Perfect Double Agent

Chapter 202 Useless at Everything, Number One in Internal Strife

The news spread extremely quickly, and Youyu became famous overnight. As a man who dared to challenge the first generation of the group, he was undoubtedly respectable.

"As expected of the strongest person of the Celestial Race in this era, has the leader of the Six Heroes become this powerful? We are truly far behind him." Someone sighed, their eyes filled with envy.

"The news comes from a War King of the War Clan. I heard that You Yu single-handedly defeated four First Generation warriors, and was incredibly powerful."

"Did Youyu win?" someone asked.

"Cough cough... I heard they didn't even last one round..."

"He can't possibly win. Do you even know who those first generation members are? Little Demon, Zhen Gu, Feng Wu, and Taurus. Any one of them could easily crush You Yu. Let alone all four of them attacking together, even those big shots would be forced to kneel if they encountered that group of first generation members at the same level!"

The news spread not only in Shenyue City, but even more so in Shenyue itself, reaching the ears of some important figures.

This is a blue celestial palace filled with chaotic mist, suspended deep within the secret realm. It is vast, majestic, solemn, and heavy, like an immortal celestial palace that will never fall.

Two figures sat cross-legged in the hazy, chaotic air, surrounded by billowing smoke. They sat facing each other, one large and one small, like a close father and son, or a master and disciple.

"He has already appeared... Are you confident you can defeat him..." the middle-aged figure spoke, his voice ethereal and unfathomable, making it difficult to discern his emotions.

Di Chong nodded. “Don’t worry, I am not a clone. The only ones who can stop me in this world are ancient freaks. Although Bai Ye is very strong, he has accumulated too little experience. His foundation is not as good as mine, and his supernatural powers are also not as good as mine. Apart from that one shot, he is not a threat.”

"Although our temple's immortal techniques are powerful, unparalleled throughout history, and unstoppable by anyone, they still cannot break through magic immunity, according to the information provided by Lightning Child."

His magic immunity lasts for about a minute, and with the added effect of Rejuvenation, the total duration shouldn't exceed two minutes. Furthermore, he possesses mastery over time and space, which is his greatest strength. Once you find yourself on the defensive, it will be very difficult to turn the tide.

"Then what should we do?" Di Chong asked.

“I found the Battle of Burial Valley in your secondary body’s sea of ​​consciousness, and used some ancient methods to transform it into a simulated body. You can fight him first to hone your skills.”

As they spoke, a simple, gray ancient stele appeared in the palace.

This is a relatively uncommon method, usually used by powerful figures or religious leaders. In order to cultivate the combat experience and control of supernatural powers and techniques of their descendants, they often leave a mark so that their descendants can fight against it and hone their skills.

Di Chong was very familiar with this kind of treasure. He had encountered more than one kind before. Some were from gods, some were from the Void Dao, and some were from giants. But the difference now was that the target was a little demon.

"Don't worry, it's just a mere mark." Di Chong closed his eyes, his brows radiating supreme divine light. With the surge of his primordial spirit, he established a connection with the stone tablet.

The middle-aged man nodded inwardly. Di Chong was the one he had chosen and the one he had taught. Whether it was temperament or talent, he was the best of the best. It would be difficult to find someone in the entire Upper Realm who could compare to him. He had always been very satisfied.

But at that moment, the emperor opposite him suddenly trembled, his closed eyes snapped open, and even his face turned gloomy.

"Killed?" The middle-aged man just watched quietly. This was not unexpected. When he had finished refining his cultivation and went in to fight the mark, he was almost killed by a single shot. If he hadn't broken the rules inside at the critical moment and forcibly restored his cultivation level, he would have died as well.

“That innate supernatural power is impossible to dodge, far exceeding the power that should be present at my current level…” Di Chong’s expression was rather grim and very solemn.

"There is no truly invincible method in the world. Even the Ten Fiends, as strong as the immortals of the Immortal Ancient Era, will still die and will still be defeated. His innate supernatural powers are indeed strange."

But precisely because it is so powerful, it also consumes a lot of energy, so it cannot be used multiple times. At most, one or two shots can be fired in a battle. This is your chance.

He possesses innate supernatural powers, and you also have your own innate talent. If you can win the heart of that little girl Yuechan, under the influence of the Heaven-Mending Technique, your innate talent will become even stronger. Not to mention Bai Ye, even those few most deeply entrenched freaks wouldn't be your match.

"The art of mending the heavens..." Di Chong pondered.

“Yuechan is not simple. My master once said that she may really be related to the Qingyue Fairy of the previous era. You and she are a perfect match. This is why I let her enter my Immortal Palace to cultivate back then.”

Di Chong was slightly startled and looked up. His master was still blurry, but his master's master was his grandmaster, who was also the true controller of the Immortal Palace. Before the Primordial Era, he had defeated the Supreme Palace and killed the Supreme Palace Master, who was a Supreme, thus completely eliminating the great enemy of the Dao lineage.

