Perfect Double Agent

Emperor Yu took the lead, his body swirling through space and time, and in an instant descended upon the plateau, shaking the entire land.

"Attack the plateau? Are all the juniors in the lower realms so ignorant of their own limitations? Fine, let's teach them a lesson."

A Dao Ancestor emerged from the depths of the plateau, wielding a Heavenly Halberd, and confronted the Feather Emperor.

Behind them, even more figures appeared, including groups of Dao Ancestors and densely packed King-level armies. Their numbers were not large, but they were several times greater than the alien army.

"Boom!"

One Dao Ancestor was shattered. Yu Di, holding a battle spear, flapped his wings and instantly charged into the group of Dao Ancestors. He pierced through another Dao Ancestor with his spear, lifted him up, and shattered him on his head. He emerged bathed in imperial blood, like an unparalleled killing god, unstoppable!

"Is he An Lan from the lower realm? The legendary hero under the White Emperor, a man of unparalleled talent and courage that moves even ghosts and gods to tears!"

All the Dao Ancestors were shocked. This person was very strong. He was surrounded by time and space, fearless and undaunted. Even when surrounded, he fought his way out alone.

"Open your dog eyes! I am the Feather Emperor!" the Feather Emperor roared, his nose almost crooked with anger.

"Boom!"

Another figure descended, embracing with both hands, and an ancient altar appeared out of thin air. "Offer sacrifice to the Emperor!"

"This is insane!" Hongdi pointed a finger, unleashing boundless curse power that enveloped several Dao Ancestors. He called others insane, but little did he know that he himself was even more insane, attempting to take on several opponents single-handedly.

"How can we let our esteemed predecessors shine all the way ahead? Kill them!"

Wu Shang also arrived, crashing into the group of Dao Ancestors. His majestic figure stood tall and upright, and he roared to the sky. Centered on him, ripples of Dao patterns spread out instantly, startling the group of emperors and temporarily suppressing their magical power.

That wasn't all. Another person emerged from the void, pressing down with one hand. Spacetime patterns bloomed above, seemingly creating a synergy with the magic immunity patterns on the ground, rendering all the emperors completely immobile.

"Remember me, I am the teacher of the Immortal Emperor!"

The old demon roared, and snow-white seeds imbued with his essence and blood appeared, containing his Dao and his will. They engulfed the Dao Ancestors in all directions, took root in each of their bodies, and then exploded.

This was an astonishing scene. The three of them worked together to create an unparalleled killing blow, causing more than twenty Dao Ancestors to bleed on the plateau. Countless living beings were stunned and petrified on the spot.

Even the other Dao Ancestors who survived were gasping for breath. In fact, whether it was magic immunity or the freezing of time and space, it could only suppress them for a moment at most. If it were one or two people, it would be fine, but with so many Dao Ancestors, no one could suppress them.

But it was in that brief moment that the three of them executed a perfect teamwork.

"Bastard!"

The Dao Ancestors reorganized, their faces turning ashen. It would be difficult for them to die, but it would be too humiliating, making them appear utterly useless. This was all related to their future status.

"This is how my people should behave..."

Deep within the plateau, one after another, silhouettes stand tall, silently observing. But they are not looking at the Dao Ancestors, but rather at Wu Shang Gu Zu and others. Perhaps any elder would prefer such a junior.

After all, if they outnumber their opponents several times over and still can't gain the upper hand, how can they represent the strongest race throughout history, or demonstrate the invincibility of the strange race?

They are the strongest, and their scions should be the same: the Immortal Emperor level should be the strongest, and the Dao Ancestor level should also be the strongest!

"Let him return after the battle is over."

"Alright."

More than one ancestor spoke up; the Ten Emperors were their representatives, but ultimately they were not outstanding enough.

Chapter 684 Confronting the Ancestor

"Let him return?" The newly resurrected Golden Emperor overheard the conversation and was suddenly jolted, feeling somewhat unwilling. "Although that brat's origins are clear, he may not be loyal to our clan. What if we raise a tiger that will turn on us..."

Emperor Jin did not continue speaking. Even with his status, he dared not show the slightest disrespect. Throughout history, there had always been ten emperors on the plateau. If there were fewer, they would be replaced, but there would never be more. Today, the ancestors were actually willing to break this tradition for that junior.

Although this idea had been expressed before, it had never been explicitly stated, nor had it been directly acknowledged as it was this time.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not afraid of him being amazing, I’m afraid of him being mediocre,” the ancestor said calmly.

"Why do the gods survive? It's not just because they are needed for regular sacrifices; the more important reason is that you lack adversaries..."

Another ancestor spoke up, "Haven't the Heavenly Emperors been nurturing them all along? If they really wanted to destroy them, all of them could simply stand on the plateau and wipe out the Heavenly Emperors."

