Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

The bell's sound wasn't loud; instead, it carried an ancient and melodious charm, as if it came from the end of the long river of time. Yet, this seemingly gentle bell sound disregarded the vastness of the desert, ignored the protection of the Heavenly Abyss and the barriers of space, and clearly reached the ears of every living being in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and in foreign lands.

What's even more unsettling is that as the bell rings, no matter how far apart they are, no matter their cultivation level, and even if they haven't cultivated a supernatural ability like the Heavenly Eye, all the creatures on both sides of the Heavenly Abyss and in the borderlands automatically see the scene at the end of the alien horizon, as if an invisible hand forcibly projected the scene of that area into their consciousness.

In that scene, an ancient chariot was slowly approaching.

What a weathered chariot it was! Its body was forged from an unknown black metal, covered with countless marks, each one containing a breathtaking power—there were axe marks of varying depths, as if cleaved by a giant axe that split the heavens; crisscrossing sword marks, still bearing the remnants of incomparably sharp sword energy; and some irregular dents, as if struck by a giant hammer, or bitten by a giant beast… These mottled marks were not chaotic, but rather like a living history book, silently recording one earth-shattering battle after another. Behind each mark, the bones of an unparalleled powerhouse might be buried.

The chariot's massive wheels crushed the desert, leaving deep ruts in which traces of dried blood, dating back countless millennia, could still be seen. Ahead of the chariot, there were no ornate decorations, only a tattered banner, its color faded and its design blurred, yet still exuding the domineering aura of its past dominance.

The vehicle pulling this ancient chariot was not a magnificent celestial horse or a divine dragon, but rather an ordinary-looking old ox.

This bull was exceptionally large, as tall as a mountain, its dark red hide resembling the toughest armor, gleaming metallically in the sunlight. Strangely, its back was pure gold, as if covered by a thick layer of golden armor, even its two horns were the same color, golden, warm and radiant, as if forged from true celestial gold, shimmering with an immortal brilliance. Its gait was unhurried, each step causing the earth to tremble slightly, its breath carrying a faint, chaotic aura, and its large, bell-like eyes were half-closed, seemingly languid, yet exuding a majestic majesty that had witnessed countless ages.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving us!"

The immortal from another realm, who had just struggled back from the brink of death, immediately suppressed all his aura the moment he saw the ancient chariot. He bowed deeply in the direction of the chariot, his tone filled with utmost respect and gratitude, and even a hint of barely concealed fear.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Almost simultaneously, on the alien land, whether it was the cultivators floating in the sky or the creatures crawling on the ground, whether it was a Great Sage-level expert or a little demon who had just awakened intelligence, they all knelt down, their heads pressed tightly to the ground. They all looked up at the ancient war chariot that was driving from the horizon, their eyes filled with incomparable piety and fervor, as if they were worshipping their only god.

This scene shocked the cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, sending a chill from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

"Who exactly is inside that chariot!" On the city wall of the Imperial Pass, a burly general asked in a trembling voice, his sword drooping slightly in shock, his face filled with disbelief.

"Even immortals from other realms are bowing to him! Such a status is simply unimaginable!" A white-haired elder gasped, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"A king? An immortal king!" A young cultivator's voice trembled. "What kind of being is that? Is he even more powerful than an immortal?"

"Definitely! Look at the way those cultivators from other realms look at them, that's awe from the depths of their souls! Such beings have probably already surpassed immortality and reached the legendary Immortal King realm!"

……

The cultivators from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths stared intently at the ancient war chariot slowly approaching, separated by the Heavenly Abyss. They felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their bodies turning cold, and even breathing became difficult. Immortals were already considered almost invincible beings in their minds, but now, a "king" who could make an immortal kneel had appeared. The impact of this was far more terrifying than the immortal's attack just now.

"The Immortal King of another realm..." Meng Tianzheng stood not far from Wu Fang. This white-haired, resolute old man had a furrowed brow and muttered to himself. He turned to look at the other Supreme Beings beside him. These powerful figures, who usually commanded respect in their respective regions, also had solemn expressions on their faces. They exchanged glances and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.

