Perfect Double Agent

Whale fall brings life to all things, let alone so many powerful beings.

"Not only that, the Blood Phoenix also broke through. Not long ago, it was reborn in the Dragon Nest and became an Emperor in one fell swoop," Qu Chong said.

No one dared to covet the Blood Phoenix. If it were an ordinary phoenix, it would be one thing, but that woman had been following the White Emperor for a long time, and the White Emperor had nurtured her extensively. He even brought the Blood Phoenix along when discussing the Dao with the Dao Ancestor. In addition, the Blood Phoenix combined the transformation of the Seed Dao with its own Nirvana, forming a special evolutionary path. It was not surprising that it could become a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

"This……"

The kings gasped for breath, then burst into laughter. Was Chi's talent lacking? Absolutely no less than Wu Shang's or Pu Mo's. Chi's real shortcoming was that he was born too late.

While others were fighting wars, he was sunbathing. While others were attacking the Three Realms, he was sunbathing. When the White Emperor rose to power, he was still sunbathing. Back then, Chi Ming and Chi Lu were anxiously waiting for their ancestor to finish his work. It wasn't until the Time-Space Realm brought about a great leap forward for all races that Chi finally couldn't sit still and was born in a hurry. In the end, he was bitten by a dog.

What an unlucky guy!

But Chi has finally become an emperor today. It was a natural progression, a success without any surprises. His surging quasi-immortal emperor aura swept across the six directions and submerged the eight wastelands. Wherever his gaze fell, there was no one else but him.

However, not long after, a beam of light shot out from another realm. The phantom of the World Tree was vast and boundless, and dragon energy pierced through the thirty-three heavens, splitting the sky and earth with tremendous power, shocking the world.

"Holy shit..."

The kings were all in an uproar; some even cursed, staring dumbfounded at the sky.

"Could it be that young man, the Emperor?!"

"Or is it because our clan's Heavenly Emperor achieved the ancestor, which affected the clan's fate... Could this be another great leap forward for everyone?" Kundi was dumbfounded.

"The Emperor!"

The Crimson King raised his head instantly, his gaze solemn. It was such a close call! He hadn't expected this junior to be so powerful, breaking through on the same day as him. If he had been a little later, he would have been pushed down.

"Guards, invite our clan's Immortal Emperor to prepare a banquet and drink all of his fine wine!" Kun Di waved his hand and shouted loudly.

Two emperors in one day—what a breathtaking sight! Auspicious energy lingered for a long time, and the fluctuations of the Great Dao swept across the world. The extraordinary phenomenon resembled two suns vying for supremacy. This was enough to be recorded in history and become one of the most important glories of their clan.

Moreover, Shuang'er is almost here too. Although he felt a pang of jealousy, he was mostly happy.

As for the Immortal Emperor, there was only one in their clan, who was killed by the wilderness. Even the main body of the Immortal Emperor was opposing the plateau. This was originally very troublesome, but after the White Emperor became the ancestor, no one cared anymore. In the words of the ancestor on the plateau, "We have already raised the emperors of the heavens, why would we care about one more?"

As expected of the progenitor, he exudes domineering presence.

In fact, this is related to the birth history of their clan. The remains played an indispensable role in the history of their clan. The White Ancestor was willing to leave them behind, and the other ancestors could understand.

"Cang, you've emerged from seclusion. The one above wants everyone to come, saying he wants to personally refine pills." Hong Emperor and Yu Emperor arrived in front of Cang Emperor's cave.

There's no way around it; that guy is a veritable local tyrant. When he's in a good mood, a little guidance can be incredibly beneficial, let alone alchemy.

"They're here..."

The Azure Emperor emerged, his body charred black, like a nearly burnt-out stick, pitch black.

"How...how did you become like this?" Even the usually cold and aloof Emperor Yu couldn't help but feel a dark expression on his face.

"You're not sacrificing yourself again, are you?" Emperor Hong was unsettled. No one knew about the level above the Immortal Emperor before, but after Emperor Bai took another step forward, the concept of sacrificing oneself to the Dao arose on the plateau.

