As Chen Mo's words rang out, the horn on the Qilin's forehead shimmered with a halo, and line after line of text surged forth like fish, neatly arranged in the air, facilitating understanding and comprehension for everyone.

Staring at the dense lines of text, Huo Wuya couldn't help but feel a bit lost.

He hadn't expected this so-called ancestor's legacy to be detailed to such an extent!

If the notebook was the Ultimate Venerable's casually recorded insights, overly profound and obscure, then the content Chen Mo now taught was a step-by-step guide on how to cultivate!

Key points, precautions, even the exact route of True Yuan's flow were explained clearly!

"Thus, from the Mortal Body to the Heavenly Person, anyone who seriously comprehends will gain something."

"Once they fully digest this content, Martial Saint Mountain's overall strength will likely see a significant increase!" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Huo Wuya gazed at Chen Mo with complex emotions and sighed, "Mr. Chen really has given me a great gift!"

At this moment, the disciples present also realized the extraordinary nature of this legacy and immediately began practicing the cultivation technique.

"Martial Cultivator's Second Realm: Gathering Spirit."

"Sink into the Earth Veins three inches deep, suspend the knees like a drawn bow, heart fire burns the sea, blood surges like waves, ears hear the sound of thousands of troops breaking formation."

"Swallow the snow of three mountains in one breath, exhale as a white rainbow penetrates the sky, overturn the great river and reach the Jade Capital, break through the ninth gate of the Heavenly Gate!"

Chen Mo revealed all the martial insights imparted to him by Pei Fengmian.

The reason for doing so was not due to selflessness, but because after understanding the Law of Cause and Effect, he deeply realized a truth—

Everything in this world has a price marked secretly.

Often, what seems like gaining a fortuitous opportunity might carry enormous cause and effect.

Furthermore, Chen Mo could never quite fathom why, if Pei Fengmian's consciousness still existed, he didn't directly impart these insights to his sect's disciples, but instead had to wait for him. Why was the counterpart certain he would come?

With countless doubts unanswered, out of caution, Chen Mo simply made the legacy public, spreading the cause and effect over everyone.

Anyhow, the essence of it he had already grasped thoroughly; others comprehending more held no loss for him.

"Martial Cultivator's Third Realm: Returning to Origin."

"The body is a Primordial Furnace, fists open the Creation Hub, the divine spirit rests atop the azure peak, Qi surges in the heavenly river waterfall!"

As the content of the lecture deepened, several Peak Masters and elders became increasingly breathless, visibly excited, and began concentrating on comprehending.

This was insight at the Ultimate Venerable level, immensely valuable even for them!

"Martial reaches the ultimate realm, Mixed Element United."

"Use the body as a furnace, refine the heavens and earth; use intention as a blade, sever ten thousand paths..."

While Chen Mo preached, he himself entered a profound state of enlightenment, with a dragon-shaped shadow lingering around his arm, each syllable resonating with the Great Dao, echoing in the air like a mighty bell.

"Without external aid, without borrowing divine skills, with just one punch, I can shatter eternity!"

Bang—

As the last word was uttered, a melodious bell rang from the ancestral hall of the rear mountain.

Chen Mo felt the Qi within him being stirred, Dao Power surged turbulent, and streams of Qi Flow spiraled around his body, dazzling light shot into the sky!

"Now I am at the Peak of Unity, but just a breath away from breaking through to the Second Rank, unable to condense the Dao Foundation..."

"Could it be that my integration with the Great Dao is not yet sufficient?"

As he pondered in his heart, his consciousness suddenly became blurred, as if forcibly drawn away, arriving at a temple.

The large, clean-pillared hall looked very familiar, it was indeed the Purple Cloud Temple of Bailu City, yet the statue of the "True Martial God" had been replaced by one of himself, with a stele beside it inscribed with his past achievements.

On the futon right in front, Prefect Jiao Yu, along with officers of the State Mansion, were kneeling in worship, faces deeply reverent.

After everyone had completed their offerings, Jiao Yu waved his hand, "Open the door, let the people in!"

