Perfect Double Agent

The Immortal Emperor roared, "This is an altar! No matter who goes up there, they will suffer a bloodbath, and their cultivation and imperial destiny will be completely sacrificed. Even those on their side will be no exception!"

"Fall!"

Shi Hao roared and slammed the Immortal Emperor into the altar. In that instant, his entire body began to disintegrate, including his soul, physical body, Dao, and traces of the past. The Dark Immortal Emperor fared even worse, his body exploding and his imperial blood splattering onto the altar, a sight so grotesque and terrifying.

"shortage!"

The Black Emperor's face was extremely gloomy. That was merely an avatar of the other party, yet it had replaced one of their companions.

"It's my fault." The old man, Destroyer, lowered his eyes; Huang had probably come with him.

"We didn't even notice." The Black Emperor shook his head. They had been careless; the audacity of them had led them to trespass on their forbidden area.

The imperial capitals had all departed, leaving only the Black Emperor sitting cross-legged on the crimson sea. Huang wanted to play hide-and-seek, but they needed to cooperate first. There were too many things Huang cared about in this world, such as the myriad realms.

Huge waves crashed against the sky, and blood engulfed all the heavens and myriad realms. This was a new change. The heavens were bleeding, a tragic and striking sight, leaving people completely unaware of what had happened.

Even more terrifying, in that otherworldly realm, one after another, silhouettes appeared, and with a single press of a giant hand, all paths crumbled, and all realms were about to perish.

But at the crucial moment, a sword light flew out from that otherworldly realm, cleaving through eternity with a single strike, severing the heavens and separating countless ages.

That is the power of time, and the changing of space. A sword cuts through the eternal sky, severs the river of time, and makes all the heavens and worlds go far away, and makes the great hands of the emperors go far away.

Someone tried to reach out, but their hand was severed, and they screamed in alarm. The power of that sword strike from the Celestial Emperor was too intense; it could cut through anything and sever nothing.

"shortage!"

Someone roared, "Although they had driven Huang to the brink of despair several times in the past, Huang has grown too fast. He can make rapid progress even in the Immortal Emperor Realm. With the support of Luo and Meng Hai, he has been able to escape from their clutches time and time again."

"You can't protect anyone, don't you understand? This era is destined to perish!" The Gray Emperor roared and charged directly at the Desolate Wasteland.

"I'll be waiting for you in the heavens!" Shi Hao remained unmoved. The great battle would continue, and he would continue to grow stronger, but this was all he could do for the lower realm.

If these people insist on destroying the heavens, he will attack all the dark races of the heavens, wipe out the darkness of the heavens with a single sword, and then go to knock on the gates of the plateau.

What truly worried him was whether Ye Ge would make a move in this era, how much he had grown, and why the Dark Emperors were so wary of him.

……

The plateau is the ancestral home of the Baidi people.

A figure, wreathed in flames, sat cross-legged under a large tree, seemingly lost in thought. But moments later, he burst into flames, his body surging and his flesh being destroyed. The terrifying spacetime fire, once ignited, nearly reduced him to ashes.

Sacrificing to the Way is burning the Way in despair after the road has ended. With the mindset of perishing together with the enemy, one burns away one's own Great Way and origin. This is the correct path.

But what he burned was his avatar. Although he spent nearly 500,000 years deducing the fire path, his main body was still spacetime.

"boom!"

The plateau trembled, and flames shot into the sky, burning everything and causing the Golden Emperor to appear instantly. Even deep within, the outline of the Primordial Ancestor manifested.

"Still trying? This guy never gives up!" Jin Di thought to himself. Over the years, the other party had tried again and again, and he had gotten used to it.

"His perseverance is something you should all learn from." Ancestor smiled. After all, Bai Ye's growth experience was different from that of these Immortal Emperors. In comparison, the people on the plateau seemed fearless because of their resurrection and had no worries about the crisis. This was not a good thing.

The Golden Emperor didn't care. What was the point of trying? If he could break through, he would have done so long ago. He wouldn't need to keep collecting primordial matter. He planned to try it when it was his turn to preside over the ceremony.

However, just as this thought crossed his mind, the flames there became even more dazzling. Amidst the extreme burning, a wisp of life emanated, insignificant and even difficult to detect, yet it truly existed. The Golden Emperor did not notice this; only the Ancestor perceived that fleeting glimmer of life.

Bai Ye also sensed it. He wanted to grasp it, to analyze it, and to make the life force grow stronger, but before he could touch it, he was already burned to ashes.

"It's possible, but unfortunately, it's too slim." One of the ancestors shook his head. Just because life can be born doesn't mean it can be touched.

This child's thoughts were full of hope, but reality was full of despair.

