Perfect Double Agent

Damn it, this guy is such a scoundrel. If you wanted to submit, you should have said so earlier. Why are we fighting to the death? Anyway, none of us can break through in the future. In this lower realm, we can offer sacrifices to the heavens when needed, beat up that bumpkin Heavenly Emperor, and take a nap when not. Isn't that better?

"Pfft!"

One of his heads was severed, and Bai Ye gave him no chance to think further, delivering several more blows before completely suppressing him.

This scene greatly shocked the four emperors who had just returned from the void, especially since their mouths seemed to be saying, "There are four more."

"Let's go to the ancient underworld!"

The eight Quasi-Immortal Emperors spoke, their bodies vanishing, yet they didn't forget to call for another battlefield.

There were still seven people there. One of them was killed by the Feather Emperor, but the Feather Emperor was also taken away. In the devastated void, only the Blood-Soaked Old Man of Annihilation remained, with a still writhing corpse suppressed under his claws.

"Can we fight again?"

Bai Ye looked at the giant Nine Nether Beast in the center of the battlefield. Its two bull horns were broken off, one eye was gone, and black blood was flowing from it. The nine dragon bodies that contained most of its magic power were now reduced to only three. Its body was covered in wounds, riddled with holes, and bleeding profusely, making its entire form look both ferocious and vicious.

"This is the final battle... so naturally we must fight to the very end, not for the sake of the common people, but just to see the powerful figures from beyond the world."

Having fought to this point, the Old Man of Annihilation had long understood that the primordial matter existed, but it was not in the hands of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor of the Calamity Land. Even if it did exist, it would have been consumed long ago. What truly kept him going was that with the Calamity Land destroyed, a living Immortal Emperor might emerge behind it, just as a king longed to see an emperor, so too did he.

"So what if we see them? Will we be captured and used as mounts or pets? We come from the lineage of that Immortal Emperor in the Boundary Sea. Although we are related to the Calamity Land, we are not the same kind of people, nor have we ever been recognized."

The Old Man of Annihilation's face darkened. It was impossible for him to become a mount. He would rather die than be treated as a plaything of the Immortal Emperor. After all, he had almost reached that realm himself. If he was going to do something, he should be the strongest. Why should he become someone else's lackey?

"Then why did he... bind himself to the Dark Continent? You've also traced the past and know that he didn't die, that he still has life."

"Isn't this an investigation? Besides, if it can cause problems for a Celestial Emperor, then the one who made the move must also be a Celestial Emperor."

"Let's go, let's fight this final battle. Whether there is an emperor or not is up to fate." Bai Ye reached out, and the chains of law connected with the Old Man of Annihilation. Then, the Undying Flame of Time and Space spread, healing his wounds.

The Old Man of Annihilation glared fiercely, though he felt something was off. Just a moment ago, he had been determined to die rather than submit, and even the arrival of the Immortal Emperor could not shake his will. But now he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

Some things, once done the first time, will happen again. Over time, you'll get used to it.

Just like now, with Jiuyou Ao in front and Bai Ye behind, connected by a hazy divine chain, they gradually disappeared on the cycle of reincarnation.

In the dim light, there were only two blurry figures and the white-clad man turning his head.

Behind them, the great battle of the heavens continued, fierce and dark. Some died, some had their halberds shattered, and their tall bodies were covered with countless wounds, including arrows, broken spears, cold fragments of celestial blades, and colorful wings. There were also fragments of the Great Dao order generated by the divine powers of the kings, destroying the vitality within their bodies.

There were too many creatures attacking him; even those immune to magic couldn't withstand it.

"What is legal immunity? How is legal immunity constructed..." The tall man swayed, his gaze piercing through endless distance, as if meeting the eyes that turned back. He was still being bombarded, with supernatural powers raining down, and even though he had cultivated the Undying Scripture, he could not withstand it.

