“Yuan Shi Tian Mo?” Ji E Tian Mo was shaken. The figure in the green robe before him seemed to have gained an ancient and obscure aura, making one instinctively want to bow the head and dare not look directly.
Although he had never heard of this Tian Mo title before, he could sense the depth, terror, and superiority hidden within these four characters just by their implication.
Yuan Shi meant the beginning, the origin. “Yuan Shi Tian Mo” was the ancestor of all Tian Mos, the source of inscrutable and malevolent thoughts!
Dong Dong Dong! The sound of a phantom heartbeat echoed in the chaos. Ji E Tian Mo’s soul trembled, his heartbeat quickened and grew heavier, uncontrollably accelerating, as if the aged man before him with white temples possessed the most ancient and primal heart, manifesting the earliest thoughts of greed, lust, darkness, and cruelty.
Descending into the mortal world, evil thoughts cannot be severed; as long as the mind does not perish, Yuan Shi shall endure!
Face after face, twisted, frenzied, or distorted, stared from every direction—above, below, front, and back—forming an indescribably eerie spectacle that sent chills down one’s spine. Ji E Tianmo steadied his mind with effort and scoffed, “What an overstatement!”
Daring to call oneself Yuan Shi Tian Mo!
He was a genuine master, and he realized immediately that his current state was abnormal. His emotions and thoughts were being provoked and amplified by his opponent, with negative feelings continuously surging. Combined with this strange and profound domain that kept “separating” him, weakening him, and conjuring one biased “self” after another to attack, his strength had likely diminished to less than half.
Ji E Tian Mo examined himself and instantly made a decision: gamble everything to create an opportunity to escape.
He was at an absolute disadvantage in timing, terrain, and support, with his mind full of vulnerabilities. If he didn’t flee now, when would he?
What an exaggerated claim! Before the words faded, Ji E Tian Mo’s body in the brocade robe became blurred. Behind him emerged a completely black demonic form, featureless—no eyes, nose, or mouth—entirely forged from solidified malice. Just seeing it made one unable to control dark thoughts within, leading to corruption and deviation.
Wu! Black winds scattered some of the “chaos,” and around the “Ji E Tian Mo Manifestation,” numerous scenes emerged—fathers killing sons, sons killing fathers, mothers abusing daughters, daughters abandoning mothers, senseless slaughter for pleasure, unimaginable torture, innocent infants with pure eyes being transformed alive into magical artifacts, and scenes of betrayal, greed, lust, and carnage. Being within this domain, even a slight misstep could send Ji E’s soul into madness, becoming a slave to desires, a true Tian Mo.
The black winds swept these scenes into itself, evolving into a realm of Tian Mo. Ji E Tian Mo’s right hand shimmered with cold light. He bent his finger and flicked, releasing a black beam. Shadows of fingers appeared from all directions, indistinguishable. It seemed as if they manifested from thoughts and evil, potentially real or fake—truth and falsehood together attacking Meng Qi.
Groans and wails continued. The seven emotions and six desires disrupted and influenced the opponent, creating opportunities.
In the chaos, there was no wind, and Meng Qi’s green robe did not stir. He lightly stepped forward, emotionlessly lifting his right hand. His palm, white and smooth like jade, fingers long and powerful, moved without force, gently descending, giving a strange sensation of omnipresence yet nowhere to be found.
“In the chaos, there is no good or evil; compassion and indifference are one and the same!”
At this moment, Meng Qi emitted a grand voice. Behind him appeared a strange Dharma manifestation. On the left was a golden giant Buddha, with a compassionate and merciful expression, while on the right stood a lofty, shadowy Taoist with cold eyes and dim light flickering within—representing the darkness of the human heart. Each occupied half, twisted together into one, contrasting sharply, extremely eerie and shocking.
The blowing black wind and revealed Tian Mo scenes instantly merged into the chaos, being embraced by it—neither good nor evil.
The greedy Ji E Tian Mo, the furious Ji E Tian Mo, the Ji E Tian Mo consumed by lust—all surged forth with this palm strike, making Ji E Tian Mo seem as if he were fighting against himself!
His finger shadows gathered, palm opening to reveal complete filth and blackness. Curses and corruption transformed into ropes, skillfully changing tactics to seize Meng Qi’s wrist.
The earlier Tian Mo domain was merely a distraction, drawing attention away—the real killing move was here.
