Perfect Double Agent

The peach orchards stretch for hundreds of miles, an endless expanse of pink and red, as far as the eye can see, making it seem like a world of flowers. Every peach tree is laden with fruit, and plump peaches hang from the branches, looking extremely tempting.

"here it is……"

Little Stone looked around in a daze. Even though the trials of the past few years had made him unfazed by anything, he was still deeply shaken.

"The Heavenly Emperor's...former residence!"

Sansheng looked up. He was a native of the insect realm and had been active in both the insect and divine realms since childhood. He knew a great deal about the secrets and legends of these two realms.

Legend has it that the Heavenly Emperor once lived in a forbidden area of ​​the divine realm for a period of time. Before he became emperor, he fought a great battle with an unknown being there.

Some have even heard it said that a hazy female fairy sings celestial songs in this forbidden area, and wherever her voice passes, all things revive, as if someone had lingered here after the Heavenly Emperor.

"Shi Fan... Shi Fan... You were born so ordinary..."

Suddenly, three figures appeared in front of the two. The one in front was a woman wearing a peach blossom wreath. Her face was holy and flawless, as if a female immortal had descended. Her eyes were pure and lovely, without any impurities. Most strangely, there was a golden natural Dao pattern between her eyebrows, which resembled a divine cricket or a primitive pattern.

Bai Zhi looked up at Shi Fan, who was tied to the stone pillar with a fairy rope. His features could only be described as handsome, but he lacked the charm that a chosen one of heaven should have. Only his eyes remained calm, and he met her gaze without the slightest fear.

This is the result of illusion; this person's original appearance was definitely not what it appears to be now.

"Is being ordinary a sin?" Shi Fan looked up, now more and more certain that he might have met his uncle's daughter, whom he had never met before.

He was born intelligent. Although his mother didn't say it explicitly, he guessed his father's intention in giving him this name: on the one hand, to provoke his uncle, and on the other hand, to show respect, so that his son would inherit the name.

"That's not true. Many of my elders rose from humble beginnings and fought their way to their current glory. Being ordinary is not scary; what's scary is a lack of willpower. As long as you don't waver, even the most ordinary person has hope." Bai Zhi smiled, holding a large peach and eating it with relish.

Nowadays, there are many outstanding talents everywhere, some of whom have grown up at a young age and are almost ready to become kings. Her goal has never been to set her sights on the current generation of young people.

And most importantly, the splendor of these heavens will eventually fade away.

A glorious era is like a peach blossom withering away; all beauty will vanish, and how many will be able to escape its ravages?

Rather than saying that someone gave her all the heavens and asked her to take them, it would be more accurate to say that this was a trial. If she could not become a quasi-immortal emperor and transcend the heavens before the grand sacrifice, she might perish with this world.

Just like the realm of time and space, it seems that one can become an immortal in three hundred years, but how many people die in the Dharma-ending Age? It is only through the passing away of generation after generation of living beings that limited immortality and the King of Immortality are achieved.

Only in times of crisis, driven by the desire to survive, can everyone's potential be fully unleashed. It is precisely the exploration of immortality by generation after generation that has led to countless methods of achieving immortality within that realm of time and space.

Some have endured countless lifetimes of hardship, some have proven their immortality through battle, some have focused on their own patterns and evolved them to their fullest potential, and some have survived countless deaths and nearly become immortal kings after their first attempt. Their talents are as exceptional as a crane's, yet they are relentlessly pursued by countless beings, leaving them restless and unable to eat or sleep.

Little Stone remained silent, and the other party ignored him, taking his two subordinates directly into the depths of the peach grove, as if it were just out of interest to come and take a look at him.

"How did you escape last time?"

"You want to escape? Impossible. Last time I was outside, and my master secretly helped me escape. You should give up. That female demon will only stay with us for two days at most. Once she stops caring, we can leave naturally."

"No, I want to fight her!" Little Stone was very serious. It wasn't about dignity, but about continuing his father's will. His father had always wanted to beat up Uncle Bai, but he never succeeded. As his son, he should fight in his father's place. He not only wanted to defeat this female demon, but also to defeat all the kings of the alien realm, and even fight the crane who had already stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal King realm.

"You? Go to sleep early. That female demon will make anyone kneel down unless they are overpowered by their cultivation level. She can beat opponents of the same cultivation level with her eyes closed!" Sansheng closed his eyes directly. This was indeed a jinx. He never dared to dream of such a thing. Otherwise, why would Kunpeng, who had endless potential and could become a quasi-immortal emperor, be willing to be a pawn?

The Kunpeng was once an unruly master who had defeated countless geniuses across the realms and never submitted to anyone. Even when a Celestial King came to take him as a disciple, he was directly rejected. However, since encountering that female demon, he has been repeatedly defeated, each time suffering a bloody head wound. What's most terrifying is that the female demon has been using the Kunpeng Technique in battle, crushing the Kunpeng several times within the Kunpeng's strongest domain.

