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

"Boom!"

As Jiang Mo's gaze sharpened, all the remnants of lightning vanished into thin air wherever he passed, and the road began to disappear from behind.

Jiang Mo stepped out of the end and descended into the Immortal Realm. What came into view was a city of unimaginable size, with dense buildings and a prosperous population.

We've arrived at Feixian County and Feixian Dao City!

As expected, Jiang Mo did his best to protect the creatures of his homeland and successfully arrived in the Immortal Realm.

"Buzz!"

The next second, Jiang Mo opened the gates of Heaven, and everyone was released.

The Flying Immortal Master had been waiting for a long time. Upon spotting his master in the crowd, he couldn't help but shout out:

"Senior Uncle! You've finally arrived!"

"They've arrived...they've arrived...Thanks to young friend Jiang, I'm fortunate enough to set foot on this celestial land. It truly is the abode of immortals and gods."

Xianhua couldn't help but sigh, stroking his beard and laughing heartily.

The other ascendants who accompanied them all looked at the magnificent city ahead with astonished eyes, their emotions running high. This was the Immortal Realm!

Chapter 653: Lord Liyan Mountain

On the same day, Jiang Mo arranged accommodations and subsequent territories for the ascended beings. As he had originally envisioned, the human race went to Liuyun County of the Imperial Dynasty, while the remaining alien races and the Dragon Civilization were all arranged in Cangfu County and the three major sword states of Caged Sparrow, Floating Light, and Immortal Palace.

The ten disciples of the San Yi Sect, including the Dharma Protector Will, continued their cultivation in the Flying Immortal City.

Soon, a day passed, and Jiang Mo, along with many ascendants, personally went to their fiefdoms, instructing them to settle down there and cultivate diligently. He also allocated all the resources originally provided by the various Dao lineages to them, hoping to help them adapt to the Immortal Realm more quickly.

In addition, Jiang Mo erected magnificent statues in the two major prefectures and three major sword states. The statues were his true appearance, as if he were there in person, and were called "Prayer for Peace and Profound Image".

Because of the weakness of the Ascended, they are unable to suppress the threat from the various local lineages, and may even be devoured by them. Although the latter has repeatedly promised Jiang Mo that he will abide by the agreement and will never rely on his strong cultivation to indirectly control the power of the Ascended, especially the Blood Demon Clan, the Evil Spirit Clan, and the Dragon Clan.

But a promise is a promise, and Jiang Mo still needed to leave some means behind, namely the so-called Prayer for Peace Statue. As long as one prays to the statue and speaks of injustice, he can sense it and instantly descend upon that area to make a judgment.

Even in areas inhabited by powerful forces like the Dragonman civilization, stone statues still stand. Although they possess technological and strategic weapons comparable to those of supreme Dao Lords, the Dragonman race is still too fragile and unable to resist external enemies. Therefore, Jiang Mo took special care to leave behind the most stone statues.

After a few days of busy work, Jiang Mo returned to Feixian County under the cover of night and went back to his palace.

"Young friend..."

"Young friend..."

Inside the hall sat one aged figure after another, including prisoners who had followed the original imperial dynasty and the five rulers of the Tianyuan Starry Sky Ancient Road. There was a considerable gap in strength between the two sides, with the ancient powerhouses from the ancient road clearly having the upper hand, and the ancient sword grass ranking first among Jiang Mo's many followers.

The evil spirit ancestor, Zhulong, repeatedly sized up the kind-faced, unremarkable old man in his seat. The more he looked, the more terrified he became, and everyone was trying to guess his true identity.

Soon, Jiang Mo took his seat and began a banquet with everyone, introducing each other's identities.

During this time, Yao Wang, Yue Min, Yue Li, and Wei Er sat in the positions closest to Jiang Mo, followed by the Evil Spirit Ancestor, Zhu Long, then the prisoners of the Imperial Dynasty, and the five ancient rulers.

When everyone heard that the five newly ascended elders were ancestral-level powerhouses from various races during the ancient Tianyuan era, they were all astonished and completely convinced.

In particular, the Primordial Sword Grass, which has the title of "Emperor" and a cultivation level close to the late stage of the Supreme Dao Lord, possesses one of the best killing power in its class due to its special bloodline.

The other ancient rulers were no weaker. As their blood energy recovered, they became stronger and stronger, and their combat power showed a tendency to return to its peak, approaching the combat power of the mid-stage Supreme Dao Lord.

The banquet continued, and Jiang Mo took out a map and assigned fiefdoms to all his followers present.

"Thank you, my lord!"

"Thank you, my lord!"

Those prisoners at the seventh and eighth palace levels all bowed down in worship.

"Thank you, young friend!"

"Thank you, young friend!"

Everyone expressed their gratitude, even the demon kings he knew best. For a moment, everyone bowed their heads.

