The perfect world in the eyes of double pupils

"boom!"

The black hole collapsed, and the world became a vast expanse of nothingness. Everything was swallowed up and then exploded.

He Wushuang's four sword embryos returned to their positions, transforming back into golden cross-shaped pupils, but blood was dripping from the corners of his eyes, dazzling like brilliant suns.

The same was true for Taiyin Shiyi; bright red bloodstains could be seen at the corners of his eyes.

The two clashed over their pupil powers and both suffered serious injuries.

He Wushuang remained expressionless, but inwardly he found it hard to believe. His pupil technique was inherited from the immortal giant Kundi, who was known as the most powerful and ancient immortal king in the alien realm. He should have been invincible, but in the end, he and the other party fought to a draw, each bleeding. How could he accept this result?
Not only him, but Taiyin Shiyi also sighed. If the person who came today were in their complete form, they would have suppressed this so-called leader of the younger generation from another region long ago. Why did they have to fight to this extent?

Ultimately, even a clone cannot reach the pinnacle of the Great Dao; its inherent disadvantages will only amplify as its realm advances.

At the Void Dao stage, he could still go toe-to-toe with Shi Hao, who used his body as a seed. But at the stage of "Severing Myself," he might not be able to defeat him.

At this moment, he was indeed a bit stronger than He Wushuang, but not strong enough to crush him. It would take a hard fight to determine the winner.

"Crack!"

The sky cracked open, lightning flashed, blood rain poured down, and He Wushuang's golden hair rose up strand by strand, each one like an indestructible divine spear, easily piercing through the void.

He roared, stirring up a towering cloud of gray mist, and used forbidden techniques to suppress this formidable enemy before him.

Not to be outdone, Taiyin Shiyi formed hand seals and made several starting stances. Instantly, the heavens and earth wept, ghosts wailed, and gods howled. Six black holes appeared, each containing supreme secret techniques. Under his control, they rumbled and spun like a giant millstone, crushing everything in their path.

"The Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Technique... has it not been interrupted in later generations? Very well, then let's settle this score. This Heavenly Technique once killed an important figure in my world. Today, I will suppress this lineage!" He Wushuang shouted.

The two clashed again, unleashing an earth-shattering battle between the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art and the forbidden techniques from another realm, a battle so fierce that the heavens and earth seemed to collapse.

Later, both of them were covered in blood, but in the end, Shi Yi gained the upper hand and suppressed He Wushuang.

The latter refused to believe he was inferior to others, his golden hair dancing wildly, transforming into endless golden spears as he charged towards Shi Yi.

"Roar!"

With a loud roar, Shi Yi transformed into a purple Qilin, its horns piercing the sky, breaking through the rain of golden spears, and charging towards He Wushuang.

Just as He Wushuang was about to cast a spell to deal with it, a mysterious force suddenly descended, affecting his primordial spirit and physical body, leaving him in a state of chaos, unable to distinguish up from down from left from right from front from back for a moment.

The next moment, a sharp pain shot through him as the Qilin horn pierced his chest, pushing out a fresh heart that hung from the horn before exploding with a "bang".

"what!"

He Wushuang screamed in agony as blood rained down. The power of the five elements invaded his body, and the demonic shadows behind him went berserk, as if they were about to materialize. They swung their weapons and slashed at the purple Qilin.

Taiyin Shiyi regained his human form and created a pure land with his hands to block the demonic shadows.

He Wushuang clutched her chest and retreated rapidly.

"Where do you think you're going? Suppress them!"

Taiyin Shiyi would naturally not miss such an opportunity. Behind him, an ancient tree that reached the heavens rose from the ground, supporting the vast universe. Each leaf held up the sun, moon and stars, and the whole tree was radiant, as if it were burning fiercely.

This is a phantom image of the ancient sun tree. On its canopy stands a three-legged golden crow, exuding an ancient and desolate aura, with the power of time permeating everywhere.

The next moment, the golden crow let out a cry that shook the past, present, and future. Instantly, the world turned blood red, immortal kings fell one after another, and even the legendary emperors fell into pools of blood.

This is a taboo ancient history, so much so that even the oldest immortal kings would turn pale when they mentioned it.

With the cry of the golden crow, the emperor's reign ends!

He Wushuang's expression changed. In his understanding, this forbidden technique should belong to the Golden Crow Clan of the Immortal Realm. Why did this human from later generations also possess it? How could this be? Who exactly is he?

Despite waving his hands to refine chaos and form one chaotic ancient shield after another in an attempt to withstand the attack, he still trembled all over, his body shook, and he coughed up large amounts of blood.

