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

"This realm is a natal magical artifact forged under the guidance of divinity, after I have stripped away my humanity and bestiality. It is the embodiment of my Dao principles, carrying my primordial power and perfecting and enhancing it. It possesses many supernatural powers, but what I admire most is none other than the 'person in the mirror'."

The Flying Immortal Master's lips curled into a smile as he spoke candidly:

"What is the person in the mirror? It is a mixture of truth and falsehood, reality and illusion. Anyone reflected in this mirror will be replicated into an identical life form and placed under my control."

"In addition, it has an extremely strong sealing ability. As long as it is covered by the mirror light, it will fall into the mirror world. The more it is broken, the faster it will fall into a new mirror world, without end, until eternity."

At this point, a look of melancholy suddenly appeared on the face of the Flying Immortal Master, and he sighed with some helplessness:

"It's a pity that I wasn't fortunate enough to take the elixir before eradicating my humanity and animality, so that I could have made up for my deficiencies. Otherwise, the natal magic weapon I created wouldn't be in such a regrettable situation, just a hair's breadth away from becoming a primordial magic weapon."

"It's fate, why force it? Just be content."

Xianhua stroked his beard and smiled, delighted by his nephew's situation.

"It's a pity, really. You were already in seclusion then, and I obtained the elixir later. Even I was a little late. No, even if I had obtained it, it might not have been effective..."

Jiang Mo raised his left hand, and the Folding Immortal Sword appeared. Its sharpness and grade were far superior to the Immortal Realm of the Flying Immortal Master. Both of them were stunned when they saw it.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Mo began to speak:

"This is the magical artifact I nurtured. At first, it was barely at the threshold of a primordial magical artifact. Later, I entrusted the Divine Forging Sect to help me refine and upgrade it. If I had obtained the pills earlier, it might have become even stronger. However, I have not taken any pills yet."

"Why is that? Is it because there aren't enough pills?" Master Feixian asked curiously.

"That's it."

“Those two kinds of pills are already scarce. I would need a lot of them to achieve the same effect as you. I thought that since my combat strength is not much different from that of the creatures from beyond the realm, I might as well leave the pills to my disciples and younger generations.”

When Jiang Mo mentioned his disciples, a gentle smile appeared on his lips. In the past six months, almost all of his disciples, regardless of their cultivation level, had obtained the Great Dao Ascension Pill and the Six-Turn Reincarnation Pill.

Even if they consume it, the effect is minimal, not even enough to gain the combat power of a ninth-level King Realm expert.

But Jiang Mo didn't care! He still ordered his disciples to eat it like candy.

For him, emotions are a precious thing that cannot be measured by money or similar cultivation resources.

Upon learning the reason, both Fei Xian Yu Zhu and Xuan Hua sighed slightly, admiring his righteousness.

"So, young friend, your plan is to brave the heavenly tribulation and break through in the future?"

"Ah."

Jiang Mo met the questioning gaze of the Flying Immortal Master and nodded gently.

He knew that taking the two kinds of pills would make his combat power soar again, but he also understood that this baptism was incomplete. Since he was demanding perfection, he planned to use the Heavenly Punishment when he left Tianyuan to cleanse the incompleteness of his realm.

Live to death.

This is the core essence of reversing the cycle of cultivation, and it is also Jiang Mo's choice from beginning to end.

Afterwards, the two exchanged magical artifacts for observation. The Flying Immortal Master was shocked by the sharpness of the Folding Immortal Sword. He had a strong intuition that this magical artifact was stronger than the Heavenly Heart Ancient Jade and the Chaos Cauldron. As for its comparison with the complete Book of Time, that was unknown.

"Your Immortal Mirror still has the potential to be enhanced, but it requires accumulating a massive amount of resources for tempering. Fortunately, the Divine Forging Sect has the capability in this regard. Perhaps you could talk to them. If you can temper it to the perfect 25th level, its power will definitely qualify it as a Primordial Magic Weapon."

Jiang Mo made an accurate judgment after playing with the magic mirror for a short while.

"I have the same idea, Senior Uncle. I'm afraid I'll exhaust the sect's resources. What do you think?"

The Flying Immortal Master smiled and asked the old man for his opinion.

