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

Jiang Mo waved his hand to decline, explaining the reason: "The Dao Lords and Masters of your Flying Immortal Sect have all made great contributions in the world. I used the Cleansing Pool left by them to wash away my karma. Now I am going to preside over this great formation. Once the ceremony begins, I am afraid that there will be very few of the fifteen faith bodies left."

"Fellow Daoist, but..."

Before the Flying Immortal Master could say anything more, he was suddenly interrupted by a sentence.

"Even without those faith bodies, I still have other solutions. Don't worry, the original plan won't be disrupted."

Jiang Mo said confidently, tilting his head slightly. The 'Creating Heaven' in the void was becoming more and more perfect, which made him look forward to it.

Once this hurdle is overcome, the time and coordinates for the arrival of the Starry Sky Human Race will surely be obtained.

Seeing his certainty, the Flying Immortal Master stopped trying to persuade him, saying, "Alright, as long as you're confident."

"However, such an opportunity only comes once. With my current cultivation level and lifespan, I can only set up this kind of formation once. If I miss this opportunity, there will be no next time."

The Flying Immortal Master solemnly reminded him and indicated that he was open to any changes based on his opinions.

"I know I will not let down his hard work."

Jiang Mo made a soft promise, his gaze unwavering. The next moment, his words became law, and he issued a command towards the boundless sea:

"Gentlemen, if we don't return now, when will we?"

In an instant, his voice pierced through the thirty-three heavens, descended to the netherworld, and swept across every corner of the human world.

Thirteen different innate Dao bodies, summoned by a single thought, rushed from all directions at the ultimate speed.

Just over ten breaths later, streams of light that filled the void pierced the sky one after another and landed on the sea altar.

"This...this is!!"

Yao Wang stared intently and was truly terrified. All the newcomers looked like Jiang Mo, and their cultivation levels were all around the King Realm. The strongest among them was the Chaos Dao Body, who had already refined an overseas secret realm.

"They are all just external bodies of mine."

Jiang Mo smiled faintly and told the Three Kings and the Flying Immortal Master about the origins of these external bodies, explaining that they were all composed of his flesh and blood and consciousness, and also belonged to a part of his power.

He controlled it from beginning to end.

"What is that step?" The Flying Immortal Master raised an eyebrow slightly. With these external bodies, they were far from being able to share the burden of heavenly punishment.

"Cultivate the body to achieve reincarnation."

Jiang Mo said casually that this was the most effective way he could think of without sacrificing the fifteen Flying Immortal Faith Bodies.

Moreover, he possesses twenty-six fragments of the Book of Time, which he can send to different historical periods to hone his skills, experience the mortal world, and continuously collect the imprints of the mortal world. When his cultivation is complete, all the imprints of the mortal world will be superimposed in one place, which will inevitably give birth to an unprecedentedly powerful reincarnation body to bear the calamities for him.

"Is it still too late?"

The Flying Immortal Master was startled, not expecting such a brilliant plan.

"of course."

"I am, after all, a controller of thousands of years of history, so I can still manage this. Besides, the Seal of the Mortal World does not necessarily require creating great achievements, becoming a king or general, or influencing future generations to obtain it. Even if one is mediocre, as long as one lives a fulfilling life and experiences birth, aging, sickness, death, joy, sorrow, and reunion, it is just as good."

As Jiang Mo spoke, he sealed the cultivation of the thirteen external bodies, making them appear and act like ordinary people, while all their strange supernatural abilities and techniques were blocked.

During this time, in order to avoid getting entangled in karma, not to ruin the life of the beautiful woman, and not to become a towering tree for his descendants, Jiang Mo also made special arrangements in the subconscious of the thirteen incarnations, so that these incarnations, that is, these unique selves, would not get married and have children while traveling in the mortal world.

"I will go ahead first. As I grow older, I will trouble you to protect me."

"I will certainly not fail the Venerable One's trust," Yue Min replied solemnly.

"Walk."

Jiang Mo smiled faintly, took a step forward, and flashed to the sea area ten thousand meters away. A stone island rose out of thin air, and he naturally sat down in the center of the island. Yue Min began to protect him.

"Buzz!"

Jiang Mo closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and directly activated the fragments of the Book of Time, creating one special time tunnel after another.

"clatter....."

"clatter......"

"clatter......"

The footsteps grew fainter and fainter as different figures disappeared into the tunnel. Once they were all gone, a thin layer of gray film silently covered Jiang Mo's body. He had sealed the flow of his time, and everything outside remained normal.

