A young man clad in white as pure as snow, with jet-black hair cascading down his shoulders. His countenance was exquisitely handsome.

The first words he spoke upon seeing Chu Mo were strikingly similar to those of the divine appraiser: "You've come? A bit late, though."

"Will you follow me?" Chu Mo asked calmly, gazing at the young man in white, "Or do they need to agree to return first before you agree to return?"

The man in white appeared slightly startled, as though puzzled by Chu Mo's demeanor. Arching his brow, he said, "You've changed… a little from before."

"Oh? What was I like back then?" Chu Mo asked.

"Back then… hmm, you were somewhat gentler compared to now. Although your essence was just as unyielding, you had a certain softness then," the man in white said, his gaze fixed on Chu Mo. "Now, I only see someone radiating killing intent and possessing terrifying strength. Indeed, there's a great difference. Ah, the concept of reincarnation… truly unreliable. You've become all the more fearsome."

"That's a good thing," Chu Mo replied.

"Perhaps," the man in white said. "I'll follow you, but you have to let me strike you once with my blade."

Chu Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the man in white. "Are you planning to kill your creator?"

"…" The man in white appeared exasperated and retorted, "Fine, it seems you truly have learned many things. I suspect the divine appraiser told you, didn't he? Only he would divulge these matters to you."

"Why do you want to strike me with your blade?" Chu Mo asked, his gaze steady.

"Because I am Beheading Path! I want to see if you still have the qualifications to be my master," the man in white said frankly, his expression fearless. "If you cannot withstand even one strike, then—despite being a creation of yours—I refuse to follow a worthless master."

"…" Chu Mo's forehead was covered in dark lines; how swiftly karma had struck! He had just insulted someone else as a worthless being, only to be repaid with the same insult moments later.

"So you want to strike me with your blade? Go ahead then." Gripping Heaven Slaying tightly, Chu Mo's gaze on the man in white turned cold, his aura surging once more to new heights.

A faint smile spread across the man in white's face. "Then be careful!"

With that, a blade suddenly materialized in his hand. On its surface, it appeared utterly ordinary, like the most common weapon in the mundane world. It didn't even qualify as a dharma instrument. Yet within his grasp, the blade exuded a distinctive vitality.

"Here it comes!"

The man in white raised the blade in his hand and struck at Chu Mo—a seemingly simple, straightforward slash as though splitting a mountain. Its resemblance to Chu Mo's Chopping Wood Technique was uncanny.

But this particular slash… was utterly terrifying!

Never before had Chu Mo seen such a blade technique employed by anyone else.

The slash contained supreme laws of the Great Dao, capable of severing an entire starry river!

Chu Mo took a deep breath, elevating his aura to its peak. Then, he raised Heaven Slaying and roared aloud!

Clang!

The two blades collided with a deafening impact.

The underground palace instantly collapsed!

The surrounding land, spanning billions of miles, surged and roiled like a boundless ocean, before plummeting downward in the blink of an eye.

The entirety of the Beidou Realm trembled violently!

Everything within a radius of several billion miles—all living beings, all existence—sunk with the earth!

Their strike obliterated the area entirely!

In the void above, the man in white stood tall, charming and graceful as he stood there, his hand now empty.

Across from him, Chu Mo stood in contemplation, his expression somewhat peculiar. He seemed lost in thought, and the man in white did not disturb him, merely standing there, watching him with a smile.

A long time passed before Chu Mo let out a deep breath and said to the man in white, "I misunderstood you."

"It doesn't matter; I am your creation. You are like a father to me. Helping one's father is surely the most natural thing in the world, isn't it?" said the man in white. After speaking, he transformed into a beam of light and entered Chu Mo's chest.

Beheading Path Blood Moon, returned!

During that singular strike, Chu Mo suffered not a hint of harm, but instead gleaned insights into a brand-new Dao of blade techniques. Moreover, with that clash, Chu Mo's accumulated aura surged dramatically, reaching an almost unparalleled peak.

With his essence, energy, and spirit aligned, even against Patriarch Beidou, Chu Mo now possessed a powerful, unwavering conviction of invincibility!

But even this was still not enough.

Glancing toward the void in the distance, Chu Mo sped away.

Soon after, Patriarch Beidou arrived at the scene, sensing the energy lingering in the heavens and earth. He muttered to himself, "I never expected that one of the blood moons on the Celestial Mirror could possess such divine might. What a pity… a pity that I cannot use it for my own purposes. It seems I must completely kill Chu Mo—and not just kill him, but vanquish him in a manner that leaves him utterly convinced and submissive—to have any hope of obtaining the treasures he carries! So, gathering momentum, is it? I'll allow you the time! I want to see how formidable someone who hasn't yet reached the Great Saint Realm can become. From the pinnacle… slaying a prodigy so far beyond one's talent—that is the ultimate pleasure."