To be honest, this old guy isn't that strong, but he's really lucky. The path he's on is perfectly aligned with the sacrificial path. He just went in the wrong direction before, but now he's correcting it. He's the future star of the Immortal Emperor, and he might even go further. How could Cang not be excited?

I almost cried as I said that the hard times were finally over and the good times were finally coming.

"No, I didn't sacrifice myself..."

"What a mess! You're not even an Immortal Emperor, yet you're offering sacrifices? Why don't you just go to heaven?!" Emperor Yu shook his head. These two idiots, one gave out a ridiculous idea, and the other actually believed it. Luckily, they didn't ruin themselves.

"I'll just give it a try. I'll start over after the sacrifice. I'm confident I can become a Quasi-Immortal Emperor again." The Azure Emperor chuckled. He wasn't afraid of being crippled, but he was afraid that his successors would rise one after another while he remained stagnant.

After all, the White Emperor's Path is too vast. Now that the Great Dao leads directly to the Sacrifice Dao level, he even wants to start over. With his research, Sacrifice Dao, Sacrifice Patterns, and Sacrifice Talismans, if each of these fields were taken out individually, wouldn't becoming a Quasi-Immortal Emperor be more than enough?

He even suspected that the Hong Emperor had already embarked on the White Emperor's Path, since relying on primordial matter was really not as good as cultivating on one's own.

Meanwhile, on the other side, two figures were also facing off.

Have you truly embraced darkness?

"I am darkness by nature, haven't you always known that? So what's the point of voting or not?"

"You are the king of the heavens!"

"The heavens are dead, a new era is about to begin. I don't care about anything else. I just spend my days teasing my boys, with fine wine in hand, watching you and Huang being chased all over the place. Isn't that wonderful?"

"You still have a conscience!" Emperor Bone shook his head. They were one. Although the other party was indifferent, he was not truly without any feelings. Otherwise, he would not have called himself the King of the Heavens.

"So what? Are you dissatisfied with the daily banquets, or are the sons under my command not working hard enough? Quasi-Immortal Emperors are born one after another, and Immortal Kings appear in groups one after another. Everyone calls me 'Ancestor, Ancestor' when they see me. Do you know that feeling?"

"Is it me who's foolish, or you, to give up being a respectable patriarch and go get beaten up with you all?"

The corpse sneered, "What's the point of fighting? Your own descendants have become ancestors. I can walk sideways on the plateau, but you're telling me to go and get beaten up?"

Blame Huang for all you have. Back then, everyone had lofty ambitions and boundless aspirations, their invincible spirit shrouded in eternity. But Huang dealt them a crushing blow.

Emperor Bone opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

"What you said actually makes a lot of sense..."

"I'm not saying anything more. You can keep running away. The boys are having a banquet. They'll feel uneasy without me." The corpse was gone, leaving Di Gu completely disoriented. You, with your poker face, are going to have a banquet? Are you even the kind of person who can liven up the atmosphere?

But this also reminded him of the past. He was a generous and uninhibited man. In those days, there were constant battles and life and death were unpredictable. Perhaps many people would perish on the next expedition. He often drank heavily with his subordinates, not wanting to leave any regrets. Perhaps he did not experience that era, but he had those memories. Therefore, he used this way to reminisce about the past.

"You scoundrel, you dare show your face again? Let's see where you run this time!"

Before he could continue reminiscing, a loud roar rang out from afar: a Celestial Emperor had arrived, his imperial might overwhelming.

"If the Rat Emperor is no good, then the Cat Emperor is! If you're so capable, then call out the Great Tyrannosaurus Rex of your clan!" Emperor Bone shouted back, then turned and ran away, the echo of which left countless beings in the heavens dumbfounded.

With both rats and cats, there's only one person in the world who can categorize an Immortal Emperor in this way. Seemingly carefree, yet undeniably domineering, he views the Immortal Emperor as a beast—what a bold statement!

Chapter 706 The New Era

Two Celestial Emperors attacked, engaging in a fierce battle with the Emperor's Bone in the heavens. The Emperor's might swept across the universe, illuminating the past and present.

