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

They were all gray-haired, exhausted, and severely depleted of their energy. They had been studying in heaven for many years, far exceeding the natural lifespan limit.

In other words, if they leave heaven someday, they will be like a fleeting flower, quickly withering and dying...

Soon, a special scientist caught Jiang Moran's eye and drew his attention. The person was a completely mechanical device, without any flesh or organs. He had been completely transformed into a digital life form, and his consciousness was uploaded to the network to achieve a kind of alternative immortality, but he had forever lost the physiological sensations that a living being should have.

Noticing Jiang Mo's gaze lingering on the back of a certain scientist, Berg explained helplessly:

"The elder you are paying attention to, named Noral, is a close friend of my teacher's teacher. He is very old and, after learning about your plan, he begged me to allow him to join."

"After about eighty years of research, its original physical body atrophied, and its mental activity was about to cease. In order not to delay the research process, it signed the highest-level biological modification agreement with the Dragonkin, abandoning its flesh and blood, and becoming an immortal cyber ghost forever..."

"By the way, by the way, although there are many human elites in the dimensional reduction technology research project team, this old gentleman is the real person in charge. His understanding, research and analysis of space are above all of us."

When Berg mentioned the old man's identity and experience, his tone was full of admiration. Then, he asked the old man to stop his research and introduced him to Jiang Mo to report on the progress of the experiment. Two young human scientists were also with the old man.

"Hello, Your Excellency Xuanzun, it's a pleasure to see you again..."

The old man spoke in a kind voice. His bionic skin, bones, and hair looked exactly like those of a normal dragonman, but in reality, they were all composed of intricate machinery.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Noral,” Jiang Mo replied with a smile.

"I am honored to report to you that the spatial dimensionality reduction research, which you have placed high hopes on and paid close attention to, has achieved some progress."

Nora's life-saving assistant retrieved a transparent, deep blue cube containing a mysterious, liquid-like substance.

"What is this?" Jiang Mo asked softly.

"The Silent Deep Sea, the name I gave it, is a space weapon in a stable testing phase. It was developed based on the most fundamental understanding of the universe, and its effect is to reduce a specific area from three dimensions to one dimension, or even zero dimensions."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo's eyes lit up. The three dimensions are volume, surface, line, and zero dimension is the 'point' where all things return to emptiness. If the zero-dimensional effect described by the old man is true, it is undoubtedly an excellent sealing weapon. In a zero-dimensional place without space and time, it can eternally lock the enemy in place, which is worth paying attention to.

"Then what is its limit?" Jiang Mo asked.

"You see, the liquid flowing inside is actually composed of countless basic spatial structure molecules called Pleschny particles."

"The discovery, research and extraction of this particle took up the entire first half of my life, a full three hundred years of painstaking effort, before I finally captured it."

"In the few years I had left, I thought I would be unable to conduct any more in-depth research, until you gave me this opportunity to accomplish this groundbreaking feat!"

Do you know its power?

"With just 1 milliliter, it is possible to force the space within a radius of 10,000 kilometers to collapse to the extreme, which is equivalent to directly making a tiny space in the entire universe into nothingness and infinitely shrinking it."

"Uh...you might not quite understand this abstract concept. To put it simply, the universe is a full tank of gasoline, and we are using the 'Pleinius Hand' to arbitrarily and at will remove a portion of the gasoline from its original location."

"Due to the infinite expansion of the universe, the original position will be instantly filled by other spaces, and will not cause fatal damage to other areas. Therefore, this is the best civilization destroyer developed by the Dragonman civilization so far."

The highly respected dragon scholar pointed to the blue transparent cube and eloquently introduced Jiang Mo to his most perfect masterpiece, patiently explaining its origins, construction principles, and how to achieve its striking effects.

"This is good stuff..."

Jiang Mo first affirmed the old man's research, then posed a probing question: "Is this container for storing Prechnis particles safe enough?"

If, as the old man said, 1 milliliter can collapse a circular area with a radius of 1 kilometers, then if the 'jar' he is holding now were to leak accidentally, the entire heavenly kingdom might cease to exist.

However, Jiang Mo can forcibly dispel the spell, causing those extremely dangerous particles to overflow into the real world, unleashing an incredibly terrifying catastrophe. Not to mention Tianyuan, even the sun and its eight orbiting planets would likely not survive.

The old man smiled in relief at Jiang Mo's concerns and said:

"No need to worry, Your Excellency Xuanzun. These containers for storing particles are sturdy enough that they are unlikely to break. Even if a traitor appears here and breaks them with external force, it will not trigger a spatial collapse."

"These particles need to reach a specific frequency state to resonate and destroy the entire target space. The frequency that can trigger the collapse of space is known only to me. You do not need to question my loyalty to you and the Dragonman civilization."

"Okay, I trust you. Do you need any protective gear? I can protect you even more thoroughly."

