Perfect Double Agent

"What are you doing soaking in a fairy lake when you eat metal?" The witch smiled at the person beside her. "Junior brother, would you like your senior sister to undress you?"

Bai Ye rolled her eyes at her and boldly plunged into the Fairy Lake.

The lake water was icy cold, only reaching chest height. As soon as one entered, an indescribable chill seemed to sweep through the entire body. However, this liquid contained very special substances, like the source of innate essence, containing fragments of the Great Dao and abundant vitality, causing the various gates within his body to open and close continuously.

This gave him a feeling that he might be able to use these liquids to open up some openings, especially around the eyes.

"Aren't you coming down?" Bai Ye looked up at the tall girl on the shore.

"You can soak it for now. I'll take it to other places to look around. Maybe we'll get lucky and find the heritage you mentioned."

Bai Ye tossed the small bone cauldron over, sighing inwardly. The witch's heart remained unchanged: if there was trouble, her junior brother would step forward first; if there was an opportunity, her junior brother would also step forward first.

"You should go into seclusion and focus on your cultivation. Maybe when you come out, I'll be back carrying that dragon."

With that, she turned and vanished into the chaos above.

Bai Ye was already used to this. He wasn't worried about the witch. His senior sister wasn't some pampered little princess. During her two years in the Upper Realm, she had ventured into dangerous places many times. Every time she returned, she was almost covered in wounds, but she never said a word about it.

Bai Ye immersed himself in the moment for a while, then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged at the bottom of the lake. His current cultivation level was at the mid-stage of the Venerable realm, and he was about to enter the late stage.

The realm of the Venerable is more like a way to complete oneself, transcend the mortal world, and embark on the path to godhood.

He was born into a complete and vast world, even more so than the Nine Heavens, which is one of the reasons for his power.

However, he has been trying to develop himself, and has been progressing slowly in this area.

As someone who has been through it all, he knows better than others that fusing one's body with an immortal seed does not mean there is no future, nor does it mean one cannot reach the level of a quasi-immortal emperor.

However, that path is too difficult, the chance of reaching a higher level is too small, and the dependence is too great. Unless one has a World Tree like the Ten-Crown King, or perhaps finds a Cosmic Wrinkle, these kinds of seeds have very little dependence. It's like nurturing a large world within one's body, so even if the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are shattered, they can remain unharmed.

He wouldn't mind if there were cosmic wrinkles, but he didn't.

However, he felt that he probably didn't need a Celestial Seed. The main function of a Celestial Seed is to merge with oneself, thereby achieving a process of establishing a connection with the Great Dao. This is also the reason why it is so restrictive. Throughout history, there have been countless amazing talents, but without a seed, they can only remain at the level of a Celestial God for their entire lives. The strength of the seed determines the future path, which is too tragic.

However, he himself is like a spacetime seed, able to connect with the Great Dao and even the origin of the Great Spacetime without relying on anything else.

He wasn't sure about the specifics yet; perhaps he would get the answer he wanted after he had opened all 365 doors.

The human body has 365 main acupoints, like tree rings, which conform to the secrets of time and are in harmony with the Great Dao. Space is a cave, which can unlock potential within and connect to the void outside. Perhaps when it is perfected, even those without the talent for time and space can embark on the path of time and space.

Bai Ye sat in the water, his eyes opening and closing repeatedly. Faintly, two lights flickered, one black and one white, like an alternative kind of celestial eye.

However, these are not the Heavenly Eye, but two portals, resembling the prototype of the Space-Time Eye.

However, this process is difficult and dangerous. Just now, as the impact has just begun, blood is already gushing from his eyes.

At the same time, those two eyes shattered instantly, unable to withstand the impact of the power within their bodies.

Pioneering is a long process, from initial impact to formation, then to consolidation, and finally to growth. It is a long and arduous process, with each step containing unimaginable dangers.

Chapter 146 Little White Returns

A month has passed.

The chaotic world remained silent, devoid of order and rules; everything seemed to have vanished into nothingness.

But deep within the chaos, a true phoenix was softly singing. It emitted a dazzling halo, accompanied by patches of auspicious clouds, and quietly soaked in a pool more than five zhang in size. While repairing its injuries, it was also constantly changing, transforming from its original crimson color to five colors.

A moment later, it transformed into a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old. He closed his eyes, ignoring the two lines of bloodstains before him, and instead focused on meditating and comprehending.

