They watched as Li Mo vanished, realizing their sches had all been for naught, ending in death and the Dao disappearing.
No one harbored any resentnt.
All cultivators understood the terror of the Three Taoist Ancestors, yet they were powerless before the Master of Ti. If the latter had no reservations, the Immortal Realm would have long beco a wasteland.
Roar!!!
The Master of Ti howled to the sky, growing impatient.
Murderous intent flashed in His eyes as He fixed His gaze on the tattered Three Taoist Ancestors before Him.
Only scattered bubbles remained of the Yuanshi Tianzun; the severed body of the Lingbao Tianzun struggled to regenerate arm after arm; the Daode Tianzun had turned into a mass of rotten flesh.
"*****"
The Master of Ti flicked His tail, ti around Him halted, and the Ti Dao suppressed the Three Taoist Ancestors, His tongue piercing straight through Daode Tianzun.
The Three Taoist Ancestors could not resist, and nearly a thousand years of deadly battle seed to reach its end.
The Master of Ti was in no rush to kill the Three Taoist Ancestors, His gaze sweeping across the Immortal Realm, seeking the hidden Li Mo.
Yet to His surprise, Li Mo's aura had vanished into thin air.
By all logic.
Even if turned to ashes, so essence should linger, yet Li Mo had no trace of any presence, as if He never existed.
Subconsciously, the Master of Ti glanced toward the Endless Void.
"Stop looking, I'm here."
Li Mo's voice echoed in the Immortal Realm, startling the remaining cultivators.
The Master of Ti froze, then His body beca uncontrollable, and He realized that Li Mo seed to be within Him.
"I am the Master of Ti."
As soon as Li Mo spoke, the Master of Ti's flesh and bones began to disintegrate.
Billowing dust floated in the sky, emitting a ghostly green glow, and shortly after, it ford semi-real, semi-illusory lines.
The entire Immortal Realm was filled with boundless temporal lines.
The cultivators were baffled, yet it felt as if soone guided them from within, leading them to step out of the collapsed Erosion Cave.
The dazzling light of the ti lines caused the cultivators to fall into a daze.
"Cackle cackle…"
The Master of Ti emitted a sound. No matter how He struggled, He could not stop His own disintegration.
Moreover, He was horrified to discover that He could no longer sense the Ti Dao, which ant that once He died and the Dao disappeared, He would eternally fall into darkness.
The positions of the Master of Ti and Li Mo had completely reversed.
Li Mo even found it sowhat boring.
After hundreds of thousands of years of waiting, He had already truly achieved transcendence, and aspiring for the Ti Dao was not impossible.
The ti lines reordered themselves, forming a colossal inverted tree.
At the base of the tree was a throne.
Though it was within reach, the cultivators had the illusion that the throne resided at the unreachable Ti's End.
"I am…"
A majestic whisper arose, and the colossal tree of ti lines suddenly spread.
Covering the entire sky.
"I am the Master of Ti who governs ti."
The ti lines converged upon the throne, a figure erged, and a vast presence erupted, turning ti into a visible entity.
The Three Taoist Ancestors were unlike the Master of Ti; they had retained strength to resist.
Li Mo extended a fingertip.
All the Li Mo from all heavens and myriad worlds returned to the throne, appearing as countless Li Mo overlapping on that throne in the eyes of the cultivators.
Tian Changwen collapsed to the ground, laughing uncontrollably.
Si Rui's eyes bled tears, for Li Mo's current level was beyond the realm of the Heavenly Dao, reaching the status of[Taoist].
The cultivators felt relieved, the cataclysmic disasters should reach an end.
Li Mo nodded slightly toward Tian Changwen.
He noticed the fearful eyes of the cultivators, aware that although ti could be reversed, He could not return to past years.
"Tian Changwen, I will reshape the tiline, and the Heavenly Court will be entrusted to the Creation Sect."
Before Tian Changwen could respond, Li Mo willed ti to reverse.
The shattered Immortal and Mortal Realms began to piece together, and the cataclysm's scars were completely erased, mortals who died in the disasters returned to their hos, and cultivators were safe and sound.
Yet the spiritual energy did not beco pure.
Since the Endless Void was inherently chaotic and disordered, pursuing the Ancient Dao was unnecessary.
All worlds must undergo decline, adapting early to the mutated environnt would only benefit the beings of the Immortal and Mortal Realms.
Li Mo, like Jiang Ziya from the Investiture of the Gods, allowed the cultivators to replace the heavenly immortals.
