Perfect Double Agent

The Holy Sacrifice was very special, but also very strange. In just over ten days, his blood and spirit seemed to have undergone a transformation, with an all-round improvement.

The feeling was very clear, like undergoing a tempering process that removed impurities from the body, making the physical body and primordial spirit more transparent, and even the blood in his body was accelerating its transformation towards transparency.

However, this was not the end; he had not yet fully entered the realm of the Holy Sacrifice. This was only the first round.

"Waaaaah..."

A chilling wind still lingered, accompanied by low murmurs and sobs, as if it had crossed time and space to find its source. Around him, some creatures wept, some glared at him with venom, and some ghostly figures tore at him, as if trying to rip his flesh apart and devour his soul.

Bai Ye slowly opened his eyes, expressionless, and coldly glanced around. There were too many phantoms, like ghosts, densely packed, occupying all the space in this world, blocking all the light, completely surrounding him, eerily terrifying.

But when his gaze swept across them, all the phantoms trembled, as if they had seen a great terror. They all lowered their heads, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

"boom!"

Just then, for some unknown reason, a huge sound suddenly rang out, echoing from afar and reverberating throughout the world, resounding in his mind.

It was the sound of waves crashing, one after another, not very intense, but very clear. In a daze, the mist around him seemed to be shaken apart and began to become unstable. But this also seemed to stimulate those phantoms. They, who were still trembling, actually raised their heads at the same time, revealing pairs of blood-red eyes.

Instantly, screams, howls, and roars filled his ears, making his head feel like it was about to explode.

Bai Ye didn't know if all cultivators performing holy rituals would experience strange sights, but he watched calmly, his gaze even penetrating through the dense array of phantoms to see what was behind them.

It was a sea, with countless realms within it, but each one seemed frozen in time, as if stripped of its age, becoming a still, unchanging scene.

Some great realms were stained crimson with blood, while others stretched for billions of miles, littered with corpses, rivers of blood everywhere, the sun falling from the sky, and battlefields in ruins...

Every scene was like a painting, flashing through his mind. Even on the boundless sea, he could see towering black shadows. They were so tall that they seemed to have broken through the universe, ascending to the heavens and descending to the netherworld. Each one exuded an invincible aura that looked down upon the universe.

But some of them were injured and helped up, while others fell forever on the sea. A wrecked boat, a broken weapon, and fragments—it was like a simple funeral.

However, they were like victors, stepping through the ruins, raising the blood flag, supporting their comrades, and facing the ravaged sunset, continuing deeper as if they were about to step into hell.

"What is this..." Bai Ye frowned, because he felt that those demonic figures should be at the Immortal King level. The difference was that those people seemed to be dark creatures. In fact, he even saw a figure carrying half a broken shield and holding a blood-dripping golden spear, following behind a group of demonic figures, looking very tired.

"King Abi?"

Bai Ye's brows furrowed even deeper. Was this a scene from the past? Or a period of time when the kings of foreign lands once waged war?

But what does this have to do with him?

Although these images appeared in his mind, judging from the situation, they were clearly related to him, especially since those vengeful ghosts were still clinging to him and biting him incessantly.

This suggests that those scenarios may not have occurred in the past, but rather in the future.

"Could it be... that the fate of this other realm has been altered? The Destroyer of Worlds? The King of Kings? The Butcher? Me?"

A series of questions flashed through Bai Ye's mind, leaving him in silence.

He felt no affection for Jiutian, nor for the foreign lands, but he always believed himself to be a rational person: if you don't betray me, I won't betray you either.

As Bai Ye pondered, he suddenly felt that this was unnecessary, as if a thought was growing in his heart, making him unable to help but drift off.

When he calmed down, he found that nothing strange had happened at all; the scene just now seemed like an illusion.

"The holy ritual is indeed quite bizarre..."

The white night calmed down, drawing upon the essence of the sacred wood once more for a new round of purification.

……

"How long does a typical holy ceremony take?"

In a pool of azure mist, a seated figure opened her eyes. Between her brows, a divine flame seemed to burn, and wisps of the world's energy flowed around her, causing the space around her to continuously crack.

“Two to five months is enough for a normal person, but some people have taken half a year or even a year. That process is very strange. You can come into contact with extraordinary things. Some people say they have seen their past lives, some say they have seen their future, and some even die in that process. Your junior brother has amazing talent, so there shouldn’t be any major problems,” the girl in blue on the shore said calmly.

"It's been over two months, why isn't it over yet? Could something have happened to him? No, I have to go check on him." The witch stood up and, to Lan Xian's astonishment, flew off into the distance.

“Someone is looking for you outside. Going out now is not a good choice.” Lan Xian followed.

