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

In the view of the Flying Immortal Daoist, the potential of the human body is infinite, as vast as the stars and universe of the myriad worlds. He firmly believes that within the infinitely small particles between every inch of flesh and blood in the body, one mysterious universe after another is being nurtured, with billions of universes being born and billions of universes being destroyed every moment.

The key to the ultimate path was born from this conjecture: man is heaven and earth, man is the universe, man is infinity. As long as one has an absolute idealistic will to pursue the Dao, one can open the unknown and mysterious door of evolution and achieve the ultimate leap in the level of life.

In his vision, the human body comprises 983,766,512 vast universes.

The purpose of the Ultimate Key is to burn one's life force and soul, causing oneself to fall into nothingness. In this mysterious and life-threatening chaotic state, one can grasp a sliver of life, strive for the revival of a universe, thereby obtaining infinite energy. This allows the damaged body to instantly recover to its peak state, violently break through barriers, shatter shackles, and step into a completely new realm.

This forbidden technique is extremely difficult to master. There is no distinction between minor and major success; it is a life-or-death gamble. Each time the spell is cast, the state is reset, making it full of uncertainty.

The revival of the inner universe can allow the spellcaster to enter a new realm in a short period of time, with combat power soaring hundreds or tens of thousands of times. However, the duration is limited, lasting only for half an incense stick's time. Once it fails, death is the only outcome, and even the possibility of reincarnation will be completely lost, with the soul light dissipating into the world.

No master of the Flying Immortal Sect dared to cultivate the Ultimate Dao Key during their prime years.

The risk of death is too high. Only when they are old and have retired, about to enter their coffins, will they take a gamble to see if they can advance and glimpse the secrets of the realm above the Dao Lord, so that they can leave them to future generations.

More than five thousand years have passed, and the Flying Immortal Sect has had nine generations of masters and twenty-eight Dao Lords.

The patriarch is suspected to have achieved cultivation, the fourth generation of masters have achieved cultivation, the seventh generation of masters have achieved cultivation, and five Dao Lords have also achieved cultivation.

Excluding Ji Lingchuan, the ninth-ranked Immortal Master in the world, the two Dao Lords sleeping in the blood coffin, and Xuan Hua.

The remaining five Masters and twenty Dao Lords all failed.

The losers didn't even leave behind their corpses.

Nevertheless, the Dao Lords and Masters of the Flying Immortal Sect have always regarded this technique as their last resort. If they are in dire straits or their sect is on the verge of collapse, they can open the Gate of Ultimate Dao with a single thought. Whether they live or die depends entirely on their own destiny.

According to historical records, 3,400 years ago, ancient evil spirits and blood demon races revived beneath the Nine Provinces, breached a huge underground cave, and attempted to attack the surface. Their activities were later exposed, and a great war was about to break out. Many secret sects participated in the siege, and there were sixteen battlefields.

At that time, a Daoist master from the Flying Immortal Sect participated in the battle. He was surrounded by a million evil spirits and almost died in the abyss battlefield underground.

Later, in despair, he successfully revived a human universe by using the 'Ultimate Key', instantly achieving a sublimation that determined the victory on the battlefield, and swiftly killed one of the twelve supreme beings of the evil spirit race.

That was a being comparable to a Master, but with even stronger vitality, yet it was still brutally destroyed by that Dao Lord.

Unfortunately, the Abyss Battlefield was too vast, with a million evil spirits pressing in, and a giant commander, one of the twelve supreme beings, leading the charge.

That Dao Lord had no time to comprehend anything; he could only fight a bloody battle in his strongest form.

In just half an incense stick's time, Tu Zhigao destroyed more than 700,000 evil spirits. The brilliance of his achievements surpassed that of the six Dao Lords of the six major sects stationed there, as well as more than a thousand human cultivators.

He was like a moth drawn to a flame, or a fleeting flower, both dazzling and extremely short-lived.

That sage never returned to his sect until his death. He stood on the battlefield, his back straight, gazing into the direction of the Flying Immortal Realm. He left no last words before his body transformed into countless shattered soul lights.