Jiang Mo asked again, explaining that although the Heavenly Kingdom was particularly safe, he still wanted to take extra precautions just in case.

"Really? That's great, yes, that's necessary. Thank you for your attention!"

Noral answered without hesitation that even with various protective and restrictive measures, he would still occasionally feel a moment of fear about this forbidden weapon, afraid that some deeply hidden, never-before-seen ambitious madman within the Heavenly Kingdom might one day incite a riot to seize its database and decipher it.

"I'll help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, an identical copy of himself emerged from Jiang Mo's body. It was a projection of a portion of his power in the Heavenly Kingdom, about one-thousandth of his original strength.

"From now on, I will be stationed here. You only need to call out to me, and I will appear." The projection said.

"Thank you, thank you!" The old man was extremely grateful, and the faint worry in his heart finally dissipated.

Jiang Mo stayed in the Heavenly Kingdom for several days. During this time, Berg gave him a comprehensive overview of the progress of various research projects. Only after he had understood everything did he hurriedly leave.

Back in the human world, he spent his days idly until he received a notification from Song Ao.

"Uncle-Master, the people sent by the sect are coming!"

"Oh? Welcome them to the secret realm for a chat. I'll be there in a moment."

Jiang Mo, who was leisurely sweeping the floor at Sanyi Gate, responded in this way, while simultaneously opening the portal from the secret realm to the outside world for Song Ao and Zhao Yi.

About 10 minutes later, Jiang Mo arrived at the secret palace.

They met the long-awaited envoys of the Void Sword Sect, a total of ten people: seven dignified sword cultivators with restrained killing intent, and three elders at the peak of the Immortal Mansion, who had crossed the border to negotiate with Tianyuan.

At this moment, an elder in a crimson robe in the center, his hair standing on end in anger, was holding a sword. Thick blood dripped from the blade, echoing on the ground, while an arm lay quietly to the side.

Song Ao stood to the side, his forehead covered in cold sweat, clutching his severed arm, his face deathly pale, panting heavily.

Zhao Yi was also seriously injured and fell to the ground, his eyes unfocused. The person who made the move was none other than the red-robed elder of the Void Sword Sect. Although he was not the master of the Fifth Holy Son and the Eighth Holy Son, he was ordered by the sect leader to severely punish the two rebellious disciples.

And it brought news that plunged Song Ao and Zhao Yi into despair.

Their master betrayed the sect, threatening the lives of all the disciples to force the sect leader to spare their lives. In the end, on a plain 30,000 miles away, the sect leader casually killed six of their clones with a single sword strike, while their true body, like a stray dog, has remained hidden ever since.

"Ok?"

As soon as Jiang Mo stepped into the main hall, he saw the two men's disheveled state and couldn't help but smile. He knew that this was a two-birds-with-one-stone strategy, which was both to vent his anger and to hold them accountable, and also to test the power of the historical records.

Seeing this, he feigned curiosity and said with a faint smile:

"Fellow Daoist, why did you injure my nephew?"

"Uncle-Master... Uncle-Master, save... save me!!!" Song Ao walked over shakily and staggered, his expression extremely panicked.

Zhao Yi was seriously injured and could not get up. He could only lie on the ground, turn his head and look around, his eyes filled with a pitiful pleading look.

"Just a little thing."

Jiang Mo's words became law; with a single thought, time reversed and acted upon the two, causing their injuries to recede like a receding tide, and their severed arms to be completely restored.

The two were so frightened that they hid behind Jiang Mo. They knew they had no chance against the three elders of the sect, and they told Jiang Mo about the incident that had happened earlier.

Originally, when the two welcomed these sect elders and envoys back to the secret realm, everything was peaceful. But for some reason, they suddenly drew their swords and attacked, leaving Zhao Yi on the verge of death and Song Ao with a severed arm.

Knowing the whole story, Jiang Mo calmly looked at the elder in the crimson robe, waiting for his explanation.

Witnessing the Venerable Master's intervention, reversing time and altering cause and effect to heal the two men from their injuries, the three elders had subtle expressions on their faces.

The old man in the crimson robe frowned coldly, and finally spoke:

“These two injured their fellow disciples and deserve to die. If it weren’t for your sake, I would have sent them to the Yellow Springs with a single sword stroke long ago.”

Chapter 563 Surprise Attack, Death Without a Trace

"Since you are so kind, fellow Daoist, why not extend that kindness and stop making things difficult for my two nephews? How about that?"

As Jiang Mo spoke, he scanned the ten envoys.

The weakest among them, after being suppressed by the Heavenly Abyss, was about the same level as Zhao Yi. It is conceivable that the Void Sword Sect sent out most of its core members this time.

Three of the elders were particularly outstanding; even though they were in the Heavenly Abyss, they possessed combat power approaching that of a half-step ruler, which was terrifying and comparable to most human race masters.

Jiang Mo pleaded for mercy, but the old man in the red robe turned cold and remained silent. During the tense standoff, Song Ao and Zhao Yi, who were hiding behind, were terrified like never before, and did not even dare to look at their fellow elders.

