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

Those who were whipped, beheaded, tortured to death, or died from exhaustion here could not understand why they were born with this fate.

Some people endured silently, suffering endless torment, and every inch of the city wall was built with their blood and sweat.

Some people, however, may hate the emperor and be unwilling to remain subservient to others for long. Years later, they may utter that timeless and unforgettable phrase.

"Princes, generals and prime ministers would rather have the seed!"

This ushered in a magnificent era.

Another era has come to an end!

Chapter 544 Transformation into Mortal, Thirteen Merged into One, Stealing Heavenly Secrets 3

The first two incarnations of the Chaotic Dao Body ended tragically, while the third incarnation took place during the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

He was lucky enough to get a job as a waiter in a restaurant in the capital, where he spent his days wiping tables, doing accounts, serving dishes, and pouring drinks for customers.

As time went by, more than a decade passed, and the dignitaries who frequented the restaurant became increasingly familiar with him. His seniority gradually rose, and he was fortunate enough to be promoted by influential people several times. Eventually, he became the manager of that restaurant and held a considerable position.

In this life, he is steady, honest, and even a bit timid. He is the kind of honest person who will not fight back or talk back when scolded, and he only knows how to work.

He got along quite well with his colleagues and the chefs.

Many years passed in this way. In the capital, he witnessed the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and saw many officials and poets who would be remembered in later generations, drinking and having fun together in restaurants during festivals.

Days passed by, and before they knew it, more than ten thousand days had gone by. Jiang Mo, now middle-aged, had a short beard and looked gentle and mild-mannered, like a gentleman. He wore a brown long robe and always had a faint smile on his face, greeting everyone he met.

His virtuous character earned him the approval of the restaurant owner and many residents in the vicinity.

As he grew older and remained unmarried, matchmakers began to approach him, offering him a wide selection of young women, widows, and women who had left brothels.

His circumstances weren't bad; he owned an ordinary house in Chang'an, and his savings over the years made him far wealthier than the average person.

Moreover, his restaurant has been thriving for years, making him one of those wealthy people who would never have to worry about anything even if they broke their legs.

When he turned thirty, his employer approached him and said:

"Old Xu, stop making trouble and take a break. From now on, you can just hold a nominal position and enjoy your retirement. Your salary will still be paid."

The person who treated him so well was the very person who had promoted him back then, and also the true owner of the restaurant.

To this, the shopkeeper of Xu Ning's masterpiece simply declined: "Thank you for your consideration, sir, but I'm used to it and can't stay idle. I'll look at it for a few more years."

"Okay, okay, remember to tell me when you get tired."

Seeing that he was unwilling, the employer had no choice but to give up in the end.

By the time he turned thirty-four, Xu Ning had been introduced to batch after batch of women by matchmakers. Some were beautiful but came from poor backgrounds, some were strong but had fiery tempers, and some were proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but none of them caught his eye.

For some reason, he couldn't develop feelings for these women; he seemed to have grown accustomed to being alone.

Over the next six months, Xu Ning grew tired of the matchmakers' repeated visits and declined the offer.

Several years passed in the blink of an eye. At the age of thirty-seven, Xu Ning fell ill and was bedridden. His illness was terminal. Before he died, the entire house was eerily quiet, with a sinister atmosphere spreading silently.

Xu Ning, on the other hand, was unusually peaceful. He lay on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his eyes dim, looking back on the past.

In this life, he seemed to have lived a particularly good life. He had enough to eat and wear, did not compete with others and invite disaster, and was not suffering from war. For him, this was already a great fulfillment.

At the bedside, several middle-aged people of similar age knelt there, wailing incessantly, their snot and tears streaming down their faces.

These were all the waiters and cooks who had worked with Xu Ning in the restaurant in his early years. They had formed a deep friendship over more than 20 years of working together. Now that Xu Ning had passed away from illness at a young age, these old friends were all heartbroken.

