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

Those treasures had been accumulated within the Divine Descent Sect for two or three thousand years, and the cultivation techniques had long been thoroughly understood by successive sect leaders. As for giving up those plundered magical artifacts and cultivation resources, it was hardly a matter of serious harm.

"call out--!"

The third-generation ancestor of the Divine Descent flicked his sleeve, and the ring-shaped magical artifact on his finger trembled slightly, shooting out six beams of silver light. These beams revealed six red wooden boxes, each bearing ancient characters that corresponded to the Dao Lords they had once slain.

"Ancient Universe..."

"Shuangyue..."

“Xu Heng...”

"Qianling..."

“Crimson Flame..…”

"Dang the sky..."

Jiang Mo's gaze swept over each wooden box, and the names engraved on them were all the founders of first-rate and second-rate sects, or the last masters.

He reached out and grabbed the nearest wooden box. The magical runes sealing its surface vanished instantly. He opened it to inspect the contents, which were a well-organized resource vault, complete with cultivation techniques, weapons, and rare and precious materials.

Upon seeing those wooden boxes, both Fei Xian Yu Zhu and Xuan Hua were extremely surprised, never expecting that so many forces had fallen victim to their wickedness.

Just then, the voice of the third-generation ancestor of the Divine Descent came again.

"This is what I can give you, but the Pegasus Clan's secret realm was drained by us many years ago and cannot be returned."

"That's your business. Settle your grudges yourselves from now on."

Jiang Mo didn't press for details, just casually said something, and then put away all six wooden boxes.

Immediately, he stared at Qi Chi and Yunxu Zhenjun, who were possessed, pointing to the former, whose blood energy was more vigorous, and said in a flat tone:

"It's him, I want him dead."

"Alright, I have severed my symbiotic relationship with the secret realm. You may proceed now."

The soul of the second-generation ancestor of the Divine Descent gradually blurred, separated from his body, and transformed into a fleeting ray of light, disappearing into the depths of the dome.

"No...!! No!!"

You must not use me as a bargaining chip!

"You are betraying the Divine Descent Sect!!"

Qi Chi, jolted awake from his dream, roared hoarsely, unable to accept this fate. His power was instantly reduced by 50%, driving him to the brink of madness.

"Pfft!!!"

The next moment, Jiang Mo gave him no chance to struggle, and struck down on his skull with a palm. Instantly, his skull shattered, blood splattered, the void trembled violently, and the earth shook. Qi Chi's body and soul were annihilated together.

"please."

"Buzz!"

A dark purple void portal appeared, leading directly to North Kolai Island. The third-generation ancient ancestor of the Divine Descent glanced at it silently, offered no resistance, stepped forward, and instantly descended upon the island.

"Boom!!!"

As Jiang Mo and his group arrived, the surrounding world instantly became turbulent, with towering waves crashing against the sky.

The appearance of the four Dao Lords together was truly terrifying, directly disrupting the surrounding weather. The creatures wandering in the sea were terrified and dared not approach, fleeing desperately.

"Set up the formation."

Jiang Mo gave a soft instruction, and the Flying Immortal Master understood his intention. He immediately disappeared and appeared a thousand meters above the center of the island.

The surging true qi, like a mighty river, poured out of his body without restraint. As he held his hands still in the air and outlined the formation, a Xuanwu formation that would seal off the entire island began to take shape.

In a cave somewhere on the island, the ancient ancestor of the Shenlin Three Generations sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed in tranquility.

A few breaths later, a golden soul light quietly departed, and True Monarch Yunxu regained control of his physical body.

He sat there motionless, like a decaying wooden sculpture, his gaze fixed on the Demon Lord before him with a cold and complex expression.

All the words of resentment that had been building up in his chest finally dissipated like mist with a weary sigh.

"..."

Jiang Mo did not communicate with him at all. He activated the demon blood in his body, which overflowed from his palm and turned into black chains that spread out like a serpent tide, locking Yunxu Zhenjun's limbs and throat.

Then, he continued to use his bloodline supernatural power, Heavenly Net.

Tens of thousands of fine and sharp spider silks filled every corner of the cavern. They were deadly moves capable of slicing through any Master, and even possessed the property of merging with space. No one in the world could break them.

After completing these two arrangements, Jiang Mo turned and left.