He remembered that the Heavenly Emperor said, "The law of immunity is the opposite of all laws. If all laws are Yang, the attack is unparalleled and the power is incomparable. Like a myriad of flowers blooming, it can fully demonstrate the strongest aspect of the power of magic."

Therefore, the law of exemption is Yin; one flower is worth ten thousand flowers; when my flower blooms, all other flowers wither.

For any great path, its opposite can be found, and how to transform the void into the solid, and how to do it.

Whether it's supernatural powers or magic immunity, both are driven by magic power. They are two extensions in different directions from the same point. It's like the Great Fifty, where one is removed. Forty-nine is the dazzling supernatural power, while the dim and low-key one is magic immunity.

They all originate from the same point.

"So that's how it is..." The tall, swaying man's eyes, which had been dull and lifeless, suddenly shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

Eliminate all laws and you will be invincible; gather all laws and you will become an emperor!

These ten simple words do not mean that he should abandon his own path, but rather that he should use the path of others to complete his own path.

The battlefield is the best place to mend one's path. He transforms into a furnace, gathering all laws to emerge, and the Great Dao can be achieved.

In this way, the chaos in the heavens will vanish like smoke.

Chapter 656 Pacifying the Evil Land

The ancient underworld is located at the end of a cycle of reincarnation.

This is a mysterious, secluded underworld, an ominous place shrouded in dark mist. Its vast territory stretches to the horizon, like a continuous universe. Dark, large stars are scattered across the sky, arranged in the black mist, slowly rotating and making a clicking sound, like gears turning. The sound echoes across the silent earth, sending chills down one's spine.

But it also seems to be the final destination of all living beings. At a glance, the black earth is littered with corpses and endless skeletons. Some are as big as stars, like giants bowing and kneeling. Some are ancient beasts with chaotic energy, still retaining the ancient Dao fluctuations. There are also some strange shapes, with eerie flames emanating from their skulls. It is unknown what race they belong to. Their lower halves are buried in the soil, like ghost fires stuck in the underworld.

There are many legends about the underworld. Some believe that death is the eternal theme of the underworld, while others believe that the underworld represents life after death and reincarnation, where the dead will be reborn.

The group quickly skimmed across the horizon, crossed the ancient corpse zone, and landed deep within this ancient land.

This place is equally eerie. The Yellow Springs River is vast, and ancient steles stand one after another on the ground along its banks, planted in front of huge blood graves, like monuments to the underworld. Some are inscribed with the past achievements of the grave owners, some record the glorious years of the underworld, and some are engraved with the ancient history of the heavens. What is buried is not living beings, but eras. There are so many of them that it is like a boundless sea of ​​steles.

A chilling wind blew, accompanied by occasional ghostly murmurs. Black mist surged, creating a deathly silence. The group followed the Yellow Springs River to its end, where the underworld was vast and magnificent, like a universe, suppressing the river's end. It was surrounded by countless dead stars, filled with the vicissitudes and antiquity of time, as if many eras had not yet begun.

"Open the altar, pray for divine decree, and send them on their way!" someone roared in a low voice.

It's too humiliating. Dozens of people fought against five bumpkins and still capsized. Throughout history, when have the five great powers ever been so miserable? This is unprecedented. Even in the minor realms, they have stirred up a storm.

"Will the higher-ups blame us..." the Lord of the Underworld murmured. Being beaten back to their homeland and forced to ask for help from above was a disgraceful act that would tarnish the reputation of their strange race.

"..."

The words were met with a deathly silence. There were eleven people in total, any one of whom could easily dominate the world and look down upon the long river, but now everyone was trembling and involuntarily avoiding the question.

This is highly likely. Although they are quasi-Immortal Emperors, they do not believe that they hold much weight in the hearts of those powerful figures.

"We still need to notify them. If we don't request the imperial decree, we're all doomed! The five regions are controlled by a bumpkin. Can you imagine the consequences?" The Lord of the Forbidden Land in the Four Extremes shouted. This was equivalent to the front line being captured. They lost their positions and would die anyway. They might even be wiped out and resurrected to continue killing.

