Before going into seclusion, Jiang Mo used his magical powers to transmit his voice to the headquarters of Baotian Pavilion in the Central China region across the distant mountains and rivers, summoning the two guardians to come for an , two familiar figures in suits arrived. Ming Ku briefly recounted his recent deeds and presented all the rare resources he had recently traded to Jiang Mo, including a piece of Wancui black gold as big as a fist. "Xuan Zun, we only found this one thing you asked us to find. Please forgive me." "Baotian Pavilion was established not long ago, and there are many forces that have never been familiar with us and are only willing to trade some of the materials they don't need." "But the hackers employed by us are some of the best in the world." "They are already doing their best to help you investigate the fragments you are looking for, but the global Internet is too vast, and the firewalls of many dark webs are extremely powerful. It will take some time to break through them." "We have made contact with the secret realms and ethnic forces overseas, and have established friendly exchanges. I believe that we will be able to obtain some help in the near future." "Also, do you remember the people from 'Deep Sea'?" "An old friend of Weir once said that he had seen the fragment you were looking for in the hands of a wandering wizard from abroad." "We have recently investigated his whereabouts. He participated in the turmoil that a group of Level 4 awakeners in Northern Europe set off and released a group of false gods on the eve of the revival of spiritual energy, but he disappeared afterwards. I have sent many elite troops to Europe and will definitely dig out his whereabouts as soon as possible and give you a satisfactory answer." Jiang Mo's distant memories suddenly became much clearer. How could he not remember the 'Deep Sea', a group of aliens who had defected or been hunted overseas, and who had been living on the mainland since the 19th century, banding together to make fire.
Not to mention those far away, those who are right in front of him are his two bodyguards, Weil and Yousha, who are both members of this organization. "The matter of the fragments is the most important. Since there are traces of their existence, I would like to trouble you to go there in person." "Leave Baotian Pavilion to Weir for care." "Yes," they said in unison. Taking into account that there are also creatures from the secret realm in Northern Europe with strong strength, Jiang Mo also gave three talismans to Mingku for protection and arranged for it to set off immediately. After the two guardians left one after another, Jiang Mo flashed and walked to the pond in the back mountain. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the forest was exceptionally quiet. He found a cool place to sit cross-legged, holding a history book in his hand, his fingertips touching the marvelous patterns, and gaining insight into the magical powers contained therein. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the silver moon rises and falls deep in the sky, and time passes slowly. Jiang Mo closed his eyes and meditated quietly. In the sea of his consciousness, the history book of time was a broken stone wall. The natural greatness of the world was carved with thousands of magical powers, all of which were dim and concave patterns. A slender, iron-colored hand gently stroked past, and soon, the corresponding ancient information naturally emerged in Jiang Mo's mind. The obscure and mysterious words convey the meaning of 'the origin of time'. One of the killer moves of the backtracking system is to use the power of time, gather it at one point, and strike the target at a fixed point, forming a vortex of time and going back in time at a very fast speed. No matter what kind of material it is, whether it has a physical body or not, it will collapse and become extinct in an instant. It took 100 years to get a glimpse of the truth. Things are getting better over the past 200 years. It takes 400 years to reach perfection. The ultimate state, 700 years of time. Jiang Mo could clearly sense the evolutionary path of the 'Origin of Time'. The reason why the limit was 700 years was because the page of history book he controlled had a peak time authority of 700 years, which did not include the extra 170 years of the fragment. This was very different from what he had learned in the past, that time erosion was caused by accelerating the changes in matter. The origin of time does not have the ability to corrupt everything, but it only has the ability to make things return to their original starting point.
