The arrangement of the Xuanwu formation did not take long. As the light on the sky gradually disappeared, the task was completed."call out!!" "call out!!" Several figures flickered and hovered in the sky outside the island. The Flying Immortal Master even left a talisman to suppress the island, which emitted a faint gray-silver moonlight, like a hazy mist, covering an area of dozens of kilometers and isolating the island. "Let's go back first." After he finished all this, Jiang Mo turned around and walked into a void portal, spanning tens of thousands of kilometers and returning to the Moon-Watching Pavilion on the back mountain of Sanyi Gate. The mountain breeze was blowing gently, the silver moon was hanging high in the night sky, everything was silent, and Feixian Yuzhu and Xianhua took their seats one after another. Soon, Jiang Mo made tea for the guests and they continued their conversation. "Xuanzun, do you ever yearn for the outside world? Do you want to go out for a walk?" The Fairy Master was lying on a stone chair and asked casually, with a look of curiosity on his face. "."
The fire at the base of the teapot was maintained at just the right temperature as Jiang Mo gently waved his feather fan. "Not so fast. The world is far from peaceful nowadays. I will wait until the younger generation in my sect can become independent and become a master. Then I will travel elsewhere." "Besides, we don't have much time left before that." Jiang Mo stared at the fire, thoughtfully. In order to maintain the survival of the Taoist tradition, he would use the greatest malice to speculate on the true intentions of the Taoist Lords and the Masters in the outside world. There are many paths before him, he can either cultivate to a higher level and defeat others with force; Or he could collect all the fragments of history books, modify the history in Tianyuan, erase all the deeds of the Trinity Sect, hide in the dark, and avoid being noticed by outsiders. Alternatively, he could choose to collect other innate magical weapons, which are strategies that can prevent or even resolve threats from powerful external beings. In short, there is always a way out. Rather than considering future enemies, Jiang Mo is now thinking about whether he should further control the history book of time and erase all the different time and space world lines other than his own to prevent his past from being infiltrated and exposing his weaknesses. "Five hundred years is neither long nor short." "But I believe that the future will still be your era." Xian Hua has extremely high hopes for Jiang Mo's future achievements. In his opinion, this might be the only existence in Tianyuan that can resist the Daojun and the Master from the outside world, while his younger generation Feixian Master can only be said to be in jeopardy and may not be able to compete with them head-on. At the same time, the old man also guessed what Jiang Mo was worried about. He couldn't help but smile and made a suggestion: "In fact, you have the Book of History, which is enough to ensure that the time and space you are in is safe." "You might as well take a big step forward and go higher. Even if they get a glimpse of the journey that is infinitely close to yours, what does it matter?" "If they could deal with you head-on, they wouldn't have to go to another time and space to find a substitute for observation." "On the other hand, the higher the similarity of the substitutes, the stronger that 'you' is. In the space and time where you are, there will still be God's will, and overly powerful creatures will not be allowed to invade the space and time. In this way, when that 'you' faces them, there will be two situations." Jiang Mo slowly shifted his gaze from the fire, raised his head slightly, listened carefully to the wise man's explanation, and looked at the two skinny fingers he raised, and respectfully asked: "Senior, I would like to ask you to clarify your doubts." "First, you are very powerful, and those people can't do anything to you." "Second, you are not worth mentioning. You were easily captured and studied by those people, but as you are, you are destined to have little similarity with you."
