Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 390 'Nascent Soul Old Monster' Heroes Mo Yu

When He Yuegu regained her senses from the scorching ground and opened her eyes again, she found that the surrounding environment had changed drastically.

This appears to be a Buddhist temple.

The hall was empty and desolate, yet filled with endless scorching yang energy, making even a Foundation Establishment cultivator like her feel the heat.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw directly in front of her a four-armed Bodhisattva, over ten meters tall, with a dignified and solemn appearance and lowered eyes. Behind him, magnificent feathers spread out like a canopy, resembling a peacock spreading its tail.

He Yuegu only glanced at it, but she could sense a powerful avian demon soul lurking within, seemingly possessing the terrifying ability to incite hatred and resentment in people's hearts.

What alarmed her even more was the strange inscriptions, resembling Buddhist scriptures, that covered the golden statue of the Bodhisattva.

When her gaze fell on the inscription, she felt an inexplicable pull, causing the spiritual energy within her body to circulate!
This discovery terrified her, and she immediately lowered her head, no longer daring to look up.

Then, she saw a somewhat familiar figure dressed in a dark Taoist robe, standing with his hands behind his back, quietly gazing up at the statue of the Peacock King Bodhisattva.

For some reason, when He Yuegu's gaze fell on that figure, she felt a moment of disorientation.

What she seemed to see was no longer a person, but a magnificent purple sun hanging high in the sky, exuding a sense of timelessness and vastness!
The figure seemed to sense her awakening and turned to look at her.

With just one glance, He Yuegu's heart almost stopped beating.

She discovered that the man in front of her bore a striking resemblance to the boy who had nearly killed her—more than nine-tenths similar.

However, he looked a few years older, having shed all his youthful naiveté and inexperience, and gained a more dignified air that came naturally from being in a high position for a long time.

Combined with the scorching yang energy naturally emanating from him, and the dense, almost black, misty purple aura... the oppressive feeling he exerted on her was several times stronger than that of the late-stage Core Formation uncles and elders in the sect!
'Oh no... Could this be the Nascent Soul stage monster behind that kid?!'

He Yuegu inwardly groaned, hurriedly rose, and knelt before the group of heroes, kowtowing several times.

"This humble concubine, He Yuegu, greets Senior! I kneel in gratitude for Senior's mercy in sparing my life! Previously, this humble concubine was blind and offended Senior's son. This humble concubine is willing to accept any punishment that Senior may bestow, without any complaint!"

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, glanced at her sideways.

These demonic witches are all cunning and scheming.

He first expressed gratitude for not being killed, and then proactively brought up the matter of punishment. His will to survive is truly strong.

"That's enough. Don't smash the floor of this palace."

Upon hearing this, He Yuegu was overjoyed, knowing that her life was most likely saved.

He immediately stopped kowtowing, but remained in the prostrate position, not daring to raise his head.

Only now did she suddenly realize that her terrible injury, which had pierced through her and damaged her lungs, seemed to have completely healed, and she could not feel any pain at all.

What shocked and terrified her even more was that she didn't know what kind of restriction this Nascent Soul cultivator had placed on her.

Even though her divine sense was still usable and the remaining spiritual energy in her body was still functioning normally, she... she could no longer sense even a trace of spiritual energy from this world!
It's like... a mortal without spiritual roots!

He Yuegu bit her lip tightly, and the cold sweat on her back instantly soaked her black gauze dress.

If one is no longer able to sense any spiritual energy, is unable to continue cultivating, and even if one uses a portion of the spiritual energy within their body, that portion will be permanently depleted...

For any cultivator who has embarked on the path of immortality, this is simply the cruelest and most despairing torture!
It would be better to just kill her!
The oppressive gaze of the chivalrous Mo Yu fell upon her, making He Yuegu feel a suffocating sensation, as if she could hardly breathe.

"It seems there are no problems. However, when it comes to manipulating people's hearts, Qin Shi is definitely better at it."

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, stared at her for a long time, muttering to himself.

This was the first time he had ever used his dual hands to manipulate other people's souls and alter their memories.