He Wushuang did not die, but he suffered a severe injury. He commanded the shadowy figures to surround Shi Yi and hold off this formidable enemy. He then took out the ancient healing pill once again, put it in his mouth, and used the healing secret technique to quickly repair his injuries.

"No wonder he's a leading figure in drug use," Taiyin Shiyi mocked.

He was surrounded by chaotic and immortal energy, with ten immortal spirits guarding him. He was heroic and imposing. He blasted through the shadows and broke out of the encirclement.

Then, he began to gather his strength, and his entire demeanor changed, exuding a murderous aura as he locked onto He Wushuang from afar.

Taiyin Shiyi did not want to continue the fight. With He Wushuang's ability to take drugs, this battle would be difficult to end in a short time if fought normally. However, he had already achieved his goal and verified what he had learned in his life.

Next, he will combine all his energy, spirit, and various secret techniques into one strike, a strike that will determine victory or defeat, a strike that will decide life or death.

He Wushuang's heart trembled, sensing something. He understood Shi Yi's thoughts and began to gather his strength. This kind of ultimate killing that combines hundreds of supernatural powers into one strike can only be dealt with in the same way. Otherwise, he would only be crushed.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

He Wushuang's temperament changed. His primordial spirit and physical body were pushed to the highest peak of his life. The gray mist was surging and almost solidified. At this moment, he was terrifying. His aura was much stronger than before. He was like a sovereign descending to earth, invincible.

The place where he stood was shrouded in darkness, like a human-shaped black hole, swallowing everything in its boundless darkness, inspiring despair.

In stark contrast, Shi Yi's three figures of the Great Dao Flower seemed to awaken at this moment, flowing out wisps of immortal aura, all flowing to his arms. The ten immortal spirits swirled around his fist, where unparalleled immortal light burst forth, dazzling beyond compare.

His black hair flowed freely, and his ethereal radiance was astonishing, making him appear like a young celestial king walking among mortals.

"kill!"

Shi Yi roared, forgetting everything in that moment, everything transformed into this unparalleled strike.

His right fist was astonishing, like a blazing sun of immortality, radiating terrifying brilliance. Strands of immortal energy transformed into lifelike feathers, drifting in the wind, as if he were ascending to immortality. In this process, his right fist was undergoing a transformation, reaching the ultimate sublimation.

He Wushuang did the same. He used all his life's skills and incorporated them into this ultimate killing blow. With the belief that he would win, he pressed forward without hesitation.

Heaven and earth stood still, time stood still, and only two figures were left walking and fighting, one radiating immortal light, the other shrouded in darkness, and they collided violently.

"Boom!"

Light and darkness collided, resulting in an unprecedented explosion. At the center of the battlefield, nothing remained; the most terrifying sight appeared: the world had just been created, and everything had been thrown back to the primitive era. Heaven and earth shattered, chaos surged, and even the sounds of the collision were drowned out. All things were being destroyed, decaying, and turning into the dust of history.

Both Taiyin Shiyi's immortal light and He Wushuang's darkness were collapsing and crumbling; however, the speeds were different, with He Wushuang's collapsing much faster.

In the end, the Taiyin Stone, incomparably resolute, transformed into a humanoid celestial light, bathing in darkness and emerging from its body.

He Wushuang fell to the ground, torn to pieces, and was killed by an invincible enemy.

Only Taiyin Shiyi remained, becoming the victor of this great battle.

Although he was covered in blood, had multiple fractures, and his chest was heaving violently, he won and stood until the end.

Behind him was a terrifying void rift, with scattered flesh and blood, and long golden hair falling everywhere, stained with thick blood, a truly gruesome sight.

Has He Wushuang died?

Shi Yi shook his head. This was most likely not a real battle, but a clash between divine senses, though their combat strength and methods were real.

With the Immortal Refining Pot around, how could He Wushuang possibly be decapitated?

Before I could think about any of this, an indescribable wave of time swept over me, and in that instant, it felt like an entire era had passed.

As time goes by, the countless corpses of powerful warriors lay scattered on that vast and tragic battlefield. Over time, they all returned to dust, as if time could erase everything.

At the foot of the Immortal Peak, a creature stands motionless for a long time, weathered by the passage of time, as if it has stood for millions of years.

He was none other than Taiyin Shiyi. He passed through the path and arrived at the foot of the Undying Peak. He was taken to a strange space-time by the power of the Undying Peak and experienced that earth-shattering battle.

He slowly awoke, his expression calm. He had no intention of seeking any opportunities on the Immortal Peak, for he knew that without the key, everything would be in vain. There was no need to add to his troubles. His purpose in coming here was to fight He Wushuang and consolidate his own cultivation. He had no other desires.

