The Master of Ti would not notice the addition of hundreds of mortals.
Li Mo wasn't sure if it would work, but a single idle move might very well reverse the situation.
"Has the remnant soul of the Demon Ancestor also turned into a Fake Soul Consciousness?"
Li Mo noticed that the slightly out-of-place Demon Ancestor was arguing incessantly with the other Li Mos.
The Demon Ancestor believed all of Li Mo's actions were aningless; the Heavenly Dao Realm was impossible to contend with the Master of Ti, whose power was unfathomable.
No matter the extraordinary ans, the end was destined.
"Huh."
With a thought, Li Mo conjured a lens ford by Divine Sense within his Mud Pill Palace.
The lens clearly displayed the external situation, even showing the destroyed tilines and the towering Master of Ti.
The oppressive aura brought by the Master of Ti suffocated all the Li Mos.
Aside from those traveling to various tilines, the other Li Mos set aside their tasks, focusing on the battle between the main body and the Master of Ti.
"Pointless."
The Demon Ancestor snorted coldly but stopped his nagging, staring intently at the lens to see if Li Mo could turn the tables.
Unexpectedly, after observing Li Mo for a long ti, the Master of Ti chose to continue devouring the Immortal and Mortal Realms.
The two seemingly stayed out of each other's way.
Li Mo did not rise until only a thousand miles of the Immortal and Mortal Realms remained.
The Master of Ti, in tacit understanding, ceased movents and shrank to crawl into the tiline.
The Demon Ancestor gasped in cold air.
He once witnessed, at so tiline, the Three Taoist Ancestors and Three Buddha Ancestors besiege the Master of Ti, equivalent to two Heavenly Dao Realms striking together.
Yet the Master of Ti was indifferent, rely stretching an arm into the Immortal Realm.
The Six Immortal Ancestors exhausted their ans, barely managing to severely wound the arm of the Master of Ti, which healed without warning in an instant.
For this reason, the Demon Ancestor completely abandoned the thought of opposing the Master of Ti.
Clearly, the Master of Ti regarded Li Mo as an equal, but what unknown peculiarity did the latter possess?
Equally possessing the Undying Golden Body, could it be that Li Mo utilized it more profoundly? Or was it that the Master of Ti valued Li Mo's Taoist Intent over ti?
The Demon Ancestor asked, "Divine Calculator, what are the odds for Li Mo?"
The Divine Calculator replied calmly, "For you, it's a certain death; for Li Mo, I dare say there's at least a fifty percent chance he'll survive."
"Turning the tables, at least thirty percent."
"His experiences are quite unremarkable; why is he the most peculiar Li Mo?"
The Divine Calculator couldn't be bothered to explain that the different ntal Realms of each Li Mo led to entirely different trajectories, with the main body possessing a Tao Heart willing to sacrifice for the greater good.
In the lens, Li Mo took a step.
The invisible ga had already begun, not as a direct confrontation, but from intersecting and misaligned tilines.
The Master of Ti manipulated the tilines.
Though unable to erase Li Mo directly, it could tug at one strand and affect the whole body.
"Ugh."
Li Mo groaned as his right arm turned to ash at an observable speed, with his blood and flesh bones deteriorating, signs of Death Disease spreading throughout his body, a stench filling the air.
"*****"
The head of the Master of Ti split into four, muttering provocatively.
The Demon Ancestor was lost, murmuring in confusion, "Li Mo's injury is..."
"The Master of Ti interfered with Li Mo from five thousand years ago, forcibly damaging his foundation then, indirectly resulting in today's severe injury to Li Mo."
The Demon Ancestor was speechless.
The Divine Calculator's scalp tingled, the Master of Ti was not an opponent the Heavenly Dao Realm could contend with.
Swish.
The Master of Ti's flower-shaped oral organ opened, its slender tongue darting towards Li Mo.
The speed was not fast, showing that the Master of Ti was far from invulnerable; its physical strength barely reached the level of the Heavenly Dao Realm.
As Li Mo's right leg vanished, he narrowly sidestepped.
"Damn, playing dirty, eh."
Li Mo wielded the Ti Dao, his consciousness flowing backward in ti, arriving at the node influenced by the Master of Ti, forcibly correcting the wrong process.
He had already closed off the Causality Cycle, making it impossible for the Master of Ti to erase him directly.
But it did not an he stood in an invincible position.
