Perfect Double Agent

An arm that had blocked the attack exploded, its fist indestructible. It struck again, seemingly pushing through the heavens and myriad realms, containing unimaginable power that caused the old immortal king's pupils to shrink drastically, utterly unable to withstand it.

With a bang, the old immortal king exploded. His primordial spirit tried to escape, but was pierced by a long spear that came flying at high speed.

An Cang glanced at the woman beside him and inexplicably swallowed. In just a few days, this woman seemed even fiercer than before, even though that old immortal king wasn't considered strong.

King Jiuyou was shocked to see this. What kind of experience had caused Blood Phoenix to undergo such a terrifying change? Could it be that the alien realm was really a good place to grow?

"After seeing it so many times, it becomes mundane. I never realized before how vast the sky was. Birds always yearn for a bigger world so they can soar freely."

Blood Phoenix took a step, which was very light, but it made King Jiuyou be on high alert. The blood-stained hand and the head that was still being held up made him feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

“You have lost in the Immortal Ancient Era, and you will lose again in this era. This great war is only the beginning. None of us are the true controllers of the war, and even death is not our final destination.”

"What do you mean?!" King Jiuyou frowned, his Death Eye between his brows continuously gathering power.

"It means that there is no eternal death, only a dream. When you wake up, you will find that you are not on a battlefield!"

"boom!"

An Cang came from the side, while Blood Phoenix attacked head-on, pressing down with one hand. Life and death were intertwined, and no one could stop it. Even the Nine Nether King, who was also one of the Ten Fiends, was born and destroyed under that palm, constantly collapsing.

……

"Is this what death is...?"

Unbeknownst to the King of the Nine Netherworlds, all his senses were fading, and everything from the past was becoming blurred. His enemies, the world, and his memories all seemed to be shrouded in darkness, and even he himself seemed to be asleep.

Before long, a gentle force enveloped him, filled with warmth, making him feel as if he had returned to the place where he was first born.

"This is……"

"You're awake? Who killed you?" A calm voice came, startling King Jiuyou. He slowly opened his eyes, and the scene before him left him somewhat at a loss.

This was a huge cave filled with precious immortal liquid. Besides him, there were also True Dragon, True Phoenix, Qilin King, Ant King, and others, even the old immortal king who had died in front of him not long ago.

Even further away, there were older generation immortals like Qi Yu and Chu Wanhe soaking in the Immortal Liquid Pool.

Most people were chatting with each other, asking who had killed others. Some were indignant, some had dark faces, and some gritted their teeth. As a Celestial King, he was calm throughout the ages, but this place was extremely lively.

"He must have been killed by that woman." The old immortal king's face was ashen; he had been knocked unconscious by two punches, it was too humiliating.

"The other realm is very powerful. It is said that the ancestor of your clan was an Immortal Emperor!" the True Dragon sighed softly.

“Immortal…Emperor…isn’t he a Quasi-Immortal Emperor?” King Jiuyou was suddenly shocked, and then slowly shook his head. He did not believe that the Destroyer of the World was the ancestor of his clan. That was unlikely. According to legend, the Ten Fiends originated before the Dark Immortal Emperor in the Boundary Sea. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why that emperor would have the Ten Fiends Technique.

The Heavenly Emperor once analyzed this with them.

“He’s already an Immortal Emperor, as the Dao Ancestor himself said. Besides him, that legendary junior… seems even more powerful. I wonder if the Heavenly Emperor can hold on.” The True Dragon shook his head. They had never seen that person, only heard of his deeds.

"Probably." The mention of the Heavenly Emperor brought a solemn air to everyone, leaving the Nine Nether King utterly bewildered. "Can anyone tell me... how were we resurrected? Or did the Heavenly Emperor reflect upon us once more?"

Clearly, he was overthinking it. Shi Hao had no time for that at the moment. He held the Blood-Dripping Emperor Sword in one hand and the Law Pool containing the head in the other, stepping on the blood waves and continuously ascending to the heavens.

"You mere few dare to chase me? Do you really think you're invincible?"

"Huang, don't be so smug. Those who disobey my clan never have a good end. To this day, there are still bloodied corpses of Immortal Emperors lying quietly on the barren earth on the plateau!" The head in the pool emitted a wave of divine thought, its attitude firm and indifferent.

"I'll wait and see if I burn you first, or if your companions arrive first!" Shi Hao said domineeringly. There has never been a single person in history who dared to burn an Immortal Emperor like firewood.

"You will regret this. You dare to insult me ​​today. One day, my entire clan will rise up and destroy not only you, but even the heavens themselves!"

"It's as if you wouldn't come back if I let you go."

The head in the pool caught its breath and was momentarily speechless.

"Go back after you die and tell the White Emperor that unless he comes to kill me in person, I will kill you all one by one!"

