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

"You did a great job, now you can go."

Jiang Mo dismissed Si Li, who respectfully stood up and took a few steps before being stopped by a voice behind him.

"Just do what you're supposed to do. If Tianyuan enters the mortal world, I can protect you from harm."

"Yes, my lord." Si Li disappeared into the night, vanishing without a trace.

"Young friend, what should we do next...? Should we leak this information to the Void Sword Sect?"

Yue Min asked hesitantly, unsure when the Heavenly Horse Saint King would break through, fearing he might be caught off guard.

“No rush…”

"I am in the light, the enemy is in the dark."

Jiang Mo pondered for a moment, "If we reveal this news to those people in the Void Sword Sect, they might reach some kind of agreement to move into Tianyuan together. For now, we should wait for them to send resources. Then we can capture all the outsiders and extort them one by one."

"Then they're coming with their army, young friend, are you confident?" Yue Li asked with some concern.

"Hmm, we can handle it. I might not even need to lift a finger. The Starry Sky Humans will be back in a little over a year. We'll wipe them out, inherit their technology, and hand it over to our scientists to research and replicate. In a hundred or two hundred hours in the Heavenly Kingdom, we can assemble all sorts of replicated ship cannons. I'll see which of the three forces comes in first and tastes the Star Destroyer Cannon."

"Besides, if the situation really gets out of control, I'll step in. They can't turn the tide."

Jiang Mofeng said calmly, showing no fear whatsoever.

With his guarantee, the two Masters breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but lament: these are truly turbulent times.

Several days later, a clear voice echoed in Jiang Mo's ears; it was Zhao Yi from a certain secret realm sending a message.

"Elder Jiang! The time has come, let us go and guide them!"

With a "whoosh," Jiang Mo dragged all seven Void Sword Sect disciples, including Zhao Yi, out of the secret realm and made them lead the way.

"call out!--"

The next instant, Zhao Yi flew across thousands of miles, heading straight to the North Pole, and landed in a frigid region. What came into view was an endless expanse of darkness.

The group then descended a thousand meters underground along the glacier, stopping before a dark blue crevice.

It flickered on and off, like the breathing of a living being. However, Jiang Mo sensed a terrifying repulsive force that prevented him and the other disciples of the Void Sword Sect from passing through.

"Senior brother, is it really impossible to get through?" someone asked tentatively, looking at the spatial rift.

"Why don't you try it and you'll see?" Zhao Yi chuckled.

The disciple reached out to touch it, but could not touch the crack, as if he were passing through air. He refused to believe it and tried to cross it several times, but could not leave the Heavenly Abyss, so he had to give up.

"Boom!!!"

After a moment of silence, the crack trembled, and three tall figures emerged, causing Zhao Yi's pupils to shrink. The person in charge of resource delivery was none other than Song Ao, the disciple of Vice Sect Master Ning Han and the Holy Son of the second rank of the sect's inheritance, along with two stewards, a man and a woman.

"Greetings, Elder Jiang!"

As soon as they crossed the spatial rift, the black-haired man in the middle of the three, dressed in white and with a dignified appearance, was the first to greet Jiang Mo.

"Greetings, Elder Jiang!" The attendants on either side also bowed respectfully.

Before arriving at Tianyuan, Ning Han had instructed them that Jiang Mo was already a prospective elder of the thirty-seven peaks of the Void Sword Sect, and his strength was not to be underestimated. He ordered them not to be negligent in any way.

Zhao Yi then introduced the three people to Jiang Mo.

"Welcome everyone. Please come in and have a chat."

Jiang Mo opened a portal in the void with his bare hands, teleporting him to a secret realm of the demon race under his jurisdiction. Song Ao smiled slightly, said nothing, and stepped inside.

In the blink of an eye, everything changed, and the group arrived at a magnificent palace. Jiang Mo sat high on the throne, with Yao Wang, Yue Min, and Yue Li also present, standing on either side.

From the moment they met, Song Ao's gaze never left Jiang Mo. He couldn't discern the depth of this native's cultivation level at all, and the feeling he gave was that Jiang Mo was even more terrifying than his master, Ning Han.

Is this... also a peerless Dao Lord?

Although born within the Heavenly Abyss and affected by incomplete laws, its combat power is only one-third, one-fifth, or even one-tenth of that of the outside world, but it is by no means something that a mere early-stage Immortal Abode like him can underestimate.

Thinking of this, Song Ao became even more respectful and dared not put on any airs.

Jiang Mo looked down at the ten guests from the Void Sword Sect and said, "I have prepared everything according to Sect Master Ning's arrangements. We can act at any time. Where are the items?"

"Elder Jiang, your pills and magical artifacts are all here. Please take a look."

Song Ao, who was seated, stood up and gently pushed with his left hand. A streak of silver light flew towards Jiang Mo's front, which was a storage ring for storing resources.

