The road is vague

Chapter 353 Escaping the Secret Realm
Just as Wen Aoxing escaped from the Seven Star Corridor, the projection of the Evil Grass Great Witch also collapsed at the same time.

After a brief trembling scream, the dark green smoke from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth, along with the surrounding dark clouds, quickly dissipated. His body seemed to have been instantly emptied, leaving him incredibly aged.

A drop of the Great Witch's blood floated out from the body of this six-star warrior.

Li Mo quickly put it into the bottle, and at the same time summoned the hunchbacked warrior to attack the puppet. He was preparing to enter the vortex of the Boundary-Breaking Pearl and escape with the Peacock Saint Wen Aoxing when he heard the dazed old man in his sleeve scream urgently.

"Stop right now! Don't you want to get back to the Great Qian Dynasty as soon as possible?!"

"what?"

Li Mo's heart was pounding.

"Why are you in such a hurry? This passage won't collapse anytime soon. This ancient great shaman, fearing those evil spirits, has already fled back to the main seal. Now, there's only a thin membrane left before they meet again."

With the spatial vortex so close, Li Mo could even sense the aura of the Mountain and Sea Realm on the other side. He had gained a great deal this time. After seeing the Peacock Saint Son Wen Aoxing leave, he instinctively wanted to escape this place of trouble as soon as possible.

But the old man's words calmed him down.

Twenty years have passed since he left Daqian, and he misses everything about it every day.

Although he has now advanced to the Golden Core stage and made rapid progress, he is still incredibly insignificant and vulnerable in the face of the threat posed by the King of Assassins of the First Seven Organization. If he does not reach the Nascent Soul stage, returning to the Great Qian Kingdom will only lead to his death.

However, advancing to the Nascent Soul stage is extremely difficult.

Even with his exceptional talent and the help of the Composite Eight Trigrams Spirit Gathering Puppet and the Ethereal Spirit Eye Array, this lost sea area was simply not suitable for long-term cultivation by humans.

Not only are cultivation resources extremely scarce, but there is also a constant worry about invasions by demonic beasts.

If one were to forcibly remain here without considering the enlightenment of the Great Dao and the improvement of one's state of mind, it would probably take more than a hundred years, or even two hundred years, to accumulate magical power to the peak of the late Golden Core stage.

According to Lu Qi.

To reach the peak of the late Golden Core stage, one must also reach the so-called Perfect Realm before attempting to form a Nascent Soul. It was during the competition for this Perfect Realm between the two acting sect leaders, Sima Fu and Chen Shouyi, that Li Mo joined the Lingmu Sect.

A flurry of thoughts flashed through Li Mo's mind, and with cold sweat dripping down his forehead and him panting heavily, he gradually calmed down.

He swallowed hard and looked up at the sky.

Above the gray sky, twisted into a cylindrical shape, there was an irregular black crack resembling lightning, stretching to the horizon. Countless leaf-like sealing talismans were affixed to it to ensure that its aura did not leak out.

"You mean..."

The phantom of the Foolish Old Man, riding the Money-Stealing Rat, leaped up and stood on Li Mo's shoulder, looking up at the sky with him.

"In this degenerate age of the Mountain and Sea Realm, it is impossible to break free from the shackles of evil. Our worries about it are nothing but needless anxiety. Whether it is stronger or weaker, it is no longer an existence we can contend with. We should focus on the present and wait for the world to change in the future to seize a glimmer of hope. What I mean is to let your avatar fall one step further and complete that contract, inheriting the order of the evil god grass that the ancient witch clan has embedded in the Mountain and Sea Realm. You will only be sharing some scraps, and it will definitely agree. But for you, your situation may be completely different because of this, and your avatar will be able to improve rapidly as a result."

Offering the ancient shaman hidden here as a sacrifice to the evil spirits from beyond the heavens, even if he only receives scraps, would be enough to greatly benefit the true demon's avatar.

At the same time, the true demon clone does not need to worry about falling into depravity after becoming a cultist.

Li Mo remained silent.

