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

Inside the mountain gate, Jiang Mo walked to the forbidden zone where he sealed the root of the plague. His body assimilated the arrays and barriers, then shrank a million times, easily entering a mustard seed space.

Here, in this vast sea of ​​blood, a drop of immortal blood, an offshoot of the root of the plague, floats in the sky, having already transformed into a gray insect egg. From within it comes a strong and powerful heartbeat, as loud as thunder.

"Wan'e, is there any way to help me steal something?"

Having regained his awareness of the origin of the epidemic, Jiang Mo went straight to the point: "The Primitive Compass of the Human King Clan."

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"How do you know about this thing..." The response from inside the insect egg was somewhat unexpected.

“I have captured so many hostages from beyond the realm and obtained a large number of ancient books. Only recently have I learned that there is such a strange object in the world that can help me leave Tianyuan. Unfortunately, I cannot go to the beyond the realm myself, so I would like to borrow your help to retrieve it for me.”

"Can it really open a passage between two closed worlds, as the ancient books say?"

Jiang Mo probed indirectly, intending to verify the authenticity of the original compass from the source of the epidemic.

"Gulu~"

"Gulu~"

The enormous insect egg had flesh writhing inside, emitting a chilling squeezing sound.

"Hmm... that is true, but that compass requires the power of several supreme Dao Lords and the secrets passed down by the Human King Clan to activate. I had already thought of this for you before, but it's not realistic."

“My true form is locked in the Abyss of the Sea. I cannot control the Undying True Blood Armor, nor can I persuade the Sunset Demon Emperor to risk venturing into the forbidden area of ​​the Human King Clan to seize the Primal Compass. There remains an extremely terrifying power there that is difficult to shake.”

Slightly puzzled by the origin of the epidemic, I pressed Jiang Mo for answers:

"What? You've figured it out?"

"........"

Jiang Mo remained silent, only a mysterious smile curving his lips.

A strange premonition rose from the depths of the root of the plague; it almost instinctively guessed that this human boy might be plotting something evil again, and urged urgently:

"What are you laughing at? Have you come up with another new plan?"

"Correct."

Jiang Mo slowly paced around the insect eggs, tilting his head slightly. Through the transparent membrane of the eggs, he could see the extremely ferocious and terrifying life form gestating inside.

A bold idea followed.

"That Undying True Blood Armor from beyond the realm, do you really have no way to control it at all?"

"If you could release this drop of blood now, could you control it? If you succeeded, what level of cultivation would you achieve?"

Upon hearing this, the source of the disease seemed to have some understanding, and he pondered, "I cannot control it at this stage."

"However, once this drop of my true blood completes its transformation, if I can get out and retrieve my armor, I will be able to master the power of the Nine Palaces Sovereign. Even if it is not as strong as my peak combat power in life, it will be enough to protect myself, not to mention that I also have two other spiritual treasures that I can control at any time."

Having said that, it couldn't help but ask expectantly:

"What? Venerable Master, do you have a way to get me out?"

"I do not have."

Jiang Mo first shook his head, then, before the root cause of the epidemic could be greatly disappointed, he changed the subject:

"But others have it."

"Who?" The source of the epidemic was a deep mystery, and no clue could be found.

"The royal family of the kings."

"The primitive compass".

Jiang Mo reveals the answer.

"What?" The Root Disease almost thought it had misheard. It was extremely surprised and its mind raced to process the information. In just a few breaths, it gradually understood what was going on.

"Did those extraterrestrial beings find you?"

"Ah."

“My baptism is not thorough enough, so I’ve postponed it for more than a year. When that time comes, they will open a path to take me out. I don’t know if you’ll be interested in catching this last train.”

"!"

This sudden good news caused the root cause of the epidemic to crash, and then the joy erupted like a raging torrent.

In an instant, a hearty laugh echoed from the stone gate deep within the Sea of ​​Evil Souls and from the crimson space.

One year!

Just one year!

