Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

Suddenly, as if drawn by some force, some blood splattered up and landed on his indestructible armor. Instantly, a hissing sound rang out from the surface of the armor, wisps of smoke rose up, and the once smooth and shiny armor was corroded with tiny holes at a visible speed. The corrosive force even penetrated the armor and faintly stung his skin.

"Blood Pool Appears, Annihilate!" With another divine thought exploding in the void from the Supreme Being's eyes, the entire void began to violently distort, as if being brutally kneaded by an invisible hand. At the center of the distortion, a massive blood pool slowly appeared, its filthy blood churning and boiling, radiating a strange, chilling power. That power, like countless invisible hands, pulled at the War Clan Chief's soul and body, attempting to devour him whole. At the edge of the blood pool, countless wronged souls faintly howled and struggled, their cries piercingly mournful, sending chills down one's spine.

Gazing at the pool of blood, not only powerful overlords like the Gluttonous King, who dominated their respective regions, but also the usually aloof sect leaders of the Self-Slaying Realm finally understood why those who had disappeared earlier had only left behind their skins. It wasn't a simple massacre; the pool of blood had devoured them, skin and bones, soul and body together! Thinking of this, a chill ran down their spines, and their gazes towards the pool were filled with terror. The Gluttonous King subconsciously touched his stomach; his eyes, once filled with appetite, were now filled with deep dread.

"Silver Lightning!" the Zhan Clan patriarch roared, his voice filled with determination. His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, each imbued with the profound principles of heaven and earth. Instantly, various precious lights appeared in the void, like countless stars. Then, the winds and clouds changed color, and lightning surged down like a torrential downpour, turning the entire sky into a sea of ​​lightning. Purple, blue, and golden lightning intertwined, forming a massive electric net that enveloped half the sky.

Then, before the War Clan Chief, a Thunder Pool slowly condensed. Within the Thunder Pool were various forms of lightning: there were Yin Arcs of Lightning, radiating a chilling aura that seemed to freeze time; there were Five Elements Divine Thunders, lightning of the five attributes—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—intertwining and containing the inexhaustible power of creation; and there were Chaotic Lightning, a hazy gray expanse carrying a terrifying, world-shaking power. This was the Thunder Dao Grand Technique passed down from the War Clan's ancestor, possessing boundless power. Now, the War Clan Chief had unleashed it to its fullest extent, directly condensing a real Thunder Pool!

With a deafening "crack!", lightning crackled and thunder roared within the Thunder Pool. Even a single streak of lightning, casually flickering from within, struck a distant mountain peak, instantly shattering it into dust. The terrifying force spread outwards, causing surrounding cultivators to retreat hastily, fearing the aftershocks. The Thunder Pool and the Blood Pool faced each other across the void, two drastically different and terrifying forces colliding and testing each other, producing hissing sounds. The air itself was torn apart by these two forces, forming visible spatial rifts.

Finally, as if propelled by an invisible force, the two pools collided with a devastating force. At the moment of their collision, the entire world seemed to freeze. Then, an unparalleled light suddenly erupted, so dazzling that all the cultivators present instinctively closed their eyes. Even the most powerful sect leaders felt a stinging pain in their senses, as if being pricked by needles. Within the light lay the ferocity of lightning and the corrosive power of blood; the two forces clashed violently, producing a deafening roar.

Boom! After a deafening roar, the dazzling light finally faded. Everyone opened their eyes and saw that the War Clan Chief was in a terrible state. His golden armor, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, was shattered into pieces, fragments scattered all over the ground, still bearing traces of corrosion. He was covered in wounds, deep cuts that revealed bone, from which flowed golden blood—the War Clan's unique essence blood, each drop containing immense life force, yet flowing out so easily, showing the severity of his injuries. He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into several towering mountains and destroying the distant forests beyond recognition. Rows of trees felled, and huge ravines appeared in the ground, as if gnawed by a giant beast.