"Shopkeeper, please don't go! Please don't go..."

"What will we do if you leave... Waaaaah..."

"Shopkeeper...please hold on a little longer. Zhang Xiao'er has already run to the clinic; they'll be here soon..."

Someone held Xu Ning's cold left hand tightly, looking panicked, and kept pleading with him to hold on a little longer.

"call........"

Lying on the bed, Xu Ning's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his vision grew darker and darker. He could only vaguely hear the cries of those around him.

Then, clinging to his last breath, he managed to leave his final words.

"After I'm gone, just bury me anywhere..."

"The things inside... are... yours..."

"Old buddy..."

After saying only a few hurried words, Xu Ning stopped breathing and died of illness.

"what!!!"

The people inside cried even harder, partly mourning the deep friendship, and partly crying out of worry and fear about their future situation.

Without the old manager's care, these employees and cooks probably won't be well received by the new manager.

Seven days later, Xu Ning was buried in the desolate outskirts of the city. Several old friends erected a tombstone for him, thus ending the third generation.

Time flies, and after only two or three years, no one worships him anymore. In the fifth year, a strange phenomenon appeared in front of the grave: countless thin red lights, like thousands of threads of fairy silk, gathered in the sky, disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

........

The fourth generation, in the early Eastern Han Dynasty, was a butcher who sold meat and lived to the age of 63.

The fifth generation, during the Three Kingdoms period, was a blacksmith who lived in poverty and died in war at the age of 29.

The sixth generation, during the Southern Song Dynasty, was a coastal fisherman who died in a sea storm at the age of 48.

In the seventh generation, during the Northern Song Dynasty, he was a minor official in the county government who exploited the people. The county residents, who had been overly oppressed, broke into his house at night and killed him with a series of blows.

The eighth generation, in the early Ming Dynasty, was a private school teacher, aged 70.

The ninth generation, during the Ming Dynasty, was a farmer who toiled in the fields, and died of starvation due to drought.

In his tenth reincarnation, he was born in the late Tang Dynasty. He served as an official but died due to shortsightedness and choosing the wrong side, and was implicated in factional struggles and executed.

The eleventh generation, during the Western Han Dynasty, was a horse breeder who lived a life without major ups and downs, reaching the age of 68.

The twelfth generation, during the chaotic late Ming Dynasty, was originally a yamen runner who died at the hands of rebels.

The thirteenth generation, during the Northern Song Dynasty, was a boatman who died naturally without illness or disaster.

Throughout the long river of history, the Chaotic Dao Body traveled through the mortal world in different identities and forms, eventually condensing into thirteen crystal-clear mortal world seals. It was also the first being to escape the sea of ​​suffering in the mortal world and the long river of time, returning to its original form.

Jiang Mo, who had been sealed within the membrane of time, slowly opened his eyes, instantly refining all his memories. His expression remained as calm as ever, without even a ripple.

The journeys of the thirteen incarnations of the Chaotic Dao Body were merely a means to cultivate the Mortal World Seal and accumulate reincarnation bodies; the accompanying memories and emotions had negligible impact on him.

"Buzz!"

Thirteen mortal seals, suspended in the void, burst forth with dazzling light, gradually overlapping and settling behind Jiang Mo's head.

"This is.....?"

Yue Min, who was protecting him, couldn't help but secretly exclaim in his heart.

An hour later, a barely audible cracking sound rang out, and more than ten irreparable cracks appeared on the membrane of light covering Jiang Mo's body.

Following closely behind is the second returning innate body—the Longevity Dao Body.

Having also traveled through thirteen lifetimes, it returned carrying all thirteen complete mortal world seals, which instantly merged into one, hanging high in the air.

"........."

Seeing this, Yue Min's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and it seemed that things were going smoothly so far.

Immediately afterwards, less than a quarter of an hour later, a third avatar broke free from the river of time. It was an ancient Dao body, and also had thirteen lifetimes in the mortal world.

