Perfect Double Agent

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Five hundred thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

This was an incredibly long period of time; for most living beings, it didn't even take the White Emperor to become emperor.

This period was peaceful, without calamity or darkness. The Boundary Sea was calm, and the Evil Land remained undisturbed. The tranquility was somewhat eerie, especially for the creatures within the Evil Land.

"Another person over there has become an Emperor? Who is it? How did they break through?!"

"I heard it's the Old Man of Annihilation. Didn't the messenger who came down last time say that he went up to the plateau and stole things from the two adults? I guess the Old Man of Annihilation has consumed the primordial substance."

"Hiss... Primal matter... He's really generous!" Upon hearing this, the emperors gasped in astonishment, unable to suppress their deep envy.

That substance was so precious that it was like life itself to the Celestial Emperor. Even when it was given to them in the past, it was always diluted and the quantity was pitifully small.

"Your words are so enticing... The envoy said that he is extremely famous and highly sought after in the highlands, which angered you gentlemen so much that you almost came down to earth to kill him."

This is incredible, and they are partly to blame.

It's like a person rising up during a time of great chaos, intending to overthrow a corrupt empire, only to later discover that the leader was actually a prince who had been lost among the common people and possessed legitimate royal blood.

That person was just like that. He rose from humble beginnings, unified all the heavens, defeated more than thirty emperors, went to the plateau, fought a great battle, and not only was he not punished, but he also gained the recognition of many people.

Everyone has a heroic history in their heart, even the dark creatures are no exception. Who doesn't admire the strong? Who hasn't fantasized about having such a magical experience themselves?

In the messenger's words, that person's experiences, even on the plateau, were like a historical monument, with various stories flowing into the plateau and causing a stir among one race after another.

However, these emperors became the negative examples in the daily conversations of the creatures in their ancestral land: how could you stop the prince from going home?

There are even multiple versions, after all, it is too legendary and the most desirable thing for one person to lead everyone to rise.

"This mess... Hasn't that person made a move yet...?"

"I don't know. If we leave the pass, we'll probably head to the plateau."

The entire imperial capital has gathered together, which is crucial. Whether the other party is willing to return to the Dark Clan or continue to fight to the death with the Immortal Emperors depends on their choice.

They long for the other's return, and only with that return can the cycle of reincarnation truly be theirs, and the land of calamity truly be theirs, instead of the current situation where one person's suppression is enough to suffocate them, let alone restore their dominance over the heavens.

Chapter 683 The Strongest

Foreign land.

Before a vast celestial palace, kings stood like soldiers, densely packed together, so numerous that they stretched as far as the eye could see in the enormous arena. Among them were those who had joined from among the heavens, as well as those who had risen to power later, such as Pudu and Jinniu.

Everyone was looking ahead, where rows of figures stood, each one towering and terrifying, their forms seemingly transcending the limits of the universe. Each exuded a magnificent aura that could suppress the ages, and even kings felt their own insignificance.

The Great Demon King Wu Shang who is immune to the law, the Ancestor of Time and Space Gu Di, the Teacher of the Heavenly Emperor Pu Di, the An Emperor who can dominate the past and present with a single spear, and the Heavenly Emperor's mount, the Dragon Emperor, who has been promoted in recent years!

These are one glorious history after another in their world, each with endless legends. In addition to the Five Emperors, there are three other emperors: the Azure Emperor, the Hong Emperor, and the Feather Emperor.

These are three Dark Emperors. According to the origin story, they were the ones who created the world they are today. Without them, there would be no Great Realm as we know it today.

Those people were not the creators of ancient history, but they were its architects.

However, in front of the emperors, there were two other people. One was dressed in white, his clothes were spotless, and his figure was tall and upright, as if nothing could crush his majestic figure.

The other was dressed in black iron armor, his entire body radiating a dense dark substance. Although his face was old, he exuded an imposing aura without being angry.

This is the Nine Nether Hound, one of the Ten Ferocious Races, and the strongest known member of the Ten Ferocious Races to date, a true Immortal Emperor level.

"How envious..." The three Cang Emperors looked hopeful. The World Destroyer had really succeeded, or perhaps it was inevitable. What the World Destroyer lacked was never talent. After all, he almost became an Immortal Emperor on his own, and he survived after failing. Now, relying on primordial matter, he became an Emperor very easily.

Looking at the densely packed creatures below the platform, Bai Ye calmly spoke, "This time, you have come with me to the plateau. Some of you may be defeated, some may die, but I will always be with you. As long as I live, you will live forever!"

