Chapter 466 I Only Believe that Human Desire is God's Will After realizing what Jiang Mo wanted to do, the old man tried to dissuade him immediately. His stressed state was seen by Si Chong, who couldn't help but feel a little . How could a dead friend be snatched out from the long river of time without any cost? If there really came a day when Jiang Mo was sacrificed in exchange for the resurrection of his senior brother Zuo Rutong and his master Miaohui, Si Chong would never agree to it no matter what. "Junior brother, what this senior said is right. No matter how confident you are, human power is ultimately limited. How can you fight against the will of heaven?" As if he couldn't bear it, he decisively extinguished the budding signs of joy. He was very content with everything he had now, which was the best outcome. He did not dare to hope for more, because if he took a step forward, even the slightest mistake, he might drag the entire sect into the abyss. However, in the face of the two's persuasion, Jiang Mo remained unmoved and stuck to his own opinion. "Human desire is God's will. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I have no reason to give up." “If I put all my effort into what my predecessors were able to do, I may be able to do it.” Jiang Mo's eyes were as deep as a pool and his attitude was firm.

In the ancient books he had read recently, there was a record of Gu Zhou Daojun, who was once the best of an era. After reaching the pinnacle of cultivation, he traveled through time and resurrected his past wife, children, and teachers, extending his life by more than a hundred years. Although a heavenly calamity came, he still survived it. Jiang Mo was somewhat modest and did not dare to boast that he was definitely better than that ancient Taoist master. But he has a very clear understanding of his own strength. Based on his current state, he dare not say that he will collapse 7%. In the next ten years, as long as he breaks through the th level of Xuanming, it will be almost a foregone conclusion. "Alas, Xuanzun, times have changed. It's not that I don't trust you, but when the orthodoxy is cut off and the skills are lost, you are trying to find a way to cultivate the ancient cosmic physique on your own. I'm afraid it will delay your practice and waste your time. Please think twice." The Lord of Feixian also knew some ancient rumors. He felt that Jiang Mo was even more powerful than the Taoist Master of Ancient Universe. Precisely because of this, the heavenly punishment he suffered might be even more terrifying. The road might be paved, but the price might not be affordable. As an ally, the old man didn't want to see him die halfway. After all, the world nowadays is becoming more and more chaotic day by day. The crisis of the rampant demon race is one aspect, and there are other secret realms eyeing it covetously, such as Chengtian Dao Sect, Huangquan Underworld, and Wanfa Sect, none of them are simple creatures. Furthermore, various secret realms overseas are also reviving one after another, and there is no guarantee that a large army will come and invade Kyushu one day. In such an era, the Feixian Sect lacks a strong ally and its own safety will be seriously threatened. "Wasting time? It's worth waiting." Jiang Mo smiled with relief. If this was the only price, it would have almost no impact on him who already had heaven. "Old sir, let me be frank. I want to see her. Can this be accomplished?" "." The Fairy Master was silent. He had too many things to consider. He took a deep breath, his eyes restrained, and fell into deep thought without saying a word. Time passed by minute by minute, and after about a few minutes, he spoke again: "If Xuanzun wants something, then I will certainly respond. However, I need to ask Muxian for her opinion on this matter. If she doesn't want to, then let it go. I hope Xuanzun won't blame me." "Okay, thank you for your help, fellow Daoist." Jiang Mo thanked him, his brows relaxed, a gentle look appeared in his eyes, and his expression was more expectant. On the other hand, Si Chong was now feeling uneasy, his face slightly changed. He was really worried that something might go wrong with his junior fellow apprentice's training. He wanted to say something several times but stopped himself, not knowing how to start his advice. "As for the so-called conditions, forget it. You, Xuanzun, have great abilities, and you only owe a favor to the little girl. We, the elders, are not shameless enough to take away her fortune. Let her propose it herself." After saying that, Feixian Yuzhu glanced at the large formation outside the hall and signaled Jiang Mo to open it so as not to affect his magical communication.

