Perfect Double Agent

Meanwhile, deep within a dark continent, three afterimages huddled around a campfire, their faces dark as they withdrew their gazes from the long river, veins bulging on their foreheads.

They were in a terrible state. The Azure Emperor was left with only half a body, the Crimson Emperor had only a half-rotten head, and the Feather Emperor was riddled with bloody holes, his back covered in blood. His wings had disappeared countless years ago and were still unable to grow back.

This was the consequence of their defeat. Everyone was severely injured and needed a long time to recover. During this period, they had no energy to spare and even had to be wary of the resurrection of the three suppressed Etu Emperors. In other words, the three of them would not be able to leave this ancient land without a few epochs of recuperation.

"Fight back! In the Battle of E'tu, the three of us contributed at least three...one part of the effort, and we should rightfully occupy a piece of E'tu!" Cang Di shouted in a low voice. He could calm down for a while, but the more he thought about it after calming down, the angrier he became.

"Go ahead, I'm not trying to discourage you, but even the three of us at our peak couldn't beat him." Emperor Hong lowered his eyes. It wasn't that he wasn't angry, but he simply couldn't defeat him. Even Emperor Yu, the most arrogant and conceited among them, kept a dark expression on his face.

"How about we do what the World Destroyer did? Use the excuse of healing to stay temporarily in the Calamity Land?"

Emperor Hong: "..."

Emperor Yu: "..."

Good grief, your little scheme is written all over your face. If you can't beat them, join them. Who was it that said they wanted to fight back just now?

Emperors have been few and far between since ancient times. They don't truly enjoy solitude, otherwise they wouldn't always stay together. In the eyes of these three, the emperors of the world are their true kind. They wouldn't even glance at the most powerful immortal kings, let alone bother to communicate with them.

In Cangdi's words, the only time he took a second look, he ended up making a mess of things, dragging them down with him.

Faced with the two men's questioning and cold gazes, the Azure Emperor chuckled and slowly retreated to go into seclusion. Strength was the foundation; without strength, one had no voice, let alone the ability to negotiate with that bastard.

But when he returned to his residence, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The ancient land was silent. Within the seals formed by one great array after another, something was amiss, and the central altar was completely empty.

"This……"

Staring at the empty altar, the Azure Emperor was momentarily stunned. "Where are they? Did they run away?"

Not only was he shaken, but even the Hong Emperor and the Yu Emperor, who had just returned, were shaken. They had been given three imperial corpses as recognition of their efforts. However, imperial corpses meant that they were not completely dead. If they were not completely destroyed, there was still a possibility of resurrection.

This is why they occasionally gather together to warm themselves by the fire; there is still an example of this in the area.

"Yours are the same?" After receiving confirmation from the two, the Feather Emperor's face instantly darkened. "Something's happened..."

They are no longer the same people they once were. The attack on the Five Calamities revealed many secrets to them. Those five haunted places were not the true final destinations, but rather outposts. Behind them, there existed even more terrifying beings at a higher level.

If even Quasi-Immortal Emperors can be organized into groups, one can imagine how terrifying the powerful figures behind them must be. At least there are living Immortal Emperors who can take away the Three Corpses right under their noses without anyone noticing. There is no one else but an Immortal Emperor.

"Let's go to Ecuador!"

……

In fact, the problems weren't limited to the Three Emperors; the same was true for Etu.

This is a five-colored continent, composed of five ancient lands of calamity. It does not exist in the world, but is located in a space that seems to be outside of reality.

In the center, the Emperor Sword stood majestically in the boundless void. Its body was connected to five chains of divine order of different colors, drawing upon the essence of the five lands. The entire sword was engulfed in a raging, dreamlike fire, which burned the figures inside, causing them to wail and howl incessantly.

Some imperial figures were completely burned to ashes, while others were left with only a small part of their bodies. Even the beautiful and outstanding empress in the golden dress had long since vanished.

But it is precisely because of his death that he appears so strange.

Wu Shang sat cross-legged in the center of the Five-Colored Ancient Land. As if sensing something, he slowly raised his gaze and looked at an ancient altar in the distance.

That was a remnant of the Evil Land, an artifact used to communicate with the upper realm. It required a ritual or waiting for the upper realm to issue a decree. The White Emperor told him to pay special attention to it before he left, which is why he was guarding this place.

But now, a hazy golden light descended from there, sacred and dazzling, appearing out of thin air on the altar, causing Wu Shang to slowly rise, his whole being filled with solemnity. The White Emperor's guess had come true!

An emperor intervened.

However, when the ball of light dissipated, it revealed a woman in a golden dress. Her face was very pale, and her beautiful features were tinged with gloom. She sat cross-legged on the altar and immediately looked at the giant sword in the center of the five lands.

