Perfect Double Agent

But this was just the beginning. A moment later, the huge figure disintegrated and reverted to ten people. Then, the patterns between the ten people changed again, like ripples on water, and transformed into a mysterious ancient mirror.

At the same time, the ten progenitors resonated once more, as if transforming into ten incomparably dazzling runes, adorning the mirror surface, seemingly evolving into an unparalleled weapon of mass destruction.

With a slight tremor, a blinding flame erupted from the mirror, its power terrifying and boundless, seemingly surpassing even the sacrificial path, piercing through and severing the past, present, and future into segments, severing their continuity.

Even the emperors were trembling with fear at that terrifying aura. What kind of power was this? It could sever the past and the present, cut off the future, and seemed to be omnipotent and unstoppable. Just the aura it emitted gave them a feeling that they were about to be forever silenced.

"Hmm...it seems I still need some time to adjust..." someone said, their voice still cold and devoid of any emotion.

This was a method they had prepared for the night, one they had never used before, nor could anyone force them to use.

In the past, who knew the ancestors? Who knew their past?

But it was precisely because they were influenced by the primordial matter in the past that the ten of them possessed this power.

Their power is unified, all originating from the master of the bronze coffin. Even if they can only unleash a small portion of its might, it is enough to destroy this world a thousand times over.

"After a period of further training, order will be restored, and everything will return to normal. No one can stop us, not even the night."

The ancestors were extremely indifferent. It was because of their indulgence and carelessness that night and desolation appeared in the world. It wouldn't happen again. They would not allow any more accidents to occur.

"Apart from my clan, there can be no emperor in the world, let alone a sacrificial ceremony."

The progenitors made a firm decision: once they eliminated Night and Desolation, they would implement an order without an emperor. In this way, no power in the world would be able to threaten them, and no one would be able to shake their rule.

The idea was good, but reality often deviates greatly from imagination. For example, Huang went to observe the lower world with high expectations, but returned disappointed.

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What is a seed?

Under a large tree, the two sat cross-legged facing each other. They had been in this position for a long time, and no one dared to disturb them or spy on them.

“A seed is a seed; its mission is to bury the past and bring about a new life,” the pollen replied.

Her previous life was a flower, cared for by the owner of the bronze coffin, and she repeatedly went through the process of blooming and withering over the long years.

Coincidentally, this man followed the path of the seed. Even when he reached the level of the sacrificial path, he did not abandon it, but continued to follow it to the end, forcibly creating a completely new realm with the path of the seed.

All of this is very ordinary, perfectly embodying the principle that simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

“That’s right, the mission of a seed is to absorb the past and present as nutrients to create the future.” Bai Ye nodded.

Like the tree behind him, that is his past; like him now, that is his present. Both die, and nourished by the past and the present, the newly born self is the future.

It may seem that the past and present have withered away, but in reality, the past, present and future have been integrated.

He defined the final state as "nothingness." What is "nothingness"?

With no past, no present, no future, it takes billions of times and spaces as its soil, burying the past, present, and future. When it is reborn, it will stand on the sacrificial path.

If he cannot be resurrected, then he will transform into the origin of time and space and return to this world, similar to the transformation into the Dao, which is also a kind of fall.

"What are the chances of success?" Pollen was clearly the only one who knew the truth. She showed a rare worry and wanted to stop it, but she didn't know how to start. Perhaps the reason the other party resurrected her was to prevent someone in the alien world from taking care of her after the failure, and she was the successor.

"Less than half." Bai Ye remained calm, as if the word "calm" was engraved in his bones. He was neither surprised nor agitated, and his mindset remained very peaceful.

"Perhaps we should wait." The pollen couldn't bear it. It seemed like the chance was less than 50%, but it was already quite high. People would seize even the slightest chance to become a quasi-Immortal Emperor, even if it meant their death. That's what cultivators are like—daring to risk their lives for the future. This man was no different.

"I've been waiting all this time, but alas..." Bai Ye shook her head, making Hua Fen roll her eyes. Her eyes were full of charm, with the nobility of a woman and a hint of resentment between friends.

This is saying she's too slow, but who can compare to her? Even Huang Bi, who has the fastest cultivation speed, would have to admit defeat.

Where there is affection, there is attachment; where there is attachment, there is reluctance to part. As a family grows, there are always too many people worth cherishing, and too many people who need protection.