One after another, the Immortal Kings watched quietly. It wasn't that they weren't afraid of death, but that they believed in that man. He was their pillar of support, the one whom everyone followed. It was because of him that the Great Realm had its current glory, and that they had become kings.

"Born in this era, you are stars, each one shining brightly. We do not seek victory in this battle, but I hope that each of you can illuminate your opponents, show your own style, and let the plateau know that even though we come from the lower realm, we have a heart that they cannot beat!"

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

The kings were greatly shocked. Some were panting heavily, while others were burning with passion. They raised their spears high, as if they had returned to their youthful and impetuous days. What enemies, what immortals and Buddhas, any dignity and awe were all earned through their own battles. Whether they returned to the plateau or went to war with it, people could lose, but their spirit could never be lost.

"Roar, I'm going to take on three!"

Some people roared, which made the king's vision go black and his head spin.

"This idiot... he might as well sacrifice himself." Emperor Hong and Emperor Yu were both twitching their faces, not wanting to look away at all. Three? How did you even come up with that? There are only so many Quasi-Immortal Emperors in the lower realm. Who knows how many there are in the upper realm? Even if everyone gets a small share, there are still at least five.

"set off!"

As Bai Ye raised his hand and made a sweeping motion, a huge rift opened up in the eternal space-time. Two Immortal Emperors led the way, followed by eight Quasi-Immortal Emperors, and the kings leaped into the rift.

"So these bastards are finally leaving..."

The emperors in the land of Calamity sensed the commotion and gasped as they looked at the figures emerging from the crack.

It's only been a little over a million years, and that person's power has already developed to this extent. If it were given several eras, what would that be like!

"Boom!"

The cycle of reincarnation trembled, and the vast army of darkness marched on without taking the route through the heavens. Instead, they proceeded directly to the Sea of ​​Sacrifice along the cycle of reincarnation. Such paths in the world are usually guarded by strange races, but under the leadership of the two Immortal Emperors, their marching speed was astonishing.

"White Emperor!"

A dark creature at the Dao Ancestor level, guarding the path of reincarnation, was awakened and immediately saw the being that had come from the shaking passage. Over the years, who had not heard of this being's deeds, even he who was stationed outside?

"kill!"

Someone roared, his golden light dazzling, his body covered in countless runes, and with a single thrust of his spear, it seemed as if all of history had been pierced through.

The being guarding the cycle of reincarnation wanted to move, but his magical power suddenly stopped flowing. Then he was frozen by the laws of time and space, and could only watch helplessly as the golden spear came wildly and pierced his brow.

"boom!"

As black blood splattered, the cycle of reincarnation trembled, and the Dao Ancestor was pinned to the wall, bleeding profusely.

"Roar!"

The kings were invigorated. As expected of the fifth ancestor of their realm, he had just met the Dao Ancestor and was already killing him. His bravery was unmatched!

"These younger generation, all they know is how to steal the limelight from the elders..." Emperor Cang silently lowered his fist, but he had to admit that the three younger generation members were working together in perfect harmony.

"You brat, are you trying to rebel?!" The commotion here also alerted the end, where a pair of enormous eyes appeared at the end of the cycle of reincarnation, like two eternal and indestructible suns, radiating overwhelming imperial might, looking down at the army advancing in the passage.

The commotion deep within the cycle of reincarnation could not escape the notice of the plateau. The paths were interconnected, and the group made no attempt to conceal themselves, making it difficult for them to go unnoticed.

"The Rat Emperor dares to spy on us!" someone sneered.

"The Rat Emperor? Me?" Both enormous eyes froze instantly, followed by an endless surge of rage that could destroy all the heavens and myriad worlds and change the course of history.

For countless eons, this was the first time he had been called the Rat Emperor, even though his strength was indeed not considered strong among all the emperors.

"Leave him to me!" His battle intent soared to the heavens. This was his first battle since becoming emperor, and he was eager to unleash the surging power within him. He also wanted to know how much of a gap existed between him and the emperor on the plateau.

"Boom!"

The world was destroyed, and it appeared on a sea of ​​blood, not far from which lay an eternal and unchanging boundless land of calamity.

"Is that the plateau...?"

Many of the Celestial Kings who subsequently leaped out from the end of the passage were looking at the black Calamity Land not far away. It was just a corner of the land, yet it stretched as far as the eye could see, cold and desolate, like a graveyard. Even the tides of time changed course on their own when they came close.

"You brat, you dare to come here!"

A tremendous roar resounded, shaking the ancient and unchanging land of Calamity. Even more so, it shook the beings within. The roar of a Celestial Emperor reminded them of someone, someone who had been the subject of much discussion over the years.