"Wow!!" As soon as Jiang Mo thought about it, the formation began. Then, the eyes of the Feixian Master, who was not hindered by the barrier, turned deep blue and mysterious in an instant. He had already crossed two thousand kilometers in the dark and established a spiritual bridge that could not be observed with the naked eye to communicate with the Feixian Dojo in Kyoto. "Xuanhua, Xuanzun summoned your disciple Muxian. He needs her help with something. You can set any conditions. Talk to the girl. If you are willing, come over now." Feixian Yuzhu explained the whole process clearly, and then asked his nephew to pass on the message. "Yes, Uncle Master, please wait a moment, I'll be there soon." At the same time, in the Feixian Dojo in Kyoto, in a magnificent and majestic palace that looked like a heavenly palace, the supreme elder Xuan Hua, who was dressed in purple, gold and jade clothes and had an immortal look, behaved very respectfully after receiving the news, not daring to be negligent. He immediately summoned the disciple who was still reading the sect's basic exercises and asked for her opinion. After a while, the Trinity Sect had an answer, and the Feixian Master explained the situation: "That girl agreed to your request, but the conditions she proposed are too harsh. Even I am surprised. It's a bit too much. Xuanzun, please don't take it to heart." "I can agree to it within my ability." Jiang Mo's expression remained unchanged, he needed to research and replicate the ancient Zhou's physique, and he had a general expectation and bottom line in his mind, as long as it was not excessive, he would be satisfied. "Let her come." As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Mo waved his hand, the void trembled, and a void gate appeared out of thin air. At the same time, a mysterious portal also appeared outside the Feixian Taoist Temple. They corresponded to each other and contained a wormhole, which could make a thousand miles seem like a close distance. "Xuanhua, bring the little girl over here." The Flying Fairy Master gave orders in real time, and the next moment, two figures stepped into the void portal and were teleported to the hall. "Wow——!" The gate of void trembled slightly, and Xuan Hua and Mu Xian appeared one after another. The old man in the lead had white hair and a youthful face, a tall and strong build, three ancient swords hanging on his back, a weathered and heroic temperament, and a face full of weather. Beside him, there was a girl in light green clothes, with bright eyes and white teeth, a face like a lotus washed clean of all makeup, and a tall and slender figure. She seemed a little embarrassed, her light grey pupils as gorgeous as amber, especially when she saw the two masters sitting in the solemn ancient palace, her pupils shrank more obviously, she felt unprecedented nervousness in her heart, her heart was pounding. "Greetings to Uncle Master, and to Xuanzun. My name is Xuanhua, and this is my disciple, Muxian." The supreme elder of Feixian Sect gave a brief introduction. Not only was Muxian nervous, but he also had the same reaction. The strongest Xuanzun in the world who had killed eight masters appeared before his eyes. When the old man looked at him, it was like looking up at an ancient celestial being sitting cross-legged outside the thirty-three heavens. He was extremely shocked. That kind of majesty was breathtaking and as majestic as a mountain. "Greetings to Master, and greetings to Xuanzun." Mu Xian bowed and saluted, her expression moved, but she quickly recovered. However, there were slight ripples in her heart, which were the fluctuations that occurred when a believer and a person of faith met. "." Jiang Mo looked at the girl and had a sense of déjà vu. There was a vague fragment in his memory. It was one of the many believers whose voices he heard when he first came into contact with the power of faith. "Since you are here, there is no need to be polite. Just state your conditions."

