Perfect Double Agent

"Hmm? The power of reversal was used on himself?" The emperors' gazes narrowed slightly, quite surprised.

"All fear stems from the inadequacy of one's own combat strength."

Bai Ye stood in the void, above his head a seed of the Great Dao floating and falling, showering down billions of rays of light to nourish and replenish his body. The moment he raised his arm, the entire sea boiled. With a single sword strike, the heavens and earth appeared in double images, causing the emperors' eyelids to twitch violently.

"His magic has also reverted!" the Black Emperor roared. No wonder, that junior had his eye on him. Magic immunity, weakening, and imprisonment powers were all unleashed on him, seemingly determined to kill him first.

What's even more infuriating is that the opponent's combat strength has also reverted to its peak.

"It only takes five sword strikes to defeat you!"

"Swoosh!" A sword light flashed, too dazzling and too magnificent. Celestial light and time and space swirled, darkness and all kinds of matter flew together. The sword shocked the past and the present, illuminating this sacrificial sea and every corner of the distant sacrificial island, leaving the four emperors stunned.

"What are we doing..."

"Where am I...?"

The four emperors were puzzled and it took them a while to come to their senses. But once they came to their senses, they couldn't help but feel a sense of horror. Some of their memories were becoming blurred, and some seemed to be disappearing completely.

Or perhaps, some great force influenced this spacetime, causing changes in the world and history, which affected them.

"That night, the field created by his battle with the emperors affected us. If this were placed in the heavens, their aftershocks could completely change the past and future of the river of time, causing things that we could not possibly predict," Gu Zu said solemnly.

Such alterations can easily erase their true identities, and in severe cases, can even make their past completely nonexistent.

"Hmph, junior!"

The Black Emperor roared, his face full of resentment. This time, he wasn't being devoured by the sword, but rather by the seeds taking root, almost draining him dry. But he would still return.

"What is your method of resurrection? Nothing is eternal, so how many times can you be resurrected?"

"Then you are wrong. In the great world of silence, my clan will endure; in the withering of time, my clan will still endure! Resurrection is nothing but a dream, far beyond your imagination!" The Gray Emperor sneered, not saving the Black Emperor at all, but instead using the Law of Destiny to protect himself and attacking Bai Ye with all his might.

Are you finally curious? That's a good thing.

"The plateau is a sacred place for all dark creatures, possessing too many unimaginable mysteries. We can use it to resurrect, so perhaps you can too," the Emperor said, his tone full of temptation.

"Hmm?" The other Immortal Emperors' eyelids twitched suddenly. Resurrection was actually a kind of great power, related to their consumption of primordial substances.

Logically speaking, this junior also has primordial matter flowing in his body, but it is too thin to be considered significant. However, his ancestral reversion has made this matter fully active, surpassing its predecessor. In essence, this junior may indeed be able to use the ancestral land to revive.

“I don’t need to be resurrected, but I have some subordinates who need some primordial matter. Give it to me and we’ll call it quits. You will still be seniors of the Dark Realm. Otherwise, even if I fight all the way to the plateau today, I will still take you down several times.”

"Primordial matter? Return it to my clan, and I can give you some." The Emperor relented; they did indeed possess these things, mostly bestowed upon them by the Ancestor, and not much.

"I won't give it to him. I want to see how he manages to get into the plateau!" The Gray Emperor was very tough. How could he say he'd get into the plateau!

Even without resources or life, everyone can be resurrected; it's just a matter of who dies first.

If they cannot subdue this junior, their status may be affected in the future.

There have only been ten emperors throughout history. Although they don't know why, if there is an extra one, will one of them be replaced?

Chapter 680 Stealing the House

"He can be resurrected?"

The world collapsed, the sea of ​​blood split apart, and the bodies were torn to pieces like corpses. Several blood-covered figures stared intently at the white-robed man who had recovered, their faces ashen.

They were in a terrible state, each bearing numerous injuries. Some had their foreheads pierced, oozing silver blood; others had fist-sized holes punched in their chests, their hearts gone; still others were missing limbs, leaning on their spears. At this level, a single thought could grant rebirth, yet their injuries were beyond repair, demonstrating the ferocity of the battle.

In the past, resurrection was their exclusive right, making them invincible and driving their opponents to despair. Now, when this privilege falls on others, the feeling is not so pleasant, making them deeply understand the helplessness of their former rivals.

They had tried to kill each other before, even risking their lives several times, but the other party's effortless resurrection made them seriously doubt how many years it would take to completely kill them, assuming the other party didn't run away.

“Something’s not right…” The five Immortal Emperors looked at the white-robed man who was slowly getting up. He had been fighting them to the death, and his unwavering willpower deeply moved them. You have to understand, he was just a junior who had only been an Emperor for a few hundred thousand years. Compared to him, they had too many advantages.

But this time, the man did not continue to attack them. Instead, he stretched out his hands and tore them apart with force, causing the entire universe to crack.

"Wait, is he... trying to run away?!"