Jiang Mo took it, opened it, and scanned it with his divine sense, finding a large, rusty bell. He then took it out and, in front of Song Ao, asked:

"Is this the treasure that Sect Leader Ning mentioned that can help me locate those from beyond the realm?"

“Yes, you only need to refine the method to activate the inner essence to master it,” Song Ao nodded.

"Then, is this mask used to conceal one's true appearance?"

Jiang Mo then took out a wooden mask, which was undoubtedly a magical artifact of considerable rank, capable of concealing the user's aura.

"Correct."

"Then may I ask, what is the meaning behind Sect Master Ning's placement of restrictions on the pills?"

Jiang Mo's gaze swept across the inner space of the storage ring. With just one glance, he pierced through the many obstacles and saw two pills imprisoned by densely packed Dao patterns, which seemed to require a specific 'key' to open.

Song Ao sensed the displeasure in Jiang Mo's tone and quickly explained:

"This was not done by Master. Those two pills were refined by the peak master of the Alchemy Peak. They have always been protected by restrictions to prevent loss or theft. They need to be opened with the correct incantation. Before I came in, Master taught Elder Jiang two incantations to unlock the pills. But before that, the sect master hopes that you will finish dealing with item 2 first. With your cultivation, you can ring the Soul Bell and find those targets in less than a day."

"You should have that kind of patience, right?"

Faced with Song Ao's persuasion, Jiang Mo smiled slightly, and a colorless black hole seeped from his fingertip. The moment it touched the two pills in the storage ring, it completely disintegrated and devoured the restriction.

What makes you think I have that kind of patience?

“Elder Jiang, if you are unwilling to carry out the sect leader’s orders, then I’m afraid I cannot present those two incantations to you.”

Song Ao replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, still unaware of the unusual restriction covering the surface of the pill.

"Alright, then let's do as you say. Please, Junior Nephew Song, don't go back on your word."

Jiang Mo casually tossed the large bell and the wooden mask to Song Ao, saying, "I can still control this few places in the mortal world. I'll trouble you to make the trip, nephew. You go and ring the bell. I can easily capture them with my bare hands."

"!!!"

Upon hearing this, Song Ao and Zhao Yi were both shocked. How could someone dare to claim they could control everything while inside a secret realm? What incredible confidence!

“Alright… Uncle Jiang is absolutely right. This disciple will go and take care of it right away.”

Song Ao held a bell in one hand, his face covered by a mask, and his entire aura was completely different.

"Boom!"

Jiang Mo's gaze fell, and a vortex opened, leading to the heart of the Nine Provinces. Song Ao said nothing and swept past it.

“Watch closely, everyone.”

Jiang Mo flipped his hand again, and countless streams of true qi condensed into a real-time image. In the image, Song Ao was already approaching a city and began to ring the bell.

"Om!!"

The ancient and mysterious bell tolled, spreading out in ripples, but wherever it passed, the cultivators, martial artists, awakened beings, and mortals of Tianyuan had no reaction, and could not even hear the heavy and ancient bell toll.

Only the intruder from outside the realm suddenly let out a shrill howl, a white flame ignited on his body, his skin festered and he was in excruciating pain. In a panic, he soared into the sky, trying to escape to another place.

"Boom!!!"

In less than a minute, starting from Song Ao's location, the sound of the bell spread for miles around and continued to grow louder and more deadly with each strike.

As the bells continued to toll high, countless streams of light rose from all directions, fleeing in different directions.

"Gentlemen, where are you headed? Why not come to my Dao Palace for a chat?"

A heavy sound echoed between heaven and earth. Countless void chains stretched across the nine heavens and ten earths, giving the group of fugitives no chance to react before binding them tightly and dragging them into the secret realm. There, boundless earth energy gathered, as heavy as a towering divine mountain, imprisoning them in place.

Inside the palace, Jiang Mo sat high on his throne, his majesty so imposing that one could not look him in the eye. He was like a personification of divine authority, watching as nearly a hundred foreign envoys, fleeing in panic, fell to the ground like dumplings in water, utterly disheveled.

Chapter 557 Well said, cook it!

Outside, in a capital city deep within the Nine Provinces, Song Ao stood on the void, descending to the mortal realm like a god.

With billions of rays of light hanging from his back and a fierce glint in his eyes, he recklessly activated the Soul Bell. A layer of colorful ripples protected his body, undoubtedly a method left to him by Vice Sect Master Ning Han before his departure, which could avoid the influence of the Soul Bell.

"clang!!"

"clang!!!!"

The melodious tolling of bells swept across the land, causing hundreds of cultivators from beyond the borders, hidden among the crowds and in the desolate wilderness, to suffer unbearable pain as the magical artifact was severely damaging their souls.

