Ji Mo's punch pierced the Heart-Devouring Demon's chest, nearly obliterating it on the spot.
It also smashed through a wall and the underground palace.
The murals, which had been faintly glowing, suddenly dimmed, and the powerful energy they contained ceased to function.
Despite being heavily wounded and on the verge of death, the Heart-Devouring Demon showed no fear, but rather elation.
Its reason for possessing Zhen Zhen and seeking the position of leader of the Wind Flower Snow Moon Sect was to gain access to this underground palace, obtain the inheritance here, and find a way to break the seal.
Back then, their dark stronghold had suffered a devastating blow, swept clean by a powerful warrior of the Yan Huang tribe, nearly wiped out.
Fortunately, many of their powerful beings had undergone a baptism of immortal energy, making them nearly immortal.
That Yan Huang warrior couldn't completely eradicate them, so they could only use the murals to set up a world-shattering formation, sealing them underground and intending to wear them down with time.
But now, Ji Mo's punch had ruined everything.
By damaging the murals, the formation had directly stopped functioning.
What the Heart-Devouring Demon had schemed for years without success was now accomplished by Ji Mo's single punch.
"Looks like I've caused trouble."
Ji Mo looked at his fist with a simple expression, realizing that the formation had stopped operating after the murals were damaged.
As his body continued to evolve, the power he possessed grew more terrifying, and he sometimes struggled to control his strength.
He hoped it wasn't too late to mend his ways.
Ji Mo stared at the Heart-Devouring Demon, clenching his fist again, intending to cripple the noisy fellow completely and see if it would still laugh.
"Wait for me. Soon, ten thousand demons will appear. I'll use you as a sacrifice first, then bloodbath the Immortal Spirit Realm. This will be a carnival."
The Heart-Devouring Demon cackled incessantly, its form turning into a cloud of smoke and sinking into the ground, disappearing instantly.
Rumbling!
In an instant.
The earth undulated like waves, and deafening sounds echoed from the depths of the ground.
The ground cracked open, revealing countless huge fissures from which streams of demonic energy gushed out.
Clearly, it wouldn't be long before those terrifying beings sealed underground broke free.
Ji Mo sensed that the situation was becoming serious and that he needed to repair the formation as soon as possible.
However, it seemed too late.
The underground palace was affected, its walls covered in cracks, and the murals on them peeling off. The entire underground palace was shedding rocks and mud, on the verge of collapse.
"Ji, look at the mess you've made! If the ten thousand demons the Heart-Devouring Demon spoke of truly break free, the entire Immortal Spirit Realm will be plunged into misery, and rivers of blood will flow. And you, you are an accomplice, a sinner for eternity."
Lang Qihong cursed Ji Mo loudly, believing that Ji Mo was responsible for everything and was the prime culprit.
The old man's face was filled with terror as he desperately rushed out of the underground palace, fleeing quickly.
Ji Mo had no time to pay attention to him. He strode over to the unconscious Grand Elder of the Moon Sect, gave her two pills, and performed some massage.
The Grand Elder of the Moon Sect soon woke up, and upon seeing Ji Mo, she hastily warned, "Sect Leader, Zhen Zhen is problematic. She attacked me."
Then, she noticed the ground shaking, stones falling from the ceiling, and the entire underground palace about to collapse, and was stunned.
What had happened during her unconsciousness to cause such a situation?
"Zhen Zhen turned to ash and is no longer a problem. Never mind the rest; the most important thing now is to strike a pose."
Ji Mo pulled the Grand Elder of the Moon Sect and hurried towards the inheritance pool in the center of the underground palace.
Everything else was secondary; the most important thing at the moment was to find out if that fellow countryman had left anything behind. He was very curious.
"Strike a pose?"
The Grand Elder of the Moon Sect blushed at Ji Mo's words.
After all, Ji Mo had said it ambiguously, easily leading to misunderstandings.
"Sect Leader, I'm already an old woman. This isn't appropriate, is it? Besides, this place is about to collapse; it's not the right time."
The Grand Elder of the Moon Sect showed a maiden's shyness, acting incredibly coy.
"Precisely because it's about to collapse, we must hurry. And the three of you, come over quickly and join in."
Ji Mo beckoned to Bai Jingjing and the other two.
On the ceiling of the underground palace were four dynamic murals of Dunhuang court ladies. Ji Mo had previously taught Bai Jingjing and the other two poses, successfully lighting up three of them.
Now, he planned to use the Grand Elder of the Moon Sect to light up the fourth one, wanting to understand the hidden mystery.
"All four of us together?"
The Grand Elder of the Moon Sect was shocked!
This was picking up both young and old, one dragon with four phoenixes?
Was he playing this wildly?
But I'm old and can't handle such stimulation.
However, the Sect Leader's orders cannot be disobeyed. What should I do?
Should I or should I not?
The Grand Elder of the Moon Sect was caught in an internal struggle, her mind racing with various thoughts and conflicts.
But Ji Mo held her and began to position her according to the last dynamic mural.
Bai Jingjing and Sakura had already memorized the movements and stood in the center of the inheritance pool, acting on their own.
Ling Lan had only learned half of it before, but now, by chance, she was taught the remaining moves by Ji Mo.
Without any surprise, she also successfully entered the Emperor Immortal realm, becoming an Immortal Emperor.
After striking a few poses, the Grand Elder of the Moon Sect felt a qualitative leap in her body and was overjoyed.
She finally realized she had overthought things; Mr. Ji wasn't trying to mess around but was bestowing a great fortune.
Soon.
A faint divine light emanated from the Grand Elder of the Moon Sect, resonating with the fourth Dunhuang court lady mural, which was also lit up.
Ding!
The clear sound of a pipa resounded, making hearts tremble.
The four Dunhuang court lady murals glowed, scattering pieces of light rain.
In the dazzling light, the phantoms of the four divine beasts appeared.
The Azure Dragon coiled, the White Tiger roared, the Vermilion Bird soared, and the Black Tortoise strode the heavens.
In a daze.
A blurry figure of unparalleled beauty emerged.
"I see no one before me, nor any successors after. The ancient sages are buried in the firmament, their blood spattering the starry sky. Am I the only one left who can fight now? It's truly empty, lonely, and cold..."
A solitary voice echoed, clear and pleasant like a babbling brook.
But the desolation in its tone could evoke emotions and profound sadness.
"This journey is ten deaths with no life. I only hope to delay the dark harvest and buy this epoch several thousand more years. Little ones who come after, whether you are Kong Xu, Ji Mo, or A Leng, sister will give you..."
The echoing voice suddenly stopped, the light rain dissipated, and the figure vanished.
The entire underground palace was in ruins. The four Dunhuang court lady murals, affected by the divine power, lost their brilliance, interrupting the transmission of information.
Ji Mo was frustrated; it had stopped at such a crucial moment.
He really wanted to know what the latter half of the message was.
What was the true identity of this sister, and what was she giving them?
And was the so-called Kong Xu, lonely, and cold truly destined, with a Great Immortal Leng coming later?
What about his own fate?
Would he, like Great Immortal Kong Xu, perish halfway through his endeavor?
"Sect Leader, Grand Elder, something terrible has happened! Outside, there are countless terrifying demonic creatures appearing everywhere."
At the entrance, Yan Zhi ran in in a panic, her face filled with fear, her small face completely drained of color.