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

"Boom!!"

The Immortal Mirror unleashed an equally terrifying radiance, clashing head-on with it.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

The battlefield was filled with afterimages. Two figures clashed instantly, their movements colliding with extreme speed and power. Every punch landed with a thud, the muffled sounds echoing through the heavens and earth, as if a god in the heavens was beating drums to aid the battle.

"boom!"

A dazzling light burst forth in the void, where two figures were exchanging blows, each strike powerful and relentless, both fighting with deadly intent. A terrifying gale swept across the vast void, and a white storm left the desolate land scarred and ravaged.

After tens of thousands of moves, Ying Yu was no match for him and was sent flying far away, like a meteor falling to the earth.

In contrast, the Flying Immortal Master was covered in blood, his eyes were primitive and wild, extremely aggressive, his chest heaved violently, as if he had exhausted himself, and the true qi he exhaled from his mouth and nose were like dancing silver dragons.

His arms were cracked, most of the arm bones inside were broken, and the finger bones in his hands were even worse, almost turned to powder.

The Flying Immortal Dao Lord's faith body was extremely hard. If Ying Yu had been able to fully control it, he probably wouldn't have gained the upper hand in the contest.

"Come, tell me your last words."

The Flying Immortal Master looked down at the figure who had stood up. At the same time, the golden lotus seal forged from incense behind him was slowly rotating, entering the prelude to some kind of spell casting.

"joke......"

Ying Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling the near-perfect body as his injuries healed at a rapid pace. He gathered his hands together, quickly forming hand seals, and unleashed one forbidden technique after another from the Flying Immortal Sect.

"Boom!"

The Falling Moon Glow and Sun and Moon Divine Furnace unleashed by the Flying Immortal Master were almost on par with Ying Yu's.

"Boom!!!"

For the next few days and nights, the light of various supernatural powers filled the entire battlefield without stopping for a moment, and strange phenomena continued one after another, making the sky dark and the earth tremble.

Gradually, under the pressure from the Flying Immortal Master, Ying Yu became more and more adept at controlling the power of his Faith Body, increasing his combat strength from only 70% to nearly 90%, directly reversing the situation and turning the tables to beat the Flying Immortal Master.

"Boom!"

Several more hours passed. The Flying Immortal Master was covered in wounds and blood, on the verge of defeat, while Ying Yu's aura remained almost unscathed, standing at his peak. His arrogant arrogance grew stronger, and he even uttered mocking words:

"If I remember correctly, you are the disciple of the lineage he mentioned from his hometown, right?"

"Heh, I am his personally trained disciple, and my understanding of magic and supernatural powers is far superior to yours. What makes you think you can beat me!"

"ignorance!"

"boom!!!"

Another round ended, and the Flying Immortal Master was knocked back several thousand meters. His pupils shrank sharply, and his injuries became even more severe. He endured the discomfort in his throat and swallowed the blood that was rushing to the tip of his tongue back into his stomach.

Just then, a clear, cold voice resounded across the battlefield.

"With my sword."

Jiang Mo stepped in to help.

"call out--!"

In an instant, a streak of dark red light swept across the void, and the Flying Immortal Master instinctively raised his hand and grasped the innate magic weapon that Jiang Mo had thrown to him.

At this point, the combat strength of both sides was nearly equal.

Winning Emperor + Clan Bell + Faith Body VS Flying Immortal Master + Immortal Mirror + Folding Immortal Sword.

Thanks...

With his sword in hand, the Flying Immortal Master spoke in a hoarse voice. His combat power, which should have been declining, surged again, breaking through his previous limits.

"Hmph, you stubbornly resist? Then let this senior of yours send you on your way."

Ying Yu attacked, engaging in close combat with the Flying Immortal Master. A protective Xuanwu formation appeared on his body, intending to suppress the Flying Immortal Master's crown with a single palm strike.

"Pfft!"

However, a chilling flash of blood appeared, completely different from what was expected. The Flying Immortal Master shattered the Xuanwu Formation with a single sword strike, and smoothly severed that wrist. Golden blood splattered, and countless faiths dissipated.

Intense pain shot through his mind. Ying Yu couldn't believe it—the sword had actually broken through his master's physical defenses and the Xuanwu Formation!

In an instant, he panicked, felt a chill run down his spine for the first time, and sensed a hint of death.

"call out--!"

As the next sword strike came hurtling towards him, Ying Yu dodged it with a quick movement, still shaken, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The power of that sword was even more exaggerated than he had expected!

and many more!