"You? You need the White Emperor to intervene? Or do you think that because you have a past relationship with the White Emperor, you can make him betray you? Absolutely not. You will never understand how important the White Emperor is to our clan." The head in the pool sneered. The White Emperor was a successor to the progenitor, just like the Golden Emperor and the others, waiting for this era to end so he could gain merit.

This era is about assisting, and the next era will be about presiding over it. The White Era is the name of the next era personally determined by the ancestors.

"What's wrong with Brother Ye? Has he really turned to the darkness...?" Even if Shi Hao believed in him, he couldn't help but waver. He couldn't understand why that outstanding man would do such a thing, but he felt that as long as he saw Brother Ye, he could change his mind. With the brothers working together to fight against the darkness, what difficulty could they not overcome?

But when Shi Hao returned to the heavens, his heart wavered even more. Battlefield after battlefield, countless Immortal Kings and True Immortals had fallen, many of whom were his followers.

Some fell into pools of blood, some were nailed to the mountainside, and some were broken into pieces. Longmu died with an indomitable will.

"Red Dragon..."

Shi Hao arrived and looked at his disciple who had just died. In the distance, there were also the crazed Heavenly Horned Ants, Shi Yi with his double pupils constantly opening and closing, and the Immortal who had been blown apart by the attack of the kings.

Even though the chicken farmers had all perished, a group of dark immortal kings used different curses to curse them to death.

Even the butcher was sacrificed alive on an ancient altar by a silver-haired boy, and fell there forever.

He recognized it as the method of the two Dark Emperors, now manifested in the alien creatures.

"Wilderness?!" Kundi sensed something and turned around, only to see a person.

Even the vast battlefield froze instantly upon the arrival of that figure. Soldiers in some hands were suspended in mid-air, spells in others were frozen in place, and all things and spirits seemed to become a painting, still and motionless.

"Are you trying to interfere with the younger generation's battle?" A cold glint flashed deep in the head in the pool's eyes.

Shi Hao remained silent, but he was in great distress. He had never wanted to see this happen, yet it had still occurred. His disciple was dead, his followers had all perished, and even further away, Liu Shen was struggling to hold on, but being besieged by three people was proving too difficult for her.

"Huang, are you going to attack us?!" Although the young Kundi was unable to move, he saw Huang's figure.

Shi Hao did want to take action. Anyone would find it hard to remain indifferent to see their brother surrounded and their disciple killed in battle. He was not a cold-hearted Immortal Emperor, but he couldn't bring himself to do it because there were also familiar foreigners on this battlefield, and many of them were even immortals who had drunk and boasted with him back then.

But, in that moment of distraction, a wisp of thought suddenly flowed out from the pool of laws, and in an instant, all the kings perished.

The Kundi fell backwards, the Immortal King fell like raindrops, the Highland Legion perished for no reason, and among them were the Gu tribe.

"You!" Shi Hao was shocked. This bastard took advantage of his carelessness and killed everyone with a wisp of thought. This was completely a trap for him, and completely severed the relationship between Ye Ge and him, especially the corpse of Kun Di that died with his eyes open.

"Awoooooo, Heavenly Emperor!"

The surviving creatures roared, their hearts filled with excitement as they gazed upon the figure that had captured the attention of the masses. There were people from the Heavenly Court and people from the heavens; who doesn't admire the strong, especially someone who had saved them in their time of crisis?

"No doubt about it, you killed him! You'll face my clan's revenge!" The head in the pool jolted and self-destructed, so swiftly and decisively that Shi Hao was almost unable to recover.

You're an Immortal Emperor, yet you still frame me? Could you be any more shameless? Public opinion is a fearsome thing. Amidst so much cheering, he felt that no matter how he explained, it would be futile. Would an Immortal Emperor explain his actions? It seemed unlikely.

As for going back in time to find evidence? He had already tried that idea. That Dark Immortal Emperor was very cunning. He didn't know what kind of magic he used, but he didn't even leave a trace in the passage of time.

But he knew that Kundi must hate him to death. Just like in the past, his followers were always looking forward to revenge. He couldn't persuade them, nor would he interfere. After all, many people had a real blood feud with the foreign lands. Being in a high position, he couldn't ignore the feelings of his subordinates.

What would Brother Ye think? He didn't know, but An Lan, who was besieging Liu Shen, slowly retreated after watching from afar.

"Or is it that my bad luck has flared up again..."

Chapter 697 All Out

"died?"

"Um……"

On the plateau, a group of people stood before the forbidden area of ​​their tribe, looking at the figure sitting cross-legged on a blue stone, each one more ashamed than the last.

"It's all that brat Huang's fault. If it weren't for him..." Someone tried to say something, but was stopped by Kundi's stern gaze.

He didn't want to cause trouble for Bai Di. So what if he died? At worst, he could just kill Bai Di's kids again. He couldn't beat the big ones, but he wasn't afraid of any of the little ones.

