Then he said to the others, "You stay here and establish a sect."
Cang Shan looked troubled, "Just us few won't be enough."
Mo Qi encouraged them, "First, recruit cultivators and build the Fengshen Platform. Ask for as many spirit stones as you need."
With a snap, he placed a storage bag on the ground, filled to the brim with spirit stones, their clinking a pleasant sound.
"Fengshen Platform?" everyone looked at Mo Qi, bewildered.
It was clear they cared not about the money.
Mo Qi explained simply, "I possess the Fengshen List. As long as a Fengshen Platform is established, upon death, one can be introduced into it and be conferred godhood. Then, there will be no fear of death; death will mean rebirth."
Everyone's eyes lit up, "Is there such a good thing?"
"I will set up a formation around this area. For a short period, external enemies cannot break in; only you can guide them. During this time, you can cultivate, rebuild the Lingdu Sect, and construct the Fengshen Platform," Mo Qi continued.
"What does the Fengshen Platform look like?" Chao Xiyun couldn't help but ask.
"This..." Mo Qi was also taken aback.
He had never considered what the Fengshen Platform should look like.
Diwu said thoughtfully, "Perhaps someone in the Stairway knows. When there's an opportunity, I'll go back to the Stairway and ask."
Mo Qi said, "Then I'll trouble you."
Afterward, Mo Qi found two places within the Lingdu Sect and poured the refined pool water into them separately. One was for Diwu and the others to refine, and the other was for Murong Yanran.
Mo Qi retreated to the periphery to set up the barrier formation.
When those inside finished refining and had advanced their cultivation by a level, Mo Qi had also completed the barrier formation.
Murong Yanran consumed the Beast Soul Pills, Spirit Power Pills, and others Mo Qi had given her all at once. She endured immense suffering in the refining pool, nearly falling into qi deviation, but she managed to pull through. After surviving, her cultivation broke through to Heavenly Immortal, a fortunate turn of events.
Cang Shan, whose cultivation had long been stagnant at Human Immortal, also broke through to Heavenly Immortal.
Dugu Jun reached the Great Perfection of Tribulation Transcension, facing tribulation at any moment.
The other two remained at Human Immortal cultivation.
Afterward, Mo Qi took Murong Yanran to the Tiandu Sect.
The Tiandu Sect had no defenses whatsoever. The Sect Master, Zhongli Gang, was in the main hall discussing with everyone who should be sent to讨伐 Mo Qi and avenge Zhongli Xin, completely unaware that Mo Qi would come to them.
At this moment, a disciple reported, "Outside the main gate, there is a man and a woman holding a banner that reads: 'Annihilate the Tiandu Sect, Avenge the Yuwen Family!'"
"Who dares to be so audacious?" Zhongli Gang immediately stood up, his brows furrowed, his anger soaring.
As soon as he spoke, another disciple burst in, "A man and a woman have broken into the mountain gate. They are unstoppable and have already reached the first level."
"So fast?" Zhongli Gang gasped, unable to finish his sentence before they had passed another checkpoint.
"Who exactly is it?" Zhongli Gang roared.
At this moment, a disciple rushed in to report, "A man and a woman have broken in and have reached the second level. The man said his name is Mo Qi, and the woman said her name is Mo Jia Niangzi!"
"Mo Qi?" The crowd below also immediately stood up, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"He, he, is he that powerful?" Zhongli Muyue stammered.
Elder Zhongli Shuihuo said in a booming voice, "What are you afraid of? With so many of us, are we afraid of just two of them? He's clearly here to offer himself up, are we afraid to harvest him?"
His words immediately boosted morale, and everyone clenched their fists, "Let's go, let's go eliminate him."
"Let's go, offer a head... no, harvest a head."
At this time, Mo Qi in front and Murong Yanran behind, the two walked slowly up the steps, while the disciples of the Tiandu Sect swarmed towards them.
The lackeys used their magic treasures and divine abilities, emitting various lights that rained down upon the two.
Mo Qi did not even make a move, his hands clasped behind his back, his head held high as he walked forward.
A divine light, flickering intermittently, emanated from around him, quietly deflecting the incoming abilities. Those abilities fell like raindrops on a smooth umbrella surface.
After unleashing their abilities, those individuals felt a powerful backlash, like a mountain pressing down on their chests, making it difficult to breathe, their chests feeling as if they would explode!
Those who were quick-witted had already fled, while some who were too slow were either crushed, their internal organs shattered, or pushed flying backward.
From a distance, it looked like a faintly visible mountain peak moving slowly forward. Surrounding birds and beasts were scattered in all directions, striking towards the sky, with cries of anguish rising one after another.
Murong Yanran, from behind, wielded the Fantian Seal, occasionally striking those who attempted to sneak attack from behind, leaving them covered in wounds and dead.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Qi and Murong Yanran had reached the third level.
And without any pause, they continued forward.
They cut through the enemy ranks like slicing through vegetables. Occasionally, a few hall masters tried to blend in with the lower disciples for a surprise attack on Mo Qi, but Mo Qi remained unfazed, advancing steadily.
Even when facing those hall masters, Mo Qi dealt with them in the same manner, crushing them into pieces.
Zhongli Gang and the others emerged from the main hall, preparing to descend for a decisive strike, when they witnessed Mo Qi's unexpected actions, leaving them all dumbfounded.
What kind of maneuver was this?
While this approach was flashy, it required absolute strength. Without it, one would instantly be turned into meat paste, or not even good enough to be meat paste.
Zhongli Shuihuo immediately became timid, standing there without daring to speak, his earlier boasts long forgotten.
Zhongli Xin's father, Zhongli Jiang, stepped forward, gazing at Mo Qi below, and said through gritted teeth, "I will avenge my son."
"Don't be rash," Zhongli Gang advised.
"Are we not to avenge my son's death? Are we to simply watch him annihilate our entire sect?" Zhongli Jiang said indignantly.
Zhongli Gang said sternly, "Of course, we must avenge him, but not recklessly. We must use strategy."
"How do we use strategy?"
"We can set up a formation to trap him first, then deal with him slowly."
The crowd reached a consensus, began to shift positions, and move in a specific pattern, with each person taking their designated spot.
Mo Qi and Murong Yanran continued to break through the human wall rapidly, the fourth level, the fifth level, the sixth level, and soon they reached the location where Zhongli Gang and the others were.
Looking back, the ground was littered with corpses, and the mountainside was stained with blood!
Mo Qi threw the blood-red banner onto the ground and said, "Leave here, perhaps you can also survive!"
He was truly getting tired of killing!
Upon reflection, they were also a group of pitiable people, people whose lives were held hostage, with no freedom whatsoever.
What Mo Qi needed to deal with were the people behind them.
But so far, those people behind them were unwilling to reveal themselves, which was driving Mo Qi mad.
Could it be that he really had to destroy the four great families before they would show themselves?