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

Wu Qian seemed to be deep in thought, and regardless of whether his words would come true, he still spoke respectfully:

"Yes... I will keep it in mind, thank you for reminding me."

This time, there was no response from within the palace. Jiang Mo had vanished; he had gone to another part of the secret realm and found the two former Holy Sons of the Void Sword Sect who had betrayed him: Song Ao and Zhao Yi.

"Uncle Master."

"Uncle Master."

Upon seeing that it was Jiang Mo in person, the two quickly stood up to greet him, their expressions slightly flustered.

"Ten days from now, I will ascend to the outer realms. Do you want to come back with me?"

Jiang Mo spoke selectively, and as soon as he finished speaking, the two men were filled with shock.

"How...how did you get back?"

"This... I'm afraid it would be inconvenient for this disciple, and I fear it might bring me to my death, so as not to reveal my whereabouts and implicate you, my master uncle."

Song Ao and Zhao Yi reacted differently; the former was puzzled, while the latter was terrified.

Immediately, Jiang Mo gave a brief account of how the extraterrestrial human race had tried to win him over, as well as the time and place of his ascension.

"Uncle-Master, you mustn't! There are wolves and tigers lurking outside. If you go out, they will have an overwhelming numerical advantage and will inevitably go back on their word. By then, it will be too late to make you a prisoner."

Zhao Yi sensed a conspiracy and tried his best to dissuade them.

Upon learning that the original compass of a royal clan had opened the passage, Song Ao's expression became increasingly uncertain, and he murmured absentmindedly:

“Uncle-Master, although you have unparalleled abilities, you can’t fight against so many. There are so many Supreme Dao Lords and Nine Palaces Sovereigns. Even if you have innate magic weapons, you will still have a slim chance of survival. Not to mention the Heavenly Tribulation during your ascension, which will severely injure you in advance.”

"In my opinion, you don't need to worry about the war and devastation outside the realm. Just stay in this world, enjoy a hundred or a thousand years of immortality, and live a carefree life. Wouldn't that be better? Even if they come in the future, they may not be a match for you."

Jiang Mo smiled slightly at Song Ao and Zhao Yi's persuasion:

“I have considered what you have said. However, when one encounters adversity in cultivation, one should face the challenge head-on rather than retreating. Weighing the pros and cons is necessary, but courage is also crucial.”

After saying this, Jiang Mo patted the two men on the shoulders, seeing their fear and understanding it, and gave them some advice:

"From now on, you will cultivate in Tianyuan."

"......"

"Thank you, uncle."

The two breathed a sigh of relief, and before they knew it, their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

At first, they thought they were going to be used as bargaining chips by Jiang Mo. If they fell into the hands of the sect leader, they would be in a situation where they could neither live nor die.

"Cultivate diligently, and do not bully the weak, commit evil deeds, or fail to distinguish between good and evil in the mortal world. If I find out, I will personally skin you alive, refine your souls, and send them to be eternally burned in the deepest hell."

Before leaving, Jiang Mo gave them a final warning.

"Yes Yes Yes."

The two nodded like chicks pecking at rice, keeping it firmly in mind.

They wouldn't dare to cause trouble here. They knew perfectly well that Jiang Mo's clone was stationed inside Tianyuan, and that his strength was unfathomable.

"Buzz!"

As the two bowed in farewell, a portal suddenly rose from the ground, and Jiang Mo walked in and disappeared.

..........

6 month 3 day.

On this day, Jiang Mo secluded himself in his study, projecting his divine sense across the mountains and rivers of the human world. He saw that mortals were weak, regardless of gender, intelligence, age, or physical condition, and that their acquired achievements were all limited by their innate foundation.

Most of them come from ordinary backgrounds, lack resources, connections, and traditions. For them to embark on the path of spiritual cultivation and change their fate is undoubtedly a pipe dream.

After observing for a moment, Jiang Mo withdrew his divine sense, picked up his pen and wrote a martial arts cultivation method based on his lifelong understanding of martial arts. It was the gentlest and most stable method, with many variations that could continuously enhance the power of the cultivation method according to the cultivator's needs.

“Shuashuashua!!!”

The fine wolf-hair brush moved across the paper continuously, and after several hours, a complete martial arts cultivation method was written out. It combined the martial arts cultivation system of the extraterrestrial dynasty with the local cultivation system, creating a fusion that combined the advantages of both while discarding their disadvantages.

This martial arts manual, without a name or author, was written by Jiang Mo. With a single thought, it radiated across the world, entering the minds of every human being, and was accompanied by unique divine power, ensuring that they would never forget it. It was almost imprinted into their souls, like a blessing bestowed from birth.

