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

"Senior brother, if there is a chance in the future, I will definitely bring you back to life in this world."

Jiang Mo said with a faint smile.

"No... I am already dead, so my fate is not important."

"The important thing is that you lead everyone forward together."

Zuo Ruotong did not have a strong obsession with the matter of resurrection; instead, she offered caring advice.

“Junior brother, the risks you are taking are too great. I have no regrets if I can know everything about the future before I die.”

"Promise me, promise me... to watch over everyone, to watch over this world."

Jiang Mo nodded slightly in response: "I will do my best."

"good....."

"it is good......"

Zuo Ruotong repeatedly said "good," and he held Jiang Mo's right hand tightly, feeling the familiar warmth. He smiled with relief, said nothing more, closed his eyes, and passed away peacefully, bringing his life to a perfect end.

Jiang Mo looked at his peaceful senior brother, clasped his hands together, and prayed silently.

After a long while, he stood up and cast a spell. The vortex of time unfolded in an instant, and his figure suddenly disappeared, restoring silence to the cave.

Chapter 504 Taking it a step further, first encounter with the outsider

February 2025. Time flies. Jiang Mo's cultivation level is increasing day by day, and he is becoming more and more proficient in the supernatural powers of various historical records. However, the number of fragments has stopped at 26 and can no longer increase.

Whether in the Nine Provinces or overseas, his thirteen avatars thoroughly explored every explorable area. However, due to the vastness of the world and the obscurity of nature, or the covert obstruction of two innate magical artifacts, no new traces of the fragments of history were found.

Jiang Mo roughly estimated that he, Yue Min, and the Flying Immortal Master had a total of thirty pieces, enough to make up half of the History of Time. Unfortunately, the rest was a long way off.

Late at night, at the Moon-Viewing Pavilion on the back mountain, Jiang Mo stood alone, gazing up at the sky. There, billions of dazzling stars, separated by an infinite distance, adorned the dark night sky.

He pondered that the nine planets centered on the sun, apart from their home planets, all contained extremely considerable resources. He wondered when he should go to the stars to develop those planets. It was too desolate and too extravagant for him alone, or a sect, to occupy one or eight planets.

At the same time, he was absolutely certain that he could modify the natural environment there to make it suitable for human survival through 'at will'. Moreover, he had personally set foot on each planet, and the spiritual energy contained there was no weaker than that of the world he was currently in, and was even far stronger.

How much time is left?

Jiang Mo sat on a stone chair, brewing tea, pondering slightly. He was questioning himself: could he possess the absolute power to stand alone and refuse all the demands of the beings from beyond the Heavenly Abyss after their arrival?

There's still room for development regarding the second true form...

His true form is at the seventh level of the Profound Fate Realm, and the eighth and ninth levels are still a long way off. Unless he sacrifices all his lifespan, it will be difficult for him to reach a higher level in the short term. At least, he shouldn't even think about it for the next hundred years. Whether he can reach the peak of the seventh level of the Profound Fate Realm by then is still an unknown number.

As Jiang Mo drank his tea, his face appeared somewhat cold in the moonlight. He instinctively felt that the Dao Lords and Masters outside of Tianyuan must know more secrets, and might even have the means to suppress the history books of time.

Therefore, he needs to make thorough preparations to further improve his cultivation.

In addition, Jiang Mo had other expectations. He was waiting for the strong outside of Tianyuan, those affiliated cultivators of families, sects, and kingdoms. Although their strength was weak, they were core members. He hoped that they would enter the Nine Provinces World through certain spatial gaps and take the initiative to communicate, cooperate, and win him over.

Once contact occurs, more information about the outside world will be obtained, and a general understanding will be gained of all the Dao Lords and Masters who may pose a threat to Tianyuan.

"..."

"Whoosh! Whoosh!!"

The sound of the teapot pouring tea was like the gentle murmur of a mountain stream. Jiang Mo drank until midnight, then suddenly gazed at the horizon, got up and left.

It's time to find enough nourishment for the transformation of the second true form!

"Boom!!!"

A white light swept across the boundless sky. Almost instantly, Jiang Mo toured the mountains and rivers. As his true qi swept over every inch of soil and river, countless scenes were imprinted deep into the depths of his mind.

Several years ago, Jiang Mo discovered the footprints of the Skeleton White Tiger, one of the three ancient demon kings who fought against the Flying Immortal Master and was severely injured and forced to flee.

It lies dormant deep beneath the border desert, undergoing a crucial transformation. Its past injuries have been fully healed, and its aura is far more terrifying than before.

