The Tao cannot be named, it is too supreme.

The world is blurred, everything is empty, only the mysterious monument is eternal.

Time, space, life and death...all the laws of heaven and earth seem to have become nothing in front of this monument.

Its existence seems to be the source of all dharma sects, and the source of everything comes from here.

"What's this!?"

Li Mo murmured, feeling the unprecedented power. He walked toward the monument as if on a pilgrimage. However, no matter how far he walked, the mysterious monument was always out of reach.

The supreme being is like an ancient god, facing him from a distance and untouchable.

Rumble…

Suddenly, a deafening sound suddenly resounded, and the group of monuments suddenly shook, as if they had been corroded in some way, becoming mottled and ancient, and cracks appeared on the monuments.

Immediately afterwards, Li Mo's expression suddenly changed, and he seemed to see the world, time and space, chaotic and separated...

Long black rivers come and go from nowhere, criss-crossing, and distributed in the vast world.

Countless creatures are sinking into the long black rivers. They are wandering, shouting, and struggling...

In the blink of an eye, the soldiers withered one by one, and their shattered remains were floating in the vast world. Countless corpses were being annihilated. Everything as far as the eye could see was the appearance of death and decay.

Rumble…

Suddenly, the criss-crossing black rivers boiled violently. Like evil dragons rising into the sky, they flew up in unison and surged into the depths of the chaotic world.

There, a high mountain rises, like a divine scourge, blocking heaven and man, and annihilating Taixu.

Long black rivers surge and roar, converging here, constantly impacting the high mountain that looks like a majestic pass.

Time, space, life and death, yin and yang...all the laws are eclipsed in front of those long black rivers. Their power exceeds the principles of law, and they move forward indomitably and unstoppably.

Rumble…

The earth, wind, water and fire surged, seeming to break through the chaos of heaven and earth and swallow up the mysterious and ancient mountain.

At this moment, a temple appeared on the top of the mountain. Although it was not big, it showed the vicissitudes of time.

The desolate temple seems to have been abandoned long ago, the incense has been cut off, and it has disappeared from the world.

However, at this moment, the terrifying divine light rose from the deserted temple like a pillar of heaven, illuminating the vast world and terrifying the long black river.

"That's..."

At this moment, Li Mo could see clearly that in the deserted temple, on top of the broken altar, there were actually three seats, two of which were shining with mysterious light, boiling like saints.

Holding the magic sword together, his energy returned to the beginning, and the mysterious light around his body boiled, as if the sun was setting on the Cangshan Mountain, and the world was shaking. There was a big dog lying next to him, sticking out his tongue, and looking at the outside of the temple indifferently with cold eyes.

On the other side, standing behind him was the immortal monument with the word "Tai Shang" on it. His temperament was naturally empty, but he was holding a small stove in his hand, and a cloud of pure air was suspended above the heavenly spirit.

As for the empty seat next to it, it was a mass of black paint, and there seemed to be a looming figure, but it was difficult to see clearly due to the dark light alone.

Rumble…

The small temple floated on the top of the mountain, and the divine light soared into the sky, shaking the vast world. The long black rivers suddenly shrank, as if encountering a great terror, intertwined with each other, and roared with fear and anger.

Facing such a strange and shocking sight, Li Mo was so shaken that he could hardly control himself.

At this moment, the figure with the empty monument behind him in the center of the temple slowly turned and looked towards Li Mo.

"Um!?"

That figure seemed to be natural, like the incarnation of heaven and earth. The clear spirit was floating around, and the face could not be seen clearly. All living beings, all strange and strange, seemed to be his incarnation.

Suddenly, the figure actually raised his finger towards Li Mo, and the word "Tai Shang" on the monument behind him shone brightly.

"We're waiting for you!"

The simple four words fell into Li Mo's mind, but they exploded like thunder. Almost at the same moment, he saw the long black rivers running through the vast world, all annihilated under the divine light of the deserted temple.

The chaotic world was also shattered at this moment, the earth, wind, water, and fire surged, and everything was destroyed, as if it had returned to chaos.

The scenes in front of us also seemed to be turned into ruins and disappeared one after another. As for the temple high above, it was even harder to see it again.

"etc……"

Li Mo's expression suddenly changed, and he took a step forward, subconsciously wanting to chase the temple. However, when he came back to his senses that day, he was still surrounded by the thick fog.

In Ailao Mountain, there are rugged mountain roads and thick fog.

"Master...Master..."

