Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

The foreign land was deathly silent, all living beings prostrated on the ground, not daring to make the slightest move. Only the ancient chariot moved slowly forward, the sound of its bells echoing between heaven and earth.

On the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths side, the cultivators of the Imperial Pass gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes filled with fear, but even more so with a resolute determination. They knew that behind them lay their homeland, everything they protected. Even facing an Immortal King, they could only fight, not retreat!

Wu Fang stood there quietly, his gaze fixed on the approaching ancient chariot, his mind racing. He could feel the system upgrade progressing rapidly, and the development of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit was slowly but steadily increasing [51%...52%...]. He knew he had to wait for the system to complete the upgrade as soon as possible; otherwise, if An Lan truly broke through the Heavenly Abyss, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind, and his eyes gradually hardened. No matter how strong An Lan was, he had to fight! For himself, for the cultivators who trusted him, and for the future of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, he had no other choice.

The sound of the imperial bells grew closer, and the outline of the chariot became clearer. Every mark on it seemed to be imprinted in everyone's minds, bringing endless pressure. An Lan's aura was like that of a slumbering ancient beast. Although it had not yet fully erupted, it had already caused the laws of heaven and earth to become disordered, and the air to become viscous.

A great battle seemed imminent. Could Tianyuan, the barrier that had protected the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths for countless years, withstand the advance of the Immortal King? Could Wu Fang's system complete the upgrade in time? Everyone's hearts were in their throats, their eyes fixed on the ancient war chariot slowly approaching from the opposite bank of Tianyuan, awaiting the judgment of fate. The wind and sand continued to blow, the imperial bells continued to ring, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth had reached its peak, as if it would erupt completely at any moment, unleashing a cataclysmic calamity that would sweep across the Nine Heavens, Ten Earths, and other realms.

"You ant! My king has arrived! The abyss cannot stand in your way! When the abyss is broken, I will surely slay you with my own hands!"

In the alien realm, that immortal being hovered in the void at the other end of the desert, his entire body silvery-white like ancient, cold iron, every inch of his skin flowing with faint starlight, yet radiating a sharp killing intent capable of freezing the soul. His voice did not travel through the air, but was condensed into threads of divine power, forcefully piercing through the spatial barrier of the Heavenly Abyss, resounding in every corner of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, carrying an undeniable arrogance and contempt. This voice pierced the heart like an ice spike, instantly shrouding the battlefield, which had been slightly invigorated by the defeat of the alien realm's supreme being, in a gloomy atmosphere once again.

Upon hearing this, the cultivators felt their primordial spirits tremble violently, their hearts filled with terror. Many cultivators with lower cultivation levels even knelt on the ground, their faces as pale as paper. It was an unparalleled pressure emanating from the Immortal Realm, a terrifying power they had never felt before, as if a single thought from the other party would reduce them to ashes.

One by one, they involuntarily turned to look in Wu Fang's direction, their eyes filled with reliance and worry. They all knew that the words of the immortal from the other realm were aimed at the Hongjun Ancestor who had just turned the tide. If even the Hongjun Ancestor couldn't stop the immortal from the other realm, then the fate of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths was unimaginable.

The immortal being from another realm hovered on the other side of the desert, thousands of miles away, yet his domineering aura, his disdain for all living beings in the heavens and earth, emanated a palpable weight, pressing down on one's chest and filling one with a profound sense of humiliation. He hovered there silently, his silvery-white figure particularly conspicuous against the foreign sky, like a king surveying his territory, scrutinizing the land about to be conquered.

"If the Heavenly Abyss truly breaks, do you think Ancestor Hongjun can stop that Immortal? He's too terrifying!" A cultivator with a severed left arm trembled in his voice, his right hand gripping his weapon so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He had just witnessed the tragic death of the alien supreme being and thought he had found hope, but the appearance of the Immortal was like a bucket of cold water extinguishing the flame in his heart.

“Don’t forget, Ancestor Hongjun has also entered the realm of immortality! Dealing with an immortal from another realm shouldn’t be a problem. I’m just worried about whether he can be a match for the being in the chariot.” An old cultivator with white hair and beard said in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with a complex light, showing both trust in Wu Fang and deep concern.

"Yes, that's the Immortal King, whom even immortals from other realms must bow down to! A legendary being who was invincible in the ancient immortal era. Can Ancestor Hongjun handle him?" another cultivator chimed in, his voice filled with unease. Similar discussions echoed across the battlefield. The faces of the cultivators from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were etched with solemnity; the joy of victory had long been replaced by fear of the future.

The cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths all turned their gazes toward the other side of the Heavenly Abyss, where the void was slightly distorted by the pressure of the immortal being, and a silver-white figure and an ancient war chariot could be vaguely seen. Their faces were as solemn as iron, and even their breathing became cautious, for fear of disturbing that terrifying being.

For the first time, the gazes of powerful figures like the Gluttonous King, the Old Celestial, and the Palace Master of the Immortal Palace wavered as they looked at Wu Fang. It wasn't that they doubted Wu Fang's strength; after all, he had slain several supreme beings from the alien realm, including the Demon Eye Supreme who had one foot in the immortal realm—a feat worthy of their awe. However, they worried that Wu Fang might be facing not an ordinary immortal, but the true king of the alien realm—the King of Immortality!
The Immortal King!

This name resounded like thunder in the hearts of all cultivators who knew its meaning. It referred to beings who had stood at the pinnacle of the alien realm since the ancient times of immortality, invincible beings whom even the immortal kings of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had to be wary of. Legend has it that they had endless lifespans and overwhelming combat power, capable of destroying a star field with a wave of their hand.

The tinkling of bells, clear yet carrying a heavy sense of oppression, echoed in the ears of every living being on the battlefield, as if counting down to impending destruction. An ancient war chariot, pulled by nine golden-backed oxen, slowly emerged from the depths of the alien sky. The golden-backed oxen were enormous, like small mountains, their bodies covered in golden scales. Each step they took trembled the earth, and their breath formed swirling clouds, carrying an aura of savage antiquity.

The ancient chariot was crafted from an unknown black metal, its body engraved with countless ferocious beast patterns and eerie runes. As the runes flickered, they emitted an aura that devoured life force. The chariot's wheels were enormous, leaving black tracks as they crushed through the void, within which countless vengeful spirits could be vaguely seen struggling and howling. This chariot appeared slow, yet it carried an unstoppable momentum, gradually approaching the Abyss. Wherever it passed, the cultivators of the foreign realm knelt on the ground, prostrating themselves in worship, not daring to even breathe loudly, the invisible pressure almost suffocating them!
From beginning to end, there was no movement inside the chariot, no words were uttered, and no breath was leaked, as if it were empty. But the more it was like this, the more terrifying it became, as if everything in this world—the life and death of billions of living beings, the glory of all the heavens and the myriad realms, the endless prosperity of the mortal world—was not in his eyes, not worth mentioning.

Finally, the chariot drew near, arriving directly beneath the abyss!
At this moment, the nine golden-backed oxen seemed to be suppressed by some mysterious force from the depths of the abyss. Their forward speed suddenly slowed down, and fear appeared in their eyes. Their massive bodies trembled slightly. No matter how hard they exerted themselves or how their hooves pounded the air, the chariot could not move forward even half a step, as if it were firmly blocked by an invisible barrier.

Om-!
Suddenly, the chariot trembled slightly, and an indescribable, supreme light surged forth from it. This light was not dazzling, but rather restrained and profound, displaying a faint purplish-gold hue. It appeared gentle, yet contained a terrifying power capable of shattering the heavens and splitting the earth. It seemed to be the work of the mysterious being within the chariot, ignoring the spatial barriers of the Heavenly Abyss, as if it intended to pierce through the Heavenly Abyss directly, utterly shattering the nine heavens and ten earths!
"Fearless of death, this is the only battle we will fight!"

However, just as this ray of supreme light was about to touch the Abyss, from the vast, perpetually shrouded mist above it, as black as a hole, a deep, ancient roar resounded. This voice pierced through the mist, transcended spatial distance, carrying boundless sorrow and resolve, shaking mountains and rivers, piercing the sun and moon, echoing throughout the entire border battlefield, causing every living being who heard it to tremble in their hearts. "Whose voice is this…whose voice is this?!"

"Could it be that there are still living people in the Heavenly Abyss?"

"Could it be a supreme expert hidden in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?!"

……

Upon hearing the sound, the cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths trembled violently, their faces filled with shock and disbelief. In their understanding, the Heavenly Abyss had always been a symbol of danger and mystery, containing only spatial turbulence and fragments of fallen stars. They had never heard of anyone surviving within it, let alone unleashing such a powerful roar! A young cultivator clenched his fist excitedly, hope rekindling in his eyes: "It's our ancestor! It must be a powerful figure from the Immortal Ancient Era still alive!"