Several powerful demon kings guarded the area near its sleeping forbidden land. In the dead of night, a silvery-white light suddenly descended from the sky, like an immortal descending from another world, walking into the depths of the desert.

In an instant, the three demon kings realized what was happening and became alarmed and terrified. The figure that appeared in the distance terrified them as if they had fallen into an ice cave. Their strong intuition told them that no matter what they struggled, it would be meaningless. The newcomer was none other than the strongest master in the human world—San Yi Jiang Chenqing.

"Did you come out on your own?"

"Should I ask you to come out?"

Jiang ignored the silent demon kings as if they were air and continued walking forward. With each step he took, the entire desert beneath his feet trembled slightly, as if it were a piece of paper that could be torn apart at any moment.

Less than half a second after his voice rang out, a ferocious and lifelike white tiger head materialized in the sky above the desert, its eyes filled with apprehension and deeply concealed displeasure. Even so, it still spoke politely and respectfully, not daring to offend him, and asked:

"I am currently in seclusion and unable to welcome you. I hope the Venerable One will forgive me. May I ask the purpose of your visit?"

This ancient demon king, who had cultivated for nearly 1,500 years, was well-versed in human relationships and social customs. It adopted an extremely humble posture, unwilling to antagonize Jiang Mo.

“Take your essence and blood, and theirs as well.”

Jiang Mo stated his purpose directly, completely disregarding the feelings and thoughts of these powerful demons. He could kill them at will and extract their essence blood if he wished.

"Very well! Since the Venerable One has a need, I will provide it."

Upon hearing Jiang Mo's purpose, the skeletal white tiger hiding underground in the desert suddenly relaxed its tense nerves. It initially thought that the other party had come to kill it, but who would have thought that he only wanted its essence blood. Therefore, it agreed without hesitation.

"call out--!"

A gray light pierced through the depths of the desert and flew straight into Jiang Mo's hand. When the light faded, a stone pot was revealed, filled with the essence blood of a silver demon king.

Jiang Mo opened it, glanced at it briefly, and realized that it was indeed the nourishment he needed.

The next moment, the several demon kings guarding the forbidden area dared not delay and hurriedly handed over their essence blood.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Jiang Mo accepted it without saying a word and turned to leave gracefully.

His figure became slightly transparent and then completely disappeared from the desert surface. The demon kings frantically sniffed the air until they were sure he had really left before they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, Di Ting?" The giant white tiger shadow hovering in mid-air inquired about information from one of the demon kings under its command.

"Your Majesty, what has come is not the true form!"

The ancient, exotic beast known as Di Ting reported the truth.

Its ears were covered with special and mysterious patterns, flowing with incredible and profound power. It could hear many unknown secrets and immediately realized that Jiang Mo was not his real body. Even so, it dared not risk revealing them, let alone resisting.

It should be noted that the border desert and the Sanyi Sect's headquarters in the south are less than 10,000 kilometers apart. With the opponent's methods, it doesn't matter where their true body is; they can arrive in an instant.

"Isn't it the real body?"

The skeletal white tiger immediately sensed the vast difference in strength between the two sides. The clone projection it had just seen was truly terrifying. It pressed down on it from a distance, making it almost want to flee immediately. The threat made it feel uncomfortable all over. And this was just a projection. If the real body were to descend, who knew how terrifying it would be.

Meanwhile, a similar scene was unfolding on the Australian continent overseas.

The ancient demon ape, most severely injured by the Flying Immortal Master, fled to this continent and devoured many native creatures, turning them into nutrients to repair its body.

However, on this day, it encountered the person it least wanted to see. Almost the instant Jiang Mo appeared, the ancient demon king, sensing something, decisively fled. In an instant, its figure released three thousand six hundred identical auras, escaping in different directions.

However, it miscalculated, not expecting that Jiang Mo would also release an equal number of clones in an instant to chase after it and kill them one after another.

A few minutes later, in the South Pacific, the true form of the ancient demon ape was blocked by Jiang Mo. A fierce battle broke out between the two sides. In less than three moves, the corpse of a colossal creature collapsed and fell into the sea, staining the nearby waters red.

After extracting the essence and blood of the demon monkey and its hardest bones, Jiang Mo left this world.

......

In just one night, Jiang Mo found and plundered the essence and blood of the four ancient demon kings who had been hiding: the Nine-Headed Sun-Devouring Lion, the Skeleton White Tiger, the Ancient Demon Ape, and the Chaos Swamp Lizard. In addition, more than sixty demon king fiefdoms within the Nine Provinces also welcomed the same uninvited guest overnight.

At dawn, Jiang Mo returned to his sect with the essence blood of the four ancient demon kings and the sixty-two demon kings, and began a new round of cultivation. He switched to his second true body, bathed in the demon blood one by one, and stole their bloodline power to enhance his physical body.