"As expected, it failed again." Emperor Jin quietly breathed a sigh of relief. As the firelight disappeared, a tree of the Great Dao of Time and Space swayed, making the area hazy again.

The plateau is arid; aside from spiritual practice, it's almost always spiritual practice. Day and night alternate, spring and autumn pass by, and the changes and transitions of time have no meaning for this place.

Today some say Huang is leading a group of unparalleled heroes in a great battle against the Gray Emperor and others; tomorrow some say Huang is knocking on a gate, wanting to pierce through the plateau with a single sword strike.

Under a large tree, time passed quickly. Throughout the long years, only three women kept him company, and all the news came from them.

"It should be soon."

On this day, Yuechan arrived and looked at the center of the tree canopy, where nine branches supported a large cocoon shaped like a human figure, exuding a mysterious aura. It was as if the person from the past was lying on their side, smiling at her, becoming more and more lifelike.

She didn't know how long this process would last, nor did she know what kind of practice her husband was doing. As usual, she talked about things in the outside world, about her parents, and expressed her feelings.

As she spoke, she suddenly realized that everything around her was becoming hazy, and a mysterious mist was spreading. Wherever it passed, the Great Dao disappeared and the origin retreated. A mysterious and indescribable realm seemed to be opening up to her, making the world she saw in an instant different.

Where does the Great Dao come from? In the beginning, there was no Great Dao in the world. From nothing to something, and then from something back to nothing, this is a return, a transcendence. In her soul, a kind of "nothingness" is being performed.

Without Tao or origin, without dust or filth, strange and mysterious.

"Crack..."

Suddenly, a sound came from the tree, startling Yuechan awake. The sound came from the large cocoon. Looking in the direction of the sound, she found that the head of the cocoon had cracked open. From the outside, she could see that someone seemed to be sleeping peacefully and quietly, waiting for the day they would emerge from the cocoon and become a butterfly.

“Sacrificing to the Tao, what we are sacrificing to is the Tao itself, but isn’t it also a way of getting rid of the past…” A soft sigh came from the cocoon, which made Yuechan happy.

"You...successfully?"

"What's so difficult about that? The real challenge is finding your own path." Bai Ye laughed, causing the cocoon to crack more and more.

At the same time, a vast wave spread out from this world, shaking the plateau and the ancestral land. In the deepest part of the plateau, three blurry figures instantly appeared. Then, two more appeared, making a total of five. The Golden Emperor, who was guarding outside the ancestral land, was shocked and his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

"Ancestor level... How is this possible!"

The Golden Emperor muttered to himself, his eyes, as he gazed at the White Emperor's territory, unable to conceal the horror within.

"How did he do that!" Even the progenitors exclaimed. It was truly unbelievable. They acknowledged that this child was a genius, but the total time he had spent cultivating was less than three million years.

Now, right before their eyes, he stepped down from a large tree, his entire body exuding a mysterious and unpredictable aura, as if the Great Dao arises with a single thought and all paths cease with another. His power was different from theirs, possessing a unique and extraordinary strength.

Chapter 704 The Person on the Altar

The progenitor level—what a concept that is! Looking across the past and present, and gazing into the future, there are only a handful of people at this level, and now there's one more.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a heavy greatsword fell from the depths of the ancestral land, cleaving everything in its path and shattering all tangible things. It passed over the Golden Emperor's head, making the Golden Emperor tremble.

It was clearly visible that it was just a large hand covered in animal fur, which actively used forbidden power to descend upon the White Emperor's territory, not to annihilate the clan, but to strike at the White Emperor!

"boom!"

The greatsword was sent flying back by a punch. The fist was domineering and invincible, with mysterious and unpredictable power swirling around it. It didn't leave the slightest mark. On the contrary, the greatsword trembled incessantly, making the Golden Emperor break out in a cold sweat. This was indeed a Primordial level, there was no doubt about it. The Primordial's initial test proved this point.

"Good! Good! Good!"

One of the ancestors laughed loudly, his voice deafening, and said "good" three times in a row, which shows his mood.

"Please come to our ancestral land for a chat, fellow Daoist."

As the ancestor spoke, a road paved with ominous substances extended from the ancestral land and instantly landed in front of the Time-Space Tree, making the Golden Emperor extremely envious.

How did he break through? It was impossible. Without enough primordial matter, it's impossible to become an ancestor. But this isn't absolute. There was an exception in the past, but that woman died, lying in a pool of blood.

The most shocked were the creatures in the White Emperor's territory. The previous attack by the ancestor had blasted many people out. They never imagined that the White Emperor's breakthrough would be so rapid.

Everyone was watching the figure being led into the ancestral land by the Great Dao, their breathing quickening. An ancestor-level being meant that their clan's glory would reach another peak.