"Humans are created under the influence of the acquired environment. Not every you in a parallel universe is as amazing as the you in front of me. Luck is also a thrilling part of it, right?" "And you also know that when you went to different time and space several times, you were suppressed like an ordinary person and could not use your power." "Those who are stronger than you will only be weaker than you. Those who are far inferior to you, even if they come to a different time and space with the maximum strength allowed by God, can they really deal with 'you' who are so similar to you?" "Besides, you are lucky. You were born in the Abyss. Those who threaten you come from outside the Abyss." "If it is an invasion from another time and space, then they will be subjected to multiple suppressions, and their strength will be limited. It may not be one thousandth or one ten-thousandth of their chances." "As time goes on, the further you are in the river of time, the stronger you become. The fewer secrets they can steal from you, and the smaller the chance of success. In my opinion, being able to intercept the period of your life before you become a Master is already the limit. They cannot penetrate into the years that follow." The views expressed by Xian Hua coincided with what Jiang Mo thought. He even took into account a point that he had never paid attention to, that is, the Dao Lords and Masters outside the Tianyuan of the current time and space, if they tried to invade the past and study the basis of their own power, they would be brutally suppressed by another Tianyuan. From this point of view, the farther away in time, the greater the difference between him in the two time and space, and the less meaningful it is; But the closer he is, the stronger he is in that time and space, and the more dangerous he is. There is always the risk of being captured. "So, do you understand what I mean, my friend?" Xian Hua smiled faintly, his eyes full of appreciation, and said: "You are different from the ancestor of the Shenlin lineage. He has limited abilities and cannot defeat the outsiders. He has no other choice but to resort to this last resort. But you have unlimited opportunities, why do you have to do this?" "Besides, to be honest, I can see clearly every step you have taken in your past, but there are bound to be people in the outside world who are far more capable of deducing than me." "If you run into them in the future, it doesn't matter whether you erase your selves in other world lines or not. You still exist in this world, and you will be seen through. You can't avoid it. Only when you are unprecedentedly powerful can you be truly invulnerable." The old man's heartfelt words suddenly made Jiang Mo understand. He put down his feather fan, raised his hands and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, senior. I am no longer troubled by your words." "You're welcome. Even without me, you would have understood these principles sooner or later. I am just the icing on the cake." "I have another favor to ask of you, and I hope you will consider it." Xianhua bowed and returned the salute respectfully. "You say." "Unlike you, we don't have control over the fragments of the Book of Time, so we will be threatened by the isotopes in parallel time and space. If one day, we don't have time to collect the fragments, we will be wiped out directly. I hope you can save us." Xian Hua made the request. He could not predict what the Feixian Sect in other time and space would be like. If after coming into contact with the secret of the Abyss, he possesses the fragments of the history books of time, but is unable to contend with the strong men from the outside world, it is very likely that he will embark on the same path as the founder of the Shenlin Sect, wipe out the Feixian Sect in other world lines, and thus embark on a long road of escape and become the second Shenlin Sect. For this reason, Xian Hua begged Jiang Mo to help cover them. He firmly believed that the future Xuan Zun would collect more fragments and would be able to trace back those who were killed. "Senior, you have helped me a lot, and I am an ally of the old gentleman, and we have fought side by side many times. Even if you don't say it, this is what I should do." "As long as I can do it, I will never do it half-heartedly, and I will never sit back and do nothing." Jiang Mo smiled calmly and made a promise. "Okay, I believe you, my friend." Xianhua breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you for your care, fellow Daoist." Feixian Yuzhu also looked grateful.
"polite." "Gulugulu!!" While they were talking, the tea had already boiled. Jiang Mo extinguished the fire, gently lifted the lid, poured a trickle of clear tea into the cup, and handed it to the two of them. The three of them discussed the whereabouts of the other two innate magic weapons and the precautions against the cultivators outside the Heavenly Abyss. When dawn rose and the purple air came from the east, Jiang Mo stood up and personally saw the two guests off, and gave them the three red shirt wooden boxes, but they were politely declined by the Fairy Master. "I accept your kindness, so please leave your things behind." "Also, my friend, this little gift is for you." Xian Hua stuffed a silver-colored jade bottle into Jiang Mo's hand without saying anything. The bottle contained the essence and blood of the immortal body. The old man knew that he had been collecting blood from various innate bodies for his contemplation recently, so he was willing to lend a helping hand. "Okay, thank you, senior." Jiang Mo lowered his eyes, took a glance, smiled slightly, and without hesitation, accepted it generously. "See you. If anything happens, keep in touch." "Ah." As Jiang Mo watched, two white streaks of light tore through the sea of clouds and disappeared at the end of the sky and earth in an instant. Such divine power should have been the ultimate in the human world, but there is always someone better than you, so this is still not that great. Jiang Mo stood in front of the mountain gate, staring at the scene, silent for a long time, lost in thought. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, turned around and disappeared. The entire sect was sparsely populated and seemed somewhat empty. Most of the disciples went out to gain experience under the guidance of the older generation, while Si Chong and Cheng Zhen also went into seclusion and ignored worldly affairs. Now, the only ones left are Xianshu and Linqi, who are in retirement, and the descendants of the elves who live here, cleaning the courtyard and trimming the branches of flowers and trees. The morning sun shines on the earth, dragging a long shadow, which is reflected on the golden wall. Jiang Mo walked slowly towards the pavilion. The sound of his footsteps attracted everyone's attention. They looked up and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar figure. In his second true form, he was tall and strong, with skin the color of cold iron and eyes shaped like black suns, but his appearance had not changed. Although everyone was surprised when they saw him, they were not afraid and still greeted him warmly as always. "Uncle Master, good morning!" "Uncle Master!" "Morning, Xuanzun. It's been a long time since I last saw you." Jiang Mo responded to his disciples one by one with a smile. Before he knew it, he had reached the fourth floor of the Sutra Repository. Xianshu accompanied him all the way and recounted what had happened recently. "Senior Brother Yuhuai and Senior Brother Zhuge took some little guys to help out at the Baotian Pavilion founded by the two guardians." “It’s going very smoothly, business is booming, and we’re trading in rare materials from all over the world.”