"That bastard!"

The woman in the gold dress gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with rage. "Burn them all up!" she thought. The ruthlessness of her actions left even her deeply shaken.

After her initial anger subsided, she began to sneer, looking down at Wu Shang with a haughty air, "You have violated a taboo!"

"Reflecting on your resurrection, you haven't even recovered your strength yet and you're already in such a hurry to descend to the mortal realm. Do you want to die again?"

As the words fell, a blurry white-clad figure slowly appeared on the surface of the giant sword, as if an emperor had descended, lifelike and vivid, exuding immense majesty, causing the woman in the golden dress to gasp for breath.

She was indeed reflected, and only the Celestial Emperor possessed such supreme power to revive her with a single thought. Such matters depended entirely on the mood of those great figures. Of course, reflection would consume the Celestial Emperor's power, weakening him. If an entire era were reflected, even the Celestial Emperor would have to pay a certain price.

"How dare you! I come representing the will of Heaven, and you, a mere sword spirit, dare to disrespect me!" the woman in the golden dress shouted.

Even when beating a dog, one should consider its owner, let alone the fact that she has the Celestial Emperor backing her up.

"Bring that man surnamed Bai out here to await orders!"

"Who do you think you are? Come out here, and I'll kill you again!"

An ancient earthquake shook the earth, and in a certain area, a colossal figure rose up, its nine dragon bodies dancing and radiating endless eerie light.

Having someone backing you up makes all the difference; they start to act arrogantly.

Actually, it's not surprising that the woman in the golden dress was furious. The resentment in her heart could fill the stars and burn the heavens. As a dignified empress, she was killed and burned to ashes. It would be strange if she wasn't angry. She wanted to see the horrified expression on her mortal enemy's face, but she didn't see the real culprit. It's easy to imagine that her resentment only intensified.

It's like I finally came back to life with a decree, hoping to shake off my depression, but instead I showed off to a dog, and all my charm was a waste of its eyes.

"Five million years from now, this era will end, and a small ceremony will begin. The one who presided over this ceremony, surnamed Bai, will have to bear the responsibility since he dared to take over my calamity land."

The woman in the gold dress sneered, left behind a black decree, and began to fade away.

So what if you're good at fighting? Can you beat us guys with powerful backers? In the end, you still have to obey.

Five million years pass in the blink of an eye. If they do not comply, they will all be sacrificed, and they will still be the masters of the cursed land.

The only drawback was that the higher-ups offered them amnesty on the condition that they personally sacrifice the heavens.

"Five million years...that's so short?!"

The Old Man of Destruction arrived, his massive body swaying, but he did not touch the decree on the altar.

"It is indeed a bit short." Wu Shang frowned. What can five million years do? Many people struggle to even become kings.

But what is destined to happen will eventually happen. For some reason, the Celestial Emperor of the Calamity Land has never descended. In addition, there is also the Heavenly Realm, which is also a big problem. It is too close to the heavens, and who knows when a peerless being might descend.

"If all else fails, awaken that Immortal Emperor. Everything we have comes from him. I refuse to believe that when all the big shots descend to the mortal realm, he will still be able to sleep peacefully." The three Feather Emperors arrived, their hearts filled with malice. What do you care about this Calamity Earth Immortal Emperor? Do you think you can bully us just because we have no one to rely on?

"Five million years is enough." The sword spirit spoke, with the calmness and composure of Bai Ye. After manifesting for a moment, it returned to the sword body to continue refining.

Whether or not we offer sacrifices to the heavens is irrelevant, but we can't let this anger go unvented. No matter what kind of celestial emperor you are, we'll beat you up sooner or later.

Five million years? Who do you think you are?

Chapter 659 The Legacy

"You're finally back!"

In the center of the Five-Colored Calamity Continent, one figure after another stood tall, all looking up at the white-clad figure who had come from beyond the world.

The affairs of the heavens are managed by Kundi, and the land of E'tu is suppressed by Wushang. All the creatures of E'tu are asleep in their former caves, which does not affect the development of the heavens.

Bai Ye arrived calmly, his gaze sweeping over the three Cang Di and his companions before settling on Wu Shang.

“The Upper Realm of Calamity has made a move and issued a decree,” Wu Shang said, pointing to the central altar.

"Has it finally arrived..." Bai Ye remained calm as he walked towards the altar.

"You knew all along!" Cang Di said, feeling resentful. This bastard didn't treat them as allies and had many secrets that he hadn't shared with them.

"I guess so. After all, we beat up the underlings. It would be unreasonable if the higher-ups didn't even bother to look at it."

The power of the heavens is insignificant to the plateau, but their influence is immense.

