Perfect Double Agent

The Soul Lamp is a very special item. It does not have any offensive power, but its function is extraordinary. In addition to determining the life or death of the Soul Lamp's owner and the strength of their life, it can also determine the approximate location of the owner.

In this upper realm, almost every important disciple and elder of a major power has their own soul lamp, and the Jietian Sect is no exception.

"Junior Brother's soul lamp has returned to normal, and his soul fire is much stronger than before. I'll go and report this to the Grand Elder."

"Junior Brother Li, let me handle these errands. You can focus on your cultivation."

The two disciples stood before a bright soul lamp, their hearts filled with excitement. The soul fire within the lamp was so vast that it was like the only great sun in the galaxy in this region, dazzling and radiant, which proved the power of its master.

At the same time, this is also a cushy job. No matter who reports it, the Grand Elder will definitely reward them generously upon hearing the news.

“You went last time, it’s my turn this time…” However, before Junior Brother Li could finish speaking, Senior Brother had already run off in a flash.

The sound of the Soul Palace's gate being pushed open could be heard from afar.

"That bastard..." Junior Brother Li cursed inwardly.

But for some reason, he suddenly felt a strange aura, as if a breeze had brushed past him.

"Someone's here?" Senior Brother Li turned around but didn't see any trace of anyone. The Soul Palace was located in a forbidden area, and ordinary people couldn't enter it at all, not to mention that there was always a Celestial Elder secretly guarding this area.

However, when he looked back again, he suddenly found that a tall, thin old man had appeared in front of him. The old man completely ignored his existence and reached out to take away the soul lamp that belonged to Junior Brother Bai.

But what's even stranger is that at that very moment, a bell rang throughout the entire Soul Palace, and everything came to a standstill as the sound waves passed through.

"A soul lamp is so sought after now... The Immortal Palace is so boring, it's just a disappointment... That big weirdo was much better. If I don't beat him up and make him serve me tea and water, I won't be able to sleep at all..."

"Huh... how long has it been, and this guy's strength has increased again?"

The location is... a no-man's-land?

I know this place well…

Chapter 224 The Supreme Being in the Well

The no-man's-land is a vast expanse of land, and its most distinctive feature is that it is better to see dead people than living creatures.

Throughout the long ages, generations of leaders have come and gone, and countless geniuses have died, yet this vast region remains unchanged, always retaining its inherent mystery and eeriness.

Two figures emerged from the void and landed in a forest. They looked around and immediately became wary.

This is a vibrant area with ancient trees reaching for the sky, their canopies like umbrellas, blocking out the sun. This single tree is as majestic as a mountain, having existed for countless millennia, yet it possesses no magical power or intelligence, existing only like an ordinary tree.

There are more than a dozen such trees in this area, which, when viewed from a distance, resemble a green mountain range.

"Luckily we ran fast. It was just a tiny insect, yet it was gnawing on the cult leader's corpse!" The witch was still shaken, but when she looked at the deathly silent forest around her, she felt uneasy all over. It was too quiet here.

"With your junior brother here, no one can hurt you, so don't worry."

"Is that so?" The witch blinked, her smile wide. She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief, like a little fox. "Whenever you say something like that, it's never good news..."

As if to confirm her words, suddenly, a wind picked up in the area, causing leaves to sway, flowers and trees to flutter, and withered yellow grass to roll as it shook...

But strangely, no sound came out at all.

The two took two steps back, their expressions cautious. However, the leaves swayed more and more violently, like a compass entering a chaotic magnetic field, constantly swinging without a fixed direction.

Suddenly, a clump of withered grass on the ground not far away was blown up and flew in this direction. A drop of black blood could be vaguely seen on it.

However, the moment it passed over their heads, an extremely cold aura spread out, and then the drop of black blood began to wriggle, transforming into a black figure that pounced on the two of them.

The witch raised her hand, and a small, spinning seven-colored sword flew out from her sleeve. She caught it instantly and slashed it towards the sky, the seven-colored celestial light engulfing the heavens and earth.

"Pfft."

The shadowy figure was cleaved in two, falling to the ground and turning into two clumps of black blood, but it no longer possessed its previous chilling aura.

"This is not a good sign..." The witch frowned, because there were still many withered grasses like this in the distance. Even further away, black dust was being stirred up and swirling in the air, accompanied by an extremely cold aura, making the whole world seem to be frozen.

"People who smile often have good luck. Senior sister, give me a smile." Bai Ye smiled, and anyone who didn't know better would think he was flirting.

The witch turned her head, revealing bright eyes, white teeth, and a curved red mouth. As she smiled, her alluring face shone with a captivating charm. She curtsied gracefully, "Since Master Bai has spoken, how could this humble woman dare disobey..."