"Yes."

The Golden Emperor bowed his head and retreated, not daring to linger. Perhaps in the eyes of those few, nothing in this world could shake their will. Only the Ancestor had such courage, unafraid of raising a tiger to cause trouble.

In fact, he wasn't worried that the junior had ulterior motives. There were only two places of life in the heavens: the Celestial Realm and the Plateau. Anyone with common sense would know how to choose. What really worried him was whether the ancestors were afraid that this kid would break through again. If the other party also became an ancestor, then who in the world could suppress this kid?

"Or is there a secret I don't know about? Or perhaps the ancestors wanted to wait for that junior to become an ancestor so they could study the Great Dao together?" The Golden Emperor was unsure.

In their collective understanding, the progenitor is the highest level, the true pinnacle of the world, beyond which there is no further advancement or progress. It is perfectly normal for them to want one more person to explore the Great Dao.

"Roar! Junior!"

The great battle continued, especially on the Immortal Emperor battlefield, where the fighting was astonishing. A figure, wielding a stone axe in one hand and an imperial sword in the other, cleaved an Immortal Emperor in two and continued his attack on another.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered, and a corpse lay in the air. It was the Black Emperor, who had been cleaved in two. The stone axe was strange; it seemed to have no sharpness, yet it was equally sinister, as if there was nothing it couldn't cleave.

But he was unwilling to accept defeat. He was defeated once again. Just as he was about to rebuild himself, his body was suppressed. That imperial sword was equally evil. It had devoured too many imperial bodies and was almost undergoing a qualitative change, making it more ferocious than any imperial weapon.

"Is it that item... that was left behind back then..." An ancestor looked at the stone axe that was raised high and cleaved towards another Immortal Emperor, and was slightly surprised.

"It should be." The other person whispered. There were several of those things. After the courtyard was breached, the contents inside were scattered in various places. Perhaps this axe recorded the details of that person, which led this person to an extraordinary level.

"For whom is the great sacrifice... only to recreate its meaning!" the third progenitor whispered.

Throughout these ages, they have been performing rituals in order to find that person, to recreate the details of their past, or to bring forth their will to guide them through a breakthrough, or to tell them how to go further.

Unfortunately, a blurry shadow would occasionally appear on the altar, but it showed no signs of consciousness or past.

In fact, even the Celestial Emperors were unaware of such matters. Most Celestial Emperors were simply following orders and did not know who they were sacrificing for. They even believed that the sacrifice was a symbolic ritual of their race and that the sacrifice was not for any particular being.

But the reason they held these grand sacrifices time and time again was not for themselves, but because they wanted that person to reappear!

"Boom!"

Another Immortal Emperor has fallen, utterly outmatched. A figure swept through the ranks of emperors, looking down upon them with disdain, killing them all with a sword and an axe.

Below them, a group of Quasi-Immortal Emperors were equally astonishing. Eight Quasi-Immortal Emperors fought against more than forty Dao Ancestors. They were indeed at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, but in terms of willpower, they were so terrifying that even the Dao Ancestors were trembling with fear.

"Dragon Fist!"

A purple-gold dragon roared and swung its fist across the sky. The surging imperial aura and the indestructible fist directly shattered a Dao Ancestor artifact. The damage did not diminish, and the punch pierced through the enemy.

However, he was also pierced. Although his dragon body was comparable to a quasi-immortal emperor's weapon, it could not withstand the siege. However, he ignored it and smashed the skull of the enemy in front of him with a punch. He turned around and fought against the enemies. Every dragon scale that came off transformed into an unparalleled killing sword. Ten thousand of them formed a sword array that could kill a Dao Ancestor.

"How can he be so strong!" The Dao Ancestors around him trembled. In terms of cultivation level, this dragon was not high, but its combat power was terrifyingly absurd.

"Because... I am the Heavenly Emperor's strongest mount!" the purple dragon roared. In reality, this was because he followed the path of the seed, and because he cultivated himself to this level, rather than taking drugs!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

On the other side, the Feather Emperor was also roaring. He had gone mad with killing, his blood boiling. He rushed past at lightning speed, his wings forcefully cleaving open a Dao Ancestor, causing his blood to splatter across the plateau.

"That bastard!"

The Dao Ancestor, who had been cleaved in two, was pale and trembling, not from fear, but from rage. He had been killed by this man several times and was no match for him.

This person was also the strongest among the quasi-immortal emperors, almost standing at the pinnacle, as if he had a pent-up anger in his heart, which he was venting wildly on them.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a figure enveloped in time and space appeared behind him, piercing the back of his head with a gun and pinning him to the plateau.

It happened very quickly. Someone took advantage of his unpreparedness and attacked him. Before he could turn around, a figure descended and crushed his skull with a single stomp.

