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

Once one breaks through the three levels and reaches the first stage of the Profound Fate Realm, a leap in the level of life is achieved, and the divine flame, which should have been on the verge of collapse, shows signs of reigniting.

After returning to his sect, various changes occurred, causing him to kill people like dogs. His humanity continued to decline, his bestiality grew, and his divinity was further revived.

In the mid-20th century, Jiang Mo traveled the world, taking his disciples to see the magnificent sights of the world, cultivating and comprehending the Dao, and even searching for the Five Elements of Ultimate Essence. He broke through bottlenecks one after another, and his Xuanming level rose one step at a time.

One of the most significant turning points was when he first felt he couldn't control his body and needed to undergo a soul tribulation. After severing his nascent soul, his humanity completely collapsed, and he was largely consumed by divinity.

In the years that followed, he walked the earth, often appearing as a god.

Furthermore, in these seventy years spanning two centuries, his beast fire was reduced to its weakest point, almost disappearing, with only the flames of man and god shining brightly together.

Then came the revival of spiritual energy, the rupture of mountains and rivers, and the arrival of various calamities. Jiang Mo was almost always killing people or on his way to kill people. The number of evil cultivators, demon kings, underground humans, and secret realm cultivators he killed was countless.

During this stage, the flames of his humanity were suppressed to their dimmest, while the divine flames remained unaffected and the beastly flames grew silently.

It wasn't until he refined the Book of Time and achieved the fusion of body and soul that his bestial nature was defeated by the unstoppable growth of his divinity.

Countless images converged in an instant. Jiang Mo stopped observing, and time returned to the present. He stood in front of the platform for a long time without saying a word.

Is it human, god, or beast?

Jiang Mo was certain that as long as two of the three flames were extinguished and one was allowed to absorb all the fuel, it would be possible to break through the limit and take him to a realm above the 'Immortal Palace' in one fell swoop.

It's possible to successfully reach the 'Grasp the Great Void' stage, or it's somewhere in between, neither high nor low, still lacking the necessary refinement.

Therefore, the choice he makes at this moment is especially important to him.

He didn't crave a balance of the three fires; he only wanted the purity of the essence.

"clatter......"

"clatter......"

"clatter......."

In the world constructed by the Lingtai, there is a vast expanse of pitch-black sky, with only the Daotai towering high, where the three flames coexist.

Jiang Mo walked with a devout expression, ascending the stone steps one after another, his eyes reflecting many fragments of the past—his experiences in the mortal world and his memories of reincarnation.

These memories unleashed a powerful and invisible force at this moment, causing the human fire enshrined on the altar to suddenly ignite and intensify. Although it was less than one-tenth of the divine fire, it was still far superior to the beast fire.

Soon, Jiang Mo reached the top. Looking at the three clusters of flames, he slowly raised his right hand and touched one end of the beast fire. The moment his five fingers touched the flames, a primal and violent impulse surged up, and many memories of his killings flooded back like a tide.

Jiang Mo suppressed his memories, causing countless images to vanish instantly from the depths of his mind, no longer disturbing him.

Then, he chose to gently grasp the flickering beast fire, release his fingers, and in an instant, as if untangling a complex ball of yarn, the purplish-red flame disintegrated in his eyes without any mercy.

After extinguishing one of the flames, Jiang Mo did not stop and once again explored the area where the human-fire had been.

With a "whoosh," his right hand seeped into the pale blue flames. Countless cries and faces pleaded with him not to leave, not to abandon them.

That was humanity struggling, trying to survive; it had realized that Jiang Mo was about to take action against it!

However, all its scheming and interference were in vain. Jiang Mo remained unmoved, not even glancing at it. He casually grabbed the fire, and a terrifying power erupted from his palm, uprooting it completely and extinguishing it in an instant.

"Boom!!!"

Golden flames blazed fiercely, burning the entire sky. Having shed the two burdens of humanity and bestiality, divinity grew wildly like a runaway horse, reaching for the heavens and the earth at a visible speed.

Having extinguished his humanity and bestiality, Jiang Mo slightly raised his head. What came into his view was an endless expanse of golden light, swaying gently like an ocean, gradually converging into an ancient and sacred giant tree.

The tree was covered with dense Dao patterns, containing unimaginable power. When the giant tree took shape, many unknown fruits hung on it, and inside was a chaotic, shapeless special substance.

Jiang Mo tried his best to sense it, and finally vaguely obtained a vague answer, which seemed to contain a new magic or supernatural power.

After achieving divinity, the power of 'thought' and 'strength' is absorbed into the fruit. When the fruit ripens and falls from the vine, it will be the time for Jiang Mo to naturally awaken his supernatural powers, perform the duties of a 'god,' wield the power of a 'god,' and think what a 'god' thinks.

"Boom!!!"