"Ahem..." Bai Ye pretended to be serious, and as he reached out to help her up, he didn't forget to say, "My dear concubine, rise."

"You still want a concubine! With my looks, I can only be a concubine?" The witch slapped Bai Ye in annoyance, letting herself be pulled into the sky.

They moved quickly, fleeing the area without daring to linger. Although they remained vigilant, their speed never slowed, like two streaks of light streaking across the sky.

But just as they left the area, the witch suddenly spoke up, "Wait, there's something under that blood..."

Bai Ye stopped and stood in the air, looking in the direction the witch pointed. In a barren pile of crimson rubble, there seemed to be a wisp of blood flashing. It was hidden by the rubble and was hard to spot without careful observation.

Normal people would definitely not want to get involved in this situation, but this man and woman seem to be masters of courting death. Their restlessness makes them unable to be law-abiding citizens.

"Let's go down and take a look?" the witch asked, a simple stone bead appearing in her palm. This bead gave her a lot of confidence to roam around in the no-man's-land.

Bai Ye didn't say anything, and simply landed with the witch.

The pile of rubble was messy and varied in size, clustered together around a cluster of bright red clouds, like a child casually playing with the edge of a well.

The crimson glow was devoid of any divine energy fluctuations, as calm as a blood-red mirror, occasionally rippling on its own—the very ripples the witch had just witnessed.

"I think I just saw someone..."

"A person?" Bai Ye stretched out his head, and his gaze seemed to pierce through the barrier of blood. In that instant, a figure was directly reflected in his eyes.

This was a middle-aged man, dressed in a blue robe with black hair, tall and imposing, with a dignified and murderous face. He sat alone in a pool of blood, motionless.

However, there was a black broken spear between his eyebrows, with an axe blade embedded in its head, and even an arrow shrouded in black mist in his chest.

Clearly, this person had suffered more than one fatal wound and ultimately died here. The fact that the body is still relatively well-preserved is quite remarkable.

"Let me see if there are any residual supernatural powers or anything like that in that body." The witch gestured for Bai Ye to step back, and at the same time activated the stone bead in her hand, sending it flying down.

This is the Soul-Suppressing Pearl, a supreme treasure from a secret realm beneath Tianyun Mountain, and it is quite mystical.

In the original story, the witch wanted to use the stone bead to steal Yuechan's magic. Moreover, the bead had a close relationship with the small tower and its origin was extremely mysterious, a relic from some unknown era.

The stone bead was small, ancient and hazy gray. As it passed through the blood mirror, it caused ripples to spread across its surface. After a moment, it landed on the middle-aged man's head, hovering there and letting down wisps of chaotic energy.

"Hopefully, this will yield some results..." The witch raised her hand and pointed, and a mysterious beam of light appeared, striking the stone bead inside the blood mirror. The bead trembled, the dust on it disappeared, and it burst into a radiant glow. Accompanied by a mysterious aura spreading out, the corpse began to tremble, as if it were resonating with the stone bead.

This is being activated using the Heaven-Severing Technique to revive the Soul-Suppressing Pearl.

At the same moment, the bead spun, scattering strands of clear light that condensed into eerie runes shrouded in mist, which then disappeared into the corpse.

Clearly, both the Heaven-Severing Technique and the Stone Bead can be used for some form of theft, and when the two are combined, this mysterious aura becomes even stronger.

In a mere instant, as if disrupting the rules of heaven and earth and throwing time into chaos, the corpse trembled, its brow glowing, from which a wisp of pure energy flew out, and then, under the gaze of the two, transformed into a flower of the Great Dao.

This is an imprint on the body, containing the fruits of one's cultivation in life. Although it may not be complete, even a small part of it is enough to benefit the two of them greatly.

However, just as Shi Zhu was about to collect the Great Dao Flower, the flower forcibly broke free from its restraints and transformed into a sword embryo above the male corpse's head, suddenly slashing upwards.

In that instant, a terrifying aura shook the world, carrying a unique pressure belonging to the supreme being. It cleaved through the heavens and earth, vast and boundless. In a flash, it shattered the stone bead, its momentum undiminished, soaring straight into the clouds above, splitting the sky, and slashing towards a cluster of stars.

At this moment, Bai Ye and the witch were terrified, feeling as if their souls were about to be annihilated. That sword embryo was too sharp, terrifying beyond compare, and its power was soul-shaking, causing the outer realm to shake and dimming nearly a hundred stars in an instant.

"Could he have been a supreme being in his previous life...?" At this moment, the witch felt her legs go weak; the shock went straight to her soul, making her tremble involuntarily.

"Perhaps." Bai Ye took a deep breath and looked at the blood-red mirror. But strangely, neither the blood mirror, nor the earth, nor the sky were actually damaged. Only the nearly one hundred stars lost their brightness, and their appearance remained undamaged.

