Supreme Bone and Double Pupil: Who is Stronger?

A faint, mocking curl touched the corners of Su Chen's mouth.

"Do you truly believe that these worldly powers hold any attraction for me?"

Upon hearing these words, Emperor Xue Ye and Bibi Dong both stiffened, the smiles on their faces freezing in place.

"In your eyes, a Titled Douluo is the pinnacle, and an empire is the entire world."

Su Chen gazed at them with deep, hollow eyes, his tone imbued with an indifference that seemed to see through the ages.

"But in my eyes, they are nothing more than dust that can be extinguished with a flick of a finger."

"Put away your laughable schemes."

"This Humble One is merely a storyteller; I have no interest in your petty, house-playing power struggles."

This merciless rejection left the two great figures completely shut out.

Emperor Xue Ye broke into a cold sweat, anxious to open his mouth and plead his case once more.

"Proprietor."

Just then, from behind the door of Listening Rain Pavilion, a young attendant in green robes poked half his head out with extreme caution.

He looked at the terrifying scene unfolding outside, swallowed hard, and whispered a reminder:

"Proprietor, the time has come."

"The guests in the main hall are already growing impatient, urging you to go up."

Hearing the attendant's reminder, Su Chen gave a slight nod.

"Understood."

With that, Su Chen paid no further mind to Emperor Xue Ye and Bibi Dong, who were still looking at him with eager eyes from the steps.

He turned around, flicked his folding fan, and strolled back into Listening Rain Pavilion with measured steps.

Watching Su Chen's dashing retreating figure, Emperor Xue Ye and Bibi Dong exchanged glances, both seeing the same unwillingness and urgency in the other's eyes.

"Go! We go in to listen to the story!"

Emperor Xue Ye gritted his teeth, hitched up the hem of his dragon robe, and marched into Listening Rain Pavilion without a shred of imperial dignity.

"Father, slow down!" Xue Qinghe hurried to follow.

Bibi Dong was naturally unwilling to be left behind.

"Golden Crocodile, you stay outside and watch these pieces of trash. Without my orders, no one is to make a move."

Bibi Dong cast a cold glance at Tang Xiao and the others, who were still kneeling in the crater, before quickly ascending the steps and walking straight through the doors of Listening Rain Pavilion.

Meanwhile, Tang Xiao and his companions, their knees shattered and their soul power sealed, could only watch helplessly.

The leaders of the two great powers, who had been at each other's throats just moments ago, were now scrambling to squeeze into a teahouse like apprentices fighting for seats.

The sheer, bizarre absurdity of this contrast made Tang Xiao want to cough up blood and die on the spot.

Inside Listening Rain Pavilion, the main hall was already packed to the point of bursting.

Even those soul masters who had paid a fortune for standing room were holding their breath, the silence so profound that the drop of a needle could be heard.

The moment Su Chen walked slowly from the backstage onto the high platform, a wave of fanatical, hushed murmurs erupted throughout the hall!

Emperor Xue Ye, Bibi Dong, and the others were wise enough to find seats in the front row, not daring to make a sound for fear of offending the master on stage.

Su Chen walked to the storytelling desk, picked up the hot tea prepared for him, and took a gentle sip.

Then—

Clack!

The gavel in his hand slammed heavily onto the table!

"Yesterday, we spoke of the seven gods descending to the mortal realm, leaving the world in ruins."

Su Chen's voice was unhurried, instantly pulling everyone's thoughts back into the grand, expansive Perfect World.

"To protect Stone Village, to safeguard the kin behind him—"

"Little One, with his mortal body, defied the gods!"

"He even dug out his own second piece of Samsara bone."

"In the end, however, he was struck by that most bizarre Bronze Rust Immortal Curse."

Su Chen's voice turned hoarse, stirring the emotions of the crowd.

"That young demon king, once renowned throughout the Great Wilderness, that peerless youth—"

"Just like that, amidst the wailing of his parents and brothers, he slowly closed his eyes and was buried deep within the yellow earth of the Great Wilderness."

With this incredibly vivid recap, The eyes of everyone in the great hall turned red once more, and that stifled feeling of grievance and unwillingness surged up from the depths of their hearts.

"However."

Suddenly, Su Chen's tone shifted sharply, his voice rising in volume.

"A natural-born supreme being—how could he be buried by mere Kitsuchi!"

"Do you truly believe that death is the end for Shi Hao?"

Upon hearing these words, Emperor Xue Ye in the front row gripped his armrests tightly, his breathing becoming heavy and ragged.

Bibi Dong also stared intently at Su Chen, terrified of missing even the slightest detail.

Rebirth!

Resurrection!

For those like them, who yearned for immortality and to break the shackles of fate, this was the most lethal temptation of all.

"Within that tomb where the youth was laid to rest."