Taiyin Shiyi turned and left, but after taking only a few steps, he heard a sound behind him.

"If you can defeat He Wushuang, you must be a leading figure among the younger generation. Why not obtain the Undying Scripture before leaving?"

The He Wushuang you defeated was He Wushuang before he obtained the first four levels of the Immortal Scripture. Now, he is probably far stronger than before. Without the Immortal Scripture, if you encounter him again, the consequences are unpredictable. This is a raven, a heroic spirit transformed, responsible for guiding the future prodigies of the Nine Heavens who come to obtain the Immortal Scripture.

"I don't have the key."

Shi Yi gave a brief reply and then walked away, leaving the crow shaking its head and sighing. Without the key token to open the door, even if it wanted to help Shi Yi, it couldn't.

Taiyin Shiyi returned the way he came, and walked along the path. When he passed the hanging coffin, everything was calm and there was no unusual activity.

The only thing that made him uncomfortable was the gray-haired spirit sitting cross-legged on the cliff. Its eyes were too cold and too eerie, sending chills down his spine.

However, in the end, he did not make things difficult for Shi Yi, probably because he was wary of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disc on Shi Yi's wrist.

The ghosts here who have become immortals do not wish to be tainted by the mortal world, nor do they wish to provoke immortal-level powers. As long as Shi Yi does not provoke them, there will be no problem.

Outside the six towering, unparalleled peaks, a large number of cultivators stood there, watching the path. When they saw Taiyin Shiyi return calmly, they all showed surprise.

That was the ultimate trial ground, where no one had ever entered and no one had ever come out alive. Many people thought that Taiyin Shiyi was doomed to perish inside, but who would have thought that he would defy the heavens and return alive?

The Grand Elder of the Immortal Academy breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he was very worried. After all, the ultimate trial ground was too mysterious, and no one knew what was inside. There was something called "Ghost Immortal" at the entrance alone. Who knew if there were any living true immortals inside?

Fortunately, Taiyin Shiyi was safe and sound and escaped disaster; otherwise, he would have been filled with deep regret.

The crowd was shocked, and gasps of amazement rose and fell. People knew that Shi Yi's name was destined to shake the heavens and the earth. With such achievements, he was undoubtedly a leader of the younger generation.

Just as Taiyin Shiyi emerged from the path, intending to return to the Grand Elder's side.

Suddenly, a strange change occurred. The sky darkened, emitting a mournful wail. Black mist spread out, blotting out the sun, accompanied by blood rain.

"My God, could this be the evil spirit that Shi Yi, the one with double pupils, brought out from the ultimate trial?"

"No, it's those towering peaks that no one has climbed for millions of years that have been inhabited by ghosts who have become immortals. They have come to annihilate the world."

Someone shouted.

The surrounding cultivators were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they dared not stay any longer, scattering in all directions.

Only Taiyin Shiyi and the Grand Elder of the Immortal Academy remained standing still. They knew that this was not some kind of ghost becoming an immortal or evil spirit, but a scene created by humans to clear the area and do some shady things.

Taiyin Shiyi took a deep breath. He had expected this scene. The so-called immortal families were able to survive from the previous era and continue into this era for a reason. None of them could withstand scrutiny.

The Feng family had already tried to ambush him, but they were all wiped out by the Grand Elder of the Immortal Academy. It's unlikely they'll make any rash moves anytime soon. This time, it must be another family that came.

Besides the Feng family, there were several other families who strongly promoted the Sin Clan back then. No one wanted to see a Sin Clan prodigy grow up carefree and then settle scores for what happened back then.

The Grand Elder of the Immortal Academy never appeared; he remained hidden in the void, and no one could see him except for those Supreme Beings of the same level.

He wanted to see who this person was who dared to target his disciple.

Soon, there was no one else there, and the creator of the eerie phenomena such as black mist and blood rain finally appeared.

Two figures stepped out of the void. They were two middle-aged men, tall and imposing, with terrifying auras. Both were experts at the first level of the Escape Realm. As soon as they appeared, they stared at Shi Yi with deep and cold eyes, and it was clear at a glance that they were not here with good intentions.

"You are Shi Yi, the one with double pupils?"

The middle-aged man who was in the lead spoke up, his tone very forceful, as if he were questioning someone.

Shi Yi's eyes were cold. He had already guessed the origin of these creatures. He had suppressed Wang Xi and had an impression of the aura of the Wang family lineage.

"Wang family?"

"You're quite perceptive," a middle-aged man remarked.

"It must be him, there's no mistake. An ordinary Void Dao cultivator couldn't possibly be this strong." Another person spoke, their gaze sweeping around, seemingly wary of something. (End of Chapter)