The thirteen bodies, like pebbles, fell into the endless river of history, quickly sinking to the bottom or being swallowed by giant waves, without causing the slightest ripple.

This was Jiang Mo's deliberate act. He would truly become an ordinary person, one of the most common people, without extraordinary wisdom, the ability to rise in chaotic times, or an unwavering will.

He will be fearful, selfish, greedy, and arrogant.

He will be brave, he will be generous, he will be restrained, and he will be humble.

He is a bully who flatters his superiors, a man who is opportunistic, a man who kicks someone when they're down, and a heartless scoundrel.

He will lead by example, he will be steadfast, he will offer timely help, and he will repay kindness.

He may be frail and sickly, but he will be just like any other mortal, traversing eternity and living in the present moment!

In the endless river of time, through countless events, at different times and in different places, there is always the same figure silently moving forward.

Some people were born into poverty and suffered greatly from war. They joined the army, rushed to the front lines, and fought for ancient monarchs and courts. They risked their lives countless times, marched thousands of miles, and became soldiers who followed a dignified and heroic general.

Here, he is not called Jiang Mo; he has no name and is just an unknown nobody who is called "Hey, you there" by others.

He fought bloody battles, charged into battle, risked his life, and fought against different enemies. After a great victory, he and his comrades enjoyed a bonfire feast, eating meat heartily and getting drunk.

The most magnificent and glorious year of his life was when he was 34 years old. Because the general defeated the neighboring country's army of 150,000 and was rewarded, he was fortunate enough to become one of the thousand cavalry guards who followed the general. He left the desolate and impoverished border and went to the capital to meet the emperor.

Even though they could only be stationed outside the imperial city and were not allowed to enter the palace, they still witnessed an unprecedented scene of prosperity and were filled with emotion.

However, when the general left the capital, he seemed preoccupied, his face was icy, and he was not as joyful as expected.

More than twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye. The young man who was once ragged and emaciated has become a veteran in the army with a growing belly.

He had lost an eye, was somewhat hunchbacked, had a thick beard, and missing teeth. His laughter was always hearty and unrestrained. Occasionally, with the changing seasons, he would suffer from rheumatism, and the excruciating pain in his joints would make him grumble and curse. He would always toss and turn at night, unable to sleep peacefully.

One night, he was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep. Afraid of disturbing his brothers in the camp, he tiptoed out of his tent, put on a thin shirt, and left the tent alone. He sat under an old tree a few feet away, rubbing his aching legs.

"Sigh... I'm useless now, I'm useless now."

He muttered to himself, tears glistening in his eyes, as if recalling unpleasant memories: no father, no mother, no wife, no children, no name, no past.

If someone like him dies one day, probably no one will mourn him.

The nameless veteran only prayed to accumulate more military merits in this life so that he could be reborn into a good family in the next life.

But as he thought about it, he smiled bitterly and sighed silently. A man like him, who killed without hesitation, had committed countless atrocities.

According to the feng shui rumors he had heard, he would probably be condemned to eternal damnation after death, with no possibility of an afterlife.

Even if there is one, it would probably be a muddle-headed beast.

The veteran stayed there for a while and then encountered an old man on night patrol. He was tall and had imposing eyes. With just one glance, Jiang Mo recognized him as the general and stood up tremblingly to greet him.

"General, I...I...my legs are hurting terribly, I couldn't sleep at night, and I didn't want to disturb others, so I came out for some fresh air. I'll be right there..."

Before he could finish his trembling explanation, the general's gaze shifted to his blackened and swollen right ankle.

"what happened?"

"It's...it's a flare-up of rheumatism," Jiang Mo replied, somewhat at a loss.

The general's eyes were also somewhat blurry, not as sharp as usual. He leaned closer to examine them before asserting:

"It was because the legs and feet had sores that got dirty, which caused the pus to accumulate inside."

"Uh, it's alright, I'll head back now, General..."

The veteran, fearing he might cause trouble for the military camp, said with a terrified expression.

"Wait for me here, don't wander off. Your leg will be ruined if you don't get it treated soon."

Watching the general turn and leave, the veteran stammered, "Ah? Okay..."

A moment later, the old man on night patrol returned, carrying a sharp knife, several bottles of medicinal wine, and a piece of silk that he had cut from who-knows-where.

"Lie down."

"Sit still and bear with it."