In an instant, more than 2 million people, whether at home or abroad, whether poor or rich, who chose to stay during the great migration, all received this method as a gift.

This martial art has several levels, from low to high: Body Building, Blood Refining, Bone Tempering, Internal Organ Condensation, Spiritual Platform, Embryo Transformation, Mortal Transformation, True Self, and Freedom. Each level has three stages: early, middle, and late. As long as you pass the training, you can advance naturally. It is relatively easy and is a foundational martial art.

If one cultivates freely and reaches the 'Free and Unfettered Realm,' it is comparable to the traditional secret realm of Qi refining, the 'Sea of ​​Bitterness,' allowing one to contend with extraordinary beings.

If one cultivates diligently and reaches the state of 'freedom and ease', one can rival the Dao Lords of great sects, which is the level of 'reaching the other shore'.

If one never slacks off, pursues the ultimate, and refines oneself to the point of carefree bliss, one will be no less than the 'Seeing the Immortal Palace'.

In short, the martial arts manual written by Jiang Mo has both a high lower limit and a high upper limit. What kind of results can be achieved depends entirely on the cultivator's own perseverance. He has only sown a seed.

Soon, the world was in an uproar, and the newly established Human Federation was even more astonished.

According to the survey, almost all citizens, including the staff, have received martial arts training methods.

In the entire world, there are only two Dao Lords who can achieve this level: one is Dao Venerable Chenqing, and the other is Master Feixian.

However, neither of them came forward to give a definitive answer, and the truth became elusive. But praise and gratitude for them spread throughout the streets and alleys.

On June 4th, Jiang Mo was invited to Lu Jin's family dinner, where he dined with Lu Jin's nephew whom he had always paid close attention to, and they took a group photo together.

On June 5th, Jiang Mo went into seclusion again to write about the cultivation path of his sect. He wrote down the secrets of each realm without reservation, and then personally sealed them deep into the minds of every disciple.

They will only emerge when they reach the corresponding level of cultivation; otherwise, they will be a blank, worthless, and even impossible to refine, easily shattered by external force.

Furthermore, even if they come into contact with the core secret techniques, they cannot convey the cultivation mysteries of each realm to others.

In the secret scroll of the final chapter, Jiang Mo concluded:

"To conceive a primordial magical artifact, one must overcome the tribulations of the physical body and soul, and further refine the body with the five elements of the ultimate material, reaching the eighth level of the Profound Life cultivation. This process is fraught with challenges, and one must not slack off or deceive oneself. One must hone one's skills day after day for countless lifetimes, and eventually one will gain something. The key is to choose the three fires of the Spirit Platform and follow them with one's heart."

It took two days to complete.

On June 7, Jiang Mo and his senior brother went down the mountain and found a lake nearby. The two fished from sunrise to sunset, talking about everything that had happened in the past.

"Senior brother, I may have to break my promise." Jiang Mo sighed sadly.

"Oh...you mean that matter? Sigh...just do your best."

As if by telepathy, Chong knew that his junior brother's broken promise was nothing more than a plan to revive the deceased disciples. However, with ascension imminent, the fact that it had not yet succeeded already indicated that that path was definitely not feasible.

"Unfortunately, even after traveling all over the world, I still couldn't gather all the remaining fragments."

Jiang Mo gazed at the lake surface gradually being covered by the pitch-black night, lost in thought. If all the fragments were gathered and the complete historical record of the ages were used, it would surely be possible to resurrect the disciples who had passed away in the past without affecting the history of the present world.

"Never mind, it's all the same."

Si Chong smiled contentedly, raised his wrinkled hand, patted Jiang Mo's shoulder, and comforted him:

“You’ve done enough. To us, they’re just stuck in the past. We can see them anytime we want, can’t we?”

"........."

Jiang Mo remained silent for a long time, then finally smiled with relief and said softly:

"Then let's hope that other opportunities will arise in the future."

"Hehe, good, then this old man won't have to worry anymore. If I'm not able to make it in the future, I'll rely on you, junior brother, to dig out my old bones again."

"Okay, I'll do as you say!"

"real?"

"real."

Under the bright moon, by the lakeside, two hearty laughs rang out—a fleeting moment of reminiscing before parting.

On June 8th, You Sha, knowing that Jiang Mo was about to embark on a long journey, used magic and alchemy to hand-weave a long black robe for him, helped him put it on, straightened his sleeves, and wished him a safe journey and a safe return.