Although he had thoroughly studied the theoretical knowledge, he had almost no practical experience.

Moreover, He Yuegu comes from the mortal world, a world of high magic, and her soul and body are fundamentally different from those of the otherworld.

However, it's not a big problem.

He simply followed the experience shared by Qin Shi and placed a few thought-imprint-like hints deep within her soul.

With He Yuegu having seen him with her own eyes, she was allowed to imagine and confirm the "fact" that behind the mortal Mo Yu, there was indeed a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator.

In this way, the probability of her betraying him is almost negligible.

"Eat it."

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, casually took out a pill, flicked it with his finger, and it landed in front of He Yuegu.

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He Yuegu didn't ask any questions, nor did she dare to hesitate for a moment. She picked up the pill and swallowed it directly.

However, judging from her constant scanning of her body with her divine sense, and her nervous observation of the changes in the medicine's effects, it was not hard to tell that she was actually terrified.

Even so, she forced a smile and bowed in gratitude:

"Thank you very much, senior... for the medicine."

"This pill can help you advance one minor realm, reaching the late stage of Foundation Establishment. I am honored by your thanks."

He Yuegu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. Such a good thing? She had thought it was a poison pill given to control her.

But then, Mo Yu, one of the heroes, spoke again, unhurriedly and leisurely:
"However, helping people break through is just a side effect of this pill."

"Helping you break through is simply to allow the medicinal power to be completely absorbed by your body and spiritual root without any resistance, so that they become one from now on."

"If you do not receive my specially made antidote for a long time... your spiritual root will wither away little by little until you can no longer feel any spiritual energy in this world and you will be completely reduced to a mortal."

He Yuegu's pupils contracted!
While trembling with fear, I also felt a strange sense of peace.

This is just right.
This is the style of conduct that a master of the demonic path should have!
"I think I don't need to remind you what to do, do I?"

"This humble servant understands! This humble servant will... will definitely serve you well, my lord, and will never dare to have any disloyal thoughts!"

He Yuegu lowered her head even further, completely submitting to Mo Yu's tyranny.

"very good."

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, nodded: "Don't resist in the slightest, otherwise, you know the consequences..."

He took out an identical sac from his hand.

He Yuegu tried her best to suppress her instincts, letting a subtle force completely envelop her body.

Although this force was so fragile that she could break free with a single thought, she was still conscious when she was sucked into the Devouring Pouch.

Mo Yu, a member of the group of heroes, casually sent it back to the mortal world through the chat group. He sighed deeply and muttered to himself:

"Sigh, if it weren't for studying the structure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator's soul and body, and figuring out the changes in their meridians after Foundation Establishment... such boring things really aren't for me..."

As he was reflecting on this, his powerful divine sense keenly detected the people who had come to visit outside the hall.

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Dozens of steps lead down from the main hall, extending outwards to a vast, open courtyard hundreds of meters long, beyond the vermilion gates and high walls.

Three stunningly beautiful girls, each with their own unique charm, are being kept outside by an invisible barrier.

Two of them were Zhou Zhiruo and Han Lin'er, who were well-known to the heroes Mo Yu.

There was another young woman, dressed in a magnificent white robe, whose beauty was beyond compare, yet whose features also possessed a certain heroic spirit; he seemed to have never seen her before.

But when his divine sense continued to extend outwards and scanned the attendants she had brought, he already knew her identity.

Minmin Temur, or rather... Zhao Min, the young princess of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion.

Outside the gate, Zhou Zhiruo was about to step forward and knock on the door to inform Mo Yu of their arrival.

"Squeak~"

The heavy vermilion courtyard gate had already opened inwards on its own.

Han Lin'er, the strongest among them, sensed a blazing fluctuation of primordial spirit and couldn't help but sigh:

"Mr. Mo Yu's mastery of the primordial spirit is truly unfathomable. It is several times stronger than my father was at his peak, and I'm afraid... he has already reached an even higher realm."

