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

Jiang Mo carefully helped the old man up. The old man looked at the pure white jade robe, then at his own withered and sparse hands, clearly unwilling to touch it, for fear of adding dust to the robe.

However, Jiang Mo smiled slightly, took the initiative to help the old man walk, and with a wave of his hand, he created a stream of light that tore through the clouds and took his mentor to travel around the world, allowing the old man to experience the state of riding the wind and controlling the Qi that he had sought all his life but could not achieve.

..........

Elsewhere, in the desolate northern frontier, in a demon's lair.

Both the dying Chongyan and the young Jiang Mo were on the verge of death, yet they were still gathering their last strength, attempting to deliver a fatal blow and bring down their destined enemy.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment. In Chongyan's astonished and fearful gaze, Jiang Mo, who had stepped into this place from the future, smiled gently and uttered a sentence that sent chills down Chongyan's spine.

"Uncle-Master, shall we talk?"

With the exact same appearance and power so great that it dimmed the entire world, as if carrying the heavens on his back, this was the ultimate sense of oppression that Jiang Mo gave Chongyan.

Faced with such a being who resembled an immortal in both form and spirit, Chongyan collapsed to the ground, letting out a bitter laugh that left him speechless:

"It's not an illusion..."

"My dear nephew, you've won..."

"call out--!"

Jiang Mo casually tossed out a bottle of liquor, which transformed into a black shadow that swept through the air and landed in Chong Yan's hand.

This old monster, whose lifespan had been burned and who no longer resembled a human, was ugly and bloody, a living example of a fierce ghost and demon. He had no wariness at all, crushed the wine bottle with his bare hands, tilted his head back and drank it down with great relish, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

"happy!"

"happy!"

"Young man!"

Chongyan repeatedly said "good," his demeanor bold and unrestrained, and asked with a sinister grin:

"Where did it come from? From the sky?"

"future."

The moment Jiang Mo uttered this answer, Chong Yan seemed to realize something, his face froze, and a sense of powerless despair overwhelmed him.

As expected, he lost again...

"What, did you come back specifically to deal with this old codger?"

Chongyan's mind worked quickly, and he then spoke up jokingly.

"Can't talk about it."

Jiang Mo looked into the old man's cloudy, bloodshot eyes and spoke earnestly:

"I've finished the road you didn't finish walking."

"........"

Chongyan fell silent until a while later, when he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Even his dull eyes regained a little color, and he asked incredulously:

"How did you do that? Did you wipe out all those sects?"

"Yes, I have conquered all six secret realms, and I will reopen the secret realm that belongs to us."

"In the future you cannot see, the sect will not decline, but it is still a very, very long way from being number one."

Jiang Mo recounted in detail to Chong Yan his exploits of pacifying the six great secret realms, making Chong Yan feel as if he were in a dream, as if everything was exceptionally unreal.

"and you....?"

Knowing what he was thinking, Jiang Mo said without any hesitation:

"I have reached the pinnacle of the world; no one is above me."

"Incredible... incredible... Miao Hui has truly taken on a fine disciple!!!"

Chongyan drank several more large gulps of wine, his laughter echoing across the vast wilderness.

"So what exactly is your purpose in coming back this time?"

"Look at you," Jiang Mo said casually.

"Look at me?"

Chongyan was taken aback, not expecting this abrupt answer. His dejected expression deepened, and his stubborn, sinister gaze began to dart away. He averted his eyes from Jiang Mo and asked again:

Don't you hate me?

"I have committed countless atrocities and enslaved many tribes. I am an out-and-out evil cultivator. No matter how noble my excuses may be, I still satisfy my own desires by stepping on the corpses of others..."

At this point, Chongyan paused, glanced at the half-dead, blood-soaked Jiang Mo not far away, and gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"Besides, I almost crippled you. What's so interesting about a ridiculous guy like me?"

Jiang Mo listened patiently to his explanation before speaking again:

"What you have done will be punished. If one lifetime is not enough, you will have to pay for it in ten or a hundred lifetimes."

"Since you didn't regret or waver when you chose this path, there's no point in me saying anything now."

"I came here to see you, firstly so that you could die knowing the truth and have your wishes fulfilled, and secondly to say thank you."

"........"

Chongyan turned his head mechanically, his voice hoarse: "What are you thanking me for... I... I didn't do anything..."

"Thanks for holding back back then."

Jiang Mo said casually that cultivators at his level would have incredibly clear memories of the past. Looking back now, he realized that Chongyan, who was in a better state, had indeed held back during their last battle.

It was probably 99% of his full strength.

"You can see that?"

“No wonder….No wonder…”

Chongyan smiled bitterly, raised his hand to brush aside the sticky, blood-stained black hair, and explained the reason:

"I'm old. If I were to strike hard, you might perish. A talent like yours is truly one in a hundred, even a thousand years. I value your talent and can't bring myself to do it..."

"In the end, you are still my foolish junior brother's disciple...sigh..."

"All I can do is give it my all without wasting my own life. As for whether you can survive, that depends on your own fate, not my pity."

"These words are really just self-aggrandizement, I hope you'll forgive my embarrassment, but there's hardly any difference..."

Jiang Mo listened to his rambling without saying anything more, her expression remaining calm.

"You've already been to your master's place...?"

“I’m taking him on a journey.” Jiang Mo could sense the movements of the other body.

"Now?"

"Ah."

Is there anything you want to tell him?

"Just say, 'I'm sorry, senior brother is sorry to him...' That's enough..."

Chongyan lowered his head and drank the wine, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. He felt a sense of relief and joy unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

"it is good."

After their conversation, Jiang Mo did not erase Chong Yan's memory. Time resumed its flow, and the two men, barely clinging to life on the battlefield, were both desperately trying to kill each other.

