Chapter 328
Luo Yexian was taken aback.
The members of the Huanmo Sect exchanged glances, their expressions grave.
How did he know this?
In an instant, the youth before them seemed to take on an air of unfathomable depth!
The fact that he had anticipated their arrival, and perhaps even orchestrated their meeting, was likely true.
If he harbored ill intentions, he could easily lay in wait with a group of followers...
The more they thought about it, the more alarmed they became.
Even their initial desire to confront him had significantly diminished.
At that moment, Li Mo took the initiative to invite them:
“As guests from afar, if you don’t mind, how about we move to the sect’s inner sanctum?”
With that, he turned and walked deeper into the peach blossom forest, as if he knew they would follow.
Luo Ye’s expression shifted slightly. He exchanged glances with several high priests of the Huanmo Sect before nodding.
They left a few behind to wait, while the rest followed Li Mo’s retreating figure.
“I’ve been here before; there was never a sect here,” one of the Huanmo disciples said, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
Luo Ye narrowed his eyes and asked, “May I ask why you are waiting here?”
“To guide you back to your roots,” Li Mo replied.
“Our Huanmo Sect has an ancient lineage; how could we possibly be a sect that learned from any celestial teachings?”
Though he couldn’t see through the person before him, Luo Ye still found it hard to believe.
These Huanmo disciples were seasoned practitioners.
Their sect was no ordinary one; not only did they have a reputation across the realms, but the deities they worshipped were genuine ascendants who had reached the higher realms!
They were true immortals!
Even the Dayu Dynasty, which ruled over the realms, wouldn’t dare to claim a lineage greater than theirs.
Yet Li Mo merely smiled, not engaging in debate, exuding an air of calm that was hard to decipher.
“Then let’s consider this a journey to broaden our horizons.”
“Up ahead is the mountain gate.”
“?”
Li Mo stopped before a narrow crevice in the mountain wall, barely wide enough for a single person to pass through.
This was the mountain gate of the Wanxiang Xianzong?
To call it a mountain gully was an overstatement; even a small sect in the wilderness wouldn’t use this as their entrance.
“Right, I remember there was never a Wanxiang Xianzong here,” the priest who had been here before remarked again.
“If we are here, then it exists,” Li Mo stepped into the mountain wall, his voice echoing back:
“If my master wishes, then everywhere under heaven can be the Wanxiang Xianzong. If you come again without fate, you won’t be able to enter.”
A certain monk from the Xuankong Temple felt a bit uneasy.
Wasn’t that his phrase?
It had to be that expert, Little Li, who slightly altered it, instantly elevating its prestige.
“Initially extremely narrow, it leads to a person; after walking several dozen steps, it opens up to a vast expanse.”
Just as Li Mo had said!
As they walked, the mountain wall suddenly widened.
Ahead!
It was light!
The members of the Huanmo Sect involuntarily halted, stunned in place.
In the distance, white clouds floated lazily, green mountains loomed, pavilions and towers were scattered like stars, intricately carved beams and painted rafters were arranged harmoniously, and between the pavilions, rainbow bridges connected, resting on clouds!
There were extraordinary beasts exhaling mist, and powerful figures whose realms were hard to fathom danced with thunder in the air!
What would it be like to bring the scenes of a xianxia world into a martial arts realm like this?
The Huanmo disciples were left dumbfounded!
Everything before them was a jarring assault on their imagination!
Li Mo turned back and bowed again:
“Please, everyone, suppress your realms to the Guanshen realm.”
“Why?”
Li Mo’s gaze was deep: “The higher your realm, the more you can perceive. Some things are better not encountered too early.”
“This…”
Luo Ye hesitated. If he hadn’t seen the miraculous scene before him, he would have refused outright.
But the immortal realm was right in front of him...
He couldn’t help but look up at the figure bathing in thunder.
“Oh, that’s one of my junior brothers. He has a natural affinity for thunder and takes a bath in heavenly tribulations every day.”
“!!!”
Bathing in heavenly tribulations?
What kind of terrifying realm must one possess to do such a thing?
And this being was merely the youth’s junior brother?