It's not surprising that Liu Shen knows the True Phoenix Technique; it's just that she doesn't use it often. Even in the original story, she only used it after the Immortal Ancient Gate was closed, during the battle against the leaders of various sects.

Bai Ye obtained this precious technique by exchanging the Grass Character Sword Technique, which saved him the trouble of going to the Void God Realm.

In fact, he suspected that Liu Shen might have more than one of the Ten Fierce Treasure Techniques, but his circumstances made it impossible for him to get close to Liu Shen.

Bai Ye took a deep breath, exhaled a wisp of stale air, and slowly opened his eyes. Instantly, two eyes, one white and one black, were revealed. One was empty, as if containing boundless void, so deep that it sent chills down one's spine.

It was transparent and still, appearing unchanged at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it created an indescribable sense of disorientation, as if one were seeing something dreamlike and ethereal, or as if witnessing the passage of time and the changing of eras, making time in the surrounding area seem to stand still.

However, when he closed his eyes and then opened them again, the two eyes, one black and one white, disappeared again, as if hidden in the deepest part of his eyes, like two eye-shaped portals, which was very strange.

These are the Eyes of Time and Space. Once activated, they allow one to see another world without needing to connect with the Great Dao, such as the veins of space, fragments of time between heaven and earth, and primordial runes.

This is equivalent to giving him a medium to contact the great Dao of time and space between heaven and earth. Although he cannot resonate with time and space, he has gained a pair of eyes that can see through the essence.

It's not that this has no effect on him, but it's more like it was designed for ordinary people, as if it opened the starting point of a path, allowing them to make initial contact with the great road of time and space through their eyes. As for whether these eyes will change, further development is needed.

A thousand formations can produce a thousand different array patterns, each one different from the last. Ultimately, how one's path unfolds depends on the individual.

Now, a month has passed, and he has not only opened his eyes, but also opened a total of twenty portals in his body. Since descending to the lower realm, he has opened nearly sixty portals in his body, and the speed at which he opens them is getting faster and faster.

Currently, there is still a small portion of liquid left in Little Fairy Lake. He took most of it and left some behind.

This is the Pool of Creation, which gathers the essence of chaos into liquid. It is extremely rare, but the accumulation is too slow.

"Leave room for maneuver in everything, and take only what is appropriate."

Bai Ye shook his robes, rose from the pool, and frowned slightly. In his perception, the witch seemed to have stopped in a specific area.

The resonant treasures they carried could sense each other, but the greater the distance, the more blurred the perception became.

According to his deduction, there was actually no danger in this world, except for that dragon of unknown rank. "Senior Sister's luck has always been excellent. Could it be that she has made another discovery?"

But in fact, the witch didn't know whether her luck was good or bad.

Deep within a chaotic world, a girl in a black dress, holding a divine talisman, stealthily approached an ancient, pitch-black coffin.

That ancient coffin was extraordinary. It was placed in the air, connected by a rusty iron chain. It was more than three meters long and more than one and a half meters wide and high. The whole body was cast in black immortal gold, with amazing dark patterns and eerie black immortal light flowing through it. Even through the bone cauldron, the ominous aura made the girl in the black dress feel uneasy.

"Dark Immortal Gold... It's defying the heavens... Don't tell me there's an old monster buried inside..."

The witch was alarmed. Instead of being happy, she was very worried. This kind of celestial gold was an ominous sign in legends and had always been shrouded in mystery. It had been cast into a coffin, as if it were a silent reminder, making her hesitate.

But she was reluctant to leave. Immortal Gold was a rare find throughout history, and even the leaders of various sects might not possess a small piece. Such an opportunity was rare and hard to come by.

"If I take it back, it'll be enough to forge an invincible battle suit for my junior brother..." The witch was tempted and couldn't take her eyes off it.

The coffin was silent, emanating an ominous and eerie aura. Strands of black light, like menacing dark dragons, occasionally reached out towards the bone cauldron.

The witch was very careful. She manipulated the bone cauldron to the edge of the coffin, poked her little head out, and her mischievous eyes couldn't help but try to peer into the coffin, which had a crack in it.

It was so dark there, as if endless dark mist had gathered there, with not a single ray of light, so dark that it seemed to devour everything.

But the next moment, a faint light appeared there.

"This is……"

At this moment, the witch was terrified and her mind was shaken. A beautiful figure was enveloped in a ball of celestial light, seemingly floating upwards, yet also appearing to be approaching her.

