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

Soon, the situation became 1v2v5. Just as this tacit cooperation was about to be achieved, Jiang Mo, standing in the center of the encirclement, calmly and surprisingly uttered the following words:

"No need for further calculations; today, you will all die."

"Let's go together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp sword sound rang out, and it was revealed that Jiang Mo was now holding a long, dark red sword.

The blade was imbued with wisps of blazing light, radiating a captivating power. It was one of his swords, Guichen, which had been passed down to Chengzhen as a symbol of the succession of the Daoist lineage.

The sword he now wields is exactly the same, but it's just a substitute he constructed using soul light.

In the deepest part of their spiritual world, neither the supernatural powers of the History Book of Time nor the supernatural powers of the seventh-order physical body could be activated. The only methods and physical techniques that the eight people could use were their previous ones.

Upon hearing the words of the primordial soul, the expressions of the seven people on the field underwent subtle changes. Some were angry, some were excited, and others remained silent, re-examining whether their choices were correct.

"Do you think you can walk out of here alive?"

The youthful-looking spirit, brimming with malevolence, couldn't help but raise the corners of its mouth slightly as it stared at Jiang Mo like a predator eyeing its prey.

He ranks fifth in strength, and his weapon is a series of chains that coil around his body like venomous snakes, forged from the divine power of Xuan Sha Netherworld Soil.

"We're not much worse than you at all, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly?"

The boy shouted sharply, and the sound wave hit, causing the mountain gate to tremble violently and teeter on the verge of collapse.

The already fragmented ground was torn even more severely in an instant, with spiderweb-like cracks constantly forming.

"Ha, old man, you're not the only one."

Another soul spoke up; it was Jiang Mo in his prime, several decades old, with strong muscles and a very robust physique. He was carrying a ten-foot-long battle axe with an extremely exaggerated blade, covered in a thick, polished, bladeless, blazing light.

Faced with their sarcasm and the indifferent gaze of the other five, a hurricane howled, and a terrifying pressure crushed down from all directions.

Jiang Mo remained unmoved and calmly said as always, "Then let's give it a try."

"Boom!!"

A chaotic battle was about to break out. Several figures disappeared, trying to approach Jiang Mo's location, but were forced back by the sword light that was slashed out.

“Bang!!”

The ancient true fire ignited in an instant, controlled by the soul of the old man in his twilight years, who manipulated the sea of ​​fire to seal off the entire mountain gate in a life-or-death struggle.

“Bang!!”

"Pong!!!"

One after another, the same ancient true fire was released, and the sea of ​​fire became more and more intense. Every soul present had an extremely proud personality, even a bit crazy, and they all attacked together to prevent anyone from escaping.

"Exactly what I want!"

With a hearty laugh, even Jiang Mo made his move, pushing the scale of the Ancient Dao True Fire to its peak, turning the entire sect into a living hell.

"kill!"

The roar shattered the sky, and the eight figures transformed into thousands, even tens of thousands, of afterimages, clashing wildly in the sea of ​​fire.

Amidst the endless clashes of fists and weapons, time seemed to pass in a flash, yet also in many years.

These spirits fought with bloodlust and screamed themselves hoarse, yet they could not destroy a single opponent.

Everyone was simply too powerful, perfectly inheriting all of Jiang Mo's traits. When it came to determining life or death, it was often a matter of probability and luck. When it came to the application of supernatural powers and spells, the difference was negligible.

"Pfft!!"

Jiang Mo's face was ashen. He had been fighting for an unknown amount of time and was covered in wounds. He had survived many encirclements and annihilations.

Until his teenage self showed signs of defeat, he decisively went all out.

While fending off attacks from other souls, he suppressed his target. After nearly a hundred rounds of fierce fighting, he delivered a fatal blow to the throat. As the cold light flashed, a hideous head was severed from its body amidst a spray of blood.

"boom!"

That wasn't enough. Jiang Mo delivered a final punch, piercing the boy's beating heart through his chest and killing him instantly.

"boom!!"

Just as they gained the upper hand, the aura of death swept in like a tidal wave from the side—a blurry black shadow.