"Guardian Weir has recruited several top hackers to help us open many trading channels on the dark web. Our clients are not limited to humans, but also creatures of other races." “Although the prospects are good, we are getting busier and busier, and we are a little short of staff.” "At first, there was a demon king who was causing trouble and looking for trouble. He wanted to collect protection fees and share the profits. Later, he was beheaded by the protectors as a warning to the public." Xianshu continued to share, and when he reached the fourth floor, he suddenly remembered and said: "Oh, by the way, Uncle Master, two days ago, old friends Ning He and Xu Lao from the Nine Departments sent me a confidential document." "It is said that what you want is inside." "In addition, the detailed progress report of your cooperation with them has also been sent to your communication software. Please check it at any time." Xianshu pointed to the two metal safes placed on the table, then quickly took out the tea set, turned on the computer for Jiang Mo, and set up the office environment. "There are some cakes prepared in the kitchen this morning. They taste very good. I remember Master said you like red bean cakes. Can I get them for you?" "Well, thank you for your help, Xianshu." Jiang Mo gave a gentle smile. He sat on the ground and stretched his hand forward. The metal safe turned into ashes in an instant like cotton wool on fire, revealing a yellowed, old piece of paper. Just one glance, the identical material, and the mysterious patterns imprinted on it, made Jiang Mo certain that this was a fragment of another history book. The ability of the Nine Departments to search for resources across the country was even more exaggerated than he had expected. Results were obtained in the past three weeks, and he began to refine them. Xianshu came back and brought some red bean cake, but seeing that his uncle was busy, he did not dare to disturb him. He quietly put down the snack and left. The sunlight pouring in from the window seemed to have the life and spirituality of a snake, swimming between the floor and the bookcase. By the time it completely disappeared, a day had passed, the setting sun fell into the horizon, and night fell. "Wow!" The book of history floating in Jiang Mo's palm emitted a faint light, and another piece of fragment was refined by him. The authority of the long river of time intercepted this time is the 170 years of the Northern Song Dynasty, covering its beginning to end. Countless pieces of information poured into Jiang Mo's mind like a tide, but were casually filtered and ignored by him. "." After a long time, he put away the broken pieces. It was winter, and the cold wind was howling outside. The pastries on the table had already gone cold. Jiang Mo picked up a piece and ate it without any care, his eyes fell on the computer screen. He moved the mouse and checked the report, which showed a dynamic data map that updated the physical examination screening results of people from all over Kyushu. According to the plan of the nine ministries, excluding the elderly and infants who need care, the remaining 800 million citizens will be gradually and completely screened in stages over a period of three years. This is already the fastest efficiency, which is even more exaggerated than the fact that the major religious sects screened less than 20 million people in half a year. However, it is not so easy to find someone with a congenital physique. Over the past three weeks, with the assistance of the Security Council, the nine ministries have tested 15 million people, but not a single person met the criteria. However, facing such a result and speed, Jiang Mo's mood could not be calmer. The innate physique was not indispensable to him. Not to mention a seed that has not yet grown, even if a master of various physiques, a Taoist master, dared to fight him to the death, Jiang Mo has the confidence that he can kill him with one punch. After briefly reading the report, Jiang Mo opened the quantum encryption communication channel again.
I saw the message from Xu Qiuyu and Ning He, which was frozen a few days ago. The gist of it was that they had tried their best to find the fragments, but there was only one piece, and they probably wouldn't have any more in the short term, so they begged to exchange it for some of the ancient demon king's blood essence. Seeing this, Jiang Mo thought about it and relied on his almost supernatural perception to instantly lock onto Xu Qiuyu's exact position. The pendant on his chest shook and released a bottle of blood, which instantly shattered into countless white particles and was directly teleported. After fulfilling his promise, Jiang Mo turned off the computer, sat alone in the attic, and ate all the remaining pastries. After a long time, an invisible vortex unfolded, and Jiang Mo's figure disappeared, and reappeared ten seconds later, with a somewhat surprised expression. The speed of time flow in heaven was ineffective for him and the history book of time! This abrupt scene did not discourage Jiang Mo. The cultivation in the real world was the same. He planned to familiarize himself with the thousand kinds of magical powers of the Time History Book and to replicate the third avatar - the Immortal Dao Body in a limited time. (End of this chapter)