The woman was beautiful, dressed in a black gauze dress, with a slender and graceful figure and a peaceful and serene face, like a sleeping beauty. However, there was a finger hole between her eyebrows, and to this day, a trace of bright red blood remains on her flawless white forehead, adding a touch of silent and tragic beauty to her.

"This is a celestial corpse..."

The moment the witch had this thought, she suddenly noticed that the woman seemed to be smiling, the corners of her mouth turned up, a faint smile appearing, and at the same time, even her eyes opened.

In that instant, their eyes met, and the witch's heart stopped for a moment. It was too sudden and incredibly eerie, but she had an urge to run away.

However, the moment she came to her senses, her eyes and the corners of her mouth hadn't moved at all; they remained unchanged, peaceful and serene, a beauty that was heartbreaking.

The witch couldn't help but back away; the eerie scene gave her the creeps.

"Senior, we may meet again someday. Farewell, may you rest in peace..."

As she spoke, she ran away, and with a flick of her divine talisman, the entire small cauldron was enveloped in a beam of light.

But at that moment, a rattling sound suddenly rang out in the air, as if some enormous creature was moving along with iron chains, causing the coffin to shake.

The witch was startled, and in the instant she turned around, she saw a scene she would never forget.

The dragon was boundless, its head ferocious, like a true dragon resurrected from ancient times, emerging from endless chaos. With the slightest movement, it seemed as if it would shatter the entire world.

However, its eyes were unusually empty, as if they had been gouged out, and black bloodstains still remained. Even between its eyebrows, there was a broken, black spear, as if its skull had been pierced.

The most terrifying thing was that a white-clad youth was sitting cross-legged on the top of that dragon's head.

He was too transcendent, dressed in white, with a majestic figure, sitting cross-legged on a dragon's head, like an unparalleled deity who had been sleeping since ancient times, exuding an indescribable and terrifying aura. With just one glance, her mind seemed to suffer a severe blow, and she involuntarily spat out a mouthful of blood.

"He's that Little White?!" The witch was shocked. If it weren't for the bone cauldron separating them, she couldn't imagine what the consequences would have been.

"What kind of world is this?!"

However, the dragon seemed to have its sights set on her and actually chased after her, which terrified her.

"Little White, stop chasing me. I already have someone I love. When your hair grows long enough to reach your waist, I'll find someone to marry you, okay?" The witch laughed, still full of playfulness even now.

But, upon hearing just that one sentence, the white-robed youth actually stirred, then slowly opened his eyes and responded, "Okay!"

The handwriting was simple and calm, and the voice was clear and crisp, causing the witch to widen her eyes as if she had seen a ghost. She let out a strange cry, took out a secret treasure, and ran away by tearing open space.

"My God, Little White is actually alive!"

"Junior brother... save me!"

Chapter 147 The Old Monster Who Climbed Out of the Cycle of Reincarnation

Meanwhile, Bai Ye on the other side also sensed the fluctuations in the energy of the space. The moment he looked up, a figure appeared not far away.

They possess a secret of resonance that allows them to pinpoint each other's approximate location.

But as soon as he saw her, he noticed that his senior sister was both excited and timid.

A month had passed, and she had lost all her shoes. She was barefoot, with her small, white feet exposed, and her dress was somewhat tattered.

"Little White... Little White is coming! Run!" The witch panicked and grabbed Bai Ye, running away.

"What Little White?" Bai Ye was a little confused, but then he suddenly realized something and thought of someone. "You...you wouldn't have really found the place of inheritance, would you?"

"without……"

The witch huddled inside the small cauldron, only her head peeking out, nervously looking behind her. Even in this chaos, where divine sense couldn't probe too far, she could still clearly feel that incredibly terrifying aura.

However, he did not run away. Instead, he stopped in the distance with the witch. He even had a guess that the little white thing was probably dead, and what he left behind was an unyielding obsession similar to that of the Lord of the Forbidden Zone.

"Crash..."

With the sound of chains rattling, a ferocious dragon head, resembling a prehistoric mountain, silently descended. It was enormous, its silhouette longer than a mountain range, making it difficult to see its entire body. The moment it reached out, endless chaotic mist surged.

But atop its head rests a young man in white.

He was so transcendent, like an ancient young king, with a flawless face, a tall and majestic figure, and an ethereal and holy appearance. He was surrounded by a halo of the Great Dao that seemed to appear and disappear, his white robes fluttering, his hair flying, and he sat cross-legged on the dragon's head, calmly watching the man and woman crammed inside a small cauldron.

However, his figure was also ethereal, with a dreamlike unreal quality, as if he did not belong to this world.