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

The best weapon is the one that is usable and effective.

In their vision, the new generation of mechs, which are based on the three ultimate mechs, will also engage in a swift and direct war when they encounter the fleet and mech army of the Star Human Race.

There won't be a situation where both sides' mechs clash for half a day without being able to break through each other's defenses or kill each other.

Therefore, their idea is to limit the maximum battery life to 2 hours.

Within two hours, the mechs unleashed their most terrifying combat power, recklessly using all means, weapons, and even backup hidden energy sources to launch the ultimate explosion.

The three ultimate mechs initially designed by the underground human race had a battery life of 96 days in normal energy-saving mode, but only 3 days of operation time when boosted to maximum power.

In comparison, the modified mech's endurance has been reduced by more than 90%, but it has gained extremely high burst damage, several times greater than its original maximum combat power.

"not enough......"

"These mechs already have abilities comparable to a regular Master, but they still lag behind the mechs developed by the Starry Sky Humans. Let's iterate a few more times and refine them properly. They need to undergo three major upgrades in a row to be truly impressive."

After reviewing the three completely different sets of data, Jiang Mo returned the LCD panel.

Those mechs were the ultimate weapons for the Earth-based humans, but within the Star-based humans' ranks, they were at most considered Tier 1 land-based combat units. Above Tier 1, there were three other levels: Special Grade, Super Grade, and Sequence War God.

The mechs that are crowned as the Sequence Gods of War are limited to only ten on the vast Eternal Mother Planet, and they must be worn by the strongest gene warriors to unleash their ultimate combat power.

Jiang Mo did not conceal this crucial information and gave a general account to the dragon-human scientists and anthropologists in front of him.

Furthermore, the instant his eyes met those of these researchers, a memory suddenly flooded into their minds like a stream of water.

They were also given a glimpse into some of the intense scenes of the great war, including witnessing the strength of the various mechs of the Starry Sky Race, and the destructive beam that was fired from the center of the sun after being charged for thousands of years. Like a vast ocean, it instantly destroyed the entire world, turning an ancient planet in the solar system into interstellar dust.

"Do you see clearly?"

"That's the limit of what their technology can achieve."

Jiang Mo's voice remained as calm as ever, but the five chief scientists' expressions changed drastically. They seemed to ignore him, still immersed in their memories and unable to recover from the shocking scene.

After a long silence, Berg sighed, his face somewhat wistful, and said:

"That's really exaggerated. I wonder if I'll be able to create a weapon comparable to it in my lifetime."

"Yes, I hope everything goes well for you."

Jiang Mo offered his blessings softly, expressing his high trust in these scholars.

Just as the conversation was nearing its end and he was about to leave, an anthropologist who had been observing stepped forward.

He was a middle-aged man with long, sea-blue hair. His name was Xun Yu. He was the youngest chief scientist in the Nine Departments and the next pillar of the family that Xu Qiuyu had always placed high hopes on.

“My Lord, I dare to suggest that while there is a possibility of surpassing the Starry Sky Humans by pursuing the path they have already taken, there is still a risk of being hindered. Therefore, I have come up with a research plan for a new field with these Dragonman seniors.”

"We plan to use 'dimensional reduction' weapons to completely compress a star field into a two-dimensional plane. Beyond the plane is the 'primordial point'. After two dimensional reductions, no matter how powerful a warship is, it will be crushed into dust under the crushing force of space, and it will be physically irreparable."

"In addition, controllable black holes are also a weapon we are about to develop. By instantly gathering multiple energy light streams, a 'point' is created, which will expand countless times in an instant and engulf the matter in the surrounding area. This artificial black hole will not last. When the energy to maintain it is exhausted, the black hole will disappear naturally, but the traction force generated in the process is no different from that of a natural black hole."

Jiang Mo listened patiently to the scholar's sharing, and pondered for a moment before saying:

"Both research directions have good value. If you think it's worthwhile, then give it a try."

"Yes, please trust us," Xun Yu said firmly.

