Perfect Double Agent

"Is Shi Fan really the son of the Heavenly Emperor...?"

"There is absolutely no mistake. His followers said it themselves. He is the son of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, born in this most brilliant era."

"But who is that woman who can suppress him so much?" Some people wondered. Who in the world could suppress an imperial prince at the same level, causing him to be injured and flee far away repeatedly?

"Hiss...that might be the daughter of the White Emperor..." An old immortal king swallowed hard, not daring to say more. The woman's magic was just too similar. She held the power of time and space and possessed magic immunity. With this ability alone, she was invincible. Many heroes couldn't help but tremble in fear under that figure. Even the son of the Heavenly Emperor had been beaten bloody and hunted down many times.

It's not that they're no match for each other, but rather that they can't outlast each other or kill each other. At first, they can be evenly matched, but as time goes on, either of them will eventually be defeated.

Not to mention, that woman was incredibly learned and possessed an astounding array of extraordinary abilities.

"She may not be that person's biological daughter. She could also be a descendant of the Gu Clan or the Wushang Clan. Those two clans have been trying to recreate the invincible descendants for a long time, and perhaps this child is one of them," someone said.

Even so, it's still astonishing. Both the Gu Clan and the Wushang Clan are true imperial clans, possessing the bloodlines of two emperors. Even if they weren't her biological daughters, they would still be invincible. Not to mention the other two clans, each one more troublesome than the last.

Unless Shi Fan can unleash the forbidden imperial technique of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, his chances of winning are slim.

"They've started fighting again! Are they going to fight their way into Wonderland?!"

In the realm of gods, many people were looking up. A man and a woman were like two great suns, one rising from the east and the other from the west. Behind them stood one follower after another.

"Xiao Shi, does your head still hurt? It hurts your body, but it hurts my heart."

Little Stone was usually very composed, but upon hearing the sorrowful female voice, the veins on his forehead couldn't help but throb.

"Go find your cheap master and cultivate for another 100,000 years. Once you have succeeded, I will guide you into the Calamity Land, where you will follow in the footsteps of the emperors and create a glorious future."

"No, I'm going to carry you back to the village!" Xiao Shi said seriously. This witch has wreaked havoc on the world and harmed all living beings, making heroes of the world live in misery. As the son of the Heavenly Emperor, he should quell the chaos and eliminate all the strangeness and misfortune.

"If he doesn't go to hell, who will?"

"boom!"

Xiao Shi arrived, full of vigor and tall stature. With a single punch, a towering phantom seemed to appear behind him.

"Carry me? I'll smash your head in!"

Bai Zhi also made her move, multiplying into ten figures, each forming the same hand seal, causing time and space in this world to reverse, as if she were about to sweep across eternity.

"Damn it, it's happening again!"

Upon seeing that posture, the crowd behind Xiao Shi couldn't help but shrink their pupils, as if they had a psychological shadow, and turned to run away.

"As expected, those two are the fiercest fighters." Many Celestial Kings were secretly watching the battle. In all the heavens, no one dared to lay a hand on those two. Perhaps even the Heavenly Emperors were watching.

“Being fierce is useless. The truly powerful one is the Desolate Heaven Emperor, not his offspring. If he cannot break free from the influence of his father, he will eventually stop at this level, just like us.” An ancient immortal king shook his head. The bloodline is indeed good, allowing Xiao Shi to suppress all the heroes of the myriad realms and find it difficult to find a match. But at this age, both the White Heaven Emperor and the Desolate Heaven Emperor have already set out on their own paths.

“Unless Xiao Shi finds another way, he will still fail in this field. Bai Zhi’s path lies in the fact that from the beginning of her cultivation, she created her own runes, patterns, and built her own law tree, bearing her own fruit. Everyone who walks the White Emperor’s path is different from the very beginning.”

Some whispered, looking into their palms, where a small tree swayed gently, its branches laden with fruit, and a dense rain of purple laws falling down.

This is a veiled woman with purple eyes, a cascading cascade of purple hair, a full and voluptuous figure, a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand, and long, slender legs that could not be concealed even by the long dress covering her waist.

"King Purple!"

Many people around her turned their heads. This was a female cultivator who had become a king in recent years. She was very low-key and only appeared in the God Realm and the Insect Realm. No one knew exactly how many years she had cultivated. It might be more than a million years, or it might be less than a million years. She was too young.

It was this woman who once tried to capture Bai Zhi but turned and left. Little did she know that she was also one of the cultivators on the White Emperor's Road, and that Law Tree explained everything.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Xiao Shi was defeated and fled wounded, far from being a match for Bai Zhi.

