Perfect Double Agent

After a while, Shi Hao couldn't help but ask, "Meng Hai won't last long. I'm worried something will happen to Meng Hai."

“There should still be… There was once a Golden Emperor who existed in the past. His era was too long ago, and no one among the Immortal Emperors could rival him. He was as powerful as the Ancestor.” Luo Tianxian was worried, but the current situation did not allow her to think too much. Attacking someone’s base camp was dangerous in itself. If they were afraid, they would not have come.

"Make your move!"

"boom!"

Two auras of Celestial Emperors erupted from the other side of the plateau, like two vast oceans of immense power, relentlessly pouring out their strength and crashing towards the direction where the Silver Emperor had appeared.

That place must be the imperial clan's territory, hiding far too many executioners who show no mercy when they strike.

But what they didn't know was that the area was actually close to a certain place.

The Emperor's immense power was devastating, causing the sky to collapse and the laws of the Great Dao to shatter wherever it passed. Countless people looked up in an instant, dumbfounded, as they stared at the two rumbling torrents of destruction that were coming towards them, their bodies and souls trembling.

"Huang...this little bastard wants to wipe out my clan?!"

Some people were horrified, recognizing the person who made the move, and continued to curse and swear.

But Shi Hao had no idea. He thought this was the Silver Emperor's territory. After all, he didn't care about that now. Anyway, it was a plateau, and no one was innocent.

"boom!"

At the critical moment, a crystal-clear branch rose up, slender as a willow branch, crystal white in color, carrying a dreamlike light, and extended upwards. With a gentle touch, it erected a light curtain, blocking all the destructive forces from the outside world.

"That is……"

Shi Hao and Luo Tianxian were both shocked. It was too casual, making them almost think that the Ancestor had made a move.

Especially Shi Hao, the appearance of that branch left a deep impression on him, just like when he was a child. In that era, every night in the Great Wilderness was full of dangers, so every village would have a spirit to worship. Back then, the guardian of their village was the Willow God, and the only willow branch had helped that village survive countless nights.

However, what was even more terrifying was yet to come. The branches spread silently and instantly, transforming into an unparalleled killing spear that ignored distance and laws, piercing through Luo in a flash. With a slight tremor, the two figures exploded apart.

"What's this!"

Luo Tianxian and Shi Hao were reassembling their bodies in the distance, their expressions changing as they looked at the blood-dripping branch.

This was also very familiar to Shi Hao. He had seen this scene before, where a willow branch pierced through the powerful warriors of a large tribe in the Great Wilderness. Of course, that branch was not the Willow God's.

"You've got some nerve. Do you really think our clan has no one to protect us? Even if all the emperors of your heavens came, what could they do?"

"White Emperor, don't you think so?"

Another emperor appeared, his golden appearance exuding holiness, yet behind that holiness lay endless coldness.

"Baidi..."

Shi Hao and Luo Tianxian's pupils shrank as they stared intently at the branch. If the White Emperor was here, then what was that deity in the heavens?

They considered a possibility, especially Luo, who found it completely unacceptable. Two Immortal Emperors risked their lives and even depleted the essence of the heavens, only to kill someone who wasn't even their true form. What a joke!

"go!"

Shi Hao advised in a low voice that the Golden Emperor was terrifying, even more powerful than the Silver Emperor. Coupled with the unfathomable White Emperor, the plateau had no chance of being shaken. Most importantly, he felt that Brother Ye was hinting at something, as his previous two actions were very similar to those of the past Willow God.

"Is Liu Shen in danger? Or does she have great potential and will become my helper in the future?"

Clearly, he was overthinking it; the branch only wanted to give him a beating, nothing more.

"Run, where can you run to?" The Golden Emperor stood on the plateau, his gaze splitting heaven and earth, sweeping across the vast expanse of time and space, intending to give chase.

As for the branches beside it, they broke off on their own, and a section of it fell and transformed into a man dressed in a fiery red robe.

He was very strange, dressed all in red, with a golden talisman between his eyebrows. He was tall and slender, radiating a scorching aura, which made even the Golden Emperor, who was preparing to chase after Shi Hao and Luo Tianxian, unable to help but withdraw his gaze and take a few more glances.

"Unable to break through, so you want to try other methods?" Emperor Jin glanced sideways. This was a method he had used before. Back then, he had tried various methods, but all of them failed in the end. This boy was the same; no matter how amazing he was, he could not go any further.

"My clone left something in the heavens; I'm going to go there."

