Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

The silver eyes of the snake demon flickered with unease. It couldn't understand how such a terrifying existence could suddenly appear when there were no more True Immortal level experts in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

"He is the king of Xian Gu!"

"It must be the king of the Immortal Ancient Kingdom! He saw that the borderlands were about to fall, so he made his move!"

"Kill! The King of Xian Gu has come to our aid!"

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The warriors of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were the first to react. Gazing at the giant hand and axe in the abyss, their faces blazed with fervent battle intent, their momentum surging ever higher. Their previously low morale instantly reached its peak; they seemed to see the hope of victory, roaring as they charged towards the alien cultivators, their attacks becoming even more ferocious. A cultivator with a severed arm roared as he lunged at an alien creature, biting through its throat with his teeth; a female cultivator, having exhausted her spiritual energy, clung to an enemy's leg, allowing her comrade to kill it, a relieved smile on her face.

"How could this be... Didn't they say all their True Immortals were dead?!" The foreign cultivators' faces were incredibly grim, their expressions darkening to the extreme, and many were trembling slightly. They had always believed that the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths lacked top-tier combat power, and that breaching the Imperial Pass was only a matter of time. But the sudden appearance of the giant hand and axe was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing their arrogance and filling their hearts with despair. Some of the foreign cultivators even began to consider retreating, their eyes flickering uncertainly, ready to flee the battlefield at any moment.

hum!
Under the watchful eyes of countless cultivators from both the alien realm and the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, a violent buzzing sound rang out once again in the Heavenly Abyss Battlefield, louder than ever before.

Layers of spatial ripples began to spread from the location of the giant hand and axe, their color gradually changing from cyan and blue-green to a pale gold, exuding a sacred and majestic aura. These ripples continued to expand, pushing aside the black and white mist in the abyss, creating a pure space.

A young man stood with his hands behind his back, slowly emerging from the center of the ripples. He wore a simple blue robe, his face handsome, his demeanor serene, as if he had not emerged from a brutal battlefield, but rather strolled out from some secluded paradise. His eyes were calm and undisturbed, like the deepest starry sky. As they swept across the entire area, without releasing any pressure, everyone felt a sense of awe that came from the depths of their souls, like an emperor surveying the heavens, looking down upon all living beings.

"It's...it's you!"

Upon seeing the appearance of the person who appeared, the pupils of the Supreme Being Changtian, who had been saved by the giant palm of azure ripples, widened sharply, his mouth slightly agape, filled with intense shock, almost unable to believe his eyes. He was also one of the Supreme Beings who first stood on the top of the Imperial Pass and saw Wu Fang. At that time, he was full of doubts about Wu Fang's identity and even somewhat looked down on him. But now, he realized how ridiculous his thoughts had been.

"You...you just saved me?"

The Supreme Being of the Heavens took a deep breath, trying to calm the shock in his heart, and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wu Fang. He simply couldn't imagine that this seemingly ordinary and mysterious Hongjun Ancestor brought back by Meng Tianzheng was so terrifying, capable of instantly killing a Supreme Being from another realm with a mere gesture. Such strength had probably reached the legendary True Immortal Realm, or even higher! His voice trembled slightly, reflecting both the relief of surviving a calamity and the awe of a powerful being.

Wu Fang ignored him, his gaze falling on the three alien supreme beings huddled together, among whom the silver snake head of the Serpent Yaksha was particularly conspicuous. A faint smile curved his lips, and his calm yet clear voice echoed throughout the battlefield: "Alien royal family? Nothing special."

These seemingly ordinary words, however, sounded like the most vicious mockery to the foreign cultivators, filling them with both anger and fear. The serpent yaksha stared intently at Wu Fang, its silver snake eyes filled with resentment and terror. It opened its mouth as if to say something, but found itself unable to utter a complete sentence under Wu Fang's gaze.

Meng Tianzheng stopped what he was doing, watching Wu Fang's retreating figure, a knowing glint in his eyes. He knew that with Wu Fang present, the situation in the borderlands would inevitably reverse, but he hadn't expected Wu Fang's strength to be so formidable, killing a Supreme Being as easily as taking candy from a baby. Meng Tianzheng breathed a sigh of relief, his tense body relaxing slightly. With Wu Fang in charge, he could finally catch his breath a little.