Su Chen flicked his folding fan, and in the air above, a scene seemed to erupt into existence!

"The Five-Colored Sparrow brought the herb, and at the very intersection of life and death, it radiated a supreme vitality capable of defying the yin and yang!"

"In the darkness, within his broken and withered body, it forcibly reconnected the severed Great Dao!"

In the vision, that lonely tomb began to tremble, and the Kitsuchi atop the mound tumbled down in rustling heaps.

"Nirvana in death, rebirth in destruction!"

As Su Chen's words fell, In the illusory scene above, a crack suddenly split open across the tomb that buried Little One.

As the soil churned, a hand—bloodless yet crystalline like jade—thrust out from the deep Kitsuchi and gripped the edge of the grave.

Immediately after.

BOOM!

A vitality as vast as the sea and pure to the extreme surged from the ruined tomb, shooting straight into the nine heavens!

Under the fusion of the supreme Soul-Returning Grass brought by the Five-Colored Sparrow and the drop of Thunder Emperor True Blood within his body, The youth who should have been dead for so long had truly defied the yin and yang, sitting up from his coffin with sheer force!

His hair, once withered and white, transformed at that very moment into a waterfall of black, visible to the naked eye.

His shriveled flesh filled out once more, and the meridians and bones previously corroded by the Bronze Rust Immortal Curse were scoured clean by the tyrannical power of destruction and creation inherent in the Thunder Emperor True Blood, leaving them crystalline and translucent!

"He's alive..."

"He actually came back to life!"

In the front row, Emperor Xue Ye gripped the armrests of his chair so hard that his beard trembled with excitement.

That was a death sentence caused by an immortal curse, a situation where even the spark of life had been completely extinguished!

Yet, with nothing more than a blade of grass and a drop of blood, he had crawled back out after being buried in the earth for so long!

Bibi Dong also drew a sharp breath, her noble, beautiful eyes filled with irrepressible shock.

As the Pope who controlled Martial Soul Hall, she had witnessed countless healing soul skills.

But even the Nine Heart Begonia, hailed as the greatest support on the continent, could not pull back someone who had truly perished.

This was no longer healing; this was snatching a soul from Yama and reversing the laws of heaven!

"Breaking the cocoon to become a butterfly, a rebirth through nirvana."

On the high platform, Su Chen slowly closed his fan, his gaze sweeping over the dazed eyes below.

"Having endured this true trial of life and death, Little One has not only completely neutralized the curse within his body."

"His broken physical form has undergone an ultimate sublimation beneath this Kitsuchi."

"He has broken the shackles of the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm and clearly seen the path ahead."

Su Chen's voice carried an indescribable sense of vicissitudes and grandeur.

"Next, it is time for the vast and cruel Three Thousand Provinces of the Upper Realm!"

"He will carry the burning fury of the Lower Realm, storm into the Upper Realm, and settle the blood debts with those high-and-mighty giants one by one!"

Hearing these words, the entire Listening Rain Pavilion erupted into a wave of fervent cheers.

"Good! Storm the Upper Realm and settle the blood debts!"

"That is exactly how it should be! Those high-and-mighty false gods deserve to taste the feeling of falling from their altars!"

Everyone felt the pent-up frustration that had been stifled for so long finally dissipate, leaving them feeling clear-headed and refreshed.

Amidst this heated atmosphere, In the private room on the second floor, Xue Qinghe raised an eyebrow, as if having realized something.

He walked to the railing and bowed toward Su Chen on the high platform.

"Mr. Su."

Xue Qinghe's voice was not loud, yet the hall gradually fell silent.

"Qinghe has a question."

"Since Little One was able to gestate a second Supreme Bone in a life-or-death crisis, and even return from the dead..."

"Then what of his brother, the Double Pupil Shi Yi?"

Xue Qinghe paused, a flicker of doubt crossing his eyes.

"Sir once said that the Double Pupil is a path of invincibility. So, between the Double Pupil and the Supreme Bone, which is truly stronger?"

Upon hearing this question.

Yu Yuanzhen, Ning Fengzhi, and the others below the platform all pricked up their ears.

Indeed.

One was born with the Double Pupil, the other born with the Supreme Bone.

When these two heaven-defying fortunes collided, although Little One won the Battle of the Two Stones, it was because of his terrifying combat talent.

Judging solely by these two talents, which one was superior?

On the high platform, Su Chen picked up his teacup and gently brushed the lid.

"Which is stronger?"

Su Chen took a sip of tea, then smiled faintly.

"The Double Pupil holder is a born saint; with a blink of their eyes, they can see through all illusions and master both destruction and creation."

"The Supreme Bone holder is a born supreme; they possess innate supreme techniques, capable of acting on behalf of the heavens to punish and suppress all enemies in the world."

