Next, Ji Mo went to the Arctic Ocean to visit Bonnyu, and then found the Black Rose and stayed quietly for a while.
Then, he found Grandma Nie Qian to inform her that Qing Lian was still alive, and then went to find his good brother Ying Tianbao.
Ying Tianbao had a big baby boy. Originally, the loving couple often quarreled over a small matter.
This small matter was that Ying Tianbao, in his authoritarian way, named his son, which made his wife Chen Hui feel as if there was a person between them, someone who held a higher position in Ying Tianbao's heart than she did.
She was certain that her husband harbored a wild woman deep in his heart.
Ji Mo left Ying Tianbao's house in considerable embarrassment, the roar of Chen Hui's shrewish voice still echoing in his ears.
"Good for you, Ying Tianbao, you're still so stubborn. What kind of vixen makes you so devoted, so reluctant, burying her in your heart and giving your son such a name to show your affection? Today, you must reveal who that mistress is, or I'm not done with you."
Although Ji Mo really wanted to turn back and ask Ying Tianbao what he was thinking, why he had given his eldest nephew such a name, he was also afraid of finding out something.
Ji Mo visited a few more people, then returned to the Void Sword Sect.
The Void Sword Sect was now led by Er Lengzi, the 250th generation sect leader, who was slowly leading the sect towards revival.
There were only a dozen or so disciples before, but now they had increased several times over. Compared to the major sects with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of disciples, their numbers were indeed pitifully small.
But Er Lengzi seemed to remember Ji Mo's teachings and was pursuing a path of elite soldiers, cultivating disciples who were all outstanding and capable of standing on their own.
Ji Mo was quite comforted. As expected, Er Lengzi was reliable and could be of great use, and would surely lead the Void Sword Sect to new glory.
With a hint of excitement, he entered the City of the Sky.
In the Purple Bamboo Forest, Little Luo Li was very disciplined, meditating and cultivating alone.
The Ginseng King squatted beside her, supporting his little head with his hands, dozing off.
The little girl had already reached the Celestial Immortal realm, which was an incredibly terrifying cultivation speed.
Ji Mo dotingly tickled the tip of her delicate nose, showing a fatherly smile.
Someone once asked why Luo Li, who had no relation to Ji Mo, was treated so well by him.
The reason was actually very simple: having experienced the rain, one is willing to hold an umbrella for some people.
Ji Mo himself came from an orphanage. For Little Luo Li, who had lost her parents at a young age, he was naturally willing to give her warmth and care.
Bonnyu and Yue'er were the same. Orphaned and helpless, after meeting Ji Mo, they had someone to shelter them.
In the humble courtyard.
Tian Peng, who had become as round as a ball, lay sprawled in the chicken coop, deeply understanding the art of lying flat, living a beautiful life.
Xiao Tuantuan nestled in the iron cauldron, gnawing on bamboo shoots without flavor, greatly missing the good old days of eating meat heartily.
It often held its head and scratched its cheeks, because it couldn't remember who the good person was who gave it meat.
Lin Mengmeng was painting, and the paper was filled with blurry figures of tall, mighty men.
Xuan Yang was specializing in tea ceremony, almost exclusively drinking various kinds of goji berry tea.
Beside him, Wang Wenjian was engrossed in researching all sorts of potent pills, having developed dozens of varieties, confident that his pills could cure all ailments.
Seeing this scene, Ji Mo's head was filled with black lines.
Was his image in the hearts of these two so "ethereal"? He didn't know whether to praise them for respecting their teacher or for being rebellious.
As a teacher, he was not ethereal at all!
Over there, Oulige, dressed in a tight leather suit and writing furiously, caught Ji Mo's attention.
He was quite curious. This guy, who came from the grasshopper clan, had he changed his ways and started creating?
Upon closer inspection, he was quite surprised.
Oulige was writing a book, or rather, a memoir.
"In my youth, I was muddle-headed, wasted my time, and did too many bad things, until I met... Huh, who did I meet?"
Oulige's creative journey seemed to be doomed from the start, as he encountered a creative bottleneck.
Ji Mo snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, Oulige was jolted, as if he had suddenly been enlightened, and began to write with divine inspiration: "Until I met... Mr. Ji, he is the lighthouse of my demonic life, guiding me forward, and also the mentor of my demonic life, allowing me to understand the meaning of existence..."
On the crooked old willow tree, a shimmering silkworm cocoon shook violently, emitting a voice of ecstatic joy: "Master, I knew you weren't short-lived, you would definitely come back alive."
The voice of the Nine-Transforming Heavenly Silkworm was choked with tears. She was too excited that her master was not dead and had returned safely.
"Yes, I'm back."
Ji Mo appeared before everyone, and at the same time, a magical power spread out like flowing water.
All the people and numerous pets around instantly regained their memories of Ji Mo.
"Sir."
"Brother Ji."
"Master..."
Instantly, all the people and pets rushed forward.
The entire City of the Sky was filled with laughter and joy.
Ji Mo initially found the scene quite heartwarming, his heart filled with warmth, until Xuan Yang brewed him eighteen cups of goji berry tea in a row, and Wang Wenjian presented him with dozens of fist-sized pills of various colors. He suddenly felt exhausted.
Next, Ji Mo began to upgrade the City of the Sky with all his might.
He brought back the Bodhi Tree from the Small Thunderclap Temple and, along with the old willow tree, elevated them to the level of World Trees.
Then, using these two spiritual roots as sources, he transformed the City of the Sky into a small world.
Ji Mo intended to follow the example of Laozi and create a doomsday shelter, where all his friends and family could hide and survive the apocalypse.
He had obtained the legacy of the gods on Blue Star, and the vast resources were enough for him to squander.
Legend has it that the Creator created a world in seven days. This cannot be verified, but Ji Mo took only three days to successfully transform the City of the Sky into an incredibly safe, sturdy, and extremely hidden small world.
As long as the Nine-Transforming Heavenly Silkworm guarded it, even that bastard Qi Hei would have difficulty finding it.
During this period, Ji Mo also divined for himself multiple times, and the results were all the same.
A dead end!
However, such results did not cause even the slightest ripple in his heart.
In the depths of the universe, the dark power continued to erupt, becoming more and more intense, sweeping across all heavens and myriad worlds like a surging tide.
All the dark strongholds had fully appeared. Those dark lackeys and butchers were sharpening their knives. Some had even become impatient and begun to slaughter wantonly, turning many planets into abattoirs.
Ji Mo knew that time was running out. He instructed the Nine-Transforming Heavenly Silkworm that if he failed in this endeavor, she must take good care of his friends and family and protect them through the dark harvest.
In the next epoch, she was to assist Sister Bao'er and Brother Kongxu, and avenge him.
This was also his second layer of insurance. The Nine-Transforming Heavenly Silkworm, upon reaching her complete form, combined with Leng Baobao and Great Immortal Kongxu, still possessed the power to end the darkness.
Having made all the necessary arrangements, Ji Mo, with no regrets, piloted the bronze coffin and began to head towards the depths of the universe.