"If it's a Mystic Venerable, then..."

Seeing that Jiang Mo was determined to protect the two, the old man in the red robe, out of consideration for cooperation, temporarily agreed, and looked at Song Ao and Zhao Yi with a warning gaze, saying:

"Don't let me see you outside the realm."

"Thank you for your mercy, Elder, and thank you for your protection, Uncle-Master."

The two bowed their heads respectfully and said that only after surviving the ordeal did they realize that their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

"Alright, go back and rest for now."

Jiang Mo dismissed the two men with a single word, lest the Void Sword Sect's envoys target them again. The two men, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, hurriedly took their leave.

Soon, the magnificent and vast palace returned to tranquility. Jiang Mo took his seat on the highest throne in the center and addressed the leader of the delegation, the elder in the crimson robe, directly:

"Where is the ransom I demand?"

"If you wish to see the ransom, Your Excellency, why not allow us to see the disciples of the Void Clan?" The elder in the crimson robe wanted to see the hostages first to confirm their safety before proceeding with negotiations.

"it is good."

"Then so be it."

"Aside from personal grudges, the Holy Son Zhuying who was killed is alive and well, and I admire their pragmatism."

With a thought, Jiang Mo cast a spell, instantly teleporting all the Void Sword Sect disciples who were imprisoned in another cell in the secret realm to this location.

There were probably more than three thousand people, all of them penniless, dressed in identical white hemp prison uniforms. Any fancy clothes or treasures they had owned had been confiscated.

"Gentlemen, please verify whether what I have said is true or false."

The elder in the crimson robe quickly swept his gaze over the group of hostages from the secret realm. The more he counted, the more something seemed amiss. The number of prisoners matched, but some disciples were still missing.

In response, the old man stated it directly:

"Our sect sent a total of 3860 disciples into Tianyuan. You, Venerable Master, only have 3610 here. The rest... where are they?"

"You're asking me? I don't know either. That day, Song Ao rang the bell, and the sound echoed to every corner of the world. Everything that could be forced out was forced out, and I didn't miss a single one; I captured them all."

Jiang Mo recalled what happened that day and slowly speculated:

"The remaining 'escaped fish' have mostly made cooperation with some local sects and racial secret realms in advance, and have gone into the secret realms to lie dormant."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't have mysteriously disappeared. As for how to contact these people, that's your own business. All I can do is return 3610 of the 3611 I caught to you."

The elder in the crimson robe pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the large number of prisoners. He saw his disciples, who had made grand promises to him before the expedition, now reduced to prisoners. It seemed... they still lacked experience.

He thought this to himself, but didn't forget to respond aloud:

"Alright, we will find the remaining disciples ourselves."

"This is the ransom. Can we take the person with us?"

The elder in the crimson robe handed Jiang Mo his left hand, with a gleaming golden ring in his palm. It was a top-of-the-line storage ring, capable of holding a world within it, with an internal space measuring 10,000 kilometers in length, width, and height.

A vast amount of cultivation resources were stored within, like a drop in the ocean. Jiang Mo took the ring, and a wisp of consciousness instantly swept in, beginning to check whether the numerous resources were intact.

The whole process was rather long. About ten minutes later, Jiang Mo came back to his senses and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, the sect leader is a man of his word."

An elder accompanying him, wearing a celestial crown and purple robes, said calmly, "His name is Zi Qiong."

"Ah."

Jiang Mo looked at the disciples of the Void Sword Sect gathered in the main hall and said:

"Gentlemen, I am sorry for the suffering you have endured these past few days. Today I will restore your freedom. From now on, you must be self-disciplined in your actions in Tianyuan. Do not disturb the common people or bring disaster to the people. You should also put away your airs in the outer realms."

“As long as you stay in Tianyuan, I will know everything you do, so there’s no need to make things more complicated for yourself.”

"Yes! We will keep it in mind." More than three thousand prisoners responded in unison.

"Disperse."

Jiang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, softly uttered a single word of truth, and the void chains binding each person, as well as the mysterious patterns that restricted their cultivation, all crumbled and disappeared in an instant.

"Alright, you kids, learn your lesson. Consider this crushing defeat a lesson."

"Anyone who dares to retaliate against Elder Jiang, or his sect, or his territory after this incident, will be severely punished. He is already a newly promoted elder of our sect."

"The sect leader has decreed that everyone must reside in this realm before Tianyuan enters the mortal world, and must not act rashly or make a show of themselves. Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"

"All of you may leave and wait outside the hall."

When everyone regained their freedom, Elder Ziqiong made this announcement. Hearing that Jiang Mo could still be promoted to the position of elder, the Holy Son Heng Yue and the Holy Daughter Luo Hua were not surprised at all.

They silently accepted the elder's criticism, led their disciples in bowing and worshiping, and then left the main hall.

"Boom!!"