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

"Take it."

"call out--!"

A blur flew out, and Yue Min reached out and caught it steadily.

Its eyes reddened, as if in disbelief a dream, tears welled up, and countless thanks surged in its heart, yet it didn't know where to begin. Instinctively, it knelt down and thanked them:

"I am deeply grateful for your great kindness, young friend. From now on, I am willing to go through fire and water for you, even at the cost of my life!"

Chapter 503 Senior Brother, why aren't you circulating your internal energy?

The secret realm of the Divine Descent Sect belongs to another dimension, and the spiritual energy within it does not originate from the same source as the current dimension.

After killing a group of old ghosts from the Divine Descent Sect, Jiang Mo did not use the Longevity Instrument to drain the place dry. Instead, he fell into thought. He had a clone of the Chaotic Dao Body. Although his cultivation level was not yet able to touch the Dao Lord realm, he could still refine the secret realm.

However, the unknown risks were too great and the returns too small, so Jiang Mo rejected the idea as soon as it came to mind.

"Boom!!!"

The death of the Master caused an inexplicable tremor in the heavens and earth, and the vast spiritual energy became chaotic. Its real-world coordinates were about to shift and drift.

"Walk."

Jiang Mo gave a soft call, and his figure transformed into a beam of white light that reached the sky, instantly teleporting outside the secret realm. Following closely behind were three heavily injured demon kings.

"Master Xuan, what should we do about this...?"

Yao Wang's expression was solemn. As soon as it escaped the secret realm, it discovered something terrifying: the mountains outside the original secret realm where the Divine Descent Sect was located were shrouded in a deep, dark color, as if some kind of evil spirit was polluting the world.

Yue Min stared at the spot, silent. It was normal for the secret realm to move after the death of an ordinary master, but the secret realm of Shenlin Sect belonged to another dimension. The black mist released after their master's death was strange and made Yue Min feel uneasy for a long time.

"Back off."

Jiang Mo stepped forward, his expression still calm, as if he were not under any pressure.

Then, gazing at the overwhelming torrent of black mist, he muttered to himself:

"Those filthy things are the resentment of the three great ferocious beasts after their deaths. Of course, there is much more than that. In addition to them, there are also the resentment of the Dao Lords and Masters of the Divine Realm throughout the ages, including the resentment of their ancestors after their deaths. They are all erupting now. They were sealed underground in the secret realm before, but after the death of their Masters, they are completely unrestrained. If they are allowed to grow, they may develop intelligence."

After his explanation, the three demon kings behind him suddenly understood.

"Go back to where you came from."

Jiang Mo clasped his hands together, and the surrounding heaven and earth roared. A massive amount of spiritual energy gathered and formed a transparent cauldron that blotted out the sky. In an instant, a surging golden sea of ​​fire rolled and burned inside, and countless resentful and malevolent energies evaporated in an instant.

At the same time, the four sheets of paper of the Book of Time, formed from the more than twenty fragments of the History Book he possessed, were slowly releasing a purple-blue, dark glow.

"Wow——!"

Countless special runes appeared outside the secret realm, the engraved marks being the coordinates of the teleportation from back then. Jiang Mo glanced at them, gained some insight, and then activated two great divine abilities in succession: the Amber Cage and the Space-Time Transfer.

"Boom!!!"

The entire Divine Descent Secret Realm trembled, as if an invisible giant hand had uprooted it and suspended it in the void. A few seconds later, the void collapsed, revealing a terrifying and mysterious black hole, which was the passage to the world where the Divine Descent Sect originally resided.

"enter!"

With a sharp shout from Jiang Mo, the vast secret realm instantly turned into a blur and completely disappeared into the boundless black hole.

"Boom!"

The spectacular sight lasted for more than ten breaths before it ended. The black hole gradually healed, the void solidified, and everything returned to normal.

The sun's rays streamed through the gaps in the clouds, thousands upon thousands of them, like golden spears, exceptionally beautiful.

"it's over....."

Yue Min gazed at the sunset with rapt attention, his expression somewhat dazed, for the hatred of his tribe had been avenged.

It felt more relaxed than ever before, slowly exhaling a large breath of stale air, and even the pain in its body subsided without it realizing it.

Suddenly, Yue Li remembered that there was a Cloud Void True Monarch imprisoned overseas, and subconsciously asked:

“Xuan Zun, has that one overseas been executed? In my opinion, killing him would be a waste; it would be better to turn him into a puppet.”