After the meeting, Jiang Mo did not linger. He left the Heavenly Kingdom and the Flying Immortal Secret Realm and went to the real world. He contacted the elders of the Dragon Clan and the heads of the Nine Departments, and sent the materials and documents needed for the research online.

Next, Jiang Mo returned to the location of the former mortal sect. It was now an empty plain. He had single-handedly taken the entire mountain gate and the surrounding mountains for dozens of miles and moved them back to the secret realm.

Now that the three great innate magical artifacts have been destroyed and the Sun-Devouring Demon Emperor has fallen, there are few in the mortal realm who can rival him, so there is no need to worry about the sect being attacked.

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo formed hand seals, and with a thought, the entrance to the Three Realms Secret Realm located above the Pacific Ocean instantly opened, revealing a massive mountain gate. Following it was a solid and imposing mountain body, with countless void Dao patterns emerging and instantly covering it, transporting him to the original sect ruins.

The bright moon hung high, the mountain gate was quiet, and the Taoist palace was brightly lit. Jiang Mo, standing in the vast void, looked down at the small mountain gate below and couldn't help but smile. He suddenly raised his left hand and used Qi as ink and law as the foundation to inscribe one defensive formation after another, which he then arranged around the sect.

"Wow!"

Another extraordinary figure appeared, undoubtedly Jiang Mo's reincarnation. He activated his true power and began to radiate light from his entire body, as if a magnificent flame were burning, illuminating the entire dark sky.

Gradually, the surrounding mountains within several miles starting from the Sanyi Sect began to resonate with it. Under Jiang Mo's control, the reincarnation body completely merged with the sect and the world it was in, sleeping in the deepest part, silently watching everything.

This is the only guarantee he can leave for his disciples. Even if he leaves Tianyuan in the future or accidentally falls into the starry sky, the sect will not decline. As long as his reincarnation body is still alive, there is hope for the sect to be revitalized.

After completing these various methods, Jiang Mo arrived at the foot of the sect's long mountain steps. Facing the night sky and with the vast starry sky hanging behind him, he silently began to climb upwards, especially enjoying this moment of peace.

Soon after, he returned to his sect, where all the disciples came out to greet him.

"Welcome back, Uncle-Master!"

"Welcome back, Uncle-Master!"

"Welcome back, Uncle-Master!"

The second and third generation disciples were overjoyed and excited. Some of them had not seen Jiang Mo for two months or even several years. They were very excited to see him return safely.

Si Chong silently watched this scene from the crowd. His junior brother was surrounded by his disciples, and he felt very gratified, murmuring:

"You're back, it's good that you're back... It's good that you're home, don't overwork yourself."

From that day on, Jiang Mo never left the sect again. He spent his days leisurely in the Sutra Repository and the pond behind the mountain, spending his days chatting, discussing the Dao, and cooking with his fellow disciples, returning to his most natural role.

He lived a carefree life, always with a smile on his face, and always treated everyone with a calm and gentle demeanor.

Even some of the untransformed creatures of the Northeast Elf Clan, such as geckos and groundhogs, would snuggle up to him when he took a midday nap and lay in front of the Dao Palace basking in the sunlight, showing no fear of strangers.

The person in charge of Jiang Mo's meals was Si Chong, an old man who was almost 150 years old. In reality, he was several times younger than Jiang Mo. However, in his eyes, his junior brother was still the same as yesterday, and his appearance and body were always young.

During this time, Si Chong started cooking the home-style dishes he used to eat, which were relatively light in flavor. Jiang Mo missed them very much. Thinking about it, he sighed and realized that so many years had passed.

Life in the sect was exceptionally peaceful. Jiang Mo was used to reading scriptures in the morning, sunbathing in the afternoon, taking walks in the forest in the evening, chopping wood and carrying water, and appreciating the moon at night.

A month later, news came from the Dragon Clan and the Nine Tribes that all the research materials had been prepared and were waiting to be transported.