The witch paused, then suddenly laughed, "Choosing to be my enemy is not a good choice either."

Meanwhile, on the edge of the ancient land where Bai Ye was located, something extraordinary was indeed happening.

Those were two young figures, only seventeen or eighteen years old, but their auras were exceptionally powerful, far surpassing that of their peers. They were like two little dragons, and their surging blood and qi fluctuations could be easily sensed even from a great distance.

“Never seen him before…who is he?” The purple-haired boy asked his companion, pointing to the white figure sitting cross-legged deep within the sacred tree.

"You're asking me? Who should I ask? But he's probably similar to us, most likely he's also cultivated a wisp of immortal energy. Since there are people inside, let's forget about it and go to another grove." The blond boy shook his head.

The Sage's Forest is not only effective for cultivators at the Great Perfection of True God level, but also for cultivators at lower levels. It is equivalent to baptizing oneself with Dao Fire, which brings great benefits.

"Wait, don't you think that back view looks familiar?" Wu Tai couldn't help but say.

"Everyone in the Immortal Academy looks familiar. Now Yinchuan is leading a group to ambush Little Celestial Immortal. Are you going or not?"

"Yes, of course I'll go..."

Suddenly, Wu Tai shuddered violently, feeling an endless sharpness lingering behind him, sending a chill down his spine.

The moment he turned around, his pupils contracted sharply, "Oh no..."

"Hmm? He is..." Jin Peng's body also couldn't help but tremble. He looked at the top of a mountain behind him, where an ordinary gray-clad figure was leaping towards this direction. His speed was not fast, but with each step, he shattered a mountain. After a few steps, several mountains were already broken.

“Yu Wudi… could he be looking for you?” Jin Peng asked, stunned.

"Damn it, he's chased me all the way here. I might get killed. Let's get into the woods!" Wu Tai said decisively.

"Why would he kill you? Yu Wudi usually doesn't bother with people like us, right?" Jin Peng said, but his figure couldn't help but retreat. He was terrified of the gray-clad youth.

But strangely, when they stepped into the forest, it was as if they had entered another space.

The white-robed figure remained the same, but it was different from what they had seen before. With his back to them, he kept making hand seals, changing his gestures, and casting out primal runes that were imprinted on the void.

But in the instant it passed by, it also stirred up wisps of the Great Dao, doing something unknown. With just one glance, they couldn't help but be captivated, unable to extricate themselves from it.

That was the original true meaning of the Great Dao, very similar to the original true explanation, radiating a strange and mysterious power. It changed rapidly in the air, as if it had been distorted. Those runes actually turned into golden lotus buds, arranged in front of the white-robed figure.

Then, another transformation began. The golden lotus stretched out and bloomed, like flowers of the Great Dao. The flowers bloomed to their fullest, breathtakingly beautiful, and eventually fell off, but the Dao fruit remained on them, as if they had experienced reincarnation.

Then, they changed again, turning into grains of dust. As they spun, they emitted a thunderous roar like a giant star, the sound so loud it seemed to resonate throughout the world, expounding the ancient and profound mysteries of the Great Dao.

But then, a strange sound of flowing water arose again, like a rushing river, growing from clear to violent, making them feel disoriented, their minds and bodies drifting away...

Then, they didn't know where they were, as if they were standing on a boundless, dreamlike ocean, with huge waves crashing against the sky and covering the stars, as if solidifying worlds. Finally, a bell rang out, which suddenly jolted them back to their senses.

However, they found that the figure remained motionless, and they themselves had never set foot in the Sacred Tree Forest. Their experience just now seemed like an illusion.

"Damn it... what kind of monster is this..." Wu Tai cursed, feeling cold sweat all over his back. Although he was just an ordinary disciple in the Immortal Academy, he had cultivated a strand of immortal energy. His family would find a way to add another strand later, making it two strands in total. He was an absolute genius, but now he was actually scared.

"Little Immortal King... Little Celestial Immortal's junior brother..."

Suddenly, a voice reached their ears, making them tremble and gasp. To be called the Little Immortal King was more than just a compliment; it was proof of an extraordinary talent. But, "The Little Celestial Immortal has a junior brother?"

Clearly, the person who spoke was too lazy to explain, and simply gave Wu Tai a cold glance before stepping into the jungle.

Instantly, the entire forest rippled, like a pebble dropped into water, creating concentric circles of waves.

"Ten days from now, our academy will send an envoy to the Holy Academy for friendly exchanges, and you will be one of them." Yu Wudi said indifferently, his ordinary face devoid of any emotion.

"Did the elder send you?" Bai Ye responded.

"The Grand Elder sent me here. You and your senior sister are both chosen ones who will be sent as envoys to the Holy Academy."

