A seasoned driver not only needs to be able to drift on any road but, more importantly, to run their tires over an opponent's face.
Without a doubt, Ji Mo had achieved this.
He was like the Ghost Rider, astride a beat-up scooter, trailing sparks and lightning, his wheel brutally crushing one of the Eight-Headed Serpent's massive heads.
The immense destructive force directly shattered one of the serpent's heads.
"Ah..."
The Eight-Headed Serpent let out a piercing scream, its colossal body writhing madly.
Zhang Ye was flung away, falling freely into the bottomless abyss.
Ji Mo, intending to deliver another blow to the Eight-Headed Serpent, had to abandon his plan upon seeing this. He swooped down in his vehicle, catching Zhang Ye and landing him steadily on the ground.
"Old Heavenly Master, I have no regrets dying after seeing your return, my disciple."
Zhang Ye clung tightly to Ji Mo, weeping uncontrollably, like a child.
He harbored so much pent-up grievance.
In recent years, the Daoist sect had declined.
Longhu Mountain, in particular, had become increasingly desolate, with only a handful of disciples, nearly severing its lineage.
The most devastating blow came over a decade ago. Their master had led his disciples on a journey, only for them to return a year later to find their sect's location turned into a Level 5 tourist attraction, requiring them to buy tickets just to visit their home.
Most outrageous of all, Buddhist statues had been erected in the sacred Daoist grounds, a blatant insult.
Their master, a man of fiery spirit, had cursed them for three days and three nights.
The result? They were unceremoniously expelled from the mountain gate, left homeless.
Over the years, the disciples had been displaced and suffered greatly. Some, unable to endure, had renounced their vows and returned to secular life.
Fortunately, with the resurgence of spiritual energy and the advent of myths, they had managed to turn their fortunes around by leveraging the heritage left by Longhu Mountain, and life had slowly begun to improve.
With the world increasingly chaotic, adhering to the Daoist tradition of "sealing the mountains for cultivation in times of peace, and descending to save people in times of turmoil."
Zhang Ye, having achieved mastery, intended to descend the mountain to aid the world and revitalize Longhu Mountain.
Unexpectedly, fate had dealt him a cruel hand; his very first mission involved encountering the Eight-Headed Serpent.
Fortunately, before his death, he had successfully summoned the Old Heavenly Master.
"Young Daoist, I'm afraid you've misunderstood. I am not your Longhu Mountain's Old Heavenly Master."
Ji Mo attempted to clarify, not wanting to be someone else's ancestor again.
Zhang Ye, his voice weak and coughing up blood, said, "Ancestor, please stop pretending. The Heavenly Masters of my lineage all cultivated in the Netherworld Blood Sea beneath the Dragon Tiger Sacred Mountain, thus carrying a unique aura from the Netherworld Blood Sea. This cannot be faked. It was only after the Old Heavenly Masters led the Dragon Tiger Sacred Mountain in battles against the darkness that subsequent Heavenly Masters lost that blood sea aura. I can clearly sense the vast, sea-like special aura of the Netherworld Blood Sea emanating from you. You are undoubtedly one of the most powerful Old Heavenly Masters of our Longhu Mountain."
He pressed himself against Ji Mo's chest, burrowing into his embrace, sniffing with a unique method to discern the Netherworld Blood Sea aura on Ji Mo. He was certain this was one of their own Old Heavenly Masters.
There was no mistake.
Ji Mo was stunned, blinking. Could this be what they called karma?
In the Immortal Spirit Realm, he had absorbed the Netherworld Blood Sea, achieving great success in his physical evolution. Furthermore, by comprehending the heaven-defying divine ability "As long as the Blood Sea does not dry, my body will not die," he had saved his life.
Therefore, it seemed he truly was connected to Longhu Mountain.
Ji Mo said with a sigh, "My name is Ji Mo. I am indeed not your sect's Old Heavenly Master, but I do have a significant connection. From now on, the affairs of Longhu Mountain are my affairs."
