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

"Uncle-Master, you're here! I have some good news to tell you."

"Well, sit down."

Jiang Mo responded listlessly, his attention focused on a huge map, which clearly showed the territories of the three major powers from outside the region.

He held a fine, soft wolf-hair brush, dipped it in red ink, and occasionally lifted the brush to make dots, planning multiple escape routes and delineating mythical forbidden zones beyond the realm.

"what happened?"

As Jiang Mo sketched with fluid strokes, he asked in a gentle voice.

"It's my great-granddaughter, Lu Linglong. She's getting married soon to Zhang Chulan from the Celestial Master's Mansion."

"Linglong..."

Jiang Mo was somewhat dazed, vaguely remembering the name, and a young figure appeared in his mind.

A long time ago, 13 years ago in the real world, I cleansed the evil from that doll's bloodline.

Lu Jin strode over, presented an invitation with both hands, and said respectfully and expectantly:

"Yes, Uncle-Master, I wonder if you will be free and able to attend? It's on the first of next month."

"Leave it aside for now, I'll go when I have time."

Jiang Mo smiled slightly and accepted the invitation.

"Alright, then you go ahead with your work. This disciple will take his leave."

Lu Jin glanced at the complex and vast map out of the corner of his eye, knowing that his martial uncle was busy, so he silently retreated.

Inside the pavilion, all was quiet, and Jiang Mo was completely immersed in his own world.

On June 1, 2028, the day of great joy for the Celestial Master's Mansion and the Lu family, many sects, families, and emerging martial arts forces came to offer their congratulations.

Jiang Mo also attended this grand banquet, accompanied by some disciples and elders of the San Yi Sect.

Celestial Masters Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong came to receive him, their faces beaming with joy as they greeted Jiang Mo and reminisced about the past.

Witnessed by the guests and guided by the emcee, the two newlyweds tied the knot, exchanged rings, and became husband and wife.

A day passed in the blink of an eye. As night fell, the guests gradually departed, leaving the Celestial Master's Mansion brightly lit and decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, filled with a festive atmosphere.

Jiang Mo chatted with Tian Jinzhong and Zhang Zhiwei for more than an hour. The two were considered his juniors. Before leaving, he left some useful cultivation techniques and resources, and then said goodbye and departed.

On June 6th, several allies came to visit, none other than the Blood Demon Ancestor, the Evil Spirit Ancestor, and the Candle Dragon.

When Jiang Mo met them, they were all transformed, their auras far surpassing their former selves. With the assistance of the Great Dao Ascension Pill and the Six Revolutions Reincarnation Pill, their cultivation became increasingly stable and flawless, and their combat power also soared significantly, greatly narrowing the gap between them and the rulers of the outer realms.

Even without the blessing of the Life Palace, it is close to the combat power of a ruler who has just entered the Eighth Palace.

"My bad premonition is growing stronger; I've even dreamt of impending catastrophe several times..."

The Blood Demon Ancestor stated his purpose directly: "May I ask, fellow Daoist, when may we make our move?"

"It will be soon. I will let you know when it is ready."

"If you don't mind, you might as well travel around the mortal world for a few months and take in the beautiful scenery of this world."

Jiang Mo spoke calmly and jokingly, his gaze piercing the sky, reaching the vast starry heavens, already foreseeing a massive fleet approaching.

"We have benefited greatly from this opportunity, and we are grateful for your care, fellow Daoist."

Zhulong bowed in gratitude. After its transformation, its lifespan had returned from old age to its prime, making it extremely terrifying. Furthermore, due to the special and powerful nature of its bloodline, it had risen to become the strongest among the three ancient artifacts.

"No need to be so polite. I'll leave the human world to you from now on. I won't be leaving here for long."

Jiang Mo said calmly.

That being said, it is unknown to the three that Jiang Mo's true body left behind, but there is still a reincarnated body with combat power close to that of his original body.

Upon hearing this, Blood Demon Ancestor, Evil Spirit Ancestor, and Candle Dragon all narrowed their eyes in shock, each lost in their own thoughts.

"You're going to the outer realms?"

"Ah."

"Imperial Dynasty, Sword Sect, Royal Court—which of these three major powers have you chosen?"

The Blood Demon Ancestor couldn't contain his curiosity and asked.