"Speak," the man in white said, his eyes lowered as he looked down at the group. His voice was gentle, yet authoritative, making everyone afraid to hide anything.

"It's Huang. He's returned to the heavens and attacked us in a fit of rage..." someone said cautiously.

"Is that so... Then you can fight back. Naihao will be dealt with by someone. He can't get away, including the Emperor of Heaven."

"Ok?"

Everyone was shocked. This was a lot of information. Was a major attack on the heavens about to begin?

Not long after they left, a Dao Ancestor from another clan came and invited the white-robed figure to a meeting, which excited many people.

But no one knew that in the deepest part of that forbidden area, a tree was also swaying slightly, causing the three women drinking tea under the tree to look up.

It is very tall, pure white and dreamlike, with branches laden with fruit, and a misty haze hanging down, filled with sacred light and rain, flowing with the primordial path of time and space, rooted in the earth, as if it has been there for a very long time.

The three women did not know what realm lay beyond that of the Immortal Emperor; only the Ancestor on the plateau was at that level.

But their husbands believed that there are countless paths to enlightenment, and one must always walk one's own path. This was true for the Dao Ancestor, the Immortal Emperor, and it should be true for the successors of the Immortal Emperor as well.

Then one day, their husbands, having somehow come to their senses, planted a seed before their eyes. Over time, the seed took root, sprouted, and transformed into a Tree of Time and Space.

Through the thick fog, one could vaguely see a very special fruit in the center of the tree canopy. It was without patterns or markings, only the size of a fist. Although small, it possessed an indescribable transcendence. It was not a fruit of the Great Dao, but rather seemed like a newly formed crystal.

The ritual of worshipping the Dao is a ritual to commemorate the Dao. Looking at the ten progenitors and the pollen, the fact that these people were able to become ritual worshippers is actually related to one person.

It can be said that this is a path left behind by a dead person, and everyone will be subconsciously drawn in this direction, eventually leading to a ritual.

It's like a world with countless paths, but ultimately, they are all confined to this world. The beings within it will instinctively cultivate themselves according to the workings of this world's great principles.

But why must one sacrifice oneself to enter the next level of the Great Dao? Why must one die a glorious and thorough death, without any prior awareness, to become a person above the level of the Great Dao?

Is it the rules of the world that dictate that this must be done, or is it because the owner of the bronze coffin paved the way that this path came into being?

Bai Ye leans more towards the latter. The Dao only exists after a person steps out of it. Whether it's the sacrificial Dao or the path above the sacrificial Dao, it's all the path that the Bronze Coffin Master has walked.

In the past, the master of the bronze coffin had enemies. Perhaps when he was in dire straits, he burned all his origins and all his great paths, wanting to perish together with his enemies. But he was lucky enough to survive and unexpectedly entered a new world, which is how the sacrificial path came about.

Even at this level, the Copper Coffin Master still had enemies. With his loved ones dead and all his followers killed in battle, he was once again in despair. With a death wish, he fought against his formidable enemy and died a tragic death. However, after death, he entered a completely new realm, where he annihilated all his enemies and resurrected all his loved ones and followers.

This is a general overview of the Copper Coffin Master's past. He had relatives and great enemies. Unfortunately, the Copper Coffin Master, standing on the sacrificial path, was too powerful. With a single thought, he could rewind the river of time, and with a single thought, he could sacrifice the entire vast space-time. Everything in the world could appear in an instant.

Simply put, it's like having a wife and children; with a wave of the hand, a whole bunch of them can appear, each one exactly the same, and there are as many as you want. So it's the same with people in the world; it all depends on one's mood.

In this situation, who wouldn't think it's fake? Probably everyone would. The owner of the bronze coffin was no exception. He tried to act like a mortal, but he still couldn't. He couldn't deceive himself.

And so, this powerful man fell ill.

As can be seen from the later breakthroughs of Shi Hao and the Empress, they both burned their Dao in despair, resulting in them becoming Sacrifice Dao level. After their tragic deaths, one became above Sacrifice Dao, and the other almost did.

Bai Ye believes that there is never only one path in the world. There is no fixed path of cultivation, nor is there a fixed path of cultivation. Cultivation will only flourish in a hundred different ways.

What if you reach the end of the road and there's nowhere to go? Then start anew.

So he chose to forge a new path for himself, not to perform rituals, but to break free from his original way, to be reborn, and to enter a completely new realm.

The tree swayed slightly, as if it were covered with dandelion seeds, as if a gust of wind would carry the seeds far away, taking root in a new world that the tree could not reach.

It's very quiet here, but at this moment, I am in an imperial palace deep in the plateau, and I feel different from others.

"This mere new emperor dares to repeatedly provoke us? Does he really think we can't destroy him?!"

"Then kill him, and let Heaven wipe him out completely, ending it all!"