Meng Tianzheng was one of the top supreme beings in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. He had burned his own origin to protect the Imperial Pass, displaying astonishing combat power and having witnessed countless storms. But at this moment, facing that possible immortal king from another realm, he couldn't help but feel a heavy pressure in his heart.

On the distant walls of the Imperial Pass, two incredibly powerful primordial spirits floated in the void. They were Wang Changsheng and Zhao Haotian, two guardians of the Imperial Pass. These two ancient monsters had lived for tens of thousands of years, their cultivation unfathomable, capable of handling even Great Saint-level enemies with ease. But at this moment, as they gazed at the ancient war chariot slowly approaching from the other side of the Abyss, their primordial spirits trembled slightly, their faces filled with stunned disbelief and shock.

“This…this is…” Wang Changsheng’s voice trembled slightly. He had lived for too long and had seen too many ancient records. At this moment, looking at the outline of the chariot and the marks on it, a terrifying name emerged in his mind.

"This is the Anlan War Chariot."

Just then, a calm voice broke the silence of the Imperial Pass. It was Wu Fang who spoke. His gaze was still fixed on the ancient chariot, and his tone was devoid of much emotion. However, those who knew him well could sense that his aura was much heavier than before.

"what?!"

"The person in that chariot is An Lan from another land!"

"It's actually An Lan!"

As soon as Wu Fang finished speaking, the supreme beings and powerful figures of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths instantly erupted in chaos, their faces showing utter astonishment, and many even cried out in surprise.

The name An Lan is not unfamiliar to cultivators across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Even in those ancient, dusty books, this name is like a leech, carrying endless bloodshed and terror, recording unbearable chapters of history.

The Immortal Ancient Era was the most glorious and tragic era in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. In that era, Immortal Kings reigned supreme, God Emperors existed, and powerful figures were as numerous as forests, a constellation of brilliant stars. However, the invasion of foreign realms stained that glorious era with blood. And An Lan was one of the most dazzling and fearsome figures among the invading army.

His fame was forged by treading upon the corpses of countless powerful beings from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. In the ancient battlefields of the Immortal Era, every inch of land was soaked in blood, and An Lan's figure roamed freely through that sea of ​​blood. He once single-handedly pursued several Great Saints from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths with his sword, ultimately slaying them one by one in the desert; he once clashed head-on with Immortal Kings from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, causing the heavens and earth to shatter and the stars to reverse; his name signifies destruction and despair, shaking the ages and making the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths tremble.

Ancient texts record that there were indeed powerful figures capable of challenging An Lan in the past. Celestial Kings from across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths once engaged him in a colossal battle on the edge of the universe, a battle so fierce that the sun and moon lost their light and stars fell. However, in the end, those Celestial Kings who had once fought against him could not escape their fate of annihilation. Their bones were buried beneath the yellow earth of the previous era, their blood soaking the land, becoming a testament to An Lan's formidable reputation.

An Lan, this name represents invincibility and dominance. His fame shook the world, intimidating all living beings. He traversed countless ages, sweeping away all enemies, and never suffered a true defeat.

"What a pity! What a pity!" A supreme being with gray hair and an aged face gazed at the chariot, a trace of heartache and resentment flashing in his eyes. He seemed to know some unknown secrets, and murmured softly, "Back then, my Celestial King of the Nine Heavens was not inferior to him, but there were many powerful beings from other realms at that time, and the Celestial King was outnumbered and had no chance to fight him one-on-one. Otherwise, with that Celestial King's supreme combat power, this chariot might not have even appeared in this era!"

The supreme being's words were filled with regret, weighing heavily on the hearts of the surrounding cultivators. Even a Celestial King couldn't capture An Lan in a group battle, demonstrating just how terrifying An Lan was.

Meng Tianzheng took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and turned to look at Wu Fang. He knew Wu Fang's strength. Although the other party had not truly entered the True Immortal realm, with the support of that mysterious ability and the power of faith, his combat strength had already reached the peak of the Supreme Realm, and he could even contend with a True Immortal. But he also knew that there was a huge gap between a True Immortal and an Immortal, and the King of Immortals was a being far beyond the reach of ordinary Immortals, something that Wu Fang could not contend with at his current level.