"Enough with the formalities. From now on, you all need to manage your respective fiefdoms well."

"Yes! We will obey the decree!"

Two hours later, the banquet ended, and the guests departed, preparing to head to their fiefdom the next day. Jiang Mo had already prepared a suitable void array for them in advance.

In the end, only Will, the weakest in cultivation, did not receive any fiefdom. This weathered, rough-faced blond man did not complain at all. After all, the important figures present were far beyond his reach, and the gap between them was like that between a firefly and the bright moon.

“Come, let me take you to meet one of my allies.”

With a thought, Jiang Mo tore open the void, and a passage instantly appeared. He then stepped into it.

"Sect Leader, who are you referring to as an ally...?"

Will was very puzzled and followed closely behind.

"The source of all calamities in the Immortal Realm, the creator of all plagues, the Ancient Emperor of Myriad Calamities."

As Jiang Mo spoke casually, he stepped out of the void passage and was greeted by Youyu County, a land transformed into a rotten kingdom, a place shrouded in darkness and darkness. It was one of the territories occupied by the root of the plague.

"Ancient Emperor? What do we want to see Him for?"

Will was extremely shocked. From the previous banquet, he learned that whether it was Tianyuan or the Immortal Realm, any being with the title of 'Emperor' was a cultivation giant who was terrifying beyond measure.

"I'll introduce you to it, but with your qualifications, you're far from qualified to be its disciple. I hope it can do me a favor and teach you a few techniques and supernatural abilities, that would be great."

During the conversation, Jiang Mo waved his hand, and the two of them turned into afterimages, instantly traversing thousands of miles and arriving directly in front of the palace of the source of the plague.

Jiang Mo made no attempt to conceal his presence. He was speaking with a creature dressed in a crimson robe, seemingly forged from flames, while receiving guests in the hall. They appeared to be plotting something.

Suddenly, its pupils contracted, and an undisguised look of joy appeared on its face as it addressed the crimson-robed creature before it:

"coming!"

The person I'm talking about is right at the door!

The next instant, the source of the plague rose up, its afterimage vanished, and appeared without warning at the entrance of the main hall to greet Jiang Mo.

"It's been a long time, my young friend. How have you been?"

"Fortunately."

Jiang Mo glanced briefly at the source of the plague and introduced it with a faint smile:

"This man is my former subordinate, the Guardian Will. He is an extraordinary individual who cultivates and collects various germs. He is new to the Immortal Realm and his vision and strength are not up to par. However, I have a good friendship with him and have come here to visit you. I hope that the Ancient Emperor can give him some guidance."

"Ancient Emperor! Ancient my foot! Stop teasing me. How dare I call myself an emperor in front of you? Your plans are easy to discuss. Come, let's go into the palace for a chat."

Having said that, the source of the plague separated into a clone to receive Will, and said in an unquestionable tone:

"From now on, this clone of mine will guide your cultivation and provide you with all the resources you need. It will take ten years. How far you can grow depends entirely on your own comprehension and perseverance."

"Yes, thank you senior!"

Will clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully.

He didn't agree immediately, but instead cast a questioning look at Jiang Mo, wanting to know his sect leader's opinion.

"Vell, from now on you will follow its guidance in your cultivation. If you encounter any difficulties, please let me know."

At this point, Jiang Mo solemnly reminded everyone about the root cause of the epidemic:

“Old man, my protector came here to cultivate. I hope that before he came, he was a person, and when he returned, he was a complete person. Don’t lead him into a deformed monster.”

"Okay, okay, okay! Don't you trust me to do things?!"

"Everything is fine! Come on, let's go inside and talk."

He made a solemn promise regarding the source of the epidemic, and immediately invited Jiang Mo into the palace.

.......

Inside the hall, the red-robed being, upon seeing the recently renowned Demon Lord of the Eastern Wilderness, cautiously rose, bowed slightly, and greeted him with reverence.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Xuanzun. I am Chilian, the master of Liyan Mountain."

"Oh? A guest from the Western Holy Land!"

Jiang Mo returned the greeting. He was well-versed in ancient texts and had extensive knowledge, so he naturally knew of the existence of Li Yan Mountain, one of the dominant forces in the Western Sacred Land. It was a massive force, and the powerful beings within the mountain were all special life forms evolved from the strange flames that existed between heaven and earth, possessing extremely high intelligence and strength.

"Come! Sit down."

The root of the epidemic sits in the main position, with Jiang Mo and Chi Lian on the left and right.

"I was just thinking of going to find you, but I didn't expect you to come here."

"What's the matter?"

Jiang Mo lowered his eyes, feeling a little curious, and guessed in his heart that it was probably related to the mountain lord of Li Yan Mountain.