Squeak—

The Assistant Officer opened the gate, and citizens waiting outside filed in, holding lit incense, eagerly kneeling down.

A long queue started from the inner hall and extended halfway up the mountain, looking roughly at least several thousand people strong!

Seeing this grand scene, Jiao Yu and Xu Lin exchanged glances and nodded in satisfaction.

To ensure thriving incense offerings in the living temple, the two had rack their brains, first dispatching people to vigorously promote Chen Mo's annihilation of the Gu God Sect and destruction of the Barbarian Tribe settlements, spreading the news throughout the city, shaping him into a hero of the Southern Border, making his name widely known.

The next step was even more crucial—

They prepared eight thousand taels of silver, for any citizen who came to offer at the living temple, registering on the spot, each household could claim two taels of silver, until it was all distributed!

This method was downright straightforward, two taels of silver already amounted to a two-month expense for an ordinary family, with such a windfall, naturally everyone scrambled to offer incense.

"Thanks to Mr. Xu's assistance, otherwise I wouldn't know how to get through this," Jiao Yu said gratefully, looking at Xu Lin.

This time, Xu Lin not only helped tremendously in constructing the living temple, but even contributed a large part of the eight thousand taels of silver.

Jiao Yu, though having served as an official for many years, was only a minor corrupt official, not overly affluent. Taking out thousands of taels at once was quite difficult for him.

"But speaking of which, Mr. Chen has already left, do we really need such a grand display?" Jiao Yu hesitated for a moment, cautiously asked, "Should we distribute a little less silver, after all, it's no small amount..."

Xu Lin, hands clasped behind him, shook his head and said, "Silver coin is an external thing, not worth mentioning, but Chen Mo's accomplishments shouldn't be buried. I want these citizens to know exactly who has been protecting them in the shadows."

Jiao Yu was taken aback by the words.

This sounded unlike something Mr. Xu would say.

It seemed ever since Chen Mo eradicated the Southern Barbarians, Xu Lin's attitude had undergone subtle changes.

Chen Mo's Divine Soul floated in the sky, feeling the surging Power of Seven Emotions coming forth, his Divine Soul Origin rapidly growing, while system prompts appeared incessantly:

["The Ancient Spirit Constitution" proficiency increased, current progress: Burning Thunder (4200/10000).]

["The Ancient Spirit Constitution" proficiency increased, current progress: Burning Thunder (4202/10000).]

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Though these citizens were mostly attracted by the silver, far less devout than the Capital City's incense worshipers.

But according to their usual thinking, they were there already, praying couldn't hurt, what if it was particularly effective?

Additionally, the sheer number of people compensated for the lack in piety, providing a considerable amount of Power of Seven Emotions, just that the impurities within required a fair amount of time to completely refine.

As Chen Mo indulged in the pleasure of steady improvement, little did he know that Martial Saint Mountain was in turmoil!

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Lingxiao Peak.

On the plaza, the lecture had ended, everyone was still immersed, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

Initially skeptical, they hadn't expected Chen Mo to speak no nonsense throughout, imparting pure substance!

The content was extremely detailed, covering cultivation insights from the Mortal Body to the Heavenly Person, even disciples with lesser understanding could mimic step by step and achieve substantial improvement!

"A single enlightened conversation with you is worth than ten years of hard cultivation!"

"After today, I am more confident about breaking through to the Fourth-Level Divine Sea Stage!"

"Master Chen above, please accept a disciple's bow!"

Not only ordinary disciples felt so, but even Zi Wenzhong and others sensed great benefits.

Though not significantly boosting their power, considering the difficulty of advancing at their level, it provided them a new understanding of the Great Dao, making future paths easier to navigate.

Just then, the pillar of light reaching the sky gradually dissipated, revealing Chen Mo's figure.

He was seen with eyes tightly shut, body swaying precariously.

Then with a thud, he fell onto the high platform.

???

The air was silent for a moment, then erupted into chaos.

"Chen Mo!"

"Brother!"