Suddenly, Ying Yu noticed something amiss, his face freezing on the spot. His severed wrist had grown back, but the strength of his life force had inexplicably decreased, never to return to its previous peak.

"What did you do to me? Was it a seal?" Ying Yu questioned, his face ashen.

"A dying person needs no knowledge."

The Flying Immortal Master continued his attack, and with the blessing of the Folding Immortal Sword, he forced Ying Yu into dire straits several times.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Amidst the relentless onslaught, Ying Yu was unable to dodge in time, and was grazed by the Immortal-Breaking Sword once or twice. His body was violently torn apart, and his blood and energy were lost, leaving him horrified and his face grim.

Even the Black Bell, which was also a primordial magic weapon, could not withstand the sharpness of that sword. It was struck and emitted a series of metallic vibrations, leaving shallow cracks. Although it did not break, it was still shocking to Ying Yu.

This went on for several days. Ying Yu struggled like a trapped beast, repeatedly struck by swords, and lost all will to fight. He tried to escape, but failed.

This action displeased Jiang Mo, who had been observing from the sidelines, and he directly reduced the range of the void array, compressing the battlefield to a size of a hundred meters in radius.

In such a desperate situation, there was no longer any possibility of escape. The Flying Immortal Master's face was cold as he drew his sword and began to kill, golden blood splattering everywhere. Ying Yu's defeat was inevitable.

A quarter of an hour later, the battle came to an end. Ying Yu had his limbs cut off and lay crippled on the ground. His brow was pierced by the Broken Immortal Sword, which was deeply embedded in the ground. He could no longer move.

The black clock was dim, lying on its side amidst the ruins.

"call......."

The Flying Immortal Master breathed heavily, his eyes numb and his face indifferent. He slowly gripped the hilt of his sword, preparing to deliver the final blow.

"Wait...wait...I..."

Ying Yu seemed to have some last words, speaking haltingly.

"boom!"

The Flying Immortal Master paid no heed, turning the hilt of his sword, and sword energy roared out, devouring the mutilated body.

In the next instant, Ying Yu's physical body and soul were annihilated, and his life was forever silenced.

Chapter 612 The Story of Flying Immortals (Part 1)

With a crisp "bang!", the already disintegrating body shattered into billions of photon dust like glass, and Ying Yu's appearance and soul were completely erased by a pair of invisible hands.

Such ultimate beings cannot be possessed by souls. Each one has placed numerous restrictions in their mind, and unless they themselves are willing, there is no possibility of stealing their memories.

Just now, before Ying Yu was dying, his eyes seemed to have a desire to speak, but unfortunately, the Flying Immortal Master did not give him the chance to leave his last words.

"Whoosh!!"

The great battle ended, the world was shattered, and a gentle breeze blew by. The boundless power of faith dissipated into the air after Ying Yu disintegrated, and compared with its previous intact state, it had decreased by more than a third.

The body of the Flying Immortal Dao Lord's faith has not been destroyed. It now exists in its most basic form, namely, countless points of light.

"Come........"

"Immortal Master said in a low voice, struggling with his exhaustion, and cast the spell again, using his left hand as a guide to cause billions of faiths in the void to tremble."

"Buzz!"

In an instant, those points of light seemed to come alive, bursting with new vitality and overflowing with rich life force. Like a river flowing against the current, they surged towards the Flying Immortal Master's left hand, seeped through his skin, entered his body, and then moved to the divine halo on his back.

"This...it's a success?"

The Evil Spirit Ancestor's eyes were filled with disbelief. He never expected that after such a fierce battle, the Flying Immortal Faith Body would still be intact. Its toughness was comparable to most innate magic weapons.

"should be......"

Jiang Mo nodded slightly, a hint of curiosity rising in his heart. As far as he knew, the faith bodies of the Flying Immortal Sect usually had the same memories of their previous lives as the original owner. In this way, once the Flying Immortal Master completely refined the ancestor's remains, Ying Yu's identity would naturally come to light.

The source of the disease stood still, a thoughtful look in its eyes, and murmured:

"The Dharma body forged by this faith is so powerful. It's a pity I didn't cultivate this path back then. Otherwise, with my countless mutated creatures under my command, I think my achievements would have been quite remarkable."

"The righteous can become gods, the evil can become demons, and faith... has always been a force not to be underestimated."

Jiang Mo sighed, noting that while sects like the Flying Immortal Sect were unique in Tianyuan, they were not uncommon in the Immortal Realm.

