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

There are even three innate magical artifacts! They are the Divine Prison Halberd, the Black Profound Cauldron, and the Yin-Yang Life and Death Sword.

There are also six human puppets at the Supreme Dao Lord level.

The demon race's Nine Palaces Ruler Puppet, seven in total.

Unfortunately, Wan'e was arrogant by nature and never took these external things seriously. Compared to its peak combat power, these external things were not even a quarter of its combat power. They were only good for guarding the home, but were a burdensome and useless thing for external conquest.

Therefore, in the final battle against the sages of the eight ancient clans, it did not bring these innate magical artifacts and puppets, which led to a misjudgment of the difference in strength between the two sides, resulting in its defeat and imprisonment for tens of thousands of years.

Looking back now, if we had brought them along, the outcome of the battle would have been uncertain.

Jiang Mo continued to examine his memories and discovered that there were six different formations set up outside the cave. Each formation was stunning and its destructive power was no less than that of a Supreme Dao Lord's full-force attack.

In conclusion, their combined strengths are not to be underestimated.

Most importantly, the cave contains endless resources and is even connected to the deepest part of this ancient life star, where there are no creation crystals, but there is still a considerable amount of primordial chaos.

If the traitorous clone of the root plague used these resources to cultivate for ten thousand years, it's hard to say what realm it would reach, but it would at least be at the level of a Nine Palaces Sovereign.

Moreover, situations where Jiang Mo could sense a crisis in advance were extremely rare. If such a situation did occur, it was either because the difference in strength between the two sides was insurmountable, or because the other party possessed special methods capable of severely injuring or even killing him.

"Old man, why doesn't it go looking for your magical treasure? Or has it already looked for it and put it back without your knowledge? Just like how we plotted against the Sunset Demon Emperor, it's plotting against us from behind the scenes..."

Jiang Mo frowned slightly, somewhat suspicious, and subconsciously glanced at the three heavy weapons on Wan'e's body.

Faced with this abrupt question, Wan'e was clearly stunned. Being naturally suspicious, it slowly analyzed the situation:

"The three spiritual treasures contain my origin imprint and are connected to my remnant soul. They are placed in three different locations. Putting aside these secrets, blood that is not pure or strong enough has no memory inheritance. Even if it knows about these secrets, it cannot hide them from me once it comes into contact with them."

"Perhaps it has been lying dormant all these years, hoping that I will die completely... and then inherit the three great spiritual treasures completely."

"To be on the safe side, leave it to me."

Jiang Mo still had some reservations and directly demanded the three spiritual treasures from Wan'e.

"it is good......."

There is no doubt about the origin of the plague, after all, these spiritual treasures were originally snatched by Jiang Mo. If he wanted to take them back then, even the origin of the plague could not stop him, the difference in strength between the two was too great.

Objectively speaking, without the root of the plague that allowed the Immortal Blood Armor to reconstruct the physical body, and with only the cultivation of a Five Palaces Master, Jiang Mo only needed to exhale a breath of true qi to kill it.

"Wow!"

As the root of the plague began to transfer ownership of the spiritual treasures, Jiang Mo snatched them away with one hand. A dense array of void formations burst forth from his palm, instantly sealing them within an infinitely confined space. He then forcefully absorbed them into his heart, severing all contact between the three spiritual treasures and the outside world.

"Step back, I'm about to make my move."

Jiang Mo glanced sideways at the source of the epidemic and secretly told it to get out of the way.

The two possessed incredibly powerful souls, allowing them to control the flow of time at will. In such a dangerous situation, a conversation that would normally take a quarter of an hour was efficiently completed in less than a minute.

In the real world, the scene would be Jiang Mo putting his arm around Wan'e's shoulder, gently pulling him back, and then walking ahead himself.

The entire cave's array was fully activated, with lines of order runes intertwining in the void, creating various ancient phenomena, and those miracles radiating astonishing power.

Wan'e yielded and walked behind. The two continued deeper into the only passage, where one gate after another opened.

After six doors opened in succession, with only the last three remaining, the cold glint in Jiang Mo's eyes grew even sharper. He stopped and tried to pierce through the three doors in front of him, which were forged from shadowy cold stone, but he failed.

However, he could clearly sense an incredibly terrifying life force slumbering in the deepest part of the cave.

Based on the cave structure memory provided by the root plague, the outer six gates are slightly inferior to the ultimate three gates in terms of defense, and are therefore divided into inner and outer areas.

Now that they are both masters of the cave, it is not surprising that Wan'e was able to open it smoothly. The unknown clone is sleeping in the deepest part of the cave, in the most secluded cultivation room, and seems to be unaware of it. If we continue to move forward, it will surely be awakened.

"........."

