Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

Time ticked by, each second feeling like torture. Tianyuan's resistance grew weaker and weaker, the light of the laws on the surface of the black hole flickered and dimmed, and the golden fist slowly but steadily advanced.

"Crack!" Finally, a deafening roar resounded as the enormous fist pierced through the barrier of the Heavenly Abyss, descending upon the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths with an unparalleled aura of world destruction!
In an instant, the desolate land collapsed violently, countless mountains crumbled like building blocks, rivers flowed backward, the earth cracked, and bottomless ravines stretched for thousands of miles. In the sky, the stars dimmed instantly, as if swallowed by this power, and the cries of ghosts and gods once again resounded throughout the heavens and earth—the lamentations of the forced destruction of the rules of heaven and earth.

Above the Imperial Pass, all the cultivators wore expressions of despair. They watched helplessly as the fist imprint, containing boundless destructive power, pressed down upon the pass. The imprint blotted out the sky, seemingly intent on utterly annihilating the entire Imperial Pass and even the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths behind it. The shadow of death loomed over everyone's hearts, and many had already closed their eyes, awaiting the arrival of destruction.

However, just as countless cultivators across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were gripped by extreme fear, and An Lan's fist imprint was about to touch the Imperial Pass, a drop of blood appeared out of thin air without warning. This drop of blood was as red as agate and as clear as flame, hovering in the void in front of the Imperial Pass, as if it contained the vitality and power of the entire universe.

Immediately afterwards, the drop of blood burst forth with a dazzling crimson light, which spread out like a tide, instantly enveloping An Lan's devastating fist imprint. A shocking scene unfolded: under the crimson light, the once unstoppable golden fist imprint rapidly disintegrated and vanished like melting snow, being obliterated into nothingness in just a few breaths.

The fist imprint dissipated, and the crimson light receded, reforming into a drop of blood that hovered silently in the void, radiating a faint divine glow. Instantly, peace returned to the world; the collapsing earth ceased its tremors, and the dim stars regained their light, as if the devastating crisis had never occurred.

"That...that is..." The cultivators from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were stunned at first, then reacted. Their eyes turned to the location of the drop of blood in unison, their eyes filled with horror, shock, and disbelief. They simply could not believe what they had just seen.

It was merely a drop of blood, a drop of blood as bright and clear as a fiery drill. Its appearance was so abrupt, yet it radiated a divine light that soared to the heavens, emanating an unfathomable and terrifying pressure. Even more terrifying, it actually obliterated the Anlan Fist imprint that even Tianyuan couldn't withstand! Everyone knew that if it hadn't been for this drop of blood, the entire Imperial Pass, and even vast territories of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, would likely have been reduced to scorched earth by the Immortal King's single punch!
"This is the drop of blood from the Immortal Tomb!" The five overlords—the Gluttonous King, the Immortal Palace Master, the Old Celestial, and others—were initially shocked, then a flash of understanding crossed their eyes. They exchanged glances, utterly astonished, and then all turned their gazes toward the little one's location. They clearly remembered that back in the Immortal Tomb, this mysterious drop of blood had ultimately entered the body of that seemingly insignificant little fellow. They never expected it to reappear at this moment, unleashing such earth-shattering power!

At the same time, the excitement and fervor on the faces of the foreign cultivators froze instantly, replaced by deep fear and bewilderment. Their hair stood on end, they exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions somewhat dazed. What kind of being left behind this blood? Just a single drop of blood, yet it could withstand the full force of their Immortal King's attack! This was utterly beyond their comprehension, causing their absolute confidence in the Immortal King to waver slightly.

On the city wall of the Imperial Pass, the two wisps of Wang Changsheng and Zhao Haotian's primordial spirits were equally stunned. They hovered in the void, staring at the quietly floating drop of blood, their faces filled with astonishment and shock. They had lived for countless years, seen countless rare treasures and supreme divine powers, but they had never seen such terrifying blood. A single drop possessed the power to reverse the universe and obliterate the attacks of an immortal king. The being hidden behind it had probably reached an unimaginable realm.

