Perfect Double Agent

"My dear niece, your Uncle Huang is back. Be my daughter-in-law!"

Suddenly, a loud roar shook the surrounding area, resounding through time and space, like a world-shaking thunderbolt, striking all living beings into a daze, stiffly raising their heads.

He was a spirited man with flowing black hair and fluttering clothes. His eyes shone like stars, shooting out sharp rays of light. He stood tall and imposing, his power overwhelming heaven and earth, startling all living beings and even the immortal emperors. Even the creatures on both battlefields froze upon seeing him appear.

This was absolutely the focus of everyone's attention. One person soared above the heavens, overwhelming the world. No one could obscure his brilliance, and no one dared to utter a word. The single word "niece" made everyone look up in awe.

"Grunt..."

It was unclear which dark emperor was looking at that figure whose radiance shone upon the heavens, but he couldn't help but swallow hard.

"It's Huang! Damn it!"

The Golden Emperor's gaze turned serious. This was a serious matter; it was far beyond what could be recovered in an era. Perhaps even the ancestors hadn't anticipated that the desolate place would appear so quickly.

It is foreseeable that if Bai Zu is so terrifying, Huang only needs to make a slight move to tip the scales of this war in an instant, thus giving birth to the most difficult era in the history of the plateau.

Yes, it is difficult. There are nine progenitors. As long as the plateau is not lost, they can be resurrected continuously. Although they will show signs of defeat, it is difficult to completely kill the progenitors. Huang should not have the destructive power of Bai Zu.

"Father!"

Little Stone's face darkened. "The first thing you did when you returned wasn't to look at your own son who had come back from the dead, but to take a liking to the White Emperor's daughter."

Daughter-in-law? If it were anyone else, he would have wanted to say, "Daughter-in-law my ass! Is she a woman I can control?" But that would be too disrespectful. With his respect for his father, the thought was quickly suppressed as soon as it flashed through his mind.

Pollen merely glanced up; though she was an Immortal Emperor, she was not afraid of the gaze of the Sacrificial Dao.

"Brother Dao, let's get out of here. If we don't leave now, we'll all be stuck here." The Black Emperor was extremely nervous. The appearance of Huang had a huge impact on the current battle situation. If it were an ordinary person, it wouldn't be a big deal; they would just be resurrected and coming back to kill again.

But Huang is a sacrificial priest, possessing the power of Yongji and others, which is the most terrifying aspect.

Seeing Huang eager to try, his eyes looked down at the world with disdain, making the Golden Emperor feel tense instantly.

"rut!"

Jin Di was decisive. Although he was filled with resentment, he had no choice but to retreat due to the pressure from Huang.

"Rat, rotten cat, sick tiger, are you all trying to escape?!"

A Celestial Emperor, covered in blood, flicked his finger, summoning the fleeing dark creatures among the other emperors. He laughed heartily, leaving all beings stunned once more. "Rat? Rotting cat? Sick tiger? What kind of weird names are these?"

You didn't say that before; on the contrary, you were attacked quite badly.

The only thing that brought relief to everyone was that the dark creatures were frightened away by the appearance of the Wilderness, which also meant that the war was temporarily over.

"The Desolate Emperor!"

Many people shouted that they had won this battle, but if another war were to break out in the future, would they attack the plateau?

This is so exciting and exhilarating! The counterattack on the plateau is of extraordinary significance. Just thinking about it makes countless people feel like they've been injected with adrenaline and can hardly contain themselves.

However, this comes with a prerequisite: the Desolate Heavenly Emperor must join forces with the White Emperor. This involves many grudges and grievances that outsiders cannot interfere with, and they know even less about the White Emperor.

"Brother Ye, what are you doing!"

Suddenly, the Desolate Emperor seemed to have discovered something, let out a loud shout, and rushed towards the Heavenly Immortal Mountain, leaving many people puzzled.

Not long after, a scream came from the direction of Tianxian Mountain, "Brother Ye, how could you do this? There are only a few ancestors left, leave me two!"

"???"

The people were stunned, as if petrified, staring blankly in the direction of Tianxian Mountain. Huang's figure was too majestic, and his projection could be seen everywhere in the world.

"Huang seems to have a good relationship with Bai Di..."

After all, even at that level, he was still called his elder brother, which means that the White Emperor has always held a significant place in Huang's heart and is highly respected.

Clearly visible, Huang Yijian then cleaved through space and time, revealing a vast battlefield. Rows of progenitors, not just two or three, but a full nine, were blocked by a sword-wielding figure in a black misty area. The shockwaves of the great battle were merely aftershocks before space and time were reopened, obliterating ancient history.

That level was terrifying beyond description, but there was also a peerless strike that caused the progenitor to bleed. Such an attack was useless because, a moment later, the dead progenitor was resurrected.

"Nine... Venerables!"

