Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 590: Blood Ancestor of the Styx! The sky is not high, this mountain is the highest (two in one)

This was once the land of the emperor and the dragon, but now it is desolate.

The capital city, once the most prosperous and wealthy place in the world, has now long since turned into ruins.

Fifteen years ago, the Xuantian catastrophe occurred, the end of the Dharma came, the Daqian Empire was no longer there, and this thousand-year-old capital was burned down and turned into scorched earth. The tragedy was even more tragic than the fire that illuminated the capital city that year.

"The fire that ignited the capital only burned down half of the city... Where is the shadow of the past left in the capital today?"

Wan Zongliu looked at the broken walls and ruins and couldn't help but sigh.

"Even so, the capital is still the center of the world." Li Mo said lightly.

The reason is simple, it is because [Xuantian Pavilion] stands here. After the catastrophe, the imperial power disappeared and theocracy was supreme.

Xuantian Pavilion is the deified supreme authority.

That is the only hope for all people in the world and the only way to transcend the human world and enter the fairyland.

"The number of masters at Xuantian Pavilion has decreased, and in fact, it is no longer as strong as before." Wan Zongliu said lightly.

After the advent of the Dharma Ending Age and the Tongtian Sacrifice, the level of spiritual practice in the world has improved greatly, and even people who have achieved enlightenment have emerged one after another, which was unimaginable before.

However, under such circumstances, all the masters of Xuantian Pavilion were killed.

The original owner of Xuantian Pavilion, Bai Jingchan, was seriously injured and imprisoned in the capital, unable to escape.

The Seven Wonders of Xuantian, the Monk King and Tiangang all died in the catastrophe that year.

As for Yuan Sheng and Wu Zong, they also died at the hands of Li Mo not long ago.

The butcher was seriously injured and has not recovered yet, and is almost in seclusion from the world.

"According to this calculation, only the [Master of Arms] and [Shen Ji] are left among the seven great masters of Xuan Tian."

Li Mo sighed softly, when he was still a kid, the Seven Wonders of Xuantian were god-like existences. He didn't expect that time passed, and only fifteen years had passed, and the once powerful men had withered away to this point.

“Emperor Qian and Prince Li Zong followed Lord Jiuyang into the forbidden area of ​​the Divine Sect… The Xuantian Pavilion can now be broken into with a wave of the hand.” Wan Zongliu said lightly.

The feud between Guixu and Xuantian Pavilion has lasted for thousands of years. As the lord of Guixu, Wan Zongliu had never thought that in his generation, he would be able to enter the capital openly and raze Xuantian Pavilion to the ground.

“Times have changed.”

In front of Xuantian Pavilion, Li Mo revisited the old place and couldn't help feeling filled with emotion.

The Xuantian Pavilion today is very different from what it was fifteen years ago. The imperial palace and even the Tianshi Mansion have been moved here.

The Eight Gates of Xuantian of the past have long since disappeared, and the only thing that can be seen is the kneeling statue of Han Qi, the first leader of Lingmen, still standing there.

"The great traitor Han Qi...I haven't seen him in years."

Li Mo's mind flashed back to his past. At that time, he had just entered the sect. [The Great Traitor Han Qi] was a classic play that every disciple of Xuantian Pavilion must watch before entering the sect. Some disciples would even be pulled over to play the role of the traitor.

"In such a huge Xuantian Pavilion, there is not a single person in sight?" Wan Zongliu took a quick look and found it strange.

"As early as when we stepped into the capital, someone had already noticed it..." Li Mo said casually.

"There are still experts in Xuantian Pavilion!"

As he spoke, Li Mo raised his hand, and everything around him slowly faded away like dust, revealing the true scene.

There were ruins everywhere and debris everywhere, and there was no trace of Xuantian Pavilion.

"This is……"

Wan Zongliu's expression changed slightly, and his eyes became unusually sharp.

He didn't expect that with his level of cultivation, he would actually think a false appearance was real! ?
"True and false, false and true... The way of cultivation is to use the false to cultivate the true..."

Li Mo didn't care too much: "Who can say that everything we see in the world we live in is definitely true?"

"Perhaps, it's just another illusion."

"True and false, false and true..."

Li Mo's words were like a wake-up call, causing Wan Zongliu to fall into deep thought. Indeed, if he was still in the illusion now, could he wake up?
A truly strong person, a truly detached person, is one who can see through all illusions.

But who can determine that the reality where they are is not false? ?

"One thought leads to the devil's way... Master Tongtian is worthy of being Master Tongtian!"

At this moment, a mysterious voice came from the depths of the ruins, revealing a hint of solemnity.

"Long time no see."

Li Mo looked over indifferently and waved his hand, and the surrounding scenery changed again.

At this moment, they appeared in an ancient palace, illuminated by flickering candlelight.