"The Sub-Immortal Clan wishes to return Flame Mountain to their submission. To this end, they will release three primordial flames and return them to Fellow Daoist Crimson Lotus."

"Ok?"

"They've come to you too?"

Jiang Mo looked at the mysterious creature clad in a crimson robe, whose voice slowly emanated from beneath the mask:

"Yes, but in the distant past, we were merely slaves of the Immortal Clan and the Sub-Immortal Clan, and could not be considered any important help."

"Now that we've reached this era, we naturally have no desire to submit to them, so we've come here specifically to seek the help of the ancient emperor."

Chi Lian recounted the past history. In the era when chaos first opened and all things rose, these strange flames, born from the miracles of creation, had no race and were scattered outside. They were hunted by the immortals, and tens of thousands of flames were captured by the immortals.

They were either used for refining weapons and pills, or to assist the immortals in their cultivation. For them, it was a period of decline, with almost no chance of recovery.

Until the war between the stars broke out, a large number of powerful beings poured into the Immortal Realm, dismantling the rule of the Immortal Clan. Their trapped strange flames all took this opportunity to escape and regain their freedom.

Later, the beings of different flames realized that they could no longer survive alone and needed to band together to deal with the hunting of other races in order to take root in the Immortal Realm and protect themselves. So, the first six different flames that reached the ultimate level created Mount Liyan.

The six different flames are: Nine Heavens Separation Flame, Southern Bright True Flame, Nine Nether Ghost Flame, Myriad Seas Ice Flame, Sun God Flame, and White Bone Spirit Flame.

After that, they developed and expanded Liyan Mountain, and continued to attract different flames from all over the Immortal Realm to join them, gradually becoming a new race, the Fire Clan.

In later generations, the mountain lord of Liyan Mountain was inherited by the strongest strange fire of all time. The only test was that one could withstand the burning of the six original strange fires at the same time without being destroyed or disintegrated, and only then would one be qualified to become the mountain lord.

Besides the mountain lord, there are fifteen deputy mountain lords, most of whom are capable of withstanding the burning of several kinds of flames, but they are significantly different from the mountain lord's requirement of six different flames.

"What is the primordial fire? Forgive my ignorance, I have never heard of it. I hope you can enlighten me, fellow Daoist."

Jiang Mo humbly sought guidance from the Lord of Red Lotus Mountain.

"It is called the primordial fire, but it is not actually a flame. It is just the purest power of a strange fire."

The Lord of Crimson Lotus Mountain gave a wry smile, tinged with helplessness, and said:

"Although we abhor the oppression of the Immortal Clan, we must admit that their foundation and abilities are terrifying. The so-called primordial fire is equivalent to the impurities of our ancestors. Their purest power was plundered and intertwined under the influence of the Immortal Clan's secret techniques, giving birth to the 'Flame of Creation'."

"This energy can assist immortals in their cultivation, allowing them to generate the most suitable flame for themselves and further control it. Alternatively, it can forcibly insert this primordial flame, the flame of creation, into the bodies of us strange flames, guiding us to evolve in a direction beneficial to them..."

"Back then, the Immortal Clan enslaved all the fires in the world, condensing a great deal of primordial fire. After so many years, it has probably been almost completely depleted."

"And we are no longer as easily bullied as before when we left Yanshan."

At this point, Chi Lian's tone suddenly turned cold and impatient, and she said:

"They want to win me over with the primordial fire. I will not only accept this power, but I will also oppose them. So I have set my sights on a few people in the Eastern Wilderness: the Ancient Emperor, the Mystic Venerable, and the Sunset Demon Emperor."

"However, I have heard that you two have a grudge against the Demon Emperor, so I came to talk to you first. If things go smoothly, then it is fine to not see the Demon Emperor."

"I believe that with the methods of the Ancient Emperor and the Mystic Venerable, they will definitely be able to help me tear off a piece of bloody fat from the hands of the Asura Clan."

Now that Jiang Mo knew the whole story, he frowned slightly and began to carefully inquire about the root cause of the plague:

"You've decided to get involved?"

"Correct."

"Fellow Daoist Chilian promised to give me a Primordial Magic Artifact after I succeed. How could I refuse such a good opportunity?"

He laughed heartily and spoke frankly about the root cause of the epidemic.

"This is also how much I value Xuanzun. The Origin Fire is too important to us to part with. However, if Xuanzun is interested in any other treasures in the mountain, please feel free to take them. We also have some treasures that are no less than innate magic artifacts. If you like them, you can take them!"

Chi Lian seized the opportunity to win over Jiang Mo, attempting to get him involved in the conflict.

"I'm afraid I might have the life to collect it, but not the life to use it..."

A faint smile appeared on Jiang Mo's lips as he glanced at the source of the epidemic and asked:

"Aren't you afraid the Asura Clan will cause you trouble?"

"Afraid."