To their astonishment, the smog within the Heavenly Abyss churned violently, and a majestic, colossal city slowly emerged. The city was entirely forged from azure immortal stone, its walls reaching a thousand feet high, inscribed with countless runes that shimmered with a faint golden light, radiating an ancient and awe-inspiring aura. The city's vast expanse cast a shadow that obscured half the sky, enveloping the vortex of the Heavenly Abyss. The light it emitted carried strange and intricate runes, seemingly a manifestation of the very rules of heaven and earth.

The appearance of the colossal city astonished countless cultivators from the foreign realm. Gazing up at the sun-obscuring city, their arrogance and disdain gradually gave way to solemnity. Clearly, they were unaware that such a terrifying existence was hidden within the Heavenly Abyss, even halting the advance of the Immortal King's chariot.

"This...this could be the immortal city ruled by the seven kings of the Immortal Ancient Era!" An old supreme being with white hair and beard looked at the giant city in the abyss, his voice trembling with excitement, and tears glistening in his eyes. He had seen records of this immortal city in the ancient books passed down in his family, but he never thought he would be able to see its true appearance with his own eyes.

Records indicate that in the distant ancient era, seven exceptionally talented rulers once ruled over the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. They commanded a celestial city, guarding the desolate borders, and repeatedly clashed with foreign armies, inflicting crushing defeats and rivers of blood upon the invaders, thus securing a long period of peace for the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. However, for unknown reasons, after a great battle at the end of the ancient era, this celestial city vanished from the river of time, never to be seen again, becoming an eternal mystery. Now it seems, it has always remained, deep within this abyss, silently deterring the immortal beings of the foreign realms and protecting the tranquility of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!
"Fearless of death, this is the only battle we will fight!"

The same words echoed across the battlefield once more, louder and more tragic than before, shaking all living beings in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and the foreign lands. There was no fear in that voice, only a determination to die and a belief in protection, making every cultivator in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths who heard it feel their blood boil and tears stream down their faces.

The city erupted with overwhelming killing intent the instant the words fell. Countless immortal runes surged from the city walls, spreading like a tide throughout the abyss. The immortal light was dazzling, each ray a symbol of immortality, containing terrifying and boundless power that shook the past, present, and future, illuminating the entire boundless desert and even dyeing the sky of this foreign land a layer of gold.

"It's the Crimson-Eyed Elder!"

"So it was him! The most valiant general under the Seven Kings of Immortal Ancient Times!"

"It's the number one person below the Seven Kings, the Crimson-Eyed Elder! He's still alive!"

Upon seeing the appearance of the one-armed old man appearing atop the city wall, all the supreme beings of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, including Meng Tianzheng, exclaimed in surprise, their eyes filled with excitement and admiration.

It was a gaunt old man, clad in tattered armor marked with the scars of countless fierce battles. He had only one arm; the sleeve of his right arm was empty, fluttering in the wind, adding to his tragic air. Most striking were his eyes—blood-red pupils burning with a fierce fire, seemingly capable of piercing through illusion and seeing through life and death. He was none other than the renowned Crimson-Eyed Elder from the ancient immortal era!

Looking at the one-armed old man, Wu Fang frowned slightly. He could clearly sense that the old man's aura was extremely powerful, far surpassing that of the previous immortal from another realm, and even approaching the peak of the True Immortal realm. However, at the same time, his aura gave people a feeling of being on the verge of extinction, like a candle flickering in the wind, having reached the end of its life and being sustained only by a single will.

"war!"

The one-armed old man moved. He stood atop the city wall, his remaining left arm raised high, flames raging in his crimson pupils. With a roar, the entire immortal city seemed to come alive, emitting a deafening roar. The runes on the city walls shone brightly, and countless ancient weapons flew out from the city, hovering in mid-air, aimed at Anlan's war chariot on the other side of Tianyuan. Then, like a dazzling meteor, the immortal city, carrying the force of destruction, crashed down towards the alien realm!
"So there are still remnants! Your capital fell in battle back then, do you think you can stop me?" A voice rang out for the first time from within the chariot. The voice was utterly calm, yet filled with disdain and arrogance, as if looking down upon an ignorant ant. (End of Chapter)