The branches and leaves of the giant tree swayed gently, like the rising and falling of ocean waves. The thickest trunk of the ancient tree split open strangely, emitting two beams of light that should have disappeared, which were none other than the vanished humanity and bestiality.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

As pale blue and purplish-red flames streaked across the sky like shooting stars, two unfamiliar objects fell to the ground, emitting clear, metallic sounds.

Jiang Mo picked them up and examined them. The first was a long, dark sword, emanating an ominous aura equivalent to an abyss that swallowed the sun of the human world; the second was a jade pendant with a simple structure, consisting only of two intersecting yin and yang fish.

Jade, in this context, is related to desire; people desire to wear it.

The relevant information spread silently in Jiang Mo's mind, as if he had known about this thing before. Its function is to amplify human desires infinitely. As long as a cultivator's humanity is not extinguished and his three natures are not severed, he will lose control of his three fires in an instant and die in madness if he is targeted by this thing.

When Jiang Mo, the user, held it, whatever he thought of appeared in his mind.

"!!!"

In an instant, Jiang Mo's expression changed, and he vaguely guessed the truth revealed by that Daoist saying.

"Only God is supreme, embodying the Dao, transforming heaven and earth, and embracing all living beings..."

His divinity has now reached its peak, and the next step is nothing more than to embody the Dao and transform heaven and earth; he is the new will of heaven!

His humanity and bestiality, once stripped away, did not disappear but instead formed into... an innate magical artifact born under the guidance of the new divine will!

Jiang Mo calmed the turmoil in his heart. His frosty white right hand gripped the jade pendant tightly, and he gradually increased the force with his five fingers. In the end, he could not shake it in the slightest. Its defense was astonishing and was in no way inferior to the Heavenly Heart Ancient Jade from before.

"Then... what am I now?"

The question surfaced deep in Jiang Mo's mind, and the answer was obvious: it was man... no, God, or the will of Heaven.

"Then what exactly was the will of Heaven before? Was it the obsession of the Dao Lord from ancient times after his fall?"

"The Chaos Cauldron, the Heavenly Heart Jade, the History Book of Time—are these all one of the 'three natures' of different beings?"

For a moment, Jiang Mo was unable to find the answer. The time gap was too great, and the history of ten thousand years ago was so vague that it was impossible to trace back, making it impossible for him to understand.

As for whether the quality of this item is as high as that of an innate magic weapon, Jiang Mo was not sure. He only knew that this item far surpassed many of the magic weapons he currently possessed.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Mo's gaze shifted to the dark, slender sword. He gently stroked it, and a name belonging to it surfaced in his mind.

Zhexian.

Even immortals exist in this world, and they can be defeated.

That's its spirit!

Jiang Mo examined it carefully, and an intuitive instinct told him that this sword was even more terrifying than the Demon-Refining and Soul-Suppressing Sword of the Flying Immortal Sect, and was in no way weaker than the Chaos Cauldron.

The two natal magical artifacts, born from the sacrifice of his humanity and bestiality, are closely connected to Jiang Mo, as if they were a continuation of his life and consciousness, and can be controlled at will.

Furthermore, the two objects are real entities, not illusory devices constructed from true qi.

"........."

Jiang Mo seemed to be deep in thought. The assistance he received from these two powerful artifacts, which were suspected to be innate magical weapons, was of extraordinary significance. In the future, whether it was the Starry Sky Human Race, the three major forces outside the Heavenly Abyss, or the Primordial Human Race that had disappeared for countless years, they would be of great importance.

Anyone who dares to reach out to the human world under his gaze, he has absolute confidence in chopping off that pig's trotter.

Having a congenital magical artifact as a blessing and not having one are two completely different concepts.

As the master who gave birth to them, Jiang Mo knew all the magical abilities of the two artifacts without needing to be familiar with them. He roughly estimated that they increased his combat power by 2-3 times.

Combat strength * 2 ≠ number of individuals + 1.

The former attacking the latter is no less than a tiger entering a flock of sheep. At least Jiang Mo is certain that with a congenital magic weapon in hand, suppressing a being of equal strength to himself, such as the Devouring Sun Demon Emperor, would be a piece of cake.

Having reached this point, he was still not at the 'Grasp the Void' realm, and Jiang Mo knew that this was his limit, with no way to advance any further.

Like a glass full of water, once it's full, it overflows and can't hold any more.

Unless he uses the ultimate secret key, given his cultivation speed, it would take him at least two or three hundred years to travel before he could finally emerge from his cocoon and become a butterfly.

"Never mind..."

Jiang Mo sighed softly, his voice rippling outwards from the platform into the vast emptiness around him.

He turned around and returned to the mortal world. His eyes opened as well, and the light of the bright moon shone on the entire pool behind the mountain, making the place look like a fairyland.