“Fellow Daoist Hongjun,” Meng Tianzheng’s voice carried a hint of solemnity, “in your opinion, do you think this Immortal King is capable of breaking through the Heavenly Abyss?”

He didn't expect Wu Fang to defeat An Lan; at this moment, he placed his last hope on Tian Yuan. The divine power Tian Yuan had just displayed could easily cripple an Immortal, and perhaps it could also stop the Immortal King's advance.

Faced with Meng Tianzheng's question, Wu Fang slowly shook his head, but remained silent.

An Lan's appearance caused his heart to sink, and he even felt a slight unease. He had originally thought that as long as the system developed the Tremor-Tremor Fruit to 100%, coupled with the power of faith, he would be able to deal with the immortals from the other realm. But now, it was An Lan who had appeared, the immortal king who had been invincible since the Immortal Ancient Era!

The Immortal Kings are truly at the pinnacle of power. Their combat strength has long surpassed that of ordinary immortals, touching the realm of Celestial Kings. Some Immortal Kings even possess combat strength comparable to true Celestial Kings! An Lan, as one of the best among them, is unimaginably powerful. Wu Fang even worried that even if he developed the Tremor-Tremor Fruit to 100%, he might not be An Lan's match. After all, that's An Lan! That terrifying being who left behind a formidable reputation in countless legends.

In the vast desert, the sound of the bells remained clear and melodious, drifting leisurely from the horizon, like celestial music, yet carrying a heart-stirring rhythm.

However, to the cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the sound of the bell was like a soul-binding melody from the Nine Nether Hells. Every time it rang, their hearts would involuntarily clench, as if their souls were about to be snatched away by the sound of the bell.

The sound emanated from that ancient chariot. The bells hanging at the four corners of the chariot swayed gently as it moved. The sound was not loud, but it penetrated all obstacles and clearly spread throughout the entire desert, passing through the defensive formations of the Imperial Pass and reaching the ears of everyone.

Hearing the continuous ringing of the bell, the cultivators of the Imperial Pass felt their scalps tingle, as if each strand of hair had become as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if their scalps were about to be torn off. A chill ran from the top of their heads all the way to the soles of their feet, making their blood feel as if it were about to freeze.

The Immortal King has descended; who can rival such a being?

The vast desert stretched as far as the eye could see, yellow sand swirling in the air, the wind howling across the dunes. The ancient chariot was still on the other side of the desert, a great distance from the abyss, and should have been obscured by the horizon. Yet now, it was clearly visible to every living being, as if it were right before their eyes. The visual oppression it evoked was more terrifying than any words.

The golden-backed ox pulling the chariot was as robust as a mountain peak. Its four limbs trod on the yellow sand, each step steady and powerful, carrying a faint aura of chaos that shook away the surrounding sandstorm. Its golden horns shone brightly in the sunlight, and its eyes remained half-closed as it pulled the chariot forward at a leisurely pace, as if nothing in front of it could move it.

The ancient chariot it pulls bears countless marks of war, each telling a story of past glory and carnage. The deepest axe mark, several meters wide and bottomless, seems to have been cleaved by a colossus who created the world with an axe. Faint fluctuations of law still linger at the edge of the mark, which have not completely dissipated even after countless years. The crisscrossing sword marks are fine and sharp, each containing sword energy capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart, as if they will erupt again at any moment and cleave the world in two... This chariot is like a veteran who has experienced countless vicissitudes, silently displaying the countless bloody battles it has participated in.

The cow's hooves landed on the ground with a "thump, thump, thump" sound. The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, each step striking the heart of everyone in Diguan, making their heartbeats involuntarily follow the rhythm, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

The Heavenly Abyss continued its slow flow, its surface glowing even more intensely than before, as if sensing the threat emanating from the Anlan Chariot and silently warning the Immortal King not to cross the line. (End of Chapter)