Jiang Mo's tone was gentle. He did not trace the girl's past through her memory, but went straight to the point. "." Mu Xian's pupils shrank slightly. She didn't expect the question to come so suddenly, but she did have an extraordinary spirit. She answered fluently in an instant: "I beg you, Xuanzun, to capture an ancient demon king for me to protect me." Ancient demon king refers to old monsters over a thousand years old. Unlike Taotie, which only knows how to eat and has lived for eight hundred years, those old demon kings are overlords who shock the world. They are almost on par with the Lord Emperor, and their strength is almost the same, or even stronger. "can." "This is just a matter of convenience, but let me make it clear to you, if you can't control it, you will have to bear any consequences yourself." Jiang Mo solemnly stated that although he had the means to enslave the Demon King, it was by no means omnipotent. Theoretically, as long as the Demon King was willing to perish together with him, a glance would be enough to kill a low-level cultivator like Mu Xian. There was only a transaction but no friendship between the two of them. Jiang Mo fulfilled her wish but would not care about her life or death. "Yes! I understand, and I am willing to bear all the consequences. Even if I lose my life, become envied by others, or get killed by the demon king, it has nothing to do with you." Mu Xian's voice was clear and distinct. She knew clearly that she had no background and came from a humble family, and that she could not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If she wanted to gain a firm foothold in the Feixian Sect and not be suppressed by her fellow disciples, it would not be enough to rely solely on her master. If I go out to gain experience in the future, I can't trouble my master for everything. Therefore, what she wanted most was an ancient demon king as a protector, to be kept by her side in case of emergency. "Old sir, and her master, I have no objection. Do you agree as well?" Jiang Mo asked the two old men. After all, the Ancient Demon King is too dangerous. If he refuses to be enslaved and chooses to run wild, Mu Xian will surely die. If things go wrong, the Feixian Sect will be flooded with blood, so he reminded him again. "Just let her go. I will make other arrangements to protect her. I'm sorry to trouble you, Xuanzun." The Master of Feixian smiled with satisfaction. He saw the ruthlessness and greed in this young man, and he admired him and was willing to give him a hand. He could also capture the ancient demon king alive and make him a slave, but it would require some price and he was far less efficient than Xuan Zun, so he thanked him. "As a master, I have a limited life span and cannot accompany her for long. It is good to have a demon king protecting her. I would like to thank Xuanzun for this." Xuan Hua hurriedly saluted and pulled Mu Xian along, and the master and disciple bowed deeply. "Within a week, I will deliver the Demon King to you." "Okay, thank you." Muxian felt relieved, smiled brightly, and was full of expectations for the future. "Come here." Jiang Mo waved. Mu Xian walked closer, slowed his breathing, and calmed his nervous mood. He soon relaxed, his eyes full of awe and a pious expression. Jiang Mo stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on the girl's Baihui acupoint on the top of her head. He practiced his true magic and began to sense her body structure. He found many special inscriptions in her body, engraved between her tendons, bones and blood vessels. They seemed to be born with her and contained huge potential. Jiang Mo deconstructed and copied the inscriptions one by one, frowning from time to time as he fell into deep thought. Then he took a few drops of the girl's blood. The whole process was not complicated. At least, before the ancient physique awakened, there was a chance to replicate it. "Okay."

After a long time, Jiang Mo loosened his right hand. He had collected all the information he could. Next, only endless experiments were waiting for him. The girl raised her head, looked at him, and said: "If you still need help from me in the future, I'll come over anytime." "talk later." Jiang Mo smiled but did not comment. He was still nearly 50% confident that he could replicate the ancient Zhou's physique. Although there were some flaws in the acquired imitation, they were still within his acceptable range. The talks between the two sides lasted less than half an hour, and Jiang Mo asked Feixian Yuzhu to take Xuanhua and Muxian away on the pretext of seclusion to make preparations for the war. After sending them away, Si Chong hesitated for a long time and finally spoke: "Hey, Junior Brother, all you're doing may cost you your life, is it worth it?" "Don't worry, I'm sure of it. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?" "Even if I hadn't resurrected Master and Senior Brother Zuo, I would have benefited a lot from coming into contact with the innate Dao fetus of the ancient universe's physique." Jiang Mo was chatting and laughing calmly, showing no fear of the heavenly punishment at all. Because he knew that no matter how powerful the divine punishment was, it was about the same magnitude as the light of annihilation, and he could deal with it. "Brother, I need you to keep this a secret for me for now." "It's good that you just know it. You don't need to tell everyone. I don't want them to hold on to a vague hope and wait for a hundred years in vain. Man proposes, God disposes. When it succeeds, they will come back." Seeing Jiang Mo's determined look, the old man sighed again and again, lowered his eyebrows and warned: "Well, just be careful and do your best." "Ah." At night, in heaven, Jiang Mo was alone in the boundless starry sky. The passage of time here was controlled by