The two demon seeds that were previously rampaging finally stopped their agitation under the suppression of this force, twirling around in the large hand formed by Chu Mo's laws. The overwhelming power they had previously emitted was also completely retracted.

Chu Mo also finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had never truly practiced the Buddhist Six Syllable Mantra, so when he wielded it just now, although the effect seemed astonishing, if a Buddhist of the same realm as him had performed it, the result would certainly have been better!

The Six Syllable Mantra's power against the Demon Clan was simply too formidable.

It seemed like a natural counter!

This gave Chu Mo the idea: if he could spread the Six Syllable Mantra, even if one day the Demon Clan truly descended onto this world, in battle, the Human Clan wouldn't be so passive.

He would leave this task to Xu Du, but he had not heard from that young monk for a while. It seemed he hadn't even taken the heavenly road.

Chu Mo thought about this, but his hands did not stop moving.

Next, Chu Mo sealed the two seeds and stored them, planning to study them carefully when he had time. He hoped to gleansome fundamental secrets about the Demon Clan from these demon seeds. Although the likelihood was small, it was better than being completely ignorant about the Demon Clan.

Initially, he placed them into the Chaos Furnace, the number one furnace in the world, whose analytical capabilities were also exceedingly strong. He would first see if it was feasible.

After calmly finishing all these tasks, Chu Mo returned to the array and looked at the Windwalker, whose cultivation had been reduced by thirty percent, and said nothing.

Through the array, complex light emanated from Windwalker's eyes. He looked at Chu Mo and hoarsely said, "Everyone who has been implanted with a demon seed, in the end, they all meet this kind of fate, right?"

Without waiting for Chu Mo's response, Windwalker continued on his own, "No need for you to say, I have seen it. The Demon Clan, through these seeds, has already managed to destroy a large number of cultivators from the Heavenly Realm, and then… they can continually strengthen their own power. This move… is too clever."

"It's merely exploiting human nature," said Chu Mo.

Windwalker nodded, "Indeed, base nature." He calmly looked at Chu Mo, "Do not seal me, just kill me; destroy the demon seed inside me!"

At that moment, Elder Tu had finished handling the affairs of the Ancient Sword Sect and was flying towards them. He looked sorrowfully at Windwalker within the array.

In the array, Windwalker knelt down towards Elder Tu, earnestly bowed deeply and then stood up and said, "I am sorry, master, your son has committed unforgivable sins. Only death can cleanse the evil from me."

"Master... has never blamed you." Tears also slid down Elder Tu's eyes.

Chu Mo said solemnly, "A demon seed cannot be killed, at least not for now… If I were to kill you, the seed would break out of your body, and the result would be the same. It would, just like the previous one, transform into your guise and then… be sealed by me."

"Ah!" In the array, Windwalker could not help but look up to the sky and let out a furious roar, full of hatred.

Elder Tu, standing next to Chu Mo, sighed deeply.

After Windwalker had vented enough, the essence energy in him vanished in that instant. Then, he suddenly seemed many years older. He said to Chu Mo, "Seal me. But, I have one request."

Chu Mo nodded, "Speak."

"If, one day, Young Master Chu finds a way to break the seal, then, I, Windwalker, am willing to follow the example of the people who stood by your grandfather and become one of Young Master Chu's warriors, charging into battle for you!" Windwalker said earnestly.

Elder Tu, standing beside Chu Mo, nodded heavily, feeling sad yet immensely comforted, for the child he regarded as his own son… was ultimately not a wicked being.

Chu Mo nodded, "Agreed."

A smile appeared on Windwalker's face as he said, "If, after many years, when Young Master Chu is able to kill the demon seed but still cannot find a way to break it..." He paused for a moment, looked deeply at his master and Chu Mo, and resolutely said, "Then, kill me! This is my request, my final plea, because I want to die with some dignity."

Elder Tu's body trembled slightly as tears silently fell.

Chu Mo sighed and then nodded, "I promise you."

"Good!" A satisfied expression finally appeared on Windwalker's face, and then he completely gave up resistance. He allowed Chu Mo to wield his divine abilities and seal him entirely.

The demon seed was also a strange thing; as long as its host was alive, it would remain dormant within the body without any movement. But once the host died, the seed would immediately break out and disappear into the vast void.

Demon seeds were extremely adept at hiding; finding them was incredibly difficult.

Moreover, there wasn't even a hint of the Demon Clan's aura on them!

Just like the previous one, in the large hand formed by Chu Mo's laws, it thrashed left and right with immense strength but did not emit even a bit of the Demon Clan's aura.

If not for Chu Mo possessing the Heavenwatch Divine Mirror and if it hadn't admitted its identity by itself, even if it really entered a crowd, probably no one would be able to recognize its true identity!

This, indeed, was the most terrifying thing.

Elder Tu looked at Chu Mo personally sealing the Wind Walker, sighing with a sorrowful face, "Fellow Daoist, please take him away directly. I fear that if he stays in the Ancient Sword Sect, other troubles may arise."