"clang!!"

Jiang Mo instantly realized what was happening, raised his hand and swung his sword to block, but was sent flying hundreds of meters away, his internal organs nearly shattered, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The person who attacked him was himself in his prime, whose strength was the greatest among the seven, almost equal to his own.

But this "he" was also in extremely bad condition. In this battle that had lasted for countless years, his injuries were the most severe, and his face was pale. Even so, he still unleashed unimaginable power.

With a single axe strike, the sect's mountain, already riddled with craters, shattered once more.

"call out!"

"call out!!"

"call out!"

Having missed his target, the man grinned maliciously and appeared to Jiang Mo's side as if by teleportation, launching a fierce and relentless attack.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!!"

At the same time, other spirits who caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of their eyes were either killing the weak or watching from the sidelines, but without a doubt, they all did the same thing: simultaneously activating the Soul-Breaking Curse.

Three of them were aimed at Jiang Mo, while one was aimed at the burly man.

"Shhh!!"

"Pfft!!!"

Jiang Mo's eyes were bloodshot, and his mind felt like it was about to explode, as if a nuclear bomb had been bombarded from the deepest part of his body.

He endured the excruciating pain, pushed his speed to the limit, dodged half a body length, and instantly launched a counterattack, swinging his longsword and severing off his entire arm, which was in the prime of his life.

"Pfft!!"

The burly soul that had been ambushed coughed up blood, his eyes blazing with rage, his will on the verge of collapse. He had suffered countless injuries, and this was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"boom!!"

In the 0.00001 seconds that his body was frozen, Jiang Mo, despite his injuries, pierced his forehead with a sword, and with a sudden burst of strength in his wrist, slashed him from top to bottom, splitting him in two. His internal organs and other organs scattered all over the ground, and he died on the spot.

"call...."

Jiang Mo, who had killed two souls in succession, was panting heavily.

After they died, their soul light did not dissipate; instead, it transformed into wisps of invisible light, which were then devoured by the remaining people.

The same thing happened in the distance. The two weakest souls were killed by the young soul, the old soul, and another soul wearing a bronze mask that concealed its true face.

Even with their numerical advantage, it took them a year of continuous and fierce fighting to achieve this result in a 3v2 situation.

It was at this moment that Jiang Mo faced his final battle. Despite being wounded, the three men relentlessly pressed forward.

"Boom!!"

Another epic battle has begun. The battle cries of the warriors shook the heavens and the earth, and all their lifelong skills were put to the fullest in this moment.

Billions of true qi transformed into flying swords, traversing the entire sky; the law of heaven and earth manifested, unleashing ultimate martial arts techniques, shattering mountains and rivers with a single punch, stirring up a raging tornado, and sinking an area of ​​hundreds of kilometers in radius.

The most bizarre of all is the masked spirit, which transforms into an overwhelming darkness that devours all organic matter.

It was as if the Dao Lords and Masters of the Primordial Era were fighting each other, each of them unleashing their combat power beyond the limit, and at one point the sun and moon were dimmed and mountains and rivers were shattered.

The sea of ​​fire initially set up outside the sect was no match for the monsters' magic. They fought from the sky to the ground, and from the ground to the distant sea.

In other words, in the spiritual world, if we were to translate that into reality, the vast human world would inevitably become a wasteland in this battle that has lasted for more than two years.

With a deafening boom, blood rained down from the sky. Jiang Mo, bathed in blood, fought on, his eyes cold and menacing, and with his bare hands, he shattered the ancient soul's Dharma Heaven and Earth.

Soon after, the young man's soul was also killed. A black longsword pierced his heart. It was the most brutal soul that struck, pinning him to the void.

With the demise of these two, the competition to break through the barrier came to an end.

"call....."

"call....."

Similar yet different heavy breathing echoed in the blood-red twilight. On the east and west sides stood two slender figures, whose clothes, which were originally one black and one white, were now stained with blood.

Jiang Mo's right arm was severed, and his left eye was now just a dark, bleeding hole. A hideous sword wound hung on his chest, unable to heal, with black poison flowing from it, continuously corroding his soul.