For example, there is a sect leader who has the cultivation level of a Taoist master, but has not yet refined the secret realm and become a master, and is 300 years old. If Jiang Mo used the magical power 'Origin of Time', and cultivated it to perfection, and directly covered 400 years of time backward, a certain point in the sect leader's body would be cut back to its original state, causing and completing the overall collapse in the unobservable time gap. If the clan leader is over 400 years old, he cannot be killed. Instead, all his cultivation for the next 400 years will be permanently and forcibly deprived. With just a rough understanding, Jiang Mo knew the power of this killer move. It was similar to the Falling Moon and Sunset Glow of the Feixian Sect, but it was more domineering and almost unstoppable. Either you dodge before the caster launches the attack, or you have the Book of Time and can go back in time to resist the fatal damage of this move. "." Even Jiang Mo had to admit the horror of the origin of time. No matter whether it is his Mirage Gu, or the "Boundless Ten Thousand Realms" that he will cultivate to perfection in the future and possess a skill comparable to the Great Accomplishment of the Void Physique, they cannot escape the effect of penetrating all spaces outside the real space at this time node. Theoretically, the only magical powers that Jiang Mo knows of that have the chance to take the attack head-on and not be affected by anything are the past bodies of the Feixian Sect and the seven or eight reincarnation bodies of the Samsara Palace. The former cannot be selected, and the latter is greatly weakened. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. What a genius the Taoist Feixian, who lived more than 5,300 years ago, was. No wonder he was regarded as the strongest master in the past 5,000 years by all the major sects in later generations. The magical powers he created have reached the level of being able to withstand the killing moves of innate magical weapons. To be honest, it is no exaggeration to say that he deserves the reputation of being the best. Jiang Mo gathered his thoughts and did not rush to practice this magical power. Instead, he continued to grope forward slowly on the stone wall of time in the sea of consciousness. Soon, when he touched the second concave pattern, ancient and complex information flooded into his mind, and he gradually sorted it out into the four words "Nirvana in the Sea of Bitterness". A magical power that can eliminate the aging of the body and soul. It can be activated at the weakest moment of life and start a new life. The caster can choose the restored age state by himself. It can only be used once in a lifetime, and the advancement process is similar to the 'Origin of Time'. The strongest backtracking ends within 700 years. However, there is another limitation: this magical power cannot be grafted onto any species other than itself. Jiang Mo thought about it for a while. His current life span was six or seven hundred years, and with the time he had spent cultivating in the Heavenly Kingdom, it was only a few dozen years. There was no need to extend his life. He was more inclined to regard this magical power as a life-extending talisman to be used at the critical moment. deal! It is a mandatory option. Afterwards, Jiang Mo dropped his right hand and continued to move forward. The entire stone wall of the history book had countless concave patterns, some high and some low, and he groped his way through. 'Eternal Moment': The speed of time in a certain range is slowed down countless times, creating an effect that is almost like the solidification of time and space, restricting powerful enemies, while the caster is not restricted during this period. Jiang Mo frowned slightly, feeling that it was a waste of time. With his second true body and all five senses fully activated, he could see clearly the trajectory of the vibration of particles of all things. Moreover, his speed was far behind that of other masters, and could also create an effect similar to stopping time. It is true that in certain situations of saving lives and delaying injuries, 'Eternal Moment' has a miraculous effect, but since it can save people, why doesn't he use the Kingdom of Heaven and the True Method of Reversing Life? Jiang Mo did not stay here for long. He shifted his gaze to the adjacent pattern and his right hand followed suit. 'Inconsistency': Reverse the enemy's magical power against you. At the moment of completing the spell, the effect of the magical power will be eliminated in the current time and space, and locked to the enemy at any time before the spell is cast, using his own spear to attack his shield. 'Independence from the World': Become an outcast of time, not bound by the normal flow of time, with a thin film of light and shadow covering the body. The world is normal, but the caster is abnormal. The caster can take this opportunity to practice and increase his cultivation. After casting the spell, the caster determines the ratio of the difference in time flow between himself and the world based on his thoughts, which is similar to heaven. 'Amber Cage': A sealing technique that seals the target's body and soul and banishes them to any controlled segment of the long river of time. There are thousands of magical powers, each with its own strengths. It took Jiang Mo two months just to experience them, let alone practice them.
In the end, there were only three magical powers he chose, namely the Origin of Time, Nirvana in the Sea of Bitterness, and Isolation from the World. The former was one of his killer moves to deal with situations that could not be dealt with by common sense, and the latter two assisted his practice and formed the steps for him to reach higher places. From this day on, Jiang Mo was the first to realize "being independent from the world". Now that this one was achieved, the other two would follow naturally and would save him a lot of time. "Buzz!" The History of Time was placed in the palm of Jiang Mo's right hand, surrounded by a faint gray light. A unique, mysterious power flickered around him, like a candlelight swaying in the rain. Jiang Mo stood still beside the pond in the back mountain. No matter the scorching heat, heavy rain, or cold wind, it could not affect his practice. January. first quarter. One year. The history book held in his palm always sways gently, exuding a soul-stirring power. There was always a cluster of thin light between Jiang Mo's eyebrows, as if he was painstakingly carving the most perfect work of art in the world. Every time he sent it to the furnace for refining, it would quietly shatter at the critical moment, and the light on his body surface would go out. Similar to primitive people drilling wood to make fire, Jiang Mo tried day after day and failed day after day. He could not refine the time film, let alone cover his entire body. The echo of failure rang in his ears again and again, and only he could hear it. The cold winter faded away, the dead trees sprouted, another year passed, and when the autumn wind blew again, there was finally progress. The light that had flickered before now bloomed and shone completely, spreading from Jiang Mo's brows to his entire body in an instant. Isolated from the world, refined! Jiang Mo never opened his eyes, but there was an obvious smile on the corner of his mouth, brilliant and bright, which was the relief of succeeding once after failing tens of thousands of times. All things in the world change under the influence of time, but he alone rejects the contact of time, becoming the only alien between heaven and earth. He sits quietly in the same place, practicing 'Origin of Time' and 'Nirvana in the Sea of Bitterness'. The vitality in his body and the mental power in his mind are rapidly consumed, and when it reaches a certain threshold, it stops. ten years. Jiang Mo used the History Book to activate 'Separation from the World', and gained a period of time for cultivation that allowed his second true body to be outside of normal time and space. In the first year, I realized the origin of time and failed. The second year was a success, with some notable changes. In the third year, it was refined to perfection, with a destructive power that could turn back 400 years of time. At this point, Jiang Mo stopped practicing and did not deliberately seek perfection. In the fourth year, he realized the nirvana in the sea of suffering, but failed. The fifth year, failure. The sixth year, failure. In the seventh year, we succeeded and made initial progress. In the last year, Jiang Mo practiced the Nirvana of the Sea of Bitterness to perfection, which could be traced back to his best state in the past 500 years. After the training, Jiang Mo felt a little tired and his vitality had been lost by nearly 10%. However, it was still a long way from the limit of what he could bear, so he decisively launched the policy of isolation from the world and gained another ten years. "Wow!!!"
