of Immortal-Binding and Demon-Slaying Ropes, poised to strike.

"Come--!"

The next instant, in the retrospective vision that Jiang Mo could only see, a real figure successfully materialized. He gave a soft shout, reminding Fei Xian Yu to take action.

"Shh!"

"Whoosh!!"

Hundreds of shimmering white ropes suddenly contracted, capturing and binding the Nine Nether True Monarch tightly the instant he was brought back from the past and descended into this space.

"Illusion?!"

At the same moment, however, it was an extremely terrifying scene for the Nine Nether True Lord.

Before he could even react, he found himself isolated from the battlefield, and locked in an unknown barrier by the old ghost of the Flying Immortal Sect and the Demon Lord of the Three Ones Sect.

At first, he thought it was some kind of unknown illusion. When he tried to break it with his supernatural powers, the true qi in his body was suppressed tightly, and his cultivation level plummeted like a waterfall.

Even more fatally, at this moment, he, who had traveled from the future back to the past, had a crucial blank in his memory due to the time travel, and was completely unaware of the defeat and escape that followed.

"boom!!"

The next moment, the Flying Immortal Master acted decisively, his right fist striking out like lightning, piercing through the abdomen of the Nine Nether True Monarch, causing him to roll his eyes back in pain and cough up blood.

"Want to escape?"

"Ah!"

The Flying Immortal Master locked his throat with one hand, leaving him no room to resist.

"How...how did you do that?"

The Nine Nether True Lord's voice was hoarse, his anger surging, and his eyes were bloodshot, yet mixed with fear. He felt as if his throat was about to be snapped, and because he was bound by the Immortal Binding and Demon Slaying Rope, he couldn't even self-destruct.

"Want to know? Maybe in your next life."

Jiang Mo sneered in response. Then, his jet-black hair gradually turned frost-white as he transformed from his second true form into his original body. He raised his right hand, his five fingers wreathed in ancient Dao True Fire, allowing the Nine Nether True Monarch to smell a strong aura of death.

"Do not!!"

"No!! There are conditions..."

"what!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Mo unleashed a Soul-Shattering Spell, his right hand gripping the man's head. The Ancient Dao True Fire expanded instantly, engulfing the entire head and melting the soul residing within it.

He roared desperately, trying to escape, but was held back tightly by the Immortal-Binding and Demon-Slaying Rope.

"Boom!"

In no time, under the blazing fire, the body and soul of the Nine Nether True Lord perished together.

Chapter 482 Waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump, burying the dead.

At the same time, in the remote Yellow Springs Secret Realm in the interior of Kyushu, a terrifying tremor suddenly came.

The sky was stained with blood, the earth was cracked for thousands of miles, mountains collapsed, rivers changed course, and all sorts of ominous signs foreshadowed the Master's demise.

This was an incredibly desperate and terrifying scene for the leaders, elders, and disciples in the underworld.

Their faces turned deathly pale, unable to comprehend what had happened. Just a short time ago, their grandmaster had escaped from the mortal battlefield. Although he was in terrible condition, he was far from being killed!

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Several beams of dark light shot out from the pavilion deep within the sect. Several elderly elders, along with the Lord of the Underworld, rushed to the place where the Nine Nether True Monarch was in seclusion at top speed. They successively summoned a special token to open the formation that sealed the valley.

As the group rushed anxiously along the familiar path into a secluded stone chamber, they found it completely empty. The soul lamp belonging to the Nine Nether True Lord, which had been extinguished not long ago, was still emitting wisps of pale smoke.

The Nine Netherworld True Lord is dead.

He died in the secret realm without any warning.

The Underworld is facing its greatest crisis in nearly a thousand years, and the entire sect is in turmoil and in complete chaos.

The disciples were all panicked and at a loss, while the elders at the higher levels knew all too well that the secret realm would soon be unclaimed and thus drift in the gaps of the real world.

If no new Master appears, the Secret Realm will not find a suitable place to settle down, and the living people in the Secret Realm will be forever banished to the void.

"what is going on......"

An elder, gazing at the empty, lifeless stone chamber, let out a mournful cry.

He couldn't accept the cruel reality before him. He had personally escorted the Nine Nether True Monarch into seclusion to recuperate, and yet, just over half a month later, his master had died mysteriously.

The entire sect has lost its last backbone. Even without external enemies, there will likely be a struggle between the various factions for the position of Master.

"It must have been someone from outside who made the move. Apart from the Flying Immortal Sect and the Three Ones Sect, I really can't think of anyone who would be capable of assassinating our master under these circumstances."

Another old man said wistfully, his face full of worry, tension and anxiety. It seemed that in his view, even the sects in the secret realm were not necessarily safe and could be wiped out at any time.

"Sect Leader, let's make a decision."

"Yes, among us now, you have the highest cultivation level. The most urgent matter is whether to find out the truth or to escape?"

"But...where can we escape to...?"

The senior elders looked at each other, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

To be realistic, the death of their master weakened their sect's overall combat strength by more than 90%.

There exists a seemingly insurmountable chasm between Masters and non-Masters, especially at this stage, when the secret realm is sealed off and could be breached at any moment by external enemies using the Boundary-Breaking Shuttle, resulting in a bloodbath.

Hearing the urging from those around him, the Lord of the Underworld frowned, suppressing his emotional turmoil, and announced:

"Issue my order: all disciples, proceed here immediately to prepare for the evacuation! Any delay will be severely punished."

"Yes!!!" An elder nodded and was about to send a message when the unexpected happened.

"Boom!!!"

A deafening explosion resounded from the boundary wall above the secret realm, like an earthquake of magnitude 10 or higher, causing the entire world to tilt and shake violently.

Soon, amidst the attention of everyone, the light of the Boundary-Breaking Shuttle pierced through the Yellow Springs Secret Realm from the outside in, opening a blue passage. Three figures who had come from afar emerged, namely Jiang Mo, Flying Immortal Master, and Xuan Hua.

After they killed the Nine Nether True Lord in the Hengduan Mountains, they stormed into this unfamiliar secret realm with overwhelming force.

"It's...it's them!!"

Before the majestic and eerie mountain palace, many disciples, deacons, and elders were terrified by Jiang Mo's arrival, their whole bodies going numb and their teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"Oops!"

The Lord of the Underworld and the other Supreme Elders were stunned, their faces frozen in place. They recognized the newcomers as the masters of the two rival sects.

"call out!"

"call out!"

Without even a moment to ponder why they had appeared, and before the other party could make a move, the Lord of the Yellow Springs Palace, recognizing the vast difference in strength, appeared before the sect, blocking their path, clasped his hands in a salute, and then bowed his head in pleading:

"We are willing to surrender and follow the arrangements of the Venerable and the two of you. We humbly request that you seniors show mercy!"

"Pfft!!!"

The moment he heard his words, the Flying Immortal Master swept a cold gaze over him, and the sect leader was suddenly severely injured. His soul collapsed from the inside out, and his physical body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

With the death of the Nine Nether True Lord, the Yellow Springs Underworld, lacking its master, is not even qualified to negotiate and has been completely reduced to fish on a chopping block.