Longevity Strange Immortal-Chapter 595 - 29 He is the Master of Time!

Li Mo secluded himself outside Corpse Mountain, intentionally slowing its progress.

He occasionally observed the second generation of Heiwa.

The second generation of Heiwa repeated his experiences according to the inertia of fate, but contrary to expectations, he did not join the Heavenly Sword Sect, instead choosing the Three Elements Pavilion for body cultivation.

"Huh?"

Li Mo suddenly sensed something amiss.

He had barely interfered with the second generation of Heiwa, so how could his trajectory undergo such drastic changes? By logic, the Heavenly Sword Sect should have been the first choice.

Although the temperament of each generation of Li Mo differs, possibly influencing their own decisions.

Still, he couldn’t shake a peculiar feeling, as if he had overlooked some crucial detail, an inexplicable unease filling his heart.

Li Mo endured the corrosion brought by the Endless Void, the pain clearing his mind as he analyzed causality endlessly.

Soon, he identified the blind spot.

Li Mo had always assumed the unknown existence hadn’t noticed him, but what if the unknown entity had been aware of this variable all along?

"If that’s the case, it might be ten thousand times more terrifying than I imagined."

Li Mo became the Grave Digger through his Word-to-law ability, suggesting that the unknown entity, its source, could also... perceive the timeline.

The unknown existence observed the death of innumerable timelines.

It cultivated by devouring timelines.

The death and Dao disintegration of Heiwa seemed completely unprompted, but Li Mo had reason to believe it wasn’t coincidental—perhaps it was the unknown existence striking actively.

"It harvests resources across different timelines."

In the beginning, perhaps it only treated the Immortal and Mortal Realms as food to satiate hunger.

But a BUG named "Li Mo" appeared, causing the timeline to form a loop, turning it into an infinite resource—a "Blessed Land Cave Heaven."

As long as Li Mo continuously passed down the fire from generation to generation, it ensured the eternal existence of the Immortal and Mortal Realms.

"Who is it, exactly?"

Li Mo couldn’t help but tremble, a profound sense of powerlessness surging in his heart—could his cultivation plans in the Immortal Realm really turn the tables?

"Impossible. No matter how powerful it is, it must have flaws!"

"I am different; I am the one and only Li Mo. I am the Grave Digger of every timeline, and surely... surely I can ascend beyond it!!"

Li Mo stared at the Creation Book, letting his consciousness sink into the boundless ocean of memories, filled with the recollections of generations of Li Mo before their deaths.

Previously, the Creation Book could not actively access memories, possibly due to restrictions set by the very first Li Mo, fearful that his successors might succumb to despair.

Now that Li Mo had touched the truth, the Creation Book would reveal everything without reservation.

Li Mo’s eyes widened as countless versions of himself flashed by.

Their expressions were utterly twisted, muttering a strange name.

[Master of Time]

The Master of Time was the name given by generations of Li Mo to the unknown existence.

It was unlike Li Mo, who split into countless entities within the timeline. The Master of Time stood independent of the timeline, a singular entity.

If Li Mo was a maggot crawling on the rings of time,

The Master of Time was a woodpecker.

The woodpecker pierced the tree trunk with its beak, seeking maggots within the rings of time.

"Come then, Master of Time."

Li Mo had previously glimpsed only a corner of the chessboard, but now, seeing the whole match, he discovered that the Alpha Dog playing against him had already secured an undefeatable position.

"This game isn’t over, far from over..."

Each word was squeezed out through Li Mo’s clenched teeth. Under the oppressive terror of the Master of Time, his Taoist Intent [Time] recreated Creation.

The control of Taoist Intent [Time] surged to two breaths.

Li Mo’s time ratio compared to Heiwa reached a shocking one day to a hundred days.

He experienced a hundred years, while for Heiwa, ten thousand years had passed.

But... it was still the difference between the bright moon and fireflies.

Because Li Mo could never escape the watchful gaze of the Master of Time, meaning regardless of the strength of his cultivation, he became merely more palatable.

"How can I break this stalemate..."

Li Mo frantically digested the Creation Book’s memories, discovering that the number of previous Li Mos far exceeded his imagination.

The cycle had lasted at least a thousand times.

Li Mo stood from a bystander’s perspective, observing their rise from obscurity, achieving immortality and Tao through inconceivable talent.

Yet no matter their struggles, they never escaped the grip of the Master of Time.

"Hahahaha."

Li Mo erupted into maniacal laughter.

No wonder the forces rapidly advanced their Taoist inheritances after the cosmos changed; behind it lay the efforts of countless Li Mos.

"Who would have thought!"

"Ninety percent of mortal magic came from me!!!"

In the mortal world of the earliest Li Mo, both Taoist and Buddhist sects were merely medium-sized organizations, transformed over time through Li Mo’s repeated interventions.

Even the Devil Sect, once considered a fringe practice, had its establishment closely tied to Li Mo.

"I understand now..."

Li Mo pointed toward the Master of Time, his teeth clenched so tightly that blood oozed out.

"Our existence thickens the spiritual energy of the Blessed Land Cave Heaven, which is why the Master of Time refrains from devouring it outright."

"When the influence of generations of Li Mos on the mortal world diminishes enough, making it less appetizing, then the timeline will finally face annihilation."

Li Mo’s aura became unstable, his mind spinning simulations based on his observations.

He realized that the previous schemes, even laid out meticulously, were utterly inadequate—merely the Immortal Ancestors were unable to contend with the Master of Time.

Even if he killed the Master of Time, it might resurrect within other timelines.

Li Mo now believed Chunyangzi’s words were true—that the legendary battle between the Three Taoist Ancestors and the Master of Time had probably resulted in mutual victories, but that the Master of Time was nearly impossible to eliminate through conventional means.