The entire battlefield fell silent once more, but this silence was different from before; it was filled with shock, confusion, and a glimmer of indescribable hope. The cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths gazed at the drop of blood, their eyes rekindling with light, while the alien army remained completely silent, their previous arrogance vanished. An Lan's chariot still hovered at the edge of the Heavenly Abyss, the figure within seemingly falling silent because of the appearance of this drop of blood. The entire boundless battlefield was filled only with the howling of the wind across the earth and the faint yet resolute light emanating from that drop of blood, testifying to the continuation of protection and hope.

That drop of blood hovered in the void before the Imperial Pass, as crimson as solidified dawn, or like a fiery drill refined over millions of years, every inch of its surface radiating an indescribable divine brilliance. It didn't deliberately release its light, yet it possessed an astonishingly dazzling charm, as if it had condensed the brilliance of all the stars in the heavens into it. Even the most distant cultivators could clearly see its figure suspended between heaven and earth, and feel the throbbing originating from the deepest part of their bloodline.

What astonished the cultivators from both the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths and the alien realm most was that this drop of blood emitted not a trace of killing intent, nor did it contain any offensive laws. It was merely a seemingly harmless drop of blood, quietly suspended there, like a perfect work of art. Yet, even so, the inexplicable pressure it exuded was more terrifying than any malevolent aura in the world. It seemed to be the origin of order that existed since the beginning of heaven and earth, carrying an unquestionable supreme majesty that inspired awe and made it impossible to even entertain the slightest thought of resistance.

This oppressive force, like an invisible tide, silently pierced through the barriers of the Heavenly Abyss, spreading across the land of the alien realm. In an instant, a series of synchronized "thumps" echoed from the alien camp—all the alien cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level or battle experience, were completely suppressed by this oppressive force. Their legs felt as if filled with lead, unable to support their bodies, and they involuntarily knelt on the ground. Their foreheads pressed tightly against the scorching yellow sand, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, their teeth chattered, and they didn't even have the courage to look up.

This scene was utterly unbelievable and astonishing! It must be understood that the cultivators from other realms, accustomed to years of warfare, were all proud and arrogant, especially the powerful figures accompanying their armies, who were particularly unruly. Even when faced with An Lan's oppressive aura, they would only bow respectfully, never kneeling in such a pathetic state. Yet now, the mere pressure emanating from a single drop of seemingly harmless blood had forced their entire army to kneel. This sight left the cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths dumbfounded, and the faces of the foreign realm's high-ranking officials turned ashen.

"What kind of demon dares to act so presumptuously here! Let me see your true nature!" From the alien camp, the immortal powerhouse who had spoken earlier could no longer contain himself. He abruptly raised his head, his eyes instantly blazing with dazzling immortal light. That light, like two small suns, pierced through the chaotic currents of the Heavenly Abyss, landing precisely on the drop of blood. As an immortal being, he had long since developed his own Heavenly Eye, discerning the origin of all things. All illusions in the world were exposed to him; even ancient treasures and forbidden divine abilities could be seen through to their true nature.

However, this time, he encountered an unprecedented obstacle. No matter how intently he stared at the drop of blood, how dazzling the divine light in his eyes, how much he activated his Heavenly Eye Divine Power, he simply couldn't see through the essence of that drop of blood. The surface of that drop of blood seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of chaotic energy, wisps and strands, appearing and disappearing, completely obscuring everything within. What laws were contained within the blood, what order was constructed, whether it concealed a supreme Dao Fruit—he couldn't glimpse any of it. It was as if that drop of blood itself was an independent universe, self-contained, and not to be explored by outsiders.

"This...this is impossible!" After a long while, the immortal from another realm finally withdrew his gaze, his face filled with disbelief and astonishment. He exclaimed in disbelief, "My Heavenly Eye has seen through countless ages, never missing a single detail. Why can't even I see through this drop of blood!" His voice carried a hint of panic, but even more so, a deep shock—the power hidden behind an existence that even an immortal couldn't see through was probably beyond his comprehension. "Your realm is not yet reached." Just then, a faint and indifferent voice came from An Lan's chariot, like the Daoist voice from beyond the nine heavens, carrying a majestic aura that looked down upon all living beings. The moment the voice fell, a faint aura spread out from the chariot. This aura was not strong, but it carried the unique Daoist charm of an immortal king. Wherever it passed, the oppressive aura surrounding the cultivator from another realm vanished instantly, like ice and snow melting away.