Why does Shi Hao keep striving? Perhaps it's because he suffered too much in the past and wants to protect something beautiful, or perhaps it's because he has so many loyal people supporting him, preventing him from falling.

The same goes for Bai Ye. At first, he did it only for Gu Zu, then for the alien realm, and now he does it for everyone behind him.

"At least leave behind a descendant. I will take him as my disciple and raise him during your years of silence."

"Aren't you one?" Bai Ye smiled, making Hua Fen's smile freeze and she was speechless for a moment. Of course, it was because of this person that she was able to walk the path of fire and the path of seeds when she was a child. Thinking back to her childhood, she was either watching the stars and the moon in his arms or opening her arms to embrace the sky on his back.

Those were glorious years, and whenever she looked back on the river of time, she couldn't help but avoid them, because every time she saw them, they stirred up her emotions.

"Let's go and see that senior again. I wonder if he will show up this time."

Bai Ye got up; this was a little secret between him and the pollen.

"Dinner's ready, where are you two going?"

Just as the two stood up, a call came from afar on the mountain, along with a figure waving.

Qingyi wasn't particularly interested in cultivation, unlike the witch and Yuechan, who were single-mindedly focused on it—one wanted to become an Immortal Emperor, and the other a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

She particularly enjoys taking care of her husband and daughter. Perhaps it is precisely because she has a daughter while the other two do not that the other two have been working hard to cultivate themselves and raise their spiritual level in order to increase their chances of having offspring.

In fact, at this level, offspring are no longer important. If one can ascend to the sacrificial path, not to mention offspring, one can have a large group of wives with a wave of the hand. What is true or false, what is past or future, all have meaning in a way, and all are meaningless in a way.

"Let's go on a long trip, we'll eat when we get back." Hua Fen waved with a smile, then grabbed Bai Ye and ran away quickly.

"Is my cooking that scary?" Qingyi smiled. She wasn't angry. As long as the father and daughter were happy, that was all that mattered. She had been worried that her daughter would grow up and leave her father, but the father and daughter had a very good relationship and could talk about anything. They were like old friends and spent more time together than she did with her.

"Huh, are they leaving already? They don't seem to like me at all?"

People from afar arrived on auspicious clouds, their eyes filled with strangeness as they watched the woman and man pulling each other away into the distance.

What's even stranger is Qingyi. The person who came was a famous female immortal emperor from the heavens, whose status was beyond measure. If it were only once or twice, it would be one thing, but this person came every three to five days, completely treating this place as her own home, even though this place was indeed her territory before.

"The father and daughter have such a good relationship," Luo Tianxian remarked, glancing sideways.

"Shouldn't it be better?" Qingyi retorted.

"Should it be? My sister wasn't like this before," Luo Tianxian muttered to herself, leaving Qingyi looking puzzled.

She vaguely seemed to hear the female immortal emperor muttering words like "sister," but the voice was too soft for her to hear clearly.

Chapter 722 Encouragement Among Patients

Sacrificing to the sea in its depths.

This is highland territory, and most of the time it is unguarded, and no one can destroy this altar.

In the words of the Dark Emperor, this altar seems to have existed longer than the plateau itself, its age so vast that it is impossible to trace back, as if it existed before the dawn of time.

Now, in this quiet place, there are two strikingly beautiful people, one sitting cross-legged in front of the altar, pouring wine and talking to himself.

Behind him, the woman stood calmly, quietly looking ahead. This process had been going on for a while. Every now and then, they would come here to stay for a while. This was probably the only place in the world where they could truly communicate with that person.

"Senior, I don't know what state you are in, but as time goes by, I have less and less attachment to this world."

The elevation of my spiritual level has made me lose the joy I used to have. With a single thought, I can revive all living beings; with a wave of my hand, I can create space and time. What is the truth?

Are my followers and my family real, or are they just illusions I've created...?

"Ok?"

Pollen was surprised and puzzled. What did this mean? She had never doubted this man's beliefs. Was his current statement a sign of wavering?

This is very likely. The level of life is too high. When looking at people below, they always feel that the other party is just a phantom imprinted in the world. When needed, they can be manifested, and when not needed, they can be dispersed with a wave of their hand. Even an Immortal Emperor can do this, let alone this man standing at the peak of the sacrificial path.

This is also one of the reasons why high-level cultivators are indifferent. Just like mortals looking at ants, even if they trample a bunch of them to death when they pass by, who would look down at the dead corpses of insects and ants?

