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

Jiang Mo returned the baby to his parents.

"Thank you for your trouble."

After catching up for a while, Lü Ci still had a request. Seeing that the opportunity was about right, he spoke up:

"Master Jiang, a few years ago you read the Lu family's Ruyi Jin boxing manual, do you still remember it?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Jiang Mo asked curiously.

"Um, I'd like to encourage future generations, so I'd like to film a video of you demonstrating the Ruyi Jin technique to pass on to the clan. Is that convenient?"

Lu Ci asked cautiously, feeling quite nervous.

The half-second silence felt like an eternity, and Lü Ci was in agony until he heard the word "convenient," which brought him a sense of relief and his eyes lit up.

"Really?!"

"That's wonderful, thank you!" Lü Ci exclaimed with joy.

"Let's go."

Considering Lü Ci's contributions to the Nine Provinces, Jiang Mo did not refuse.

He rose and walked out of the main hall. To respect the other party's family's unique skills, he took Lü Ci alone to the bamboo forest behind the mountain. After instructing him to set up the camera, he said softly:

"I have never practiced the Ruyi Jin technique, and I only remember the general steps. However, my martial arts have reached their peak. The Ruyi Jin I can unleash at this level can probably have a natural and seamless effect, which is worth studying by you and your descendants."

“Yes…” Lu Ci held his breath and watched intently as Jiang Mo began to practice his boxing. He dared not miss a single detail.

From the basic introductory stance to the final thirty-six variations, totaling eighty-one fist techniques and postures, Jiang Mo vividly portrayed them on camera. Watching him, Lü Ci was momentarily transported to a state of enlightenment, his expression one of utter rapture, as if witnessing a martial god refining his fist techniques.

The Ruyi Force unleashed by Jiang Mo was the most exquisite Ruyi Force he had ever seen before, perfectly showcasing the ethereal and real feeling of a feather being as large as Mount Tai and Mount Tai being as small as a feather.

"This...this...yes! That's the effect..."

Lu Ci's voice trembled. The Ruyi Jin that Jiang Mo practiced was worlds apart from the boxing techniques passed down in their Lu family.

He was breathing heavily, and only when the figure in front of him withdrew his fist did he unable to help but kneel down and shout:

"Thank you so much!!! Thank you so much!!!"

"You have carried on the legacy of the Lü family's boxing style, and I will never forget it for generations to come!"

"You've gone too far, get up."

Jiang Mo casually opened a portal to the void, heading straight into space, where he found a drifting, desolate planet with a radius of about 5,000 kilometers.

As Lü Ci followed, an incredible thought arose in his mind when he saw the enormous planet that came into view.

Could it be...?!

"Set up the camera, I'll only throw one punch."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!!" Lu Ci hurriedly opened the camera, his eyes not daring to move an inch, his blood was boiling.

"boom!!!"

Without any warning, Jiang Mo unleashed a powerful punch, a deep purple-black fist light sweeping across thousands of miles, vast and mighty, like an ancient and unprecedented galaxy, rushing towards that lifeless little star.

In an instant, a celestial body with a radius of over 5,000 kilometers, larger than the moon, was annihilated by the fist light, leaving not a speck of dust behind, and there was no explosion, only the roar of the fist light tearing through the void.

Looking at it from all angles, it resembles a fragile sand ball, instantly swept away by a raging flood.

“............” Lu Ci stared in disbelief, his understanding of the world completely overturned.

This is the strongest Master in the human world, whose casual Ruyi Force can destroy stars in one strike!

Chapter 548 Grasping the Thread to Form a Flame, Inner Observation of the Spiritual Platform

The moon has a radius of over 1700 kilometers, while this celestial body, shattered by the fist's light, had a radius of over 5,000 kilometers, approximately 27 times the size of the moon. It vanished without even a moment's resistance.

The path cleared by the fist's light left behind a vast white storm, and the countless meteorites that had been wandering within it vanished in an instant.

As Lü Ci gazed at this scene that surpassed all myths and miracles of the past and present, his mind went completely blank, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his breathing became slightly rapid. For a moment, he forgot to think and simply savored the lingering afterglow of that unparalleled sacred sight.

After the strike, Jiang Mo withdrew his fist, his face expressionless, devoid of any emotion. To him, this was not true strength.

Stars that cannot support life will not develop their own life magnetic field. The difference between having a life magnetic field and not having one is huge.

