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

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Deep in the northern border of the Daye Dynasty, on a desolate plateau, Jiang Mo was covered in blood, his breath fluctuating. After such a brutal battle, he was also severely exhausted and almost killed by the masters of the three forbidden zones.

"call....."

He slowed his breathing, holding a struggling head in his hand—it was Huang's severed head. In the final battle, he had severed the creature's head with his sword, but it still managed to escape.

"Buzz!"

Jiang Mo gripped the head of the alien overlord tightly with his five fingers. The blood energy contained within was incredibly rich, and he continuously extracted and refined it to replenish the blood energy lost in the battle and to continuously heal his injuries.

Gradually, a faint color returned to Jiang Mo's face.

"Wow!"

He opened the Kingdom of Heaven, and the Root of Plague, the Flying Immortal Master, the Candle Dragon, the Evil Spirit Ancestor, and the Silver-Scaled Sword-Toothed Flood Dragon all appeared.

They all stared at Jiang Mo with utter shock, seemingly never expecting him to be so ferocious, crushing a forbidden zone of life with a devastating blow, even destroying it. As for the owner of the forbidden zone, he was forced to flee in a sorry state.

"Wan'e, help me research this. Their bloodlines... have evolved into corresponding diseases..."

"Next time... we can't let them get away again..."

Jiang Mo said with a hint of regret, "In this battle, I really gave it my all, using the seven innate magical artifacts and the Star Destroyer."

Despite this, they still couldn't kill the three lords of the forbidden zones. Their strength and combat experience were truly unfathomable, leaving them no chance for a decisive victory.

"Alright, I'll remember this grudge. They won't be able to cause trouble for long."

The source of the disease caught the head that Jiang Mo threw to him.

Its eyes gleamed with a chilling glint, and it was determined that one day it would annihilate these three beasts who had nearly ruined its grand plan, and suppress them for eternity in the netherworld, never to rise again.

Chapter 625 Harvesting Faith

"In the coming days, I need to focus on recuperation. If you wish to venture out into the world, keep a low profile and avoid causing trouble. This world... has changed."

Jiang Mo solemnly advised everyone not to act ostentatiously while he was still recovering from his injuries, and that it would be best for him to remain hidden.

"Change? Young friend, what do you mean?"

The evil spirit ancestor's eyes flashed, puzzled.

"Many supreme Dao Lords and Nine Palaces Sovereigns from other major regions of the Immortal Realm have personally visited the Eastern Wilderness."

“In the past, there were three major powers and those ancient clans stationed here, and they dared not attack without authorization.”

"Cough cough..."

As Jiang Mo spoke, he coughed up blood, his chest rising and falling slowly. After a moment of relief, he continued:

"Now that the three major powers have been wiped out and the ancient clans have retreated, the Eastern Wilderness has become a no-man's land. Those powers will inevitably move in. In my current state, if a conflict breaks out with them, I may not be able to escape unscathed."

"Furthermore, I have a vague feeling that the Sunset Demon Emperor of the demon race is still in this world, and hasn't fled to the starry sky with his race. He will come looking for us sooner or later..."

After pondering the root of the disease, he said, "Don't worry, leave everything to me until you recover. I will protect you until you are fully healed."

It is a company that always keeps its word, and it is certainly confident in doing so.

Since absorbing the undying remnant soul characteristics of the Evil Soul Sea, it has become completely whole, its cultivation has reached a new level, and it has refined three great spiritual treasures. Throughout the world, apart from the giants of the forbidden zones, the true world king of the Ji clan, and the strongest beings of other great domains, all other billions of living beings are helpless against it.

Even if a giant or a powerful being wants to hunt it, it can leave with ease.

"good....."

Having received its promise, Jiang Mo smiled faintly and didn't take it to heart.

"This place isn't far from Feixian County, young friend, why don't we set up camp there?"

Suddenly, the Flying Immortal Master suggested, "At our current position, no amount of concealment will be of any use to those ultimate beings. As long as they pay attention, it's only a matter of time before they discover us. Rather than passively hiding, we should take the lead in occupying Flying Immortal County and seize our first territory."