The golden spear in the abyss seemed to sense Wu Fang's presence. Its shaft trembled violently, its celestial light dimmed, and its fierce clash with the Immortal King's Shroud ceased, as if in fear of Wu Fang's existence. The Immortal King's Shroud then slowly drifted down, returning to Meng Tianzheng's side, its surface shimmering with starlight, as if expressing joy.

The cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths on the battlefield were moved to tears as they looked at Wu Fang's figure. They knelt down in his direction and shouted, "Thank you for your help, senior!" "Senior is mighty!" "We are willing to follow you and protect the borderlands with our lives!" They knew that the young man in front of them was their savior and the hope of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

The alien cultivators in the boundless desert were filled with dread, and many had already begun to quietly retreat, preparing to flee this terrifying place. They looked at Wu Fang as if he were an invincible demon god, their fighting spirit long since vanished.

Wu Fang's gaze slowly swept across the battlefield, taking in the bloodied and battered cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, their wounds and unwavering determination, then his eyes on the terrified foreign cultivators, and the still-swirling Heavenly Abyss vortex in the distance. He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet carrying an undeniable authority that resonated throughout every corner of the borderlands: "Foreign beings, those who offend the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, shall die!"

The moment the words fell, the giant palm and axe in the abyss moved simultaneously, carrying an aura of destruction, and charged towards the three alien supreme beings who were huddled together. A new massacre was about to unfold on the border battlefield, and this time, the scales of victory had completely tipped in favor of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

"It's him! The one Elder Meng brought!"

On the walls of the Imperial Pass, a young cultivator pointed at Wu Fang, who stood with his hands behind his back in the Heavenly Abyss, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. His armor was still stained with dried blood, and his face was covered in dust, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light, fixed on the figure in the green robe, as if trying to etch this scene into his very soul. An old soldier beside him patted his shoulder, his eyes also flashing with disbelief, and said in a hoarse voice, "That's right, it's him! I noticed him when we first arrived at the city wall. Elder Meng was exceptionally polite to him. I never expected… I never expected him to be such a supreme being!" "Was it him who just made the move? Easily slaying two supreme beings from the alien realm!"

"A True Immortal? Such methods can probably only be possessed by legendary True Immortals!"

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The cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths stared blankly at Wu Fang in the abyss, holding their breath, their eyes filled with almost fanatical worship. They murmured to themselves, their voices filled with the relief of surviving a calamity and boundless awe for the powerful. At the edge of the battlefield, a cultivator at the Escape One Realm, who had lost his right arm, struggled to his feet. Looking in Wu Fang's direction, tears mixed with the dust on his face slid down. He had just witnessed his fellow disciple being severely injured by a supreme being from another realm, and thought he was doomed, but Wu Fang's appearance had turned everything around. Not far away, several young cultivators embraced each other excitedly. Looking at the composed figure in the abyss, they seemed to see the future hope of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. The fear in their hearts was replaced by a burning fighting spirit.

However, the powerful figures like the Gluttonous King, the Old Celestial, and the Demon King didn't show much surprise, as if they had guessed who had made the move from the beginning. The Gluttonous King patted his round belly and chuckled, his eyes gleaming: "I knew this Fellow Daoist Hongjun was no ordinary person. He easily dealt with that old bastard Jin Taijun at the Imperial Pass, so dealing with these alien trash is naturally a piece of cake." The Old Celestial stroked his white beard and nodded slightly, his eyes filled with understanding: "Such spatial divine power, the condensed giant palm and giant axe containing the laws of heaven and earth, is far beyond the reach of ordinary supreme beings. It seems we underestimated Fellow Daoist's strength before." The Demon King stood aside, watching Wu Fang's back, his heart filled with emotion. When he brought Wu Fang back to the Imperial Pass, he thought he had just picked up a reclusive master, but he never expected that he was actually a True Immortal-level existence capable of stabilizing the world. At this moment, he felt incredibly proud, and his back straightened even more.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, thank you for your help!" Meng Tianzheng solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wu Fang, his words filled with heartfelt gratitude. He had just been besieged by three alien supreme beings, and although he could hold on, he was gradually losing ground. If Wu Fang hadn't intervened in time to kill two of them, he would likely be injured by now. Looking at Wu Fang, Meng Tianzheng's eyes were filled with admiration. He knew that with Wu Fang's help, they might truly be able to win this tough battle in the borderlands.

"Who are you!"

"Why have I never seen you make a move in all these hundreds of thousands of years!"

