Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

She tried to struggle and resist, but the force gripping her neck was like the binding law of heaven and earth, rendering her unable to move even a finger. She could only watch helplessly as the hand, glowing with two-colored divine light, fell repeatedly, slapping her face time and time again.

Even more terrifying is that every time her head is slapped open, the splattered flesh and blood fragments and primordial spirit fragments are instantly gathered together by an invisible force and reformed into a head—meaning that she cannot even escape death and can only endure this endless humiliation and pain.

In a short span of time, a full 108 slaps landed. During that time, Jin Taijun's head exploded and reformed a total of 36 times!

Outside the desolate star field, the cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were dumbfounded, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets in shock.

Outside the Jin family's cave, the Jin family elders were ashen-faced, and several elders even fainted from anger—they never imagined that the high and mighty Jin Taijun would end up like this.

In the ancestral land of the Stone Clan, countless stone figures raised their arms and let out a deep cheer, the sound converging into a torrent that soared into the sky.

In a small town in the lower realm, an old man with white hair gazed at the sky, two lines of clear tears streaming down his cloudy eyes. He bowed deeply in the direction of Jiang Han: "If the spirits of the Seventh Prince are present, they should know that the hatred of today has been avenged!"

Even Wang Changsheng and Zhao Haotian were ashen-faced, their hands trembling slightly as they gripped their weapons. They hadn't expected that their intervention would not only fail to save Jin Taijun, but would instead subject her to even greater humiliation.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, you truly deserve the title of the number one person below the Immortal Path!"

Sensing that Jin Taijun's aura had become so weak as to be almost imperceptible, and that the light of her primordial spirit was like a candle flickering in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment, Wang Changsheng and Zhao Haotian took a deep breath, as if they had finally made up their minds.

They exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

"Zheng!"

A resounding metallic clang suddenly rang out, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, carrying an aura of dominance that made all living beings in the heavens and earth tremble.

In the void in front of Wang Changsheng, a dazzling immortal light suddenly burst forth, followed by a battle halberd slowly appearing.

The halberd was about eight feet long, forged entirely from an unknown golden metal. Its tip was so sharp it seemed capable of cleaving the heavens, and the shaft was engraved with countless dragon and tiger patterns, each flowing with a faint celestial glow. The moment it appeared, it exuded an aura that suppressed eternity, forcibly pushing back the surrounding chaotic air currents and revealing a clear void.

"The Xuanyuan Battle Halberd!" A knowledgeable old cultivator exclaimed in shock, his voice filled with profound astonishment. "It's the Xuanyuan Battle Halberd, the treasured immortal artifact of the Wang family! Legend has it that this halberd once pierced through three Great Saints from another realm and severed one of the Demon Lord's arms during the final battle of the Immortal Ancient Era!"

Almost simultaneously, a soft yet majestic light shone before Zhao Haotian. A gigantic scroll slowly unfurled, stretching across the void, blotting out the sky and the sun.

On the scroll, magnificent mountains and rivers unfold, the sun and moon revolve, and large stars slowly rotate within it. Countless living beings can even be seen thriving and multiplying, presenting a complete and realistic world. It lies there silently, yet exudes a terrifying pressure, as if it intends to encompass the entire heavens and earth, suppressing the universe!
"The Ten Realms Map! It's the Zhao family's Ten Realms Map!" another old cultivator exclaimed. "Back when the Immortal Ancient Era was destroyed, it was this Ten Realms Map that absorbed billions of living beings, leaving a spark of life for the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths! Legend has it that the map seals ten small worlds. Once trapped inside, unless your cultivation can overwhelm the map's owner, you will never be able to escape!"

These two magical artifacts are far too famous!
They are symbols of the ancient immortal era, the foundation upon which the Wang and Zhao families established themselves in the Imperial Pass, and legends that countless cultivators have only seen in ancient books!

Everyone thought that these two immortal artifacts had been lost in the ancient war between immortals, but unexpectedly, they had been kept in secret by the supreme rulers of the Wang and Zhao families!

“Fellow Daoist Hongjun, since they possess immortal artifacts, why don’t you lend me this battle flag?”

In the distance, Meng Tianzheng's voice suddenly rang out. He raised his hand and waved, and a tattered strip of cloth flew out from his sleeve and hovered in front of him.

The strip of cloth was extremely tattered, covered in wrinkles and countless holes, as if it would rot completely at any moment. It was stained with dark red blood, which, despite being millions of years old, still exuded a faint aura of slaughter, and one could vaguely hear the shouts of countless warriors echoing from within it.

"The Immortal King's Shroud!" Upon seeing this tattered cloth, Wang Changsheng and Zhao Haotian's expressions changed drastically at the same time, and their pupils shrank sharply.

