In the peach blossom grove, a certain Little Li, who had transformed his appearance using the Seventy-Two Transformations, emerged unhurriedly. He wore the pure white robes of the Pure Yang Sect, with deer antlers atop his head. This time, he had taken the form of a Bai Ze, its neck adorned with a delicate ring of fine fur, its gaze clear and penetrating as if it could see through one’s soul.
With hands clasped behind his back, he walked upon rippling green waves, his white robes fluttering in the wind. His demeanor was scholarly, serene, and utterly composed—a stark contrast to the Saintess of the Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect.
Li Mo smiled at the disciples of the Summoning Demons Sect and asked,
"Have you come seeking me?"
The best actor and actress of the Qingyuan Sect were now performing on the same stage! (And the ice-cold one wasn’t acting.)
One played the stern role, the other the gentle one. First, the seemingly unfathomable, frosty Saintess of the Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect took the lead, putting immense pressure on their opponents. Then, the reasonable junior brother made his entrance, offering them a way out. This one-two punch was enough to leave anyone reeling.
Luo Yexian glanced at the gaunt middle-aged man beside him, who nodded in response.
The direction where the power of all living beings converged was indeed this young man before them.
His heart skipped a beat as he looked at Ying Bing. The woman’s piercing gaze made his skin crawl—he had a feeling that if he dared utter a single "no," his head might roll.
"Indeed," Luo Yexian replied, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
After all, their orders were to probe cautiously. Without knowing the depths of their opponent’s strength, he dared not rashly escalate tensions.
Only then did the Saintess of Myriad Phenomena avert her gaze.
A lone leaf boat drifted once more with the rippling currents, carried downstream.
Only after she had temporarily departed did the Summoning Demons Sect disciples exhale in relief.
"You knew we would come?" Luo Yexian finally realized.
The fact that they had been deliberately greeted meant their visit had been anticipated!
Li Mo remained relaxed, as if completely unguarded, and nodded with a smile.
"If I hadn’t wished to see you, how could you have found me?"
Hiss…
The implication of his words sent a chill down their spines. Had he known they were coming and deliberately leaked his aura?
They had assumed they were the ones tracking him!
"Luo Yexian, Hall Master of the Summoning Demons Sect, relative of the Summoning Demons Saint, at the sixth level of the Outer Scenery Realm. Unfortunately, limited by innate constraints, you’ve long sought the opportunity for a Dharma Body breakthrough but have yet to succeed. Am I correct?"
Luo Yexian: "!!"
How did he know?!
Li Mo chuckled and continued,
"And your mahjong etiquette is terrible."
"!!!!?"
Luo Yexian’s face paled in shock.
The Summoning Demons Sect disciples exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions grave.
How did he even know that?
In an instant, the young man before them seemed infinitely more enigmatic.
If he had known of their arrival in advance—even deliberately led them here—then it was almost certainly true.
Had he harbored ill intent, a simple ambush would have sufficed…
The more they thought about it, the more their hearts trembled.
Even their initial intention to demand answers had significantly weakened.
Li Mo then extended an invitation.
"Guests from afar, if you don’t mind, why not accompany me into our sect?"
With that, he turned and strode deeper into the peach blossom grove, as if certain they would follow.
Luo Yexian’s expression shifted. After exchanging glances with several high priests, he finally nodded.
They left a few disciples behind to wait while the rest followed Li Mo’s retreating figure.
"I’ve been here before. There was no Immortal Sect here in the past," one of the Summoning Demons disciples muttered, his voice laced with doubt.
Luo Yexian narrowed his eyes.
"Might I ask why you deliberately waited for us here?"
"To guide you back to your roots, to reclaim your origins."
"Our Summoning Demons Sect has an ancient lineage, stretching back through the ages. How could we possibly have derived our teachings from some Immortal Sect?"
Though he couldn’t see through the man before him, Luo Yexian still found it hard to believe.
These disciples were all seasoned veterans of the demonic path.
Their sect was no ordinary entity—not only did it span the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, but their teachings proclaimed that the deities they worshipped had truly ascended to the upper realms!
Those were genuine immortals!
Even the Great Yu Dynasty, ruling over the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, couldn’t claim a more illustrious heritage.
Yet Li Mo merely smiled, exuding an unfathomable calm, as if none of this warranted debate.
"Then consider this a journey to broaden your horizons."
"The sect’s entrance lies just ahead."
"?"
Li Mo stopped before a narrow crevice in the mountain wall, barely wide enough for a single person to pass through.
This was the entrance to the Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect?
Calling it a mountain gully would be generous. Even the most rustic minor sects wouldn’t use something like this as their gate.
"See? I told you there was no Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect here before," the disciple who had visited before muttered again.
"Now that we’re here, it exists."
Li Mo stepped into the crevice, his voice echoing back:
"If my master wills it, anywhere under heaven can become the Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect. Should you lack the fortune next time, even if you return here, you won’t find it."
A certain divine monk from the Hanging Temple would’ve choked on his tea.
Wasn’t that his line?
Leave it to Little Li, the expert in public displays of grandeur, to tweak it just slightly and instantly elevate the mystique.
"At first, it was narrow, barely passable. After a few dozen steps, it suddenly opened up."
Just as Li Mo had described!
As they walked, the mountain walls gradually widened.
Ahead—
Light!
The Summoning Demons Sect disciples halted in their tracks, stunned.
In the distance, white clouds drifted lazily, verdant peaks stretched endlessly, and pavilions dotted the landscape like stars. Towers and halls stood in harmonious disarray, connected by rainbow bridges resting upon clouds!
Mythical beasts breathed mist and fog, while cultivators of unfathomable strength danced amidst thunderbolts in the sky!
What would it be like to transplant the wonders of an immortal world into the martial world of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?
The Summoning Demons Sect disciples were utterly dumbfounded!
Everything before them shattered the limits of their imagination!
Li Mo turned back and bowed slightly.
"Please suppress your cultivation to the Observation Divine Realm."
"Why?"
Li Mo’s gaze deepened. "The higher your realm, the more you will perceive. Some things are best left untouched… for now."
"This…"
Luo Yexian hesitated. Had he not witnessed this miraculous sight, he would’ve refused outright.
But the immortal realm lay before him…
His eyes drifted upward to the figure bathing in heavenly thunder.
"Ah, that’s one of my junior brothers. Born with a Thunder Body, he bathes in heavenly tribulation daily."
"!!!"
Bathing in heavenly tribulation?
What kind of monstrous strength was required for such a feat?
And this was merely his junior brother?
But the young man before them was only at the Observation Divine Realm… Wait—did even the disciples of the Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect have to suppress their cultivation to return?
What secrets did this sect hold…?
Remembering the Summoning Demons Saint’s instructions, Luo Yexian finally nodded.
Li Mo exhaled inwardly in relief.
Anyone stronger than him couldn’t enter in the first place…
But once inside, the rest would be much easier.
After all…
This is his world!
And the entire realm is about to play along with his performance!