"Zhan Yuan has actually been defeated!" a cultivator exclaimed in disbelief. The name Zhan Yuan was like a myth in the Three Thousand Dao Continents; his power was deeply ingrained in people's minds. But now, this myth had been shattered before their very eyes.

"He's one of the top ten strongest experts in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces! Even he's no match for this Supreme Eye?" another sect leader at the Self-Slaying Realm muttered to himself, his eyes filled with shock. He had originally thought that with Zhan Yuan's strength, even if he couldn't win, he could at least put up a fight against the Supreme Eye, but he never expected the outcome to be so lopsided. This deepened his fear of the Supreme Eye, and a profound sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

Seeing the Zhan Clan Chief return, his face as pale as paper, the group of sect leaders were horrified, their eyes filled with disbelief. They could clearly sense that the Zhan Clan Chief's aura had become extremely chaotic; his once vast and profound divine power was now reduced to a trickle, clearly on the verge of exhaustion.

"If I hadn't only had one eye, I could have instantly annihilated thousands of you ants." The Supreme Being's pupil slowly rotated in the void, its gaze filled with icy killing intent, its thoughts clearly penetrating the minds of everyone present. It was clearly dissatisfied with its failure to instantly kill the War Clan Chief, feeling it had lost face. The arrogance and disdain in its tone were like the sharpest whip, lashing fiercely at the hearts of every cultivator present.

"This guy holds an extraordinary position in this foreign land. Although we're only facing one of his eyes right now, we can't be careless. Attack together!" The Demon King's expression was extremely serious. He knew that they had reached a critical juncture of life and death. If they continued to fight individually, they would likely only face certain death. He unleashed several terrifying beams of light, beams formed from his life's cultivation, imbued with dark demonic energy. Wherever they passed, even light was swallowed up, as if they could pierce through the entire world.

The Gluttonous King, the Old Celestial, the Ancient Golden Clan Chief, and the other sect leaders of the Self-Slaying Realm didn't hesitate for a moment. They knew the Demon King was right; there was no turning back now. They immediately unleashed their strongest attacks. In an instant, hundreds of terrifying attacks converged and intertwined in the void, forming a massive attack net that simultaneously struck towards the Supreme Eye. Among these attacks was the Gluttonous King's devouring power, like a giant black hole, threatening to suck everything in; the Old Celestial's power of time, imbued with age and decay, aiming to instantly reduce the Supreme Eye to dust; and the Ancient Golden Clan Chief's metal-based divine power, with golden blades slicing through the void, gleaming with a chilling light.

"Ants are still ants, what use are they no matter how many there are!" The Supreme Being's disdainful divine thought descended once more, followed by a roar that exploded like thunder. Its eyes instantly turned from pitch black to crimson, like two surging seas of blood, and an intense killing intent surged forth like a bursting river, sweeping across the entire sky. Wherever it passed, the sky darkened, the air seemed to solidify, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

With a whoosh, a torrent of blood erupted from the eye, no ordinary liquid, but a sea of ​​blood formed from endless resentment, killing intent, and corrosive power. Wherever it passed, the void twisted and collapsed, forming enormous black holes, as if even space itself was about to be swallowed by this sea of ​​blood. Within the sea of ​​blood, countless hideous faces flashed by—the remnants of souls devoured by it, now struggling and howling in agony, adding to the terror. In an instant, the sea of ​​blood intertwined and merged with the attacks of countless cultivators. On one side was the combined power of hundreds of experts, on the other, the terrifying sea of ​​blood from the Supreme Eye. The two forces collided and clashed wildly in the void, producing ear-piercing sounds. Various lights exploded within the sea of ​​blood, only to be quickly swallowed up, while the sea of ​​blood's advance was also halted by these attacks. For a moment, the two were locked in a stalemate.

"How is this possible? Even if we combine all our strength, it won't work?" a sect leader at the Self-Severing Realm cried out in despair, his face filled with hopelessness. He could feel his divine power being rapidly depleted, while the sea of ​​blood continued to relentlessly assault their defenses as if it were endless.