"Are you recruiting followers, or are you planning to harvest faith?" Jiang Mo countered.

"Both," the Flying Immortal Master said frankly. "In addition, those city dwellers have worshipped the ancestral master for generations. I feel that when disaster strikes, I cannot stand idly by. At the very least, I must stand up and do something."

"Hmm... okay, let's go there then."

"It's the same everywhere."

Jiang Mo had no objection and agreed with the Flying Immortal Master's statement.

"Boom!!"

The next instant, he raised his hand, and a void portal instantly rose from the ground, revealing a ruined city, ravaged by war, with corpses everywhere, all tragic scenes of the dark creatures' conquest.

Neither cultivators nor mortals were spared.

"......"

Gazing at the strange phenomenon of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, filled with endless resentment, the Flying Immortal Master was the first to enter, followed closely by Jiang Mo and the others.

The entire ancient city stretches for countless miles, and although it is incredibly vast, it is not the core city of Feixian County, but merely an inconspicuous town on the border.

Even so, Jiang Mo's divine sense swept across the area instantly, engulfing all the alleyways and reaching every corner. In an instant, specific and detailed figures appeared in his mind: there were more than 500 million humans.

"Ugh....."

"Unfortunately, I could not stop them from causing such a calamity to befall these believers and their relatives."

The Flying Immortal Master said with a hint of regret that with his cultivation level, he was no match for the dark army, nor could he restrain those fallen Supreme Dao Lords and Nine Palaces Sovereigns. If he were to actively join the battle, he would simply become food.

"You come, or should I?"

Jiang Mo knew that the Flying Immortal Master's next plan was to revive the entire human race in the ancient city, so he asked to make sure that the Master really had the ability to do so.

"Me."

"You're too tired, take a rest."

The Flying Immortal Master patted Jiang Mo on the shoulder, indicating that he could handle it.

Immediately afterwards, he concentrated his mind, activated the supernatural power "Miracle in the Mortal World", and used the massive amount of faith within his body to form a figure standing on a sea of ​​blue lotuses - the Immortal Dao Lord, that ancient powerhouse who could control the power of time and reverse it.

With a "hum!" sound, the Immortal Sovereign, who had devoted all his efforts to creating the Longevity Dao Lord, was at the mid-stage of the Supreme Realm.

He gently picked up a petal from the lotus in his palm and scattered it across the ruins. Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the entire city trembled. The power of time surged and became boundless, emerging from the depths of the void and transforming into a rolling river that washed over the broken ruins.

Wherever it passed, the dried bloodstains instantly came back to life, receding and disappearing like the tide.

The shattered building ruins were rebuilt and restored to a flawless state.

The dead are purified, and their souls return from all corners of the world. No matter how far away, those souls forcibly taken away by the dark army also return at this moment.

In less than ten seconds, countless skeletal remains regenerated flesh and blood, internal organs, and the pulse of life returned, as they shakily rose from the ground.

Those who were resurrected knew that their deaths had not been erased from their memories.

Just as they were confused and panicked, a voice, ancient yet gentle, like that of a savior, resounded throughout every inch of the ancient city.

"I, Ji Lingchuan, the ninth generation master of the Flying Immortal Sect, could not bear to see the common people suffering from the slaughter in the forbidden zone. I happened to pass by this place, and thus pulled you all back to the human world before you fell into the Netherworld."

"From this day forward, this ancient city belongs to the Dao City of the Flying Immortal Sect. It will not suffer any invasion from foreign enemies. I will drive out all powerful enemies for you. I will protect you and ensure your peaceful life. I will keep you from the ravages of war. As long as I am here, you only need to hide behind me."

"I am everywhere. Even if billions of voices surround my ears, you, my every believer, I want to tell you that I am listening. Please give me your strength and faith, so that I may defend everything, including your dignity. Wherever I am, wherever there is the Flying Immortal City, it is holy land!"

The declaration of the Flying Immortal Master was extremely inspiring. Even though his tone was very gentle and calm, it still made many of his subjects' blood boil.