The silent footsteps made no sound. Seeing Jiang Mo stop, Wan'e subconsciously took a few steps back and nodded slightly to his back, indicating that he could make a move at will.

"Buzz!"

Jiang Mo locked onto the source of the aura, raised his left hand, and a crimson light instantly flashed from his fingertips, the terrifying light capable of destroying everything about to burst forth.

"!"

Wan'e stared intently at Jiang Mo's fingertips, racking his brains but still unable to figure out how this guy could cast spells without any warning.

"If I point my finger down, your cave dwelling will most likely be gone. Are you sure you've thought this through?"

Jiang Mo temporarily gave the root cause of the epidemic another chance to be considered.

As the owner of the Destroying Light Stream, he was well aware of its terrifying power. A mere three gates could not stop it; they would weaken its power by about 40%, but it would still be 60% effective. The price would be the treasures inside the cave, which would then turn to ashes.

"........"

Even the source of the disease felt a pang of regret, for it had taken a thousand years and poured all its resources into building this cave.

Now, having been both stolen and destroyed by its own thieves, it finally sighed silently and gave permission to act.

"Boom!!!"

In an instant, the seal on Jiang Mo's index finger was broken, and the magnificent scarlet light, like a roaring ancient divine beast, shook the heavens and earth, engulfing the entire ancient mansion. The gate blocking the front did not even stand still for half a second before shattering into countless particles.

"Boom!"

"Boom!!!"

The remaining two gates were also pierced at the same time. The stream of light was vast and mighty, long and wide enough to cover millions of miles of starry sky, like a galaxy, even larger than the current ancient life-bearing star.

However, this beam of light, confined within the narrow cave, was like a dragon entering a stream, instantly bursting through the surrounding space and striking the interior of the formation outside the door.

"Boom!"

A crimson light burst forth from the depths of the cave, shattering the cave that had stood for tens of thousands of years. An evil and brutal aura emerged, and within the blinding ocean of blood light, a figure could be seen roaring violently, its limbs twisted.

It was in great pain, seemingly at a critical stage of transformation, when it was struck by a sudden star-destroying beam, causing irreparable damage and signs of its life force spiraling out of control.

"Boom!!!"

"call out--!"

Wan'e retreated at the fastest speed he had ever seen, instantly leaving the cave. Jiang Mo's expression turned cold, and he charged forward with the Folding Immortal Sword.

"Boom!!"

Jiang Mo's speed was even faster than that clone. He appeared in front of it as if by teleportation. It was a humanoid creature that was eight parts similar to Wan'e. Its face was like a ghost, its skin was like iron, its body was strong, it was ten feet tall, had six arms on its back, and three heads on its neck.

However, the newly formed four arms and two heads on the left and right were blasted by the star-destroying light stream, leaving them bloodied and nearly withered, interrupting some kind of evolutionary opportunity.

The remaining head in the middle, and the two normal arms, were also charred and mangled, with exposed bones.

"Pfft!!!"

Jiang Mo struck head-on into its furious eyes, the sharp blade piercing the brow bone of the Myriad Calamities clone as easily as cutting tofu, cutting downwards in one swift motion, disemboweling and ripping it open, destroying all its internal organs and bones with the rampaging sword energy.

With a "whoosh!", this fierce and brutal sword strike unleashed its most lethal divine power, Immortal Severance, permanently severing the upper limit of life.

"Boom!!!"

The avatar of Wan'e, whose realm was unclear, turned into a sky full of gray blood mist, rolling and struggling, howling with extremely sharp voices that shattered the space of the cave.

However, it was within the range of the Star-Destroying Light Stream, just like Jiang Mo. The attack was far from over, the light stream roared incessantly, and the entire cave was collapsing.

Amidst the blood-soaked ruins, Jiang Mo, having preemptively cast the Great Void Technique, transported his physical body to a past time in another dimension, achieving dual defense and perfectly isolating himself from harm.

The Wan'e clone, which had been repeatedly struck by attacks, was unable to defend itself or even summon innate magical artifacts and puppets. It was then entangled by the ghost-like Jiang Mo, who swept it away with sword strike after sword strike, causing the gray sea of ​​blood formed from its corpse to continue to evaporate.

In just a few seconds, it shrank by one-tenth.

"Are you its apostle?!" the clone roared hysterically.

The response was a deep and mysterious tremor, like the sound of a great cauldron.

Jiang Mo stood in the center of the ruins. The colorless black hole that was originally embedded in his body transformed into a transparent cauldron under his guidance, which fiercely suppressed the entire scene. Countless drops of blood burst out, and life force was frantically extracted.

A piercing scream pierced the clouds and shattered rocks. The Myriad Calamities Avatar was terrified. In its desperate situation, in order to fight for a sliver of survival, it decisively activated several innate magical artifacts and summoned puppets to resist the successive killing blows.