"Anlan!" a Dao Ancestor roared, charging forward with overwhelming force.

"It's me!" An Lan glanced at the approaching Dao Ancestor, drew his spear, and went to meet him. His golden hair was flowing down his shoulders, and his imposing figure was awe-inspiring. Perhaps he was not the strongest, but he was not afraid of fighting.

"Anlan will destroy the world!"

With a long roar, golden light shot into the sky, revealing a colossal figure, a manifestation of ancestral magic. Holding a golden spear, he fearlessly charged directly at his opponent.

Not only them, but the King-level battlefield is also extraordinary.

Five hazy figures stood in a row, marching in unison, their heroic bearing and bright eyes shining. They formed the same hand seal, pushing the power of spacetime to its extreme. With a push forward, ripples of spacetime instantly enveloped the area ahead, overwhelming everything.

This was a breathtaking scene. The ripples seemed to sweep across eternity, reversing the passage of time and causing the strange immortal kings in front of them to scream.

They were hit, their eyes were momentarily blinded, and their bodies began to shrink. Some turned into screaming children, while others turned into bizarre and ferocious beasts. More than twenty people were all forced back to their childhood.

“These people…”

One of the eerie immortal kings' pupils shrank sharply as he looked at the five figures spanning the battlefield. The five figures were like five monuments, suppressing the years and ancient history. Their bodies were majestic and upright, and they seemed to vaguely see the shadow of the person who fought against the immortal emperor.

"Five per person isn't enough, ten per person wouldn't be too many!"

Someone roared, their red hair flying, and in an instant, two figures stood side by side, killing the king's corpse flying everywhere and the king's blood filling the sky.

"Unparalleled in the world, a crane reigning supreme!"

There was also a handsome man who emerged from the bloodbath, fighting alone against a group of kings, and using forbidden techniques to kill them.

Are the creatures on the plateau really weak? Obviously not. On the contrary, every creature on the plateau is very strong. As a race that can rival the heavens, each of them is rare in the world, and some are even descendants of the Dark Immortal Emperor.

This is not just a clash between darkness and darkness, but a continuation of the Immortal Emperor War. These people represent the Seed Path, the White Emperor Path, and the Ten Dark Immortal Emperors.

"I will carve out a future, I will destroy the king!" A silver-haired old man tore apart an enemy, pulled a spear from his body, threw it, and then went on a rampage.

Everyone is fighting hard. This is the toughest battle of their lives, and also the most powerful race in the history of warfare. They may die in battle, but they will never back down.

"They're all monsters..." All the creatures on the plateau were watching, some looking at the projection, others rushing to the battlefield. Perhaps they used to look down on any creatures from the lower realms, seeing only the heavens as their opponents, but now they had to admit that this was no ordinary group of adversaries.

Like a being called the Son of Heaven, who was excessively young, yet held a shrunken World Tree in one hand and a clenched fist in the other, causing the corpses of kings to pile up around him.

"Could he be like that Crimson King, potentially becoming a Dao Ancestor...?" A Dao Ancestor was shocked. This wasn't because they could see the future, nor could they truly judge whether someone could become a Dao Ancestor. Rather, it was a feeling they had based on the Dao emanating from the other person.

“What’s truly terrifying isn’t them, it’s the resurrection!” Some people said solemnly, their eyes observing the race that had brought their fallen capital back to life.

Those were small teams, each consisting of a member of the Gu Clan, a member of the Magic Immunity Clan, and a member of the Anlan Clan. Although there were only a few teams, the number of kills they caused was the highest in the entire event. It was far more terrifying than the efficiency of heroes like Crane and Emperor in killing kings. They killed instantly with a single strike, without any unnecessary movements. Even a ninth-generation descendant of an Immortal Emperor could not withstand a single blow and was nailed to death.

Even if any of the three are killed, they will immediately revive and continue fighting, like a perfect killing machine that never stops unless its power is exhausted.

In the past, only Immortal Emperors could be resurrected on the plateau, and only those at that level could enjoy such treatment. If Dao Ancestors and Kings died, they were truly dead. One can imagine how terrifying the destructive power of such a three-person team would be if they were to fight against the heavens in the future.

"In an atmosphere where everyone wants to be invincible and fight their opponents alone, cooperation is very valuable."

After the Black Emperor was resurrected, he heard a whisper in his ear that was full of praise. However, the words were not directed at him, but rather were a compliment to the immortal kings.

What he didn't know was that the ancestors behind him also liked to fight in groups, and even in groups of three against one. They did it this way when dealing with the pollen of the heavens. The three-person teams that formed the annihilation team resonated with the ancestors and evoked their memories.

"The worst thing has happened..." The Black Emperor trembled. The Ancestor clearly liked those creatures, and even paid attention to ants. You know, he rarely even praised them.

But what worries him even more is what's right in front of him.