The most intense treatment involved the essence and blood of the four ancient demon kings. After being introduced into the internal organs, it was no less than enduring the eighteen tortures of hell, and the process was extremely agonizing.

After several years of seclusion, Jiang Mo finally refined the essence blood of the four ancient demon kings and the sixty-two demon kings.

In April 2025, around the time of Qingming Festival, Jiang Mo emerged from seclusion. His body had become even more imposing, standing at 4 meters tall. His skin remained the color of cold iron, and his eyes were like dark red suns. His cultivation had improved.

Soon after, Yue Min, Yue Li, and Yao Wang, having recovered from their injuries, paid a visit to Jiang Mo and spent half a month exchanging ideas and discussing philosophy with him before leaving satisfied.

.......

On April 14, in southern Xinjiang, at the border with neighboring countries, a deafening roar echoed. Collapsed mountains were frozen for hundreds of miles. A quasi-king-level monster was beheaded by a cold-faced middle-aged man with a sword.

Lu Jin was panting heavily, his face slightly pale. This battle had almost exhausted all his fighting strength, and he had only managed to win by a narrow margin.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed violently, staggered, and fell beside an ancient tree. He gasped for breath, using the Three Ones True Method to draw upon the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth to heal his wounds.

"Boom!!!"

However, at that very moment, a golden crack suddenly tore open in the nearby forest, and more than a dozen well-dressed cultivators flew out.

Their clothing was unique and mysterious, resembling the attire of secret sects, yet completely different; more accurately, it was a kind of family clothing.

"Boom!!!"

The blood essence of the quasi-king-level demon beast immediately attracted the attention of the outsiders.

They flew in on their swords, and in less than half a breath, they were even more surprised to see the badly injured Lu Jin. They began to communicate in an unfamiliar language.

"Who are you...?"

Lu Jin looked at these people warily, an ominous premonition spreading in his heart. It was almost instinctive, or perhaps some kind of gene flowing in his blood, that made him feel a natural aversion and rejection to these cultivators.

The cultivator leading the group was an elderly man in a golden robe with white hair. His aura was so unfathomable that Lu Jin could not see through him. Beside him were several middle-aged men and women, all of whom possessed auras comparable to those of a half-king level expert.

The young men and women behind them were all at the level of demon generals.

"The natives of Tianyuan actually possess such abilities?"

"Judging from his appearance, he seems to be injured. Why don't we just take down the Soul Searcher directly, so that we can have a clearer understanding of this world?"

"Wait, we're new here and don't know the identity of this native. If we act rashly, we might attract a forbidden-level expert."

"Alright, let's try to communicate with him first."

Those cultivators of extraordinary origins were discussing without any restraint.

Because of the language barrier, Lu Jin couldn't understand what they meant at all, but he keenly sensed that these guys had an undisguised malice towards him.

As the blond elder defied the objections, he gently waved his hand, signaling the charmingly dressed woman beside him, who held a jade ruyi scepter, to step forward and speak with Lu Jin.

The old man had originally intended to search Lu Jin's soul directly, but he hesitated when he saw Lu Jin's middle-aged appearance and impressive strength.

Their power in this world is limited, and if they accidentally kill core members of a powerful local sect and trigger a conflict, the consequences will be dire.

"Hello, would you mind telling us about the situation in this world?"

The woman did not speak, but instead used a mental technique to directly convey her meaning to Lu Jin, with an invisible ripple network spreading out around her to receive mental feedback.

"Are you cultivators from the secret realm?"

Instead of giving a direct answer, Lu Jin looked at these people warily and questioned them.

He had served as the president of the Security Council and knew many historical secrets, so he didn't have much affection for the secret sects.

"Secret realm?"

Upon hearing this, the woman was slightly surprised, then smiled gently:

"No, we come from beyond the Abyss, and the world you live in is the Abyss."

"..."

"What are you doing here?" Lu Jin frowned.

"explore."

"Would you mind taking us to your human capital, or your family or sect? We mean no harm."

The woman whispered her thoughts.

She was also being cautious, not intending to easily offend such a special native, as the other party might have a backup plan, such as summoning powerful figures from their family or sect, which would be troublesome.

"Whether you have malicious intent or not, I cannot stop you from doing what you are doing."

"However, since you want to talk, I'll trouble an elder to come and talk to you."

Lu Jin was tense all over, not daring to relax even a little, and immediately recited the elder's name in her heart.

At the same moment, in a remote coastal region, on a mountain peak shrouded in mist and filled with spiritual energy.