There are countless geniuses in the world, and one mountain is always higher than another. In this era, let alone Kunpeng, even those few unparalleled Heavenly Infants might not be a match for that female demon if they were contemporaries.

night.

Despite the absence of wind, the peach grove swayed gently, as if an invisible force was pressing down on them. It was this very breeze that startled the two awake from their slumber.

The world was dark, with only the falling, crystalline peach blossoms like a rain of light streaking across the peach grove.

In the dim light, it seemed as if a female voice was calling softly, or perhaps murmuring and singing. The syllables entered their minds, leaving them blank, with only the female voice echoing in their entire being.

"Could it be the legendary female immortal...?"

The two strained to open their eyes wide, looking towards the place where thousands of peach blossoms converged. There had once been a great sun there, but now, in the darkness of night, the sun had vanished.

But now, thousands of glistening peach blossoms, like a colorful river floating in the air, are beautiful and enchanting, gradually forming a pink moon in the sky.

In a daze, they saw a hazy, otherworldly figure sitting on the crescent moon, softly singing a song that went straight to the soul. They couldn't see the face, only the figure, which was perfect and without the slightest flaw.

"There really is a female immortal! Could she be the Heavenly Emperor's confidante...?" Sansheng lowered his voice, afraid of ruining the beauty of the night.

Even Little Stone was deeply shocked. It was too possible. This was not a real person, but rather the ancient Daoist essence that Heaven and Earth had etched into it, manifesting it at a specific time.

"Wait...there's more!"

Sure enough, before Sansheng's voice had even finished, a figure appeared in front of them.

It was a man in white, tall and imposing, exuding an aura of unparalleled grandeur. He clenched one fist and seemed to be covering his forehead with the other, looking up at the pink crescent moon, seemingly gazing at something.

"he is……"

Little Stone's body trembled violently, his lips moving. He hadn't seen this figure many times, but it was still too familiar. It often appeared in his dreams, rubbing against his face. To this day, he could not forget the roughness of those big hands.

The emperor was flawless, but his rough, large hands were proof of his conquests, the marks left by the defeat of one powerful enemy after another.

"Look up there!"

With the appearance of this white-clad figure, another figure appeared before the crescent moon in the sky. He sat cross-legged opposite the hazy female immortal, with a seven-stringed zither on his lap. As he plucked the strings, it seemed as if the entire universe was being cleansed. The unprecedented ethereal quality made the two of them seem to travel through the past, present, and future, traversing endless time and space. In the next instant, it seemed as if they were entering a state of enlightenment, experiencing the ultimate Tao.

"White...Emperor!"

Coming to his senses, Sansheng's eyes widened, his lips trembling. It was true; the White Emperor and his confidante had lived here, and might have even left behind some unparalleled musical pieces.

This is truly exciting. The Heavenly Emperor's Song is equivalent to the Emperor's Song. Even if they only learn a fraction of it, it would be enough for them to dominate the world.

But just then, a sigh came from ahead, "As the Heavenly Emperor, a god in the hearts of countless people, you live a life of peace and tranquility here. Is this what you truly desire...?"

The White Emperor did not respond; only the music and songs accompanied the conversation, echoing in the night sky, as if they were having a dialogue across time and space, or as if they were conveying something—at least that's what they believed.

"Three thousand peach trees, three thatched cottages, a beautiful woman by my side, leisurely by my side, how I envy her..."

Another sigh escaped, and as the figure ahead turned around, the figure in the sky and the crescent moon slowly faded away.

"Even the Heavenly Emperor is envious..."

The three were horrified. This was the Desolate Heavenly Emperor. Perhaps he was reflecting the scene from the past, but as the emperor turned around, his forebody also appeared in front of the two.

The towering figure, like an ancient historical monument, cast a shadow that gradually made the two men gape. It was a very young man with a resolute face, yet he was bleeding. He was holding his forehead with one hand, but he couldn't hide the large, purplish-black bump.

"This is..." San Sheng's scalp tingled, and he almost fainted from fright. What a terrible sight this was, and who was it that had actually struck a peerless Heavenly Emperor!

This is completely unimaginable.

Little Stone was very excited. He felt that those deep eyes seemed to transcend time and space, calmly watching him. Even the other person's other hand was raised, as if to rub his face.

"Father!"

Little Stone could no longer hold back and shouted out loud. This was the person he had been longing for day and night. Even with blood streaming down his face, it did not affect the great image of the other person in his heart.

Every little boy has a mother who gives him endless tenderness, and in the heart of every little boy, there is also an infinitely great father. Motherly love is warm, like an eternal harbor, always waiting for every little boy to return.