Even though they were beings of similar cultivation levels, upon hearing that Jiang Mo was about to ascend and leave to enter a more expansive world, its words carried a hint of envy.

"Humans... They've chosen this path, but it doesn't guarantee their safety. There are countless schemes and calculations behind it."

Jiang Mo chuckled self-deprecatingly, leaving the others looking confused and bewildered.

"how do I say this?"

Zhulong frowned: "Can't you just stay here? With your talent, if you cultivate for another hundred years, who will be your match?"

"Planning is up to Heaven, not human effort."

Jiang Mo said with a wry smile, "There's not much time left. War is raging outside the region, and they could invade at any moment. Rather than cowering in one place and waiting to die, I'd rather fight my way out and seize that sliver of hope."

Next, Jiang Mo told them about the cause and course of the war that broke out outside the region.

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Upon learning of the extraterritorial war, in which more than a dozen Nine Palaces Sovereigns and Supreme Dao Lords were locked in a life-or-death struggle, a chill ran through the hearts of the three.

"And what about us? Just how big is the gap between us and them?"

The evil spirit patriarch asked the question nervously, his green flames flickering with apprehension.

"A world of difference."

Jiang Mo remained calm and sighed, "If they stay here for two or three hundred years, even if they dare to come in without permission, they will never be a match for you."

"However, if you go out with me, there is a very high chance that you will become fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others."

"Let alone the ambitious Dao Lords and Sovereigns, the tribulations of the outer worlds alone are enough to give us a hard time."

The Blood Demon Ancestor clenched his fists, his face ashen, and said hesitantly:

"Are you out of your mind? Is it worth going to the outer realms alone? From their perspective, the innate magic weapon in your hand can influence the battle, and they will definitely try every means to seize it."

Upon hearing this old-fashioned remark, Jiang Mo's eyebrows relaxed, and he smiled brightly and gently, like the warm sunshine.

“Cultivation has never been a business of weighing pros and cons and calculating every penny. The path is under my feet. I don’t care about mountains of knives or seas of fire. As long as I am willing, I will step into that realm. What do I care about those demons and monsters who try to stop me?”

Jiang Mo said from the bottom of his heart.

His departure into the outer realms was partly motivated by a desire to seize the initiative, eliminate powerful enemies, and protect Tianyuan.

But the more important reason is that the world outside the realm is dazzling and colorful, which aligns with his original aspirations for cultivation. He wants to become stronger, he wants to see more things, and he wants to do things that no one before him has ever done.

Even if it meant being shattered to pieces and having his soul scattered, Jiang Mo would not hesitate.

"What about the other human? Is he going with you?" Zhulong asked.

"Maybe. I haven't asked him yet, but I think he'll go."

Jiang Mo was confident and composed.

Initially, he wanted the Flying Immortal Master to stay in Tianyuan, but then he realized it was unnecessary. With a large number of technological weapons and three powerful alien beings in charge, even if the Sunset Demon Emperor came in person, he would be unable to help under the suppression.

Moreover, his reincarnated body is still intact, and he can step in to turn the tide at any time.

The Blood Demon Ancestor hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up and pleaded:

"I wonder... after the battle in the stars ends, could you take me out with you?"

"Are you sure? Venturing beyond the realms carries an extremely low chance of survival; it's like a moth drawn to a flame. Of course, if you've thought it through, then you can."

Jiang Mo explained the specific dangers to the Blood Demon Ancestor: he would have to undergo a tribulation of lightning, and then be surrounded. Under such a double predicament, even he himself might not be able to escape smoothly.

"Yes, my mind is made up."

A sharp glint flashed in the Blood Demon Ancestor's murmured:

“I’m tired of this world. Rather than staying here to rot and wait to die, I might as well go out and gamble. I have a feeling that some of the bones, internal organs, eyes and brain that I lost back then might be outside the world.”

The true form of the Blood Demon Ancestor is a skin that has lived for countless years. Long ago, its physical body rotted and collapsed. In order to prolong its life, it disintegrated and distributed its power. Different parts of its body were scattered all over the world, seeking opportunities.

Only the most useless skin remains nurtured in the blood pool of the race's secret realm, gradually rising to the highest ranks after a long period of time.

However, during its dormancy, it gradually lost its sense of other parts of its body, as if it had suddenly disappeared, leaving no trace of its presence in the world.