The emperors were all shocked, staring at the devastated sea, almost dumbfounded.

The other party had always remained steadfast and resolute, but now, that person left without hesitation, completely catching them off guard.

"No, he's not running away, he's heading to our tribe's territory!"

"He's really willing to go for primordial matter!"

The emperors stared wide-eyed. They weren't worried about the plateau being in danger. Even if all the heavens and spacetime collapsed, their ancestral lands would be fine. No power in the world could destroy the plateau. What truly made them pale was the impact on their reputation. Several emperors had come out together, yet they couldn't suppress a junior. If this were to be reported back, they would have no face to face their ancestors.

"Sever time and space! We can't let him enter the plateau now!" the Gray Emperor roared. It wasn't that the other party couldn't enter, but that he couldn't enter in this way. If he wanted to enter the plateau, he could, but they had to suppress him and bring him back.

Although both involve going, they represent completely different things.

"Are they still fighting?"

Meanwhile, on a lone boat in the sea offering ceremony, two figures stood side by side, gazing at the boundless sea, seemingly observing something.

Who could have imagined that those people would fight so fiercely for hundreds of thousands of years, during which they destroyed countless seas and fought their way from the sacrificial grounds to the plateau. They died and were resurrected, and neither side ever stopped.

Especially the White Emperor, who never retreated an inch. If it were any other emperor, he might have fought and retreated, recovering his injuries before resuming the battle. But the White Emperor was different. The innate nature of spacetime, coupled with the special nature of the seed, made him unafraid of exhaustion and incredibly persistent. As long as there was an opponent, there was nourishment, and with nourishment, he could revive.

This is not a cycle, but the consumption is so small that it can be ignored. In reality, if this continues, the White Emperor will definitely not be able to outlast the Dark Emperors.

"That's it... That guy ran away, chased by the Emperors and disappeared." Sheng Yu sighed, looking at a humanoid creature enveloped in the seed of the Great Dao that was disappearing into the distance. He couldn't help but feel sad. That bastard hadn't even used his full strength when he fought them, and now it seems he's about to undergo another transformation.

From his arrival in the heavens to the great battle against the emperors, about two hundred thousand years have passed. His opponent changes every so often, his path to the Great Dao seems unobstructed, and his advancement is incredibly fast.

"Should we go help him? He has no help at all..." Luo Tianxian whispered. Putting aside her own position, even she could feel the man's amazing presence. But it was precisely because of his amazing presence that he seemed so lonely. They had their imperial entourage, the plateau had its imperial entourage, while he was always alone. Whether fighting or fleeing, he was always left with a solitary figure.

"Don't say you've been moved by pity!" Sheng Yu glanced sideways at the stunningly beautiful woman beside him. He didn't doubt Luo's devotion to the heavens, but he couldn't deny that women are naturally prone to feelings of pity; it's an instinct.

They are not the Plateau Emperors. They may be ruthless, but they are not cold-blooded. Heaven is their home, the place they protect. For this, they fought the Plateau Emperors time and time again without ever backing down. But over the long years, each of them is actually lonely.

Who accompanies us on the path of great progress? Only time itself.

"No, I don't think he's a bad person at heart. If we push him into the highland camp and he falls into complete depravity, it will be very disadvantageous for us."

A group of resurrected emperors already put immense pressure on the heavens; if another were added, how would they possibly survive?

“He is not corrupted, but a born dark being, a descendant of the highlands, no different from those immortal emperor clans.” Sheng Yu shook his head.

Over the years, he has also learned about the affairs of the lower realm. The emperor in the Boundary Sea is now equivalent to the eleventh Dark Immortal Emperor in the plateau, and his descendants are no different from the descendants of the Immortal Emperors in the plateau. The only difference is that the White Emperor broke the restrictions and became an Immortal Emperor.

Luo Tianxian sighed softly. She understood everything, but still felt regret. If they had such an aid, things would be much easier for them. When the other party reached the pinnacle of the Immortal Emperor, he might even have the ability to reflect the fate of the fifty percent of the living beings who died in the heavens.

……

The plateau is both the starting point and the end point of the ancient cycle of reincarnation. No one knows that in the time before time appeared, there was a person who made the plateau his home. Wherever his footprints went, he left behind roads, some for long journeys and some for returning home. This is the origin of the cycle of reincarnation.

After that person, there was the beginning of time, and then came the long river of time as we know it today, and the eternal space-time.

This is a little-known origin story, a great secret unknown to all.

The Immortal Emperor was very strong, and the Primordial Ancestor was even stronger, but who knows that the boundless continent once existed at the beginning of time, bearing the beginning of everything.

"Where it begins and where it ends, is it inevitable..."

A figure in white stood in the air, gazing at the continent untouched by time. Though called a plateau, it was so vast and boundless that it seemed to hold all people and things from ancient times to the present, and even a quasi-immortal emperor could not reach its end.

"Crack!"

