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

Therefore, it is necessary to study the disease that can restrain it. Once it is slightly infected, the corruption and distortion will be irreversible. At that time, it is hard to say whether it can maintain its supernatural powers. It can only become a victim of the knife.

This point was actually requested by the disease itself.

The Sunset Demon Emperor from beyond the realm was not suppressed by the will of Heaven, and his cultivation was complete. He was so powerful that the two spiritual treasures could not steal his flesh and blood. Coincidentally, there was also a clone of the same origin in the Heavenly Abyss, which solved the problem.

Time slipped away quietly, night faded, and dawn rose.

As Jiang Mo faced the rising sun, he slowly exhaled, drawing countless invisible strands of purple energy into his body, making him feel exceptionally refreshed and invigorated.

Not far away, the originally thin, short, grayish-brown figure had swelled into a bloated mass of gray gel, unable to digest the dominant life force in a short time.

"Wan'e, although I cooperate with you, your nature is too dangerous. For the sake of the safety of this world, you must be sealed away. Do you mind? Can you forgive me?"

"If not, I will banish you to another desolate time and space, giving you a certain degree of freedom. When you have information to share with me in the future, I will bring you back."

Jiang Mo's bottom line is that he will not tolerate the root of the plague living and walking in Tianyuan, no matter how innocent or tragic its first half of life may have been.

Aside from that, Jiang Mo was willing to help it more and treat it as an equal, rather than treating it as a prisoner to be exploited at will.

"Seal it up..."

"My main body is still locked up, so it doesn't matter where my clone is; it's just a matter of the size of the cage."

"I'll have to trouble you...human."

The bloated gray monster paid no attention to these trivial details; at this moment, even speaking seemed difficult, as it was on the verge of bursting from the energy within its body.

"it is good."

Jiang Mo slowly stood up and came to the source of the plague that the Undying True Blood Armor had transformed into. He spread his five fingers and a purple light suddenly bloomed in the void.

"Get some sleep."

As the words fell, the barrier formed by tens of thousands of layers of void patterns appeared in the air as a unique purple transparent Rubik's Cube.

What appears to be a single entity is actually tens of thousands of void barriers converging at the same frequency, falling onto perfectly aligned orbits.

"Boom!"

The next instant, as Jiang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, he activated his magic, and the void Dao patterns instantly converged to the center, sealing the root of the plague and ultimately transforming into a deep purple Rubik's Cube.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Mo devised numerous methods to seal the Rubik's Cube. He dared not relax in the slightest and tirelessly sealed it away.

He didn't stop until several days and nights had passed.

The Undying True Blood Armor was locked under dozens of formations, and its outer edge was also enhanced by the divine power of the History Book of Time. A vortex leading to a desolate alternate dimension was ready.

If any special circumstances occur with the formation above, the Undying Blood Armor, along with its seal, will be transferred to the vast river of billions of parallel timelines.

The alternate dimension that Jiang Mo chose was a world destroyed by nuclear war, a world where spiritual energy was scarce and all things were in vain.

Even if Wan'e wanted to grow stronger, it would be impossible.

Because he would go to that time and space immediately to resolve any potential problems.

..........

After this secret meeting, Jiang Mo returned to his peaceful life, and the time for the arrival of the Starry Sky Human Race was drawing ever closer.

For the remaining year, he did not deliberately cultivate, but let everything take its natural course.

Even when he was full of energy and didn't need sleep, he still worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.

He had already practiced the skills he needed to learn over the past thousand years.

Through rigorous, day-to-day training, he reached the pinnacle of his supernatural abilities.

Now, all he wants is to live a good life, occasionally instructing his disciples in cultivation, occasionally playing chess with his senior brother, and occasionally tending to the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

He lived a very comfortable life, enjoying himself every day, and gradually got used to this kind of life.

One evening, as dusk fell and the setting sun cast its last rays across the four halls of the Taoist temple, the twilight illuminated the sky.

Jiang Mo stood in front of an ancient, verdant tree, his shadow stretching out very long.

His gaze was very gentle, lingering on the rough bark for a long time. He reached out and gently touched it, sensing the rhythm of life.

In a daze, a blurry yet familiar figure from many years ago appeared before his eyes.

Jiang Mo saw his past self, who, on a similarly splendid, crisp autumn evening, stood under a tree, letting his mind wander, immersed in his own spiritual world.

Time flies so fast.

Even I've gotten old.

A faint smile appeared on Jiang Mo's lips.

At this moment, he had to admit that with the passage of time, his experiences had changed his mindset, personality, and attitude towards life. Compared to the ignorant and naive boy he once was, he was completely different.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, divine light suddenly shone down on the earth below the mountain, radiating across the nine provinces, vast and mighty, like immortals descending to earth, and true cultivators ascending to heaven.

Jiang Mo, who was sitting quietly in the attic, took a sip of tea and put down the teacup.

He gazed into the distance and recognized the aura of the Flying Immortal Sect's Immortal Mirror. It had already reached its peak, seemingly having been refined to perfection and completely entering the ranks of innate magical artifacts.

On this very day, peace reigned in the mortal realm, celestial light swept across thousands of miles, causing all the demon kings of the mountains and seas to tremble, and countless believers of the Flying Immortal Sect to be greatly excited.

The Flying Immortal Sect once again achieved unprecedented glory, becoming the undisputed number one sect in the human world.

In response, Jiang Mo also sent his congratulations to the two senior figures from afar. He was very fortunate that, apart from himself, the human race had such powerful figures to rely on.

