Perfect Double Agent

To be reborn alongside the heavens is tantamount to burying oneself and the heavens at the same time. If one is reborn in the next era, this person may also be reborn along with them.

If the opponent doesn't die, he will most likely become an emperor!

To perish with the great era and be born with the new era—what a spirit that is! Even Bai Zhi, who was used to seeing quasi-immortal emperors, couldn't help but be deeply moved.

If the King of Reincarnation had been born two eras earlier and accumulated enough experience, he might have had the opportunity to comprehend the true meaning of reincarnation after being buried with the Immortal Ancient and become an emperor in one fell swoop.

"Humans can reincarnate, worlds can reincarnate, and heavens and eras can also reincarnate. That's a good idea. There are great dangers and great opportunities in calamities. You can see another side of things in danger, so your vision is not bad."

Suddenly, a wave of divine thought emanated from ahead, startling the two of them.

After this place was wiped out by a Celestial Emperor, there are still people here?

The sound came from the ruins of an island-like place. As they approached, the two saw a man with a weathered face amidst a pile of rubble.

He was enveloped in a shower of light, wearing an ancient robe from an unknown era. Though worn, it was spotless white. His face was handsome yet exuded a bold and unrestrained air, extremely masculine. He sat there cross-legged, quietly watching the two of them.

"Little Black, aren't you going to say hello? It's been so many years since I've seen a living person."

That's you, don't compare me to you...

And if you dare to give me another random name, I'll kill you!

The moment the chilling sound rang out, the entire dark land seemed to freeze instantly. It was so cold that the two of them shivered involuntarily and couldn't help but want to worship it.

At the same time, opposite the man in white, a cold-looking man in black robes appeared. The two had identical faces, like twins, except that the latter was too indifferent, his face full of "keep away" and disdain.

Which immortal emperor would bother with an ant? There's only this fool in the whole world.

"Hahaha, you don't need to mind. Xiao Hei was first bound and then killed in recent years, and his heart is full of resentment. He is not a bad person by nature." The man in white laughed, which shook the continent.

"Could you be... the creator of my clan?! The legendary ancestor?" Bai Zhi's eyes lit up, her gaze sweeping across the hazy rain of light and landing on the man in black robes. She was not afraid, but rather very excited.

She made many connections. Many people witnessed that battle back then. The Desolate Emperor was incredibly powerful. He had just become an emperor when he killed a Dark Emperor on the other side of the Boundary Sea. The emperor who was killed was clearly this person, who was also the true source of the alien realm and the prince of the common people on the plateau.

Is it really okay for you to randomly claim relatives like this? The King of Reincarnation glanced at him sideways.

"Descendants of that world..." The corpse remained indifferent, glancing at Bai Zhi before closing its eyes again. It spent most of its time asleep, occasionally waking up to hear the creatures on the continent talking about that world. It had no memory of it, but rather it was something it couldn't be bothered to pay attention to in the past.

“That’s right. We have this kind of relationship. You and your clansmen are essentially our descendants.” The man in white was very happy. He hadn’t spoken for many years, and he never expected that he would still have connections with outsiders when he met them.

"Those are my descendants, not yours. The heavens are about to fall; may you find your own good fortune." The corpse opened its eyes, its gaze gleaming coldly.

"What's yours is mine. You are me, and I am you. We are one. How can there be a distinction between you and me? The heavens will be destroyed, and we will be reborn. As the former king of all the heavens and myriad worlds, do you not intend to atone for the sins you committed in the past?"

"What do I care about the lives and deaths of the heavens? This isn't the first time."

"Then let's destroy the source, and while we're at it, seek revenge on those scoundrels who launched the sneak attack! In this life, I will never return until I tread upon the Emperor's bones!"

The two creatures, one white and one black, stared at each other, neither willing to back down, making the atmosphere extremely tense, as if the air itself were about to freeze.

"Go ahead." The corpse finally gave in. With the body split in two, it was crucial to decide who would take control, but he couldn't suppress the other.

"Don't you understand? I am you, and my hatred is your hatred. Or do you want to find those quasi-immortal emperors, become the ancestor of your clan, live out your days in peace, and not care about the conflicts of the outside world?"

"Why not? I won't die, you'll live on forever, and you can take your revenge however you want." The corpse stared coldly, clearly harboring resentment.

He was trapped in his original body for countless years, wasting too much time. He was killed as soon as he was released. Anyone would be furious in his situation. Did this dignified Immortal Emperor have no shame?

If we really investigate, the main body going to seek revenge is equivalent to standing on the same side as that desolate one. He doesn't care about darkness or light, but he is rejecting the desolate one now.

Since his resurrection, he has studied for many days, trying to find a way to break the curse, but no matter how he deduced it, he was no match for it.

Rather than that, he might as well lead a group of descendants to live a secluded life in the world. Isn't it unpleasant to hear someone calling him "ancestor" all the time? Why suffer that kind of resentment?

Not to mention, that Little White Emperor was even more outstanding than Huang back then. With a little training, he might become a descendant of an Immortal Emperor, and perhaps even avenge him. Wouldn't that be great?

"You've fallen. Where has your former domineering spirit and will gone?" Emperor Bone Bro was speechless. His secondary body had clearly been traumatized by Desolation and had willingly fallen into depravity, as if to say, "I can't beat you anyway, so let you do whatever you want."

"Let's go, take me to your clan." The corpse slowly got up and grabbed Bai Zhi.

"My home is in the Upper Realm... I can't go back!" Bai Zhi wasn't flustered; instead, she felt a kind of excitement.

"The Upper Realm?" The corpse frowned. That place was now completely cut off from the heavens and earth, and only an Immortal Emperor could ascend to it. Even a Quasi-Immortal Emperor couldn't go up there. He originally thought that the group of little devils were hiding in the outpost, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

“We can go up from the realm of gods, where there is a passage that leads directly to the heavens.”

"Little White..." The King of Reincarnation wanted to say something, but the corpse's cold gaze swept over him, leaving him speechless.

"Goodbye, senior. I hope that when we meet again, you will have attained the Emperor's Path." Bai Zhi waved her little hand.

"Don't worry, Xiao Hei doesn't kill everyone he sees." Di Gu shook his head with a smile.

"No, I just feel that the way you were resurrected is somewhat similar to mine."

"Do you know who reflected it?" Di Gu was slightly surprised. He had been wondering who resurrected him. You see, reflecting an ordinary person is nothing special, but reflecting a Celestial Emperor is something even he doesn't have the power to do. It would take at least a high-level Celestial Emperor to pay a great price to bring a Celestial Emperor back to the world.

He always believed that it was the Celestial Emperor from the heavens who had intervened.

"Perhaps the White Emperor from another land."

"The White Emperor... a descendant of Xiao Hei?" Emperor Bone was shocked again, his eyelids twitching as he looked at Xiao Hei, who had long since disappeared.

He knew Xiao Hei's personality well: cold, ruthless, tough, and domineering. He was originally aiming to become the progenitor, and since there were a group of quasi-immortal emperors, he could suppress them with one hand.

However, if Xiao Hei gets beaten up after going there, he thinks Xiao Hei will never regain his confidence in his lifetime.

After his initial worry, he couldn't help but marvel at the cruel twists of fate. Even after his fall from grace, two emperors could still emerge: one in the immortal path and one in the dark path, just like the two continuations of his own and Xiao Hei's lives. How miraculous this was!

"As expected of the land that gave me birth and nurtured me, the feng shui here is truly excellent."

Chapter 701 The Silent Heaven

"Is the heavens doomed?"

In a dark place, the two appeared silently, staring in disbelief at the world around them.

The world was overthrown, and endless mountains and rivers were shrouded in darkness. The earth was riddled with holes, the sky was covered in blood, the universe was exploding, stars were falling, and immortals rained down like raindrops, leaving the earth littered with corpses. Blood rivers crisscrossed, accompanied by the drifting of blood and gore. The whole world seemed to be a living hell.

Even the corpses couldn't help but frown deeply, not because of the tragedy, but because Heaven had been defeated too quickly, almost one-sidedly, and in that world, there was a huge black-robed figure standing tall.

The other party, wearing an imperial crown and with his hands behind his back, stood atop the surging ominous mist, overlooking the vast battlefield with a cold and majestic air. The roar of the Immortal King, the long howl of the Dao Ancestor, and the cries of all living beings seemed to become melodies in his ears. The collapse of the world, the withering of all things, and the struggling creatures, based on the heavens, gradually sketched a picture of the great world's decline in his eyes.

Listening to the mournful sounds of an era, witnessing the bloodshed and carnage on earth—what kind of mentality is this?

Only the ruler can appreciate such a scene, which occurs only once in an era, making it extremely precious. Each viewing is a delight to behold. Furthermore, the Black Emperor's collection contains numerous versions of various styles, like ancient histories recording the past of the heavens and the myriad realms.

The heavens are indeed doomed, but because the heavens are so vast, even without the intervention of the Celestial Emperor, it will still take time for the people below to completely eliminate most of the heavens' population.

"Are we the executioners of this era...?" Bai Zhi didn't know what to say. She grew up with her parents and was loved and cared for by many people. Since the White Emperor stood at the top of the alien world, everyone has been silently changed over the years.

"Where are your people? That one?"

The corpse remained indifferent, unmoved by the fate of the heavens. Just as he said, "What do I care about the life and death of the people?" He was not a chatterbox, and he did not care about the world. He only wanted to see his followers.

This is a sense of comparison. If the heavens are a continuation of the main body, then the darkness of the heavens is a continuation of him. He is inferior to the main body, and even inferior to the main body's descendant Huang. Being doubly suppressed, one can imagine the sense of disparity in his heart.

"Hmm...that's Anzu."

Bai Zhi nodded, looking at the spear-wielding creature reflected in the sky. The opponent was very brave, with a huge and heavy spear that exuded unimaginable sharpness in its sacredness. Under its control, the universe was cracked in an instant, and its unparalleled sharpness almost tore its opponent apart.