"As much as possible."

This was Jiang Mo's reply. He looked at the woman with her arms outstretched and gently embraced her.

In the setting sun, the two figures almost blended into one.

On June 9th, the three great masters of the demon race came to see him off, pulling him down the mountain to Yaowang's fiefdom, where they held a banquet that lasted all day and night, drinking fine wine and savoring delicacies.

On June 10th, Jiang Mo returned the 'Silent Deep Sea' to the highest scholar of the Dragonkin race, informing him of his impending journey and expressing his hope that they would take good care of the human race, maintain friendly relations, and jointly build prosperity.

On June 11, Jiang Mo descended to the surface of the sun, fully activating his True Law Domain. In an instant, he controlled the ultimate Star Destroyer left behind by the Starry Sky Human Race, as well as six improved destroyer cannons developed locally. All of them were frantically charged to their limits, absorbing the sun's light and heat energy, continuously converging into a stream of light that could destroy all things, and transferring it into his body.

This was a grand gift he had prepared for the extraterrestrial human race: a full one hundred star-destroying beams, including six scarlet ultimate rays, twenty-four normally azure rays, and sixty deep purple charging rays.

On June 12, at dusk, Jiang Mo opened the forbidden area behind the mountain, took away the remnant soul of the root of the plague, and gathered overseas with the Flying Immortal Master and the ancient relics of the three clans.

At the same time, the demon realm opened, and a large group of hostages flew out together with the divine general Wu Qian, arriving at the location where the Primal Compass was about to break through the boundary wall.

"Boom!!!"

The wind rose and the clouds surged, dark clouds stretched for miles, and a sense of oppression spread.

Jiang Mo casually waved his hand, sealing off an area spanning thousands of kilometers to prevent the aftershocks from spreading.

On the sea surface, Wu Qian stood in mid-air, leading hundreds of hostages to pay homage to Jiang Mo and offer their greetings.

"Mysterious Venerable, the seniors from beyond the realm are all ready. They await your command, and the gate will open and remain open for thirty breaths."

Wu Qian suppressed his overwhelming excitement; every inch of his skin was taut, and he felt immense tension.

Because, the ascensioners who came with Jiang Mo were not just the Flying Immortal Master, but also three unfathomable old monsters.

"Let them open the door."

"Yes."

Upon receiving Jiang Mo's signal, Wu Qian immediately used a secret technique to contact His Majesty and the Imperial Preceptor outside the realm to inform them of the situation.

Five minutes later, the communication ended, and Wu Qian spoke again:

"Mysterious Venerable, given that you faced a heavenly tribulation during your ascension, could you allow us to proceed ahead of you?"

"If we fall behind, we fear our lives will be in danger."

All the hostages present held their breath, silently waiting.

"Well, you go first."

Jiang Mo answered indifferently, his eyes cold.

These hostages were no longer of any use to him, so he released them as he saw fit. Whether they survived depended on the abilities of their elders.

"Thank you, Venerable Master."

Wu Qian shouted, and behind him came scattered words of thanks.

Some of the hostages remained silent, unwilling to yield.

As members of the royal family, they had been imprisoned for over a year and were about to regain their freedom. Their fathers were waiting for them in the outer realms, and their arrogance, which had almost been worn away, was rekindled.

"........."

Jiang Mo glanced at everyone, said nothing, and continued to wait.

Time passed second by second. About fifteen minutes later, a huge roar suddenly came from the void. A dazzling silver light spread from the unseen end of the void and suddenly pierced through the omnipresent boundary.

"Boom!!!"

Space shattered, and a silver vortex suddenly appeared, with a raging storm inside. The starry sky was visible, with billions of stars in sight. A starry ancient road stretching for tens of thousands of meters appeared before everyone's eyes.

That's the way back!

That is the path to ascension to the outer realms!

Instantly, Wu Qian and the hundreds of hostages all changed their expressions slightly, while the five ascendants, including Jiang Mo, remained calm and indifferent.

"Go."

Jiang Mo spoke calmly, giving them time to leave.

"go!"

With a roar, Wu Qian charged into the silver vortex at top speed, leading a dense crowd into the ancient starry road. In an instant, he traversed thousands of meters, crossed the vortex with a flick of his finger, and disappeared into another vast and desolate world.

"It's our turn..."

Jiang Mo sighed softly.

Through the vortex and the ancient starry road, his gaze could see the magnificent world on the other side, with countless extraterrestrial humans, experts, and elite demons all tacitly blocking the exit, seemingly welcoming him but also hunting him.