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

"Ten thousand years ago, two giants fell one after another."

"Ninety thousand years ago, the last remaining dominant giant tried to struggle in its death throes, but it was targeted not only by the Dao lineages of the four domains, but also by some local forbidden zones. Thus, it was destroyed under the siege of everyone."

After learning all the reasons, Jiang Mo asserted: "Therefore, this Xuan Tian Coffin requires the capture of a being at the peak of the Supreme Dao Lord level to activate and extend its life?"

"Correct."

"The more the first time, the better, with a minimum of two. As for how many years it can extend lifespan, that depends entirely on luck."

"However, with each subsequent life extension, the effect will weaken until there is no more life extension left."

The Crimson Lotus Mountain Lord looked at Jiang Mo, his eyes revealing a hint of flattery, and said indifferently:

"The Eighty-Eight-Cornered True Flame Banner is indeed good, but it is ultimately just a tool for killing. It cannot compare to the life-extending ability of the Xuan Tian Coffin. With Your Excellency Xuan Zun's cultivation, enjoying the Immortal Realm for 100,000 years is not a problem at all."

"I wonder if the Venerable Master is satisfied with this generous gift? If you ever reach the summit in the future, please don't forget to help us out of Liyan Mountain."

"!!!"

He was stunned by the sight of the source of the epidemic, and secretly regretted it immensely, thinking, "I deserve to die!"

Why did you speak like that? What's with the pretense of generosity? If it gets the Xuan Tian Coffin, it can live for at least 60,000 or 70,000 years, or even longer.

Jiang Mo observed the Red Lotus Mountain Lord's goodwill and the restless, regretful, and itching attitude of the Root Plague. He said thoughtfully:

"To prolong life...?"

"It's truly shameful to think that after cultivating for thousands of years, I've ended up living like any other mortal, subject to birth, aging, sickness, and death, relying on external things to survive."

“This is not what I want.”

Jiang Mo slowly shook his head, indicating his refusal. "My life is limited. If I cannot break through the bottleneck when I reach the end, then I will consider it a perfect end and will no longer need to rely on external things."

"Mystic Venerable, are you really going to refuse? That's a lifespan of 100,000 years! If it were you, it might be even more!"

The Lord of Crimson Lotus Mountain was deeply moved, and a sense of resentment rose in his heart. He had his own plans. If Jiang Mo were to live for another 100,000 years, he would surely rule the Immortal Realm in the future, and Li Yan Mountain, as a key minister who followed the emperor, would surely receive unimaginable rich rewards.

At least, as long as Jiang Mo is alive, out of consideration for past friendships, Li Yan Mountain will not be destroyed by any external force.

“My mind is made up, so I thank the mountain lord for the gift. But compared to this useless coffin, I have another request. I hope the mountain lord will lend me the thirty-six sacred fires that protect the mountain to temper my physical body.”

Jiang Mo quickly declined the offer of the Xuan Tian Coffin and then made a new request.

"That's it?"

"Then what we agreed on before..."

Jiang Mo saw through the other party's concerns and said firmly:

"constant."

"Alright! I agree, Your Excellency Xuanzun!"

Although he did not lose the Xuan Tian Coffin, which was of equal importance to the innate magic artifact, the Lord of Crimson Lotus Mountain could not be happy and could only force a smile.

"Wait! He doesn't want it, but I do!"

"The root cause of the epidemic," he interjected.

"Kakakaka!!"

However, the Lord of Crimson Lotus Mountain ignored it and simply waved his hand to conceal that space, and the Xuan Tian Coffin returned to the secret chamber.

“Fellow Daoist, it is best to entrust such evil objects to our clan for safekeeping. If they are misused and cause widespread suffering, both our clan and you may incur divine punishment and meet a tragic end. It is better to leave them behind.”

The Lord of Crimson Lotus Mountain was clearly unwilling to hand over this sacred object to the Root Plague. From the previous conversation, it also sensed that the Mysterious Venerable seemed unwilling to let the Ancient Emperor obtain this artifact.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have left it unmentioned, even if it was just a matter of asking.

Ultimately, Jiang Mo didn't want to get involved in the cause and effect of this.

"Since you are unwilling, I will not force you."

The source of the disease smiled helplessly, feeling only regret. However, it still had a long lifespan and plenty of opportunities to find other secrets to prolong life.

Soon after, the three left the cave.

The Lord of Crimson Lotus Mountain took Jiang Mo to a place of cultivation in the mountains, where he summoned the Thirty-Six Sacred Flames to temper his physical body.