However, this great battle did not end, but rather was just the beginning. More than a decade later, Xiao Shi reappeared, continuing to challenge, becoming more and more courageous, showing no signs of decline.

Over the next thousand years, the two fought countless battles. Xiao Shi's perseverance was truly moving; he almost fought his way into the realm of immortals, his amazing feat causing the very fabric of time to tremble.

"I want to fight the immortals!"

It was a loud roar, and then Little Stone disappeared, seemingly far away from the realm of gods.

What is a Battle Immortal? Everyone knows there is such a path, but how many can truly achieve it?

It is an unyielding path, requiring unwavering will, abandoning everything, forging ahead relentlessly, fighting to the very end, until death do us part.

Simply put, it means relying on one's inner strength, without letting up or fearing, to break through everything, kill everything, and ultimately achieve sublimation.

This was a period that moved heroes from all the heavens and the myriad realms, and an era that left countless people dumbfounded.

Xiao Shi became an immortal in just over 100,000 years. Bai Zhi, on the other hand, fought two True Immortals when she was at the peak of her Supreme Realm. Afterwards, she fought a great battle with Xiao Shi while still injured. In the end, Bai Zhi disappeared.

Some speculate that she may be deliberately seeking death. The most dangerous part of the White Emperor Path is not the first few realms, but the Immortal Path. This process is very dangerous. Some people never wake up after Nirvana and die completely. Others, though they are dead, are resurrected after a period of time.

Each new life of a seed is equivalent to a major transformation. After rebirth, not only is the body's potential comprehensively enhanced, but it is also greatly released. Many unremarkable people have undergone a qualitative change at this stage, and their talent and potential have become more terrifying than those of world-renowned heroes.

This change is not limited to the body, but also extends to the mind, understanding of the Dao, cognition of the world, and even enlightenment. It will bring about a qualitative change, which is even more terrifying than when one is at the Supreme level. It is conceivable that even a piece of rotten wood, as long as it endures to this level, will have the opportunity to soar to the sky.

With the disappearance of Bai Zhi, Xiao Shi had no rivals and truly shone brightly, sweeping across realm after realm, suppressing countless heroes below and challenging the older generation above, his brilliance so dazzling that it was hard to look directly at him.

And this suppression lasted for nearly 500,000 years. Even those Heavenly Infants who could sweep away thousands of heroes were swept away by Xiao Shi.

……

"I am about to become king, where are you...? Have you passed away, or have you returned..."

Hundreds of thousands of years of great battles have made Xiao Shi look weathered and ancient, and his figure is as tall and straight as a mountain, reaching to the sky and standing firm on the ground.

He was no longer the naive young man he once was, but he still couldn't forget the woman with the peach blossom wreath on her head and her bare, snow-white feet. His first defeat in life was at her hands, and how could a man forget that?

"Without your existence, the heavens would be utterly colorless..."

Whispers echoed through the starry sky, and all living beings looked up to see a man of imposing stature sitting alone on a cloud, overlooking the vast landscape, exuding a profound loneliness.

"The son of the Heavenly Emperor... Little Stone!"

Many people were thrilled. Rumors circulated that Xiao Shi was about to become a king, just one step away. This step might only take tens of thousands of years, or it might take hundreds of thousands of years. The more amazing a person is, the more they like to settle down at this time.

The current Little Stone is only a little over 600,000 years old.

"when……"

Suddenly, a sound echoed from the clouds. It was an Order Harp, which Xiao Shi had gathered on his lap. As it was slowly plucked, the notes were deep and heavy.

Gradually, the sounds grew louder, each fluctuation capable of shattering the heavens and earth, the clanging sounds echoing in everyone's minds, making their souls feel like they were about to explode.

"What is this being played..."

Unbeknownst to them, the sound, as it conveyed, was heavy and lonely. After a moment, it carried the vicissitudes of a great world, as if the world's prosperity was about to fade away, the heavens were stained with blood, and corpses floated in all realms. A chilling scene filled everyone's mind.

The Dao Ancestor lies in a corpse, the ancient Daoist lineage leader roars to the heavens, Immortal Kings fall like rain, and all worlds crumble...

"Isn't this the Melody of Leisure?!"

The most shocked was Xiao Shi. He had heard this melody before and remembered some of it. It was played by the White Emperor when he accompanied his beloved concubine on the moon. How could it have turned into such a strange tune when it came to him?

He wanted to stop, but the music seemed to have a magical power, or perhaps it was a sign, that made it impossible for him to stop.