"Where is this?" Wan Zongliu asked in a deep voice.

“Xuantian Pavilion, Tianyi Palace…” Li Mo said indifferently: “This used to be the dojo of Shen Ji.”

"The Seven Wonders of Xuantian are mysterious and unpredictable." Wan Zongliu seemed to be thinking about something.

At this time, Li Mo slowly walked to the depths of the hall. In the center stood a jar, made of transparent colored glass, filled with an unknown liquid, bubbling one after another...

A brain was immersed in the tank, floating up and down, as if it was moving, breathing, and beating...

"This is..." Wan Zongliu raised his eyebrows and actually felt the breath of [Hedao Realm] from that strange brain.

“Divine machine…” Li Mo’s eyes sank slightly and he said lightly.

"Shen Ji? He is Shen Ji?" Wan Zongliu said in astonishment.

Even though he was the Lord of Guixu, he had never imagined that the once world-famous Seven Wonders of Xuantian now only had one brain left, and it was a brain with the aura of the Hedao realm.

"Lord of Guixu, you are here too."

A strange wave emanated from the "brain in a vat", revealing a long-lost sigh.

"How did you become like this?" Wan Zongliu asked puzzled.

"This is the power of [Xuantian]..." Li Mo said in a deep voice.

He could sense that this brain was extraordinary and unpredictable. Every breath, thought, and beating frequency seemed to resonate with the heaven and earth. Every flash of spiritual light was like the sun, moon, and stars in the sky, eternal and indestructible. In other words...

"This brain can monitor the world and grasp all the secrets of every place..."

"The reason why Guixu was exposed was because of this brain." Li Mo said lightly.

Guixu has been passed down for thousands of years, hidden at the poles of heaven and earth, and has never emerged in the world. It was exposed this time because of the terrifying calculation and monitoring capabilities of this brain.

"It's really sad that the seven great masters of Xuantian were trained to have only one brain." Wan Zongliu frowned, feeling it was extremely weird.

At this moment, Xuantian Pavilion was like a devil's cave in his eyes.

"Lord of Guixu, your vision is too short-sighted... How do you know that what you see is true?"

A cold laugh came from the brain in the jar: "The world I live in is the supreme and the only immortal world..."

“True and false, this is also a way of spiritual practice. If you cannot transcend it, you will sink into it…” Li Mo raised his hand and interrupted the argument between the two.

"Shen Ji, you still have a long way to go."

"It doesn't matter." The brain in the tank seemed to enjoy it and didn't care.

"Let's go, this is his own way."

Li Mo shook his head and walked out of [Tianyi Palace] with Wan Zongliu. This kind of method, a single thought away, is like a demonic path, and eternal damnation is imminent.

In the new era, this former one of the Seven Wonders of Xuantian chose an unusual path.

As soon as he walked out, the [Tianyi Palace] behind him collapsed, turned into ruins, and sank deep into the earth.

"He is..."

"No matter how time passes, there will always be other wonderful things in the world he created..." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

The state of Hedao transcends the 500-year limit of life and death.

Ten, twenty, thirty, or even thousands of years later, I wonder if someone will discover this brain. Perhaps, that will be a fate, a new story.

"Too much trouble!"

At this moment, Li Mo snapped his fingers, and the huge Xuantian Hall collapsed in an instant. Powerful auras fled in all directions as if they were encountering doomsday.

At the same time, the void in the deepest part of Xuantian Pavilion was finally exposed to Li Mo.

On top of the huge bronze pillar, a figure was imprisoned by heavy chains. His life and nutrients were constantly being extracted and injected into the tripod on the altar next to it.

"Bai Jingchan!?" Wan Zongliu shouted.

The former owner of Xuantian Pavilion was purged because he stood on the wrong side when the Xuantian Dao Seed was born. Now he is at the end of his rope and is about to reach the end of his life.

“After the Xuantian catastrophe, everyone else made great progress and broke through the realm...but he..." Wan Zongliu couldn't help but sigh.

Shen Ji only had a brain left, and he had broken through to the Hedao realm.

On the contrary, masters like Bai Jingchan are tortured day and night, and their spiritual fruits are about to be wiped out.

"The remnants of the old era are destined not to be favored by fate." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

As he spoke, Li Mo pointed out, and the white toad turned into a stream of light and fell into his hand, and turned into a seed.

"Senior, take it back and plant it beside the pond in front of Biyou Palace. It will surely bring good fortune in the future." Li Mo instructed.

On that day, when Xuantian was in great calamity, Bai Jingchan had offered a helping hand, thus concluding a cause and effect and fate.

"Okay!" Wan Zongliu nodded, took the seed, and felt it was extremely strange.

Who could have thought that the Lord of Guixu would one day bury the Master of Xuantian Pavilion with his own hands.

"Come!"

