Perfect Double Agent

This was a true moment of utter desolation. The Immortal Emperor's hand swept across the void, representing a single stroke of divine will that could not be stopped. True Immortals and Immortal Kings perished en masse, and all paths of evolution crumbled. Only a very few of the myriad beings survived, but their memories became blurred, and some people and events from the past disappeared from their minds.

This is a tragedy for humanity, a pain for those who evolve, as if an entire era has been buried, with no one knowing the darkness, no one knowing the Heavenly Emperor, and no one knowing the past.

Even the environment of heaven and earth is changing. The Great Dao is withering, the path of cultivation is blurred, and the once prosperous heavens have suddenly become the end of the Dharma era, making it difficult for the surviving beings to move forward.

……

Sacrificing to the sea in its depths.

The five emperors arrived together, with the Black Emperor at the head. Each of them appeared solemn and dignified, but their eyes were secretly glancing behind them, as if they were looking at a figure in white.

No, how did this person become the progenitor?!

Especially the Black Emperor. The story of the Black and White Emperors was a widely circulated legend on the plateau. However, this legend did not last for many years. The man was the first to ascend to the top and became the progenitor. When the Golden Emperor revealed the news, no one dared to believe it.

But now the other side is supervising their rituals.

"Let's begin."

The calm voice fell, startling all the emperors. Starting with the Black Emperor, they all knelt down and bowed devoutly before the altar.

This process was familiar to them; each of them had participated in it more than once. With each movement, the blood on the altar burned, bones and flesh were incinerated, there was the light of the Great Dao, there were brilliant flames, and in the end, all the light turned into a wisp of green smoke, like incense.

It's not complicated, it's peaceful, it's simple. It's a sacrifice to all living beings, all spirits, the Celestial Emperor, and the entire era. Apart from making the altar even darker, it has nothing special about it.

"Is that all?" Bai Ye was quite surprised as he watched the emperors rise and begin to walk toward him. The sacrificial process was neither tedious nor complicated, since there was no need to pray to heaven or add various rituals.

But just as everyone was preparing to leave, a cold wind suddenly rose from the altar, causing the green smoke to sway and the blood waves to subside.

At the same time, a faint, almost inaudible sigh rang out, seemingly real yet unreal, echoing in this silent place.

"This is……"

Both Bai Ye and the Five Emperors were shocked, their eyes fixed on the altar. A blurry figure had appeared on the altar, which had been empty before!

The other person was unclear, looking up as if gazing into the past, or perhaps reminiscing about something from a high place, or maybe observing all of them. Their face and eyes were unclear.

But at this moment, everyone felt their scalp tingle and their bodies felt like they were about to explode.

A person appeared on the altar. What a sight this was! It was something never heard of or seen before. It was the first time in history that such a thing had ever happened. The Five Emperors trembled and their hearts were filled with turbulent waves.

But after a sigh, the figure disintegrated, all traces vanished, everything returned to nothingness, untraceable, untouchable, like an illusion from the eyes, a fantasy of the mind.

"You...did you see that..." Black Emperor swallowed, still feeling his mouth dry.

All four emperors nodded. They had always thought that their clan's sacrifices were a symbolic ritual, but now it seemed that they were not. There were some things that their ancestor had not explained to them.

"Let's go back first. I will explain this matter to my fellow Daoists." Bai Ye spoke, calming the Five Emperors down once again.

The owner of the bronze coffin isn't dead, he just doesn't want to live anymore!

To return to the past requires only a single thought. The reason for the sigh is not only because of the misdeeds committed by later generations, but also because he had already fallen into obscurity, only to be awakened by someone else.

"What? That figure has reappeared?!"

In the ancestral land, the five ancestors were collectively shocked and trembled. They had never left the land for countless ages, and they all ran faster than the other to the altar.

This scene left all the emperors stunned. What could have excited the progenitor so much? And who was that person?

Not long after, the five progenitors returned, looking utterly disappointed.

"It's time to tell you about the past of my clan," said one of the ancestors, startling all the emperors.

"You already know that there are three bronze coffins in the world, but what you don't know is that the plateau once belonged to one person."

“A person…” The Gray Emperor trembled as he thought of something.

"That's right, it's the person who manifested on the altar. The reason you can keep resurrecting is because there is a residual power of that person in the ancestral land. Who is the great sacrifice for? Only for that person."

"We have reached a dead end, and there is no higher realm to climb. If we want to go further, we can only trace the past of that deceased person and hope to find something from it so that we can be inspired." An ancestor revealed a secret, but his gaze was fixed on the calm Bai Ye. It was less that he was explaining it to the emperors, and more that he was explaining it to this person.

Why did they dare to accept this person, and even dare to let him enter the ancestral land? People are selfish. They didn't know exactly how strong this person was. Weren't they afraid that this person would one day take their place? Of course they were.

But this person also possesses something they aspire to: constantly breaking limits and creating miracles. Will there be another breakthrough in the future? Will this bring them a glimmer of inspiration and hope?

