I picked up the scattered attributes

"Then... what about the Ten Great Demon Kings?"

"Some are dead, some have run away, and a few are still hanging in the sky... still working as street cleaners." Even with Mo Lianque's composure, a hint of a smile couldn't help but creep onto his face when he said these words.

"Where is that chief steward of the Demon God Palace?"

"He's still hanging in the sky, but a few of his heads are still in the Demon God's Palace. However, we haven't figured out how to cook them yet..."

"Where is the Demon Emperor?"

"He's missing; he hasn't come out since."

"What about that Soul-Seizing Array?"

"We've uncovered it directly, and we're currently researching better ways to crack it."

"That...that...that..." The old man was completely stunned.

"Second Ancestor, are you also one of the two-dimensional beings that Master Feng mentioned?"

With a strange expression, Mo Lianque glanced at his ancestor before sighing and saying, "Since coming to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, I have truly come to understand what it means for plans to go awry."

"It is precisely for this reason that I have been so busy since taking up residence in the Demon God Palace that I have completely forgotten about you, Second Ancestor..."

As he spoke, Mo Lianque felt ashamed again.

He knew very well that this Second Ancestor had been seriously injured in his early years and had little lifespan left. He had forcibly sealed his lifespan to protect the plan to change the world, and was only recently reborn!

The blood seal of life is not a pleasant thing; in fact, it can be said to be quite painful.

Unable to move, unable to see, one's entire being is submerged in darkness, even thought processes become extremely slow, one cannot perceive the passage of time, nor can one sense changes in the outside world.

Often, one might easily go crazy in this loneliness without realizing it.

Nowadays, although there are various objective reasons, he has indeed forgotten about this second ancestor... For Mo Lianque, this is something that cannot be accepted under any circumstances!

That's why he felt so ashamed.

"You...this...no...ga—"

On the other hand, the old man involuntarily opened his mouth wide. He first glanced around, then at Mo Lianque, and suddenly his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.

Mo Lianque's expression changed instantly, and he exclaimed in shock:

"Sect Leader Feng! Sect Leader Feng! Come quickly and help! The Second Ancestor has fallen—"

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Chapter 0442

When Feng Xia arrived following the sound, he saw an unconscious old man and Emperor Xuanwu, Mo Lianque, standing beside him with a look of great anxiety on his face.

"What happened?"

He glanced at the old man, feeling that the man's face looked somewhat familiar.

Then, Feng Xia glanced at Mo Lianque a few more times and suddenly realized:

"your dad?"

"What do you mean 'my father'? That's your... no!" Mo Lianque immediately became anxious and subconsciously corrected, "That's my ancestor!"

"Oh... your ancestors."

Feng Xia nodded slightly.

It wasn't until this moment that it belatedly came to mind that Mo Lianque had indeed mentioned such a being before coming to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons.

In the Mohist school of Xuanwu Kingdom, there exists a super strong expert whose blood has been sealed and whose lifespan has been sealed for many years. His cultivation level is suspected to have reached the Dharma Aspect realm. He is the key to the entire plan to change the world!

The only problem is that the old man was injured in his early years and relied on a secret method to prolong his life, which is why he has barely survived to this day.

Once a move is made, the loss of vital energy and blood can no longer be controlled. If one cannot achieve a decisive victory and resolve all troubles in one battle, there will be no second chance to make a move.

Therefore, that senior would never intervene unless it was absolutely necessary, and all difficulties had to be overcome through their own efforts.

However, before that...

Feng Xia solved all the difficulties.

Moreover, he was surrounded by a group of experts from the Lingyun Era, including the village chief Dongfang Yu. Which of them was weaker than the Dharma Aspect Realm?

Thus, the second patriarch of the Mohist school...

That would be quite awkward.

In addition, after taking over the Demon God Palace, there were quite a few things to do, so much so that in the end, even Mo Lian Que himself inadvertently became an unfilial descendant.

He had completely forgotten about the old man's existence!

It was only when the old man came to him that he remembered about this matter.

"Sect Leader Feng, please save the Second Ancestor!"

As Mo Lianque poured his magical power into the old man's body to suppress his dilapidated flesh, he also cast a pleading look at Feng Xia.

Feng Xia did not answer directly, but stepped forward:

"I'll do my best."

Even as he opened his mouth, his soul power had already swept over the Second Ancestor's entire body, thoroughly understanding his internal condition on the spot.