Only on this occasion did Jiang Mo leave the sect, and in the blink of an eye, he completed the transfer of materials and returned to the mountain.

As time goes by, more and more powerful martial artists and awakened individuals have emerged in the human world. But no matter how amazing they are, there is an insurmountable mountain in this era, namely the first master of the Trinity Sect.

Anyone who compares with him will pale in comparison. It is precisely because of his existence that all living beings in this era have seen where the limits of individual cultivation really lie.

One day, Jiang Mo looked at his many disciples, all of whom had short hair, which was in line with the trend of the times. It seemed that he was the only one in the entire sect with long hair. Suddenly, on a whim, he went to find Si Chong.

"Senior brother, would you mind giving me a haircut?"

During the Republic of China era, there was still the concept that one's body and hair were given to one's parents and should not be destroyed. Jiang Mo had never cared much about this, but was used to having long hair and now wanted to cut it.

As the eldest brother, Si Chong was like a father to his elder brother. In the entire sect, he was the most senior person.

"Oh! Want to get a new hairstyle!"

"Hahaha!!!"

Upon hearing this, Si Chong was also delighted and readily agreed:

"Alright, let me go online and take a look. I'll pick out the most refreshing and energetic hairstyle for you."

"Ah."

After spending several hours deliberating, Su Chong found the most natural and comfortable hairstyle among various trendy styles. He asked Jiang Mo for his opinion and, after receiving permission, began to cut the hair.

The scissors he used were those transformed from Jiang Mo's Five Qi Divine Power - Blazing Light Without Blade. Otherwise, given the strength of his physical body alone, even a single strand of hair would be something a nuclear bomb couldn't destroy.

For a Dao Lord who has cultivated to such a level, every drop of blood, every inch of skin, and every strand of hair is extremely precious; it would not be an exaggeration to call them treasures.

"Alright, alright, come and see, junior brother."

As soon as Chong finished pruning, he hurriedly called to the disciple beside him, who brought over a clear mirror that reflected Jiang Mo's true appearance at that moment.

His short, frost-colored hair was just the right length, giving him a cheerful and carefree look. His face remained cool and aloof, but his eyes were as deep and bright as the universe. His handsome and flawless features gave him an indescribable sense of approachability.

Jiang Mo looked at himself in the mirror quietly, and after a long while, he smiled, a very warm smile.

"Thank you, senior brother."

"I love so much."

"Haha, I knew my junior brother was naturally handsome, he looks good with any hairstyle."

It seemed that Chong was also admiring it, and couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh.

After cutting off his long hair, Jiang Mo felt a light and liberating feeling. He could magnify and capture even the smallest sensations. Indeed, short hair was more suitable for cultivation and combat than long hair.

It was just a minor change, yet it gave him a vague sense of breakthrough, but unfortunately it was fleeting and he couldn't grasp it in time.

Perhaps, when one reaches the realm of "grasping the void," there is a stage of "enlightenment" similar to that of "transforming into the mortal realm." Jiang Mo calmed his mind and let things take their natural course.

During this period, many sect leaders and Dao Lords came to pay homage to Jiang Mo, wanting to sit down and discuss the Dao, but they were all politely declined.

On the contrary, some old acquaintances who came to pay their respects and reminisce, bringing ordinary gifts, were received. Among them was the old Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion, Tian Jinzhong, who came with his disciples and grand-disciples.

In particular, Zhang Chulan, the contemporary Celestial Master, displayed an extremely admiring demeanor, boasting in front of everyone about how the two advisors in the Celestial Master's Mansion had told him about the unparalleled deeds of this legendary immortal.

He started talking non-stop, which made the two old men, Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong, smile wryly. Even though he was a Taoist master, he was still out of tune. Zhang Lingyu, standing to the side, had a black line on his face, looking quite helpless.

Only at the very end did Zhang Chulan reveal his shameless true colors, and he said with a somewhat guilty chuckle:

"Hey! Senior Xuanzun, I've always respected you and regarded you as a god descended from heaven. I admire you to the extreme. I'm so excited to meet you now. Could I ask for an autographed photo? Maybe it can be passed down as a family heirloom in the future!"