As he absorbed the memories of countless Li Mos, the more comprehensive the simulation became.

Li Mo felt a chill down his spine; cold sweat soaked his Daoist robe as the experiences of over a thousand incarnations unfolded before him, each bizarre and varied, their deaths diverse yet inevitable.

Even utilizing all his Fake Soul Consciousness, all the outcomes he simulated were identical.

The Master of Time loomed as a colossal entity over the Immortal and Mortal Realms—not only impossible to overthrow, but escape into the Endless Void was unthinkable.

After all, the timeline fundamentally revolved around Li Mo.

The Master of Time permitted all of Li Mo’s actions—even if Li Mo wanted to kill it. After all, food that exercised merely made the flesh firmer; escape only tightened the beast’s net. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Li Mo’s mutation began to intensify, yet he remained entirely indifferent.

The Spirit Root Worm entrenched Xia Dao Palace, supported by the Fake Soul Consciousness and repeatedly verifying hundreds of possible scenarios.

Failure.

Failure, failure...

Li Mo’s Tao Heart began to fracture, blood seeped from his facial orifices.

Deviation compounded by the corrosion of the Endless Void shattered his foundations—his flesh and bones dissolving, and even his Three Dharma Bodies buckled as the Void Realm crumbled.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Is it truly a deathtrap? Have a thousand of my incarnations’ deaths yielded no hope? Is the Master of Time truly undying and unending?"

Li Mo’s Tao Heart neared collapse.

His previous efforts to seize the No-Life Mother’s opportunity had granted him strength rivaling the Immortal Ancestors, yet even Immortal Ancestors were far too weak to bear comparison.

The cultivators within Corpse Mountain began noticing Li Mo’s anomalies.

Li Mo abandoned resisting the Endless Void, letting his body and soul deteriorate into a perforated state, his vitality dimming almost into nonexistence.

His consciousness sank into silence, facing an infinite, deep darkness, muttering incessantly as he questioned how to break the stalemate.

Attempts to contact Li Mo through mental transmissions received no response; even his physical body could not abandon its concealment.

They surmised Li Mo might be undergoing a "breaking to build anew"—what seemed like the collapse of body and soul was actually utilizing his Immortal Body for further advancement?

Otherwise, his extreme behavior was difficult to comprehend.

Zu Xiuyun looked worried.

She had interacted with two different eras of Li Mo; the latter always exuded self-assurance, unperturbed by even the gravest dilemmas.

Zu Xiuyun had never seen Li Mo’s Tao Heart shatter.

"What did Master see?"

Zu Xiuyun sought insight from Si Rui, but his Immortal Body yielded no results. He knew only that from the movement of the mortal world’s corpse sea, it seemed a colossal entity was feeding—a thought that made one’s scalp crawl.

"No, I cannot stand by and watch the Immortal succumb to deviation."

Zu Xiuyun transmitted her intent to the other Twelve Immortals, then proceeded to walk outside of Corpse Mountain.

"Senior Sister, let me go."

Ruoshui volunteered, "With the strength of my Fake Immortal Realm flesh, second only to Master’s, the Endless Void won’t be fatal."

"I’ll go."

Da Hua Taoist stopped Ruoshui, setting up transit flowers with magic.

"I’ll use Sword Intent as support to block out parts of the Endless Void..."

Zu Xiuyun waved her hand, "No need."

The cultivators hadn’t yet reacted before Zu Xiuyun directly stepped into the Endless Void, her beauty fading into pure white bone under its erosion.

The Twelve Immortals simultaneously closed their eyes and sat cross-legged, channeling their vitality into Zu Xiuyun’s body.

The atmosphere turned silent and solemn.

The cultivators understood in their hearts—it was unlikely Li Mo fell into deviation for no reason; He had likely glimpsed the truth of the cosmos’ transformation.

If ascension to the Immortal Realm carried no significance, then where were they supposed to go?

"Forget it!"

"Live each day as it comes. Brother Taibai, wouldn’t you agree? Drink, drink, drink—if Master stays here forever, I’ll accompany him."

Ye Zhuo Daoist cursed and pulled out a jar of Corpse Wine, drinking with Taibai Zi, dissipating some of the tension from the unknown fate.

Outside, Zu Xiuyun began her body and soul’s disintegration: flesh and bones dissipated into dust, and her Fake Immortal Realm cultivation grew unstable.

Zu Xiuyun had no regrets; her steps grew resolute as she moved closer to Li Mo.

At her consciousness’s brink, her injuries healed under the influence of a Clear Stream, and her shoulder bore a constantly mutating hand.

Zu Xiuyun opened her eyes.

Li Mo had regained awareness, intently staring at the mortal world—his deviation unrelenting despite reclaiming clarity.

"Master..."

"A Xiu, I’ve calculated the time—I can live no more than three thousand five hundred years."

"Then let it be three thousand five hundred years. To know when life and Dao dissipates isn’t so bad," Zu Xiuyun’s obsession with immortality slowly waned.

"I’m not resigned."

Li Mo’s breath grew ragged, deceitful objects emerging from his blood and flesh.

"Even if it’s a dead end, I want to unravel it."

"A Xiu."

Zu Xiuyun smiled, "Master, the future is filled with variables—Three Thousand Tao, Forty-Nine Heavenly Principles, there must always be One that slips away."

"Three Thousand Tao, Forty-Nine Heavenly Principles, One slips away."

"There must be something I missed."

Li Mo ceased examining the memories of past lifetimes, focusing his Divine Sense meticulously on his Body and Soul.

In the instant his attention fell upon the Tao Seed, his eyes shone with clarity.