In just a few breaths, the sound of the bell spread from Kyushu to overseas, reaching the other side of the ocean.

This is the effect of Song Ao's full-force activation. Within the Heavenly Abyss, he possesses only the cultivation of an Ancient King, yet he can influence the entire world through the aid of magical artifacts.

"boom!!"

In the blink of an eye, some top-tier envoys from beyond the realm frantically chased after the origin of the bell, attempting to find out the truth and eliminate the bell ringer.

However, things did not go as planned. Before they even reached their destination, the sky collapsed into a deep darkness, and a cold chain descended, capturing all the powerful figures who had come from all directions.

Even the young geniuses of the three major powers were not having an easy time at this moment. They knew that a conspiracy was approaching, but they dared not expose it. They could only endure the torture, which was worse than being slowly sliced ​​to death, and hide in place without making a sound.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Song Ao had plenty of time to waste with them. The bell tolled continuously, sometimes faintly, sometimes clearly. His presence quickly attracted the attention of various sects and the Nine Departments. Before anyone could investigate,

Jiang Mo sent a message from within the secret realm: "No need to pay attention, no one else is allowed to approach."

His voice echoed throughout the mountains, rivers, and borderlands of Kyushu, and every living being who looked up at this place heard it in an instant.

It's a miracle!

"clang!--"

"clang!!"

Song Ao relentlessly struck the bell, and after an hour, ninety percent of the extraterrestrial cultivators couldn't withstand the onslaught, their coordinates were all exposed, and they were captured and suppressed in the secret realm by Jiang Mo from afar.

Two hours later, a roar resounded throughout the southern border. A man clad in golden armor soared into the sky, his face ashen, and flew thousands of miles on his sword to Zhongyuan, where he discovered the mastermind behind it all.

"It's you?" The holy son glared angrily, not understanding the meaning behind Song Ao's actions.

"Boom!!"

The golden-robed saint, who had been injured by the bell for several hours, had veins bulging on his forehead and his eyes blazing with fire. He gave Song Ao no chance to react, raised his right sword, and aimed the tip at Song Ao's heart from a horizontal plane a thousand meters away, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.

"Junior brother, you are reckless, pointing your sword at your elder brother. Do you think that your senior uncle watching from heaven will let you do as you please?"

Undeterred, Song Ao continued to strike the bell, causing the man to bleed from all seven orifices and nearly crack his Dao foundation.

Although the Soul Bell is not an innate magic artifact, it originated from a magic artifact of a demonic cultivator at the peak of the Immortal Mansion Realm, and Ning Han's power is stored within it, making it convenient for his disciples to activate. It is far beyond what this holy son can withstand.

What horrified the man even more was, who exactly was the 'Uncle-Master' Song Ao mentioned? Had one of the Thirty-Six Peaks' Sword Masters also entered?

In the instant he was in a daze, a void chain appeared out of nowhere, piercing through his limbs and bones, binding him so that he could not struggle, and then suddenly dragging him into some unknown place.

"boom!!"

Zhu Huan, the fifth inheritor of the Void Sword Sect, crashed to the ground, his eyes rolled back, and he nearly died. He heard the cacophony of wails all around him. When he finally managed to lift his head, his dim eyes witnessed a scene he would never forget.

In the vast and magnificent demon palace, thousands of people were bound to the spot, their bodies covered with runes formed from the thick earth energy, as if a heavy mountain had been pressing down on their shoulders, making them unable to move.

The man sitting not far away was dressed in white with white hair and a slender build.

Zhu Huan instantly recognized the familiar yet unfamiliar face: San Yi Chen Qing, the strongest master of Tian Yuan, a monster-like existence.

"oh......"

"You caught a pretty good big fish."

Jiang Mo looked at Zhu Huan with interest, then instructed Yao Wang beside him: "Go and talk to him, make him understand his current situation, and kill him if he doesn't cooperate."

"it is good."

Yao Wang dragged Zhu Huan away in an instant and began threatening and extorting him.

At the same moment, outside, Song Ao was still ringing the bell. The bell sounded like a natural disaster, sweeping across every corner of the world. Less than half an hour later, a dense array of terrifying forces revived one after another. They were all the direct descendants of the Holy Sons and Daughters, royal families, or disciples and confidants of certain important figures.

Those extraterrestrial cultivators who had reached their limit of endurance, each possessing the cultivation of the ninth level of the King Realm or the Ancient King level, were now driven to desperation and were converging on the Nine Provinces.

"Crash!!"

Jiang Mo seized the opportunity to set up a net, a vast net woven from countless void chains, covering an area of ​​thousands of kilometers, targeting only cultivators from outside the realm. In an instant, it closed in, capturing all the holy sons and daughters, leaving them helpless no matter how much they struggled.

After a moment, Song Ao smiled faintly and looked up at the being in the sky, asking: