Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

However, with the Immortal Celestial Venerable dead and Mount Immortal in chaos, it has no time to concern itself with Devil Island. This has made Devil Island even more dangerous, attracting various forces and powerful figures from all sides, all eager to seek opportunities on this mysterious island.

Outside the misty Devil's Island, a bustling crowd gathered as several cultivators loudly solicited business, offering rides to the island. "Young brother, a top-grade spiritual herb will get you a ride on my spatial shuttle. It can completely conceal your presence and guarantees your safe arrival at Devil's Island." Their voices were filled with urgency and temptation, their eyes gleaming with greed.

"It's only a few miles, we can just fly there, why bother with a space shuttle?" someone scoffed, their face full of disdain. With that, they took to the air and sped away. But before they had even flown a hundred meters into the mist, a piercing scream rang out. The sound was filled with terror and despair, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Then, from within the thick fog a hundred feet away, a pair of lantern-like blood-red eyes emerged, flashing with a cold light and carrying a heavy killing intent. Without a doubt, this was a massive creature, lurking in the mist, specifically hunting cultivators preparing to enter Devil's Island. It was like a ghoul hidden in the shadows, waiting for its next prey.

"Another arrogant and pathetic fool." The group of cultivators sighed, their eyes filled with regret. Afterwards, they all used spatial artifacts to conceal their presence and flew towards Devil's Island. Everyone who entered Devil's Island knew the dangers there, but for the legendary opportunity, they were willing to take the risk.

"Look, there are people in that thick fog!" someone suddenly exclaimed. Everyone's eyes turned to the fog.

"My God! He actually wiped out those terrifying creatures in the fog with a mere wave of his hand!" Another exclamation rang out from the crowd. Within the fog, a figure casually raised his hand; a flash of light, and the terrifying creatures hidden in the mist instantly vanished. Such power was utterly astonishing.

"He even brought two dolls to Devil's Island! Who is he?" The crowd murmured, their eyes filled with doubt. Bringing two dolls to this dangerous island was simply unbelievable.

"Could he be a cult leader who brought his disciples to Devil's Island for training?" someone speculated. Various guesses arose one after another, and everyone was filled with curiosity about this mysterious figure.

In the mist, Cao Yusheng stared at Jiang Han with his mouth agape, as if looking at a monster. He never imagined that Jiang Han's strength was so terrifying; what he had just witnessed had completely overturned his understanding of power.

"This is just a glimpse of Master's power, don't make a fuss." Little Dot looked at Cao Yusheng with disdain, his eyes seeming to say that Cao Yusheng was ignorant and naive. In Little Dot's mind, Master Jiang Han was an omnipotent being, and what had just happened was nothing more than a casual act by his master.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Han appeared above Devil's Island with the two little ones. It was a massive island, like a continent, looming like a dark, ominous cloud, exuding an ancient aura, with a mysterious power flowing within it. The island was covered in rolling mountains and deep ravines, with various strange plants growing among them, emitting eerie glows. Occasionally, roars could be heard emanating from the depths of the island, sending chills down one's spine.

"Master, look over there!" Suddenly, the little boy exclaimed, staring incredulously at the east. The scene before him shocked him.

"Is there a river floating in the sky? What kind of river is this?!" Before Jiang Han could speak, Cao Yusheng couldn't help but exclaim. In the eastern sky, a vast river floated, its water a strange purple, flowing slowly. Ripples occasionally spread across the surface, shimmering with a mysterious light. Strange structures floated on both banks, appearing and disappearing, seemingly not of this world. This eerie yet magnificent sight inspired awe and filled people with curiosity, wondering what secrets this celestial river held.

In the dim sky, dark clouds, as black as ink, pressed heavily on the horizon, as if they might collapse at any moment and swallow the land whole. Within this suffocating gloom, a long river stretched across the land, radiating dazzling light. The light sometimes burned as fiercely as the sun, sometimes softened like moonlight, appearing strikingly out of place against the dark backdrop, yet strangely blending into the world. Above the river, lightning crackled, purple-black bolts of lightning like ferocious dragons, swirling and roaring above the water. Each strike caused a violent fluctuation of light in the river before it returned to its calm, continuing its flow towards the distant, unknown horizon.

This long river was incredibly wide; as far as the eye could see, the opposite bank was nowhere in sight, as if it had divided the entire world in two. The water was a pure, silvery-white, as if melted from countless pieces of the finest jade. As it flowed, a faint golden light mingled within it, like scattered gold dust in the Milky Way, shimmering brilliantly. That golden light wasn't dazzling, but it carried an indescribable sacredness and majesty, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

Jiang Han stood silently above the long river, dressed in a simple gray robe, the hem of which fluttered gently in the breeze. His face wasn't particularly handsome, but it was sharply defined, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable, seemingly able to see through the essence of all things. Beside him stood two children: one, about seven or eight years old, with a chubby face and eyes full of curiosity and bewilderment—this was Xiao Budian; the other, slightly older and chubby, with a mischievous look on his face—this was Cao Yusheng. The three of them weren't standing on solid ground, but rather on nothingness, yet they floated steadily above the long river.

The river was wider than anyone could imagine, its current calm and still, like a vast silver ribbon spread across the sky and earth, stretching as far as the eye could see. Beneath that tranquility, however, lay an indescribable oppressive force, as if some ancient beast lurked at the riverbed, inspiring a sense of dread.

"So many corpses!" the little boy suddenly exclaimed, his voice tinged with childish terror. He instinctively shivered, his small hands gripping Jiang Han's clothes tightly. Following his gaze, they saw corpses floating slowly in the calm current of the river. These corpses were of various forms; some wore tattered armor, others wielded broken divine weapons. Although they appeared to have been dead for many years, their skin remained in its original state, showing no signs of decay. From their lingering aura, one could vaguely sense the earth-shattering power they once possessed. Clearly, these were once terrifyingly powerful figures who had dominated their respective regions.

