Brutal, truly brutal!
With just two sword strikes, the Tongtian Sect was almost annihilated.
The surviving members of the Tongtian Sect were utterly terrified, their faces pale, their bodies trembling like sieves.
Especially the disciples guarding the mountain gate, they had already collapsed onto the ground like puddles of mud.
Not long ago.
They were still boasting and bragging, saying the Zhuxian Sword was just scrap metal, no better than a child's toy.
And the result?
Reality had slapped them hard.
The sacred sword that no one in their entire Tongtian Sect could wield, in Ji Mo's hands, seemed to possess world-ending power, unleashing unimaginable might.
As the sword light flared, the sun and moon dimmed, and the mountains and rivers lost their color. It had likely surpassed the realm of divine artifacts.
Ji Mo raised the Zhuxian Sword again, its astonishing sword light piercing the heavens and earth.
With this one strike, the entire Tongtian Sect would likely cease to exist.
*Plop...*
All the surrounding Tongtian Sect disciples knelt down in fear.
They kowtowed, begging for mercy.
"Mr. Ji, please be magnanimous and spare them this once."
Mo Lun spoke, his heart still holding onto past affections.
Moreover, the Grand Elder and the Thirteenth Elder, the instigators, had already been executed. The rest were not deserving of death.
Ji Mo slowly lowered the arm he had raised.
The brilliant sword light and the earth-shattering aura instantly retracted, disappearing completely.
The Zhuxian Sword returned to its simple, unadorned appearance, devoid of any aura.
Ji Mo caressed the cracked body of the Zhuxian Sword, sighing.
What a pity that the Zhuxian Sword was already so damaged. If the Zhuxian were intact, how powerful would it be?
Perhaps a casual sword strike could split the heavens and earth, or sever the stars.
At the same time, his unease grew.
Even the Zhuxian was crippled; it was evident how fierce the battle had been.
What about the other three swords: the Luxian Sword, the Xianxian Sword, and the Juexian Sword?
Were they destroyed, or like the Zhuxian, crippled and lost somewhere in the universe?
With the Zhuxian Four Swords in such a state, what about their master, the Tongtian Sect Master? Had he also bled across the starry sky, his bones buried in the firmament?
Ji Mo felt a pang of sadness.
The enemy was so powerful; he saw no chance of victory.
Of course, the Yanhuang bloodline possessed an innate characteristic of defying fate.
Facing life and death with indifference, challenging anyone who dared!
One day, he would fight his way to the ends of the universe and completely eradicate the source of darkness.
"I will find good materials to repair you."
Ji Mo whispered, storing the Zhuxian Sword into the Moon God Ring.
The Chaos Bell, hanging from his hair, also needed to be repaired.
In the future, Ji Mo would bring them to participate in the ultimate battle.
"Get up, all of you. Stop kneeling. I have always been refined, easy-going, upright, and kind, not some kind of... villain."
Ji Mo spoke, revealing a gentle smile, as amiable as a boy next door.
He truly couldn't stand being kowtowed to, especially when these people were trembling, their faces full of fear, looking at him as if he were a devil.
"That's right, Mr. Ji is exactly that kind of person. Thank Mr. Ji for not taking your lives, and then disperse."
Mo Lun's mouth twitched, but he still reluctantly agreed with Ji Mo's words.
Refined, easy-going, upright, and kind?
Could you possibly be associated with these words?
It seems you haven't realized that you almost wiped out the Tongtian Sect.
However, all great figures liked to play such games; they would beat you and then make you feel grateful.
Mo Lun reminded himself to always maintain a sense of awe towards Ji Mo, lest he die without knowing how.
The Tongtian Sect disciples who had escaped death thanks to Mo Lun's plea were all filled with gratitude.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Mo Lun might turn misfortune into fortune and have a high chance of becoming the next Sect Master of the Tongtian Sect.
From an abandoned disciple to a candidate for Sect Master, Mo Lun's journey was truly legendary.
Accompanied by Mo Lun, Ji Mo toured various parts of the Tongtian Sect.
Ji Hanhan felt a peculiar sensation; it seemed there were still good things hidden here.
Of course, Mo Lun was very adept at handling things. Along the way, anything Ji Mo glanced at twice, he would immediately offer it as a gift with various excuses.
He didn't hesitate to force many of the Tongtian Sect's treasures upon Ji Mo.
"Hmm, what is that?"
Ji Mo suddenly narrowed his eyes, staring into the distance, his breathing becoming heavy.
"Mr. Ji, you mean over there?"
Mo Lun's spirits immediately lifted. It was rare to see Ji Mo interested in something.
If he could please Ji Mo, perhaps there would be a chance to acquire the sword formation diagram beneath Blood State.
He had been coveting it all along.
"Look, that thing that's glowing pink, and seems to be colorful."
Ji Mo pointed, his eyes shining, unable to shift his gaze.
Mo Lun followed Ji Mo'sæåŒ, his eyes widening, and his heart suddenly sank.
Immediately, he revealed a meaningful expression that only men would understand.
"Mr. Ji, that... that should be Junior Sister's little belly..."
Upon hearing this, Ji Mo froze, questioning with disbelief, "Ah? Are you sure?"
"That's right, mandarin ducks playing in the water, embroidered with pink thread, it's Junior Sister's."
Mo Lun nodded with great certainty, and under Ji Mo's surprised gaze, he passed through layers of courtyard walls, crossed the flowerbeds, and brought back a piece of pink clothing that was drying in a hidden spot.
When Ji Mo saw what Mo Lun had brought back like a treasure, he was stunned.
How could this guy be so skilled? It made one suspicious.
"Who told you it was this? I was referring to the cluster of rosy light emanating from the ground further away."
Ji Mo was somewhat speechless; that wasn't what he was pointing at at all.
"Ah!"
Mo Lun was dumbfounded.
He had misunderstood, thinking Ji Mo shared the same hobby and that they could communicate well.
"Looking at your honest and naive appearance, I didn't expect you to be so indecent."
Ji Mo scoffed.
As expected, men were not good things. This pervert had likely been eyeing his Junior Sister frequently.
Mo Lun was so embarrassed he could dig his toes into the ground. Fortunately, Ji Mo didn't tease him further and quickly rushed towards the distance. He was very sure there was a treasure there.
The earth-shattering sword strike from before had split the ground into an abyss.
The light emanated from within the abyss.
Ji Mo directly jumped into the abyss, following the flashing light into the underground.
Mo Lun followed closely, eager to know what object had captured Ji Mo's attention so much.
In the dim underground, the multicolored light was not conspicuous, but it could not escape Ji Mo's sharp eyes.
He accurately dug through layers of soil and rock, finally finding the object emitting the five-colored light.
"No way, could this be the legendary Five-Colored Sky-Mending Stone!"
Ji Mo's expression was one of shock as he stared incredulously at the three-foot-wide jade stone before him.
The jade stone was crystal clear, emitting five kinds of glazed light. Primordial energy flowed within it, and the faint halo was dreamlike and enchanting.
Ji Mo observed it closely, confirming that it was indeed the legendary Nuwa's Sky-Mending Stone. The special energy it contained caused a significant reaction in his Heavenly Demon Mark.
"I absorb!"
Ji Mo was overjoyed and directly placed his hand on the Sky-Mending Stone, madly absorbing the primordial matter and chaotic energy within to strengthen his own physique.
His body's evolution rate also increased rapidly.
Suddenly.
Ji Hanhan was startled; a voice emanated from within the Sky-Mending Stone.