"What consequences could there be? It's just a change of master. In all the heavens and calamities, I alone am supreme, serving only one master. Shouldn't you all be celebrating this grandly?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the front of the underworld, breaking the silence and startling the eleven people.

Looking up, the void there gradually became transparent, and a dog and a person slowly emerged from it. The dog was in front, and the person was behind, conspicuous and intimidating, causing the emperors' pupils to shrink.

"I'll show you respect! You surnamed Bai, you're digging your own grave!" someone shouted. They had been careless. To communicate with the upper realm, they needed to perform a ritual at the altar in the underworld to summon the upper realm, but now the path was blocked.

"Why be afraid of him? At worst, we'll fight again. On our home turf, no matter how strong he is, he will be suppressed!" The Lord of the Underworld spoke with great force and was the first to make a move. He held a broad Nether Blade, and the blade tore through the heavens and earth, causing the entire ancient land to tremble.

"Old Corpse, it's time for me to settle accounts with you!" The Old Man of Annihilation's eyes flashed with ferocity as his entire body instantly plunged into the crowd, shaking the entire Netherworld.

This is a formidable enemy, ferocious to an astonishing degree. Even among them, several had been severely injured on previous battlefields. If not for their numbers, almost none of them would be a match for this ferocious beast.

"Boom!"

The blade light there was terrifying. In an instant, a vast ocean swept out, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to cave in. Hundreds of millions of black stars crumbled on the spot, reviving countless corpses in this underworld, who then scrambled to escape for their lives.

"white night!"

Eight heads charged forward, their eight heads roaring furiously, ferocious and terrifying. Their eyes turned bloodshot; this was an insurmountable enemy, a man who would annihilate their five lands.

"Hey!"

A sword light slashed down, displaying multiple colors. Heaven and earth were reversed, and the world was changing. Destructive lightning accompanied by the tribulation light of the Great Dao shattered billions of orders in an instant.

The phenomena there were astonishing: the Great Dao Guillotine, the Reincarnation Demon Disc, the reversal of time and space, and the Triple Tribulation Sword all erupted in a single strike.

"Pfft!"

The eight-headed quasi-immortal emperor was torn apart, not because he was easily defeated, but because his opponent was much stronger and the killing sword in his hand was even more terrifying.

Just as Bai Ye was about to kill the Eight Heads, the rest of the group arrived, making a total of eight people. Only two of them were left to deal with the World Destroyer.

"boom!"

A gaping maw snapped down, its head a grotesque jagged piece of beast's head and rotting human head, its face covered in bumps and oozing pus and blood. A crocodile's mouth gaped open, its yellowed serrated teeth emitting a foul stench, and it lunged at Bai Ye's neck. The scene was truly awe-inspiring and terrifying.

However, this creature is one of the monsters in the Heavenly Emperor's Burial Pit.

"boom!"

The crocodile's mouth was knocked askew, its head turned to one side, and then its body was kicked away by Bai Ye.

This was just the beginning. More attacks came down, hitting Bai Ye, but were blocked by a great bell of order. Then the bell turned into runes and exploded.

"Eternal solitude upon burial!"

The Lord of the Four Extremes Floating Soil roared and used his forbidden technique. The soil filled the sky, numbering in the billions. Some dripped with eerie black blood, some glowed with bloody light, and some were shrouded in gray mist. Each grain was like a dense universe, exuding an ancient deathly silence and flowing with foul blood. Together, they formed a great tomb to suppress and kill Bai Ye within it.

"Boom!"

The sword light that opened the heavens swept upwards, unparalleled in the world. Its invincible sharpness swept across the sky, cleaving open the great tomb and heading straight for the forbidden master.

"He has neither weakened nor unavoidable power, so there's no need to fear him!" someone shouted, throwing a punch straight at Bai Ye's crown.