Back then, the Immortal Palace and the Supreme Palace were just like the current Heaven-Mending Sect and Heaven-Intercepting Sect—irreconcilable and sworn enemies.

"Once you defeat Bai Ye and resolve your greatest enemy of our time, I will not only propose marriage to the Heaven-Mending Sect on your behalf, but I will also ask my master to guide you."

"Chong'er understands." Di Chong's expression was solemn. The moment he nodded, his eyes shone brightly, and even his brows revealed a deep-seated pride.

This is their Immortal Palace. Although there are not many people, and the lineage has been passed down through generations, there are only a few people. But they are all extraordinary and have always been able to stand above the entire Three Thousand Provinces since ancient times.

Of all the powers in the world today, which one has a supreme ruler?

Just like the so-called invincible giant in your eyes, he is actually only the number two in my Immortal Palace.

This is the gap.

Meanwhile, in a celestial palace in another region, a similar scene unfolded, with two people facing each other, only the individuals were different.

"That Pumo Tree was brought up from the lower realm by you, wasn't it?"

Yes, that's right.

"I don't care what you do with the Pumo Tree, but now you've pulled this stunt on me. You ran away with your senior sister, leaving behind only a spiritual body. Do you really think Di Chong is weak?"

"No, I think he's very strong, although I'm stronger." Bai Ye was frank and open, answering every question, leaving the top figure of the Jietian Sect looking helpless.

"The Immortal Palace is not simple. Although my Jietian Sect is not afraid of them, we have been instructed to avoid conflict. I suspect that the old Supreme may have survived his death ordeal. If you have any plans, it is best not to let that tree enter the Immortal Palace." The leader of the Jietian Sect was worried. He had encountered a disciple who did not like to cause trouble but liked to stir up trouble. He was also helpless.

In the past few days, several guys have been glaring at him, mainly because this kid has killed quite a few first-generation members. That's how it is with big powers; everyone runs into each other all the time. There are only a few giants in the entire Three Thousand Provinces. Although disciples compete for supremacy, if someone dies, it's because they are not skilled enough. But to say that they don't have a thorn in their side is impossible.

Just like him, he even made a special trip to the Ten Thousand Mountains back then, just to stand up for this little guy.

“He won’t enter the Immortal Palace. Besides, the old Supreme Being of the Immortal Palace was seriously injured back then, which caused his qi and blood to deplete. Now he can only fight a few times at most, and it’s even a question whether he can leave the Immortal Palace,” Bai Ye said.

“I know you were seriously injured, that’s no secret, but how did you know that your blood and energy were depleted?”

"Actually, even if he hadn't been injured, my Intercepting Heaven Sect wouldn't be afraid. What truly makes those above wary is what's behind the Immortal Palace." The sect leader looked strangely at the calm young man before him. He was neither arrogant nor impatient, possessing the grace of youth, but also the composure and responsibility expected of him…

Just then, the cult leader's gaze shifted, and he looked at the six black holes in front of the boy's palm. He almost couldn't help but cry out.

"Could it be the legendary Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Technique? You've found the inheritance of the Supreme Hall?!"

"No wonder you knew, you must have encountered something like the mark left by the Palace Master, right?" The leader of the Intercepting Heaven Sect kept talking to himself. Before Bai Ye could even start making things up, the other party had already successfully filled in the blanks in his mind.

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be. Otherwise, the Immortal Palace wouldn't have kept such a low profile. This is actually good news... The Supreme Hall's successor from a previous generation is going to fight the Immortal Palace again. It might cause quite a stir..."

The cult leader continued to mutter to himself, as if he had been holding it in for many years. But what he didn't know was that both the Supreme Being of the Immortal Palace and the Remnant Immortal were actually more afraid of death than the other.

Even so, those two individuals alone could intimidate three thousand states and silence the giants.

Another one who can intimidate all the supreme beings in the heavens has reversed right and wrong, turning merits into crimes, and to this day no one has dared to redress the injustice.

The darkness of this world is half outside the Nine Heavens, and half inside the Nine Heavens as well. They are good for nothing but internal strife. The biggest characteristic of the Nine Heavens is that they betray their own people.

The only thing that made Bai Ye secretly gratified was that it was easy to gain merit in the Nine Heavens. He just didn't know if killing a so-called genius who claimed to be able to bring down a tribulation of lightning during a debate on the Dao would count as merit.

If that's the case, he could raise several more such prodigies, raise them like pigs, and slaughter one every now and then.

I, Xiao Anlan, an undercover agent from the Nine Heavens, am determined to rid the people of evil.

I, the Little Immortal King, an undercover agent from another world, calmly reap the rewards.

As he thought about it, Bai Ye couldn't help but smile.

In this life, there's no need to wrong yourself. Do whatever makes you happy. As for right and wrong in the future, as long as you stand tall enough, no one can point fingers or dare to speak nonsense.

Like that broken immortal.

