Perfect Double Agent

"No, I don't want to die, I just want to watch you die... Of course, you can also choose to be angered to death by me. After all, back then, my grandfather caused a lot of trouble because he was too talkative, so he chose to live in seclusion. In the end, he woke up one day and found that his enemies had either passed away or been killed. In his grief, he could only go to his enemies' graves to see them."

“This is a really sad story,” someone said.

“Right? I think so too.” Godun looked at the young man who spoke. The man was cold and sinister, with a pale face and a sidelong glance. He was clearly not a good person.

However, Ge Dun was not surprised. In fact, he completely ignored the gazes of everyone present and continued, "A new generation replaces the old. My grandfather outlasted countless opponents and was invincible. In the end, he was outlasted by my father. Isn't that funny?"

Even before my father died, he left a message in front of my egg, saying, "My son, we are a race cursed by the heavens. The previous generation is destined to be sent away by the next generation."

Others live shorter than paper, but we live longer than the sky. Living is so tiring. In order to prevent you from crying as you send me off, Dad has to go first.

Hehe…” Ge Dun shook his head and sighed repeatedly, as if he was recalling something. His appearance was unfathomable and extremely annoying, making everyone twitch their lips, but no one dared to refute him.

Because the Goth comes from a race called the Long-lived Turtle, which is not very strong, and can even be described as very weak.

However, they have naturally strong defenses that far exceed those of other turtles of the same class, and most importantly, they have a very long lifespan, several times that of ordinary turtles, hence they are called long-lived turtles.

However, it is precisely because of this unique talent that the Longevity Turtle race is very suitable for refining longevity pills and defensive artifacts. Therefore, in ancient times, they once suffered the most tragic massacre, which caused this race to disappear into the past.

However, for some reason, a mutated long-lived tortoise appeared at this grand event.

"Alas, everyone says that the little devil's Crimson Spear is unparalleled in the world, and it is generally acknowledged that it can kill any contemporary. I, Ge Dun, disagree. Since ancient times, no one of the same level has been able to break through my clan's defenses. Moreover, this tortoise controls the most solid shield of its generation. The little devil can't do it, and you, Wanlu, are even less capable. This tortoise can outlast your great-grandchildren!" Ge Dun stretched out his hand, pointing in all directions, directly including everyone, instantly maximizing the mocking effect.

"That son of a bitch, so arrogant, I really want to burn him!" someone cursed under their breath. Many people even suspected that this race was captured and used for alchemy because they were too arrogant.

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but you're all trash. Not one of you can fight. Wait until I go out and beat that little devil to a pulp, then I'll outlive your grandsons."

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a barrage of powerful techniques rained down upon him. The crowd was furious. Everyone who had made it this far was proud and arrogant, and they could not bear to be mocked like this.

"This tortoise... is it a first-generation one?"

At this moment, even the creatures that had been watching from the outside world were stunned.

Chapter 204 A Grand and Spectacular Event

The selection process was actually being projected outwards, not only inside the Golden Divine Moon City but also in the outside world.

Even places like Starlight City, Crimson Sun City, and Snowfield City are using the array to conduct live projection broadcasts.

This was a grand spectacle, with countless beings crowding the spirit realm to watch. If someone were standing outside, they could easily see the dense crowds.

"Isn't the legendary longevity tortoise supposed to be gray? Why is Godun's true form a white jade tortoise?" someone asked, looking at the giant white tortoise in the projection.

"It must have mutated, just like the little devil's mount, the golden bull. It's not just a bloodline mutation, but also a first-generation one."

Someone explained, "Gordon might be the same. Look at his back; the symbols there are even more ancient and complex, like the patterns of countless great paths. A group of people attacked him, and not only were they unharmed, they could even fight back."

This was astonishing; not only were the people outside stunned, but even the creatures inside the golden moon couldn't help but rub their eyes.

"Where did these freaks come from? This son of a bitch lies there, exhausting others while falling asleep himself. No one can stand it!" The prodigy stared wide-eyed at the white turtle lying with its eyes closed in the projection of the besieging crowd.

This guy is practically born with a maxed-out taunt skill; let alone a Venerable One, even Divine Fire probably couldn't touch him.

It has to be said that the innate advantages of some races are truly abnormal.

Examples include the Ten Fiends of the previous era, contemporary beings of this era, the Little Demon's dual power of space and time, Di Chong's nine lives, Yue Chan's perfect Dao embryo, and Zhen Gu's golden bloodline.

Many people are born extraordinary, which makes others envious, but also makes them feel powerless.

……

The night passed.