him at a ratio of one year to one hour in the outside world. "Boom!" "call out!" Jiang Mo opened a mutton-fat jade bottle, and a drop of Mu Xian's blood flew out and was instantly wrapped by the crystal-white Qi field. As Jiang Mo's mind started to move, a trickle of innate Qi seeped into the blood and began to replicate. “Gurgle!!!” In order to strive for perfection, Jiang Mo concentrated his mind and slowed down the process. The essence and blood suspended in the void became more and more, filled with rich vitality, and gradually a figure fell asleep in it. Time passed silently. Half a month later, the original drop of blood had turned into a blood pool dozens of feet long and wide suspended in the void, with fresh blood swirling in it. Realizing that everything was almost ready, Jiang Mo presented all the inscriptions in his mind. He immediately took action, manipulating a stream of blood to splash, which combined with the innate Qi lingering around him, continuously generating flesh, bones, and internal organs. Soon, after a few days, a body that looked similar to him was created. Jiang Mo used his fingers as a pen, turning Qi into ink, and his fingertips moved and drew in the void. Soon, dense inscriptions were born, like filling the core of a puppet, and continuously entered the body suspended in the air. "Boom!!" Before the replication was completed, Jiang Mo realized that he was going to fail. The surface of the clone was covered with hideous cracks, and it seemed that it could not withstand the power of those innate inscriptions. However, he was not discouraged and continued to try, making a light stroke on the engraved inscription to ease the mutually exclusive reaction between the two forces.

This time it was the clone's body that remained intact, while the inscriptions on his bones, muscles, and internal organs dissipated on their own like dust being brushed away. "." The continuous failures did not dampen Jiang Mo's spirit. He thought again and made adjustments, weakening the power of the spare body and inscriptions, and fusing them together. The third time, there was some success and no more cracks. The fourth time, Jiang Mo mastered the art of carving inscriptions and knew how to retain the most important functions in the simplest form and hide some unnecessary inscriptions. The fifth time, the clone resonated with the inscription, radiating powerful vitality, and eventually lost control and exploded during the cultivation process. The sixth time, continuing the previous approach, failed The seventh time, the power of the inscription could not be integrated into the clone, and it was destroyed in an instant, leaving only ashes. Eighth time, failed In the blink of an eye, three years had passed in the kingdom of heaven. After failing 29 times, Jiang Mo finally developed a complete acquired ancient cosmic physique and was very satisfied with it. At the same time, he also felt a little tired. With the steady improvement of his cultivation, the time that Heaven could accommodate him was getting shorter and shorter. In the past, he could practice for three years without taking a breath, but now it was different. He would experience negative mental feedback. Soon, Jiang Mo peeled off a piece of consciousness and placed it in the brain of Gu Zhou's clone's body for resonance and refining. When he succeeded, he was able to control both his original body and his clone at the same time. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left, leaving his clone to meditate in heaven. "Buzz!" Inside the Sutra Library, a transparent, colorless vortex slowly opened up, and a tall figure walked out. Back to reality, Jiang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, sat quietly, and began to meditate, trying to recover the consumed mental energy as quickly as possible. Late at night, in a forbidden area somewhere in the Wanfa Sect, the cold moon hung high in the sky, illuminating several figures in the pavilion in the mountains. There was an old man in black who was about to die. He held the chess piece and put it down with a cold and solemn face, without any emotion. The person playing chess with him was a handsome, gentle and elegant middle-aged man. Next to them was an old man watching the game. "Fellow Daoist, what do you think?" The master from the Shenlin Sect asked softly, and reminded: "After this time, it will be difficult to have such an opportunity again." "Must be beaten?" The old man in black frowned and asked back. He was the master of the Wanfa Sect. After he woke up not long ago, he was visited by people from the Shenlin Sect and the Samsara Palace, who tried to persuade him to attack the Feixian Sect and the Sanyi Sect. “There is no room for detente.” The Lord of the Divine Realm spoke succinctly and to the point. The sect had lost a secret realm that it had cultivated for many years, which was no less than a blood feud. None of the old monsters in the Divine Realm, including him, could swallow this. "Oh, you are really something. Your ancestors had grievances, but now you have shaken hands and made peace. It seems that the old ghost of Feixian Sect and the master of Sanyi Sect have forced you into a very embarrassing situation." The Master of All Laws held a chess piece in his hand and placed it randomly, completing the final move and ending the game. He did not forget the grudges between his family and the Shenlin Sect and the Samsara Palace, so his attitude was a bit cold and he was obviously unwilling to help them. “The enemy of my enemy may not be my friend.” "Your Wanfa Sect has already come into the world. It's hard to say what will happen in the future. You will conflict with them for no reason. With your own strength alone, I'll be frank with you. You will always be suppressed by them and act according to other people's wishes."