Chapter 657 The Immortal King Arrives

The process of being tempered by the Thirty-Six Sacred Flames was not long. Jiang Mo stayed deep in the Fire Cloud Valley of Liyan Mountain, and completed the physical baptism in just three days.

His physical body was repeatedly shattered and reassembled by the Thirty-Six Sacred Flames, further strengthening him. During this time, he also used his true magic to maintain a delicate balance between the two.

Tempering the body with fire is certainly possible, but it needs to be controlled to a perfect degree. Too much of a good thing can be bad. Once the source is burned through, what you get is not an increase, but a sharp drop in strength.

Because he needed to concentrate fully on his cultivation to deal with the attacks from the Sub-Immortal Clan and the Immortal Clan, Jiang Mo specifically instructed Chi Lian to guard outside Fire Cloud Valley to protect him.

And so, the sun rose and the moon set, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Mo emerged from the valley once more, still dressed in black robes and with white hair. His face was stern, like a divine being sculpted from a supreme immortal stone, radiating a faint light that was neither dazzling nor colorful, yet gave people an impression of being impeccable.

"Congratulations fellow Taoist!"

"congratulations!"

The source of the plague outside the valley, and the Lord of Crimson Lotus Mountain, all had their eyes light up when they saw Jiang Mo walking towards them.

The human's aura was almost the same as, or even on par with, its previous demonic state.

"Mountain Lord, this cultivation is largely thanks to the sacred fire here, which has helped my physical body to reach a higher level of perfection."

Jiang Mo spoke softly, his eyes deep and calm. He felt a surge of power within him, almost overflowing, and felt very pleased.

Since hunting ancient kings and rulers and constantly devouring the bloodlines of powerful demons, the strength of his second true form has far surpassed that of his original body. As a result, in many battles against other ultimate beings, he needs to enter the second stage to secure a victory.

But now, his original body, tempered by the Thirty-Six Sacred Flames, is comparable to his demonized second true form. In other words, he now has two lives of equal combat power, making his combat endurance even stronger.

Upon hearing this, the Lord of Crimson Lotus Mountain was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said:

"It's nothing to mention. It's just that Your Excellency Xuanzun has the ability. What my clan did was nothing more than a small favor."

Anyway, thank you all.

Jiang Mo tilted his head back, gazing at the sky painted gold by the sunset, and pondered:

"When will they come?"

"It will be in five days," the Lord of Crimson Lotus Mountain reported truthfully.

"it is good."

"Then we'll wait for Him for five days."

A barely perceptible glint of anticipation flashed in Jiang Mo's eyes. He really wanted to see the power of the so-called immortal beings. What level would they be? An Immortal King, or an Immortal Emperor?

Thinking of this, his smile became even more intriguing.

Subsequently, the Lord of Crimson Lotus Mountain arranged a palace for Jiang Mo to live in, and during this time he also led several young geniuses from the clan to come and recommend him as a disciple.

Two women and one man.

They were all manifestations of innate strange fires, descendants of the Myriad Seas Ice Fire, the White Bone Spirit Fire, and the Southern Bright True Fire, respectively, but Jiang Mo politely declined them.

"I have no intention of taking on disciples at the moment, nor can I take on the fate of others. However, if you have any confusion in your cultivation or any parts of your magic that you cannot understand, you can tell me in detail, and I will try my best to discuss them with you."

"Thank you, Venerable Xuanzun!"

Jiang Mo's statement deeply moved the three prodigies of their clan, and they each took turns asking him questions for a day.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. In the dead of night, after all the strange fire creatures had left, Jiang Mo suddenly sensed something and took out a bright white jade tablet from his bosom. The tablet was imprinted with the seal of the Beast Taming Qingcang Sect, which was left by the old man who had discussed the ownership of Jianzhou with him some time ago.

At this moment, the jade pendant emitted a faint light, like the pulse of life, a sign that there was a message. The holder needed to activate it to hear it.

"Buzz!"

Jiang Mo infused a wisp of true qi into the sound, and soon, an old yet familiar voice rang out.

"It has been many days since we last met. This old man has come to pay his respects to the Venerable Master."

"Our sect will be inspected by various factions again in half a month. The ceremony is quite lively. I wonder if the Venerable Master would be so inclined to come and sit down?"

"Our sect leader is very interested in you and hopes to meet you so that we can discuss some topics that interest you."