Today marks the end of the selection process and the beginning of the grand event.

Countless beings are surging towards the Demon Continent in the Spirit Realm, and hordes of people are using all sorts of methods to witness the spectacle.

Furthermore, many powerful figures from other factions even used their extraordinary abilities to rebroadcast the projections of the nine central cities.

The concept of live streaming didn't exist before, but this event was unprecedented, and even many important figures weren't invited.

The division of the Demon Continent is not something that can be done by anyone but a major power. There are only a dozen or so people who carry out the Daoist traditions. They are the rule-makers and controllers of this world. Other powers who want to benefit can only follow suit and get a taste of the soup after the other side has eaten its fill.

This is reality; strength is the fundamental factor in determining one's voice.

On this day, the Dao Bell appeared from the sky, and its resounding chime echoed throughout the entire Demon Continent.

"It's about to begin... Will those important figures make an appearance...?"

"Will we be able to meet the legendary leaders of the major sects? And will we be able to see those peerless beauties who are the most stunning in the world...?"

Billions of living beings eagerly awaited the arrival of this legendary figure, their eyes fixed on him, unwilling to even blink.

"It's out...it's out..."

It was a vast Taoist temple, so large that it resembled an endless celestial realm, with white smoke billowing, celestial mist spreading, and chaotic energy swirling around it, like a Taoist temple belonging to immortals.

At its very center, a vast abyss spews forth seven-colored energy, creating a breathtakingly beautiful and dreamlike scene.

Around it, jade tables were laid out in rows, and futons were densely packed, arranged in a circle around the huge abyss, dividing it into one area after another.

But this is only the first layer.

Above that, there is another layer, like another heaven, with white clouds as its base, each supporting a futon and a jade table. They are not directly above the first layer, but are arranged backwards, similar to a circular arena.

However, there are only about a hundred futons on this level, far fewer than at the bottom.

Moreover, at the very top, there is another layer, even more solemn, with eighteen colorful auspicious clouds as its base and auspicious clouds as its ribbons, supporting eighteen magnificent and sacred golden chairs.

They were so transcendent, like towering, unapproachable celestial mountains. Just standing there empty, they exuded an unimaginable, heavy aura that made it hard for people to breathe.

The three layers of clouds, like three celestial realms, stand in succession around a huge abyss, dividing it into different factions. It's hard to imagine who is participating, and who will sit on those eighteen high and noble chairs.

"They've arrived..." people exclaimed.

"They're here! The legendary bigwigs!" someone exclaimed at that moment.

They were enormous figures, appearing silently and sitting cross-legged atop the three layers of clouds, surrounding the abyss. Each one was like an embodiment of a great path, hazy yet towering, majestic and sacred. Their forms and faces were indistinct, only their transcendent figures, detached from all things in the world, looked down upon the world below, as if looking at all living beings, or perhaps at all the gods and demons of the heavens.

"They really are giants... one, two... ten... eighteen... the eighteen great lineages..." All the beings who witnessed this scene could not hide their bewilderment. This was perhaps the closest they had ever come to those legendary invincible giants.

Then, one after another, majestic figures appeared. They stood below the giants, still arranged in a circle, each sitting cross-legged on a cloud. Although they were lower than the giants, they were higher than the third layer of clouds. These majestic figures, whose faces were not visible, were also leaders, but most of them were Xu Dao or Zhan Wo.

"The selection process is almost over..." A powerful voice rang out, as if falling from the ninth heaven. Even through the projection, it still left countless beings stunned and their bodies trembling.

"It'll be quick. There are quite a few promising talents this time. Unfortunately, the little ones I had my eye on have been eliminated." A bigwig murmured, which drew laughter from the crowd.

“In that case, those little guys should arrive now; they are the true protagonists of this grand event.” Someone raised their hand, and with that movement, beams of light instantly appeared across the sky.

Thousands of beams of light descended from the sky, accompanied by auspicious energy, as if piercing the heavens and descending from beyond the realm.

Faintly visible within each beam of light was a figure, drawn by the beam to descend upon each prayer mat.

There are renowned prodigies, scions of powerful clans, disciples of Taoist traditions, peerless fairies, and even the first generation of prodigies who dominate a province.

Each of them sat cross-legged on a prayer mat. Some were quiet, some looked around, and some looked up with shrewd and defiant eyes. But when their gazes fell on the leaders and giants at the top, they quickly lowered their heads.

Clearly, those who can enter that place are all extraordinary talents, and many are dissatisfied and unwilling to admit that they are inferior to others.