Since there was karma, he naturally had to bear it.
"Old Heavenly Master, are you angry, perhaps because your junior disciples were incompetent and lost the mountain?"
Zhang Ye's eyes welled up with tears, filled with self-reproach, as he recounted the tragic experiences.
He stated that it wasn't the incompetence of his disciples but rather the darkness of the world.
"What? Went down the mountain to travel, and your home was stolen?"
Ji Mo was astonished. That was truly tragic.
As an orphan, he understood the pitiable plight of children without parental or elder protection, bullied by others with no recourse.
Ji Mo sighed, "From now on, Longhu Mountain is under my protection. I shall be half a Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain."
"Heavenly Master? You? You dare?"
The Eight-Headed Serpent roared loudly.
The head that had just been blown off had already regrown.
It was severely injured, its aura significantly weakened, but its malevolence had surged to its peak.
It had not sustained such a serious injury in years, being decapitated, and by such a young human, no less. It was naturally enraged.
The Eight-Headed Serpent was not a reckless creature. It had thoroughly investigated just now and determined that Ji Mo was by no means any of the deities it knew of; he was merely relying on the divine power of Anubis.
In essence, Anubis had ambushed it.
Therefore, seeing Ji Mo shamelessly posing as a Heavenly Master, it was naturally indignant.
Anubis shouted, "Shameless serpent, shut your stinking mouth. You're about to die and still don't know it."
The Eight-Headed Serpent contemptuously sized up Anubis. "Dog head, you're the one about to die. King Hades is looking for you all over the world. Hurry up and find a dog hole to hide in and prolong your miserable existence. Yet you dare to attack me, courting death."
"Master, let me go and bite this stinking snake to death."
Aside from Ji Mo, Anubis could not tolerate being called a dog head and immediately flew into a rage, requesting to fight Ji Mo.
Having gnawed on half of the Grim Reaper's skeletal frame, its strength had greatly increased. It was time to show its worth.
"You stay back and provide support. Let him go."
Ji Mo pointed at Zhang Ye in his arms and then unceremoniously pushed him away.
Honestly, grown men crying and hugging like this was unbecoming.
"Ah?"
Zhang Ye was bewildered.
You want me to fight the Eight-Headed Serpent?
Old Heavenly Master, I only have half my life left, and I can barely walk steadily.
Are you sending me to my death for nothing?
However, as the ancestor's command, Zhang Ye naturally dared not disobey. He straightened his back, raised his Dao sword, and pointed it directly at the Eight-Headed Serpent.
It had to be said, that sheer spirit alone was one in ten thousand.
Ji Mo's eyes showed approval. This young man was good, capable of great responsibility!
He immediately took out the Investiture of the Gods and pressed Zhang Ye's blood-stained palm onto it.
Zhang Ye's blood stained the tattered Investiture of the Gods and quickly disappeared.
Then.
The Investiture of the Gods shimmered with golden light, and a second name appeared.
A mysterious connection was established between Zhang Ye and the Investiture of the Gods, binding them closely from then on.
The Investiture of the Gods flowed with radiant light, emitting a hazy glow.
Clusters of runes formed a rain of light, showering onto Zhang Ye and seeping into his body.
Zhang Ye's injuries rapidly healed, and with the enhancement of the Investiture of the Gods, he underwent a complete transformation, purifying his marrow, and his roots, aptitude, and talent all increased dramatically.
Simultaneously, his entire being radiated immortal light, and his cultivation base soared at an astonishing pace.
Anubis looked on with envy. This was the magic of a Chaos Supreme Treasure. In the future, it would definitely work hard, and perhaps its master would grant it a spot on the Investiture of the Gods.
Ji Mo grabbed Zhang Ye by the collar and forcefully threw him towards the Eight-Headed Serpent, "Go, young man. Today, I will teach you how to slay a god..."