Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, what are your plans regarding the Jin family?" Meng Tianzheng put away the Immortal King's Shroud and appeared beside Wu Fang. Meng Tianzheng's movements were very gentle, as if afraid of disturbing Wu Fang. He carefully put the Immortal King's Shroud into his storage magic treasure. The trembling of the cloth had stopped, clearly indicating that the supreme pressure had weakened after Wu Fang withdrew his giant hand. He looked at the Jin family's cave in the distance, which still emitted spiritual light, and a complex look flashed in his eyes. The Jin family had operated in the Imperial Pass for tens of thousands of years, and their power was deeply entrenched. He never expected that they would end up like this. When he asked this question, he already had an answer in his heart, but he still wanted to hear Wu Fang's decision and also wanted to use this opportunity to test the style of this mysterious powerhouse.

Wu Fang smiled calmly, raising his hand to unleash a ripple from the battlefield, landing in the core area of ​​the Jin family's cave. His smile was faint, yet it carried an air of absolute confidence, as if the Jin family's survival rested solely in his hands. The ripple didn't possess destructive power; instead, it appeared extremely gentle, its surface shimmering with a faint white light, like ripples on a calm lake. However, when the ripple reached above the Jin family's cave, it suddenly erupted with terrifying power. The defensive array surrounding the Jin family's cave instantly lit up, countless runes rising to form a massive light shield, attempting to withstand the ripple's impact. These runes were painstakingly inscribed by generations of Jin family experts, containing powerful restrictive force, having withstood countless attacks from border tribes, yet they proved utterly ineffective against Wu Fang's ripple.

A deafening roar erupted, rubble flew everywhere, and a dazzling light filled the sky. The moment the light barrier collided with the ripples, it creaked under the strain, then shattered into pieces. Countless runes fell like meteors, vanishing into the void. The ripples fell unimpeded into the core area of ​​the Jin family's cave dwelling, and immediately, the entire cave began to shake violently. Pavilions and towers collapsed one after another, flying eaves and broken walls flying everywhere. The once radiant palace instantly lost its luster, becoming dull and lifeless. The restrictions deep within the cave shattered one after another, making crackling sounds. The Jin family cultivators guarding the cave didn't even have time to scream before they were buried by the collapsing buildings or torn apart by the energy backlash from the shattering restrictions.

In an instant, the once idyllic Jin family mansion was reduced to a vast expanse of ruins. The magnificent palaces and pavilions were reduced to rubble, the clear springs dried up, the verdant trees withered and broken, and even the rich spiritual energy in the air became thin and sparse, replaced by dust and the stench of blood. The ancestral hall in the core area of ​​the Jin family was not spared either. The glazed tiles on the roof shattered, and the ancestral tablets were broken in the impact, their spiritual light instantly extinguished, as if the Jin family's fortune had been severed along with the tablets. Occasionally, a few wisps of remaining spiritual light could be seen flickering amidst the ruins—the aura of the remaining Jin family members, but as weak as a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"It's over, it's all over."

"Jin Taijun is dead! From now on, the Jin family, this immortal family, will no longer exist in Diguan!"

"This is terrifying! Even Wang Changsheng and Zhao Haotian, who possessed immortal artifacts, were no match for this Hongjun Ancestor. Their physical bodies were completely destroyed by him. If Hongjun Ancestor hadn't shown mercy, their fate would probably have been the same as Jin Taijun's!"

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After the initial silence, a deafening roar erupted. Most of the cultivators within the Imperial Pass had witnessed the entire earth-shattering battle, their eyes filled with reverence and worship as they gazed at the figure in the center of the arena. The clamor spread like a tide throughout the Imperial Pass as the cultivators excitedly discussed what had just happened, their voices filled with the relief of surviving a calamity and awe for Wu Fang. Those cultivators who had been oppressed by the Jin family were especially moved to tears. Gazing at the ruins of the Jin family's cave, they felt the pent-up resentment of many years finally dissipate, bowing deeply in Wu Fang's direction and exclaiming, "Great is the might of Ancestor Hongjun!" Some younger cultivators looked at Wu Fang with eyes full of worship, regarding him as their idol on the path of cultivation, secretly resolving to become as powerful as him.