A hint of confusion flashed in Zhao Min's eyes, and she asked with great curiosity:
"I've heard that the Celestial Realm is the pinnacle of martial arts in this world. Could it be that there's an even greater path beyond the Grandmaster realm?"

Han Lin'er glanced at her, her eyes filled with undisguised hostility.

With Mo Yu's help, after Liu Futong obediently relinquished his military power, she became one of the most powerful rebel kings in the Central Plains, thanks to the vast legacy left by her father, Han Shantong. She was the Yuan court's number one thorn in its side.

The main force responsible for suppressing and besieging her in the Yuan court was the woman's father, Prince Ruyang, and her brother, Wang Baobao.

It was precisely because of the constraints imposed by the Prince of Ruyang's mansion that the progress of her White Lotus Sect was extremely slow, and she remained stuck in the quagmire of the Yellow River basin.

This allowed Xu Shouhui in the south to seize the opportunity to absorb the anti-Yuan forces from other regions, swallowing up most of the Central Plains and far surpassing her, the Little Ming King, in terms of momentum.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo quickly tugged at her sleeve, signaling her to tone down her hostility, but her eyes also revealed curiosity:

"Actually, I also want to know what level Senior Brother Mo Yu is at now."

Han Lin'er values ​​Zhou Zhiruo the most and almost never refuses any of her requests.

She glared at Zhao Min before explaining:

"The realm of harmony between man and nature has a very wide range. It can be roughly divided into: initial entry, minor success, major success, perfection, and ultimate."

The further one progresses, the greater the gap in strength between each minor realm becomes; the latter can often easily suppress the former!

"Among them, the 'Supreme' realm is also listed in the category of 'Grandmaster of Heaven and Man', but my father once told me that the 'Supreme' realm is actually considered to have reached another realm."

Every exceptional individual possesses the terrifying ability to easily suppress multiple 'Perfect Celestial Masters' levels.

"Further up, there lies the legendary 'Shattering the Void.' Such power is beyond the reach of this mortal realm. Throughout thousands of years of history, only a handful of people have truly reached this level."

In the past century, only the unparalleled grandmaster Ling Donglai and the exceptionally talented swordsman Chuan Ying have truly reached this level.

Zhao Min listened with great interest.

Although she helped her father suppress the martial arts world in the Central Plains, the people she could usually interact with were at most some innate martial artists.

The Celestial Master is already a legendary figure in this vast martial arts world.

She has hardly met many such people, and those she has met are all powerful figures who can influence the world with a stomp of their foot, far beyond the reach of a mere princess like herself.

If she hadn't been secretly observing Mo Yu since his debut and was extremely familiar with Mo Yu's style of doing things, and hadn't even met him once, it should have been her brother Wang Baobao who came on this mission.

She thought for a while and said:
"In that case, in the world today, the only ones qualified to be called 'the best' are Master Zhang of Wudang and Master Pang Ban of the Demonic School."

But young hero Mo Yu, being able to defeat Blood-Handed Li Gong, a veteran master of the demonic sect, head-on before the Ten Deadly Passes, suggests that he already possesses 'top-tier' strength.

Han Lin'er glanced at her sideways. Although she was still hostile, she didn't say anything to refute it, which obviously meant she agreed with her statement.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo also revealed a faint, proud smile on her face, feeling genuine joy at her senior brother Mo Yu's strength.

The three women chatted as they walked.

Soon, they arrived outside the main hall where the heroes Mo Yu were.

As soon as you step into the palace, an intensely hot gust of wind hits you!

Han Lin'er had anticipated this. With a light wave of her jade palm, a burst of icy true energy was released, shielding Zhou Zhiruo beside her from the scorching heat.

She turned her head and looked at Zhao Min, whose face was pale and contorted with pain from the heat, and a gloating smile crept onto her lips.

She deliberately didn't warn Zhao Min, just so she could see her fall into this little trap herself.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo's face showed a helpless expression, and she thought to herself:

'Sister Lin'er was frozen in ice for ten years since childhood, and even though a year has passed, she still can't shake off her childish temper.'

(End of this chapter)