Just then, in the void not far ahead, some beings were gathering together and talking. Among them were human cultivators whose bodies were no different from humans and whose auras were calm; there were also powerful alien races with two horns on their heads and their bodies covered with hard scales; and there were winged races with two wings on their backs and their bodies radiating a scorching aura... Each of these beings had a powerful aura, and their eyes were flashing with desire and greed for the unknown. They had obviously come for the opportunities that might exist in this long river.

"Does anyone know the origin of this river?" a tall, burly human man with a full beard asked. His voice was loud and carried the ruggedness of someone who had been through many battles.

"As far as I've heard, there are various versions," a gaunt, ghostly-looking old man from another race said slowly, his voice hoarse and dry. "Some say it was formed from the immortal lightning of yesteryear, containing the supreme Dao of Thunder; others say it's the blood of a supreme being flowing within, containing the primordial power of a supreme being, which is why it has never dried up over the years, nourishing this strange world." "Then where is its source?" another young man, dressed in a magnificent robe and possessing an air of elegance, asked, his eyes filled with inquiry.

“It’s a celestial tomb,” a burly man carrying a giant axe and exuding a savage aura said with absolute certainty. “This entire river flows from that tomb!”

"How did these corpses in the river die?" The little boy couldn't contain his curiosity and stood on tiptoe to ask loudly in the direction of the creatures talking.

"Who knows!" The gaunt old man from another race shook his head, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. "Perhaps only when we reach that immortal tomb can we unravel this mystery. Let's go, stop looking. Countless cultivators have already gone before us. If we're any later, we might not even get a taste of the soup."

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The clamor of these creatures filled the air, a cacophony of speculation and rumors adding to the eeriness and allure of this mysterious river. Jiang Han remained expressionless, as if the discussions were irrelevant to him. He slowly raised his right hand, his fingers gently tracing a line in the air. Ripples spread across the river's surface, and then a seven-colored passage appeared out of thin air. This passage, like a vibrant ribbon, stretched along the river's source, its walls shimmering with seven different lights and radiating powerful spatial fluctuations.

"Let's go." Jiang Han's voice was calm and even. After landing, he held the little one in one hand and carried Cao Yusheng in the other, and stepped into the seven-colored passage.

In the blink of an eye, the scene before them changed like shattered glass; the long river, the corpses, and the talking creatures all disappeared, replaced by a completely new landscape.

"The Immortal's Tomb, is this it?!" As soon as he stepped out of the passage, Cao Yusheng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. His eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

They stood at the source of the surging celestial river. Ahead lay a hazy expanse, with endless holy light shimmering like a tide, illuminating the entire world. At the same time, countless bolts of lightning surged and leaped within the holy light, crackling and hissing, carrying the aura of destruction and rebirth. Layers of mist, like a veil, shrouded the area ahead, making it appear indistinct and mysterious, as if concealing the most fundamental secrets of the world.

In the hazy light and mist, a colossal tomb could be vaguely seen. The tomb soared into the clouds, reaching dozens of feet high, resembling a small mountain peak, exuding an ancient and weathered aura. The surging celestial river beneath their feet flowed from this massive tomb, stretching majestically into the distance, nourishing everything in its path, and burying countless powerful beings.

Of course, the scene was not clearly visible, because around the tomb, various strange runes were constantly flashing and flowing. These runes were ancient and obscure, containing the Daoist charm of the beginning of heaven and earth; endless holy light and violent lightning intertwined together to form a natural barrier, firmly blocking the outside world's view and making it impossible for people to see the true appearance of the immortal tomb.

At this moment, a large number of cultivators had gathered around the tomb. These cultivators were densely packed, like ants scattered throughout the void. They were of various forms, from different races, and their auras varied in strength. Among them were some beings whose auras were unfathomable, like deep pools and towering mountains. These were all powerful figures who could command the winds and rains within their respective races. Their gazes were fixed on the immortal tomb, their eyes filled with solemnity and anticipation.

"That immortal tomb is right ahead, why doesn't anyone go up to seek their fortune?" Little Dot looked at the immortal tomb that was so close yet no one approached, scratched his head, and asked with a face full of doubt.

"How could there be no one? It's just that all those who were preparing to be buried are dead and have all drifted away with the Milky Way!" said a pale-faced young cultivator who was clearly frightened. His voice was filled with lingering fear.

"What?! How did those people die?! No wonder there were so many corpses in the river!" Cao Yusheng's eyes widened in shock. He finally understood why there were so many powerful corpses in the river.

"It's like a heavenly tribulation," a middle-aged cultivator who had experienced the previous horror said with lingering fear, his eyes filled with terror. "There was purple divine lightning, golden heavenly fire, and black gale-force winds. It was terrifying. Even a powerful expert in the Heavenly God Realm couldn't survive more than three seconds. They would be instantly reduced to ashes or severely injured, falling into the Heavenly River and drifting away with the current!"

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The surrounding cultivators stared intently at the immortal tomb at the source of the Milky Way, discussing amongst themselves. A cacophony of exclamations, fears, and curiosity mingled together, creating a cacophony of sounds.

Jiang Han didn't display the same excessive emotion as the others. He simply stood quietly to the side, his gaze deeply fixed on the immortal tomb. In his perception, an extremely mysterious power seemed to flow slowly within the tomb. This power was ancient, vast, and sacred, as if it contained the origin and end of the entire universe, causing even him to feel a slight tremor. He knew that the primordial energy mentioned by the system was very likely hidden within this immortal tomb, but he didn't rush into action, instead waiting for the optimal moment. (End of Chapter)