"A secret technique for attacking the primordial spirit? Could this person be from the Wang family?" Suddenly, Bai Ye thought of a possibility.

Chapter 225 The Three Great Sword Techniques

If we were to say which family possesses the strongest primordial mystery technique among all the heavens and earth, it would undoubtedly be the Wang family's "Pacifying Chaos Technique."

The "Pacifying Chaos Technique," along with the "Grass Character Sword Technique" and the "Immortal Tribulation Sword Technique," are collectively known as the three strongest sword techniques throughout history, representing three extreme forms of attack.

What's most remarkable is that these three sword techniques complement each other, allowing them to merge and unify, resulting in immense power.

Whether in the Upper Realm or the Lower Eight Domains, there are legends about the Three Great Sword Techniques, just like the Ten Fierce Treasure Techniques.

However, what many people cannot distinguish is whether those sword techniques or magical arts originated from ancient times or the distant past.

Just as many people believe that the Ten Fiends are ancient beings.

In fact, whether it is the Three Great Sword Techniques or the Ten Fiends, they all come from the ancient times and have all manifested, which is why they are widely known.

The Wang family's "Pacifying Chaos Technique" is just like this. In the mid-stage of the Immortal Ancient Era, an Immortal King from another realm led a large army into the pass, creating a critical situation. At the critical moment, an unparalleled expert stepped forward, transformed his primordial spirit into a sword embryo, and killed the Immortal King with a single sword strike, forcing back the foreign army and pacifying all directions.

Although that powerful figure also died, his achievements were unparalleled.

He killed an immortal king, quelled the chaos, and shocked the entire foreign land. No one else could do that.

Therefore, that sword technique is also known as the "Pacifying Chaos Technique".

In fact, Bai Ye said that he had always been thinking about the Wang family. Although he liked to use his supernatural powers, he had always longed for the three great sword techniques.

However, after the sword strike, the corpse below began to dissipate, its body turning into light and returning to the world. The single strike seemed to be an instinctive imprint within the body; once it was unleashed, the body could no longer sustain itself.

At the same time, images flashed by, like fragments of time.

"This is..." The witch snapped out of her shock, took the floating stone bead, and looked at the images, feeling dazed.

It was a blood-red world, with a massive black hand covering the sky, stretching endlessly, as if reaching out from beyond the realm, radiating an aura of supreme power. Wherever it passed, heaven and earth collapsed, stars were shaken to their feet, and countless lives were pulverized even before they fell.

In an instant, blood stained the world, and magnificent mountains and rivers were shattered. There were figures soaring into the sky with mournful cries, creatures roaring as they pounced on their enemies, and heroes shedding tears of blood.

This was an exceptionally terrifying battlefield, with bugles sounding everywhere, and countless lives lost. People kept rushing out, and people kept falling. Gods fell like rain, and the most outstanding talents were like straws. The cruelty far exceeded anyone's imagination; it was completely one-sided.

But at that moment, a powerful being appeared on this side as well. A figure arrived from another area and instantly reached the battlefield. Endless soul light shone between his brows, which gathered together and transformed into a dazzling primordial spirit sword embryo.

In an instant, countless rays of light and auspicious colors appeared, soul light danced, primordial spirit surged, and the sword embryo's power was overwhelming, slashing towards the ends of the earth at lightning speed, causing a huge black figure to fall and die.

This is the Suppression Technique. As soon as it appeared, it annihilated the enemy, and no force could stop it.

However, it was precisely the appearance of the sword embryo that made this battlefield attract unprecedented attention.

The earth trembled, the sky cracked, and eight enormous figures came side by side from the ends of the earth. The supreme pressure was like a boundless sea, engulfing the entire battlefield.

At the same moment, two figures exuding an aura of immortality also descended from beyond the realm.

This is far too terrifying and too despairing. Two immortals and eight supreme beings—this lineup is only meant to kill one supreme being. Rather than showing great importance, it's more like they're trying to cut their losses and prevent any accidents from happening.

This is very much in line with the style of foreign lands: they are willing to fight in groups but never engage in one-on-one combat. What they want is the overall victory of the war, not personal gains or losses.

The scene continued to flicker, but it was no longer the same as before. The battlefield was in ruins, the earth was scarred, and nearly ten supreme beings were besieging a middle-aged man. However, above their heads, several immortal beings were besieging a tall, golden-robed old man wielding a celestial golden sword.

He was too blazing, like a golden crow of immortality, brighter than the sun in the sky. His golden hair danced wildly, and with a wave of his hand, ten golden rays instantly transformed into ten great suns burning with incomparably terrifying flames, crashing down on his various enemies.

At the same moment, the immortal sword was flying, and the sword energy was surging, vast and magnificent, like eternal tribulation light. Under the full force of the attack, even immortal beings were facing the tribulation.