"Okay, I understand..."

Bai Ye stood up, and with his movement, the entire world seemed to tremble. His surging power seemed to shake the heavens and earth.

However, strangely enough, his cultivation level was not high, only at the Divine Fire level.

The gray-clad youth left, truly only to deliver a message. However, deep within his eyes lurked a fighting spirit, for since being brought back, he had learned extraordinary information.

Both the girl who treated him like a dog and the boy in white robes possessed terrifying talent and were highly regarded.

"What happened to my senior sister? Who is chasing her?" Bai Ye looked at the two innocent-looking people.

“It’s not exactly a pursuit. The Immortal Academy forbids infighting. Although Yinchuan has a good relationship with Zi Ri Tianjun, he wouldn’t dare to kill anyone,” Jin Peng said.

"The Purple Sun Heavenly Lord?"

Wu Tai whispered, "The Purple Sun Heavenly Lord is one of the four giants of the Immortal Academy. His talent is unparalleled throughout history, ranking alongside the Little Heavenly King, Blue Immortal, and Great Sudatta. He is absolutely terrifying..."

"Huh?" Wu Tai was stunned. Before he could finish speaking, the other party left. "Peng'er, quickly reveal your true form. Let's go rescue Junior Sister Little Fairy."

Not having been beaten up by Yu Wudi, Wu Tai relaxed and started joking around.

"roll!"

……

The ancient land of silver sand is a vast desert composed of endless dust and sand, stretching as far as the eye can see, yet one can also see huge, scattered stars lying across it.

According to ancient legend, at the beginning of the era, this land was a divine land, full of endless life. Later, an accident occurred here, and an unparalleled figure perished, failed to attain enlightenment, and transformed into the desert.

At that time, the Immortal Academy did not seem to have control over the Immortal Abode, and it is unknown what happened, but this place was definitely a terrifying and dangerous place, inhabited by a very scary race.

However, there are also rumors that there is celestial gold deep in the desert here, and someone once brought out a fist-sized piece of celestial gold from it, and that person was Little Heavenly King.

On this day, several uninvited guests arrived in this vast desert. They came from an oasis, stirring up countless dust storms wherever they went.

"Yinling, are you really going to protect her? I'm your cousin!"

"I've never seen such a useless cousin as you! Get out of here, or I'll chop you up too!"

"Brother Meng, please help me suppress my cousin. I will reward you handsomely afterwards," Yinchuan said to a young man surrounded by two streams of immortal energy.

"It's alright, I've been wanting to have a close sparring session with Junior Sister Ling'er for a while now." Meng Du smiled and instantly rushed towards the desert.

"Get out of my way!" Yin Ling swung her Phoenix Wing Immortal Golden Halberd, sweeping across the battlefield with an invincible aura that made Meng Dudu unable to help but retreat and temporarily avoid her sharp edge. It was hard to imagine that this tall and beautiful girl was filled with unimaginable violence in her bones.

Even the other person was like that, dressed in a seductive black dress with delicate features, one hand gripping a boy's neck. The seven-colored sword was indestructible, stabbing him several times, each strike aimed at the heart without mercy, causing a scream to erupt from the boy.

Looking back, her beautiful face held a hint of cunning, like a little fox. Her movements of raising and lowering her sword were light and graceful, extremely beautiful, and pleasing to the eye.

"This little pervert..." Yinchuan felt a sharp pain in his heart. If he lost again, he would probably suffer the same fate.

"The thrusting motion is wrong... You can apply binding runes to the sword first, so that it won't make a sound when it lands..."

A sound approached rapidly from afar, accompanied by the vibration of the Great Time Machine. A golden beam of light silently appeared from space, landing on Yinchuan's back, piercing through halfway, leaving only a blood-stained spearhead exposed. The control of the movement was extremely precise, preventing Yinchuan from making a sound.

"Junior brother?" The witch turned around, her face beaming with a bright smile, looking at the figure that had appeared out of nowhere behind Yinchuan.

Bai Ye arrived, casually tossing aside the half-dead Yin Chuan, and his gaze fell on Meng Du. At the age of eighteen or nineteen, he had already cultivated two strands of immortal energy, his talent was truly extraordinary. As for the third strand of immortal energy, even if he couldn't cultivate it, the old monsters of the Immortal Academy would find a way to make up for it.

“Little Immortal King!” Meng Du’s body trembled, and his gaze changed rapidly. Although this person looked like just a divine fire, he might become the fifth giant of the Immortal Academy in the future. Like Yin Ling, he was one of his competitors.

"He's not the divine fire... The holy sacrifice was a success..." In the distance, a figure in blue robes whispered, a smile in his eyes, even a hint of eager anticipation in his expression.