It must be said that the old man's health condition had reached a rather dangerous level.

The seven-hundred-year-long blood-sealing of life had already caused immeasurable damage to his body, and in addition, the injuries he suffered in his early years had never fully healed...

This made the Second Ancestor's body like a tattered rag bag, full of holes, so that whatever was put into it would quickly leak out.

Mo Lianque clearly understood the problem as well. After examining the body, his expression became increasingly grim: "Second Ancestor's body probably won't last much longer. Even if there are powerful medicines to replenish qi and blood, Second Ancestor will most likely not be able to absorb them. He might even be too weak to absorb them, further depleting his remaining lifespan."

At this point, generally speaking, only four words can describe it—

It's too late!

"Sect Leader Feng, I know this request is difficult, but... please save the Second Ancestor!" After hesitating for a long time, Mo Lian Que still spoke.

He suddenly stood up, faced Feng Xia, and then bowed deeply.

In the past, as a key part of the plan to change the world, the Second Ancestor would naturally pass away after completing his mission. It can be said that this was a glory belonging to the Mohist school and to the human race!

But now, the plan to change the world is progressing more smoothly than expected, even surpassing any possibility anticipated in the past.

Under these circumstances, Mo Lianque felt a strong sense of resentment.

Why couldn't the two ancestors see that day, the day when the world was transformed, humanity rose, and humankind flourished?

"Fortunately, it's not completely hopeless."

Soon, Feng Xia stroked his chin and laughed, "If he had arrived any later, his blood and energy would have been depleted, and his life force would have been completely extinguished. Even I couldn't have saved him."

Just like the original Jiao Qingtu, its physical body had long since died, leaving only an undying spirit that still maintained the body's movements.

Even if Feng Xia possessed extraordinary skills, he couldn't save a person who was already dead.

"Sect Leader Feng!"

Upon hearing Feng Xia's words, Mo Lian Que trembled with excitement: "The Mo family will never forget your kindness!"

"Even if you've forgotten, it's really no big deal." Feng Xia smiled and waved his hand, shaking his head. "After all, I've said it more than once: if you borrow and return, it's easy to borrow again."

What if you encounter someone who borrows money and doesn't pay it back...

Then he'll secretly scatter your ashes!

"This senior's cultivation is very strong. He should have already reached the Dharma Aspect Realm. He is probably only a hair's breadth away from my Azure Dragon Incarnation."

Feng Xia held up two fingers and gestured in the air before carefully saying, "Under normal circumstances, he can use his powerful cultivation to suppress the injuries to his physical body and the leakage of his vital energy."

"But because the shock was too great, he lost consciousness, causing everything in his body to go out of control."

To put it simply... I was almost scared to death.

Oh, he was probably scared half to death.

“Given his current physical condition, his immense cultivation and magical power have become a huge burden.” Feng Xia shook his head, walked to the Second Ancestor's side, squatted down, and placed his hand on his wrist. “Therefore, the first step to saving his life is to cripple his Dharma Aspect Realm cultivation!”

Mo Lianque was immediately shocked: "Sect Leader Feng, the Second Ancestor was seriously injured back then. He was only able to hold on until today because of his profound cultivation. In his current condition, if his cultivation is destroyed, he will surely die on the spot!"

"Your Majesty, please trust me."

At this moment, however, Feng Xia had already activated the Creation Profound Art.

He turned to Mo Lianque and grinned, his smile exceptionally bright: "When it comes to forging... no, when it comes to severing one's own cultivation, if I, Feng, claim to be second, then no one dares to claim to be first!"

"How come I remember not long ago, Sect Leader Feng still called yourself... Second Ancestor, what's wrong with you?!"

Mo Lianque muttered something unconsciously, then his expression changed drastically. The unconscious Second Ancestor of the Mo family was like a deflated balloon, with his magical power and essence constantly leaking out of his body!

The faces of the two Mo family patriarchs turned pale at a visible speed.

The already extremely weak aura plummeted to its lowest point at this moment, like a candle flame flickering in the wind and rain, which could be extinguished at any moment!

"No need to worry!"

Feng Xia laughed heartily, raised his hand and waved it, drawing a shadow from the depths of the Demon God Palace. At the same time, he pushed the power of the Creation Profound Art to its peak!

In his mind, the scene of Wu Guan sculpting a physical body with a flick of his finger came to mind.

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