That was the Flying Immortal Sect, which they had believed in for nearly five thousand years.

In a dark and turbulent era, to bring them back to life required an enormous price to pay; it would not be an exaggeration to call it a catastrophic act of karma.

The Flying Immortal Master took a shortcut. Of course, he didn't have the ability to resurrect so many fallen humans and cultivators one by one, so he used the divine power of the Longevity Dao Lord to reverse the timeline of the city, allowing the individual time of each dead person to return to before the disaster. In this way, he could resurrect everyone at the lowest cost.

"Eternal Ascension!!!"

"Flying Immortal Loyalty!!"

Soon, after the Flying Immortal Master announced the news to the entire city, the citizens who understood their situation and the whole story cheered with excitement.

At this moment, their faith in the Flying Immortal Sect, which should have gradually weakened over the long years, was once again ignited fiercely and uncontrollably.

The miracle before our eyes is enough to prove that the ninth generation of the Flying Immortal Master, like their ancestor, was a legendary supreme Dao Lord.

Upon realizing this, the crowd immediately prostrated themselves in worship, and even more human cultivators offered their souls, loyalty, and honor.

Thanks to the many mythical good deeds passed down through generations of the Flying Immortal Daoist, the Flying Immortal Master's announcement went particularly smoothly, and most people in the city chose to believe him.

Similarly, some high-level martial artists and Qi cultivators harbored resentment, vaguely guessing that the Flying Immortal Master had come to harvest their faith.

Of course, you can't harvest all the chives at once.

To those martial artists and qi practitioners, this was merely the beginning of another disaster, and there was no guarantee of safety whatsoever.

They speculated with the worst possible intentions about the Flying Immortal Lord's purpose: to seize the opportunity to build his own power base, further detach Flying Immortal County from the control of the imperial dynasty, and thus amass military power.

Perhaps in the future, Dao Lords who are willing to give anything for power will treat them like livestock, bringing disasters upon them time and again and manifesting their divine power to save them, thereby maximizing the benefits of faith.

Those high-level martial artists and Qi cultivators were not fools. Those who could think of this made their choices. Some risked being killed again and left the ancient city on their own, flying far away. Others submitted to their fate, chose to stay, and even took the initiative to come and pay homage, submitting to the ground.

In less than half an hour, outside the palace where the Flying Immortal Master and Jiang Mo were located, a dense crowd of believers stood, shouting the name of the Flying Immortal Sect, which shook the sky as if it were an overwhelming force.

"Go and take good care of this city."

Jiang Mo gave him a trusting look, and then said nothing more. He trusted the Flying Immortal Master's abilities and character.

Then, Zhao Linyu, a supreme expert in array formations, mustered his courage and asked Jiang Mo for guidance:

“Fellow Daoist, I have been wandering for hundreds of years and have been imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison of the Great Ye Dynasty for over a thousand years. I imagine that my senior brothers, junior brothers, and disciples miss me dearly. They should be waiting for news of me in the sect at this moment. I wonder if I may send a message to the sect?”

“Of course, no need to say more.” Jiang Mo nodded slightly, not making things difficult for the old man. Then, he added:

"I've heard that your sect is the most skilled in array formations in the Immortal Realm. If I have the opportunity someday, I would like to study there and broaden my horizons. Would you be so kind as to introduce me to it?"

"Of course! It's my duty and my greatest honor. As long as you wish, the doors of my sect are always open for you!"

Zhao Linyu said very generously.

Formations are the most difficult to learn among all cultivation styles. When he was solving the formation at the bottom of the sea, he knew that the crowd was watching out of interest. He didn't hide anything; instead, he showed his methods even more thoroughly, not afraid that they would steal his knowledge. This was because without countless times of enlightenment and practice, one cannot know and build the principles of formations.

Now that he has heard that Jiang Mo is interested in formations, Zhao Linyu is very willing to win over such a formidable giant from the forbidden zone for the sect. If the two sides can have a friendly exchange, it will surely be beneficial in every way.

"Alright, then I'll have to trouble you, senior." Jiang Mo bowed and expressed his gratitude.