The three alien supreme beings who had previously besieged Meng Tianzheng frowned, their gazes fixed on Wu Fang like venomous snakes, their tone filled with vigilance and a barely perceptible fear. Among these three supreme beings, the leader was Snake Yaksha, the other two being a Bone Pattern Supreme clad in bone armor and a Blood Prison Supreme wielding chains. They could sense the faint pressure emanating from Wu Fang; the pressure, seemingly peaceful, caused their primordial spirits to tremble, as if they were facing an unfathomable ancient divine mountain. Snake Yaksha's silver snake pupils contracted, hissing and flicking its tongue. It couldn't understand how such a terrifying being could suddenly appear when there were no more top-tier combatants in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths capable of threatening them.

"It was you! You destroyed my right eye!"

Just then, a roar filled with boundless rage suddenly came from the other side of Tianyuan. The roar was like a thunderclap, echoing in Tianyuan, carrying an intense killing intent that seemed to drop the temperature of the entire battlefield.

In an instant, a thick black mist appeared out of thin air in the abyss. The black mist rolled endlessly, exuding a cold and evil aura. Wherever it passed, even the black and white mist was dyed black.

The black mist was perfectly round, with a diameter of ten thousand feet. It was a dark mass suspended in the void, emanating a chilling aura, as if it sealed away an ancient malevolent force. This was no ordinary mist, but rather a condensation of pure dark laws. An ordinary person would lose their composure and have their mind devoured by it with just a glance.

This is an eyeball!
When it closes, it hides in the black mist, blending into the shadows of the Heavenly Abyss, making it extremely difficult to spot. But when it opens even a crack, its eyes emit a blinding crimson light, like hellfire or lightning from the heavens. Wherever it passes, space trembles violently, and the star fragments in the Heavenly Abyss sizzle under its light, leaving charred marks on their surfaces.

Suddenly, it opened its eyes wide! In an instant, the surrounding void transformed into a crimson haze, filled with countless blood-red beams of light. These beams, like venomous snakes, spread in all directions, carrying a chilling killing intent that made the cultivators on the battlefield feel as if they had instantly fallen into a blood-red hell, their very souls trembling. At the center of its eyeball was a vertical pupil, filled with eerie patterns that, with each turn, seemed capable of seeing into people's hearts and seizing their souls.

"Demon Eye Supreme!"

"It's the Demon Eye Supreme! Our savior has arrived!"

Staring at the enormous eyeball that suddenly appeared on the battlefield of Tianyuan, the millions of cultivators from the alien realm were first stunned, then erupted in fervent cheers, their fear replaced by excitement. The Demon Eye Supreme was one of the three strongest Supremes in their alien realm besides the Immortals, already having one foot in the Immortal realm. His status in the alien realm was extremely high, equivalent to a peak Supreme in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. With him taking action, they believed they could definitely turn the tide of battle, and even kill the suddenly appearing green-robed cultivator. An alien general excitedly brandished his bone sword, roaring, "Demon Eye Supreme is invincible! Break through the Imperial Pass, drink blood from the Nine Heavens!"

This is one of the three most powerful supreme beings in their alien realm besides the Immortals, and it can be said that he has already stepped one foot into the Immortal realm. Immortals in the alien realm are supreme beings equivalent to True Immortals of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths! The Demon Eye Supreme, who has one foot in the Immortal realm, has combat power far exceeding that of ordinary supreme beings. In the past border wars, he has repeatedly severely injured the top combat power of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and is a nightmare in the hearts of countless cultivators.

In contrast, the powerful cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, gazing at the ten-thousand-foot-tall eyeball, gradually had their initial joy replaced by solemnity. Many wore expressions of horror, their breathing becoming rapid. They sensed an aura emanating from this eyeball that made their very souls tremble—an aura that was cold, domineering, and carried a pressure that looked down upon all living beings, filling them with a sense of despair from which they could not resist. A veteran Supreme Being who had fought against the Demon Eye Supreme was pale-faced and whispered to his companion beside him, "Be careful! The Demon Eye Supreme's pupil technique is incredibly strange; it can directly attack the primordial spirit, and even immortal treasures cannot completely withstand it!"

"I'll take care of this one. You three, continue taking down the other Supreme Beings!"

A calm voice emanated from the enormous eyeball, carrying an undeniable authority. As the words fell, the eyeball began to shrink rapidly, gradually coalescing into the shape of a middle-aged man amidst swirling black mist. He was tall and thin, clad in a long black robe embroidered with countless eerie eye patterns, appearing and disappearing within the black mist. (End of Chapter)