Opposite him was a soul that looked exactly like him.

Over two hundred years of cultivation, all the accumulated negative emotions and desires have gathered in this person, making the two seem like opposing forces, one yin and one yang.

His injuries were even more severe than Jiang Mo's. His eyes were bloodshot and hollow, filled with pus. He had been hit by the Soul-Breaking Curse dozens of times, but his vitality was extremely tenacious, and he managed to pull through.

Furthermore, half of his body was limp and lifeless, most of the bones in his body were shattered, and even his throat had a wound that almost severed his head—left by Jiang Mo. Unfortunately, it was still a little short of decapitation.

"Why must the conflict escalate to this point...?"

"They...have become nourishment for you and me..."

“You occupy the peak of Yang Qi, and I occupy the peak of Yin Qi... If we merge into one, disregard the rules, and fight to the death, we might be able to advance to an even more extreme realm.”

The ruthless soul, barely clinging to life, used his last ounce of strength to try and persuade the original soul.

"No....."

This was Jiang Mo's answer; he refused immediately.

His face was covered in blood, and the excruciating pain left him numb and exhausted.

"why?"

The other party, unwilling to give up, questioned, their main thought being that they didn't want to die, and that even if they could coexist, there would be a glimmer of hope.

"I'm the one who's breaking through..."

"I am who I am..."

Jiang Mo spoke slowly, his heart beating slightly from the wound on his chest. Many blood vessels were ruptured, and blood kept flowing, soaking his white clothes.

"Everything you have, I have too; what I have, you don't have..."

"It is not a contest between Yin and Yang Qi, but a contest between Yin Qi and Taiyi True Qi."

"I cannot tolerate even the slightest impurity..."

"Please... embark on your journey."

After speaking, Jiang Mo let out a long sigh of relief and began to gather his strength. A stream of black and white, almost gray true qi flowed from his left hand. It was Taiyi true qi, a derivative of the two, and it was rapidly forming a sword.

Upon hearing the cold reply, the man remained silent for a few seconds before letting out a hoarse and ferocious laugh.

"Hahaha!!!"

"Come--!"

"boom!!"

Jiang Mo responded to his roar without hesitation, annihilating his existence with a single sword strike. Countless soul beams flew out, floating between heaven and earth, constantly converging towards Jiang Mo.

"Boom!!!"

The body that unleashed its final strike was too exhausted to maintain its form, and like a meteorite, it plummeted from the void to the earth, coughing up blood repeatedly.

Fortunately, there was still some life left.

Breakthrough to the second stage, successful!

This battle lasted for several years, leaving Jiang Mo exhausted and on the verge of death.

He lay motionless in the ravine of the earth, slowly closing his single, unfocused eye, receiving a baptism from all parts of his body. A massive amount of soul light was constantly being devoured by him, and the excruciating pain receded like a tide.

Unbeknownst to him, his soul had already surpassed its former self, breaking free from its cocoon and becoming the sole master of his physical body.

Chapter 490 A Natural Success, The True Realm Endures Forever

In the seventh year of the secret realm, his consciousness seemed to have fallen into the deep sea, and he slept in darkness for an extremely long time. When all the fatigue and pain had dissipated, Jiang Mo felt an incredibly wonderful sensation.

His soul and body were completely fused together, not in a close fit or permeation, but rather they merged and formed a being that was neither physical nor spiritual, a rare miracle on the path of cultivation.

Ordinary extraordinary beings, cultivators, ordinary people, and even Dao Lords and Masters all have their souls residing deep within their physical bodies, existing in a dependent form and being nourished by them. Therefore, they often show signs of physical aging and decay, and their souls will also decline and perish.

Some powerful cultivators can use special methods to slow down the aging of their physical body and maintain their youth forever, but the effect is limited and cannot benefit the soul.

As time goes by, once the soul begins its irreversible aging process, the person will still die. As for the physical body, if the vitality is insufficient, it will die a precipitous death. If the vitality is sufficient, the corpse will become spiritual and give birth to a new soul.