"Do you need me to go?" Emperor Jin asked with a smile.

"Brother Jin, weren't you chasing someone?" Bai Ye pointed to the still-open sky. In that slight delay, the two had already disappeared.

"It's nothing, just two cowards." Emperor Jin didn't care and watched the fiery red figure disappear into the distance.

……

Heaven.

The emperors gathered together; some gritted their teeth, some were indifferent, and others had their eyes lowered.

"You were actually killed by Huang?" The Black Emperor couldn't believe it. This time, Huang didn't just kill one, but three. Meng Hai and Luo joined forces and also killed one. This was simply unbelievable.

“Huang was severely injured by us before, and was clearly on the verge of collapse... but later he actually transformed…” Purple Emperor stammered, not daring to look directly at Black Emperor.

"You still have the nerve to say that you teamed up to kill someone and managed to turn that person into someone even more ruthless than you? How did you manage that!"

The emperors: "..."

Fortunately, at this moment, a fiery red figure suddenly appeared on the horizon, stepping on the waves forged by the sea of ​​fire. The Black Emperor kept glancing sideways, and even the other emperors guessed what was going on, their expressions subtly changing.

"Haha, Brother Bai!" The Black Emperor's gloom vanished, replaced by a broad smile. In the words of the Ancestor, this is the trademark of our plateau, an invincible person, one is enough.

Why aren't they worried about Huang growing stronger? It's because the strongest Immortal Emperor is on the plateau! You're strong, but are you stronger than the White Emperor?

As long as they remain in this field, even the strongest emperor will be reduced to a dog when he encounters this man.

"What percentage of the population is still remaining?" Bai Ye asked Hei Di.

"There's still 40% left."

"Then let's sacrifice 20% and end this era as soon as possible."

“That works too.” The Black Emperor nodded. At its peak, the population of the heavens was ten million. In the past, due to the pollen poisoning, half of them were sacrificed. In the recent period of war, another ten percent of the people below perished. According to their prior agreement, only twenty percent should be left.

"Let's get started. After this is over, I'll personally deal with those three escaped rats," Black Emperor sneered.

This was his ritual, his presiding over it. Each time the Immortal Emperor performed the ritual, he would gain benefits and become more powerful. Some of them had gone through this process, and it wasn't just him; the Purple Emperor and others also began to get excited.

The reason they are weak is because some of them were killed by pollen back then, and were completely forgotten. That's why they were brought in to fill the gaps. If they had the strength of the Golden Emperor and the Black Emperor, they would never have been able to let Huang be so arrogant.

Chapter 702 The Withering of a Great World

Several emperors appeared in the sky, lined up in a row, manifesting in the heavens, causing hundreds of millions of living beings to be filled with fear.

Some figures were clear, some were blurry, but every outline was so striking, radiating overwhelming imperial might. With a single step, the world crumbled; with a single gesture, all things withered.

Nothing in the world can cover his body, and no living being can defy his will. The aura he exudes alone is enough to crush the vastness of time and space.

This was terrifying. As nine giant hands reached out, the sky collapsed, the earth cracked, all things and spirits withered, and even the Great Dao of Heaven collapsed.

"The Emperor intends to exterminate all living beings!"

A Dao Ancestor roared, filled with despair, his entire body burning as he rushed towards the sky. He crashed into a giant hand and exploded, like fireworks, shining brilliantly for a fleeting moment.

The emperor is ruthless, displaying his indifference to the fullest extent. He stirs up the heavens and earth, destroys all living beings, and the aftershocks spread, bringing only despair.

"Kill! Even if we die, we will never surrender!"

One after another, Immortal Kings and Dao Ancestors charged toward the heavens, carrying their fury and their will, only to crumble under the mighty hand. This was their way of telling the world through their deaths that they must forever remember this day.

Heavy and sorrowful feelings filled everyone's hearts. Countless people could not forget it. They wanted to shout, but their throats were blocked. They wanted to shed tears, but their will did not allow them to compromise with the darkness. They were even more unwilling to expose their powerlessness to the darkness.

This was a true cataclysm. As the giant hand passed by, magnificent mountains and rivers were turned into eternal frozen soil. Black mist swirled, and eerie winds blew. The environment and the laws of nature were permanently altered.

This is the Celestial Emperor, unstoppable by anyone. There is no power in the world that can limit them, and even the Great Dao must submit to them.

"How could this be..."

The celestial beings, nurtured underground, looked up. Is this darkness? It's so cruel. In their eyes, all living beings are like dust, easily wiped away without leaving a trace.