The plateau needs occasional sacrifices, and the gods within the plateau are defined as indispensable leeks. Whenever the gods prosper to a certain extent, they are harvested. Such a stable vegetable garden cannot be lost.

In fact, there are only two places on the plateau where sacrifices can be made: one is above the heavens, and the other is among the heavens. There are no more.

Whether the heavens have been defeated or are still resisting, he does not know. Judging from the fact that the Emperor Bone was ambushed by the Celestial Emperor of Calamity through the Heavenly Passage, it is highly likely that the heavens have been thoroughly ravaged. Or perhaps the two sides have reached some kind of agreement, just like in the Holy Ruins era.

The altar was silent, the decree was dark and constantly seeping blood. It seemed to be on the altar, yet it always gave people a feeling of being unapproachable, as if it were an illusion, not existing in reality, something that could be seen but not touched.

"Will there be any problems?" Seeing Bai Ye reach for it, Wu Shang quickly stepped forward, wanting to take it first.

"It's alright. Immortal Emperors aren't that petty. Don't underestimate the arrogance of the Evil Land," Bai Ye laughed.

That being said, Di Gu is the best example. He was ambushed before he became an Immortal Emperor, and it wasn't just one person who made the move, which is outrageous.

Under the tense gazes of everyone, Bai Ye grasped the decree. The moment he unfolded it, a vast aura instantly spread out, impacting all directions with terrifying force. Like a world-destroying lightning bolt, it pierced the darkness and instantly illuminated the historical sky from ancient times to the present, deeply impacting everyone present.

Even Bai Ye was trembling, his feet sinking deeper and deeper as if enduring immense force, his hair and clothes fluttering wildly, constantly being whipped up by that aura.

"Feast!"

This was an ancient syllable, transmitted from the imperial decree, which manifested the character "祭" (sacrifice). It was so heavy, like a mountain of millions of imperial peaks piled up, causing the five great calamities and the long river of time to become unstable because of its existence.

At the same time, it was too dark, floating in the air, three feet above the head of the white night, high above, like a source of darkness, emitting endless black light, capable of enveloping all the heavens, capable of penetrating ancient history, the rise and fall of ancient and modern times all fluctuate with its rise and fall, reality and illusion are all reversed in front of it.

This was far too terrifying. Just a single character possessed an overbearing power capable of destroying the history of the heavens. The syllables resounded into the minds of all the emperors, majestic and imposing, brooking no resistance or denial. This caused all the emperors to sway precariously, their minds blank, as if their own imperial mandates were about to vanish and cease to exist in this world.

"Immortal Emperor..." The emperors fell completely silent, utterly horrified.

The feeling that life and death are just a thought away is too clear for them to bear. They can do it too; they can kill a Celestial King with just a single word. Wherever their will leads, all living beings perish.

However, this is also a warning and a deterrent. They have all been targeted. In five million years, when the sacrificial period arrives, if they do not take action, they will all be personally wiped out by the Immortal Emperor.

After a moment, the character calmed down, becoming eerie and dark, flowing with a thick, ominous substance, as if it had evolved from a drop of blood. Through it, one could see one era after another being destroyed, one piece of ancient history after another being buried. What Dao Ancestor, what Supreme Demon Ancestor, all became dust under this character.

Bai Ye exhaled a breath of turbid air, closed the decree, and realized that it would be unwise to turn against a group of evil-path Immortal Emperors who lacked martial ethics and possessed resurrection springs.

At least not for now.

"Once we become Immortal Emperors, we'll fight our way up. If there are only two or three Immortal Emperors, we might not necessarily lose." The Old Man of Annihilation spoke. He couldn't help but admire this junior's Dao. He was invincible and unkillable. At such a young age, he had already surpassed everyone else and was only half a step away from becoming an Immortal Emperor. If he were to ascend to the Immortal Emperor position, it was hard to say who would defeat whom.

"If only there were two or three, that would be great," Bai Yexin said, not revealing the truth.

Even the Celestial Emperor is nothing; ten Primordial Ancestors can overwhelm everything, not to mention that shameless plateau.

Hit him with his head.

The only consolation is that the overwhelming power of the land makes them too arrogant; unless you conquer the highlands, the progenitors will basically not appear.

It's normal to have this kind of mentality. In their eyes, they are the ceiling. The world is only so big, and no one can escape their predictions. Even if a variable appears, they can wake up in time and nip it in the bud. From ancient times to the present, no one has been able to shake the status of their strange race.

In other words, looking at the past, present, and future, our race has no rivals.

"Continue doing what you need to do, don't worry about it for now, and keep an eye on those people, they might come again."

Bai Ye took the decree and left, heading towards the giant sword, startling the crowd behind him. "It will descend again?"

This means that the dead emperors might reappear in Edo to oversee them.