With just a few words, the old man abruptly stopped speaking. His words were impeccable, yet seemed to contain a hidden meaning.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mo couldn't help but smile and immediately replied:

"Very well, I will definitely visit your sect in half a month. I hope you will treat me well, senior."

"Buzz!"

The jade tablet vibrated slightly, recording the fluctuations of the sound. Like ripples, light spread out and disappeared in an instant, transmitting the intended meaning to the other end.

"Yes, Venerable Xuanzun is always welcome..."

After a few breaths, the old man's voice rang out again from the jade tablet, and the conversation ended.

Jiang Mo sat cross-legged deep within the palace, put away the jade token, glanced at the bright moonlight outside the palace, felt the gentle breeze between heaven and earth, relaxed his mind, and put himself in a perfect state.

.......

Two days later, the time agreed upon by the Immortal Clan, the Immortal Clan, and the Flame Mountain arrived, but the meeting place was not inside the mountain. The Immortal Clan and the Immortal Clan changed their minds at the last minute and chose to meet in a desert 1.2 million miles away from the Flame Mountain.

Jiang Mo and the source of the plague accompanied them, having made prior arrangements to disguise themselves as flame beings, posing as two elders of Li Yan Mountain. In addition, three deputy mountain lords, including Chi Lian, also came along, making a total of six people.

As dusk fell, six figures stood on the barren desert bathed in the blood-red glow of the setting sun. The bleak autumn wind howled incessantly. Looking around, there was not a trace of green vegetation to be found, only the skeletons of various enormous monsters, the parched and cracked earth, and withered and broken ancient trees.

"Such a big ego?"

The source of the plague, which had been awaited for over an hour, was met with great dissatisfaction from the Sub-Immortal Clan and the Immortal Clan.

"Mountain Lord, aren't they coming yet?"

A deputy mountain lord inquired, revealing that its transformed form was a rugged, thick-bearded tough man, his brows furrowed, suppressing a bellyful of anger.

"almost."

"Once you're here... you don't have to leave."

The Lord of Crimson Lotus Mountain spoke in a low voice, a cold glint in his eyes. Given the inevitable conflict, he had no intention of letting those immortal beings return alive.

And so, the group waited for another quarter of an hour. As dusk was about to be shrouded in night, a strange phenomenon finally appeared at the edge of the vast desert.

"Crash!!!"

"Crash!!!"

"Hoohoohoo!!"

"Boom!! Boom!!!"

In an instant, a chilling cold spread to every corner of the world, and the sound of waves crashing rose and fell, as if an endless and vast sea had truly descended upon this place.

No.

It's less of a "seem" and more of a "yes"!

The raging ocean surged forth in an instant, engulfing the entire desert. The dark, towering tsunami, tens of thousands of feet high, resembled a giant, coiled black dragon.

The fierce wind tore through the void like a knife, leaving behind countless visible white marks.

"Oh? You came by sea..."

A dozen slender figures appeared in front of Jiang Mo's vision, riding the waves. The sea beneath their feet seemed to be an anomaly caused by the travels of a supreme Dao Lord.

"Ha, putting on airs."

The source of the plague scoffed, finding it somewhat absurd. While the sight of the vast sea sweeping across the desert was indeed awe-inspiring, it meant nothing to creatures of their level.

When it uttered these words, it did not transmit them through divine thought, but spoke them aloud with its mouth. Its normal-sized voice was drowned out by the roaring waves, yet it was still heard by the envoys of the Immortal Clan and the Sub-Immortal Clan.

When the ocean submerged the desert and the wind and waves gradually calmed down, the sixteen powerful beings from the Immortal Clan and the Sub-Immortal Clan finally revealed their true forms. They were all Supreme Dao Lords, with the weakest being at the mid-stage, most at the late-stage, and a few at the peak.

"We've finally met, Lord Crimson Lotus."

"I, the Immortal King Taiyan, have come to discuss matters concerning our two clans on the orders of the Immortal Emperor. Those who have accompanied me are all elders of my clan, here to witness this historic and momentous occasion."

The man standing in the middle of the group of sixteen envoys introduced himself.

He wore a robe that flowed with divine light, his brows were sharp, and his every word and gesture exuded the majesty of a superior. Behind him was a magnificent divine halo, which condensed six distinct laws. Each law was adorned with one or two infinitely miniature versions of ancient life stars, like precious gems.

At first glance, there are nine ancient life stars hanging on his Law Ring, emitting starlight. The Law Ring, which looks like silk, faintly resembles a galaxy.

This is a very powerful Celestial King.