Throughout the endless ages of this realm, there had never been a Holy Realm cultivator capable of reversing heaven's will to kill a peak-half-step Great Saint.

Even that unruly monkey, in the Holy Realm, did not possess such ability!

Even now, a peak-half-step Great Saint himself, with powers capable of challenging supreme figures, that monkey still falls short of truly killing a giant!

Thus, no matter how strong Chu Mo becomes, there's no way he could surpass that monkey, forged by the heavens and earth itself!

At this moment, Chu Mo somewhat grasped Patriarch Beidou's intentions. It was a game—a game of cat and mouse. Patriarch Beidou saw himself as the cat, with Chu Mo as the mouse. He let Chu Mo accumulate momentum, allowed him to traverse the vast expanse of Beidou Realm.

Free to kill, free to fight, free to do whatever he pleased!

Even if Chu Mo were to tear apart the entirety of Beidou Realm, it would appear as though Patriarch Beidou wouldn't bat an eye!

The patriarch's ultimate aim was to strike when Chu Mo's accumulated momentum reached its zenith. To utterly annihilate Chu Mo and seize the three stars and other treasures he carried!

To defeat Chu Mo at that pivotal moment—even though Chu Mo was an entire realm beneath him—would nevertheless yield monumental benefits for Patriarch Beidou.

It was akin to facing a task that could be completed effortlessly versus one requiring painstaking effort and perseverance. The sense of accomplishment and insight gained from the latter vastly outweighed the former.

For cultivators like Chu Mo and Patriarch Beidou operating at these heights, the rewards of completing a supremely challenging endeavor were immeasurable and led to the Great Dao itself!

Thus, Patriarch Beidou was willing to play this 'game' with Chu Mo, the "little Holy Realm" cultivator. If Chu Mo had already ascended into the Great Saint Realm, the situation would be entirely different—Patriarch Beidou wouldn't grant him even the smallest opportunity to gather momentum.

Upon comprehending this, Chu Mo calmed himself. In his search for the second site where dragon veins converged—the geomantic treasure—he failed to locate the returning blood moon. Nonetheless, the essence energy of this site had already transformed into a dragon!

A terrifying true dragon that had reached the initial phase of the Great Saint Realm.

Chu Mo wasted no time—the ensuing battle saw him directly kill the dragon of essence energy and absorb its vast reserves into himself.

The immense Dao platform within his body seemed bottomless, endlessly consuming torrents of essence energy without any sign of saturation. However, the thousands of divine characters dancing across the platform grew visibly brighter and more resplendent.

It was useful, after all.

One pursued, the other fled.

When Patriarch Beidou arrived at this site and sensed the disdainful remnants of emotion left by the slain essence-energy dragon, his eyes gleamed even brighter.

Once again, Chu Mo overturned every preconceived notion Patriarch Beidou held.

While Patriarch Beidou himself could locate such geomantic treasures, it typically required prolonged analysis and a significant expenditure of time to pinpoint their locations. For precise targeting, he'd have to ascend to the level of supreme giants.

But Chu Mo, a mere Holy Realm cultivator, already possessed such fearsome capabilities? Patriarch Beidou was incredulous. He recalled certain legends surrounding the Celestial Mirror, his eyes sparkling as his longing for Chu Mo's treasures intensified further.

Half a month later, within the third geomantic treasure where dragon veins converged, Chu Mo finally encountered the final blood moon—Returning Unity!

What shocked him, however, was that Returning Unity turned out to be a woman—peerlessly beautiful, her glamor unmatched in all the realms. Her beauty transcended worldly understanding, noble yet not aloof, breathtaking to an unfathomable degree without feeling unreal.

Upon seeing Chu Mo, Returning Unity immediately performed a courteous gesture. Without speaking at first, she studied him intently for a moment before softly saying, "Take my strike."

Chu Mo silently nodded.

The strike seemed deceptively effortless; Returning Unity simply raised her hand, devoid of any flourish or trace of worldly energy. No fluctuation of power emerged. Even the underground palace where they stood remained still.

Outside, nothing stirred.

Aside from Chu Mo, no one knew that a profoundly terrifying clash had just occurred here.

Returning Unity's strike targeted Chu Mo's divine sense and mental sea!

Though no external disturbances manifested, Chu Mo's mental sea roiled with tumultuous waves!

Under the overwhelming force of Returning Unity's strike, Chu Mo's vast and boundless mental sea nearly capsized entirely!

Yet, simultaneously, Chu Mo felt no discomfort—as though it were merely a sparring session between two parties, exchanging techniques. Returning Unity's strike ushered an influx of comprehension regarding the mental aspect of the Great Dao.

The sudden clarity was almost overwhelming!

His aura surged dramatically, growing even more formidable!

From atop his peak… it ascended another threefold!

Returning Unity smiled sweetly before transforming into a beam of light and returning to the Celestial Mirror.

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