If it were in the past, when he was still serving as the head of the banner in Bai'an County, he was pure of heart, acted with integrity and honesty, and could not tolerate any wrongdoing. He would never have agreed to this proposal.

But after twenty years of hardship and adversity at sea, he fled here in a sorry state and sought refuge, and his state of mind seemed to have changed a lot.

He experienced the pressures of life.

Just like my father and mother who used to make a living in Hua'an Town, they had to bow their heads in the face of life and choose to compromise and submit to hardship, no longer as sharp-edged as they were in their youth.

Li Mo was clearly persuaded.

He looked at the crack in the seal in the sky, a brief heat emanating from his eyes, imagining the day he would return to the Great Qian Kingdom to take revenge. Then he realized something and felt ashamed of his self-interest, but he did not regret it.

He is no longer the simple, idealistic person he once was.

Faced with the pressures of life, he chose to compromise and bid farewell to his once simple and idealistic life.

"Is this what maturity is?"

On one hand, he despises his choice to align himself with evil; on the other hand, he is willing to continue moving forward for the sake of profit.

"Then let the clone give it a try. If it succeeds, the world will be wide open. If it fails, we can just continue to live a life of ignominy."

A distortion appeared before Li Mo's eyes, and the True Demon Avatar materialized.

at this time.

The six-star warrior on the ground rose shakily.

His name was Agate. Looking at his aged skin, he felt no fear, but rather an excited smile, as if he were incredibly honored to have been possessed by the projection of the Evil Grass Great Witch.

Li Mo glanced at him indifferently and immediately understood everything.

The tradition of the Wu tribe is a culture that destroys alien civilizations and allows nature to breathe. Every member of the Wu tribe is not born for themselves; they all share common goals and ideals, and are fearless even in the face of death.

Although this witch warrior did not reach adulthood, he has already realized his value and meaning.

"It's you."

Agate looked at the true demon clone.

As the second fighter to enter the Ice Valley, he was one of only two fighters among the four six-star witch clan fighters to receive the mission of hunting down the True Demon clone after Mandala. Unfortunately, he was interrupted by the arrival of the blood of the Evil Grass Great Witch while he was still on the path of divination and pursuit.

The remaining two were killed by Peacock Saint Son Wen Aoxing in front of the Ice Valley.

Just as the true demon clone was about to draw the greatsword made of his spine, he heard Li Mo's main body let out a low sigh.

"Let me do it."

The true demon clone paused for a moment, then immediately understood what Li Mo was thinking, and nodded, saying, "I'll go complete the summoning contract."

Seeing that the True Demon clone was ignoring his weakened state and preparing to leave, Agate roared and stumbled towards the True Demon clone. But then Li Mo clasped his hands together, and a terrifying aura suddenly appeared.

"The Great Dao of Ethereal Sealing Technique".

An ancient, barren aura emanated from the void. Agate sensed this and stopped in his tracks. He turned his head blankly and looked at Li Mo, who was pointing his right hand at him.

It was as if a vague, ethereal box was slowly opened, revealing a dark crack.

Two distinct auras surged from the black crack and converged towards Li Mo.

All of a sudden.

The soil beneath his feet was rapidly eroded by an evil force, softening into a thick, black slurry.

The black mud instantly spread for hundreds of feet and continued to spread, with hands resembling those of drowning people constantly emerging from it, trying to grab a lifeline or drag whatever they grabbed into the bottomless abyss.

The air around Li Mo was enveloped in an aura of hope, causing his body to take on a faint golden hue, as if he were draped in a sacred cloak.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth from all directions continuously converged here, forming a visible vortex of spiritual energy.

A colossal mountain appeared between heaven and earth, and Misty Peak seemed about to return to the earth.

Li Mo's spiritual power continued to rise, and his right hand seemed to possess infinite mysteries as he approached the witch warrior, unimpeded by anything along the way.

Agate realized that she must not let the other party touch her, or she would surely die!

However, he was far too weak.

His punch, thrown with all his might, looked weak and was blocked by the constantly gathering protective aura.