The name of this tattered cloth is even more terrifying than the Xuanyuan War Halberd and the Ten Realms Diagram!

Legend has it that at the end of the Immortal Ancient Era, it enveloped the corpses of two fallen Immortal Kings, tainting them with their essence and endless battle spirits. For millions of years, countless Supreme Beings have coveted it, but all have been injured by the terrifying battle aura it contains. One Supreme Being even defied the supernatural and forcibly attempted to refine it, only to have his primordial spirit torn apart by the battle spirit within the cloth, ultimately meeting a tragic end.

"I have no need for this!"

Jiang Han glanced at the Immortal King's Shroud and shook his head slightly. He could sense the terrifying power contained within the tattered cloth, but he had no intention of borrowing it.

As he took a step forward, the dual-colored divine light around him suddenly receded, replaced by two more ancient and primal auras.

A wisp of grayish-brown energy rose from his left foot, like the primordial chaos, exuding an aura that encompassed all things yet also destroyed everything; a wisp of pale purple-gold energy rose from his right foot, like the first ray of light at the beginning of the world, containing the Daoist principles of creation and vitality.

These two streams of energy slowly rotated, forming a giant Tai Chi diagram around his body. The Yin and Yang poles of the Tai Chi diagram were respectively composed of the primordial energy of all things and the primordial energy of chaos. At the point where the two poles met, countless Dao runes were born and then quickly disappeared, as if enacting the entire process of the universe from birth to death.

"The Primordial Qi of All Things? The Primordial Qi?" Wang Changsheng exclaimed in shock, his hand gripping the Xuanyuan Battle Halberd trembling. "How is this possible! Aren't these two kinds of Qi only existing at the beginning of creation? They have long since dissipated in the river of time!"

Zhao Haotian was also horrified. Looking at the Tai Chi diagram surrounding Jiang Han, he felt a profound awe welling up from the depths of his soul—a reverence for the origin of heaven and earth, a submission to the power of creation. In the desolate star field, Jiang Han stood in the center of the Tai Chi diagram, his black robes fluttering in the gale. He looked at Wang Changsheng and Zhao Haotian, who wielded immortal artifacts, his eyes showing no fear, only a detached indifference as he prepared for an impending, satisfying battle.

"Come on," he said slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, "Let me see just how capable this ancient immortal artifact really is."

Throughout the heavens and earth, countless cultivators held their breath, their eyes fixed on the scene in the sky.

A true showdown of titans is about to begin.

On one side is the Hongjun Ancestor, who appeared out of nowhere and mastered the primordial energy of all things and the primordial chaos energy; on the other side are two supreme beings who possess ancient immortal artifacts and have guarded the Imperial Pass for millions of years.

This battle is destined to be etched in the annals of history, becoming an eternal legend.

In the center of the battlefield, a huge Tai Chi diagram was slowly rising and falling.

The Tai Chi diagram was a thousand feet in diameter, with faint chaotic currents flowing around its edges, as if it had existed since the beginning of time. The Yin and Yang poles in the diagram were clearly defined, yet they were constantly merging—at the Yang pole, the hazy primordial energy surged endlessly, each wisp of energy seemingly condensed from billions of years of time, carrying both the violent force to tear everything apart and the tranquility to encompass all things; at the Yin pole, the pale golden primordial energy of all things flowed quietly, seemingly gentle, yet in its flow, it manifested the phantoms of mountains, rivers, grasses, trees, stars, sun, and moon, as if it could give birth to countless worlds.

At the very center of the Tai Chi diagram, at the core of the formation, floats a red seed the size of a fist. The seed is crystal clear, its surface covered with fine golden lines that writhe slowly like living things, emanating an aura that is both ancient and vibrant. Occasionally, a wisp of primordial energy or the mother energy of all things touches the seed, and it is silently absorbed. Afterward, the seed trembles slightly, releasing an even stronger life force.

Jiang Han hovered directly above the red seed, his dark robes fluttering in the surrounding air currents. His eyes were slightly closed, and his hands were slowly raised. A pale golden halo emanated from his left palm, the primal power of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, gently pulsating with his breath; his right palm was surrounded by a blue-green band of light, the power that gathered the faith of the heavens, with countless tiny phantoms of believers kneeling devoutly within the band of light.

"rise."

Jiang Han gave a soft shout and suddenly swung his arms down.

The tremorous power in his left hand, like a torrent finding an outlet, surged down his arm into the yang pole of the Tai Chi diagram, instantly merging with the primordial energy. In that instant, the previously dormant primordial energy surged violently, emitting a buzzing roar. Countless tiny spatial cracks were born and annihilated within it; this was the resonance caused by the tremorous power, making this most ancient energy flow even more violent.

