Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

Above the five-finger imprint, in the distant sky, space appeared as if torn silk, revealing a massive rift. Within the rift, instead of darkness, flowed an indescribable mist of light, its colors chaotic, sometimes transforming into golden lightning, sometimes into cyan wind blades, and sometimes coalescing into a black vortex, emanating an aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

The crack continued to widen, eventually forming an enormous portal. Within the portal emerged a massive, dazzling halo of light, its golden rays blazing and blotting out the sky, as if it were about to compress and fill the entire vast天地 (heaven and earth). The halo was not static, but slowly rotating, each rotation accompanied by the birth and death of Dao runes, emitting a buzzing sound like ten thousand thunderclaps.

At this moment, all the cultivators in the Xuan Domain felt the immense aura emanating from the portal. It was an indescribable pressure, as if a terrifying being that had slumbered for countless ages was about to awaken. Every wisp of its aura carried world-destroying power, causing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to stagnate.

"Has the Ancestor...has he truly descended this time?" Inside the Martial King's Mansion, Qin Yining looked up at the sky, her face as pale as paper. Her magnificent palace attire trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from that familiar yet terrifying aura.

"Don't be afraid, Yining." Shi Ziling hugged his wife tightly, unconsciously tightening his grip on the spear in his hand. The spear tip cut through the air with a piercing whistle. "Hasn't he already been defeated by his benefactor once? With his benefactor here, he can't cause any trouble."

“No, this time is different.” Qin Yining’s voice was filled with deep worry. She subconsciously touched an ancient jade pendant on her chest. “My clan has battle armor, which is rumored to be a supreme artifact that has been fully revived. Last time, our ancestor suffered a loss, so he must have brought the battle armor down to the mortal realm this time.”

Her words, like a boulder thrown into a lake, stirred ripples in the hearts of everyone in the Martial King's Mansion. Supreme Artifacts! These were treasures existing only in ancient legends, said to contain a complete Great Dao, enough to allow the wielder to roam the world freely. If the Immortal Celestial Venerable truly descended with the revived Supreme Battle Armor, the consequences…

"Has another giant descended to the mortal realm?"

"Look at this gate, its imposing presence seems far stronger than that of the previous giants!"

Across the eight regions, countless cultivators gazed up at the enormous scene in the void, their faces filled with shock and bewilderment. They could feel the terrifying pressure emanating from the portal, yet they couldn't comprehend why such a strange phenomenon had suddenly appeared.

Just then, the portal in the scene underwent a new change. Countless obscure and incomprehensible runes emerged from the depths of the portal, shimmering with the light of the Great Dao, like the birth and death of a galaxy, like morning dew rolling in the sunset. These runes intertwined and entwined, forming chains of laws, radiating a chaotic light that illuminated the entire Xuan Domain's sky like a mythical painting.

"The Immortal Celestial Venerable!"

A powerful figure from the upper realm, who was searching for opportunities in the Xuan Domain, suddenly exclaimed in disbelief. Pointing to the runes that were gradually becoming clearer within the portal, his fingers trembled with excitement, "This is the 'Eternal Dao Rune'! Besides the Eternal Celestial Venerable, who else could invoke such a pure law of immortality?"

Tsk-!
As if in response to his words, the portal in the void took shape completely. A blinding white light burst forth from the portal, dispelling all the chaotic light mist. When the light faded, a black tiger tens of thousands of feet tall with wings appeared out of nowhere, hovering above the ruins of the Immortal Mountain.

This black tiger was covered in scales as sharp as refined iron, each scale shimmering with a chilling black light. Its pair of fleshy wings, when spread, were as large as clouds hanging from the sky, their edges flowing with black light, carrying a terrifying aura. With just a slight flap of its wings, thunderclouds filled the entire Xuan Domain, and the sky shattered like fragile glass, revealing the deep void.

"An ancient ferocious beast, the Black... Black Winged Tiger!" The Venerables below stared in disbelief, as if their souls had been ripped out. "It actually willingly became someone else's mount!"

The Black-Winged Tiger was a fearsome creature in ancient times, feeding on stars and tearing apart space; even the giants of the upper realms were unwilling to provoke it easily. Now, such a terrifying beast has become someone else's mount—how could this not be shocking?
Where are you?!

Just as all the cultivators in the Eight Domains were focused on the Black Winged Tiger, a voice that was ethereal, elusive, yet as powerful as rolling thunder, resounded from the Xuan Domain and instantly spread throughout the entire Eight Domains.

The voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens, yet it also seemed to ring right beside one's ears, carrying an ancient and majestic aura that instilled awe in all who heard it. As the voice faded, the talismanic light in the distant sky poured down upon the earth like a waterfall, accompanied by an incomprehensible chanting, a sound that seemed to contain some profound truth, causing the laws of heaven and earth to resonate with it.

Then, amidst countless horrified gazes, a colossal figure materialized above the Black-Winged Tiger. This figure, a thousand feet tall, stood atop the tiger's back, its entire body enveloped in a dazzling silver halo, each halo inscribed with profound runes. It wore a purple-gold crown and ancient silver armor, its face indistinct, yet it exuded an aura of overlooking all living beings, like a deity surveying the three realms.

"My God! This giant from the Upper Realm has an aura that far surpasses that of the other giants!"

"Could it be that even among giants like them, there is a world of difference in strength?"

Who is he looking for?

The cultivators from the eight regions were abuzz with discussion, their hearts filled with shock and confusion. They could sense the terrifying power contained within that figure, a pressure far surpassing that of any previous lower realm giants, as if its mere aura could crush mountains and boil rivers and seas.

"The Immortal Celestial Venerable, how could he have descended here!"

"If I remember correctly, he hasn't descended to the mortal realm for nearly eight thousand years."

"When did his mount change from a celestial phoenix to a black-winged tiger? Did the celestial phoenix betray him? Haha!" "Didn't you notice that his lineage in the Xuan Domain has become ruins? As far as I know, his avatar descended to the mortal realm half a month ago, but it was destroyed there."

"What? Such a thing exists! No wonder he came with such overwhelming rage! I never imagined that the Xuan Domain harbored such a terrifying existence!"

"As expected, the Eight Realms of the Lower Realm are not as simple as we thought!"

The powerful figures from the upper realms, scattered throughout the eight domains, were now focusing their attention on the Immortal Celestial. Their gazes varied: some held reverence, some fear, and some gloated.

Above the Medicine Capital, the five overlord-level giants beside Jiang Han glanced at the Immortal Venerable in the void, a strange look flashing in their eyes.

“It’s him…” a short, stout giant holding a whisk said in a low voice, his fat face trembling slightly, “The Immortal Venerable of Immortality, the founder of the Immortal Sect of Immortality in the Upper Realm, with a cultivation level of the Great Perfection of the Escape One Realm, he is a well-known overlord in the Upper Realm.”

“More than just a hegemon.” Another giant with a sinister expression interjected, his eyes filled with deep apprehension. “Two thousand years ago, it was with that fully revived Supreme Battle Armor that he killed the ‘Blood River Ancestor,’ who was also a hegemon. Since then, every giant in the Upper Realm knows that he possesses this treasure, and it is precisely because of this that the Dao lineage of the Immortal Mountain in the Lower Realm has been able to survive countless calamities without perishing.”

He paused, his gaze shifting to Jiang Han's direction, his tone becoming somewhat grave: "Now we're in trouble. Once the Immortal Venerable dons his battle armor, even if we join forces, we might not be his match. Moreover, he's clearly here for...that person."

The crowd fell silent, their expressions growing increasingly grim. They had initially thought that while Jiang Han was powerful, he might not be able to contend with a true veteran overlord, especially the Immortal Venerable who possessed a supreme artifact. But now it seemed that the situation in the lower realm had spiraled out of their control.

"Fight again!"

Just then, the Immortal Venerable roared again, the anger in his voice almost tangible, causing the entire sky of the Xuan Domain to change color. He suddenly raised his hand, pointing towards the desolate region, his eyes shooting out two beams of dark light that seemed to penetrate the barriers of space, directly locking onto a certain target.

"Jiang Han!" His voice, like thunder from the heavens, echoed across the eight regions. "You destroyed my lineage and severed my avatar. Today, I will make sure your soul and spirit are annihilated as a warning to others!"

As he finished speaking, the Black-Winged Tiger let out a deafening roar, its massive wings flapping violently, tearing through the void as it shot towards the desolate region. The portal in the void shone brightly, and more runes surged forth, seemingly paving the way for the arrival of the Immortal Celestial.

Above the Medicine Capital, Jiang Han quietly watched the scene in the void, his face expressionless. The bone tower beside him trembled slightly, and the bone patterns on its body shone brightly, as if it had become excited after sensing the aura of the Immortal Venerable.

"They've arrived..." Jiang Han muttered to himself, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Good, saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one."