At the same time, countless hands in the mud beneath his feet were frantically converging on him, as if grasping at a lifeline, but dragging him into an abyss of no return.

"Roar!"

Agate opened its mouth wide and spewed out a dark green demonic wind, but this demonic wind was dispersed by the pale golden light of hope surrounding Li Mo.

As Li Mo's right hand landed on the giant witch, the giant witch, filled with regret and resentment, quickly twisted and disappeared.

The black crack slowly closed, and all the images quickly disappeared.

"Two now."

After Li Mo closed the ethereal box again, he muttered to himself in a low voice.

Despite the setbacks and unexpected events, we finally achieved our goal.

He then quickly went to the True Demon clone and watched as it slowly wrote the evil contract in silver dwarf script.

The evil contract here is the same silver dart script contract written in the Valley of Abandoned Infants by the demon who was hiding in the Chen family in Bai'an County. However, the specific conditions have changed. He demanded that the evil god grass order of the evil grass shaman be kept for his own use.

The vast majority of these silver swan-like characters, especially the original ones, are possessed by Xi and hidden by him.

Therefore, these silver swan-like characters, which do not have the power to influence the natural world, will soon be sensed by it and disappear quickly.

Li Mo gave the true demon clone a deep look.

"The rest is up to you."

The gray-white eyes of the true demon clone calmly looked at Li Mo's main body. Although the two were from the same divine soul, there seemed to be some differences at this moment.

"Do not worry."

After receiving a response from the true demon avatar, Li Mo immediately plunged into the spatial vortex.

If the true demon clone succeeds, it will naturally return to the ethereal box and then use it as a springboard to reunite with him.

If it fails, it depends on the specific circumstances. Either the ancient great witch will kill them, or the contract will fail, and whether they can return to the Misty Box will depend entirely on fate.

Splash! Splash!

The sound of waves crashing against the mountain and sea, accompanied by the stench of the tide, rushed towards us.

Using the spatial properties of the Sky-Seizing Wings, Li Mo successfully emerged from the spacetime vortex, stood in the air, looked around, and confirmed his direction.

It's only a few dozen miles from here to Wushan Island, not far, but not close either.

The spatial passage behind them was slowly healing, and the Peacock Saint who had escaped first was nowhere to be found.

After a brief period of getting used to his surroundings, Li Mo suddenly felt unbearable pain all over his body. Only then did he notice and raise his head, noticing an indescribable, semi-transparent behemoth in the sky above, seemingly embracing a semi-transparent phantom star and intently gnawing at it on the edge of the mortal realm.

He seemed to hear a "click," a "click" sound.

The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, and all directions, are in disarray because of this. At this moment, countless extraterrestrial evil spirits are devouring the laws and order, mountains and rivers, karma and human vitality in the Mountain and Sea Realm.

At this time.

The indescribable behemoth suddenly stopped moving.

It seemed to sense something and glanced at the mortal realm.

"what……"

On Li Mo's skin, countless blisters instantly appeared, as if he were being scorched by heat and suffering irresistible damage. However, he was much stronger than when he was in the Eighteen Mountains. His longer lifespan had given him a more resilient physique, allowing him to withstand this kind of undefendable damage.

He grunted and then summoned the money-stealing rat.

"Squeak!"

As the money-stealing rat opened its mouth, Li Mo quickly hid inside.

Suddenly, the sea surface nearby changed dramatically. It seemed as if an earthquake had erupted on the seabed, forming a huge tsunami. The money-stealing rats ran wildly on the sea surface, trying to get closer to the town island. Only there was the closest place, and the most likely place for Li Mo to hide and avoid being spied on by the heavens.

Half an hour later.

The sea has returned to calm, but Wushan Island suffered a major disaster, struck by a tsunami, leaving the low-lying areas in complete disarray.

The newly appointed Elder, Worry-Free Grass, hurriedly organized a team to restore the island's natural ecology and save the ubiquitous flowers, plants, and trees.

(End of this chapter)