Under the general's unquestionable command, the old soldier leaned against the tree. The general looked at the grotesquely swollen boil and roared:

"Fool! After so many years in the army, don't you know how to cherish your life?"

"General, you...you recognize me?" The old soldier's nose tingled with emotion.

"I don't recognize it."

"........"

"Pfft!" In the instant the attention was diverted, the old general swung his knife down, the cold light cutting open the poisonous sore. His rough and powerful hands helped the old soldier squeeze out the pus.

The dejected veteran pursed his lips slightly, a bitter and aggrieved expression on his face, before being instantly pulled back to reality by immense pain.

At this moment, he grimaced in pain, gasped for breath, and then heard the general say something in a muffled voice.

"I lied to you."

"Qingyang Town, nineteen years old, enlisted in the army in the dead of winter, left ear missing, that's about all I remember. You have no name."

The general's hands were surprisingly strong, squeezing out all the pus, then applying medicinal wine and powder, and finally wrapping it with a piece of silk, while recounting the old soldier's life story.

"Yes, yes! It's me, General! It's me!"

"You remember me!" The veteran was deeply moved, especially excited, with a look of joy and excitement.

"Nonsense! I've led troops my whole life, how could I not recognize talent?"

The general patted it off, finished bandaging, and let out a laugh and a curse.

"It's cold, have some wine to warm up."

After saying that, the general tossed a bottle of fine wine to the old soldier.

"Thank you, General! Thank you!"

The illiterate, uncultured old soldier racked his brains and came up with this one sentence.

He held the wine jug in his hand, extremely excited, as if he had received the most rewarding honor in the world.

That night, the general and the veteran talked for a long time, with the general asking questions and the veteran answering them most of the time.

The old soldier, who was not good at reading people's expressions, never realized that the general sitting next to him had many worries weighing on his mind, which he could not tell anyone else. He could only chat with his soldiers at night when no one was around to distract himself and relieve his pain.

But for Jiang Mo, this night was particularly exciting and he was full of energy. Being able to sit face to face with the general and chat was the greatest honor of his life!

From that day on, when he parted, the veteran had a new name; he was no longer 'that guy,' but Song Shoucheng.

When the veteran asked about the meaning of the name, he couldn't help but laugh at the general's blunt and perfunctory answer.

"It has no meaning whatsoever. When I went to the city before, I saw fortune tellers with a booklet, naming newborn babies."

"I stole a few pages of it when I was young and memorized most of it, but after all these years, I've almost forgotten it all."

"Song Shoucheng, just make do with this."

"Yes, General!" The veteran stood tall and proud, as if reborn, his toothless mouth beaming with an especially radiant smile.

After that, the veteran and the general stayed at the border for several years. The war became increasingly severe. The neighboring country had hundreds of thousands of troops who could cross the border at any time and start a war. Fortunately, things remained calm.

When he was forty-six, the general he had respected all his life was accused by the civil officials of deceiving the emperor, concealing war reports, colluding with neighboring countries, and plotting a rebellion. He then launched a rebellion and attacked the capital.

"Damn it! The general is seventy years old and has no legitimate son. How many more years can he be emperor?"

"That damned emperor has become too complacent sitting on the dragon throne; he's gone mad!"

Upon receiving the news, Song Shoucheng cursed loudly. He was illiterate, did not understand the complexities of national sentiment, did not value righteousness, and was not good at scheming.

He was a rough man who only knew that when he was suffering from hunger and cold, the general took him in, and for the next twenty years, he followed the general in his campaigns.

The hideous scars on their bodies were proof of their loyalty to the court. The old soldier also watched as the general he revered as a god grew old, his hair turned white, and his face became haggard.

He almost sacrificed his entire life for the country and its people.

Song Shoucheng knew the root of the general's suffering: his wife had died early, and his only daughter had become a concubine in the court, but she was not happy. The so-called concubines and favors were just a means for the emperor to control him.

That concubine had died in a palace intrigue before the rebellion even began, her death tacitly approved by the emperor and her subsequent suicide by poisoned wine at the empress's behest.

Upon hearing the news, the veteran, who had no time to grieve, was branded as a traitor and a traitor to the emperor.

Thus, this army, which had been guarding the border for many years, followed their general in a grand procession to the capital, determined to demand an explanation, kill the wicked empress, and hold the dog emperor accountable.

However, things didn't go as planned. In less than two months, they were besieged by various warlords.