Bai Ye landed on the edge of the plateau, crushing a piece of dead wood left over from an unknown era. It was a dim world, with a gloomy sky, a frozen earth, and hardly a weed in sight. It was not withered, but simply deathly still.

This is the plateau, the most terrifying place in the world. It has been like this since ancient times, shrouded in an ominous aura and surrounded by dark substances for countless ages. It is desolate and lifeless, and there is not a sound of wind.

"Who is that... a high-ranking member of the clan...?"

In the peripheral areas, rotting creatures occasionally roam, and sometimes a few strange creatures emerge from the plateau to head towards the sea sacrifice, but they are very quiet and do not make the slightest noise.

That being was too perfect, as if it had evolved to the extreme. Its eyes were filled with black blood, its hands were covered with red hair, it was surrounded by gray mist, and it was filled with silver light. Golden rain overflowed from its brow. It was both sacred and ominous. The black blood and red hair appeared together, like a source, which made every living being that saw it unable to help but kneel down and worship from the bottom of their hearts. The awe they showed was not pretentious at all, nor was it unwilling.

This was an ancient ancestor, and their unparalleled aura and towering figure made them recognize him at a glance.

But they didn't approach. Rumors circulated that various important figures had been in turmoil lately, and they dared not provoke him. Only after he left did they sigh, "The supreme ruler of our clan..."

Some people stared at the receding figure, while others stared into the void. They couldn't actually see it, but the image would still be projected in their minds.

"Why does he seem a bit young... Aren't the ancestors supposed to be out there waging war?" Some people wondered, but dared not voice their doubts, for any doubt would be disrespectful to the supreme ancient ancestors.

It wasn't until much later that new life appeared in this area. Some were shriveled, some were withered, and each one had wounds from the Great Dao. Some were bleeding foul blood, some had silver blood flowing from their chests, and some could not stop the blood from seeping out of their wounds even when they were clutching their severed arms. The blood was colorful in silver, gold, black and other colors, but among them, the most primitive and active kind was gray.

“Ancient Ancestor…”

Some creatures in the peripheral area saw this scene and their legs went weak, causing them to kneel down instantly.

These figures, brimming with a tragic aura, were also ancient ancestors; they could be identified at a glance.

"Damn it, he actually dared to come, and even swaggered in like that!" The Gray Emperor threw away a trembling, eerie creature, his face turning ashen.

In fact, for Bai Ye, this place felt as natural and even welcoming as returning to his own home.

Most people avoid dark matter like the plague, but he was different. Dark matter made him feel warm and familiar, as if he had returned to his ancestral home. He felt no discomfort, but rather a sense of clarity and comfort throughout his body.

Whether it's the Immortal Path or the ominous substance, it can all be seen as originating from the Master of the Copper Coffin. After him, everything began. The Great Dao, all realms, all living beings, everything appeared with the suicide of the Master of the Copper Coffin.

Leaving aside the eternal timeline that was sacrificed during the time of the Bronze Coffin Master, at least the timeline he exists in begins after the Bronze Coffin Master.

"I'm home..."

Bai Ye's face had changed, becoming extremely blurry and shrouded in gray mist. His figure was tall and thin. He passed by groups of tribes and, amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of one creature after another, quickly arrived at the depths.

The plateau is divided into several layers. The deepest part is the forbidden land, which is also the ancestral land of all people and the place of resurrection. The ten progenitors are sleeping there.

Further out lies the residence of the Ten Immortal Emperors, where their cave dwellings and clans reside. Next are the Quasi-Immortal Emperors, and the outermost perimeter is occupied by various clans. However, this place is so vast that some areas still retain the battlefields of the past, and some even contain the mangled corpses of Immortal Emperors, which have remained bloodied and undried for many epochs.

Bai Ye did not linger in these places; he traveled unimpeded to the tribe where the Gray Emperor resided.

If he directly asked for the primordial matter, no one would give it to him, but if he came to get it himself, there would be no surprises. Who would have thought he would be so audacious?

"Ancestor!"

At the edge of the forbidden area deep within the Gray Emperor Clan's territory, a Dao Ancestor bowed respectfully, not daring to raise his head. No one dared to impersonate him, nor did anyone dare to trespass here. The old man guarding this place never even had a thought of doubt.

This is normal. This is a plateau. The emperors have been fighting since ancient times to the present day of the last few eras. They have experienced too many tragic and terrifying times. They are invincible and have never been able to resist anyone in the vast world.

This phenomenon has remained unchanged from ancient times to the present. Countless flames of civilization have been extinguished beneath the emperors, and countless great realms have turned into ruins under the supreme rule of their race. Who would dare to venture here?

But this thought only lasted for a moment. Immediately afterwards, he found that his ancestor raised his big hand and slapped him down.

He didn't even dare to resist, and the slightest thought of escaping arose in his mind.

"Pfft!"

A quasi-Immortal Emperor fell just like that. He never doubted it until his death. He thought it might be because the Ancestor was in a bad mood and had not been able to defeat an Emperor in all these years, which caused a great uproar throughout the entire plateau.