After regaining their senses, all the beings who had seen those outlines were stunned again. They simply couldn't believe it; the number was terrifying. Even the many surviving Dao Ancestors were trembling.

The most bewildered of all was the Desolate Emperor who had just rushed in. He was carrying the Emperor Sword and hadn't even gotten close when he was attacked by the five Ancestors working together. He was sent flying backward, and his majestic body disintegrated.

"This……"

Many of the elders in the Heavenly Court couldn't help but want to cover their faces. Those who knew Huang's past were not surprised. Huang was a mischievous child when he was young, and he never did anything improper.

"How can there be so many of you old corpses!"

Even the Heavenly Emperor was taken aback; perhaps anyone who saw so many progenitors would be terrified.

The plateau was hidden too deeply, but unfortunately, in this life they encountered a White Emperor who was even more monstrous than the nine of them. He actually trapped all the ancestors on the plateau. Anyone who dared to take even half a step out of the plateau would be met with countless years of time turning into swords and endless void turning into blades, as if carrying all the time and space of the past and present together and pressing down. The ancestors who gave way were instantly splattered with blood on the plateau.

That was incredible! He blocked the spring and killed the enemy. Just a glimpse of his back seemed to become eternal, shocking countless people.

"Huang! You, a defeated opponent, dare to interfere in our fight!"

An ancestor roared, "The timing of Huang's appearance is too unfortunate. One person alone is no match for Huang and will be killed. Two people can only manage to fight him, but if three people are sent to deal with Huang, all the rest of them will be instantly defeated. That person even dares to set foot on the ancestral land. At that time, it will not be blocking the spring, but killing him standing in the spring water."

"Without Brother Ye, what are you? How dare you chase me!" Shi Hao regrouped. Although he was shocked inside, he smiled broadly on the surface. So what if there were nine of them? He knew that if the brothers joined forces, they could take down the plateau.

"I want to take on three!"

The lingering sound echoed in their ears, and all living beings heard it. It was the first time they had ever seen the majestic Desolate Emperor so excited.

At the same time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, instantly feeling triumphant. This meant that their side would possess two great sacrificial paths, comparable to the ancestors.

Since the progenitor is no longer a threat, how far away is the day of counterattack?

The blood and tears of the past, the corpses and bones buried deep in ancient history, will all be rewritten in their era. In this new age, they will no longer feel cold or afraid, and will have the hope of overthrowing darkness and bringing light back to the world.

Chapter 720 Things must turn against each other when they reach their extremes

Will it succeed?

At the deepest part of the sacrificial sea, before an altar, all the Immortal Emperors stood side by side, and Dao Ancestors were densely packed together. They looked at the golden figure at the very front, not daring to even breathe.

This is the first time in their history that they have witnessed how to become a priest. It is not difficult for a minor priest to become an immortal emperor. All the dark immortal emperors have gone through this process. Many people have witnessed it. There has never been a failure. All the immortal emperors have succeeded, including the second-generation silver emperor and Yunzhi last time.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the sacrificial ceremony began. With the prayer of an ancestor incarnate, the mysterious syllables were solemn and grand, conveying eternity and breaking through eternity, as if to reach the beginning of time, the origin of all things and spirits.

Immediately afterwards, the Black and Gray Emperors placed one offering after another on the altar. There were Dao Ancestors, Immortal Kings, and two Immortal Emperors whose forms were blurred. Their bodies were broken and sealed by decrees, but they were not completely dead.

These are two Celestial Emperors, but unfortunately their immortal powers are limited. This was also their greatest gain from the last war.

After the Black Emperor and the Gray Emperor finished offering the sacrifices, they retreated silently. They were both a little uneasy. According to the Ancestor's wishes, the more powerful people the better. They didn't know if it was related to the success rate, but Huang appeared too quickly. Otherwise, Liu Shu, Luo, and Meng Hai would not have been able to escape the fate of being sacrificed.

"With only these offerings... can it really succeed...?" Even the Golden Emperor had some doubts and lacked confidence. Failure meant death, and eternal silence at that. He had waited for countless years for this opportunity, and he did not want to die.

But the ritual had already begun, and during this process, he lay down in a coffin filled with primordial matter.

Instantly, a thick fog enveloped the area, spreading an ominous atmosphere. Accompanied by countless streaks of blood-red lightning, eerie wailing sounds echoed throughout the sea, as if unspeakable vengeful ghosts were crying, or as if some unseen being was about to descend. The scene was so bizarre that even the Celestial Emperor felt a chill run down his spine.

Outsiders could no longer see the Golden Emperor. An endless, ominous mist and surging dark matter poured out from that area, accompanied by terrifying phenomena such as the shattering of worlds, the bloodshed of all living beings, and the fall of the Immortal Emperor. The energy there suddenly became incredibly powerful.