This current clone can return to the outer realms, seize the Undying True Blood Armor, and then shake the seal at the bottom of the sea to regain freedom.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

"Good lad, you really are incredibly lucky, you've stumbled upon such a wonderful thing."

The root of the disease is laughing out loud, its emotions are morbid and manic:

"When we join forces, those scum will surely die a horrible death!!"

"They never imagined that their carefully laid trap would help me escape!!"

How can you be so sure they will definitely make a move?

Jiang Mo smiled and asked with curiosity.

"Ha, do you think I don't know what those hypocrites are thinking?"

The root of the epidemic calmed my agitation, and as I became more composed, I realized the hidden danger behind it all and analyzed it logically and with evidence:

“Since they can activate the Primal Compass, there must be at least three Supreme Dao Lords in charge. Since the war between the two races began, the Sunset Demon Emperor has only killed one Nine Palaces Ruler from the Twelve-Tailed Purple Flame Fox Clan. The other top beings will not miss such a feast.”

"If they can just trick you out of here, surely they have ways to deal with you? How naive!"

Since Jiang Mo had already said all that, he naturally didn't mind sharing the entire negotiation process with it.

The root cause of the epidemic scoffed at this with disdain:

"Even though you've refined the innate magic weapon in your hand, unless it's an innate, innate, companion-level weapon, it will be directly absorbed when it encounters the Human King Clan's weapon-refining divine technique, Source Inheritance. Didn't you know that, kid!"

"That unparalleled divine technique can also refine living things into magical artifacts. It can be completed in an instant simply by applying a special mark."

"These are legends not written in ancient books; only those who experienced them firsthand know them."

"If it weren't for the fact that I nurtured my three great spiritual treasures myself back then, they would have almost completely crushed me."

A flicker of emotion crossed Jiang Mo's pupils, but he simply smiled and let it pass.

"If you hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have known."

"So this was the murderous intent hidden behind it all. No wonder you went to such lengths to agree to all the conditions I offered."

Jiang Mo remained calm and composed. Coincidentally, both of his strongest magical artifacts were created by himself, so he figured the secret techniques of the Human King Clan were unlikely to be able to seize them, and he would not give them any chance to get close.

"On the other hand, it is an opportunity, but are you really confident that you can get out? There are many powerful people blocking the way outside. The Sunset Demon Emperor may be a good pawn. I will use him to restrain them and try to minimize the risks for you."

"It's hard to say. I'm not afraid of them; the only trouble is the heavenly tribulation."

Jiang Mo frowned slightly.

Faced with such high risks, GenYu was still somewhat tempted: "Would you like to give it a try?"

"It is certainly not a bad idea to have a comprehensive plan."

A sharp glint flashed in Jiang Mo's eyes. He was determined and did not believe that the Heavenly Tribulation and the Supreme Dao Lord and the Nine Palaces Ruler who were surrounding him could kill him.

"Okay, then I'm definitely taking this last train!"

"As long as we escape successfully, retrieve the Undying Blood Armor, and recover my treasures from my lifetime, together we will surely reign supreme over all the heavens."

"Don't be too happy yet, who can predict the future?"

Jiang Mo remained noncommittal, temporarily setting the topic aside: "Get ready, I'll take you out when the time comes."

"it is good."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I'd like to ask you about," Jiang Mo asked humbly.

"speak."

"What exactly is the origin of innate magical artifacts?"

Jiang Mo asked the question that had long troubled him without an answer.

"Finally, I'm starting to realize something's wrong?"

"Humph."

"I might as well tell you; this might be the answer closest to the truth."

The root of the epidemic's low laughter slowly spread, and it said decisively:

“Innate magical artifacts are born from the will of Heaven and are the strongest magical artifacts in the world and all the realms.”

"Its birth takes two forms: either it is conceived by a world, or it is conceived by an extremely powerful being, or the power of that being remains in the world after its death and dissipates."

"In short, I have lived for so many years and have never encountered a primordial magical artifact born from the world, but I have seen its prototype in my memory, which is my destroyed mother planet."

"The second most common innate magical artifact... This thing may not be good. I know you are wary of me, and your words are half true and half false. To this day, I still don't know how many innate magical artifacts you have."

