527: He is Mo Qi, an old monster who has lived for over 30,000 years!

Under the night, the bright moon was like water, casting its light upon the vast earth, making the land seem veiled in a light gauze.

The former Valley of Gods and Demons has now been leveled. If one were not familiar with this place, it would be difficult to find the original Valley of Gods and Demons.

A tall, slender figure stood under the night, clad in a black robe, holding an ordinary wine gourd. He walked towards the Valley of Gods and Demons, drinking as he went.

"Twelve in the Eighth Level of Golden Body Realm, five in the Ninth Level of Golden Body Realm, and one at the Peak of Golden Body Realm—all eighteen were slain by a single saber strike. The Saber Qi stretched for millions of miles; that aerial strike was unstoppable!"

The black-robed man pulled back his hood, revealing a handsome face. With thick eyebrows and large eyes, he exuded an aura of authority without needing to be angry. Anyone who saw him would surely never forget him.

If Shen Tianxing were still here, he would recognize this face at a glance: it was Mo Qi, whom he had met twice in Great Qi!

The formidable figure, called the Demon Venerable of Blades by the Three Saints of the Golden Crow, a powerful Cultivator who had lived for thirty thousand years, finally stepped onto the lands of the Central Region once more after so many years of hiding.

Mo Qi stood in the Valley of Gods and Demons, looking at the vanished valley floor, shaking his head, and sensing a familiar aura.

"Xuan Yang's aura is much weaker than thirty thousand years ago. It seems his time is almost up."

"So eager to find me, and wanting to trade me for merit again? How laughable..."

A faint hint of ruthlessness flashed in Mo Qi's eyes. In the battle in the Central Region all those years ago, he experienced the most painful event of his life; his cultivation was almost crippled, and he nearly lost his life.

And the culprits behind all of it were the Three Saints of the Golden Crow!

Mo Qi had hidden for thirty thousand years, and his strength was no longer what it once was, but he wasn't entirely powerless to retaliate. He simply needed a more detailed plan; he couldn't act recklessly as he had thirty thousand years ago.

"An interesting young fellow. In less than two years, he advanced from Divine Profound to Immortal Realm. How did he do it?"

"Such talent is far superior to mine. Why would he need any Legacy from me? These people in the Central Region, they are as short-sighted as ever."

"The time is almost right. It seems I'll have a chance to meet him."

Mo Qi took a sip of wine, Shen Tianxing's figure appearing in his mind.

The young man he met in the Transverse Mountain Range because of a dragon urge flower was barely seventeen at their first meeting. Now, he was only eighteen. In less than two years, his growth rate astonished even this old fellow.

He had already known the news of Shen Tianxing's arrival in the Central Region, but due to other matters, he hadn't rushed over immediately.

In fact, when Shen Tianxing made his move to kill those Emperor's Companions, he had already received the news.

After the battle in the Valley of Gods and Demons, news spread. By the time Mo Qi arrived in the Central Region after finishing his affairs, rumors about Shen Tianxing's relationship with him were already flying everywhere.

Mo Qi was momentarily unsure if they were referring to that young man.

It wasn't until he arrived at the Valley of Gods and Demons and personally sensed Shen Tianxing's aura that he confirmed it was indeed him.

It was just that Shen Tianxing's cultivation progress was a bit too fast. Compared to their last meeting in Great Qi, his Breakthrough to the Immortal Realm in such a short time surprised him greatly.

Mo Qi held the wine gourd, drinking sip by sip. His figure under the moonlight appeared so lonely, somewhat solitary.

Suddenly, Mo Qi's hand paused. A pair of somewhat hazy eyes erupted with brilliant light, and his figure transformed into an afterimage, instantly vanishing from his original spot.

Boom!!!

The moment he disappeared, a bottomless, massive crater exploded where he had stood!

Such a powerful attack erupted silently. If it had been any other Cultivator, they would likely have been instantly killed on the spot!

But he was Mo Qi, an old monster who had lived for over thirty thousand years!

There were people who wanted to attack him, but no one had ever truly posed a threat to him.

"Mo Qi, you're indeed still alive. I knew you'd return!"

In the sky, a burly figure floated. He wore a purple robe, with purple light swirling behind him, as if a giant purple wheel was rotating. Within that purple disc, dense runes were carved, and each rune contained intense true Qi fluctuations.

The newcomer had a fair complexion and eyes that exuded an icy chill. In his hands, a ball of flame condensed. It was this flame that had just struck down, blasting a huge hole in the earth.

He was Saint Fen Yang!

"Fen Yang, thirty thousand years unseen, your cultivation has advanced quite a bit. Unfortunately, that's all there is to it; you've reached your limit."

Mo Qi stood in the long sky, his black robe fluttering in the wind, making rustling sounds.

As he spoke, he nonchalantly took a sip of wine, as if the terrifying attack he had just endured didn't bother him in the slightest.

If this were thirty thousand years ago, with his temper back then, he would have likely turned around and beaten Fen Yang into a pulp!

"Hmph! How boastful!"

Fen Yang's expression remained unchanged, his eyes even showing a hint of disdain. He said indifferently, "You were indeed powerful thirty thousand years ago, but alas, times have changed!"

"Can you still return to your former strength? Your Dao has been severed; there's no way you can re-enter the Dao!"

"Your appearance is simply courting death!"

Saint Fen Yang was no longer afraid of Mo Qi.

After Mo Qi's Dao was severed back then, his Realm plummeted directly from the Heaven and Earth Sealing King Realm. He barely escaped, which meant his Foundation was damaged, making it impossible for him to rise again.

Even if the strength he displayed now was still extraordinary, Saint Fen Yang no longer considered him a threat.

The reason he appeared here this time was precisely to wait for Mo Qi to show up.

As long as Mo Qi appeared, it would prove that he was indeed connected to Shen Tianxing, and it would also prove that the false news they deliberately spread had paid off.

Mo Qi was truly still alive and had successfully been lured out by them.

That was enough!

Their primary goal was to kill Mo Qi and completely rectify the mistakes of thirty thousand years ago!

Mo Qi calmly took a sip of wine, his gaze directed into the distance, seemingly recalling his past self from thirty thousand years ago.

Back then, he was truly full of vigor and spirit.

His cultivation was exceptional, his talent extraordinary. He swept aside all the masters of his generation, making many older generation powerhouses hide and dare not leave their homes.

What glory that was!

But when the glory ended, and he fell from great heights, he fell terribly!

He spent thirty thousand years to smooth over the impetuousness of those years. Now, Mo Qi had undergone a complete transformation!

He would never return to his former self.

"Perhaps you are right, but my own Dao, even if it is truly broken, I will find a way to reconnect it. You don't need to worry about it."

"As for you all, enjoy your last moments. The Contest of the Imperial Son, which happens once every ten thousand years, is approaching. I will return."

"When I return next time, it will be to claim lives!"