"Both are the most top-tier, ultimate fortunes in this world. In terms of grade alone, there is no distinction between high and low."

Having said this, Su Chen set down his teacup and looked calmly at Xue Qinghe.

"Therefore, there has never been an invincible bone, nor an invincible eye."

"What is truly invincible is always the person who wields this fortune."

As these words fell, everyone in the hall nodded thoughtfully.

Indeed.

Little One had his bone gouged out, yet he still carved out a bloody path; this was enough to prove that the person is the foundation.

However, just as everyone was still ruminating on Su Chen's words.

In the corner, Yue Guan, who had not dared to make a sound, suddenly seemed to realize something terrifying.

He swallowed hard, a look of horror flashing across his powdered face.

"M-Mr. Su..."

Yue Guan gathered his courage, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"You just said that the Double Pupil masters destruction and creation."

"Since even Little One, who was buried in the dirt, could return from the dead..."

Yue Guan's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty as he stared fixedly at the high platform.

"Then his brother, whose head was severed, the Double Pupil Shi Yi..."

"Could it be..."

Before Yue Guan could finish his sentence.

The breathing of everyone in the hall came to a complete standstill in that instant!

The smile on the face of Emperor Xue Ye froze abruptly, and Bibi Dong's pupils constricted sharply.

Everyone looked at Su Chen on the high platform as if they had seen a ghost.

It couldn't be, could it?

On the Sky Battlefield of the Void God Realm, Shi Yi had been decapitated by Little One's sword, and even his soul had been obliterated!

In the common knowledge of the Douluo Continent, a severed head was a death sentence that even the gods could not save!

Could he really survive that?

Facing the pairs of incredulous eyes in the hall, Su Chen curled the corners of his mouth in a playful manner.

"Who told you..."

"That Shi Yi is dead?"

This simple rhetorical question once again plunged the entire hall into absolute silence.

Not dead?

Decapitated, soul obliterated, and he still wasn't dead?

"This, how is this possible!"

Yu Yuanzhen stood up, losing his composure entirely, his face etched with utter disbelief.

"His head is gone, how could he possibly still be alive!"

Su Chen snapped his folding fan open with a sharp click and continued his narration:

"I said just now, the Double-Pupil holds the pinnacle of creation."

"When the Battle of the Two Stones concluded, the world believed that Shi Yi had been decapitated and had perished completely."

Su Chen waved his fan, and the image that had previously vanished in mid-air reappeared once more.

It was the Lower Realm of the past, and within the scene, countless Venerables were fighting over the remains of Shi Yi.

Just then, a woman dressed in ancient attire appeared.

When everyone in the hall caught a clear look at the woman's eyes, they couldn't help but gasp in unison.

Double-Pupils!

This mysterious woman actually possessed a pair of Double-Pupils as well!

"The Ancient Double-Pupil Woman!"

Su Chen's voice resonated slowly throughout the hall.

"A supreme powerhouse from the ancient era, an unparalleled existence who was also born with Double-Pupils."

"Without anyone noticing, she silently took away Shi Yi's broken body."

In the image, the Ancient Double-Pupil Woman merely waved her hand casually, and Shi Yi's body was enveloped in a gentle glow.

She then stepped into the void with him and vanished from sight.

"The lineage of the Double-Pupil has always possessed incredible heritage and foundations."

Su Chen's gaze swept across the people of Douluo, who were now completely stunned.

"Through the heaven-defying methods of this Ancient Double-Pupil Woman, and the restorative power of creation inherent within the Double-Pupils themselves—"

"Shi Yi did not die."

"Instead, he broke through his cocoon to be reborn, mending the flaws within his own being."

Su Chen's tone quickened, tightening the rhythm of the story once more.

"When Little One was undergoing nirvana in the yellow earth, preparing to charge into the Upper Realm—"

"His fated nemesis, the born saint and Double-Pupil bearer, Shi Yi—"

"Had already stepped into the Upper Realm long ago!"

Hearing this, every soul master in the hall felt their minds struggling to keep up.

The younger brother had his bones dug out, yet he didn't die, went on to win the decisive battle, and even crawled back out after being buried in the dirt.

The older brother had his head chopped off in public, yet he didn't die, and was taken to the Upper Realm by an ancient Double-Pupil titan to be resurrected and upgraded.

Are these two monsters even human?

Is life in this Perfect World really more resilient than the weeds on the side of the road?

"Mr. Su..."

Emperor Xue Ye swallowed hard, feeling a dull ache in his heart.

"Is such an outrageous resurrection a common occurrence in the Upper Realm?"

If that were truly the case, wouldn't the method to achieve immortality be everywhere?

Su Chen glanced at Emperor Xue Ye, seeing right through the little scheme playing out in his mind.