Everything that happened on the battlefield was recorded by the Crystal Shadow Stones prepared by the Allied Forces cultivators, clearly reproducing the various scenes of that battle. Later, it was obtained by the Flying Immortal Sect, which regarded it as a great treasure and kept it in the sect. Only the sect leader, Dao Lord, and Master, and other beings of extremely high status, could view it.

Xuan Hua had also looked it up, and now those memories were floating in Jiang Mo's mind, making him feel as if he were there.

The sky was iron-colored, with endless dark clouds. The battlefield was filled with the clash of spells, and the scorched earth stretched for miles beneath the abyss. The bluish-gray blood swayed like an ocean, and the air was thick with the roar of battle.

Across more than three thousand years of history, Jiang Mo witnessed the cruelty of this battlefield. The Evil Spirit Clan was an ancient race with a unique structure. Their bodies were dark gray-blue, with an evil eye between their brows, six arms, and their torsos covered in soul armor.

Although they have no physical body, only souls, their souls are incredibly perverse and terrifying. They possess the means to bewitch and distort the minds of human cultivators, and can also directly possess and seize bodies, strengthening the original physical body and transforming it into an alternative monster.

The creatures of the evil spirit race exhibit a clear pattern of increasing strength, and their soul armor comes in seven colors: white, gray, green, purple, yellow, black, and blood.

The strongest of the supreme beings are those without armor, or rather, every part of their bodies is forged to be as hard as soul armor.

Millions of evil spirits, a dark, overwhelming horde, continuously poured out of the abyss's underground caves, persistently occupying the battlefield's territory.

Compared to their vast numbers, the human forces stationed on this battlefield are pitifully few, like a drop in the ocean.

One million versus one thousand: on average, each human cultivator must fight against one thousand evil spirits.

The seven Dao Lords at the forefront of the battle line let out a deafening battle roar and fought fiercely with five evil spirits clad in blood-red soul armor.

The remaining human cultivators, relying on the array defense line built by the true qi of the seven Dao Lords, were shattered in one fell swoop by hundreds of thousands of evil spirits.

"Boom!!!"

The stalemate lasted less than a few seconds before a crimson beam of soul light shot out from the ground, easily tearing apart the array barrier as if piercing through thin paper.

This shocking upheaval plunged the seven Dao Lords on the front lines into despair.

As an observer, Jiang Mo naturally knew the reason. Back then, when they were besieging the two ancient races, the Evil Spirits and Blood Demons, each faction locked onto sixteen battlefields, and their forces were dispersed.

No one expected that a supreme being of the evil spirit race would suddenly appear on this battlefield!

That was a monster that even a master-level expert might not be able to defeat. With its attack, it lightly slashed through the void, and the crimson soul light swept across the void, shattering the barrier.

A surging wave of Qi swept across the battlefield, and a road forged from golden soul light emerged from the ground, stretching for hundreds of miles, reaching the abyss battlefield, where an old figure slowly emerged.

It was a supreme evil spirit, with a haggard face, standing ten feet tall, with a ferocious body, exuding an explosive power, and possessing a full eight arms. Furthermore, three dark blue orbs of light, like stars, surrounded its shoulders and the top of its head.

"Boom!!!"

With its arrival, millions of evil spirits fell into a state of frenzy, letting out roars that tore the sky apart. Each of them had fierce and tyrannical eyes, and they fought against humans without fear of death.

They resemble hungry ghosts, attacking and parasitizing a person in the hundreds or thousands, and then collectively occupying a body, undergoing indescribable changes.

In just a few breaths, more than a thousand human cultivators were nearly routed, and even one-fifth of the powerful ones were possessed and corrupted, turning against their own side.

"Pfft!!"

"Pfft!!!"

At the forefront, a Dao Lord was distracted for only a moment before his mind was corrupted by two evil spirits in blood-red soul armor, which then burrowed into his body.

He looked up at the sky and howled in agony, his whole body trembling, dripping with bloody pus. He tried several times to break free from their restraints, but failed each time.

The other six Dao Lords, seeing this, tried to help, but were ambushed.