Chu Mo nodded and directly took the sealed Wind Walker into the world of the divine mirror of the void.

At that time, Elder Tu clasped his fists at Chu Mo, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your righteous intervention and for everything you have done for my disciple."

"Elder Tu, you exaggerate too much," Chu Mo clasped his fists in return.

"If there really comes such a day, the entire Ancient Sword Sect is willing to stand with you, to resist together! Even if it costs the lives of everyone in the Ancient Sword Sect, it would not be too much!"

Chu Mo had already bid farewell and left, but the words of Elder Tu, the head elder, still echoed in his ears.

The Heavenly Realm is not dark, as the human heart ultimately yearns for light.

Chu Mo sent a message on the message board to Yiyi, "Try to contact Fairy Caidie and set up a time to meet in the Illusionary Divine Realm, I have something to discuss with her."

Yiyi on the other end was used to Chu Mo's "appearances and disappearances," and simply replied, "Okay."

Following this, Chu Mo walked towards the next family.

Some dangers must be eradicated in the bud, and some tasks must be carried out by someone. Even if his hands were bloodstained, even if he faced condemnation, even if the path was utterly lonely and he remained alone, Chu Mo's steps would not stop.

This family was not very large, just consisting of a few thousand people. In the Heavenly Realm, where territories ran into hundreds of millions of miles, such families were incredibly common and hardly attracted any attention. Moreover, the Zhao Family was not well-known.

In the Heavenly Realm, there were not ten thousand Zhao families, then there were at least eight thousand; this Zhao Family was in a territory to the south-central part of the Heavenly Realm, occupying tens of thousands of miles.

In the mundane world, these tens of thousands of miles of land would be enough to create a mighty empire.

But this was the Heavenly Realm, so the Zhao Family, with only tens of thousands of miles of territory, was an unmistakably small family.

They had no fame, nor did they have any notable experts. The most powerful seemed to be just a cultivator at the Second Realm of Emperor Master.

Yet, within such a family, there was a cultivator who had been implanted with a demonic seed, unknown even to the current head of the Zhao Family. Because the one implanted with the demonic seed was one of their ancestors, who in their eyes, had died many years ago.

Thus, when they met Chu Mo, the head of the Zhao Family appeared puzzled and explained that the ancestor Chu Mo was looking for had passed away many, many years ago.

This head of the Zhao Family was about forty years old, with a scholarly appearance and elegant demeanor. He was the only strong figure in the family, a cultivator at the Second Realm of Emperor Master. However, he evidently had not heard of Chu Mo. His honest answers to Chu Mo's questions were due to the fearsome aura Chu Mo had released.

He did not need to feign the aura of a true immortal, as there was no need.

"You mean to say, this ancestor of your Zhao Family died many years ago? Are you certain?" Chu Mo slightly furrowed his brows.

According to the previous information, it could be deduced that the assassin at the Eighth Realm of Emperor Master likely hadn't lied; he had no reason to specifically defame such a minor family. According to him, whether it was Old Ancestor Jiang Xue from the Jiang Family or the Wind Walker, they were all blood slaves of the Blood Demon Old Ancestor!

From this point alone, it was clear that though the Blood Demon Old Ancestor had not reached the Supreme Realm, his combat power was incomparable to ordinary Quasi-Supremes!

Those selected by the Blood Demon Old Ancestor to be blood slaves and even used demonic seeds – a precious treasure of the Demon Clan – were certainly no ordinary figures.

The head of the Zhao Family looked at Chu Mo bewilderingly, "Of course, of course I'm certain. The ancestral temple houses his placard and there's even his portrait..."

At that moment, Chu Mo suddenly raised his eyebrows and stepped towards the direction of the Zhao family's ancestral temple.

"Hey... what are you doing?" The head of the Zhao Family became anxious. Although the aura emanating from this young man made him fearful, he couldn't just let him intrude into their ancestral grounds.

But he couldn't even catch a corner of Chu Mo's robe; in the blink of an eye, Chu Mo's figure had vanished.

Then, a thunderous explosion sounded from the Zhao family's ancestral grounds.

The head of the Zhao Family couldn't help but cry out in grief, but then, his voice abruptly stopped. His eyes, wide with disbelief, stared at the sky over their ancestral ground, murmuring, "The ancestor? How… How can this be?"

The reason why this old ancestor left such a deep impression was that he was the most brilliant Heavenly Genius in the history of the Zhao Family; the pride of the entire family.

When he died, he had reached the pinnacle of the Ninth Realm of Emperor Master!

The head of the Zhao Family often lamented that later generations had failed to produce such a genius, bringing shame upon their ancestors.

Now he watched helplessly as an ancestor, who had died many years ago, suddenly reappeared before them; the shock was simply overwhelming.

The head of the Zhao Family's legs gave out, and he instantly fell to his knees.

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