Not only at the Imperial Pass, but from the very beginning, Wu Fang projected this scene into every corner of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. The instant Wu Fang made his move, he used his supreme power to project the battlefield's image onto the heavens and earth. Whether in the bustling Dao Prefecture or a remote small domain, whether cultivator or mortal, everyone could clearly see everything that was happening at the Imperial Pass battlefield. The scene in the heavens was like a realistic illusion, with vivid colors, even the expressions of cultivators and the luster of magical treasures were clearly visible, making all living beings in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths feel as if they were actually there.

Compared to the cultivators in the Imperial Pass, the cultivators in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were more confused, though some were also deeply shocked. Most of them had never heard of the Imperial Pass, let alone the prestigious reputations of the Jin, Wang, and Zhao families, who were renowned for their longevity. Their understanding of the concepts of Supreme Beings and Immortal Kings was also extremely vague.

"Who exactly are they?!"

"Where is that battlefield? And that giant city, its area is probably larger than an entire state!"

"Judging from their Taoist titles, the victor is called Hongjun Laozu!"

"What is that person's cultivation level? Is the truth about the Blood of Sin really as he described?"

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The cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were filled with bewilderment, and even more so, confusion. In a small city in the Southern Region, a group of cultivators pointed and discussed the image in the sky. They had never seen such a massive city, nor had they ever witnessed anyone so easily shatter a physical body and annihilate a family with a history spanning millennia. An old man with white hair looked at Wu Fang's figure in the image, stroking his beard and muttering to himself, "Ancestor Hongjun... I seem to have seen this name in ancient fragments. Could he be a legendary ancient powerhouse?" In a desert in the Western Region, the people of several tribes knelt on the ground, bowing to the sky. They regarded Wu Fang as a god, believing it to be a divine manifestation, a miracle. On the icy plains of the Northern Plains, some reclusive old monsters opened their eyes, which had been sealed for many years, gazing at the image in the sky with solemn expressions. They could feel the terrifying pressure contained within the image, knowing that it was a power that no ordinary cultivator could possess.

Three thousand prefectures, a prefecture of sin.

"Our ancestors were innocent; they were not sinners, but heroes of heaven and earth!"

"That's right, they risked their lives to protect the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths! The marks on our foreheads are not symbols of sin, but symbols of glory!" "Thanks to Ancestor Hongjun, otherwise this truth would probably never have been revealed! He is our benefactor, the benefactor of the entire Sinful State!"

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In the Province of Sin, millions of cultivators looked up at the figure in the celestial image, cheering and worshipping devoutly, their foreheads gleaming with the character for "sin." For generations, the cultivators of the Province of Sin had carried the stigma of "sinful blood," discriminated against and suppressed by cultivators from other provinces, even stripped of their cultivation resources. Countless ancestors had died in humiliation. When they heard Wu Fang reveal the truth about the bloodline of sin in the image, and saw the Stone Clan and others exonerated, the pent-up grievances and anger of tens of thousands of years erupted instantly, transforming into excited cheers. The character for "sin" on their foreheads shone brilliantly at this moment, shimmering with golden light, a light containing the heroic spirits of their ancestors and their own present glory. Countless cultivators knelt on the ground, bowing to Wu Fang's figure in the sky, tears streaming down their faces—tears of joy, tears washing away their humiliation. Some elderly people with white hair trembled as they touched the marks on their foreheads, calling out the names of their ancestors to tell them the news that their injustices had been redressed. The entire province of sin was in an uproar, with cheers and shouts rising and falling, echoing through the sky.

The lower realm, the Stone Kingdom.

"Was the person you killed a peak Supreme Being?"

"Not only in the lower realm, but also in the upper realm, he remains an invincible being!"

"Once I break through, I will definitely go and explore the scenery there!"

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In the imperial palace, the Stone Emperor, the Nether King, Venerable Qianxi, Shi Zhongtian, and others gathered together, staring in utter astonishment at the heavens, their eyes wide and unblinking. The Stone Emperor, clad in his imperial robes, forgot his regal bearing; his mouth agape, his face filled with disbelief. He had heard of the terrors of the Upper Realm and knew the power of the Supreme Realm, but he had never imagined that someone could so easily kill a peak Supreme and severely injure two unparalleled Supremes. The Nether King stroked his beard, his fingers trembling with excitement. He looked at Wu Fang's figure in the image, then at the little one beside him, his eyes filled with anticipation. Venerable Qianxi was overwhelmed with emotion. He recalled the hardships he had endured in his youth, traveling through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, suffering because of his Sinful Blood identity. Now, seeing the truth revealed, tears streamed down his face. Shi Zhongtian clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit and gratitude. He was grateful to Wu Fang for clearing Sinful Blood's name and yearned to travel to the Upper Realm as soon as possible, to follow in Wu Fang's footsteps, and become a powerful guardian of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. The little boy's eyes were filled with excitement and longing. He clenched his fists tightly and made a silent vow to cultivate diligently so that he could become an unparalleled powerhouse like Wu Fang and protect the people he cared about.