There are three types of stars in the world. One type is those with life, like Tianyuan, which have a chaotic origin deep underground that releases terrifying energy at all times. Even a master like Jiang Mo cannot completely annihilate them in one blow.

The second type is planets that have no life, where the primordial chaos is depleted. Generally, these types of planets are just empty shells; no matter how large they are, they would crumble if crushed with a single punch.

The last type is that stars are life forms, blessed by the primordial chaos, and possess a special and independent divine will that drives them to devour the primordial chaos of other planets.

Jiang Mo had read through the ancient books of the Flying Immortal Sect and knew that there were once 16 planets in the solar system, but unfortunately, the number was reduced by half after thousands of years of battles between the masters, Dao Lords, ancient kings and rulers.

However, those planets that cannot support life are no different from this celestial body that has been reduced to billions of dust by the Ruyi Force. They cannot withstand the aftershocks brought by the battle between monsters like Daojun and Yuzhu.

Therefore, in ancient times, such as the prehistoric era, the strongest members of many local forces often went to the outer heavens, where they could fight with all their might without restraint.

If war were to break out on the human realm, it would cause irreparable damage, a result that neither side's supreme power would want to see.

"drop------"

Lu Ci observed the vast and boundless intent of the fist for a long time before gradually regaining his composure, pressing the shutter button on his camera, and completing the photograph.

His weathered, wrinkled face slowly relaxed, revealing a bright and gratified smile. Looking at the completed video, he was filled with emotion. This was undoubtedly the most magnificent scene he had ever seen in his life.

What is left to future generations is an inexhaustible treasure. The peak stands there, dazzling and unique, for future generations to admire, climb, and chase.

Many traditional martial arts and folk techniques are often replaced by stronger and more convenient new things as times change, thus leading to their decline.

In ancient times, the Lu family's Ruyi Jin (a martial arts technique) was renowned in the martial arts world. Their ancestors produced many generals and warriors, all of whom were heroes who could single-handedly defeat hundreds of people, leaving a name for future generations and making their descendants proud.

After hundreds of years, in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, guns and cannons appeared out of nowhere. Some lumps of iron could withstand ten years of hard training in the Ruyi Jin technique, not to mention the behemoths like cannons, airplanes, and warships that followed.

Decline was inevitable.

Not to mention the spiritual revival, the awakening of supernatural abilities, the cultivation of martial arts, the chaos caused by demons, and the emergence of mechs in the new century.

Even the Dual Hands, once considered one of the eight wonders of the supernatural world, have been reduced to something worthless.

The same fate befell the Lu family's Ruyi Jin.

Even if a genius within the clan shines brightly and, combined with their own special abilities, elevates the power of the Ruyi Force several notches, it cannot conceal the fact that its essence is a martial art of fist and foot techniques, and its upper limit is locked there.

Lu Ci also knew that human strength was far more important than the strength of techniques, methods, and weapons. That's why he asked Jiang Mo to use the Ruyi Force once, as a memento to encourage his clansmen.

"Thank you..." Lu Ci bowed solemnly to Jiang Mo.

"Easy to do."

Jiang Mo knew what he was thinking, but he didn't praise or criticize him. What did people's wishes have to do with him?

To outsiders, this behavior might seem like self-deception, but Lü Ci himself didn't see it that way. He had witnessed the most brilliant brilliance of the Ruyi Jin, and that was enough for him.

"Let's go back."

Jiang Mo turned around and walked barefoot in the vast void. It was as if there were invisible steps under his feet. He easily stepped into the void portal and returned to the Trinity Gate in the human world.

"Hey! You're here, Master Jiang."

Lu Ci chased after that imposing figure. In that instant, he couldn't help but envy Lu Jin's choice, and his thoughts were drawn back to his childhood. If only he had become a disciple of the San Yi Sect back then.

..............

As evening fell, after seeing off the Lü family, Jiang Mo stood quietly in front of the mountain gate, letting the last rays of the setting sun fall on his shoulders, shimmering and dancing.

His gaze swept across the boundless land, where the undulating mountains resembled dragons, a breathtaking sight.

That feeling returned, like a lighthouse suddenly appearing in the eternal night, pointing the way.

Jiang Mo knew that this feeling, similar to sudden enlightenment or enlightenment, was given to him by the newborn baby of the Lü family. However, it was far from enough and could not support him to break through to the 'Grasp the Void' realm.