Was that person's appearance because this child was also present, thus revealing a trace?

After a long time, all the emperors had left, and everyone was unsettled. The amount of information they had received today was overwhelming. The grand sacrifice was actually for a deceased person, and there were even higher beings in the world that the ancestors had been searching for.

"The primordial substance was ashes?" Annihilation's face twitched. After all, no one had the habit of eating ashes. "But how could such a powerful person die?"

"Who knows?" Bai Ye shook his head. Talking about suicide would be too discouraging. If someone as powerful as him didn't want to live, what would be the point of us lowly cultivators?

"I regret it. I should have switched to your evolutionary path." Destroyer sighed softly.

Becoming an Immortal Emperor using primordial matter is not difficult, but every step afterward is incredibly difficult. It's not that progress is impossible, but the advancement is so slow that one can't see the future.

Unlike Huang, who changes every day, Huang was severely injured and on the verge of death by the combined attack of the emperors not long ago. It is said that he was lively and energetic again not long after, and his strength was even greater. With the help of his ability to transform freely, he was able to contend with the Black Emperor. Strictly speaking, Huang is only at the level of a high-level Immortal Emperor and has not yet reached the top.

This is the difference between taking medicine and cultivating on your own. The White Emperor is even more outrageous. After becoming an Immortal Emperor, he went to the Heavenly Realm and beat up all the emperors. On the plateau, he even made the emperors unable to raise their heads. Without the Ancestor appearing, he alone could beat up the Heavenly Realm and the plateau.

Now, it's unknown how powerful he has become, and whether he can even fight the five progenitors. Destroyer of the World thinks this is very likely. There are five progenitors on the plateau, and there is a rumor that there is another one, but no one has ever seen it. This is the ultimate power. Even if they were resurrected and fought, the White Emperor might not necessarily lose. Why not take his place?

If only it were that simple. The ancestors on the plateau are not scary; what's truly terrifying is the plateau itself.

Chapter 705 Two Emperors in One Day

The world was shrouded in silence, an era ended, and a black fog enveloped the world, lingering for a long time, like a dream. There were no kings in the world, no immortals in the mortal realm, and almost no trace of life could be seen in the entire heavens.

The Heavenly Will's blade severed the Great Dao, severed all the heavens and worlds, and severed all living beings. A rift appeared in this era, and the living were unaware of the past, and all traces left in the world disappeared.

This is reincarnation, a tragedy for the world. The Immortal Emperor has cleansed up all the past. Perhaps for all the survivors, they have only experienced a prehistoric calamity. As for what kind of calamity it was, no one knows.

A man walked like a ghost through the desolate mountains and rivers, looking around at everything. The three realms of the past had long been destroyed, leaving only the vast and boundless starry sky and countless stars. Stone Village was sealed away by him and survived the great calamity, but his own children were scattered and it was unknown whether they had met with an accident.

"That's ruthless. Has this been the way things have been all along...?"

As Shi Hao traveled through the vast, almost empty worlds, he couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation. The truth of history was buried, the culprits still looked down on everything, and the survivors were oblivious. What a tragedy!

Millions of years from now, who will remember this era, and who will know his name, just like before? The oldest known figure is the Emperor's Demise, but who knows anything beyond that?

"I don't want this ending. I want to change all of this. They shouldn't just disappear like this."

Shi Hao set off again, walking alone in the desolate world, his face resolute. He wanted to recreate this era, to revive the people of the past, and to bring back the scenes of yesteryear. He had not died, so this era would never end.

This is a great determination. With his current strength, it would not be difficult for him to influence the people of a single realm, but if he were to influence an entire era, even he would be powerless. The price would be too high for any Immortal Emperor to bear.

But there is another way to solve part of the problem first, and that is reincarnation. He plans to search for it and explore it. Reincarnation has existed for so long that even the records of the heavens cannot explain it. It is very mysterious. He has observed it in the past and it is indeed possible to be reborn.

Perhaps some ancient secrets are hidden here.

At the same time, he is also searching for people from the past. There were even longer eras before the corpses, and each era had its own unique chosen ones. These people were all concerned for the well-being of all living beings, and he could try to resurrect them.

His first stop was the God Realm. This world still existed, and there were quite a few living beings inside. Unfortunately, like other realms, all cultivation systems had been eradicated. The only thing that surprised him was that the forbidden areas of the God Realm had been preserved.

The energy here is mysterious, possessing a natural shielding effect. If he hadn't been here before, it would be difficult to discover that such a place still exists.

But when he entered, his gaze couldn't help but sharpen.

This place is vast, and the peach orchard still stretches as far as the eye can see. Some people drink wine, some discuss philosophy, and some beautiful fairies carry bamboo baskets, moving through the orchard and picking peaches. This place seems to be a rare paradise on earth, undisturbed and free from noise.

In the distance, there were palaces everywhere, and many cultivators, most of whom were exceptionally talented young people. In addition, there was a young man who looked very much like him.

