My Informative Cultivation Life-Chapter 560 - 288: Encounter with Mo Wudao Again, Ancient Sect Remnant?_2

"You’ve killed our clan’s Demon Lord, snatched our Supreme Treasure, even with a hundred lives you’d struggle to survive, let alone reincarnate... Oh no, you won’t even have the chance to reincarnate, for you are fated to die, all of your True Spirits shall perish!" A cold and overbearing voice descended from the sky as a tall Demon Shadow enveloped in thick Demonic Qi stepped upon the Demon Bridge, striding across the heavens towards him.

The Demon Bridge was no ordinary construct; one moment it was at the horizon, the next it extended right before Yang Ji.

The towering Demon Shadow standing atop the Demon Bridge also revealed its true face at this moment, with chiseled features, cold eyes, and a face filled with supreme authority. A single Demon Rune at the brow, as if a Demon Ancestor had descended, emitting a terrifying aura akin to the Peak of the Demon Lord, causing immense shock and impact.

"Mo Wudao?" Yang Ji recognized the newcomer immediately; who else could it be, stepping on the Demon Bridge, if not Mo Wudao?

In the thousands of years since they last saw each other, Mo Wudao had not only become a Demon Lord but had also reached the Peak of the Demon Lord, just a step away from becoming a Profound Immortal, extraordinarily formidable.

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With their terrifying insights, they will reach True Immortal status in an extremely short amount of time and dominate completely.

Such are the super geniuses.

Given sufficient time, they can extend their majesty to the Myriad Realms, shaking the heavens.

In the instant Yang Ji was slightly distracted, Mo Wudao had already launched a punch towards him.

This punch was terrifying to the extreme, tearing the heavens and splitting the earth, its contained power as if it could explode the entire underworld.

All the Red Dust Immortals changed color at the sight, and Yang Ji’s complexion changed as well.

For he saw that Mo Wudao had also employed the art of True Immortal Transforming Armor, drawing upon the strength of fifteen Demon Lords. With a punch that was unstoppable, he aimed to annihilate Yang Ji.

But!

Mo Wudao was about to be disappointed.

As Yang Ji lifted his gaze, a surge of immense strength burst forth from him, suddenly adorning his body with eight pieces of Immortal Armor.

He had not held back in the slightest, putting forth all his reserve.

The fifteen Red Dust Immortals including Lang Canghai, along with the Elders of Huayuan Sect and Mu Yunyan,

all lent their strength to him, totalling the power of eighteen Red Dust Immortals.

Yang Ji felt more powerful than ever before; Mo Wudao wanted to kill him, and he likewise wanted to kill Mo Wudao, not just because he was a Heavenly Demon but also for another reason—that was the other half of the "Seal of Life and Death" key on Mo Wudao’s body.

The key that could lead to the heritage of the Quasi-Imperial Monarch, of one who fathomed both, life and death. Yang Ji coveted that inheritance, eager to obtain it.

He had long wished to sneak into the Heavenly Demon’s stronghold, quietly slaying Mo Wudao and snatching the "Death Seal" from his hands. Now that Mo Wudao had come to him, how could he miss this perfect opportunity?

His move was without any reservation, aimed entirely at taking down Mo Wudao.

"Hmm?" Mo Wudao, seeing Yang Ji suddenly erupt with more tremendous power than before, was taken aback.

He disliked this feeling of being out of control.

This feeling... It had been so long since he’d felt it, it instantly reminded him of the Battlefield of Inheritances, of that person, and his killing intent surged, crushing the tumultuous memories, as Mo Wudao’s expression turned colder and sharper.

Boom!

They collided fiercely.

Without any surprise, Mo Wudao was sent flying, bursting into a blood mist, but he instantly reformed on the Bridge of Life and Death, as if nothing had happened.

"Immortal Artifact?" Yang Ji’s brows furrowed slightly as he realized that Mo Wudao’s former Magical Treasure "Bridge of Life and Death" had become an Immortal Artifact, emanating powerful vitality.

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At the same time, the indifferent Mo Wudao’s gaze sharpened, and above his head appeared symbols for [Supreme Treasure] and [Decisive Kill].

"He intends to use a Supreme Treasure to take me down decisively?" Yang Ji’s expression became tense, his hand already on the Death Sentence, ready to launch a decisive strike of his own.

But just at that moment, a Tribulation Immortal flew in rapidly, whispering something to a Red Dust Immortal, which was soon followed by expressions of joy on the faces of the Immortals present.

Swish, swish, swish!

In an instant, all the Red Dust Immortals flew out.

"What’s going on?" the Rotten Wooden Box asked, puzzled.

"Someone has discovered an Ancient Sect Remnant, and all the Red Dust Immortals are rushing over there," Yang Ji replied telepathically after noticing the information above that person’s head.

"An Ancient Sect Remnant? So... Do we fight this demon brat or go take a look?" the Rotten Wooden Box asked.

Yang Ji certainly wanted to slay Mo Wudao. It was even better that the Red Dust Immortals had left; using the Death Sentence would be more convenient.

As he was about to lift his head, however, he noticed a Demon God descending, respectfully reporting something to Mo Wudao.

The next moment, Mo Wudao looked up with a fierce expression and said to Yang Ji, "I’ll let you live a bit longer, for now, we’re leaving!"

Billows of Demonic Qi churned as Mo Wudao rapidly departed, stepping on the bridge and vanishing from the spot.

"The demon brat has left," the Rotten Wooden Box remarked.

"He’s also headed for the Ancient Sect Remnant," Yang Ji pondered briefly, then leapt up, turning into a streak of light and disappearing from the underworld.

...

Swish, swish, swish!

The Heavenly Meteor Mountain Range, a valley brimming with Spiritual Energy.

A group of Red Dust Immortals gathered here.

Looking up, what they saw was a colossal gate constructed of brass, towering a thousand feet high, half-hidden amongst the clouds.

"This Ancient Sect Remnant was originally hidden within a barrier, but now that the barrier has naturally broken, the gate has become visible. Who will go in first to explore?" An Immortal from the Immortal Clan looked over the crowd and spoke slowly.