Perfect Double Agent

Several days have passed, and the fourth cycle has ended. It was Ziyu who revived her once again. The fifth time was the same, but Ziyu only had one more chance to be resurrected.

Even though a host of important figures outside were watching intently, their eyes like stars, filled with tension and anticipation, some even silently uttering malicious words or making unspoken curses.

On the sixth time, the mysterious primordial rune manifested again, and even the inextinguishable transparent flame and the inextinguishable aura reappeared. The latter two even showed a tendency to merge with the rune, as if to produce unknown changes, causing the seeds to revive and the Great Dao of Time and Space to take root and sprout, breaking out from the cocoon.

It appeared for the seventh time, and the three were even more closely connected. It seemed that the burning of the external reincarnation flames and the rotation of the reincarnation rules had allowed them to merge briefly.

The eighth time was different. This time, an accident occurred. The power of reincarnation was too strong, moving even a group of important figures. The seed of time and space was almost burned to nothing. Although it was eventually revived by Ziyu, Ziyu shattered completely after using up her last chance.

"Does he want to do it again?!" Even Xu Mingxuan's expression changed completely. If this junior dies here, the old monsters of the Immortal Academy will go crazy.

Chapter 339 Nine Reincarnations: Immortality

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the ninth time it actually started operating, which was astonishing and made all the important figures on the edge of their seats.

The cycle of reincarnation repeats eight times, each cycle stronger than the last, much like the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Technique, with each iteration building upon the last.

This bet is too risky, with a 90% chance of failure, or even a 100% chance.

But on this ninth occasion, they saw a different scene and felt an indescribable aura.

It was a vast world, like the heavens and earth of the ancient immortal era, where one enormous law after another transformed into a terrifying chain of order, binding a seed, mottled and full of impurities, to the center of the world.

Immediately afterwards, the heavens and earth turned, the universe was overturned, and boundless fires roared up. Everything was changing. The world was aging, decaying, and rotting, and the seeds within it were the same. This process was not fast; the passage of time inside was significantly different from that outside, and it was very long.

"Why is this happening? His seed isn't perfect; it has impurities!" the old man from the Wang family exclaimed, in disbelief mixed with deep disappointment.

This is the most authentic side of the Little Fairy King, allowing them to see some things, such as the spacetime seed that resembles a human.

Even the others were frowning.

However, what they didn't know was that nothing in this world is truly perfect; perfection is inevitable, and cultivators are merely approaching that perfection.

The process of cultivating oneself as a seed is like polishing a rough gem, gradually perfecting oneself rather than achieving the same level of perfection as those invincible seeds in one go.

But its strength lies in its enormous potential, in its ability to grow without limits, and in its eventual ability to reach a height that rivals or even surpasses the vastness of the universe.

Time flows on, heaven and earth grow desolate, the great Dao withers, and all things die, yet the flames continue to burn, burning away the irregular parts and the internal impurities, making the seeds even more crystal clear, as if they have been freed from invisible shackles, their inner potential has been stimulated, and they have been baptized.

But the truly dangerous moment arrived. The seed withered and died. The world and the power of reincarnation turned to ash, becoming boundless dust that settled on it, like the soil of reincarnation, forming a small mound that silenced everything.

"Is he dead...?"

Unbeknownst to anyone, a host of important figures were waiting anxiously, some even clenching their hands tightly, including the elders of the Jin family.

One day... three days... nine days...

"It seems he's finally dead... What a pity... Such a talented young man, we haven't seen one in 500,000 years... The heavens are jealous of talent, alas!"

"If he can come back to life, my Jin family will definitely support him wholeheartedly, allowing him to access the supreme immortal techniques and contribute to the future of the Nine Heavens."

The old man from the Jin family sighed, his face filled with sorrow, as if he were sharing the same pain. But the faint upturn of his lips and the heavy exhale were obvious to anyone.

"Damn it, that old guy is a real scoundrel..." someone cursed under their breath, but couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Some people don't want people who are too amazing to live. Rather than saying that the heavens are jealous of talents, it's more accurate to say that most of it is man-made.

But at that moment, the mound of earth suddenly trembled, and a glimmer of life appeared. Then, a tender sprout emerged from the soil, like a seed sprouting and breaking through the earth.

"Huh?" All the important figures were stunned. Even the old man from the Jin family stood there dumbfounded, feeling his old face inexplicably turn red.

"Fellow Daoist, the Immortal Heaven Technique..." Xu Mingxuan deliberately reminded him.

