Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

The old man was not tall, and was even somewhat hunched over. His blood-stained robe had been washed until it was white, with fine wear at the edges, but the robe was still crisp, as if some force was holding its shape up.

His face was gaunt, with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, with a dark red light surging deep within his pupils, like two flames burning at the bottom of a deep well.

When the old man saw what the silicon-based beings looked like, a hint of shock flashed across his furious face:

"An extraterrestrial demon?"

He recalled the ancient war between gods and demons that shattered the heavens and earth.

At that time, he was still young and just a Qi cultivator doing odd jobs in the sect. He didn't even have the qualifications to go to the battlefield.

But he had personally witnessed those beings that descended from outer space.

The dark, shadowy thing in front of them was somewhat similar to the Heavenly Demon, with the same pitch-black metallic body, the same cold silence, and the same lifelessness.

However, their strength seems to be quite inferior to those extraterrestrial demons.

When those celestial demons descended, one after another, beings at the Heavenly Dao level perished, the entire Three Realms were shattered, and even several pillars of heaven were broken.

The Heavenly Demon has no divine soul, does not cultivate immortal power, comes and goes without a trace, feeds on pure material energy, and turns everything in its path into nothingness.

At that time, many Heavenly Daos chose to perish together with the extraterrestrial demons in order to resist them, and the world was shattered into pieces.

After that battle, the three most prestigious blessed lands and immortal islands in the Three Realms were lost in the void and no longer connected to the Three Realms.

During that great battle, he unexpectedly found a corpse of a Heavenly Dao, and through this opportunity, he rose from an unknown Qi Refiner to the position of a Heavenly Dao.

Realizing that the person in front of him might be an extraterrestrial demon, a blood-red spear suddenly appeared in the old man's hand.

He dared not be complacent. He had to give it his all.

This gun is the God-Slaying Gun, the strongest weapon among innate spiritual treasures.

It is said that it contains a mid-level demonic weapon from an extraterrestrial demon, capable of easily piercing the Heavenly Dao and slaying beings with immortal souls.

The gun is dark red all over, and the barrel is made of a nearly black metal with dense dark gold patterns covering the surface.

The patterns on the gun resembled the veins of a living creature, slowly writhing along its shaft, each line emanating a chilling aura of malevolence. The spearhead was willow-leaf shaped, its blade gleaming with a dark red light, as if the entire gun contained some terrifying killing intent sealed within. The space around the gun seemed to distort slightly, as if even space itself was being eroded by that malevolent energy.

The old man's hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

That wasn't fear; it was the power of the God-Slaying Spear itself that was forcing him to overexert his body.

His aura instantly surged, his previously hunched posture straightened a bit, and an unnatural flush appeared on his gaunt face.

The murderous aura emanating from his body intertwined with the murderous aura emanating from the gun, forming a dark red halo around him, forcing the remaining immortal energy around him back several feet away.

The silicon-based ones did not move.

Although his eyes were not visible, one could still sense that he was staring intently at the spear in the old man's hand.

"Such strong radiation! What kind of technology is this?!"

The silicon-based individual sensed something from above that didn't belong to the path of cultivation; it was something that shared the same origin as him.

science and technology!

Three identical copies of it suddenly appeared behind the silicon-based one.

Three dark figures appeared out of thin air, without any spatial fluctuations, as if they had split off from the shadow of the silicon-based beings themselves.

Four silicon-based figures stood in a row, all with identical black metallic bodies, identical rings of light, and identical postures. The spacing between them was precise to the millimeter, like a set of copied and pasted models.

The old man, who was about to strike with his spear, subconsciously took two steps back.

His pupils contracted sharply in that instant.

If the opponent is alone, he is still confident of fighting.

With the God-Slaying Spear in hand, even if the opponent is an extraterrestrial demon, he is confident that he can pierce through the opponent's core and completely destroy it.

But now there are four of them, and each of them exudes the same aura as the one he sensed before—calm and cold, with no discernible depth, yet carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

Facing them would be a certain death sentence.

The old man lived for tens of thousands of eons, climbing step by step from a minor cultivator to the edge of the Heavenly Dao, relying on his ability to bend and stretch.

He could survive when facing strong enemies back then, and he can survive now.

The Zhang family can be rebuilt if it's gone, and face can be regained if it's lost, but once life is gone, everything is lost.

Thinking of this, he vanished on the spot without saying a word, his figure turning into a streak of blood-red light as he retreated rapidly into the depths of the mountains.

His speed was extremely fast, and he covered hundreds of feet in almost the same instant. The blood-red light left a trail of afterimages in the air, like a long, blood-red thread.

The silicon-based one did not chase after it, but instead its four ring-shaped light bands lit up simultaneously, and the dark red light formed a resonance between them.

The frequency of that resonance was so fast that the surrounding air didn't even have time to vibrate. In just an instant, the four light bands reached their peak simultaneously, and then everything returned to calm.

The old man in the blood-red robe, who was originally fleeing into the distance, suddenly returned to the original spot, as if time had been reversed.

His figure reappeared where he had been standing, the blood-red afterimage dissipating in mid-air as if he had never moved.

His fingers, still gripping the God-Slaying Spear, remained in the same position as before. The ground beneath his feet still bore the previous dent, and even the immortal energy that had been forced back by the spear's malevolent aura had gathered back into the air.

The old man's shock froze for a moment, then quickly turned into a deeper fear.

"How could this happen? How did you do that?"

His voice squeezed out from his throat, with an almost hoarse tremor.

It is impossible for someone at the Heavenly Dao level to control the power of time.

He lived for tens of thousands of eons, climbing step by step from a Qi Refiner to the edge of the Heavenly Dao, and had a thorough understanding of the laws of the Three Realms.

Time is one of the highest rules, and only those beings who transcend the laws of nature can possibly glimpse its secrets.

The fact that this dark, indistinct thing in front of him could actually pull him back from his escape meant that its understanding of space and time far exceeded his cognitive boundaries.