At this moment, Zhu Gang's hyena's voice came from not far away, pulling Li Mo back from his thoughts.

"What the hell!?"

Li Mo looked strange and thoughtful. The strange experience just now was just a blurry illusion, or was he just like the demon ape more than nine hundred years ago, falling into a secret beyond the independent time and space!?

"This Ailao Mountain is really not a serious place..." Li Mo murmured softly.

He knew very well that when he reached this state, it was difficult to lose his mind and fall into an illusion.

"Master...Master..."

At this moment, the sound of Zhu Gang's hyena sounded again, getting closer and closer.

"I'm here……"

Li Mo suppressed his chaotic thoughts and responded aloud.

Soon, Zhu Ganghye followed the sound and came over.

"I finally found it...Master, there is something strange about this fog."

"I heard someone say when I was in Xuantian Pavilion that there is often heavy fog in some ancient mountains. It is the breath of the mountain god. Once caught in it, even monks can easily get lost." Li Mo said casually.

"Mountain God Breathing!?" Zhu Gangxi was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became weird.

"In ancient times, when civilization was not yet established, education was not spread, and the world was ignorant, many mortals regarded the monsters and ghosts that lurked in the mountains as mountain gods, and worshiped their power, with both awe and yearning..."

"The so-called Mountain God's Breathing is actually a method for these demons and ghosts to understand the world and breathe in and out. The Tao is natural and mysterious inside..."

At this point, Li Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold meaning was reflected in the depths of his pupils.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What the master means...is there a powerful demon hidden in Ailao Mountain? It can disturb the sky and make the breath turn into mist!" Zhu Gangxi couldn't help but said.

Buzz…

Suddenly, Li Mo's arm trembled slightly, and a terrifying sword intent rose from his palm, and the terrifying wave spread to the entire Ailao Mountain.

In an instant, the wind and clouds shook, and the strange mist around them suddenly dissipated, as if it was blown out by the sword energy, and disappeared into the mountains.

"Qingping Sword!"

Zhu Ganghui moved slightly. At that moment, his energy suddenly appeared, and he felt a terrible power hidden deep in Li Mo's body.

He knew that it was the holy weapon [Qingping Sword] trained by Li Mo.

The power of the floating world has the power to change the world.

The so-called holy soldiers are so extraordinary that they can even change mountains and rivers, geomantic patterns, move stars and constellations, and trigger celestial phenomena.

According to legend, all holy weapons have the spirit of creation. Each holy weapon is unique and almost difficult to destroy. Even if it is damaged, it can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and recover independently.

To a certain extent, it is like a living being and can even practice on its own.

In the ancient times, only by possessing holy soldiers could one truly establish a sect and call it a great religion.

Compared with spiritual soldiers, holy soldiers not only have the power to shock mountains and rivers, but also have the simplest will. They are almost not dominated or controlled by others except their own masters.

Therefore, every holy weapon cannot leave its master. Once they lose their master, their power will no longer be suppressed.

Just like Li Mo, for Qingping Sword, he is like the scabbard.

In the whole world, among all living beings, he is the only one who can restrain the edge of Qingping Sword.

Otherwise, once this holy weapon is released, it will be enough to split the entire Ailao Mountain alive.

"This is the power of the holy soldiers!"

Zhu Ganghe could not hide the look of envy in his eyes. Although his [Shangbaoqin Golden Rake] had an extraordinary origin and used mysterious materials, it was still in its prime after all, and compared with a real holy weapon, it was still a little far behind.

"Old Zhu, your rake is also extraordinary, and it is not impossible to be promoted to a holy soldier."

Li Mo seemed to have seen Zhu Gangxi's thoughts, put away the fierce power of [Qingping Sword], and spoke softly.

"Promoting to a holy soldier is not easy." Zhu Ganghe couldn't help but sigh.

Although Shangbaoqin Golden Raker has the potential to be promoted to a holy soldier, it is still unclear how much time and how many opportunities will be taken to turn this potential into reality.

"Um!?"

At this moment, Li Mo raised his eyebrows and looked forward with his eyes like swords.

"What's wrong!?"

Before he finished speaking, Li Mo stepped out into the Ailao Mountain. Zhu Ganghe saw this and followed closely behind him.

After a while, the two came to a mountain col, and the strong smell of blood hit their faces, dyeing the bright moonlight into red.

"Someone fought here..." Zhu Ganghe raised his eyebrows and arched his nose: "The big demon..."
To be continued...