"What a waste! What a waste! In my opinion, we should just have a good meal!" Yao Wang chimed in, eager to suggest.

"They've killed them all, not even ashes are left."

"Let's go back."

Jiang Mo smiled, turned and disappeared, bidding farewell to the three kings, and returned to his sect, resuming his usual cultivation state.

.......

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. The three kings were recuperating in their respective secret realms. Jiang Mo was meditating in a pavilion when a gentle breeze suddenly blew in. He slowly opened his eyes and was immediately struck by the infinite beauty of the landscape and the warm sunshine.

"Time is up."

The murmurs echoed on the empty fourth floor.

Soon after, he got up and left, returning to his dormitory. He put on a simple black robe, walked to the kitchen, glanced at all the ingredients, rolled up his sleeves, and silently began to start a fire and cook.

The sound of chopping vegetables on a cutting board slowly rose up, quickly attracting the attention of several elf juniors. When they entered the kitchen, they were stunned and could not believe what they saw. The god-like Xuanzun was actually cooking.

"Senior Xuanzun, do you... do you need any help?!"

A chubby little boy, transformed from a gecko, asked nervously, his voice even sounding a bit stammering.

"No need, go and do your own thing."

Jiang Mo turned around and smiled slightly. The young elves nodded like chicks pecking at rice and quickly left.

An hour later, the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. The meal prepared by Jiang Mo consisted of familiar home-style dishes that he had eaten in the sect before, including six meat dishes, six vegetable dishes, and a soup.

Once the cooking was complete, a wisp of spiritual energy, as thin as a cicada's wing, flowed from his fingertips, forming a barrier that preserved the hot food.

Afterwards, he extinguished the firewood, cleaned the stove, cutting board, and knives in the kitchen, and then quietly left, going alone to the back mountain.

The steps paved with white jade lead directly to the many caves on the mountain, where there are many solitary and secluded karst caves, which have always been the secluded retreat places of the Sanyi disciples.

As his memories became clearer, Jiang Mo stepped into a cave he knew best. It was the place where his senior brother, Zuo Ruotong, had been in seclusion for many years. It was also the place where Si Chong and Cheng Zhen had their last argument, conflict, pleading, and compromise.

The cave was so quiet that there wasn't a sound, and it was exceptionally cool. The afternoon sun was particularly bright outside the cave, so it wasn't dark inside either, and the visibility was quite good.

Jiang Mo walked to a certain place and stopped. His expression was calm, but a hint of remembrance appeared deep in his eyes. In the current timeline, counting from their last parting, he had not seen his senior brother for more than a hundred years.

Even if he possessed more than twenty fragments of historical records and the historical authority over the past 200 years, he could not arbitrarily alter the fact of Zuo Ruotong's death. Doing so would cause the future, which had not yet been extended, to completely vanish into nothingness, and the entire world would return to chaos.

Unless he can collect all the fragments, he can only access the power of the modification system and write history without any impact. Otherwise, he can only use a method that is as stupid as it gets.

In a fixed location, time travel is reversed, and different times and spaces of a world merge into one place.

This also has a limiting effect: Zuo Ruotong can exist within the range of Jiang Mo's spell, but once he leaves that range, he will instantly turn to ashes.

There are only two ways to revive him: either extend the scope of time reversal to the entire world, allowing your senior brother to extend his life without any worries, or activate the rewriting supernatural power of the complete history book.

"......"

Jiang Mo took a deep breath, adjusting himself to his optimal state. His gaze was fixed on a radius of three zhang, and he held several fluttering sheets of paper in his hands. In a moment, he activated his supernatural power and rewound through the years.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, countless particles vibrated, the power of time distorted the real world, and everything within three zhang was rewinding, one year, ten years, fifty years, getting closer and closer!

........

In 1942, in the cave behind the Sanyi Mountain, Zuo Ruotong, looking emaciated, sat quietly on the ground, his thoughts wandering, like a lost and dejected ghost.

In the morning, he had already convened a general meeting of the sect, but in the end, he still softened his heart and did not reveal the truth about Ni Sheng.

Now, on the verge of death, he only wants to be alone, so he simply stays in this secluded place where he has been in seclusion for years, waiting for the final arrival of death.

Looking back on my life, I have many regrets, and scenes from the past come to mind.

His heart was breaking, his consciousness was growing increasingly blurred, as if he were falling into an endless abyss. He had no strength left in his body, and even breathing was difficult. His old injuries flared up, and his internal organs were bleeding, pushing him to the brink of despair.