"Boom!!!"

"Boom!"

Within the dazzling crimson ocean, densely packed puppet figures swarmed out, unleashing their peak combat power from their lifetimes.

"........"

Jiang Mo's eyes narrowed, and the Folding Immortal Sword flew out, sweeping past and slicing six puppets in half at the waist, their blood splattering into the void.

The clash of their supernatural powers caused the cave to collapse, the seabed to tremble violently, and it seemed as if the entire continent was about to shatter.

"Crash!!!"

The clone of Wan'e leaped up and darted through the hazy seawater, fleeing towards the land.

"Want to go?"

"late!"

Jiang Mo's figure flashed, faster than the former, and he intercepted the opponent directly in the void 30,000 miles high.

The avatar of Wan'e was panting heavily, its eyes, which should have been filled with rage, were now filled with terror. After being struck by several swords and suppressed by the cauldron formed from the colorless black hole, it was horrified to discover that not only had it lost 30% of its blood energy, but even after its injuries healed, it could not return to its former peak state.

Its lifespan limit was forcibly cut off; that was the work of the demonic man before them!

Just as the clone was pondering a way to escape, a curse rang out from not far away. It was the source of the plague, chasing after them. Its eyes were gloomy, veins bulging on its forehead, and it cursed fiercely:

"You beast! How dare you rebel against me?"

"Ah......."

The clone returned a mocking smile, looking down at it as if it were an idiot, "Impressive, Ancient Emperor, you actually managed to come out alive!"

"However, you seem to have misunderstood one thing. It's not about rebellion; the one who is stronger is the true master!"

Chapter 602 Unyielding in the Struggle for the Dao

The arrogant words of the clone enraged the root of the plague so much that it nearly ground its teeth to powder, and it grinned maliciously repeatedly:

"Well said, whoever is stronger is the true self. But I'm curious how you severed your connection with me?"

"You think I have to tell you just because you ask?"

The clone laughed mockingly, its arrogance showing no regard for the main body of a scattered seven-palace master.

It is composed of nine palaces and nine stars, and the difference between them is no exaggeration to say that it is a million times. If Jiang Mo had not been present, the root plague would not have been able to block even a single glance from it.

"Boom!!!"

Seeing that the two people opposite him were full of murderous intent and would not let him off easily, he summoned 13 puppets. They all looked the same as before, with intact skin, and did not look like the powerful experts who had been dead for tens of thousands of years. Their vitality was so strong that it was almost overflowing.

"Boom!"

Several more beams of light descended, and the Divine Prison Halberd, the Black Profound Cauldron, and the Yin-Yang Life and Death Sword appeared together.

In an instant, the clone's combat power surged dramatically, and its materialized pressure was like a boundless, raging sea, squeezing the surrounding space until it could not withstand it and shattered one after another.

This move terrified the source of the plague, causing its expression to change drastically. Over the past tens of thousands of years, this clone had achieved remarkable success, reaching the Nine Palaces and Nine Stars level in cultivation, and possessing puppets and innate magical artifacts.

"Kid, are you really confident?"

The source of the plague anxiously inquired, and faced with the looming threat of death, it couldn't help but waver. Having lost the protection of the three great spiritual treasures, it didn't even have the right to stand on this battlefield.

"Maybe."

Jiang Mo smiled noncommittally. As the two sides entered a standoff, an out-of-control power raged within his body. It was none other than the three sealed spiritual treasures, which were stirring at this critical moment.

The clone opposite him gradually revealed a strange smile, as if it had expected this all along:

"Fellow Daoist, you are truly audacious! No matter how I drag you, you cannot budge it?"

"What......."

The source of the plague, who was listening in, suddenly had a bad feeling. It quickly realized what was happening and immediately asked angrily:

"When exactly did you come into contact with them?!"

"You have no right to speak here, you ant."

The clone's smile grew even brighter. With a condescending gaze, it pitifully scrutinized the ancient emperor who had once swept across the Immortal Realm, and slowly said:

"You don't need to worry about these things."

After saying that, it formed a hand seal with one hand. No light was emitted, nor was any demonic energy released. It must have been some kind of technique that had been restrained to the extreme.

At the same time, the three great spiritual treasures that should have been sealed went berserk, unleashing their most powerful attacks in their unowned state, shattering countless void barriers.

Jiang Mo remained silent, focusing solely on reinforcing the seal. If a thousand layers weren't enough, he would reinforce it with ten thousand; if ten thousand weren't enough, he would reinforce it with ten million. The speed at which his true qi recovered far exceeded the consumption of the Great Void Sealing Technique, which was constantly being extended within his body.