"boom!"

The boundless void cracked open, and one figure after another appeared, a total of eight. Each one seemed to suppress the past, present, and future, accompanied by billions of years of ancient history, so ancient that it could not be traced back.

“No… his aura…” The Black Emperor’s gaze turned serious. The white-clad figure at the front of the army was very reserved, with no aura leaking out, but one could sense a near-perfect Daoist charm emanating from his body.

"He's almost at the end, just a little more tempering is needed." Another figure appeared, a being wearing a golden crown and holding a halberd, with golden hair flowing down his shoulders and a holy and flawless face. Standing among the emperors dancing wildly among the demons, he had an indescribable transcendence. Even the kings were stunned. This emperor, like the White Emperor, was perfect to the extreme.

Even Bai Ye looked up. He had fought against the nine emperors in the plateau, but the tenth emperor had never appeared. The five strongest emperors were the gold, black, gray, red, and silver emperors. He had fought against the latter four, but this gold emperor was the first time he had seen him.

"Last time I wasn't there, and you ran rampant. This time is different." The Golden Emperor spoke calmly, and as his lips opened and closed, his sacred face changed. Black blood dripped from his eyes, his face was covered with long black hair, and his entire full and tall body withered in an instant, as if he had transformed from the ultimate holiness into an extremely evil ghost. The eerie and ominous aura made even the army standing behind Bai Ye feel their souls freezing and about to be eternally silenced.

This transformation also taught them a lesson: what sacred things? It seemed that there were no truly sacred beings in the plateau, they were all vengeful ghosts!

“You weren’t here last time, so you were lucky to escape this calamity.” Bai Ye drew his sword and ascended into the void, confronting the Nine Emperors. He could disregard the evil of the Dark F4, because compared to the Plateau, the actions of the Dark F4 were truly insignificant.

If one can reach the level of sacrificial rites, then good and evil become even less important. The river of time can be sacrificed with a wave of the hand, and all things and spirits, all realms and paths can be recreated with a single thought. What in this world is truly important then?

"Suppress him immediately and take him to the ancestral land to await his fate!" The Golden Emperor was ruthless. He raised his arm and pointed his halberd, taking the lead in attacking. With a single halberd, he cleaved through eternity. The chilling sharpness was countless, capable of shattering countless worlds and severing the great river of time. It seemed that no power in the world could stop him.

He was undoubtedly the strongest Immortal Emperor, the number one emperor among the ten. For countless years, his mere presence was enough to awe the heavens and suppress all emperors. If he hadn't been guarding the altar deep within the Sea of ​​Sacrifice, how could this brat have driven him to the plateau, bringing shame upon him as well?

"Nobody else should interfere. I want to fight him one-on-one!"

The emperors, who were about to make their move, suddenly paused, only to realize that it was the junior who had spoken. A one-on-one duel? You mean a ghost with no one to fight? You talk as if you have helpers. Besides, who would fight you one-on-one? Ask the Gray Emperor, the last one to fight you, if he still dares to.

Where do you get your confidence from?!

The halberd crushed the void and arrived in an instant, only to be cleaved in two by a sword. Then, the sword solidified and struck the halberd again, causing the afterimage to dissipate and making the Golden Emperor's pupils shrink.

"That's my confidence!"

"boom!"

The Emperor Sword cleaved repeatedly, each strike unleashing countless layers of celestial light that shook the ages, causing the collapse of countless realms, the fall of Dao Ancestors, and the bloodshed of Immortal Emperors. These were the extraordinary phenomena within the sword, proof of its past slaughter, like the imprint of the Great Dao. Once unleashed, they shook the very souls of all who witnessed it.

"Boom!"

The Golden Emperor was forced back by the blows, his body covered in wounds, and his golden armor was shattered. At the same time, the other man continued to attack, each strike carrying the effects of imprisonment, magic immunity, and weakening, while also increasing his own strength. Even though the Golden Emperor already knew the other man's abilities, he was still beaten so badly that he could hardly fight back.

"Pfft!"

A figure was cleaved in two; the strongest Immortal Emperor of his generation perished almost instantly, with no chance to retaliate.

"This bastard, he used forbidden techniques right from the start?!" All the emperors were shocked, watching the Golden Emperor's corpse being pulled into the sword, their scalps tingling.

"Roar! Follow us into the plateau and show the glory of our race!" The group of quasi-immortal emperors roared, completely relieved. The White Emperor was still the White Emperor, and no one in the same realm could rival him.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The kings roared with excitement, thinking that they might actually be able to conquer the plateau and reign supreme for eternity.