The ancestral land was shrouded in mist and filled with dark matter. Five outlines stood in a row, each with a different posture.

Some were covered in animal fur, some were covered in thick black fur, even on their faces, and some looked like fierce ghosts, flowing with foul blood, making them indescribable.

This was also the first time Bai Ye had seen the form of the progenitor, and the first time he had been so close to it.

"After so many years, our clan has finally produced a new priest-level being," one of the ancestors said with a smile.

"A sacrificial ceremony?" Bai Ye feigned confusion.

These people didn't say that last time. When he went to ask them for advice, they never talked about the Dao of Sacrifice, only saying that if he understood it, he understood it.

“It is indeed a sacrificial ceremony.” Another ancestor spoke up. “To enter this level, one needs to prepare for many years in advance and cannot tolerate external interference. When the opportunity arrives, one must go all out to have even a sliver of hope.”

Many people, even with ample experience, will never reach that level in their entire lives without that insight and opportunity. And you, you didn't make that sacrifice!

This is what truly shocked the ancestors: to reach this level without sacrifice is similar in principle, and their power is no weaker than theirs.

"I don't really understand what sacrificial rites are, and no one has ever told me about them."

Bai Ye shook his head. "I just feel like there's no way forward. It's like there's an insurmountable barrier blocking my way. To get through it, I need to break free from the past in order to reach a new world."

"So you used that method to transform yourself into a tree, regenerate a new embryo, and reach a new other shore with the new embryo?" The five ancestors were all dumbfounded.

This is an anomaly, taking a different path and emerging into a completely new realm. It's not the path of sacrifice, and they can't really define it, but it possesses power on the same level as theirs.

In fact, does Bai Ye really not understand the Dao of Sacrifice? He does, he understands it better than the great ancestors. The Dao of Sacrifice is the sublimation in desperate situations. This method requires going forward without hesitation, burning the Great Dao and the origin in desperate situations until the oil is exhausted and the lamp is extinguished, and then being reborn in the burning.

This path is too arduous; one goes there with the mindset of certain death, so you can imagine what it's like.

Although Bai Ye did not perform the ritual, he still possessed boundless power. The great laws of the world, all kinds of rules, and infinite order all lost their meaning to him. The law could not bind his body, and the Dao could not disobey his will. Wherever his gaze passed, he could see through the essence of everything.

This power is almost omnipotent; the Great Dao is ever-changing, order rises and falls, and cause and effect, fate, all lose their meaning to it.

However, he did not lose everything. His primordial spirit and physical body have a brand new pattern, which is the ultimate condensation after he was conceived in the cocoon. After all, he himself is the essence of the Great Tree of Time and Space.

The ancestral land was shrouded in darkness, and the discussions lasted for over a thousand years. During this time, there were not only debates on the Dao, but also great battles. The fluctuations of the ancestral level swept across the plateau time and again, causing countless creatures to prostrate themselves in fear and tremble with dread.

But a thousand years later, a decree was issued from the ancestral land, and the White Emperor became the progenitor, requiring emperors to bow their heads and all races to respect him.

The news caused billions of living beings to freeze in shock, and then the entire plateau was in an uproar. Their clan had gained a new ancestor, and the White Emperor, who was shrouded in mythology!

It should be noted that since his return, that man has been a role model for many people. He broke the limitation that one could become an emperor without primordial matter, and now he has broken a new shackle, becoming the progenitor.

This is simply too shocking. No one in history has ever witnessed the birth of a progenitor, but now someone has broken this limitation. The miracle is happening right before everyone's eyes. This real example is more exciting than any words of encouragement.

After all, if one person succeeds, others may also succeed.

"Believe in primordial matter, but it's better to believe in the White Ancestor..." the Golden Emperor sighed inwardly.

Similarly, he was undoubtedly the most excited. He didn't know if he could become an ancestor by relying on primordial matter. No one had ever seen it before, and the ancestors had never admitted it themselves.

But things are different now. First there was pollen, now there's Bai Zu. If others can do it, there's no reason why I can't.

"The grand ceremony will proceed as scheduled, and will be held on another day."

Not long after, such words were heard again from deep within the plateau, prompting all the emperors who remained on the plateau to leave.

The number of this imperial group is terrifying; including the World Destroyer, there are a total of eleven, enough to sweep away everything.

The eleven emperors first descended upon the heavens, annihilating all living beings there, reducing the heavens by another ten percent. Luo, Menghai, and Shihao came to stop them, but all three nearly perished.

Immediately afterwards, countless giant hands descended upon the lower realm, coldly and mercilessly sweeping across the heavens and earth, turning all worlds into ruins, causing all living beings and things to perish, burning the long sky of history and the magnificent scrolls to ashes, even the Great Dao itself was collapsing.