"Then go ahead and practice. Your contributions to the sect are already on par with the founder. There's no need to seek my opinion. Whatever you do is fine; I support you."

Xianhua agreed, as he also wanted to see the Flying Immortal Sect create a primordial magic weapon belonging to its own sect.

"Then you should communicate with the Divine Forging Sect. If you really lack resources, I have some extra that I can help you with."

Jiang Mo smiled and handed the magic mirror back.

"Thank you so much for your help, young friend. We will never forget it."

"You're too kind. Here, have some tea."

As dusk fell, laughter and conversation echoed from the corridors of the pavilion. It wasn't until several hours later that the two guests from the Flying Immortal Sect finally departed.

.........

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye. Late one night, at the pool behind the mountain, Jiang Mo sat quietly on the shore, bathed in moonlight, untouched by any dust.

A crimson suit of armor floated silently in front of him. After this period of devouring and fully digesting the blood energy of the three rulers, it underwent an extreme evolution, and a faint intelligence was born, no longer the simple life instinct of the past.

"Who...who...are you?"

"My friend? Or my family?"

Why do I have no memory of you...?

The illogical words emanating from inside the Crimson Blood Demon Armor were clearly heard by Jiang Mo.

“My name is Jiang Mo. I am not a being from the same era as you, but you are the magic weapon I obtained when I destroyed a secret realm.”

Jiang Mo patiently explained how he obtained the Crimson Blood Demon Armor.

In the battle against the sect traitor Mu Jue, the opponent unleashed the light of destruction. If it weren't for the Crimson Blood Demon Armor protecting his heart in time, he would have been dead.

Therefore, he was still grateful for this magical artifact. In addition, because of its ability to continuously evolve, Jiang Mo spared no expense, draining the blood essence of several dominant beings to nurture it.

"So that's it..."

"I...I can't remember my name..."

"I lived in a very ancient era, and was hunted to the edge of the universe by many powerful beings. In the end, I lost my memory..."

"What era are we living in? And where is this place?"

"This is Tianyuan, and it should not be the same as the world where you first survived."

“Our ancient books contain very few records about you. There were two or three people like you in history, but they all disappeared in the end.”

Jiang Mo told the Crimson Blood Demon Armor some basic world information, and it fell into a long silence.

"Thank you... stranger I've never met before."

"Without your provision, I don't know when my mind would have been restored. I am extremely grateful for your kindness."

Jiang Mo didn't take its thanks to heart, but only emphasized:

“Here, ritual implements are not allowed to develop sentience, but your situation is rather special. I cannot bear to erase your sentience or reduce your rank. However, I will have to restrict your freedom from now on because you have a spirit. If you cause trouble and implicate innocent people in the future, I will reflect on my responsibility.”

"Alright... I am willing to follow you, and I hope you can protect me and help me repair my damaged spirituality."

"can."

Jiang Mo responded calmly, and then took out several more Overlord-level prey for it to devour.

"Pfft!"

"Gulu!"

"Pfft!!"

The Crimson Blood Demon Armor showed no restraint, wolfing down its contents like a starving ghost.

Its form shifted, and in an instant, a gaping maw with interlocking fangs devoured the flesh of those who ruled, swallowing bite after bite without counting the pieces down its throat.

At the same moment, deep within the Evil Soul Sea beyond the realm, the Root Plague, imprisoned within the Stone Gate, suddenly felt a faint sense of revival. A drop of Undying True Blood containing a fragment of a soul, lost in a distant land, was revived, and its power was surging dramatically.

"No... that direction is...?!"

"I remember now, I remember now!!"

"It's Tianyuan! It's Tianyuan!!"

How did it get there?

After a brief period of excitement, the root of the plague was troubled again. Although that fragment of soul was the only free body, it was trapped in the barren abyss. How could it devour and advance?

Moreover, there is a formidable figure in the local area who wields four innate magical artifacts. It is highly likely that he learned about the birth of the two spiritual treasures and his own information from the Imperial Dynasty, the Sword Sect, and the eight great lineages.

Is this still available?

The clone appears and disappears instantly!

For a moment, the root of the plague dwelling in the dark world felt agitated. Although the power of the Undying Blood continued to rise, it was still a drop in the ocean for it in its desperate situation and had no effect whatsoever.