A father's love is like a mountain, heavy and profound. Even though he may not be there often, he still watches over him from afar.

"Father?"

San Sheng stiffly turned his head, while the man beside him was already in tears. Cultivators rarely shed tears; they usually finish crying when they are young. But this is a kind of longing; only deep affection can bring tears.

What he didn't know was that Little Stone rarely saw his father. Even when he was born, only his mother accompanied him. To Little Stone, his father was more of a figure standing in the distance.

The figure stared calmly for a moment, then slowly disappeared, replaced by three figures.

They were silent, especially the barefoot woman at the front. "No wonder I wanted to hit you!"

"The son of the Heavenly Emperor! My lord, leave him to him, I will fight him!" Kunpeng exclaimed excitedly.

"No, let him go. He's just not strong now, but given time, he'll surely soar to great heights. He's a blood relative of the Heavenly Emperor, stronger than me." Bai Zhi waved her hand and walked away.

This is what her ancestors said. Although she doesn't quite agree with it, she won't refute it. Instead, she will wait for the other party to continue to grow and then personally fight him to see exactly where this child's strength lies.

Little Stone was silent and very serious. He guessed why his father had come here and why he had a bump on his head. He probably had encountered that uncle before he came. In the whole world, only that uncle had the ability to make his father rub his forehead.

"My name is Shi Ye, what's your name?"

"Angelica dahurica, Angelica dahurica of the gu tribe."

In the distance, a small hand was waving high, but that figure was etched in his heart, someone he had to defeat.

"They're all... monsters!" San Sheng trembled, still unable to believe it. He felt too dazed. He had casually hooked up with someone who turned out to be the son of the Heavenly Emperor. The other person who had beaten him was equally terrifying. Bai Zhi... she must be the Heavenly Emperor's own daughter!

But it's also somewhat different; this difference is in mindset.

The two left, with Xiao Shitou walking resolutely and Sansheng staying close by. They did not go out, but planned to stay here for a while.

This area is vast, like a great world. Besides the peach grove, there are other areas, such as an ancient burial ground at the eastern end.

It was dark and silent here, with a kind of ethereal energy mixed in with the yin energy. Every now and then, you could see stone tablets inscribed with some kind of ancient script, but it was unknown when they were left.

"You still have a long way to go to defeat her..."

Suddenly, a wave of divine thought came from ahead, making the two of them tense up.

Looking up, I saw an old woman with disheveled hair sitting on the edge of a large grave. She was wearing rotten robes and sitting in front of a bonfire. Her face was not visible, and she seemed to be just a ghost. Even her figure appeared and disappeared with the flickering flames.

"you are……"

Even Little Stone couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Why? Because this was the former residence of the Heavenly Emperor.

"Just a lonely ghost guarding a desolate grave..." The old woman didn't look up, or even turn around, sitting quietly in front of the fire, like a dead person.

"Could she be some kind of obsession with that emperor? I heard my master say that there was a possible emperor here, who was later killed by the Heavenly Emperor," Sansheng whispered to himself.

Little Stone slowly shook his head. The White Emperor had lived here, and his father had also come here. Regardless of whether the other party was human or ghost, he did not want to come into contact with them.

"Breaking her spells is not difficult, and so is the confinement."

Just as Little Stone was about to leave, a tattered scripture was thrown over, landing at their feet and causing them to stop in their tracks for a moment. "The Creation of Heaven and Earth Scripture?"

"Even heaven and earth cannot restrain the body, let alone the law." The old woman's voice came again, startling both of them.

"This method is incredibly effective before Immortal Kings, but it may not be effective at the King level."

"How about we give it a try?" Sansheng asked tentatively. He felt that with their meager numbers, the other party probably couldn't gain anything. Two generations of Heavenly Emperors had come here. If it were a cause for trouble, the old woman would have been killed long ago. Not to mention, those two are still alive. Who would dare to do evil here!

Chapter 689 The Fall of Corpses

Throughout the ages, prosperity has been abundant, and outstanding individuals have emerged at an astonishing pace. Some have attained immortality in two hundred thousand years, standing proudly above all others, while others have become immortal kings in a million years, overlooking the world.

However, in this era of fierce competition, two people also shone with unparalleled brilliance.

Initially, they were just two minor cultivators, but in just a few decades, they rose to become supreme beings, astonishing countless people in both the divine and insect realms.

According to legend, the White Emperor achieved the Supreme position in his twenties, and the Desolate Emperor was also young when he became the Supreme. However, the Supremes who were decades old were still a monument that was difficult for others to reach.

The most terrifying thing was that the two of them fought each other all the way, chasing and fleeing, and their advancement speed in a short period of time was outrageous. All the geniuses and outstanding talents paled in comparison in the aftermath of their battle.