Below, a man dressed in black robes stood atop the mountain, looking up at the sky.

"Where are the instruments? Where is the music? Play it freely and without restraint! I want to see my imperial blood splatter across the thirty-three heavens, and I also want to hear the falling flowers and flowing water."

"Is this alright..." Kundi wiped his forehead, feeling cold sweat dripping down his face. This guy was so enthusiastic, but the flames in the sky were almost three thousand feet high.

"What's wrong with that? Today, two of my clan's sons have been crowned emperors. Happiness is the most important thing. Bring me my zither, and I will personally compose a lament for the emperor to entertain you all." The corpse flicked its sleeves, and the emperor was overjoyed, making the kings below want to laugh but dare not.

This also proves that no matter what method you learn, never learn the method of splitting. Once you split, the other person is very likely not to be of one mind with the main body. There was an emperor and empress before, and now there is a celestial emperor.

Not long after, the sound of a zither indeed arose from below. The clanging sound initially resembled ten thousand swords shaking simultaneously, or a thousand spears pointing at each other. After a moment, the sound waves began to grow magnificent, vast and powerful, as if billions of swords were flying together, or endless spears were thrusting out, exuding murderous intent. The terrifying sound was deafening, and the frightening sharpness tore through the worlds, transmitting upwards, causing even the bold and unrestrained Immortal Emperor to stagger.

You should know that he had never been at a disadvantage when facing two emperors alone, but now he was affected by the sound of the zither.

However, this was just the beginning. Immediately afterwards, the bells and chimes began to ring, the jade flute played a melodious tune, and the pipa played a forthright melody, which softened the murderous atmosphere of the music, as if the emperor was about to dissipate his worldly glory and return to his origin.

This is a mood and a feeling. The corpse is dressed in a wide black imperial robe, sitting cross-legged on the mountaintop, with a charred wooden zither on his lap. His face is majestic, and he plays with his eyes closed. On the left and right sides behind him, there are three thousand beauties. Some play music and some dance, making the kings below the stage listen in a daze, like a group of little fans attracted by the domineering and majestic middle-aged man.

What a scene this is! A time of singing and dancing, a time of family revelry!

And I must say, the second body was doing really well. From top to bottom, there wasn't a single person who didn't cooperate. Inside and outside the mountains, there were so many living beings that it was like a sea of ​​people. The endless stream of heads was moving around, which almost made Emperor Bone Brother spit out a mouthful of blood. So while I was fighting desperately up there, you were down there leading a bunch of disciples and grand-disciples to watch the show and not care about making things worse.

How shameless!

That wasn't all; that bastard then attacked him, sending a wave of light from his zither soaring into the sky, nearly severing his head.

Those two emperors were even more shameless, taking advantage of the opportunity to attack him relentlessly, injuring Emperor Bone and forcing him to flee far away.

"I will not return until I have trodden upon the bones of the Emperor. Sooner or later, I will return, stepping over your corpses!"

Emperor Bone Brother ran away. The world is vast, and only the Sacrifice Sea can be his home. Being chased by two Immortal Emperors is not lonely. It's just that for some reason, almost no Great Tyrannosaurus Immortal Emperors have come out of the plateau in recent years. I wonder what kind of conspiracy they are preparing.

Or perhaps it's because the grand ceremony has been completed, and everyone has begun to sleep, just as they did in previous years.

But what he didn't know was that all the high-level Immortal Emperors were trying to break through. One person's success brought hope to everyone. The Ancestor was a level they dreamed of reaching.

This was the most peaceful period in the world. The Celestial Emperor of the Plateau rarely went out, the two Heavenly Emperors were still recovering from serious injuries, and the Desolate Heavenly Emperor had disappeared and never reappeared.

This calm process lasted for half a million years.

Five hundred thousand years may seem short, but for mortals, it is enough for dynasties to rise and fall many times. Now, after a brief period of rest and recuperation, the heavens are still growing stronger. Even with only 10% of the original population, the number of living beings has doubled. After all, the heavenly beings are all immortal and there is no loss of life due to war. These years are enough for a generation to become immortals.