The Master of Ti could easily rewrite Li Mo's past experiences, turning opportunities dangerously perilous, like knocking over dominoes, reversing the future through trivial events.
"Fine, fine, fine, using ti as a chessboard to play a ga is it?!!"
Li Mo's eyes turned red, performing the Ti Dao to its utmost, locating affected events before the Master of Ti acted again.
He removed the influence of the Master of Ti, and his right leg naturally restored.
Clang.
[Sword Immortal Li Mo] appeared.
Li Mo drew a dragon-headed longsword from his spine, raising it to block the tongue.
The Master of Ti leisurely moved, continually stripping Li Mo of his organs.
While defending, Li Mo's consciousness could only restore order within the tiline, occasionally releasing Sword Qi imbued with Taoist Intent.
From appearances, their clash did not resemble anything like the Heavenly Dao Realm.
The moves were shockingly simple and straightforward.
The Master of Ti attacked, and Li Mo defended, maneuvering without the slightest killing intent, as if feeding moves, baffling all the Li Mos.
In truth, the degree of danger was beyond what outsiders could fathom.
Li Mo had to concentrate intensely, lest he missed changes in the tiline.
He even had to make sacrifices to preserve his combat power, indifferent to organ exhaustion or minor mutations.
As the exchange continued, Li Mo could empathize with the despair of the Six Immortal Ancestors.
Dealing with a monster like the Master of Ti, no matter how extraordinary the talent, reaching an unprecedented level of power, was to no avail.
It could find you in your youth and eliminate the problem at its root.
Having only just mastered the Ti Dao, Li Mo had rely acquired the qualification to compete, his strength still hard-pressed to threaten the Master of Ti.
His only hope was the Li Mos scattered across the tiline.
The Li Mos of past generations integrated into various forces, exerting their residual heat, but the weight of the chess pieces was insufficient to play a role, so they couldn't make any moves yet.
Once exposed, the Master of Ti would counter them in reverse order.
"No, I must turn the passive into the active."
"The Master of Ti completely acts as if teasing prey; if I remain a non-threat for long, it will eventually lose patience..."
Li Mo ignored the loss of organs, his Daoist robe turning pitch-black, with boundless demonic energy extending outward, swiftly followed by blood and flesh bones dissolving into a pervasive Blood Sea.
Centered on [Demon Ancestor Li Mo] and [Blood Flesh Hermit Li Mo], supplented by over a hundred Li Mos, [Blood Demon Li Mo] was born.
[Blood Demon Li Mo] was the pinnacle of Demon Cultivation, a result of countless simulations.
Li Mo's Body and Soul rged into the Blood Sea, and the Blood Sea comprised the Da Ai Mi Tian, ordinary ans could not shake it.
"*****"
Though Li Mo couldn't understand the words of the Master of Ti, he grasped the general aning.
The Master of Ti was praising the sweetness of his taste.
"Aren't you afraid of breaking all your teeth?"
"Switch to a different ti point!"
Li Mo wielded the Ti Dao, the surroundings becoming warped with light and shadow, then both arrived in the Deathly Silent Immortal Realm.
At this tiline, all forces had perished due to a great transformation of heaven and earth.
The Master of Ti allowed Li Mo to influence the tiline, lurking restlessly in the Endless Void.
Li Mo narrowed his eyes.
His consciousness quietly arrived at the source of the tiline, and after an interference, the subsequent environnt underwent earth-shattering changes.
The deeply buried Immortal Spirit Vein corrupted, and Plant Spiritual Materials turned into flesh.
The dense Blood Qi surged to the sky.
"Controlling the source of ti grants infinite possibilities."
The Master of Ti's body flickered, also exuding the aura of the Ti Dao, then countless pustules grew on the surrounding mountains, innurable Deceitful Objects were nurtured, surging towards Li Mo.
Among the Deceitful Objects were not only Daluo Golden Immortals, but even several at the level of Taoist Ancestors.
Upon sensing the Master of Ti's Ti Dao, Li Mo instinctively felt apprehensive, seemingly if he could devour the latter, his understanding of the Ti Dao would be one step further.
"Can the Master of Ti really be killed?"
"I might only have one chance to turn the tables; if the Master of Ti remains unkillable, I could end up as fish on the chopping board."
Li Mo suppressed distracting thoughts, vying with the Master of Ti for the source of the tiline.
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