"Your Majesty is joking. To cultivate the Vajra Immortal Heavenly Art, one must have the bloodline of my Jin family's ancestor..." The old man of the Jin family looked left and right, only to find that all around him were contemptuous faces, making him wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Fortunately, everyone's main attention was not on him, but on the vibrant, emerging saplings.

It grew too fast, reaching its current state in just a few breaths. But strangely, the sapling resembled a human-shaped tree, with branches like arms, a crown like a head, a trunk like a body, and roots like legs. Stretching out, it seemed to collapse heaven and earth, shake space and time, drawing endless spacetime power to transform into a waterfall that cascaded down, washing over itself.

However, at this moment, they suddenly rubbed their eyes and realized that it wasn't actually a sapling, but rather a person. The illusion they had had was because they were too engrossed in the role.

The figure was tall, with a faint, primordial rune between its brows, burning with what seemed to be an eternal flame. It flashed and then disappeared.

However, the white-clad figure possessed extremely strong spirit and energy, as if his entire body had undergone a qualitative leap. Although his cultivation level had not increased, the vitality he exuded was like a boundless ocean, and the world around him seemed about to shatter.

Even the creatures surrounding the crater were awakened and involuntarily forced to retreat, as if they were under unimaginable pressure.

"Bai Ye, you're not dead?! What a pity!" Someone roared, almost depressed with frustration. This bastard imprisoned and tortured them, and their flesh and blood still haven't recovered. Now the chance for revenge has finally arrived.

"Nine cycles of reincarnation... immortal and indestructible... Heaven dares not destroy my body, Earth dares not bury it, so how could I possibly die... You've disappointed me..."

The words, spoken lightly and without any real emotion, enraged the group, making them so angry their noses were crooked.

"Brothers, let's attack together! Set up the Immortal Slaughtering Formation and annihilate this arrogant junior!"

"is it?"

Bai Ye raised his hand and casually pressed forward, causing the entire surrounding area to collapse instantly, causing a group of skeletons to scream and rush out.

"You're too arrogant!" Someone unleashed their full power, golden light filling the sky, like a prehistoric giant. The surging magic and violent aura formed a stark contrast with the cold and sickly face.

"One sword reigns supreme!"

Peerless sword light also flew out one after another. It was a sword seed that was manifested and transformed into a supreme sword embryo, using the power of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth to launch an attack.

This is the true manifestation of the power of the Immortal Ancient Method: using seeds to unleash the power of the Great Dao and crush all opponents of lower realms.

"Boom!"

A figure suddenly crashed down, smashing several skeletons away.

At the same time, his entire form changed. Nine giant dragons stretched out from behind him, each with a different head, all exuding a terrifying and oppressive aura. They were too ferocious.

Jin Zhifei was the first to be affected. He wanted to use his ultimate technique, so he activated the Vajra Immortal Heavenly Art and dared not be careless.

But at that moment, a dragon head suddenly swooped down, ferocious and radiating a strange power that rendered all his magical power ineffective.

"Magic...immunity?!"

"boom!"

The enormous dragon head loomed over, brutal and direct, its claws reaching out to smash relentlessly.

At this moment, the sword light also fell, hitting the dragon's body and emitting a lot of sparks. Ning Wu's soul fire almost burst out. Without saying a word, he turned around and left because he found that Fairy Chi Meng was too cunning and ran away very fast.

Silver-Patterned God was quite unconvinced and was fully activating his third eye.

Chi!

A dark beam of light spread, sweeping across the heavens and earth like a ray of death. Wherever it passed, the laws of death annihilated everything, relentlessly sweeping across the entire battlefield.

That was the third eye of the Nine Nether Hound, an eye said to contain the ultimate death, born specifically for destruction.

"Ah..." Someone screamed in agony, his soul flame almost extinguished. It was the Silver-Patterned Divine Lord. He was struck, his entire skeleton shattered. At the critical moment, a crimson flower appeared, taking away his remaining primordial spirit and a blood-red eye, and quickly retreated.

Bai Ye only glanced at it and didn't pay any attention. It was probably left behind by a powerful person who died in another realm, but it had turned into something like a treasure seed and no longer had its original mark.

Nine dragons covered the sky, wild and invincible, destroying this land with countless holes, and no one could stop them.

"How is this possible... I clearly had the strength to fight back before!" Lu Tianye shouted. Although it was only with the force of a kick, he could at least fight back. Unlike now, his opponent was like an invincible being in the Void Path. With just one look, he almost extinguished the fire of his soul.

"I refuse to accept this! You ambushed me!" Jin Zhifei roared. His opponent was immune to magic right from the start, and a dragon head was shoved directly into his face. He felt so frustrated, with no way to use his strength.