After the two had finished their conversation, Zhulong, who was present, suddenly spoke up:

"Young friend, the imperial dynasty has already been destroyed and divided up by the forces of the four major domains. Should we wait until you recover from your injuries and then seize all of the imperial dynasty's territory?"

"Um......"

"Rest assured, I will find a fertile land for the people of Tianyuan that is large enough to accommodate everyone. As for the forces of the other four regions, whether they have the strength to come and get a share of the pie is up to them."

Jiang Mo made a statement, gave a few simple instructions, and appointed the Silver-Scaled Saber-Toothed Dragon as the vanguard squad leader, commanding the other followers who had submitted to him from the Imperial Dynasty's Heavenly Prison. He also strictly ordered everyone not to hunt ancient life-bearing stars outside the heavens.

In response, Genyuan's expression flickered, but he didn't say anything and chose to respect Jiang Mo's opinion.

"I can give you the Eastern Wilderness of the Immortal Realm, but I don't want it. So I'll take action against those ancient clans and the local cultivation forces. You have no objection, right?"

"That's your destiny, and since you have a reason to do it, I respect that."

Jiang Mo did not stop it, because the root of the plague, which was formed from the resentment of countless Dao Lords and Sovereigns who died in the hunt of the Immortal Realm, had the greatest obsession with killing the Supreme Dao Lords and Nine Palace Sovereigns of the major ancient clans of the Eastern Wilderness.

"good....."

The day passed quickly. The Evil Spirit Ancestor and the Candle Dragon remained in the ancient city, assisting the Flying Immortal Master in managing various affairs of the city. The Silver Scaled Sword-Toothed Flood Dragon was responsible for patrolling various places and summoning the prisoners back.

The root of the plague disappeared, and the tribe sought revenge against the eight ancient clans. They even ventured deep into a forbidden zone to speak with its master and demand the Devouring Domain Insects. The details of the process are unknown, but they succeeded in the end.

It annihilated all bloodlines, including the Devouring Void Worms, completely erasing this race from the annals of history.

The secret realm of the Three Fiends Crows was also forcefully breached by the Root Plague. It led a group of rotten creatures infected and controlled by the Devouring Void Insects clan, using its supreme spatial abilities to forcibly break through the clan's ancient land barrier, unleashing a bloody storm. In less than an hour, all the Three Fiends Crows, regardless of their cultivation level, became puppets of Wan'e.

In the past, it took the combined strength of six Nine Palaces Sovereigns and three Supreme Dao Lords to suppress the root plague, which was far beyond the power of a single clan to contend with. The demise of the Three Fiends Crows and the Devouring Domain Insects was a foregone conclusion.

Next, the lineage of the ancient trees of immortality was also uprooted by the root disease and completely infected with the disease for decay and control.

This purge lasted for several days. In the end, only the four clans of the Undying Ruins, the Human King Clan, the Fighting Saint Ape, and the Primordial Refining Sun Phoenix proved to be tough nuts to crack.

Some had formed alliances with the dominant forces of other major domains in advance. Wan'e wanted to take action, but was afraid of causing trouble.

Some sought refuge in the Dark Forbidden Zone, but the master of that Dark Forbidden Zone was at odds with Wan'e and showed it no respect whatsoever.

Others possess terrifying inherent strength, and even with Wan'e's cultivation level alone, he wouldn't dare to attack them.

The territories that once belonged to the Void Sword Sect and the Great Ye Dynasty have been occupied by new forces. Their names are the 'Holy Bone Throne' of the Southern Netherworld, the 'Martial Extreme Hall' of the Central Continent, the 'Beast Taming Azure Sky Sect' of the Western Sacred Land, and the 'Sub-Immortal Clan' of the Northern Divine Realm.

In particular, the Sub-Immortals, who are said to be appendages of the Immortals, branches of the Immortals, and the true original inhabitants of the Immortal Realm, possessing the purest Immortal bloodline, have always regarded the beings of the Central Continent, the Netherworld, the Holy Heaven, and the Eastern Wilderness as traitors, extraterrestrial demons, and evil spirits that have seized their habitats.