The lower realms are also changing. After the Heavenly Severing, the heavens have directly become the End of Dharma. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, causing countless people to die. The older generation has all passed away in the passage of time and has long since turned into dust.

The most terrifying thing is that after experiencing the most tragic era, the world is now beginning to transform into the primordial era. Various ferocious races have risen one after another, running rampant in all realms. Some of them are transformed from plants and trees, some are transformed from metal and stone, and some are born from chaos. Their innate powerful talents have made them the protagonists of this era.

However, this was also an era of survival of the fittest. Due to the break and disappearance of the cultivation system, the remaining races were not considered strong, especially the human race, which was inherently weak, with a physique inferior to the ferocious race, and their innate supernatural abilities were far inferior as well.

Some races were eliminated forever in this process, while some inconspicuous races adapted exceptionally well to the new environment and rose rapidly.

In addition, a region separated from the heavens by an endless chaotic sea is also gradually changing.

This place is very special. The environment is worse, the universe is broken, the Great Dao has disappeared, the cultivation system is almost nowhere to be seen, and living beings are even rarer, as if it were a vacuum period.

Not long afterward, one race after another began to revive here. They were very different, each carrying a seed within them, but for the time being, no one had found the key to unlock this potential.

In addition, some people in the heavens are being resurrected one after another, and the number is quite considerable. Even some remnant spirits of Dao Ancestors have been revived, like specks of light, quietly recuperating underground in the heavens.

"Wrath? Did he do it...?"

Luo Tianxian and Meng Hai sensed this change; someone was reflecting the spirits of those who died in battle. This process was very secretive, happening simultaneously with the revival of all things, as if to prevent the plateau from noticing.

"It's him. He seems to have become weaker, and his true name perception isn't as strong as it used to be." Meng Hai frowned.

Immortal Emperors can reflect, but if they reflect too many at once, they will have to pay a great price. Some of these prices are even unbearable for Immortal Emperors, and in more serious cases, they will almost dissipate.

"Let him stop. It's not worth it. If he can't defeat the progenitor, no amount of effort will help." Meng Hai shook his head.

"I will go find him, and I also want to find my sister. She left behind many contingency plans in the past." Luo Tianxian nodded. They lacked a true progenitor-level being. Currently, the only known being capable of contending with a progenitor is pollen.

"Let's search for the wasteland first. We can search together in the past years and maybe awaken the pollen ahead of time." Meng Hai said this with a serious expression. The pollen was too important to the heavens. They did not want to search for it unless absolutely necessary, for fear that the ancestor would notice the clues and find out the pollen's backup plan, thus destroying all hope.

What's worrying isn't just the Ancestor, but also Bai Ye. His sensitivity and mastery of time and space are unparalleled in history. He hasn't appeared for a long time, and no one knows if he's been following the Ancestor's orders to guard the ancient timelines, waiting for the pollen to reappear.

That person was too unfathomable, and his followers advanced at an astonishing speed. In the past 500,000 years, two more people have become Quasi-Immortal Emperors: He Wushuang and his master Kundi.

It's not surprising that someone becomes a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, but what's truly astonishing is that a master and disciple both become Emperors, like a myth. This also illustrates the terrifying power of the White Emperor on another level. You have to understand that those people were just walking the path that he pioneered. That path seems to have infinite possibilities, giving birth to one Quasi-Immortal Emperor after another.

This is still because the time is too short. If the other party were given several eras, wouldn't there be a chance for an Immortal Emperor to be born?

Gao Yuan was already so powerful that it was despair-inducing, and now there's also the White Emperor group. You can imagine the pressure they're under.

Having become an emperor, he returned home in glory. On the plateau, several quasi-immortal emperors from the heavens returned, each one filled with excitement.

"White Emperor!"

Kundi, He Wushuang, Chi Wang, Xuehuang, and Tianzi were all looking at the man standing under the Tree of Time and Space.

The other person stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from everyone. His figure was majestic and hazy, as if time had left no trace on his body. Beside him, two emperors, one demon and one immortal, accompanied him, while two true dragons, one purple and one gold, lay quietly, creating a harmonious scene like a painting, making one reluctant to disturb it.