Jiang Mo's appearance remained unchanged, but his temperament underwent a subtle transformation.

The posture manifested by the Great Perfection of Divinity is not one of being devoid of joy or sorrow, but rather a natural state that aligns with the laws of Heaven. The expression is calm, and the eyes hold a gentle light, as if showing compassion for all living beings in the world.

.........

In late April of 2026, the newly recovered Flying Immortal Master, Xuan Hua, accompanied by a burly man, visited the San Yi Sect. Xuan Hua was none other than the Master of the Divine Refining Sect, the only weapon-refining sect in the world.

"sit."

Jiang Mo entertained the group in the side courtyard, brewed tea for them, and inquired about their purpose.

As Xuan Hua looked at Jiang Mo, who was so close to him, he felt a strange mix of familiarity and strangeness. This peculiar feeling lingered for a long time, and he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

Is this a further step forward?

The old man secretly guessed, but could not be sure, because only he himself could see the three fires within the spiritual platform of each Dao Lord.

But Xuan Hua had a vague feeling that Jiang Mo might have cut off one or two of the flames!

"Senior, what are you thinking about?"

Jiang Mo noticed the old man's absent-mindedness and couldn't help but smile: "Trying to figure me out again?"

"I can't hide it from you, young friend, but business is more important. We can talk about it later."

Xianhua took the tea that Jiang Mo handed her and took a small sip.

"Come, this is Sect Leader Xu, young friend, please get to know him."

The Flying Immortal Master introduced Jiang Mo to the burly man dressed in animal skins, with explosive muscles. He had a heavy iron hammer hanging from his waist, tiger-like eyes, thick eyebrows, and a broad face.

When he met Jiang Mo's gaze, he respectfully greeted him: "I am Xu Yi, greetings to Venerable Xuan!"

"Sect Leader Xu, you're too kind. I remember you; we met briefly not long ago."

Jiang Mo responded with a faint smile. In the battle against the demon race on the moon, this strong man showed great courage, never wavering and standing on the side of the human race.

"Speak, what brings you and your two distinguished guests from the Flying Immortal Sect here?"

Under Jiang Mo's gaze, Xu Yi got straight to the point: "I heard that the Mystic Venerable is looking for traces of the Blood Demon, the Evil Spirit, and the Dragon Clan? My sect has a secret method that can summon them."

"Oh? How did you do that?" Jiang Mo was very curious.

“Our ancestor once made a war drum to communicate with other races. No matter where they were hiding, from the Thirty-Three Heavens to the Netherworld, they could hear it clearly. The medium needed to activate this war drum was the blood of those races.”

"Regardless of the quality of the blood, whether it's living or dead blood, as long as it's blood, it will be heard more clearly by the more powerful the enemy!"

At this point, Xu Yi patted the seven-colored brocade pouch at his waist, and a faint light immediately flew out.

"Boom!"

Located in the courtyard, occupying several meters in size, is an extremely ancient and majestic war drum.

The drumsticks were cast from deep-sea Ruyi Iron, gleaming with a cold light. The drum skin was stained with blood and engraved with dense and messy runes. The front was printed with a pattern of a nine-headed ancient lion king.

"As for their blood, it just so happens that my Flying Immortal Sect has collected some of it, all of which were retrieved from the battlefield by our ancestors."

The next moment, the Flying Immortal Master calmly took out three blood vials and placed them on the table.

At this point, all the ceremonies were complete.

"Sect Leader Xu, thank you." Jiang Mo thanked the burly man.

"You flatter me, Venerable Xuan. The two fellow Daoists from the Flying Immortal Sect have told me about what you have been doing lately. Helping you is also helping ourselves. There is no need to be so polite."

"Come, I will teach you the secret technique of drumming."

A silver-red light flew out from Xu Yi's left index finger, shooting straight into Jiang Mo's palm, where it was instantly refined by him.

"......"

"It's time to invite these old fogies out for a stroll."

As soon as Jiang Mo finished speaking, the dragon blood container on the table shattered and dissipated in the breeze. A stream of scalding dragon blood, as hot as magma, floated in mid-air and, following Jiang Mo's gaze, completely adhered to the drumsticks in his hands.

"Boom!!!"

Jiang Mo swung his hammer, striking the drum. The ancient, resonant sound of the drum echoed far and wide, and his thoughts were conveyed within the rhythm of the war drum.

"Boom!!!"

The colorless sound waves spread wildly, resounding throughout the globe in just a few breaths, including some spatial rifts and secret realms.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!!!"

Jiang Mo waved the drum continuously, creating a series of drumbeats, but it did not affect any creatures other than the dragons. This was a characteristic of the Nine Heavens War Drums; they only communicated with the target that needed to be communicated. The drumbeats also carried special Daoist rhymes to prevent eavesdropping.