Let alone the aging True Monarch Yunxu, even his own quasi-7th level Xuanming physical body could not break free. Moreover, the Heavenly Net would violently contract the moment the chains were attacked, turning the old man in the center into mincemeat.

As the imposing figure was about to disappear at the cave entrance, True Lord Yunxu couldn't help but ask;

How can I contact you in the future?

"Though we are at opposite ends of the earth, they are as close as if we were next to each other; though we are thousands of miles apart, they are as close as if we were right next to each other, and we can call out to each other at any time."

Jiang Mo continued walking without stopping, and the old man's voice no longer echoed from the cave behind him.

This concludes the exchange between the two parties.

Yunxu Zhenjun began a long period of imprisonment, waiting in a dark and sunless cave for the birth of the second Master in the secret realm.

Chapter 487 This Body Is Unique, Heaven Fails

The setup of the Xuanwu Formation did not last long; as the light on the sky gradually faded, the task was completed.

"call out!!"

"call out!!"

Several figures flickered and hovered high in the sky outside the island. The Flying Immortal Master even left a talisman on the island, which emitted a faint gray-silver moonlight, like a hazy mist, covering an area of ​​dozens of kilometers and isolating the island.

"Let's go back first."

After he finished doing all this, Jiang Mo turned around, entered a void portal, traversed tens of thousands of kilometers, and returned to the Moon Gazing Pavilion behind the Sanyi Gate.

A gentle breeze blew through the mountains, the silver moon hung high in the night sky, and all was quiet. Fei Xian Yu Zhu and Xian Hua took their seats one after another.

Soon, Jiang Mo brewed tea for his guests, and the group continued their conversation.

"My Lord Xuan, do you ever yearn for the outside world? Would you like to go out and see it?"

The Flying Immortal Master lay back on the stone chair and casually asked a question, his expression showing a hint of curiosity.

"..."

The fire at the base of the teapot was kept at just the right temperature as Jiang Mo gently waved his feather fan.

"Not so fast. The world is far from peaceful these days. I'll travel around again when the younger generation in the sect is ready to stand on their own and become masters."

"Besides, we don't have much time left before that."

Jiang Mo stared at the furnace fire, lost in thought. Out of necessity to maintain the survival of the Dao lineage, he would try to guess the true intentions of the Dao Lords and Masters outside the world with the utmost malice.

The path before him is numerous and varied; he must either cultivate to a higher level and use force to defeat others.

Alternatively, they could gather all the fragments of historical records, revise the history of Tianyuan, erase the deeds of the Sanyi Sect, and hide in the shadows, lest they be noticed by outsiders.

Alternatively, he could choose to collect other innate magical artifacts, which are strategies that can prevent or even resolve threats from powerful external beings.

In short, there's always a way out. Rather than worrying about future enemies, Jiang Mo was currently thinking about whether he should further control the Book of Time and then erase all the alternate timelines outside of himself to prevent his past from being infiltrated and thus exposing his weaknesses.

Five hundred years is neither a long nor a short time.

"But I believe that your era will still come in the future."

Xianhua has high hopes for Jiang Mo's future achievements.

In his view, this was perhaps the only existence in the Heavenly Abyss capable of resisting the Dao Lords and Masters from the outside world, while his junior Immortal Masters were only a matter of doubt and might not be able to confront them head-on.

At the same time, the old man guessed the problem Jiang Mo was worried about, and he couldn't help but smile and offer a suggestion:

"Actually, it's enough that you have the history book of time and can ensure that the space-time you live in is safe."

"Why don't you stride forward and climb higher? Even if they have glimpsed a journey that is infinitely close to yours, what can they do about it?"

"If they can defeat you directly, they won't need to go to another dimension to find a substitute for observation."

"Conversely, the higher the similarity of the substitute, the stronger that 'you' is. In the spacetime in which it exists, there will still be the will of Heaven, which will not allow overly powerful beings to invade spacetime. As a result, when that 'you' faces them, two situations will arise."

Jiang Mo slowly shifted his gaze from the fire, slightly raised his head, listened attentively to the wise man's explanation, and looked at the two withered fingers he held up, respectfully asking:

"Senior, I would like to ask you to clarify your doubts."

"First, you are extremely powerful, and those people cannot do anything to you."

"Second, you are insignificant and easily captured and studied by those people, but such a person is destined to have little similarity to you."