When he said those words, his eyes sparkled, showing no sign of pretense; he genuinely wanted an autographed photo.

Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong, who were sitting in their seats, were both taken aback, not expecting Zhang Chulan to have such a scheme.

Jiang Mo looked at the younger man and smiled in response, "Okay."

Before he could finish speaking, another chuckle sounded from the side: "Um... Uncle Jiang, could you get me one too?"

"Shameless Taoist priest, how dare you call me 'Uncle-Master'! Don't try to get close to me, go away, call me 'Senior'!"

Lu Jin made a teasing remark and even feigned anger to warn:

"And you, you old fox, don't encourage your grand-disciple to make a move on my Linglong. If you dare to secretly date her again, I'll break your legs and your grand-disciple's legs."

"Hey, Lao Lu, young people should be free to fall in love, why are you in such a hurry?"

Zhang Zhiwei's squinty eyes were full of smiles.

"Senior Jiang, um... autographed photo, could you... give me one?"

The person who made the request was Tian Jinzhong, who wanted to keep it as a memento for the future.

"No problem, since we're all here, let's take a group photo."

Jiang Mo instructed his disciples to help him take photos with each of the guests. The photos captured the moment.

In the photo, Jiang Mo makes a "V" sign at the camera, looking like a trendy young man. After receiving the photo album, he casually signed his name on the back—Chen Qing, which is his Taoist name.

Even the usually shy Zhang Lingyu blushed slightly and was overwhelmed with excitement when she received her autographed photo, exclaiming:

"Thank you! Thank you, Senior Xuanzun!"

"polite."

After spending a few days together, the guests from the Celestial Master's Mansion departed, and Jiang Mo watched them descend the mountain.

Not long after, Lü Ci from the Lü family arrived, carrying an infant in his arms. It was the child of one of his grandsons who had gotten married and had a child. The child had been born with a special ability and had been born with a special ability. Therefore, he wanted to ask Jiang Mo to pray for the child and give him a name.

The baby's parents also arrived; they were a couple in their late twenties. The man was gentle and refined, with a gentlemanly demeanor, and vaguely resembled Lü Ci's deceased elder brother, which made him very fond of him. The woman was poised, elegant, and well-educated.

Jiang Mo welcomed them into the mountain and personally took the baby from Lü Ci's arms. He lightly touched the baby's soft cheek with his fingertips, which made the baby laugh heartily. The baby stared at Jiang Mo with a pair of bright and flawless eyes, not afraid of strangers at all.

Sensing the breath of new life, Jiang Mo gently stroked the child's head and, at the request of the infant's parents and Lü Ci, named him Lü Canghuai, meaning to be friendly to all things and to embrace all living beings.

"We are deeply grateful to our child for being named by the immortals."

The young couple were overjoyed and immediately bowed their heads in worship.

Immortal Venerable – this is the title most mortals and cultivators in the world use to address Jiang Moxin. He is no longer called Xuan Venerable, but Immortal Venerable. Everyone believes that he is a true immortal in the world!

"Thank you very much, Master Jiang." Lü Ci bowed deeply, his smile never ceasing.

"Need not."

Jiang Mo, wanting to do a good deed to the end, also transferred a wisp of true qi to the infant's internal organs and told the three of them:

"With my true qi protecting him, he can grow strong until he reaches adulthood, free from all evil and disease. There is no need to strengthen his body or soak him in medicinal baths. Just let him grow naturally. His future destiny and potential will depend entirely on his own destiny."

Upon hearing this, Lü Ci was overjoyed and repeatedly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you so much! Thank you for your great love for this doll."

"It's not a matter of excessive affection."

Jiang Mo didn't take it seriously. He held the baby in his arms, gently rocking him and humming a lullaby. In just a few minutes, the baby was peacefully asleep in his arms.

"Give."