After a brief exchange, Jiang Mo withdrew his gaze, continued sipping his tea, and held his tablet, scrolling through various banned files and anecdotes on the dark web as a pastime.

Just like ordinary people.

They enjoy watching movies, TV series, reading novels, watching short videos, and other forms of entertainment to pass the time.

Jiang Mo, on the other hand, would kill time by reading some mysterious and embellished dark web files.

Soon, the blood-red setting sun sank below the horizon, and light footsteps echoed in the quiet attic, accompanied by a faint, unique, and delicate fragrance.

It's You Sha.

She carried a pot of freshly brewed coffee and slowly walked over. She sat down opposite Jiang Mo without any hesitation, and casually crossed her long, fair legs.

"What's wrong, Jiang? What are you looking at again?"

You Sha smiled gently, her voice as soft as a mountain spring.

Those silver-gray eyes were especially bright, like dazzling gems, and when they looked at Jiang Mo in front of them, ripples of strange light appeared in their depths.

She looks better today than most of the time.

Her long, light gray hair was pierced by a dark wooden hairpin, intertwining and coiling behind her head, while the strands in front fell down on both sides of her face like willow branches swaying in the evening breeze.

She wore a wine-red top that accentuated her snow-white skin, paired with a long skirt that resembled a blood-red rose blooming in the long black night.

She bent down and poured a cup of hot coffee, pinching the spoon between her index finger and thumb, and slowly swirled it to let the rich aroma evaporate better and the taste become smoother and more mellow.

Upon hearing You Sha's greeting, Jiang Mo subconsciously replied, "Some old dark web data."

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked.

“Okay,” he replied.

"They'll be back soon, what are your plans?"

After preparing a warm cup of coffee, You Sha handed it to Jiang Mo and inquired about the Starry Sky Clan.

“Respond to ever-changing situations with constancy.”

Jiang Mo put down his tablet, took the coffee from You Sha, and took a small sip.

Will they win?

You Sha looked into Jiang Mo's eyes with a calm and composed expression, but her voice betrayed a hint of worry in her heart.

"meeting."

Jiang Mo nodded, giving a definite answer.

"I'm ashamed to say that I can't help you much now that I've come this far."

You Sha chuckled self-deprecatingly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear with her left hand. She was grateful to Jiang Mo for saving her from danger on several occasions, but also felt helpless because she couldn't offer him any real help when the catastrophe was about to strike.

“You are no different from everyone downstairs; you are all my disciples. It is my duty to shelter you from the wind and rain; there is no need to take it to heart.”

"Just disciples?"

Yu Sha asked in a humorous tone, seemingly dissatisfied with this relationship, and the emotions in her eyes gradually intensified.

"So to you, am I both the sect leader and what?"

"family."

"friend."

"companion."

You Sha answered without hesitation, her expression sincere. For the first time, her face, which had always been as cold as an iceberg, showed a noticeable change, with an unnatural blush appearing.

But she remained calm and composed, her voice showing no sign of panic. She acknowledged her actions, accepted her feelings, and spoke her true thoughts.

"........"

Their eyes met; he saw the expectation in her eyes, and she saw the surprise in his.

Before Jiang Mo could respond, You Sha continued:

"We've known each other for over eighty years..."

"You are the only friend I care about in the second half of my life. You are not my family, but you have accompanied me for so many years. Even if we are not partners or spouses in the conventional sense, what I want to say is..."

"You are really important to me."

"I want to be closer to you, I want to touch your body and feel your body temperature."

Yu Sha spoke each sentence carefully.

"I wanted to say this the last time I held you in my arms. Please forgive my rudeness and willfulness."

"........"

"If what you want is physical contact and companionship, I can give you those."

"But I cannot give you love. Love is possession, and unfortunately, I don't have that, nor can I give it to you..."

Jiang Mo truthfully told You Sha about his situation.

He has no feelings of 'love'; they have been completely worn away during his cultivation over the past thousand years.

He cared about You Sha, regarding her as a family member within the sect. He could treat her well, fulfill many of her needs, and provide her with various cultivation resources, but he simply couldn't give her his love.

"No, you misunderstood. What I want is not that ethereal love, nor that marriage certificate, or the confirmation of my status. What I want is simply a right, the right to ask you to allow me to stay by your side for a long time, to hug you and kiss you freely without being resisted or rejected by you. Is that alright?"

"that's it?"

Jiang Mo was somewhat surprised. He had read many ancient scriptures, and according to You Sha's words and needs, their relationship was somewhat similar to that of 'Daoist partners'.

However, while other couples might have mutual affection, in their case, one party has love while the other does not.

"that's it."

Yu Sha nodded solemnly, letting out a deep sigh of relief. Like a student anxiously awaiting exam results, she asked the teacher, the man in front of her, with some uncertainty:

"Is that okay?"

"You don't have to love me, but I hope you can accept my love for you."

"........"

Jiang Mo hesitated for a few seconds. The three-word question was so concise and clear, yet he couldn't give a definite answer for the time being.

"........."

Gradually, You Sha guessed the outcome, and an indescribable joy shone in her eyes.

Jiang Mo did not give a clear and direct refusal!

This is a completely different attitude from before.

Having spent so many years together, You Sha knew his personality inside and out.

And so, suppressing her excitement, she slowly approached Jiang Mo, her right hand cautiously yet boldly reaching out to touch his cheek, her slender fingers feeling the warmth of his skin—it was so wonderful.

"You may not belong to me all the time, but there will always be a period of time when you belong to me alone, just like now."

Yusha calmly uttered her long-awaited declaration, her right hand sliding down to the man's throat, her fingers gently clenching in a tender gesture.