Li Mo hooked his fingers, and the [Spirit Cauldron] on the ancient altar fell into his hands. A whimpering sound arose, as if expressing gratitude.

As a result, of the nine tripods of Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, Li Mo now has six in his hands, namely [Divine Tripod], [Immortal Tripod], [Hidden Tripod], [Cang Tripod], [Emperor Tripod] and [Spiritual Tripod].

"After the Divine Sect, you are the only one who can control the Six Cauldrons." Wan Zongliu sighed.

"not enough!"

Li Mo took a step forward and came to the depths of Xuantian Pavilion, in front of an ancient temple.

This is the Taoist temple of Tianshi Mansion. After being merged into Xuantian Pavilion, it is now located in a remote corner.

At this time, there was still the burning of incense in the ancient temple, and on the altar stood a stone statue of the founder of the Tianshi Mansion.

An old man was hunched over, busy sweeping the floor in front of the altar.

"Uncle Chu." Li Mo called softly.

"You came……"

Uncle Chu put down the broom in his hand, raised his eyelids slightly, and glanced at Li Mo as if he had expected it.

"Uncle Chu seems to have been waiting for me." Li Mo chuckled, left Wan Zongliu, and walked into the ancient temple alone.

"You are the nemesis of Xuantian Daozhong, how could you fall so easily?" Uncle Chu shook his head.

"I know you'll come here one day!"

"Uncle Chu, you are worthy of being the master of the [Destiny Cauldron]." Li Mo looked at Uncle Chu meaningfully.

"Destiny Cauldron... Everyone has the right to choose their own destiny..." Uncle Chu murmured softly, and suddenly asked: "Did you kill Wang Shendao!?"

Li Mo didn't say anything, just hummed lightly and nodded.

"This is the fate he chose..." Uncle Chu sighed quietly, his expression changing, as if he had aged a lot in an instant.

The death of the last Heavenly Master represented the end of the Heavenly Master lineage.

He was deeply moved and could not help being moved.

"Uncle Chu..."

As soon as Li Mo opened his mouth, Uncle Chu raised his hand to interrupt him.

"I know why you're here..."

As he spoke, Uncle Chu raised his hand, and a tripod emerged from his palm, emitting a transparent and dazzling luster.

"Life Cauldron!"

"Everyone has the right to choose his own destiny..."

Uncle Chu murmured softly, and the brilliant light gradually spread. Li Mo saw that the world inside the [Life Cauldron] was red, and the sea of ​​blood was boiling, giving birth to a terrifying figure.

The figure was sitting cross-legged in the center of the sea of ​​blood, with a twelfth-grade red blood lotus beneath him.

"That's..." Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he actually recognized it. It was a very familiar face.

"Master Ji!?"

"Kill...kill...kill..."

Endless murderous intent emanated from Master Ji's body, and the sea of ​​blood surrendered. Two terrifying magic swords soared into the sky, carrying with them the power of the world-destroying devil and emitting the murderous light of annihilation...

One sword is named [Yuan Tu], and the other sword is named [Abi].

"Why is he here?" Li Mo asked in a deep voice.

"The Xuantian catastrophe changed the fate of everyone. He merged with the blood fetus left by the mosquito and completed the transformation in endless pain and despair..." Uncle Chu said in a deep voice.

After the Xuantian catastrophe, the lineage of King Zhennan was cut off. Those were all Master Ji’s relatives and close friends.

His father was buried in the catastrophe. Master Ji was furious. After fusing with the blood fetus, he found the remains and soul of Ji Yuantu, and actually refined it into a magic sword named [Yuan Tu Sword].

"He is experiencing a tribulation...experiencing different destinies...those are his own choices...you can't help him..." Uncle Chu said in a deep voice.

This is the mystery of the Fate Cauldron, which can correct the bad consequences brought by fate through repeated attempts.

This may also be Master Ji’s greatest opportunity.

At that time, he was no longer the former Master Ji, but...

Blood Ancestor of the Styx!!!
“Fate... is so mysterious.” Li Mo sighed and put the [Fate Cauldron] into his pocket.

At this point, seven of the Nine Cauldrons were obtained.

Next, his target was the [Demon Cauldron], the demon cauldron that fell into the hands of [Yuanwu Zhenjun].

"Do you want to find that skin and find Yuanwu Zhenjun!?"

At this moment, Uncle Chu spoke.

"good."

"You don't have to worry about it... The Life Tripod has already given instructions..."

"That demon fairy is hiding in the land between the two poles of heaven and earth, in the lost sacred mountain..." Uncle Chu stared at Li Mo coldly with dim eyes.

"You mean..."

"The sky is not high, this mountain is the highest... That is the entrance to the forbidden area, the terrifying inheritance of the Wanshiyi Sect... If it were you, you would definitely be able to find it... The name of that mountain is..."

"Luo Fu!!!"

(End of this chapter)