Puu! Ji E Tian Mo grabbed Meng Qi’s wrist, but there was no sensation at all. It shattered like a mirage, vanishing into the chaos, while that jade-like white hand suddenly appeared before his forehead.
Bad! Was it his master’s domain that confused my judgment of distance and timing, or did this palm contain the highest Buddhist principle, neither on this shore nor the other, nor in the middle stream?
An old hand at the martial world with rich experience, at the crucial moment of being struck on the forehead, Ji E Tian Mo’s back skin suddenly tore, from which emerged a completely black figure, soaring upward in a desperate escape.
Pah! Meng Qi’s right hand struck Ji E Tian Mo, shattering the remaining human skin into pieces, like a cicada shedding its shell—escaping!
Ji E Tian Mo seized the opportunity, unleashing his full escape techniques, attempting to flee upward. Once he caught his breath, he would use his life-saving treasures.
At this moment, his eyes reflected the aged, refined figure in the green robe, the frosty white temples and half-smiling expression particularly noticeable, as his right hand leisurely bent a finger, preparing to flick.
“How could this be?” Ji E Tian Mo’s pupils constricted, feeling as if everything were an illusion. He was clearly flying upward, so why was he still in the same place?
Still in the same place!
He had already lost control of his mind. Shocked, the calm he had forcibly maintained finally gave way to a great wave.
At this moment, Meng Qi smiled faintly and flicked his finger:
“In chaos, there is no front or back; in Yuan Shi, there is no high or low.”
Although he had not yet reached this realm, trapping Ji E Tian Mo, whose mind was in turmoil, was no difficult task!
Dang! The crisp sound of a flicked finger rang out like a bell, melodious and clear. Ji E Tian Mo instantly felt his soul and spirit separate, his mind reeling as Meng Qi’s left palm descended from the heavens like a falling sky!
The white and powerful hand enlarged, and with a slap against Ji E Tian Mo’s forehead, shattered the protective dragon flame he instinctively unleashed, shattered his skull, and broke the bones throughout his body.
Dark light flickered, and Ji E Tian Mo’s figure appeared outside the chaos, wrapped in small banners covered with patterns. At the critical moment, relying on his life-saving treasure, his soul escaped alive. Flesh and blood could be regained, but his soul must never be endangered!
“Yuan Shi Tian Mo!” He gritted his teeth, filled with resentment and fear, preparing to flee far away.
Suddenly, his gaze froze, for above the clouds someone was looking down at him—green robe flowing, refined yet aged, frosty white temples, deep eyes seemingly emotionless yet filled with hidden feelings.
“Yuan Shi Tian Mo!” His heart screamed in terror, and he watched as the other raised his sleeve. The sleeve’s opening grew larger and larger, the chaos dark and deep, forming a world of its own.
Ji E Tian Mo, along with his escaping light, was sucked entirely inside!
Meng Qi flicked his sleeve behind his back, slightly shaking his head. His flesh began to ripple and shift. Soon, his appearance and aura changed. Still with frosty white temples and an aged, mature look, his features became plain, his soft hat replaced by a wooden hairpin, losing its refined air, but gaining a pale, crazed, and extreme expression—clearly another “Ji E Tian Mo.”
Gazing at his hands, Meng Qi soared toward the golden tent, silently sighing to himself. Without the shockwaves from Master Lu and Daoist Chong He’s sword confrontation with Gurdo, it would have required far greater effort to fully incite Ji E Tian Mo’s myriad thoughts using the “Yuan Xin Seal,” and the outcome would not have been nearly as effective.
With his current cultivation level, strength, and treasures, defeating or killing Ji E Tian Mo would not be difficult, but severely injuring and capturing him was quite challenging. It required a comprehensive strategy—both aura suppression and mental techniques—as well as meticulous preparations in advance to catch the opponent off guard. After all, even a master was no ordinary individual!
Landing at the green tent, Meng Qi entered with his hands behind his back, looking at the already restored female disciple, and calmly ordered, “In the future, if anyone asks, say that the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord was frightened off by Master Lu and Daoist Chong He and took advantage of the chaos to escape.”
“Yes, Master,” the woman in the pale blue dress still looked slightly dazed.
At a certain secret location, the soul lamp storage place of the Tian Mo Extinguishing Sect, Ji E Tian Mo’s glass lamp still flickered.
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