"As someone who's been there, and as an ally, I'd like to offer you some advice."

"Don't touch innate magical artifacts that don't belong to you too much. Just refine them and activate them a little."

"Don't get fixated on developing its full power. Avoid letting it become familiar with your body and infiltrate your soul day and night, so that one day in the future, when you are weak, it will completely take over your body and resurrect the true master of the innate magical artifact who died back then."

"This is not alarmist; it is something that actually happened. I hope you will be aware of this."

The source of the disease earnestly advised that Jiang Mo's safety was crucial to the smooth implementation of its plan; if anything went wrong at this juncture, everything would be over.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo's perspective broadened, his expression became serious, and he seemed to be deep in thought. In the end, he said nothing, but nodded solemnly, his voice as firm as iron.

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

Chapter 584 My Path Is Not Alone

After talking for more than half an hour, Jiang Mo and the source of the plague agreed on a detailed plan, and then Jiang Mo left the blood-red space alone, restoring the seal to normal.

The following day, more than ten disciples of the Void Sword Sect and hundreds of citizens of the Daye Dynasty, led by the divine general Wu Qian, came to the Sanyi Gate to pay their respects.

Jiang Mo glanced at them briefly, and after confirming that everything was correct, he escorted these people back to the previous demon clan secret realm and handed them over to Song Ao and Zhao Yi for safekeeping, then ignored them.

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye. The defense deployment in outer space of the planet has been completed one after another.

The Tower of the End stands near South Africa, emitting unique electromagnetic pulses that radiate throughout the entire solar system, originating from the Abyss.

Twelve towering energy pillars are anchored in space orbit, circling the globe and always ready to be activated.

Six star-destroying cannons were placed at various points on the sun, fully charged.

In the spring of 2028, the Elder Council of the Dragonkin and the leaders of the Nine Departments held secret talks to begin screening qualified personnel within their territory to board the faster-than-light warship, as a seed for the continuation of civilization between the two sides.

Apart from 2% of the places being reserved for scientists and their families, the remaining 98% of the places are randomly selected by computer, with 44% drawn from each of the dragon people and humans.

In this strategic arrangement, all people of Chinese descent, regardless of their background, wealth, or health, have equal opportunities.

No matter how wealthy or powerful you are, you cannot influence this decision.

Amidst the supercomputer's calculations of 936 trillion per second, the screen flickered, and in an instant, a list of personnel appeared, totaling 600,000 dragon people, 600,000 humans, and over 25000 scientists and their families.

Within minutes of the result, a special stream of electronic light swept across every corner of the mountains and rivers, originating from Kyoto.

In an instant, the selected citizens all saw a virtual projection screen unfold on their retinas, listing some of the details of the interstellar migration plan, but without mentioning the crisis of the arrival of the interstellar human race. The general idea was that a group of volunteers needed to board a faster-than-light warship jointly developed by the Nine Departments and the Dragon People Kingdom to go to the depths of the universe and plant civilization on a new planet.

Those selected have two options: agree or decline. They are given ten minutes to consider their choices. They only need to move their eyes slightly to the corresponding options that are completely different on the left and right to make a decision, and then wait for the relevant staff to come and assist them.

Those who agree will receive a large, unimaginable sum of money as compensation for their household use.

Those who relinquish their eligibility will have their memories related to the Star Migration instantly erased by some mysterious force, with no other effects.

In just one night, countless next-generation supersonic fighter jets took off from Kyoto, locked onto coordinates in various locations, and went to pick up the candidates who volunteered to board the ship.

Soon, summer arrived.

Everything in the human world remained as usual. After experiencing several major events such as the revival of spiritual energy and the emergence of underground civilization, the land of mountains and rivers not only did not fall apart in the midst of turmoil, but instead became stronger and stronger.

On May 25th, Jiang Mo was residing on the fourth floor of the Sutra Repository when Lu Jin hurried over from downstairs, his face beaming with joy. As soon as he entered, he waved and greeted her: