National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

The black-robed leader followed his fingertip, his expression becoming solemn and his voice deepening. "This is the only way to the orthodox gods' abode. It's also... the place where the Demon Lord's clone was captured by the Lord of Light."

"This mountain... is called Kunlun Mountain?" Qi Mo's voice unconsciously rose a few degrees.

The moment he got a positive answer, a bold guess exploded in his mind: Could this be the key anchor point connecting to another world?

But as soon as the thought surfaced, he forced it down. He shook his head, bringing his thoughts back to reality: "I understand. Proceed as planned. Quickly change your appearance and follow me in one stick of incense."

With that, Qi Mo picked up the brush on his desk and, with a few strokes on the rice paper, sketched Qi Ling's appearance. The purity and agility between the boy's eyebrows and eyes leapt out on the paper, and that familiar look, with a warm smile, seemed to be looking out from the painting.

The black-robed leader took the portrait and hurriedly left. Inside the study, Hei Yi and the others also quickly dispersed to carry out their mission.

Qi Mo paced alone in the room, a meaningful smile on his lips. That smile flickered in the flickering candlelight, revealing both a confident confidence and a chilling edge.

In less than half an incense stick of time, the black-robed leader had changed into a moon-colored robe and appeared at the door of the study. His appearance was identical to Qi Ling in the painting, except for the unnatural strands of hair in his hair that betrayed his disguise.

Qi Mo looked him up and down, his eyes flashing with admiration: "Very good, with some charm."

He would not mistake the person, not only because of the black-robed leader's hair style without essence and adobe, but also because Qi Ling was Qi Ling. His aura was very pure, so pure that Qi Mo could instantly sense his presence in the sea of ​​thousands of people.

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The Nine Heavens are divided into nine areas, with the majestic Kunlun Mountains as the absolute core, spreading out like ripples towards the edges.

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, where clouds and mist linger, lies the Ninth Heaven, the abode of orthodox immortals since ancient times. Beyond it lie the Eighth Heaven, the Seventh Heaven, and so on.

From the core outward, the eighth heaven and the seventh heaven are arranged in sequence, like mysterious circles surrounding the center. With each descending level, the laws of heaven and earth and the concentration of spiritual energy change accordingly, forming a unique ecological order.

If this mystical layout were to be compared to a worldly city, Kunlun Mountain would be the noble heart of the city, while Taixu Mountain would be a secluded suburban villa. The Nine Heavens would be the first or inner ring, while the others would be the third and fourth rings.

Thousands of years ago, Taixu Mountain was also a place with clouds and dancing cranes. The immortals chose it as another place to stay for the sake of convenience and inconspicuousness.

However, with the passage of time, the once ethereal "fairy air" has now been called "spiritual energy" by the world. Only the spiritual charm of the core area of ​​the Nine Heavens still retains its eternal sacredness and is revered by practitioners as the "source of fairy air."

In this grand spatial structure, each layer of heaven and earth has its own unique ecology.

A triple heaven, like a bustling world, is inhabited by countless living beings. The curling smoke is the smell of fireworks in the mortal market.

The fourth to sixth heavens are secret realms where immortal cultivators coexist with rare and exotic animals. The place is filled with spiritual energy, immortal herbs are everywhere, rare birds and animals roam the mountains and forests, and it is full of unknowns and adventures.

The seventh and eighth heavens are even more extraordinary. Many great immortal cultivators, ancient families and top sects reside here. The majestic immortal palaces and pavilions are hidden among the sea of ​​clouds. Powerful mythical beasts often fly through the air, causing strange phenomena in heaven and earth.

Previously, the "envoys" who went to the first and second continents to invite talents were mostly elites carefully selected from these two levels of heaven and earth.

As for the Nine Heavens today... it should have been a holy land where immortal charm flowed, but it has long been occupied by the Lord of Light and the false gods.

They used their evil powers to distort the laws of heaven and earth, turning the holy land into a breeding ground for darkness. The orthodox immortals either hid or dispersed, leaving behind a dangerous situation with undercurrents surging.

At the same time, due to the layout of these nine areas and the fairy spirit of the Nine Heavens, the name "Nine Heavens" has been remembered by the world.

Qi Mo set out from the black-robed leader's secret base, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, breaking the long silence of the Ninth Heaven.

He started from the first level and challenged the "big bosses" and "local tyrants" of forces in various places all the way.

Wherever he arrived at a place, he would first place the cloth bag filled with silver, money and spirit stones in front of the table, and then salute with his fists clasped together. His courtesy was thorough but with an air of urgency that could not be refused.

This seemingly contradictory action not only demonstrates respect for the rules of the underworld, but also hides a determination to win.

But... after each fierce battle, Qi Mo would always subside, pulling out healing pills from his spatial ring and offering them to the other party. Meanwhile, a piece of rice paper, scented with the scent of ink, flew through the crowd. He took it from the black-robed leader and, with sharp strokes, sketched the scene of the fierce battle, handing it to the person next to him.

When the other party asked the question while panting, Qi Mo chuckled softly, stroked the runes on the hilt with his fingertips, and bowed, saying, "Remember, I am Qi Mo." He raised his hand to brush off the dust on the hem of his clothes, bowed again and said goodbye, his ink-black robe rustling in the wind.

His figure quickly disappeared into the street corners and alleys, leaving only the stunned onlookers.

It was not until a breeze lifted the drawing paper on the desk, revealing the two words "Qi Mo" stamped on the back of the paper in the corner, that everyone woke up from their dream and looked at each other. They realized that the young man who had just challenged them was the now famous Master Qi Mo.

In just three hours, five bags of heavy treasures had been delivered as "challenge gifts." After playing in several arenas, they arrived at the Sixth Heaven.

"Ouch!" A sharp curse cut through the clamor of the street. "Don't you have eyes for words, young man? You're almost breaking my bones!"

Qi Mo subconsciously looked up at the sound, his pupils shrinking. The old woman before him, leaning on a bamboo cane, was hunched over, her wrinkled eyes gleaming an eerie, dark blue.

Deep within the seemingly turbid eyeballs, there were inhuman vertical pupils flowing—

This wasn't just any old woman; she was clearly a high-level demon in human skin, mutated and endowed with human intelligence! Even more alarming was the faint, nauseating aura of the otherworldly that lingered around her, like rotting flesh.

"Finally found you." Qi Mo calmly moved aside and stopped the passerby who was about to kneel down and apologize. He lifted the person up and protected him behind him, his eyes fixed on the demon.

"Tell me, how did you infiltrate the Ninth Heaven?" His lips remained still, but a deep, hoarse voice boomed into the demon's ears: "Let me guess, was it... the work of the Xipan Church, or... was the Lord of Light behind this?"

The demon's whole body trembled, and the bamboo stick in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

Qi Mo's voice pierced into the depths of her consciousness like a venomous snake, carrying with it the hoarseness of a battle and an unquestionable sense of oppression: "Why do you pretend to be a human? Is it to satisfy your perverted fetish, or to cover up your cannibalistic nature? I can smell it -"