Some people frankly stated that they were not inferior to others, but the seating arrangement was based on the power behind them. They represented not only themselves, but also the traditions or elders behind them.

As the saying goes, what matters here is the backing. After all, in the eyes of those eighteen giants, the first generation is an ironclad foundation, while the prodigies come and go like flowing water. There are countless talents in each era, but how many can ultimately endure as long as they have?

Chapter 205 The Most Holy Fairy and the Most Evil Demon

"Who are those eighteen people sitting in those seats? Are they the people representing the giants?" someone wondered.

Many people saw familiar faces on the first level, while others saw familiar faces from the first generation on the second level.

"The Holy Maiden of the Sword Palace...she's here too!"

"Not only that, look at the wild beast sea, and also the Golden Bull and Phoenix Dance, they're actually on the first level!"

"Ahem...it's probably because of the powerful forces behind them. They're probably here on behalf of their elders, just going through the motions," someone explained.

Indeed, that is the case. They sit on the first floor, but that doesn't mean they are weak. Some are even extremely powerful, such as Feng Wu and Jin Niu.

"Hey, isn't that Feng Wu next to that cow? She's the one who kicked you so hard that you almost got shattered that day?" On the second floor, Yu Lun asked You Yu next to him.

"At the time, I was breaking free from the shackles of the spacetime force when she kicked me to the side. If you encounter her in the future, it's best not to let her get close." You Yu nodded in acknowledgment. He had indeed lost, but it wasn't shameful. He had thought about it for two days, and every time he recalled that scene, he felt that no matter how he dealt with it, he would still lose.

For any person of his generation in his situation, death was the only option.

"The second level is not simple either. There are Youyu and Yulun from the Celestial Race, and the War King from the War Race... But how come they are on the second level?" someone asked, puzzled.

"Perhaps the level of the important figures of the two races is not high enough. The Celestial Race and the War Race have long since declined. The two combined may only be comparable to a super power."

Many people are discussing that there are too many people appearing now. The first level alone has nearly 100,000 people. Apart from those representing the forces behind them, most of the people on this level are famous geniuses or first-generation disciples who have come here, as well as some other disciples from the lineage.

The number decreased significantly on the second level, to only a few hundred; however, the third level had even fewer, with only eighteen.

Those empty, tall seats resembled celestial mountains that suppressed the world, radiating divine light and surrounded by golden brilliance, exuding nobility and brilliance.

"Buzz!"

As a giant hand pressed down, eighteen more pillars of light appeared in the sky above the entire dojo.

They were so bright and intense, enveloped in auspicious seven-colored light, that they enveloped and carried down blurry human figures.

“They are… the Black Orchid Clan’s female demons—the first Black Orchid!” someone said, looking at the woman in the black dress sitting high on the chair.

She gently rested her snow-white chin on one hand, her alluring face smiling as she surveyed her surroundings. Her crossed legs swayed slightly, and even through the hem of her skirt, one could see her extraordinary height.

She was a terrifying first generation, but she became famous a few years earlier than people of her time. However, because the Immortal Ancient Era had not yet been established, she had been suppressing her strength. Otherwise, she might have become a true god by now!

"Look, who is that person..." someone pointed to a serene girl in white in the projection.

She was beautiful, possessing a nobility that ordinary people could not attain. Her figure was perfect, and she sat quietly in the chair. Her stunningly beautiful face was aloof and otherworldly, so beautiful that it was breathtaking. Just by sitting there, one could imagine how many people were drawn to her.

"She is... Yuechan?! And she's not wearing a veil!"

At this moment, the crowds outside were in an uproar, which is very rare. It's not that it never happens, but it's rare for people not to wear veils.

Countless people were watching the beautiful girl, who was so stunning and perfect that she had been deprived of the joy of dressing up since birth.

"Who is she looking at? That guy..."

"Could it be the rumored little devil?"

Countless beings were watching the young man standing next to Yuechan. He was calm, with a wide white robe covering his body, his hair casually draped over his shoulders, his eyes deep and bright, his temperament gentle and indifferent, and a smile that never faded from his lips.

"Is this the ruthless little devil who kills without blinking an eye? How come he seems so gentle? Look at his gaze, it's as warm as a spring breeze, it's almost melting!" a girl exclaimed.

"That's because you're melting! Didn't you see everyone around you shivering? They're terrified even through the projection." Someone exclaimed, though he also felt a sense of warmth. It was completely different from the rumored image of the little devil. It was as if this gentle, boy-next-door-like boy was an imposter, while the rumored bloodthirsty and fanged one was more deeply ingrained in people's minds.