"Humans are products of their environment. Not every parallel universe version of you is as amazing as the one in front of you. Luck is also a crucial element in this process, right?"

"Moreover, as you know, young friend, when you went to other dimensions several times, you were suppressed like an ordinary person and unable to use your power."

"Those who are stronger than you are only weaker than you, and those who are far inferior to you, even if they descend into another dimension with the limit of strength allowed by the will of heaven, can they really deal with 'you' who are so similar to you?"

"Moreover, you are lucky. You were born in the Abyss. Those who pose a threat to you come from outside the Abyss."

"If it is an invasion from another dimension, then they will suffer multiple suppressions, and their strength will be limited, perhaps only one in a thousand or one in ten thousand."

"As time goes on, the further downstream you are in the river of time, the stronger you become. The less they can steal your secrets, and the lower their chances of success become. In my opinion, the limit is that they can only capture the part of your life before you became a Master. They cannot penetrate into the years that follow."

The viewpoint expressed by Xianhua coincided with Jiang Mo's thoughts.

He even considered a point he hadn't paid attention to: the Dao Lords and Masters outside the Heavenly Abyss in the current timeline who attempted to invade the past to study the foundation of their power would suffer cruel suppression from another Heavenly Abyss.

From this perspective, the further apart in time, the greater the difference between the two versions of him, making it less meaningful.

But the closer you are, the stronger he is in that time and space, the higher the level of danger, and there is always the risk of being captured instead.

"So, do you understand what I mean now, young friend...?"

Xianhua smiled faintly, his eyes full of appreciation, and said:

“You are different from the founder of the Shenlin lineage. He had limited abilities and was no match for outsiders, so he resorted to this desperate measure. But you have unlimited opportunities, so why do you need to do this?”

"Besides, to be honest, I can see your past clearly, every step you've taken, but there are bound to be beings in the outside world whose ability to deduce things is far superior to mine."

"If you encounter them in the future, whether you erase your self from other timelines or not, it doesn't matter much, because you still exist in this world. You will still be seen through, and you can't escape it. Only by becoming stronger than ever before can you be truly invincible."

The old man's heartfelt words suddenly made Jiang Mo understand. He put down his feather fan, bowed with both hands, and sincerely thanked him.

"Senior, thank you. Now that you've said that, I'm no longer troubled."

"You're too kind. Even without me, you would have understood these principles sooner or later. I was merely adding to your success."

"I have another request, and I hope you will consider it carefully, young friend." Xuan Hua bowed deeply and returned the greeting respectfully.

"You say."

“Unlike you, young friend, we who have not mastered the fragments of the Book of Time are threatened by parallel universe counterparts. If one day we are wiped out before we can collect the fragments, we hope you can help us.”

When Xianhua made his request, he couldn't predict what the Flying Immortal Sect would be like in other timelines.

If, after coming into contact with the secrets of the Heavenly Abyss, one possesses fragments of the Book of Time, but is unable to contend with the powerful figures of the outside world, it is highly likely that one will follow the same path as the Divine Descent Ancestor, annihilating the Flying Immortal Sect in other timelines, thus embarking on a long journey of escape, and becoming the second Divine Descent Sect.

Therefore, Xuan Hua begged Jiang Mo to help cover for them. He firmly believed that the future Xuan Zun would collect more fragments and be able to trace back to the time when they were killed.

“Senior, you have helped me a lot, and I am also an ally of the old man, fighting side by side several times. Even if you don’t say it, this is what I should do.”

"As long as I can do it, I will never be perfunctory or sit idly by."

Jiang Mo smiled calmly and made a promise.

"Alright, I believe you, young friend." Xianhua breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your care, fellow Daoist." The Flying Immortal Master also showed a grateful expression.

"polite."

"Gulugulu!!"

As they talked, the tea had already boiled. Jiang Mo extinguished the fire, gently lifted the lid, and poured out a trickle of clear tea into cups, handing them to the two of them.

The night passed quickly, and the three discussed the whereabouts of the other two innate magical artifacts, as well as preventative measures against the cultivators outside the Heavenly Abyss.

As dawn broke and the purple aura rose in the east, Jiang Mo got up and personally saw the two guests off, offering them three red wooden boxes, which were politely declined by the Flying Immortal Master.

"I appreciate your kind gesture, but please keep the gift."