"And what about you? You have a good relationship with the Flying Immortal Sect, so you must have also practiced this technique, right? Have you tempered your faith body? And who are the gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas you worship?"

The root cause of the epidemic was intriguingly inquired about.

“No. I don’t believe in others,” Jiang Mo shook his head in denial.

Time flowed by like water, and after about two hours, the remaining billions of rays of faith were absorbed into the body of the Flying Immortal Master and underwent a second refinement and revival.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

Powerful platinum ripples spread outwards from the location of the Flying Immortal Master, resembling a strong, vigorous, and ever-renewing heartbeat.

Soon, a figure, both real and illusory, emerged from the body of the Flying Immortal Master. It was none other than the Flying Immortal Dao Lord, the two intertwined.

Gradually, the figure of the progenitor dissipated, completely merging with the Flying Immortal Master and completing the fusion. Along with this, a tidal wave of memories appeared deep within the Flying Immortal Master's mind.

"......"

A faint, dark golden lotus radiance seemed to be eternally imprinted in the eyes of the Flying Immortal Master, undoubtedly a sign of successful refinement.

From then on, faith became one of his exclusive magical artifacts, which could be transformed into armor to protect his body, or externalized to summon the supreme heroic figure of his ancestor, who had crossed the river of time for more than four thousand years, to descend to the future and protect his disciples.

"call......."

The Flying Immortal Master's breathing stabilized. He exhaled slowly, calming his injuries. Even his previously pale face regained a rosy hue.

"With your help, young friend, the matter is settled."

The Flying Immortal Master smiled, his expression kind, like an elder in a neighbor's house. He bowed slightly to show his deepest gratitude, and then returned the Folding Immortal Sword to Jiang Mo.

"Is there any clue about that person's background?"

Jiang Mo sheathed his natal sword and asked casually.

"Um......."

The Flying Immortal Master revealed a complex expression and slowly revealed a little-known historical secret.

Ying Yu.

The only two disciples accepted by the Flying Immortal Dao Lord in the Immortal Realm. The other disciple, named Zhenqian, was an unknown rogue cultivator during the internal strife and division of the imperial dynasty. Later, because of his good character and aptitude, his pure heart, his daily good deeds, and his help to the suffering and sick refugees, he was appreciated by the Flying Immortal Dao Lord and accepted as a disciple.

Unfortunately, fate was unkind. This disciple had only been following him in training for a very short time, less than a few months, when he was overwhelmed by a horde of warriors during an unexpected rebellion and died on the spot.

By the time the Flying Immortal Daoist arrived, it was too late. His physical body had turned into mud, and his soul had vanished without a trace, leaving no chance of resurrection.

After that, the Flying Immortal Dao Lord's determination to end the chaos became even stronger. His cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds every day. For some unknown reason, he was favored and protected by the Heavenly Will of the Immortal Realm, and his realm rose steadily. He then took up his sword and went south. With an overwhelming offensive, he dismantled the rebel forces, killed the king who wanted to become emperor, and then supported the young emperor to ascend the throne. From then on, he made a name for himself in history.

Decades passed in the blink of an eye, and the Flying Immortal Dao Lord took in another disciple, named Ying Yu, who was entrusted with the dying wish of a friend he knew from the Immortal Realm.

In previous years, the newly arrived Immortal Dao Lord, thanks to the help of that old man, repaired his damaged Dao foundation and restored his combat power to the same level as the native creatures of the Immortal Realm.

Out of gratitude, Daoist Feixian accepted Ying Yu as his disciple. Furthermore, learning from Zhen Qian's previous experience, Daoist Feixian paid special attention to Ying Yu, cherishing him as if he were his own flesh and blood.

Over the course of a century, he imparted all sorts of secret techniques and supernatural abilities to the young man without reservation. The young man lived up to the expectations of the Flying Immortal Dao Lord, becoming the most dazzling new star of the imperial dynasty in that year in just a century.

If he were willing, and if the Immortal Daoist Lord nodded, according to the imperial succession ceremony, he would have a higher right to inherit the throne than the eldest son of the Martial Emperor at that time.

He is almost certain to become the next Emperor Wu of the dynasty; there is no doubt about it.

It is no exaggeration to say that among the seven disciples that Daoist Feixian took in during his lifetime, two were from the Immortal Realm and five were from the Heavenly Abyss. Among them, Ying Yu, who was the youngest in terms of seniority, had the strongest talent and the most tenacious will, to the point that he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.