At this juncture, the Sunset Demon Emperor is engaged in a war with the human race and the eight great lineages, resulting in bloodshed that stretches for miles. He has no time to fulfill his promise to weaken the seal, while the Root Plague can only endure the scorching heat of the Primordial Heavenly Fire behind the gate.

Rather than doing this, it's better to find another way out.

Various thoughts crossed its mind, but in the end, it still took the initiative to establish a connection with that fragmented soul and share memories. At least there was still a chance to turn things around, which was better than sitting and waiting for death.

Soon, through its all-out effort to connect, the Undying Blood on the other side grew stronger and stronger, and the fragile bridge began to take shape.

"Hurry up..."

"Hurry!!!"

Tens of thousands of years of waiting and torment have made the Root of the Plague, which is about to gain freedom, extremely agitated. Every second that is extended makes it uneasy, and a pent-up anger is ready to erupt at any moment.

It was so close, it prayed silently that it wouldn't fail.

Finally, after several days and nights, at a certain moment, when the root disease and the divided soul built a complete spiritual bridge, the two merged together.

It is the divided soul, and the divided soul is it!

Within the Heavenly Abyss, the Crimson Blood Demon Armor, which had once again devoured several dominant beings, fully revived and regained its spirituality. Its eyes were filled with rage and terror; how could the humans before it treat it as a tool to be enslaved?!

His murderous intent erupted uncontrollably in an instant, sweeping across the mountains and forests.

out of control.

Oops.

Unable to control its rage, the root of the plague quickly fell into regret. If the mysterious human before it could heal by feeding it with its immortal blood, then he definitely had the ability to destroy it.

How am I supposed to explain my undisguised murderous intent now?!

As expected, Jiang Mo was also calmly watching the Crimson Blood Demon Armor. The spirit that had spoken with him earlier had changed its personality as its memories were being filled in.

"interesting......"

"You want to kill me?"

Jiang Mo chuckled softly, as if he had seen the most humorous joke in the world, and couldn't help but sigh:

"The ancients were right. It is better for ritual implements not to have spiritual power. Too much distraction will surely bring disaster."

Having said that, Jiang Mo extended his right hand, preparing to shatter the Crimson Blood Demon Armor with a single blow.

"and many more!"

"Don't kill me! I can give you an opportunity you can't even imagine!!"

"I have just regained my senses, and my killing intent was not intentionally directed at you! Stop!"

No matter how much the Crimson Blood Demon Armor roared, it was to no avail. Jiang Mo's right hand still rested on the surface of the Crimson Blood Demon Armor and gently gripped it.

However, the force of this light grip sent chills down the spine of the Root Plague, far away in the Sea of ​​Evil Souls. It clearly sensed that the other party had destroyed that drop of Undying True Blood with ease.

"No, please, stop! I can give you anything you want!!!"

It pleaded desperately, howling in anguish, its voice humble as its mind became increasingly twisted.

The root cause of the epidemic is that people cannot accept the cruel reality of regaining freedom only to lose it again in an instant.

However, what it didn't know was that Jiang Mo never intended to kill it; it was merely a deterrent. The fact that the Crimson Blood Demon Armor wasn't a species from the Heavenly Abyss was enough information to keep it alive.

"Oh? You can give me everything I want?"

"Alright, I'll give you a chance to bewitch me. Come on, tell me your identity."

Jiang Mo smiled slightly, then released his right hand. The Crimson Blood Demon Armor immediately felt relieved, and the aura of destruction receded like a tide.

The source of the plague, which had imprisoned the sea of ​​evil souls, turned out to be a false alarm; he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

It regained its composure and, relying on its previous conversation with Jiang Mo, introduced itself in a deep voice:

"I am an ancient emperor of the demon race outside the Tianyuan Domain. In the distant past, I perished while attempting to break through to a higher realm."

"This armor is a drop of my blood that I left behind back then, containing a wisp of my immortal soul. It was corroded by the years and kept decaying until today when you nourished and activated it, allowing me to be reborn."

Without knowing Jiang Mo's identity, stance, or personality, the root cause of the epidemic dared not reveal its true identity and chose to fabricate a more credible reason.

Chapter 578 The Truth of Ancient History, the Origin of Wan'e (First Update)

"No, please, stop! I can give you anything you want!!!"