In fact, she saw quite a lot more, such as Pu Mo, the Three Dark Emperors, Zi Long, and her two ancestors, each of whom was fighting against enemies. As for the King-level battlefield, there were even more.

This is a group of beings with very visible potential. From the Dao Ancestor to the True Immortal, everyone is unleashing their potential. The Law Trees are of different colors, the supernatural powers are dazzling, and the ancestral techniques are blooming in all their glory. There are no fixed laws, and no techniques that are unsuitable.

The method used by each person is almost perfectly suited to themselves. This is a way that opens people's eyes. Even corpses are moved after observing it.

On average, one person can fight three to five Celestials, or even more. Keep in mind that the Celestials are fighting desperately, filled with grief and despair. This process amplifies their combat power. Even so, those people are excessively strong among their peers, and can almost dominate the battlefield.

Powerful magic, an indestructible physique, and terrifying primordial spirit power—this was a full-blown display. It was unclear how those people had developed their sea of ​​consciousness; once their primordial spirit emerged, they reigned supreme on the battlefield, possessing both invincible might and the commanding presence of a monarch.

Some individuals possessed astonishing potential, even drawing extra glances at the corpses before silently memorizing them, intending to nurture them carefully once the leader was subdued.

Bai Zhi was unaware of the thoughts of the people around her. She also joined the battle, using this great war to cleanse herself.

Even the most expansive territory will eventually turn to scorched earth.

……

The great war lasted for five hundred years. Heaven was defeated. The collapse began with the King-level battlefield, followed by the Immortal-level battlefield, and finally the Dao Ancestor-level battlefield. The entire territory was defeated, vast territories were lost, and the land was forever shrouded in darkness. Countless lives perished and fell to the earth forever.

This was a great annihilation. Wherever darkness passed, nothing was left. All living beings were killed, reducing the number of living beings in the world by ten percent in a short period of time.

The crimson hue lingered, the poignant blood flowing across the heavens, making the already blood-red surrounding sea even redder.

What are sacrificial offerings? This has been passed down through the ages, and even the people on the plateau don't quite understand it; they simply follow the process.

But today, many people have seen that the cultivator's corpse and bones, blood and flesh, the Great Dao, the remaining great power, and the personal glory of the past—both tangible and intangible—have been taken away and disappeared into the wide sleeves of the heavens.

"Continue, slaughter until only 20% of the heavens remain, then go down to the mortal realm and wreak havoc once more!"

A vast, resounding sound descended from the heavens, keeping the dark army from ever ceasing its advance.

But the heavens are too vast; even the Dao Ancestor could not reach the end. One can only imagine what it was like for those below, not to mention the terrifying forbidden zones within, which slowed down the pace of progress.

"Hasn't that been resolved yet..." The Black Emperor frowned. Although the crimson below was beautiful, his heart had long since turned cold. He only wanted to wait for everyone to arrive so that they could attack together and annihilate the remaining few living beings in the heavens. In that way, this era would end.

Meanwhile, on the other side, three figures had already reached the plateau.

"Is this the plateau...?"

Shi Hao was deeply shocked. This was an eternal frozen land, gloomy and dark like a cemetery composed of countless large graves, so cold and eerie.

“Be careful. Most of those ancestors are asleep. That’s how it was in the past. They would hardly interfere in the world unless a being of the same level was born,” Meng Hai said.

Previously, no one knew about the existence of the progenitor. They always believed that the Ten Emperors were the ultimate power of the plateau, so the heavens fought against them for many years.

It wasn't until pollen arrived on the plateau, startling the three progenitors and causing the pollen to perish, that everyone realized that a terrifyingly powerful being was slumbering on the plateau. This might be the true reason why the plateau has never been defeated.

"I'll lure them, you two kill them. Remember, what we need to do is make them run back and forth, not kill them. Don't be greedy, and stop when you know when to stop."

Faced with Meng Hai's serious warning, both of them nodded. This was no joke. Sabotage was easy, but if they really attracted the progenitor, none of them could escape.

Meng Hai went, and not long after, the central part of the plateau began to tremble. A giant hand pressed down, and countless dark creatures perished in an instant, leaving not a single bone behind. Wherever the emperor's hand passed, ashes filled the sky.

"How dare you!"

The plateau trembled, and a silver figure revived, its body towering into the sky and standing deep within the plateau. In an instant, it locked onto Menghai, its killing intent soaring to the heavens. How dare they grind bones to dust!

"You're courting death! How dare you trespass into my clan? I'll send you to eternal damnation!" The Silver Emperor's face was cold as he charged directly at Meng Hai. In his heart, however, he couldn't help but want to curse. So many people went to destroy the heavens, yet they still managed to get their home base attacked. Was the Black Emperor slacking off?

"High-level Immortal Emperor..."

Shi Hao and Luo Zhe lay in the shadows, their expressions serious. Just how strong had Gao Yuan become in this era? There were just too many experts.

"Shall we go now?"