"call out--!"

"Boom!!!"

The Supreme Evil Spirit glanced indifferently at the six human Dao Lords, then swung out a thousand-foot-long blood blade with his right hand. It was as soft as cutting through tofu, and no magical artifact or method could defend against it. It struck in an instant, and blood rained down in the void.

The six figures fell simultaneously, all severely injured. The Dao Lord of the Flying Immortal Sect, who was closest, was cut in half at the waist.

His face was filled with astonishment; he couldn't believe that the Xuanwu Formation couldn't withstand a casual strike from the opponent.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

He roared in anger, his true qi surged wildly, instantly reconstructing his physical body. He was exhausted and panting heavily, his face pale, but he still maintained his peak combat power.

This is the difference between a Dao Lord and a Master. A Master can be injured countless times, and even die multiple times, while a Dao Lord cannot. Once injured, it will cause serious damage to the source of life force.

"call out--!"

"call out--!"

A piercing roar came from all directions; as far as the eye could see, there were enemies everywhere.

The opponent gave him no chance to breathe or resist. Two evil spirits in blood-red soul armor led thousands of elite black-armored warriors to surround and engulf his desolate figure, beginning to possess and assimilate him.

Chapter 513 Settling Down, Contingency Plan

With a loud "bang!", a corner of the battlefield exploded, and countless severed limbs fell to the ground.

The Daoist Master of the Flying Immortal Sect rose up in resistance, fighting to the death. With his left hand drawing talismans and his right hand holding a magic seal, he moved like a stream of light, easily dodging the human wave tactics. At the same time, he controlled the magnificent white light, condensing it into a storm of sword rain, carving out a bloody path.

"Come!--"

His fighting spirit soared, every inch of his skin radiating a divine light, and he unleashed one of the twelve secret techniques of the Flying Immortal Sect, 'Miracle on Earth'.

The next instant, a piercing sound like cotton being torn apart rang out from the depths of the void. A pair of huge golden hands parted the pitch-black sea of ​​clouds, revealing a majestic Dharma image of unknown height overlooking heaven and earth. It was undoubtedly the Dharma Image of the Flying Immortal Sect's founder, the Flying Immortal Dao Lord!

That Daoist master regarded his ancestor as a deity, and in later generations, he used the secret method of "miracles in the human world" to directly create a deity that matched his vision.

In an instant, the entire battlefield fell silent. The elites of the evil spirit camp all showed expressions of fear, for they too had encountered a great problem!

The Dharma form of the Flying Immortal Dao Lord hovered in the void, bringing an immense sense of oppression to the creatures on the battlefield. His downcast gaze was indifferent yet sharp, as if the heavens regarded the mortal beings as ants.

The supreme ancient emperor of the evil spirit race became His first target. Immediately, under the urging of that Dao Lord, His Dharma Image raised a giant hand that blotted out the sky, gathering billions of purple-gold divine lightning bolts, and struck down with one blow.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!"

Countless bolts of lightning struck the ancient emperor's location with pinpoint accuracy, yet it remained unmoved, allowing the purple-gold divine lightning to bombard it with ease, as if bathed in a gentle breeze. Its indestructible soul body showed no sign of being shaken.

The other Dao Lords who witnessed this scene were all in despair, their hearts ashen. The Flying Immortal Sect's twelve arts were the most powerful among them, but even so, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating their own strength.

"boom!!!"

With a thunderous roar, the Evil Spirit Ancient Emperor pointed straight into the void, shattering the space layer by layer. His enormous Dharma form, like a clear body of water disturbed, instantly crumbled into countless pieces, never to be reshaped again.

That was ultimately not the true form of the Flying Immortal Dao Lord, but merely a supernatural technique. Faced with the Evil Spirit Ancient Emperor's serious attack, it was utterly unable to defend against it.

"Pfft!!"

At the same moment, the Daoist Master of the Flying Immortal Sect who cast the spell shed blood in the void, suffering a backlash from his divine power. He coughed up blood, his limbs convulsed, and he fell to the ground like a meteor.

"call out!"

"call out!!!"