The opportunity to reach the outer realms is now right before our eyes. The Blood Demon Ancestor wants to venture into the outside world. If his physical bodies are still there and can be reunited, his cultivation will only reach a higher level.

Jiang Mo met its ambitious gaze and simply said, "Fine, as you wish."

"Wait a minute!"

Zhulong shouted, his face solemn, and said seriously:

“Fellow Daoist, we agreed beforehand to join forces and conquer the Immortal Realm. Even if the chances are slim, I will not desert my post.”

"Then what do you mean?"

Jiang Mo couldn't help but look at this dragon with newfound respect. Knowing full well that the danger was immense, he still had the courage to face death.

"I also need to go!"

"I have only one request: if you, fellow Daoist, were to destroy the Imperial Dynasty, the Sword Sect, and the Royal Court in the future, would you grant my Dragon Clan permission to reside in a vast territory?"

Zhulong made no attempt to conceal his intentions, heading towards the rich land beyond the realm.

Tianyuan is in a phase of spiritual energy revival, but the number of powerful individuals and resources that will emerge in the future will be limited.

The human race has giants like Xuanzun and Feixian Yuzhu, and the dragon race cannot possibly seize resources from them. The evil spirits and blood demons are complete races, far larger than the dragon race, and are not something the dragon race can conquer.

Rather than waiting for resources to run out and the development potential of future generations to be gradually weakened, it is better to take this opportunity to lay the groundwork for lasting prosperity.

This is why Zhulong wanted to follow him: to gamble on the fate of the clan and disregard his own life and death.

"Wow!"

As soon as Lao Long finished speaking, Jiang Mo waved his hand, and a huge map suddenly appeared. It showed boundless mountains and rivers, ruled by three forces, with Tianyuan located on the east side, marked by a dark forbidden zone icon.

"Alright, regardless of whether you survive in the future, as long as I destroy those three major forces, one of the twelve royal fiefdoms of the Sunset Royal Court can be allocated to your dragon clan."

Jiang Mo made the promise in person.

Don't be fooled by the small size of a single fiefdom. In fact, each of the twelve fiefdoms of the Sunset Royal Court is hundreds of thousands of miles long, and its area is more than ten times larger than that of the Heavenly Abyss.

"I trust you, thanks."

Zhulong clasped his hands in a fist salute, feeling a sense of relief; such a reward met his expectations.

Jiang Mo looked at the Blood Demon Ancestor again, pointed to another fiefdom, and said, "This belongs to your clan, and I have marked it."

Different regions on the map are engraved with Qi patterns representing different races and sects.

When the Blood Demon Ancestor saw that fiefdom, which was clearly the largest among the three races, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Thanks."

Even the Evil Spirit Ancestor's eyes widened as he could see his clan's territory on the map. Although it wasn't as vast as that of the Dragon Clan or the Blood Demon Clan, it was still enormous.

It swallowed hard, then chuckled sheepishly.

"I never expected you to be making preparations for my clan, young friend. It seems I can't find a reason to refuse..."

Soon, it grew tired of its own habit of hesitating and, mustering immense courage, decisively gritted its teeth and said:

"Fine, fine. Since the Starry Sky Humans are willing to fight, let's also try to break through to the outer realms!"

"I hope my young friend will take good care of me and protect this old man, so that I won't die before I even get started."

"Then I hope everything goes well for us."

Jiang Mo raised his cup of tea and drank it down with the three old men. They talked until late at night before he saw them off.

At the end of the month, the Flying Immortal Master and Xuan Hua came to visit.

After several months apart, when Jiang Mo saw the Flying Immortal Master again, what came into Jiang Mo's eyes was a tall, handsome man with muscles as strong as chiseled basalt.

He was masculine yet possessed a restrained sharpness, with a dignified and imposing face and eyes the color of molten gold, like a furnace where molten iron was boiling. His brows were hard and cold, and he exuded heroic spirit.

This person is none other than the young and vigorous appearance of the Flying Immortal Master, having undergone the baptism of two top-grade elixirs and the blessing of the Immortal Mirror.

At that moment, he was almost like a god, wearing a Taoist robe embroidered with gold and white, with twelve celestial rays hanging high behind his head, converging into the shape of a golden holy lotus. The power of incense was inexhaustible, and every move he made caused the wind and clouds to change, and the world to lose its color.