"I look down on you..."

Bai Ye arrived, ignoring the group of skeletons scattering in all directions, and looked down at the blood-covered figure lying on the ground.

He suffered terribly; his body was cut in two, and the wounds still reek of the laws of death.

"Junior!" Jin Zhifei glared angrily. He almost thought he had misheard. As a descendant of a human immortal, he had the blood of an immortal flowing in his veins. He was also one of the most talented people in the modern history of the Jin family. At only thirty-two years old, he had already entered the new world of "Slaying Me". At most a few years, he would be able to break through the barrier. Such talent was unmatched by many in the world!

However, the other party was quite frank.

"I have no immortal bloodline, no powerful clan supporting me. I started cultivating at six, and I'm only twenty now. You, on the other hand, are clearly from the previous generation, yet you lie on the ground like a dead dog. What do you have to be proud of..."

"You!" Jin Zhifei trembled with rage. If it weren't for the black sword embryo between his eyebrows, he would have unleashed his strongest primordial spirit and crushed this bastard.

"I'll wait for you to enter the 'Slay Me' realm, and I'll wait for you to challenge me again. I hope you won't keep me waiting too long, because next time... I will kill you!"

"Pfft!"

A huge shoe fell down, rapidly enlarging in Jin Zhifei's pupils. Then, it stomped twice, crushing his head, while a sentence echoed in the background.

"Your Jin family had better think this through. If you continue to cause me trouble, you'd better hide Jin Zhan well, because I'm afraid I might accidentally kill him!"

The words echoed, turning Jin Zhifei's primordial spirit ashen, and causing the important figures outside to be dazed. Those words were not only spoken to those inside, but also to them. This young man definitely possessed terrifying strength to sweep across the contemporary world, unless their generation secretly intervened and used their absolute strength to suppress him.

Otherwise, if these little monsters blocked the entrance and openly brought an old monster to challenge them, the younger generation would basically be wiped out.

"Arrogant, too outrageous! At the same level, our clan's Qilin child is invincible, undefeated, and no one can defeat him! Ignorant brat, you underestimate the world!" The old man of the Jin family was jumping up and down cursing, but this reaction undoubtedly revealed his lack of confidence.

Chapter 340 Call Me Ancestor and I'll Grant You a Princess

The square was vast, with auspicious clouds stretching endlessly. In front of the central gate, elderly people craned their necks in anticipation, some nervous, some expectant, and some with gloomy faces, watching the heroic young man emerge.

The other party was too aloof, without any earthy airs, and didn't seem like a young person at all. He lacked the flamboyance and arrogance of youth, and was instead too bland. Even when facing a group of important figures, he didn't show the slightest emotion.

These people are all powerful cultivators at the Transcendent level, the youngest of whom have lived for hundreds of thousands of years. They are all ancient ancestors, and most of them come from long-lived families or the strongest lineages. With just a glance, they can make any Void Daoist bow down.

Now, despite being stared at by more than a dozen powerful figures, the young man's expression remained unchanged. He even smiled as a greeting.

"Young man, with so many of us here, are you just going to leave like this?!" someone shouted, their voice extremely authoritative.

Bai Ye looked up and followed the sound to the side of a tall, white-haired old man.

The other party was stern and unsmiling, with eyes wide and piercing, exuding great authority and adopting the demeanor of a senior. He seemed to have a very high air about him, but on his wide sleeves, there was a bright "吕" character.

"Or what?" Bai Ye retorted. "You intend to fight me? Sever my realm, and I'll give you a realm advantage."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent. Although they were all important figures, everyone turned their gazes away from where that contemptuous gaze was directed. Even the old man of the Jin family did the same, raising his head high but closing his eyes.

It was utterly humiliating. The other party's gaze was exactly like the way they used to look down on ants; no one dared to meet their eyes.

This almost made everyone cough up blood. Who is the real strongman?

Some even cursed inwardly, "This little monster... has already become a force to be reckoned with!"

Originally, some people wanted to give them a warning, but now, no one dares to make a move, even Xu Mingxuan's gaze is strange.

The white-haired old man still had a stern face and an extremely serious look in his eyes. "Tianye is my descendant. He deserved to be beaten by you twice, but you think you can just leave after beating my descendant? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

"Then what do you intend to do!" Bai Ye's gaze deepened, and even the inside of his sleeve revealed a sharp edge, exuding a supreme aura.

The old man merely glanced at it, unmoved, but his gaze grew even more serious. "Call me ancestor, and I will give you a precious pearl!"

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