But this youth was clearly in the Guanshen realm... No, could it be that even the disciples of their own Wanxiang Xianzong had to suppress their realms to return to the sect?
What exactly was hidden within this sect...
Recalling the Holy Son of Huanmo’s instructions, Luo Ye finally nodded.
Li Mo let out a sigh of relief internally.
Those with higher realms simply couldn’t enter...
But once they were in, everything that followed would be much easier.
After all.
This was his world!
The next act he was to perform was set against the backdrop of an entire world!
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Chapter 358: Do You Want to Improve?
Ying Bing’s small boat circled back, standing on the flat vessel, her gaze fixed on the mountain wall.
Not far from her, several Huanmo disciples left behind to wait were trembling, a hint of regret creeping in.
Surely this holy maiden of the sect didn’t find them bothersome, did she?
What if she decided to take action against them? Where would they go to seek justice?
Unfortunately, they had no idea what the ‘Wanxiang Holy Maiden’ was truly thinking.
“He shouldn’t be in any danger…”
Ying Bing furrowed her brow.
These Huanmo disciples were at least in the Neijing realm, with some strong enough to be comparable to the leaders of provincial sects, and they came from an ancient demonic sect with unpredictable methods.
Wherever they were, they could easily stir up chaos, even attracting the attention of the Celestial Patrol to hunt down a major villain.
And he was merely in the Guanshen realm.
This was akin to dancing on the edge of a knife, trying to bargain with a tiger; one misstep could lead to disastrous consequences.
Yet, he had left the Buddha beads, which could take him to the Xuankong Temple, for himself...
“He said he could handle it alone.”
“At this moment, what I need to do is trust him... so he won’t have any worries.”
Ying Bing bit her lip, one hand absentmindedly rubbing the large-headed doll at her waist, while the other instinctively twirled the Buddha beads.
But if something were to happen...
Her serene eyes suddenly flickered with a mix of light and shadow, a hint of coldness flashing through.
“!”
The nearby Huanmo priests instinctively leaned back, their hairs standing on end, as if a sharp sword hung over their heads.
What are you doing with those Buddha beads?
Could it be that someone needs to be guided to the afterlife?
This Wanxiang Holy Maiden must have just harbored murderous intent, right? There’s no way she didn’t! Otherwise, why would they feel as if... killing evil spirits was as easy as squashing an ant?
...
In the small world.
“May I ask your esteemed name?”
“I am Hei Tu.”
“?”
“The first martial art I learned was the pictographic style of Bai Ze, so my master named me Hei Tu, which contrasts with Bai Ze.”
“Ah, I see.”
This was a setting created by a certain Little Li, drawing on his vast imagination from reading novels, resembling a celestial palace in the clouds—how could one describe it as anything but an immortal realm?
Li Mo walked ahead with his hands clasped behind his back.
Behind him, Luo Ye and the Huanmo priests followed cautiously, like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden, taking in everything around them.
They were thoroughly shaken by the experience of cultivation.
“If the Wanxiang Xianzong truly exists, why have we never heard of it?”
Luo Ye was equally astonished, but his cautious nature kept him somewhat skeptical.
He thought it best to probe discreetly, but he mustn’t offend the other party too much...
As Li Mo walked ahead, the fur on his neck gently swayed.
Hmm...
These Huanmo disciples were indeed cautious.
But fortunately, Little Li’s preparations went far beyond this!
As they continued, a figure appeared in the jade-colored pavilion ahead, radiating an aura like the rising sun, illuminating everything around.
The Huanmo disciples, having trained in demonic martial arts, felt a chill akin to ice meeting the blazing sun upon seeing this person.
“Who is this?”
“This is Senior Brother Jin Wu,” Li Mo introduced them.
“!!!”
Including Luo Ye, the Huanmo disciples felt as if they had been struck by lightning.
Jin Wu!
It was actually Jin Wu!
It was known that the late Han Zhen often lamented in life that he had never been able to find the ancestral spirit of Jin Wu!
In the Da Shang clan, Jin Wu was the most radiant divine intent on the bronze divine tree!
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