"How is the Heavenly Emperor now? Has he escaped this calamity?" Some people also looked at the willow tree covered in wounds.

It was severely injured. Its crown was cut off, its trunk was charred black, and a sharp weapon pierced through the middle. Its entire body was almost dead, with only the roots and stems retaining a trace of life. However, it had lost too much of its essence. If it had not become a quasi-immortal emperor, the willow tree would definitely not have survived this calamity.

There was no other way; there were too many powerful figures on the plateau. The willow tree was besieged, and if it hadn't been brought back by the Dao Ancestor of Heaven, it would have been burned down.

"I hope they are alright; the future of Heaven depends on them," a Daoist patriarch lamented.

Fortunately, some seeds escaped the calamity. Like the Heavenly Court's subordinates here, there are many such underground caves, all set up by the Celestial Emperor, making them difficult to discover.

"Grow up quickly, everyone. We have failed in this era, but we will rise again in the next. Sooner or later, we will fight those beasts again." The Supreme Dao Ancestor sat cross-legged at the cave entrance. Although his voice was calm, everyone could hear the overwhelming hatred in it.

"Can't we hide in the lower realm? I heard that the connection between heaven and earth has been severed, so it shouldn't be easy for people on the plateau to go down to the lower realm either," someone asked.

"It's no use. There's nowhere to hide in this world, and besides... the heavens are doomed too..."

"Even the heavens will be destroyed?!"

Everyone was shocked; their families and their past were still there.

"When the heavens fall, no one in the world is spared. This is how the historical breaks in the myriad realms come about. They will erase everything from the past, and the world will be a new beginning. This is the cycle of the myriad realms."

Everyone was shocked again. The heavens are in a cycle of reincarnation, but how many times has this cycle happened throughout history? How many outstanding figures and Dao Ancestors have perished forever? The truth is too terrifying and too bloody, far beyond their imagination.

After a long time, the turmoil in the heavens subsided, and the remaining creatures looked at the blood-red world with unbearable grief. Some emerged from the ancient land, wanting to find the bodies of their loved ones, while others lay on the mutilated corpses and wept bitterly. Still others knelt helplessly in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, howling to the heavens.

However, this was not the end. The sweepers arrived, composed of highland spirits, including not only the older generation but also the younger generation. Each of them searched for creation, scriptures, and comprehended the Great Dao. This was their feast. After each calamity in the past, it was a great evolutionary journey. They studied the Dao of their enemies and constantly improved themselves. This is one of the reasons why the plateau has never declined.

"Why me again? Let it be the next generation. I'm going to go into seclusion somewhere."

On a large mountain, He Wushuang shook his head. He was the one who swept through the area after the war, killing many of the Nine Heavens Heroes who emerged after the great war. Now that his master no longer needs to collect the blood of the spirits for cultivation, he felt that this important task should be handed over to the next generation.

"Blood Phoenix is ​​a good fit, but she is in seclusion in the Dragon Nest."

"Then let the emperor go, and take the young men with him."

Emperor: "..."

Is someone as taciturn as him really cut out for this? He prefers to use his fists; he can smash through anything with his two fists. He's never actually worked as a nanny.

"That's fine too. Many of the little ones admire you, and with you leading them, their safety won't be a concern." Kundi patted the emperor on the shoulder, his face full of affection and satisfaction, making the emperor's face twitch, unable to refuse.

"Oh, right, Bai Zhi is back too. She's in the Tianxian Mountain area. You should take care of her. Some of us will be taking root in the Upper Realm, and you'll be one of us," Kun Di added.

This was a policy set before ascending to the heavens. What they conquered was theirs. Several imperial clans would leave behind some descendants to expand their lineage and also to keep the heavens in check.

……

Tianxian Mountain is a sacred ancient land of the heavens. Legend has it that a certain empress rose to power from there, hence the name Tianxian Mountain. The beings of the heavens are no strangers to it. Throughout history, countless outstanding figures have left their footprints there. Unfortunately, it is now occupied by darkness.

Finding the little princess from another land is not difficult with the token in hand. The emperor is actually quite familiar with the girl who is showered with love and affection. He and Gu Hong are from the same generation and often discuss philosophy and drink together. He held Bai Zhi a lot when she was a child.

From afar, he saw a furtive woman wandering around at the foot of a vast, sacred mountain, like a human spirit. Her lively eyes kept glancing around, as if she were hiding something.

"Little Angelica!"