"Boom!!!"

Smoke billowed and true qi scattered. The last to perish was Chongyan. His body knelt down straight, his consciousness growing increasingly sluggish. The celestial figure before him drew closer and closer until a clear voice entered his mind before his life was extinguished.

"Senior Uncle, it's time to rest..."

it is good.

rest.......

Chongyan had no strength left to respond; his consciousness sank into a swamp-like darkness, and his life ended in eternal silence.

Jiang Mo did not leave; his figure was hidden in the void, invisible to the naked eye, and his other self did not notice him either, and at this moment he had also fallen into a coma.

In the desolate and vast world, only Jiang Mo remained. He bent down and reached out his right hand to gently brush across the old man's eyes, letting him rest in peace.

Then, Jiang Mo stood up, silently bowed to the old man, and his figure naturally disappeared, leaving this stretch of time.

..........

This journey through the river of time soon came to an end, and Jiang Mo's three bodies withdrew from different periods of time.

His disciples returned one by one, and the Qingming Festival worship ceremony was successfully completed.

at night.

Jiang Mo soaked in the pool behind the mountain, naturally leaning against the stone wall, recalling the conversations he had with the three people at three different points in time. His state of mind was subtly breaking through again.

The signs of that enlightenment grew stronger and stronger, transforming from a faint, indistinct thread into a tiny flame, hanging on the path of cultivation.

found it.

"call......"

Jiang Mo slowed his breathing. His body was now a perfect unity of flesh and soul, and his aura became increasingly peaceful.

The three fundamental natures of God, Man, and Beast, rooted in the sea of ​​spirit, undergo subtle manifestation.

At the spiritual altar between his brows, three different flames were burning, fueled by Jiang Mo's entire body. The flame on the far left was pale blue, representing humanity.

The flame on the far right is a mix of purple and red, representing bestiality.

The divine fire in the center, pure and golden, is intense and terrifying, consuming vast amounts of fuel and leaving the humanity and bestiality on the left and right sides almost dimmed and on the verge of being extinguished.

When a person is born, he or she has three natures. The first nature is divine, which is without desire or want, content and at ease, and whose actions conform to the myriad laws of the workings of Heaven.

Secondly, the infant is tainted by the various energies of the world and the turbid energies of relatives and friends, which leads to the vigorous growth of both human and animalistic nature.

As time goes by, bound by various secular rules and teachings, divinity will gradually disappear until it is annihilated, leaving only humanity and animality coexisting.

When human nature is suppressed by animalistic instincts, it leads to evil and demonic behavior, causing one to indulge in all kinds of desires like a wild beast, living in a daze.

When animalistic instincts are suppressed by humanity, one acts and behaves within certain limits, presenting the characteristics of an ordinary person—whether greedy, selfless, righteous, evil, brave, or cowardly.

However, in the entire world, only cultivators who have reached the Dao Lord level can introspectively observe their spiritual platform, witness the existence of the Three Fires, and intentionally guide and shape them into the form they desire.

Most living beings, from birth to death, do not know how their three natures are distributed in proportion.

Some people think they are gods, but in reality they are just human.

Some people think they are gods, even though they are human. These are those who remain pure of heart and whose nature is not corrupted by the world.

Only by witnessing these events firsthand can one determine whether a person is human, a god, or a beast.

Each of the three flames receives different blessings when it is dominant. When the human flame shines brightly, it signifies wisdom and adaptability. When the beast flame rages, it grants power. Only the perfect divinity possesses both 'thought' and 'power'.

Jiang Mo even found such a fragmented sign language in the ancient books within the Flying Immortal Sect. Some later generations marked it as left by the Flying Immortal Dao Lord, while others marked it as the words of other, more ancient Dao Lords.

"The three natures, when taken to their extremes, can all be transcended. They lead to the same destination, but only God is supreme. He carries the Dao in his body, transforms heaven and earth, and embraces all living beings."

This ancient saying indicates that the three flames have different situations. The three flames can be balanced, break through a certain limit, and then achieve transcendence. The body and mind are the universe. The fundamental core is the person who carries the three natures. He can transform the will of heaven and is also a part of the myriad wills of heaven.

Alternatively, one can choose one of the three, dominate one flame, and extinguish the other two flames, thus achieving transcendence.

Among the sages of the Flying Immortal Sect, there were also those who cherished their reputation. In their hearts, the Flying Immortal Dao Lord was an existence that could never be profaned. They could not accept that such absurd, unfounded, and even misleading claims were made by their patriarch and attributed to other legendary Dao Lords in order to avoid risks.

However, among the dense annotations, there is indeed some evidence that the Daoist Feixian mentioned it briefly during his lecture.

At the same time, other sources have found nearly discontinuous historical records in the more distant past, proving that this saying existed as early as ten thousand years ago. The writer even speculated that it might be the general outline of some kind of cultivation system!

Chapter 549 Only Gods Exist Forever, Human Desires Shatter Immortals

Jiang Mo gazed at the three clusters of flames at the spiritual platform, a thoughtful expression on his face.

His divine flames were extremely brilliant and powerful, once suppressing human fire and beast fire. Without his dominance, these two flames would not have been able to seize any fuel under the monopoly of his divine flames.

"......"

Jiang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly. The three flames before him changed in an instant, evolving in a backward manner. The divine flames weakened, while the human and beast flames grew stronger and rampant.

In no time, Jiang Mo had seen through the trajectory of the three fires in his life.

Before he entered the Ice Plains and advanced to the third level of Reverse Life, his fire was primarily human, followed by beast fire, with divine fire at the bottom, and even his divine fire was almost extinguished.