However, he no longer cared about that, only wanting to be naturally freed rather than prolong his life by reversing the natural order.

"Ugh....."

His sighs were filled with exhaustion; years of reversing his life force had taken a heavy toll on his mental and physical strength.

On his deathbed, Zuo Ruotong recalled his youth, when his master was still alive and his fellow disciples were also there. Although the sect was not large, it was a harmonious and joyful place.

However, in the past few decades, he, who succeeded as the sect leader, only briefly brought the sect to its peak. What followed was the inevitable decline that he had foreseen. After all, one cannot reach the heavens through the three realms, and one cannot deceive oneself.

"call......"

As his senses gradually numbed, his memories became clearer. Zuo Ruotong was worried, wondering where his junior brother who had gone down the mountain to travel was now, whether he was alive or dead.

If he also entered the third level, it's impossible for him not to come back. Or did he also discover the truth and choose not to return?

Or perhaps... they died in battle in the northern frontier?

Zuo Ruotong was too exhausted to think about all the complicated thoughts. He only felt endless regret. Before breaking through the barrier, he was full of expectations, thinking that it was the stairway to the Cloud Palace. Who knew that after breaking through, he found that it was an abyss. All his efforts in life had been in vain.

However, just as his consciousness was becoming hazy, a strange and abrupt scene occurred. Within a three-zhang radius of where he was sitting, a dazzling circular rune appeared, as if it were some kind of powerful restriction.

Immediately afterwards, Zuo Ruotong raised his head with difficulty. His dull and lusterless long hair covered his eyes. Through the gap, he gradually saw a familiar black figure constantly condensing and appearing!

That was his junior brother who was away from home.

How could they possibly appear before my eyes at this time?

Thinking of this, Zuo Ruotong realized that he might be experiencing a sudden burst of lucidity before death, seeing hallucinations, or that there really was such a thing as the Yellow Springs Underworld, and that his junior brother, who had passed away earlier, had come to take him away.

Gradually, a smile appeared on his lips as he calmly accepted death.

The next moment, that tall and slender figure uttered a sentence that he found hard to believe.

"Senior brother, it's me who's back. I've crossed back from 84 years in the future, all alone."

"Why don't you hurry up and circulate your internal energy?"

"..."

"?"

The voice that rang in Zuo Ruotong's ears was like the sound of a morning bell and evening drum. His body and mind couldn't help but tremble. His instincts for cultivation over the years were directly touched by this simple sentence, and he spontaneously activated the Reverse Life Technique.

"Wow!——"

His aged skin was rapidly repaired, becoming fair and youthful, and his emaciated body was becoming plump and robust at a visible speed.

"Junior Brother... Junior Brother..."

As Zuo Ruotong perceived reality, he immediately realized that this was not an illusion, but that there was indeed a junior brother looking at him.

The other person's figure was like that of an immortal, perfect and flawless. The aura surrounding him was mysterious and powerful, yet it bore the shadow of his junior brother.

"Touch it, and you will know everything, Senior Brother."

Jiang Mo replicated a portion of his modern memories, transforming it into a ball of light that floated into Zuo Ruotong's hand.

"Junior brother... is it really you?"

Zuo Ruotong revealed a bittersweet smile, tears welling up in his eyes. Without even a doubt, he reached out and touched the ball of light. Instantly, countless memories flooded back like a tide.

He saw the future; he saw everything.

Several hours later, as if she had watched an immersive movie, Zuo Ruotong slowly opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't expected that the sect in the future would not only not decline, but would also grow stronger.

His former disciples are all doing well and have achieved success in their respective fields, standing on their own.

"Thank you for your hard work, junior brother."

Zuo Ruotong expresses his sincerest gratitude to the creators of all these miracles.

The man didn't say anything, but simply opened his arms wide.

Zuo Ruotong walked forward in tacit understanding and embraced him. After many years, the two finally met again.

After a moment, Jiang Mo took out a table and chairs from his storage pendant, set out the food, and chatted with his senior brother about the various events that had happened over the years.

Upon learning the truth of what happened in the future, Zuo Ruotong felt relieved and free from the inside out, filled with many emotions.

In the narrow and dimly lit cave, the brothers talked about everything and reminisced for several days. Zuo Ruotong had no regrets before he died.

His genuine smile was radiant, a stark contrast to his usual gentle demeanor. He patted his junior brother on the shoulder, laughing heartily, full of admiration.

"Junior brother, I am so happy!"

"It's so kind of you to come and see me!"