Chapter 203 The Most Invincible Shield in History

The selection realm transcends the realm.

This is the last area, and also the most difficult hurdle in the selection process. There are countless heroes in the world, and many who remain unknown throughout history.

However, after more than two days, only a mere two or three hundred people managed to get here.

Of the hundreds of millions of people who entered, only two or three hundred ultimately made it here. This is no longer one in ten thousand, but nearly one in hundreds of thousands.

Furthermore, the hundreds of millions of lives represent only those who successfully participated in the selection process. Countless others were killed before even entering the gate. All those who entered had reached this point by stepping over countless corpses.

The golden ocean stretched as far as the eye could see, without large waves or strong winds. Only the brilliant and intense golden energy permeated the entire sea surface, so sacred and dazzling that just one glance was enough to cause a stinging pain in one's eyes.

In the sky, the enormous, hazy figure still remained. He was like an ancient celestial king sitting cross-legged above the clouds, or a ruler looking down upon all living beings. At the same time, he seemed to be a silent guide, always telling everyone the direction to go.

Two or three hundred people were scattered along the coast, all dressed in rags and covered in blood. In just over two days, they had endured countless hardships and checkpoints, and the fighting along the way was more than they had experienced in their entire lives.

They might not be the strongest or the most talented, but they are the most successful. Each of them seems to have undergone an unimaginable transformation, with bright eyes and a firm will, but they are also wary of each other.

"Sure enough, it was right. The best way to cultivate is to fight against tens of thousands of people. Killing hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions of people in just two days is better than hundreds or thousands of years of hard cultivation. Those cult leaders are something else."

On the shore, a young man, enveloped in divine flames, whispered. Having survived countless battles, it would be difficult for his spirit and energy not to undergo a complete transformation.

It can be said that this was a stroke of luck, a seed that the leaders of various sects cultivated by taking advantage of the deaths of hundreds of millions of lives, much like raising a poisonous insect.

However, it is not just a simple battle, but also interspersed with various checkpoints and tests. After all, those leaders do not accept just anyone. Seeds selected in this brutal way will receive the best resources for cultivation once they are brought back to the lineage.

"Crossing the boundless sea of ​​suffering... Reaching the other shore... A leap of transcendence..."

Some people were also looking at the huge stone monument standing on the shore.

The characters on it are ancient and imbued with the meaning of the Great Dao. Each character is like a Dao talisman, and those who are not gifted enough cannot decipher its meaning.

"Does this mean we have to cross the Golden Sea and reach the other shore?" someone wondered.

"There are three final trials left, which should correspond to the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the Other Shore, and the Fish Leaping Over the Heavenly Gate. These are methods used by the Western Paradise Sect, and it is said that even among its millions of disciples, very few can successfully cross them," someone explained.

"So what if it's the Western Church? We've endured countless hardships, fought off all our enemies, and overcome all the obstacles set up by our leaders. We're already far superior to what we were before. Even if those first generation members came, they might not be stronger than us. How could the final three trials possibly stop us?" someone said coldly.

"Wait...something's coming!"

In fact, it is true.

Amidst the golden essence that transformed into a vast expanse of mist, ships drifted silently toward the shore, though their numbers were not numerous.

"One, two... ten... fifty... one hundred?"

"Only a hundred ships? Are they telling us to keep fighting and leave only a hundred men behind?!"

Some people looked grim, some remained unmoved, and some secretly sneered, their eyes already scanning others as if choosing prey.

There are three thousand jade tablets, representing the original plan of three thousand people, which also corresponds to three thousand prefectures. However, only two or three hundred people have come here, which is nearly ten times less than the original plan. Now, there is even a reduction in the number of people, which shows how harsh the selection process was.

"What use is there for extra trash? Even if you raise it, it will still be killed. It's a complete waste of resources." Someone licked his lips, looking incredibly wicked.

This was a strange young man with red hair, no more than twenty years old. He carried a blood-red sword bone dripping with blood in one hand and hundreds of jade tokens stained with blood in the other. His entire figure was hidden in the blood mist, with only his cold face showing.

However, this person is named Wanlu, and he is very powerful. He has already reached the pinnacle of the Venerable Realm. Most importantly, he is a wild first-generation cultivator. The blood-red bone sword in his hand is his supreme sword bone, which comes from his spine.

"That bastard..." someone cursed under their breath, their eyes flashing. This person was not only powerful, but also extremely unscrupulous, specifically targeting those who held jade tokens to attack. The hundreds of blood-stained jade tokens in his left hand were the best proof of that.

In fact, many people in this area have been attacked and killed by the other side.

"Too much killing goes against the natural order; he'll probably die young." Some people didn't hide their sarcasm and directly mocked him, their faces full of disdain.

"Ge Dun! Do you want to die?" Wan Lu coldly swept over, the killing intent in his eyes like two tangible lightning bolts, shooting over in an instant.

However, before they could reach the shield, they were blocked by an invisible wall of energy.