He slowly raised his hand, pointing in the direction where the Immortal Celestial had descended. The next moment, an even more terrifying aura erupted from his body, like a sleeping dragon awakening, causing the entire desolate region to change color.

A battle destined to shake the eight realms is about to begin. But what ancient secrets and earth-shattering conspiracies lie hidden behind this war? No one knows. Only the mysterious bone tower floating beside Jiang Han and the dormant first spiritual root behind him seem to indicate that this turmoil is only the beginning.

"Could it be that the person who destroyed the Immortal Mountain lineage in the Xuan Domain was none other than the Desolate Domain's Ancestor Hongjun?!"

Above the vast expanse of the Eight Realms, a voice filled with boundless shock suddenly resounded. The speaker was the Thunder Punishment Venerable from the Thunder Domain, whose surrounding purple lightning was now chaotic due to his turbulent emotions, like a candle flame flickering in a gale. He stared intently at the figure standing above the Medicine Capital in the image, his pupils reflecting an old man clad in a dark yellow Daoist robe, whose seemingly ordinary face exuded endless vicissitudes—Ancestor Hongjun.

"In other words, it was he who destroyed the Immortal Venerable's avatar half a month ago!" Following closely behind was the Crimson Flame Demon from the Fire Domain. His hair, which had been churning like lava, now solidified into several ferocious fire snakes, and his voice trembled with disbelief. Half a month ago, in the earth-shattering battle in the Profound Domain, the protective array of the Immortal Mountain lineage was forcibly torn apart, and the Immortal Venerable's avatar left in the Profound Domain was instantly annihilated. At that time, all the major forces in the Eight Domains thought that it was the work of a reclusive giant from the Upper Realm, but they never expected that the mastermind behind it all was the unknown Ancestor Hongjun from this Desolate Domain.

Gazing at the Immortal Venerable who, with a single stride, traversed the endless void from the Profound Domain and appeared above the Desolate Medicine Capital, the giants of the Eight Domains' Upper Realms froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, their turbid eyes filled with horror. The figure was surrounded by black and white energies, each step seemingly treading on a point in time and space, trailing behind him a galaxy woven from countless runes—the "Reversing Fate Galaxy" divine power passed down through the ages by the Immortal Mountain.

"So they are the same person!" The Snow Goddess from the Ice Domain murmured to herself. At this moment, fine cracks appeared on the millennia-old Xuanbing armor around her body, a sign that extreme fear had caused her divine power to go out of control. She suddenly recalled a scene she had witnessed on the edge of the desolate region a few months ago—a mysterious old man casually pointed a finger and turned an Ice Soul Xuan Wolf that had been rampaging for thousands of years into ashes. At the time, she thought it was just some wandering cultivator passing by, but now, thinking back, that figure vaguely overlapped with the Hongjun Ancestor before her.

"Fortunately, so far only one being beyond our control has appeared in the lower realm. Otherwise, the eight domains of the lower realm would truly be too terrifying." Chaos True Man stroked his long, white beard, his tone filled with the relief of surviving a calamity. Beside him, the Black Gold Sparrow Venerable suddenly flapped its wings, golden light scattering across its dark feathers, but not in an offensive posture, but rather an instinctive defensive reaction. These two giants, who could make an entire star field tremble with a stomp of their feet in the upper realm, were now like cubs facing their natural enemy, their hair standing on end.

At this moment, the clouds above the Medicine Capital were stirred into a boiling pot by two terrifying auras. The Immortal Venerable stood atop a giant tiger covered in jet-black scales and with three pairs of bony wings on its back—the Black-Winged Tiger. This beast exhaled chilling ghostly air, each breath causing the temperature of the Medicine Capital below to plummet by dozens of degrees, and fine ice flowers even condensed on the bluestone bricks of the streets. The Immortal Venerable was completely unconcerned; his icy gaze, like two poisoned daggers, was precisely fixed on Jiang Han, and his aura was like a peerless, deadly sword about to be drawn, becoming more refined and terrifying with each passing second.

"Changed your mount so quickly?" Jiang Han stood atop the tallest tower in the Medicine Capital, his arms crossed, his robes fluttering in the wind. A half-smile played on his lips as his gaze fell on the black-winged tiger beneath the feet of the Immortal Venerable, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm. "I remember last time in the Profound Domain, you rode a golden, shimmering divine bird, something like the 'Nine Heavens Patrol Sea Sparrow'? What, did that bird think you were too weak and fly away?" (End of Chapter)