He even saw a different scene: patches of black mist, seemingly appearing from nowhere, shrouded all realms, covered the river of time, and spread towards the past, present, and future, as if an unimaginable being had finally awakened from its slumber.

"He's awake..."

Xiao Shi's body trembled, his hands stopped moving, and one strange phenomenon after another vanished into thin air.

"Who's awake!" Xiao Shi turned around. He had just heard a sigh, a female voice, that sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

"The calamity of the heavens has arrived..."

The female voice came again, exceptionally pleasant to the ear, and even not far away, an old woman with a hunched back appeared.

"Master! You..."

Xiao Shi was shocked. This was his cheap master, who hadn't taught him much but had a clear understanding of everything in the world and rarely left the realm of gods. He never expected him to appear here.

However, the other person only glanced at him indifferently, and disappeared with a hunched back, making him seriously doubt that the pleasant female voice he had heard before was an illusion.

"Wait, Master, you haven't explained why there is a calamity in the heavens, or who is stirring up the chaos!"

There was no response, no explanation, until a moment later, a tremendous sound resounded throughout the ages. Even on the long river, a broken giant looked down upon the past and present, the breath from his mouth and nose engulfing all worlds, his eyes arrogant and domineering.

At the same time, he also saw his father's back as he stood ready for battle.

"I am the Celestial Emperor, who can stop me? You ant, try jumping again!"

The voice was so cold that it could freeze all realms and shatter countless beings, causing everyone who heard it to tremble and involuntarily kneel down.

Who is this...the true Immortal Emperor...? Why is he shrouded in darkness...?

That arrogant demeanor and that towering, imposing figure were so deeply ingrained in their souls that they could never forget them. To speak so bluntly, calling an invincible quasi-Immortal Emperor an ant—who else in this world could do that?

"Father!"

Xiao Shi's heart trembled. How could this be? Was that the source of darkness? A true Dark Immortal Emperor?

At this moment, Shi Hao was indeed on guard. He knew that this person would one day recover, but he did not expect the process to be so fast. The time left for him was not very long, but it was impossible to make him offer his neck for slaughter.

"Heavenly Emperor..."

One after another, all living beings murmured in silence. No one expected that the most prosperous heavens would face such a terrifying crisis. Above the Quasi-Immortal Emperor, there was actually an Immortal Emperor. One mountain was higher than another, and one day was higher than another. Where was the White Emperor at this moment? Were all the emperors in the world still asleep?

No one knew, but the Desolate Emperor was no match for him at all. The Emperor Sword in his hand unleashed the true power of an Immortal Emperor, directly attacking him, tearing his Emperor body apart, and splattering Emperor blood high in the air, as if that peerless giant was the true master of the Emperor Sword.

"Father!"

"The Desolate Emperor!"

Countless beings looked up, their eyes trembling, their hearts filled with immense pain. How could this be? Was a Celestial Emperor about to perish...?

In fact, the Desolate Emperor was not completely dead. His body was struggling to reassemble and try to recover. But then, a huge hand came down with boundless power, piercing through eternity. All the heavens were affected by this, and the long river was boiling.

With a deafening boom, the Desolate Emperor was blasted apart, his corpse turning into billions of drops of blood that exploded. Perhaps no one could have stopped it; this was a qualitative difference.

"The Immortal Emperor is invincible; who can withstand my single strike!"

The giant was indifferent. He stared for a moment, then reached out and summoned the blood-stained imperial sword into his hand. With a slow tremor, a small coffin fell from it.

No one could see what the being was doing, but as one broken body after another flew out of the coffin, the being became completely whole, and it unleashed an aura of dominance that could swallow the past, present, and future. Its imperial might was overwhelming, and its majesty was unimaginable.

"Indeed, he has completely fallen... He is the king of the heavens, but also the calamity of the heavens..." The old woman sighed softly. Although she had once held a glimmer of hope for Huang, it now seemed that everything had finally come to an end.

"It's truly over... huh?"

The enormous figure seemed to have seen something, its gaze suddenly sharpened, and it began to deduce, its brows furrowing deeper with each deduction.

"Probably not. He's dead. I've firmly established myself in this field, invincible in the world. What can the backlash of karma or the chaos of spacetime do to me?"

The giant muttered to himself, his domineering arrogance seemingly etched into his very bones, unwavering.

"Who claims to be invincible? Who dares to say they are undefeated!"

Suddenly, a tremendous tremor resounded throughout the myriad realms and the river of time. Countless strands of dazzling imperial blood flew out from space and time, instantly coalescing together and transforming into a majestic being before the giant, standing there as if it had never left.