The other person stood atop a great mountain, gazing at the sealed passage to heaven, a look of melancholy and worry on their face.

"Ye'er..."

Shi Hao was surprised that his own son was still alive, and that many of the heroes of this era had also survived.

He even saw a mutilated corpse sitting cross-legged on the bonfire of the Great Dao. It was enveloped in a ball of Quasi-Immortal Emperor rune fire, which had been burning for countless years. That was the Footprint Emperor. After he wiped out the Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperor, the Emperor Fire in his body retreated from the other side of the Boundary Sea with his bones, most likely in an attempt to resurrect. Unexpectedly, it ended up here.

Was it that the Dark Emperors truly failed to discover this place, or was it because this place had once been left behind by that person, so the Dark Emperors gave their colleagues face and did not touch it? Shi Hao did not know either.

Will the Heavenly Emperor really return? Perhaps we have already been forgotten by the world.

Just as Shi Hao was about to go over, a woman carrying a bamboo basket arrived at the top of the mountain, took out peaches, and handed them to Shi Ye.

"No, he will come back. The Heavenly Emperor never abandons his people." Shi Ye smiled.

"How can you be so sure?" The woman pursed her lips, looking at this god-like man. His brows were resolute, his eyes were filled with concern for all living beings, and his body was steady and broad. He was the backbone of everyone and the god of war in their hearts.

She didn't know what the Heavenly Emperor was like when he was young, but she could tell a thing or two from his son: a born leader, a born great man, and unparalleled talent.

“My father…” Shi Ye’s eyes showed reminiscence, “He never faced insurmountable difficulties, nor could any danger stop him from moving forward.”

But when he's heartbroken, he always goes to be alone first. In the past, he would descend to the mortal realm to visit my mother and grandparents. If he were to return now, he would definitely be in the village. After this period passes, I will take you all out.”

"Is that so? Are you sure this isn't the Heavenly Emperor's dark history?" The woman covered her mouth and chuckled. It sounded like the Heavenly Emperor liked to heal his wounds in a place of tenderness, even though he was such a powerful person.

“Even the strongest person has a soft spot in their heart. Humans aren’t plants or trees; how can they be without feelings?” Shi Ye shook his head. His father had a strong side, but also a soft side; these were not contradictory.

Just as his mother always said with a smile, if he could, perhaps his father would rather go back to his childhood and be a carefree baby.

There is always a kind of mother in the world who can make even the most authoritative father lose his temper in front of his child. Shi Hao was speechless. What exactly did Yun Xi say?

He doesn't even know whether he should show up in front of his son.

This also made him realize a truth: there are two types of women in this world that you must be careful of. One type is a woman who likes to tell her grandson about her son's embarrassing moments when he was young, and the other type is a woman who likes to tell her son about her husband's past and will show a happy smile.

Unfortunately, he had both of these traits: raiding bird nests, drinking animal milk and biting ears, and wrestling with fat men. Now that he thought about it, even as an immortal emperor, he couldn't help but want to bang his head against a wall.

His own child knows all these things, and has even heard some of them countless times without getting tired of them. It's safe to say that whether he still has the heroic image of a father is still uncertain.

The only thing that comforted him was that Shi Ye had become king, with a very solid foundation, and his popularity with women was no less than his own.

After thinking it over, he decided to leave and come back to fetch these people after he finished his business in the lower realm.

……

Heaven.

In an ancient land.

"I, with red hair and white bones, with time as my beast, today, I am about to be certified as an Immortal Emperor, witnessed by all races and observed by all spirits, I am the eighth Emperor in the history of the Great Realm!"

It was a ferocious red-haired beast with rows of bone spikes on its back, standing on a mountain and roaring to the sky, declaring itself the most powerful, and unleashing countless kings.

"Is this old guy finally going to succeed?" someone sighed. They all stayed in the Heavenly Realm to cultivate here. In recent years, the Heavenly Realm has become much calmer. Both sides are recuperating and resting. Many people are taking advantage of this time to digest what they have gained. Many people have made amazing gains, not just Chi.

"Speaking of which, is he really eighth?" The Sword King started calculating seriously. "The original White Emperor, Wu Shang, Pu Mo, Gu, An Lan, Purple Emperor, Empress... Good heavens, he really is eighth!"

"No, Uncle Chi is ranked further back. Another Empress has also broken through, not long after the White Emperor emerged from seclusion." He Wushuang also arrived and revealed a piece of news that almost made the kings burst out laughing.

“Eighth place? I think he’s gone mad from being in seclusion. Does he think everyone is waiting for him?” Kundi also arrived. “Chitai underestimates everyone in the world. I heard that the old bastard Zangzhu has broken through. If Butcher hadn’t been sacrificed by me last time, he might have been able to step into the Imperial Gate.”

This was an era of great decline, but it was precisely because of the frequent fall of Immortal Emperors and Dao Ancestors that many Immortal Kings of the heavens received great fortune.