Gradually, the scene in the heavens and earth began to dissipate. Like smoke blown away by the wind, it blurred from the edges, its colors dimming until it finally dissolved into countless specks of light, merging into the sky and disappearing. Yet, the scene itself was deeply imprinted in the hearts of every living being who saw it. Wu Fang's name, along with the dissipation of the image, spread to every corner of the heavens and earth. Whether cultivators or mortals, everyone remembered the mysterious powerhouse who easily annihilated the immortal families and avenged the sinful blood—Ancestor Hongjun.

Wu Fang returned from the battlefield to Xiaobudian, Ye Qingxian, and the others. His figure vanished like a ghost from the center of the battlefield, and the next moment he appeared on a high platform at the Imperial Pass, where Xiaobudian, Ye Qingxian, Cao Yusheng, and the others stood. His movements were effortless, as if he had only taken a few steps, yet he traversed a vast distance, leaving the surrounding cultivators marveling.

"Truly terrifying!" The chubby boy, Cao Yusheng, glanced at Wu Fang, who had returned to his side, and couldn't help but swallow hard. This man was a thousand times more terrifying than his master. Cao Yusheng was a quick-witted chubby boy. He had heard some rumors about Wu Fang before, but he had never imagined that the other party would be so powerful. He remembered his master's admonition to him that on the path of cultivation, one must respect the strong. Now, he truly understood the meaning of those words. He secretly observed Wu Fang and found that there was no oppressive aura emanating from him; instead, he appeared extremely peaceful. The more peaceful he seemed, the more awe Cao Yusheng felt. He knew that true power often stemmed from simplicity and authenticity, appearing ordinary but in reality, unfathomable.

"Master!"

"Grand Tutor!"

Xiaobudian and Ye Qingxian called out simultaneously, and Wu Fang nodded in response. Xiaobudian's voice was full of joy and adoration. He ran to Wu Fang, looked up at him with excited eyes. Ye Qingxian stood obediently to the side, bowing slightly to Wu Fang. Her eyes held respect and a hint of affection, as if Wu Fang were her strongest support. Wu Fang looked at the two children, his previously cold gaze softening considerably. He reached out and gently patted Xiaobudian's head, then patted Ye Qingxian's shoulder, his actions carrying a subtle hint of doting affection.

"Ancestor Hongjun, thank you for clearing our name!" The Stone Clan members immediately knelt before Wu Fang, their eyes filled with deep gratitude. Most of the Stone Clan members bore the marks of hardship, having endured generations of suffering and infamy. Now, finally, the day of their injustice was over, and their excitement and gratitude were beyond words. The leading elders of the Stone Clan, their hair already white, wept like children, bowing deeply to Wu Fang, their foreheads striking the hard ground with a dull thud, expressing their heartfelt gratitude. Some of the younger Stone Clan cultivators, however, had resolute eyes. They looked at Wu Fang, firmly remembering this kindness in their hearts, vowing to repay Wu Fang's kindness in the future.

"Rise, all of you. You are descendants of heroes. Over these tens of thousands of years, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths have truly wronged you." Wu Fang raised his hand, creating a ripple that lifted the Stone Clan members, and sighed softly. The ripple was gentle and warm, like a spring breeze, gently lifting the Stone Clan members, making them stand up involuntarily. Wu Fang's voice carried a trace of vicissitude and regret. He thought of those heroes who sacrificed their lives to protect the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and the injustices suffered by their descendants, and a sense of sorrow arose in his heart. His sigh seemed to possess a certain magic, gradually calming the Stone Clan members' agitation, replacing it with a sense of warmth and belonging. They knew that from this moment on, they were no longer descendants of sinners, but descendants of heroes, and they could stand proudly above the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

The Demon King stared blankly at Wu Fang, as if he had lost his soul. What an unparalleled being he had brought back! The Demon King had previously only thought Wu Fang was powerful, but he had never imagined that the other party would possess such terrifying power. (End of Chapter)