"Thank you for saving us, Your Majesty!" The cultivators from the foreign realm felt as if they had been granted a pardon, quickly scrambling to their feet. Although still shaken, they had finally regained their mobility. They bowed deeply to An Lan's chariot, their faces filled with awe. When they looked again at the drop of blood floating in the air, their eyes held not only fear but also a deep sense of apprehension. They vaguely sensed that the being behind this drop of blood was a terrifying existence that even an Immortal King would have to take seriously.

"This drop of blood...is this drop of blood also from our Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?" A young cultivator from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths camp asked in a trembling voice, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"Could it be...could it be that he is the blood of the seven kings from the Immortal Ancient Era? Only such supreme beings could leave behind such a terrifying aura!" An old cultivator with white hair stroked his beard, his eyes filled with longing and excitement.

"Where did this blood come from? And why did it appear at this time?!"

"No matter where it comes from, as long as it's on our side! There's still hope! We can't give up!"

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The appearance of a single drop of blood was like a refreshing rain in a parched desert, instantly dispelling the gloom in the hearts of the cultivators of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. They had been almost suffocated by An Lan's terrifying strength, and the sacrifice of the Crimson-Eyed Elder had cast a shadow of despair over their hearts. But now, the supreme power displayed by this drop of blood gave them renewed hope. They exclaimed in surprise, discussed among themselves, and their eyes rekindled with hope. Their previously dispirited morale soared.

At that moment, the little boy in the crowd stared wide-eyed, his face filled with shock. He tightly gripped Wu Fang's large hand, while pointing to himself with his other small hand, stammering, and then to the drop of blood radiating brilliant light in the void: "Master... Master, that... that drop of blood... it flew... flew away!" He could clearly feel that the drop of blood had some mysterious connection with his body, but now it had broken free from his control and was floating alone between heaven and earth, which made him both nervous and curious.

As the little boy's trembling voice echoed in his ears, Wu Fang nodded slightly, his heart also stirred. The origin of this drop of blood was extraordinary; it had followed Ye Fan, witnessed another turbulent era, and now it perfectly resonated with the little boy, residing within his body. Wu Fang knew that the appearance of this drop of blood was far from accidental; the cause and effect behind it were likely enough to shake the ages.

"Boom!"

Just then, the drop of blood suddenly began to rise and fall violently, as if drawn by some force. The aura it emitted surged dramatically, becoming incomparably turbulent, like a boundless ocean churning between heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, the void groaned under its unbearable weight, and even the abyss began to resonate violently. The entire abyss barrier hummed, and countless cracks appeared on its surface, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

A deafening roar came from the depths of the abyss, followed by an even more terrifying and ancient aura that spread out, causing the temperature of the world to drop by countless degrees.

The next moment, a gigantic spiral fruit abruptly emerged from the depths of the abyss. This fruit was immense, the size of a mountain, its surface covered with spiral patterns, each shimmering with a metallic luster and radiating a terrifying, thunderous power. As soon as it appeared, it pressed down with overwhelming force, instantly enveloping the entire borderland and causing the earth to tremble.

Moreover, after the appearance of the spiral fruit, an ancient and simple cauldron also appeared. The cauldron was also enormous, with three legs and two handles. Its body was engraved with patterns of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and plants. The power it exuded was equally earth-shattering, no less than that of the spiral fruit!
These two mysterious objects, appearing out of nowhere, were like two giant stones thrown into a calm lake, instantly stunning every cultivator present! Whether they were cultivators from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths or creatures from other realms, they all stared wide-eyed at the cauldron and spiral fruit in the Heavenly Abyss, their faces filled with shock and bewilderment.

Where did they come from? Why did they appear at this time? The aura emanating from these two objects is terrifying; their mere presence causes the boundless desert to tremble violently, and the laws of heaven and earth resonate with them, as if they were the core of the universe, the origin of all things. (End of Chapter)