A few days later, all of Jiang Mo's avatars returned to the modern timeline and were once again sent by Jiang Mo to cultivate in various parts of the world.

The membrane of time that had been sealed on his body was completely shattered, turning into ashes.

Thirteen extremely compressed mortal seals floated in the void. Jiang Mo chanted an incantation, and a wisp of his true soul, carrying copied memories, instantly split open from between his brows and flew into the sky, resonating with the thirteen ancient mortal seals.

"Boom!!!"

"Boom!!!"

The rolling halo of mortal dust, like giant dragons awakening, spread outwards, almost tearing the sky in two.

"......"

"boom!"

As soon as the strange phenomenon appeared, Jiang Mo activated his supernatural power, "At Will," to disperse the mortal light that filled the sky.

His true soul was surrounded by ancient seals of the mortal world, which were gradually absorbed and refined to form a new body. The vast true energy continuously gathered there, making it perfect.

Three weeks later, the Reincarnation Body was successfully created!

It has the same appearance as the original body and shares the same consciousness, but the humanity in its eyes is significantly greater than that of the original body, and its cultivation level is also close to that of the original body.

"Hiss... Is that all?"

In the distance, Yao Wang watched in awe, marveling at the birth of the reincarnated being, feeling a sense of approachability from the person.

"if not?"

The Flying Immortal Master was also looking towards that sea area, and upon seeing the two figures standing in the void, he smiled and commented:

"It is not difficult to form a reincarnated body, but it is difficult to collect the imprints of the mortal world, which requires life after life to comprehend."

“If it were a cultivator from another school, they would generally not attempt to cultivate the Mortal Seal after reaching a certain level, since the results are too slow and a large number are required.”

"But he and I are exceptions; we can easily get what we want."

"This new Dharma body, according to my estimation, should have eight-tenths of his abilities."

"Eight points?!"

Yao Wang gasped, realizing that even with 80% of his cultivation, he was still powerful enough to look down upon the world.

"Boom!"

While the human and the demon were talking, the stone island where Jiang Mo was cultivating in the distance began to sink.

Soon, everyone gathered again, and the magic array above the altar was nearing completion. Nine constellations were suspended in the air, and the entire altar was almost turning into a small abyss, where one could see the rise and fall of all things and the vicissitudes of life.

"Are you confident?" asked the Flying Immortal Master.

"Ah."

Jiang Mo remained silent, but his reincarnation responded for him.

As the storm began to brew and the days drew to a close, the grand formation became increasingly perfect. Seven days later, the 'Creation of Heaven' was completely completed.

The altar radiated countless blue lights, like a lotus blooming in the vast human world. Xuan Hua, who stood deep inside, had his blue hair turn gray, and even his handsome and youthful face showed wrinkles from the hardships of life.

Setting up the formation alone consumed a great deal of his energy, causing his lifespan to be drastically reduced by one-third.

"Come--!"

The old man gave a soft call, gesturing for Jiang Mo and Lun Hui to step forward.

"go!"

The Flying Immortal Master teleported a hundred miles away, leaving with the three kings to guard the altar array together.

Everything is ready; the timing, location, and people are all in harmony. The ceremony is about to begin.

"clatter......"

"clatter......."

Jiang Mo descended through the void in a single step, instantly covering a distance of a thousand meters. In less than a few breaths, he and his reincarnation body arrived within the formation.

"Keep your mind at ease."

"Do not get distracted."

"If there is any mistake, we will both die. Young friend, are you ready?"

When Xianhua asked the final question, Jiang Mo responded with a slight nod.

"it is good......"

"Array up!"

With a flick of his whisk, countless Dao patterns imprinted in the void instantly shone and began to spin rapidly, sweeping across the 'human realm' within the altar.

Immediately afterwards, Xianhua chanted incantations rapidly. Each time a sound fell, terrifying thunder would resound outside the boundary, clearly a harbinger of divine will descending.