The wind howled, blood rained down, and fog obscured the sky and sun, obscuring the view and making it impossible to see what kind of transformation the Golden Emperor was undergoing. But soon after, painful growls came from there, as if he was enduring unimaginable pain.

In a hazy vision, the emperors saw a hideous figure sit up from the coffin. It was enveloped in dark flames, tearing at its own body. In just a moment, it was torn to pieces by itself, only to reform itself again and again.

"Did it fail...?" The emperors' hearts skipped a beat. They stole a glance at the gradually fading ancestral avatar and suddenly had a bad feeling.

After all, this is a ritual, which is different from becoming an immortal emperor.

The dark fire grew ever stronger, as if it would burn the world to ashes, even the Great Dao itself was no exception. It was an ominous flame, a form of primordial matter, and it was burning the Golden Emperor, shattering his figure, dimming his primordial spirit, and making him seem as if he were about to disappear from the world forever.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, a day, two days...

They didn't know how long they had waited, nor when the roars subsided, but the figure of the Golden Emperor gradually became clearer from its fading state, and even the flames on his body that were about to die out suddenly blazed up, as if to illuminate all the worlds.

"It actually...success?"

The emperors were thrilled. This scene was somewhat similar to the one in the past, though the process was different, the result was the same.

The Golden Emperor had successfully transformed. He emerged from the fog zone, his body emaciated, almost skin and bones, with sunken eye sockets and foul blood flowing from his seven orifices. His face and arms were covered with strange long hair, and he was no longer the holy being he once was.

This was a monster full of calamities, exuding an eerie and chilling aura that made even the emperors unable to bear looking at it.

However, the aura emanating from the Golden Emperor was terrifyingly powerful. Wherever his pressure passed, all the Immortal Emperors bowed their heads, and all the Dao Ancestors prostrated themselves in trembling.

Everyone was excited; they were witnessing the birth of a progenitor, and everything was unfolding before their eyes.

Perhaps this is why the ancestor sent them to witness the ceremony. Recently, the creatures on the plateau have been too restless. Because of the departure of the White Ancestor, many creatures are filled with resentment, and many even have different thoughts, going through the motions but not putting in any effort, and secretly slacking off.

The ancestors could not possibly ignore the hidden dangers below. That is why they gave these people a reassurance: the Golden Emperor has a chance, and so do you.

"Although you are not our biological children, you are our continuation. There are ten ancestors and ten immortal emperors, so that if something happens to us, you can take over. This position should be yours as soon as possible, so don't be impatient."

As the fading ancestral avatar dissipated, it uttered these words, prompting the Dark Emperors to immediately agree, their faces filled with respect. They were moved by the words and reasoned with the Emperor. This was the first time the ancestor had spoken to them in this manner, and they were somewhat unaccustomed to it.

They had long anticipated this, but to become the progenitors, the prerequisite was your death. If you didn't die, what chance would we have?

The Dark Emperors were filled with complex emotions. The progenitors were still hiding something from them. They did not believe that the Golden Emperor's success was due to the sacrifices, but rather that it was created by the primordial matter. In other words, if there was enough primordial matter, one could become a sacrificial being even without sacrifices.

And there is a very high probability that this process will not fail.

……

Meanwhile, in the endless space-time on the other side, a dozen or so figures were confronting each other from a distance.

"Night, how about we stop? There's no point in continuing," someone said.

"You think you can just stop like that? You all think too highly of yourselves." Shi Hao sneered. They held an absolute advantage; the power of speech did not lie with the Ancestor, but with them.

"Huang, this is none of your business. This is a dispute between our clans, it has nothing to do with you." An ancestor coldly glanced at Shi Hao, then looked back at the white-robed figure opposite him.

What's truly terrifying is the night, not the wilderness. People like the wilderness can be killed at any time if they join forces, and it's useless even if the wilderness escapes to an unknown space-time.

Ultimately, everything comes down to fists. Night already stands at the pinnacle of the sacrificial path, capable of being weakened or strengthened, and even possessing resurrection abilities. Even if they fight for hundreds of eras, Night can most likely withstand it.

Bai Ye thought for a moment and said, "We can cease hostilities. During the ceasefire, neither you nor I will participate in the fighting."

"Brother Ye, no, wouldn't it be better if we just overturned the plateau?" Shi Hao transmitted his voice, unwilling to compromise.

"I won't participate, you can continue." Bai Ye shook his head. The people below also need time to grow, especially the pollen.

The plateau is alive, which is why he didn't invade his ancestral lands again, and he also needed some time.

"Me? I'm supposed to go get beaten up? Nine of them!"

Shi Hao's face turned green. If it were like the previous three, he would be fine, and he was confident that he could fight them. But there were nine ancestors, and they were shameless enough to resurrect. They could fail countless times, but he only needed to fail once to be completely finished. How could he possibly fight them?

"Really?" the White-haired Ancestor asked seriously.