"Are you really willing to accept this situation, fellow Daoist?" The eyes of the Godly Master gradually turned cold: "Although there were grudges between us in the past, they were only minor ones." "At the worst time, even the heads of the respective sects did not die. Only some disciples and elders died, not to mention our Master. Just don't make a fuss about it." "But this time is different from the past. The masters of Feixian Sect and Sanyi Sect have joined forces to rule the vast Kyushu." "Their power is so strong that it is impossible to check and balance them. If we allow them to develop recklessly, sooner or later, our secret realm, along with all the resources in the human world, will become their target of encroachment." "Taiqing Palace, Creation Gate, Taxu Palace, Jiuchong Mountain, Jilefu, Bingyan Valley, Ancient Spring Ruins, Changsheng Lake, Lianhun Mountain, including the Taishan Secret Realm managed by one of my junior brothers, a total of ten masters were slaughtered by these two people." "Fellow Daoist, do you think you can handle it if these two join forces? You also understand the principle of the survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle. Now is the best opportunity. If you don't take advantage of it, when will you wait?" "But I have no grudge against them, and you have no reason for me to take action." The old man in black expressed his refusal. Hearing this, Master Shenlin laughed in anger and said bluntly: "Fellow Daoist, it's already this late, and you still have illusions and want to tell me about your grudges?" "They are the ones who hold the power. It would be easy for them to kill you and destroy your sect. Do they need a reason?" "." The old man in black remained silent. He was in a weaker position and did not dare to be arrogant. He was even less sure of dealing with the Feixian Yuzhu and Xuanzun of the Sanyi Sect. The fact is just as the middle-aged man from the Shenlin Sect said, if he was the powerful party, he would definitely use any means to expand the sect, harvest cultivation resources, and rob and plunder. Anyone who dared to stand in his way would be killed, and he would do whatever he wanted. Moreover, he had never dealt with Xuan Zun and Feixian Yuzhu, and was only deeply wary of them, regarding them as potential powerful enemies, like hunters walking in a dark forest and being on guard against each other. Noticing that the Master of All Laws had wavered in his thoughts, the old man who was accompanying him stroked his beard and laughed, saying: "Fellow Daoist, are you worried that we might fail?" "Since you can do it, why bother to win me over?" the old man in black questioned. "More strength means more protection after all." The old man from the Samsara Palace answered calmly: "The Chengtian Dao Sect and Huangquan Hades, who have had a feud with the Feixian Sect, are willing to help. Add in our two families and a few ancient demon kings. What do you think the chances are?" "Are you all taking action?!" The old man in black felt horrified. Since ancient times, this vast land has only had these six major sects, evergreen and standing at the top of every era. Now, five of these sects are going to join forces to wipe out the Feixian Sect? ! If the Wanfa Sect were to fall into such a situation, would they be able to resist? The answer is self-evident. The old man in black was in a complicated mood. If this kind of thing happens once, it will happen again. Once the Feixian Sect is destroyed, as a participant, can he and the other four major sects really share the spoils evenly without being wiped out? I am afraid that we will repeat the same mistakes, the birds will be gone and the bows will be put away, the rabbits will be dead and the running dogs will be cooked. (End of this chapter)