"I don't know when it started, but everything in this world has lost its meaning in my eyes. All living beings and even my greatest enemies are like fleeting clouds. I've lost the passion of my youth, and the boiling blood of fighting a great enemy. Am I... sick...?"

"Are you sick...?"

The lingering melody and the low, lonely words echoed throughout the land, stirring the pollen and making the sea waves surge.

A moment, two moments, five moments... until Bai Ye was filled with disappointment and was about to get up, when a sigh suddenly rang out from the altar.

"You're not sick... what's sick is your belief..."

“It has appeared…” Pollen was stunned. She didn’t know if Bai Ye was telling the truth or not, but emotions don’t lie. At least half of what the other party said was true. Without real experience, one cannot generate the corresponding emotions.

Actually, she guessed correctly; Bai Ye had had a similar experience in his earlier years.

"At this level, where would illness come from? All so-called illnesses arise from the mind. Mental illnesses require mental healing. Young man, do you think the people behind you are real or fake? Am I real or fake?"

The dark figure on the altar spoke; it was slightly more solid than before, still a shadow resembling the outline of a vengeful ghost.

Bai Ye turned around, glanced at the pollen behind him, and their eyes met. He saw a pair of clear, untainted eyes. Then he turned back to the faint black shadow, remained silent for a moment, and slowly shook his head, "You are all fake..."

This was truly a startling statement, causing Huafen to freeze, black lines appearing on her fair forehead, and even her shadow seemed to tremble for a moment.

"Am I fake?" Even the pollen was in a frenzy. Even if you treat me like a daughter, it's better than treating me like a fake. So, in your heart, I'm just a phantom, a figment of your imagination?

"She was created by me by searching for traces and fragments of the past in time and space, and by adding my essence and blood. As for the senior, she was mostly a figment of my imagination because I was too lonely." Bai Ye shook his head again. Anyone who saw his expressionless face would think that this was his true state of mind, a heartfelt expression.

"That's true." The shadowy figure nodded, actually admitting it, leaving the pollen confused once again.

"Young man... I've been through everything you've been through, and I felt the same way back then..."

The shadowy figure sighed softly, startling the fans once again. What did this mean? Had they actually resonated with each other?

"Birds of a feather flock together."

She didn't know why the owner of the bronze coffin was sick, nor did she know anything about his past. All she knew was that he had been very lonely all those years, with no one to keep him company or talk to. He spent his days either going out or playing the zither in the courtyard, like a hermit who had withdrawn from the world.

"What is real and what is fake? Looking back, everything you have experienced is real; looking to the future, everything you see is fake."

The ultimate truth becomes falsehood, and the ultimate falsehood becomes truth. Everything has a relative side, and the Great Way is no exception. The level you have reached is unmatched in the world, and it is precisely because of this that your heart has wavered.

You feel that everything and everyone around you is unreal; this is a false sense of perception that is misleading you. Step out of that world, move on, and you'll find a vast and open sky.

The owner of the bronze coffin spoke at length, as if he were enlightening a young man. He was someone who had been through it all and could empathize with others. He could easily see the essence of the problem from the experiences of others, and the solution was not difficult.

"Is that so..." Bai Ye frowned.

"There's not so much truth and falsehood; it's just a matter of mindset when you're on a higher level," the shadowy figure nodded.

But as he continued, his body stiffened, his gaze became deep and mysterious, and even his figure became more solid than before, as he stood there deep in thought.

A moment later, his body began to tremble, sometimes coalescing and sometimes disintegrating. The wisp of energy that spread out blurred the heavens and earth, and caused the eternal space-time to begin to collapse.

This was terrifying; both the white night and the pollen were instinctively trembling.

"boom."

The figures on the altar vanished, turning into a bubble that never coalesced again.

A doctor cannot heal himself. The master of the bronze coffin could see the problem in Bai Ye, but he could not heal himself who had similar feelings, so a contradiction arose and he collapsed.

This is not surprising. The owner of the bronze coffin was a contradictory person. On the one hand, he wanted to die, and on the other hand, he longed for the past. Therefore, the owner of the bronze coffin did not die completely. He still had thoughts left in the world and could be resurrected at any time.

What does it mean to be alive? What's the difference between being alone and being dead? Yet, the owner of the bronze coffin felt that his relatives and friends were fake and meaningless. It was this contradiction that drove the owner of the bronze coffin to illness.