His continuous contact with guests from the Celestial Master's Mansion and the Lü family caused faint signs of progress to appear on his seemingly hopeless path of cultivation.

Soon, the sun sank below the horizon and night fell. Jiang Mo remained silent, no longer pondering how to grasp that subtle insight.

Because a warm greeting came from the Taoist palace behind them.

"Hey, junior brother, time for dinner!"

The old man in charge of cooking in the kitchen called out to the window and immediately received a response.

"You're here, senior brother."

The ordinary, beautiful days passed by one by one.

Before long, it was around the time of Qingming Festival. Jiang Mo personally organized a memorial ceremony, leading his disciples to the cemetery on the back mountain to mourn the deceased disciples and teachers.

As the First Master, after completing the basic rituals, he turned to look at the groups of disciples—second and third generation disciples, the three guardians, and the transformed old and young demons of the Northeast Elf Remnants—and sighed softly:

"Who wants to see their deceased loved ones?"

“I can turn back time and send you back, giving you the chance to meet, instead of just mourning at your graves and feeling sorrow in my heart.”

"I can go whenever I want, as many times as I want, and it won't be a burden on me at all."

"!!!"

Upon hearing this, the entire audience was initially stunned into silence, and then some people slowly raised their hands.

One.

two.

Three.

Arms shot up one after another, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain; everyone had someone they wanted to see.

In an instant, without needing any response from his disciples, Jiang Mo's Eye of Truth gave him the answer.

Lu Jin wants to see his mother, who died of illness when he was young, as well as his master Zuo Ruotong, his father Lu Xuan, his great-grandfather Lu Gong, his wife Liang Shuning, and his granddaughter Lu Linglong's mother.

Si Chong longs to see his master Miao Hui and his senior brother Zuo Ruotong...

Zhuge Yu wants to see his adoptive father, Zhuge Lan, the old man who raised him, and his parents who died unexpectedly...

Changqing, Shuiyun, Shengsheng, Liqing, and Chengzhen each have someone they want to see.

Even You Sha, who was as cold as ice inside and out, was slightly taken aback, her thoughts drifting back to Mr. Klein, the mentor who taught her magic many years ago.

The descendants of the Northeast Elf race long to see their parents and ancestors.

"Go, I am with you, there is no need to be afraid."

As soon as Jiang Mo spoke, the power of the Book of Time was suddenly activated, and the long river of time surged, instantly dragging everyone into the old history they most wanted to go to.

Even he himself transformed into three figures, calmly stepping into the long river of time with its continuous roar, to meet three old friends: his senior brother, his master, and his senior uncle.

Especially the latter two, just before their souls dissipated at the moment of their death, were given a new lease on life by Jiang Mo with a casual wave of his hand, and were brought back to life. However, the historical time and space of that area were frozen.

To prevent future generations from being disturbed in history, these two still had to die. Before Jiang Mo had collected all the fragments of the Book of Time, he could not retrieve them from the long river of time. He could only descend into the time and space where they existed and talk to them.

Lying on his sickbed, on the verge of death, the Taoist Miaohui suddenly saw a strange figure appear before his bed, looking exactly like the young man who was weeping by his bedside.

One was like an immortal, and the other was a mortal.

Miao Hui froze, unable to believe what she was seeing.

"How have you been, Master?"

"You...you are...Mo'er?!" Miao Hui asked in a trembling voice.

"Yes, I come from a time a hundred years in the future."

Jiang Mo admitted to everything and told the old man the general outline of what had happened.

"Have you become an immortal?" Miao Hui exclaimed excitedly, tears streaming down her face.

"No."

Jiang Mo responded with a faint smile. He sat by the bed and chatted with his master about everything in the future. The old man listened with a sense of relief, and his face became rosy.

His biggest worry before his death was the future development of the sect, fearing that his senior brother would bring disaster to the world. Now, upon hearing that Chongyan had been killed, he felt a great sense of relief.

Especially later, upon hearing Jiang Mo's life story, he was overwhelmed with mixed emotions—bitterness, relief, and pride. He raised his wrinkled right hand, trembling as he grasped Jiang Mo's left hand, and murmured in a daze:

"Child...you've worked so hard..."

"Your master is proud of you; you are my greatest pride in this life."

"Without your meticulous guidance, I would not have achieved what I have today."

"Come, get up, I'll take you for a walk and show you the grandeur of the world."