"So what if you're gone? Today I'll kill you all until you dare not utter my name!"

Bai Ye roared, as if he had become a different person. His hair flew wildly, his eyes flashed like lightning, and his gentle demeanor vanished. His imperial sword pierced through the front, nailing down the forbidden master. Ten fierce fist imprints flashed, and nine dragons danced wildly behind him, slaying one powerful enemy after another.

"boom!"

The fist that came from the front was deflected, the bones twisting. That domineering fist imprint seemed capable of annihilating everything, advancing relentlessly and unstoppable, striking straight at the powerful figure, causing him to cough up blood and retreat.

At the same time, the Lord of Forbidden Lands was also shouting. The fierce light of the Emperor Sword was brighter than He had imagined. It seemed to transform from a sword into a person, detached from its master, and pierced through He. It tore apart His brow, pierced His head, and nailed His entire body to the void, making it difficult for Him to struggle.

This person was too ferocious. In the blink of an eye, he took down one person and, ignoring the attacks around him, relentlessly bombarded the Fist Emperor Shadow in front of him, causing the opponent to shake constantly and his entire body to feel like it was about to explode.

But Bai Ye was not unscathed. Although his dragon body was strong, it could not stop everyone. A claw slashed at his back, leaving terrifying wounds. An imperial weapon was aimed at his head, but he dodged it and it hit his shoulder, leaving it a bloody mess. A finger pierced through his side rib, and the sword energy surged, destroying his life force.

The saying "two fists can't beat four hands" applies here. At this level, even if there are differences between each other, they aren't too far off.

"Cough cough...you guys!" The Emperor Shadow in front coughed up blood, struggling to hold on. They were all beasts! He was the only one who had taken the brunt of it all!

"boom!"

He exploded, blasted forward, his head trying to escape, but was grabbed, five fingers like swords piercing his skull and scattering his primordial spirit.

With this strike, Bai Ye's body was also torn open. A large, black claw pierced his back, about to tear his body apart, causing the dreamlike blood-red color there to surge like a mighty river, transforming into a dense array of sword energy.

"Ah!" the owner of the black claws cried out, his whole body aging rapidly. He tried to retreat, but the claws were deeply embedded in the other's flesh, held tightly. Inside, more blood surged, including essence blood, forming a mysterious and unpredictable giant handprint, which instantly slammed into his chest.

At this moment, time and space seemed to fill his eyes, as if he had traveled back to ancient times, and his entire being was instantly transported back to the past, where he remained forever.

"Help me break the seal!" the owner of the black claw screamed. He had the body of a bear, the tail of a celestial serpent, the head of a human, the horns of a qilin, and the limbs of a real dragon. His face was twisted and he had the fangs of a yaksha. He seemed to be a composite of several kinds of creatures, extremely strange. But now, he had returned to his childhood and become a child with red lips and white teeth, like a holy infant. His whole body was surrounded by auspicious light, and there was no trace of darkness left.

In other words, this person was once a being of the heavens, but later, in order to gain greater power, he voluntarily chose to fall into darkness. There were many such people in the past, but it is quite rare for someone to reach this point.

"I'll do it!" the eight heads shouted, reforming their bodies as if they were unkillable cockroaches, their lives were too tough.

But the next moment, he was knocked back by a punch. The large hand transformed into a palm and struck down instantly, like a five-finger mountain falling from the heavens, or a stele of the Way of Heaven, covering all eight heads and knocking him over.

"Boom!"

Bai Ye arrived, stomping down suddenly. The laws of time and space were densely packed, imprisoning the years and the eight heads. He stepped on the opponent's chest, suppressing him there like a pillar of time and space, making him completely unable to move.

"Damn it, charge!" someone shouted, their horror beyond words. In just a short while, they had been hit by a nail, exploded, sealed, and suppressed, losing four major combat forces in a short time.

The opponent did not come without paying a price; all nine of its dragon tails were severed, and a large hole was blasted in its back.

"Boom!"