The power of faith in his right hand flowed like a warm stream, slowly entering the Yin polarity of the Tai Chi diagram and intertwining with the primordial energy of all things. The blue-green light band merged into the pale golden primordial energy, making the primordial energy, which was originally just a manifestation, more real—mountains and trees had clear outlines, stars and the sun and moon emitted a soft light, and one could even hear the whispers of living beings coming from the phantom, which was the "vitality" bestowed by the power of faith.

“Buzz buzz—!”

In an instant, a deafening roar resounded throughout the entire desolate star field.

This enormous Tai Chi diagram seemed to come alive at that moment! The primordial energy of Yang and the mother energy of all things of Yin began to rotate at high speed, forming a vortex that stretched across the heavens and the earth. Above the vortex, countless profound runes appeared out of thin air. These runes belonged neither to the immortal path nor the demonic path, but were more like the original marks of the beginning of heaven and earth, shimmering with an obscure light.

A myriad of wondrous phenomena unfolded within the vortex: a colossal dragon churned within the primordial energy, exhaling chilling breath capable of freezing time; a phoenix spread its wings amidst the primordial energy of all things, scattering flames that could scorch space; ethereal figures of immortals chanted scriptures amidst runes, their voices ethereal yet capable of shaking the soul; the roars of demonic gods echoed in the air currents, their power terrifying yet imbued with a sense of awe…

Further away, countless stars beyond the realm began to tremble uncontrollably. Some of these stars were billions of light-years away from the battlefield, yet they seemed to be drawn together by an invisible thread, resonating with the rotation of the Tai Chi diagram. Their surfaces shone with the same light as the Tai Chi diagram's runes, as if they were worshipping this wondrous object formed from the very origin of heaven and earth.

"It's the seed we got from the Immortal's Tomb!"

At the edge of the battlefield, the Gluttonous King's eyes widened suddenly, and he cried out in shock. He had followed Jiang Han into the Immortal Tomb and seen with his own eyes the red seed protected by countless restrictions. At the time, he only felt that it was mysterious, but he never expected that it could become the core of such a terrifying array.

The old celestial being was also shocked, his hand stroking his beard trembling slightly: "And the gas surrounding that coffin... So that was the legendary Primordial Chaos Qi! The gray gas swirling around that bronze coffin deep in the Immortal Tomb back then had such an origin!"

The group of powerful cultivators who had followed Jiang Han all showed expressions of sudden realization. They finally understood that the source of Jiang Han's unfathomable power was not only the Tremor-Tremor Fruit and the power of faith, but also these two primordial treasures of heaven and earth obtained from the Immortal Tomb.

"It originates from the same source as Father's Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron." Ye Qingxian gazed at the Myriad Things Mother Qi at the Yin extreme of the Taiji Diagram, a hint of surprise flashing in her beautiful eyes as she murmured to herself. Her father's Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron was a supreme treasure of the Imperial Pass, capable of evolving all things and suppressing fortune. The Myriad Things Mother Qi before her was even purer and more ancient than the Mother Qi contained within the cauldron, clearly a rare treasure of heaven and earth originating from the same source.

Just then, a shrill scream shattered the awe-inspiring effect of the Tai Chi diagram.

"what--!"

Jin Taijun was being strangled by the clone created by Jiang Han, suspended in mid-air. Her body had already been beaten beyond recognition; beneath her tattered Taoist robe, her skin was covered with deep, bone-revealing wounds, and golden blood dripped continuously from the wounds, only to be evaporated by an invisible force in mid-air.

Even more terrifying was her primordial spirit. The clone's left palm pressed against her brow, and strands of visible spatial power, like tiny blades, were slowly cutting at her primordial spirit floating outside her brow. The primordial spirit, which was originally golden, had now become dull and lifeless, its surface covered with fine cracks. Each cut from the spatial power caused her to let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Jiang Han's clone did not kill her directly, but tortured her in the most cruel way—making her clearly feel the pain of her primordial spirit being torn apart, while using a mysterious power to keep her alive and prevent her from dying easily.

"Brother Wang, Brother Zhao, save me!" Jin Taijun's breath was extremely weak, and the cracks in her primordial spirit were widening, as if it would shatter completely at any moment. She struggled to turn her eyes towards Wang Changsheng and Zhao Haotian not far away, her voice hoarse like a broken gong, filled with a final plea, "I know I was wrong... save me..."

She tried to struggle, trying to muster the last bit of divine power within her to resist, but the clone's right hand, gripping her neck, was as hard as iron, radiating a mysterious power far more domineering than her own Daoist aura of Execution, suppressing the divine power within her body. (End of Chapter)