"Has the Supreme Being become this terrifying? We can't even contend with a single eyeball!" Another cultivator slumped in the void, staring at the ever-approaching sea of ​​blood, his eyes filled with terror. He recalled the records of the Supreme Being in his clan's ancient texts. Those records were already exaggerated enough, but seeing it with his own eyes now, he realized that the descriptions in the ancient texts were far less than one ten-thousandth of the truth.

"Damn it! Must we perish here before even reaching the borderlands to fight?" The War Clan Chief clutched his chest, coughing up a mouthful of golden blood, his eyes filled with resentment. He had fought countless battles throughout his life, facing death countless times, but never before had he felt such despair. The borderlands were their true battlefield; he hadn't even had a chance to shed his blood there, and now he was to die at the hands of this inexplicable Supreme Eye?

Countless cultivators poured their divine power into the divine light above, gritting their teeth and using their last ounce of strength. Even so, they could only barely slow the approach of the sea of ​​blood. As their divine power continued to deplete, the cultivators' faces gradually turned pale, and their breathing became noticeably erratic. Some of the weaker cultivators began to sway precariously; their bodies, weakened by the exhaustion of their divine power, developed fine cracks, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

Boom! Finally, with another shout from the Supreme Eye, the sea of ​​blood suddenly boiled, countless bubbles bursting within it, each releasing terrifying energy. The terrifying energy contained within the sea of ​​blood rose to another level, and the momentum that had been blocked suddenly surged forward, advancing wildly like a runaway horse.

In that instant, the sea of ​​blood seemed to come alive, accelerating violently and annihilating the combined attack of countless powerful cultivators with overwhelming force. Those attacks, which embodied the lifelong cultivation of the cultivators, shattered and melted instantly before the sea of ​​blood, like fragile glass.

"Pfft, pfft!" Countless powerful figures were struck by the recoil, spitting out blood and swaying. Gazing at the surging sea of ​​blood, their pupils constricted inexplicably, a sense of dread from the depths of their souls rising within them. The sea of ​​blood drew ever closer; they could even smell its nauseating stench and feel the power that threatened to completely corrode and devour them.

Crack, crack! However, just when everyone thought they were doomed and about to be swallowed by the sea of ​​blood, and endless resentment welled up in the eyes of the cultivators, the vast sea of ​​blood suddenly stopped. Then, as if a frozen lake had been struck by a terrible blow, the sea of ​​blood shattered into huge chunks that crashed down onto the earth below. Each chunk of blood landed with a dull thud, creating a huge crater, and the residual corrosive power within caused the earth to continuously emit white smoke.

"What happened?" A cultivator stared blankly at the sudden turn of events, momentarily unable to process what had transpired. The shadow of death that had just loomed over him had vanished in an instant, leaving him with a feeling of being in another world.

"Has it been the progenitors within the Imperial Pass who made their move!" A glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of another cultivator. He looked up towards the Imperial Pass, as if he could see those slumbering progenitors opening their eyes, radiating supreme majesty. In this moment of despair, the progenitors within the Imperial Pass were their only hope.

The group of sect leaders were stunned, staring at the smoking blood clots below, wiping the cold sweat from their brows with lingering fear. They could sense that the force that had just stopped the sea of ​​blood was extremely powerful, far exceeding their imagination, even more terrifying than the power unleashed by the War Clan Chief. That power was like an invisible giant hand, effortlessly defusing this catastrophic disaster.

"Who!" The Supreme Being's pupils contracted sharply, a hint of seriousness flashing in its originally crimson eyes. Its dark gaze swept rapidly across the surroundings, leaving no corner unchecked, finally settling on one direction. The space there rippled slightly, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

Soon, a young man, accompanied by two exquisitely carved dolls and a beautiful woman, slowly approached, stepping on ripples in the void. The young man appeared unremarkable, dressed in simple clothes, yet he exuded an aura of harmony with heaven and earth, as if he were a part of this world, both ordinary and extraordinary. (End of Chapter)