Tian Changwen beca Emperor Taihao; Han Cai beca Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad; Chunyangzi beca Jiutian Thunder Venerable; Hu Wen beca The Queen Mother of the West…
As for the Western Buddha Realm, Li Mo left it entirely to the eleven of Si Rui to handle.
Once everything was completed, except for the cultivators of the Creation Sect, no other immortals realized that the Heavenly Court had undergone a complete transformation.
They were dressed in brocade robes, with immortal marks on their foreheads, bestowed by the Heavenly Dao's favor.
"Li Mo."
The cultivators had myriad words to say, yet were at a loss for how to begin.
Li Mo smiled without speaking.
He felt fulfillnt in body and soul, realizing that not a single companion who helped lay out a plan for millennia was left behind; all had found solace, a joy greater than any elevation in cultivation.
"I must leave now, we may et again in the future, or this farewell might be eternal."
Han Cai couldn't help but ask: "Where are you going?"
"To journey through the Endless Void."
"Since I began cultivation, I have always longed for carefree freedom, and now it seems to finally co true. The aning of attaining transcendence lies precisely there."
This was Li Mo's heartfelt expression, as well as the understanding of all Li Mos throughout ages regarding attaining immortality.
"Wait."
"Where is Senior Sister? Why didn't I see Senior Sister?"
Si Rui looked around. Those disciples of the Creation Sect left in the mortal world each beca a False Immortal, yet there was no sign of Zu Xiuyun.
"She is waiting for ."
Li Mo no longer lingered, discreetly urging the Ti Dao.
Whoosh.
The ti lines flowed.
Li Mo walked within the river of ti.
Upon reaching His destination, a spectacular view t His eyes.
The collapse of the Immortal Realm sent resplendent immortal spirit energy skyward, rging with the Endless Void, as if the aftermath of the Great Dao unfolded before Him.
Zu Xiuyun squatted atop the Immortal Mountain.
She had been keen on killing Chunyangzi, yet not long ago, they had passed each other. In desperation, she absorbed immortal spirit energy incessantly in cultivation.
Zu Xiuyun hoped to descend to the mortal world promptly, but the attempt only aggravated her injuries and led to deviation.
The Immortal Mountain lay fragnted, and she sat dazed on a clearing, her body and soul continually disrupted by uncontrollable mutation.
Facing death, Zu Xiuyun's heart brimd with unwillingness.
If only she had realized earlier that Chunyangzi resided in the Devil Sect's domain, she should have made her way there imdiately, even if it ant being discovered by the Demon Ancestor; better than regretting at the crucial mont.
"Sigh…"
Zu Xiuyun let out a long sigh.
Her oil-exhausted body and soul could no longer withstand the turmoil, the True Immortal Realm remained out of reach, and immortal spiritual power struggled to even protect her flesh.
mories flashed through Zu Xiuyun's mind.
She recalled eting Li Mo in childhood, guided step by step by her ntor to today, setting the transformative sche for the Master of Ti.
Truly to fail at her part…
"Descend, I must descend."
Zu Xiuyun coughed up blood, knowing the mortal world had indeed fallen, yet still clinging to the hope—what if Chunyangzi was alive, there might still be a chance.
Suddenly.
A surge of innate essence flowed into Zu Xiuyun's exhausted body.
"A Xiu, let's go."
"ntor…" Zu Xiuyun incredulously turned her head, finding Li Mo beside her, cloaked in a long robe of ghostly green strands.
Zu Xiuyun supported herself and stood, a hint of faintness on her lined face.
Li Mo unhesitatingly lifted Zu Xiuyun, her mutation halting abruptly.
Nurtured by the innate essence, Zu Xiuyun instantly reverted to the pri of her youth, her cultivation seamlessly achieving the Immortal Ancestor Realm, and the immortal spiritual power within her dantian stabilized effortlessly.
"A Xiu, I've let you attain the cultivation from a million years hence."
"But…"
Zu Xiuyun hesitated, understanding that Li Mo had successfully taken over, yet feeling as if He had progressed even beyond the Master of Ti.
"I will explain another ti, A Xiu, co, let us explore the Endless Void together."
Zu Xiuyun bead, nodding emphatically.
Li Mo tossed out a jade bottle.
The jade bottle imprisoned the Three Taoist Ancestors, then was swept into a corner of the Endless Void by the chaotic currents of ti.
Existences like the Three Taoist Ancestors, already entangled with certain Daos of the Endless Void, killing them would inevitably tie into ominous karmic threads.
The two disappeared without a trace.
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