Time rewound to several months ago, when Mo Jiuming left Wu Wei Tower and returned to the Mo family.
Mo Sanjia, the sixteenth generation heir of the Mo family, had just been elected as the new clan leader.
Though not yet publicly announced, he was acting as the clan leader in all but name.
Only waiting for the auspicious day three months later to hold the official succession ceremony and take office publicly.
Upon seeing Mo Jiuming’s return,
the first question Mo Sanjia asked was, “Where is Shi Zhenxi?”
Mo Jiuming wanted to explain the full story and all the background,
but Mo Sanjia showed no interest in listening.
He only wanted one result:
Was Shi Zhenxi dead? Had the ancestral sword pearl been retrieved?
Mo Jiuming answered immediately, “Shi Zhenxi is dead. The ancestral sword pearl is missing!”
Hearing this,
a look of disdain flashed in Mo Sanjia’s eyes.
He then swept his sleeve and strode off,
leaving behind a label:
Useless trash!
Mo Jiuming felt deeply wronged.
After chasing Shi Zhenxi for so many years, risking his life nine times over,
all he got was the name “trash.”
This instantly crushed his fighting spirit.
Mo Jiuming locked himself in his blessed land and got drunk to oblivion.
Yet he still could not dispel his frustration.
At that moment, a man emerged from the shadows.
“Mo family kid, drinking won’t solve your problems. There is only one way to solve any problem in this world.
That is to have absolute power.
If you have absolute power, you can prove yourself before all Mo family members.
And you can make that mysterious useless Mo Sanjia roll aside forever!”
This was the first meeting between Mo Jiuming and Lü Zhixing.
Looking at this unfamiliar man, Mo Jiuming was full of caution and quickly asked who he was.
Lü Zhixing tossed a secret manual to him, smiling lightly:
“Who I am doesn’t matter.
What matters is I can help you gain power.
But it depends on your choice.
If you want to be trampled under Mo Sanjia’s feet your whole life, become the trash everyone talks about,
then just forget what I said!”
Mo Jiuming glanced at the nameless immortal art on the ground.
When he looked up again, Lü Zhixing had already vanished.
Such a strange scene made Mo Jiuming seriously doubt whether he was hallucinating from too much drinking.
Yet the immortal manual in his hand felt so real.
After much thought,
Mo Jiuming immediately began practicing this immortal technique.
Even if it was a trap, he didn’t care.
Better to be despised by family immortals than to live a miserable life.
But the truth proved the technique was extraordinary.
In just one night, Mo Jiuming felt one foot stepping beyond early Golden Core Realm.
With continued cultivation, breaking through was as easy as drinking water.
Still, Mo Jiuming hesitated over the manual for a long time.
Then he left the Mo family.
This did not mean giving up on the immortal technique,
but rather starting true cultivation following its guidance,
even if it meant plunging into the abyss.
Strictly speaking,
this was an evil technique.
It used the fear of dying immortals as nourishment to strengthen itself.
The methods might be cruel,
but the effect was excellent.
Mo Jiuming was extremely lucky.
At that time, the Three Corpses Hall and Taiyan Dao were fiercely fighting,
making it easy to collect the dying fears of those immortals.
Mo Jiuming hid himself far away,
forcibly extracting fear generated from their two battles.
Hundreds of immortals had fallen.
This truly launched Mo Jiuming like a rocket.
His cultivation speed was fast and fierce.
Most importantly, it was safe—no one came looking for trouble.
For him, this was the best era.
In just about two months,
Mo Jiuming forced his cultivation to late Golden Core Realm.
Of course, this was the peak.
The evil technique was incomplete, able to reach only late Golden Core Realm.
Mo Jiuming only needed to return to the Mo family.
At night when all was quiet,
Lü Zhixing’s figure appeared again.
“The feeling of power, isn’t it great? Cooperate with me, and I’ll let you have more and stronger power.
Then you can become head of the Mo family and lead the entire family to glory!”
Such tempting words did not excite Mo Jiuming.
He coldly looked at Lü Zhixing and spoke of the latter’s history.
Lü Zhixing, Left Dharma Protector of the Three Corpses Hall,
had slaughtered immortals in the central Heavenly Realm over 29,000 years ago.
Mo family’s eleventh generation ancestor Mo Li sacrificed himself to seal him in the Gunlong Wall Diagram,
trapped for all eternity.
Never to be freed.
“I never expected that in less than 30,000 years,
you could appear before me in spirit form.
But I suppose that’s all.
You probably cannot stray far from the Gunlong Wall Diagram,
at most within the Mo family’s domain.
Otherwise, you wouldn’t have found me.”
Lü Zhixing was calm in reply.
“You’re right.
I am Lü Zhixing.
But so what?
Our identities should not affect cooperation.
I give you power to step into the Immortal Lord stage.
You help me break the seal and return my freedom.
Isn’t that a win-win?
If you have doubts, I can swear—
as long as you help me break the seal,
I promise not to harm any Mo family member.
I will leave central Heavenly Realm forever and never return!”
In the end,
Mo Jiuming resisted temptation,
did not enter the forbidden area to break the Gunlong Wall Diagram’s seal.
Nor did he reveal Lü Zhixing’s appearance to anyone.
Perhaps it was his fallback.
Lü Zhixing was pleased, often appearing around Mo Jiuming.
Later,
the ghost immortal aura appeared.
Mo Sanjia insisted on handing over the huge ice block.
Mo Jiuming opposed it,
influenced by Lü Zhixing.
This was the key to the Mo family’s rise,
absolutely not to be handed over.
Mo Sanjia was ignorant and tyrannical.
Under him, the Mo family would decline.
He must be overthrown,
and only you can lead the Mo family to glory.
Thus came the turmoil,
and Mo Jiuming became the family head.
Yet to this day,
Mo Jiuming has never broken Lü Zhixing’s seal.
But now,
Mo Jiuming could no longer hold on!
He firmly believed only he was the key to the Mo family’s rise.
He must not die here.
Even if he plunged into the abyss, made deals with evil immortals, and bore a bad reputation,
he had to survive!
Mo Jiuming took a palm-sized jade token from his storage ring.
Suddenly smashed it.
In an instant,
a brilliant light surged from the Mo family’s rear straight to the sky.
Then the ground trembled violently.
Lü Zhixing held his face with both hands, trembling all over.
Then burst out laughing:
“Finally, out!”