In the dead of night, the bright moonlight casts a radiant light on the entire forbidden area at the back of the mountain, making it look like a silver ocean. Jiang Mo sat upright under an old tree, breathing long and steady. His burly iron-colored body gradually faded away, and his waterfall-like black hair slowly turned frosty white. After a moment, the main body returned, and Xuan Ming was almost at the 7th level, just a step away from a breakthrough. Shatter the body, kill the seven souls, forge the true realm, and become an immortal. This is an overview of the hardships that one needs to go through to reach the seventh level, and the scene of the sect's supreme master breaking through the barriers reappears before one's eyes. First, his body was refined by the five kinds of true qi: gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and his skin and flesh were torn. When the blood has dried up and the bones have been broken, the five Qi will gather together again, generating the Yin and Yang Qi, nourishing the body and guiding it to recover in an orderly manner, heading towards decay, until it turns into nothingness, and then from nothingness comes "existence", a bit of innate Qi, as vast as the sky and the stars, endless and everlasting. This is the transformation of the physical body, and the soul also has corresponding disasters. The source of the calamity lies within the physical body. This incomparably powerful physical body requires the soul to prove to it that it has the absolute qualifications to control it, and it will give rise to new souls one after another. They are only a little weaker than the original souls, have the same memories, emotions, and personalities as the Supreme, and are more aware of their own situations, but they are not the Supreme. There are seven such souls, and they are the key to the second level of the breakthrough of the seventh level of Xuanming. They need to be killed one by one. If you fail halfway, there will still be other souls trying to seize control of the body. The fight will end, and the survivor will be the king. In this situation, the breakthrough failed. The body is still the same body, but the soul is no longer the original soul. It is a second soul that has been conceived. Even if it has intact memories, the same emotions, and a similar personality, the real breakthrougher has already died. The Supreme Master once guessed that with such a combination of soul and body, it would be impossible to break through the third level after passing two levels in succession and officially step into the 7th level of Xuanming, and that one's cultivation would stagnate for the rest of one's life. The second level is the most dangerous among the three levels. Mu Jue of the Taxu Palace had been dragging on for over a thousand years, and because of this, the probability of his death was close to 9%. The seven souls working together to attack his original soul made him never dare to try. Instead, he sought other ways to break through and specialized in the cultivation of his life, but there was no effect. Little did he know that this was the only way. And after passing this most difficult hurdle, what's left is the so-called Forging True Domain, which allows the Reverse Life True Method to break through the limit and linger around one's body forever, creating an effect of being invulnerable to all kinds of attacks and being plundered by all kinds of attacks, becoming a black hole that devours spells and magical powers, unique in the world. Only in this way can one be called an immortal! Jiang Mo felt as if he was there personally. He took in every detail completely, with the Supreme Lord's insights echoing in his mind. After thinking for half a month, he adjusted himself to the best state. When everything was ready, he started to break through. "Pong!" "Pong!" "Pong!" Five consecutive true qi of different colors ignited from between his internal organs, burning his skin and flesh from the inside out. Fortunately, due to the two hundred years of training from the Soul-Breaking Curse, this fatal pain did not cause Jiang Mosheng to feel the slightest ripple. He was like a statue cast in steel, sitting quietly on the ground, letting his body burn. One day, several days, several weeks, several months, the flawless and tough body finally reached its limit. It was burned and rotten by the Five Qi True Fire, and almost ceased to exist, leaving only bones. Jiang Mo's expression was as cold as iron, and he never wavered. His consciousness was extremely clear, and the yin and yang qi were generated in his abdomen, repairing his body. Another half a year passed, and he recovered as before, and became even more powerful, just like an immortal Ling Chen. Jiang Mo did not deliberately linger on such a beautiful posture, but accelerated its aging. Gradually, the skin and flesh became loose and thin, wrinkles covered the cheeks, and clear and hideous bones appeared on the thin body. The decaying smell of death filled the air. In this state, Jiang Mo was no different from an ordinary dying old man. Within a few days, he took his last breath, his eyes closed, and there was no more breath.
In the next half month, the body melted away with the breeze, only the soul remained. As autumn passed and spring came, a point of bright white innate qi was suspended in the air. "Wow" "buzz" The white Qi vibrates and generates Qi particles of the same kind, which split at a speed that is neither fast nor slow. When a mass of innate qi that covers the sky and the sun condenses, limbs, internal organs, and seven orifices are born. Jiang Mo's figure slowly condensed, surrounded by billions of true energy, as bright as the vast galaxy. First level, completed! (End of this chapter)