Tens of thousands of hungry evil spirits rushed forward, each trying to infiltrate the other's body and complete their parasitism.

The Daoist was in a daze, and after suffering several severe injuries, he was on his last legs. However, his physical body was taken over and became the shell of an even more terrifying monster, which wreaked havoc on the world. So he spontaneously combusted.

"Pong!"

The white and eerie flames burned from the inside out, using flesh and blood as a vessel and souls as fuel. The flames grew stronger and stronger, and in the blink of an eye, the terrifying heat caused the swarming evil souls to scatter.

The entire process took less than a few breaths; the man's figure gradually turned into nothingness and disappeared into the world.

The apparent fall of this Daoist master from the Flying Immortal Sect dealt an unimaginable blow to morale on the battlefield, leading to an increasingly rapid defeat.

With the Supreme Ancient Emperor issuing the order, a million evil spirits began to charge. Of the more than a thousand human cultivators, nearly half were corrupted. Of the six Dao Lords who were fighting, two were parasitized and became new demonic creatures. They were still struggling, but they were powerless to save themselves.

The other four fought and retreated, and even began to waver, wondering if they should retreat.

It wasn't that they feared death, but rather that the gap between them and the supreme beings of the evil spirit race was too great. Even if they burned all their life's flames, they couldn't withstand a gentle breath from the other party, and the flames would be extinguished.

Rather than holding the line, it's better to prolong the battle and wait for reinforcements. However, this inevitably leads to some evil spirits successfully invading the mortal realm, making it difficult to eradicate them later.

This dilemma did not last long.

When the ancient emperor took action again and advanced the battle line, the four remaining Dao Lords made a decision instantly and retreated in unison.

At that moment, a cluster of holy white flames suddenly ignited within the dark mass of evil spirits. More and more light converged there, intertwining in countless strands to form a peculiar, eggshell-like membrane. The figure inside bore a striking resemblance to the Dao Lord who had fallen earlier.

"Ok?"

"That is?!"

"This aura... something's not right... is there a chance?!"

Countless gazes were cast upon it. The ancient emperor of the evil spirit race seemed to sense something, his expression subtle and cautious. He chose to take action to destroy it, but unfortunately, it was too late.

"Boom!!!"

A blood-red spear was hurled from the ancient emperor's hand, piercing through the void and appearing as if thousands of meters away were just inches away. In an instant, it approached the light sphere floating in the void, unleashing a violent collision that shook the battlefield for thousands of miles.

The earth collapsed, the sky cracked, and any humans or evil spirits that got even slightly close were reduced to blood mist.

As the light and dust dissipated, a majestic figure emerged in its place.

The man was radiant and imposing, his eyes like cold lightning, and his true qi and spiritual essence were many times greater than before.

At the moment of his demise, he mastered the 'Ultimate Key', pushed open that mysterious ultimate gate, briefly restored himself to the peak of his life level, and far surpassed it. His expression was exceptionally calm and serene, with a sense of detachment as if he had seen through all the illusions of the world.

A crescent-shaped halo hung high behind him, making him appear like a deity incarnate.

"Wow——!"

"Wow——!"

His true energy was pure white and sharp. Although it looked as gentle as a stream, it spread outwards in circles from him. Every evil spirit that came into contact with it perished along the way.

Even the evil spirit with the crimson soul armor dared not step into the white ripples that were comparable to a forbidden zone for life, and the situation on the battlefield was reversed.

This ancient Daoist master from over three thousand years ago, named Changxian, was a fellow disciple of the fourth generation master of the Flying Immortal Sect. At this moment, he has mastered this supreme secret technique first and is dominating the battlefield.

His chest was like a vast starry sky, with endless white flames surging within, and he wore a platinum battle armor forged from true qi.

Changxian Daojun looked down at the battlefield with utmost composure, like a frosty white leaf drifting in an endless black and gray ocean.

"..."

The Evil Spirit Ancient Emperor and he faced each other across the void, their undisguised killing intent forming streaks of dazzling scarlet that crisscrossed the battlefield like howling hurricanes.

"boom!!!"