Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

At the foot of the broken mountain, a jade table lies across the ground, and an ancient tripod stands proudly.

Yang Jian stood before the cauldron, and a faint sound rose from in front of him, like an ancient demon lord chanting incantations to summon souls to the deepest hell.

Moreover, right behind him, three large, jet-black hands, some even covered in red hair, reached out, each possessing the power to imprison the divine fire creatures.

In an instant, the deathly silence of darkness was shattered, and purple divine fire leaped up, illuminating the entire universe.

Suddenly, a change occurred. Golden light shot out from Yang Jian's double pupils, encompassing the heavens and the earth. He turned around abruptly and let out a loud shout. Countless blood energy runes within his body revived, and 108 mountains and 365 seas appeared simultaneously, causing the thunderous sound to be like a bolt from the blue, like the sound of a mountain torrent. The airflow from his roar transformed into towering waves!

Blood and qi surged like mountains and seas, and a roar shook the sky. A white wave of energy surged and crashed down like the vast universe, crushing the three red-haired ghost hands that reached out!

At this moment, Yang Jian had already taken flight and landed behind the three one-armed corpse demons. He stood with his hands behind his back, showing no intention of making a move. However, the blood energy that naturally spread out was unprecedentedly intense. Hundreds or even thousands of blood energy runes flew out one after another, each the size of a human body.

The three one-armed ghouls were immediately surrounded by dense blood-red runes, and then Yang Jian calmly said, "Suppress!"

With just one word, the countless runes condensed into a crimson mountain shaped like the character "镇" (zhen, meaning "suppress"), which crashed down onto the three-headed corpse demon, crushing the three monsters into ashes from head to toe.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jian had annihilated the corpses of three geniuses who had surpassed the ordinary Divine Fire Realm. He didn't give them a second glance, but instead cautiously looked at the stone cauldron and chose to take a detour.

That cauldron is strange; there's no need to investigate it further.

But after sensing his intention, the large cauldron began to shake and emitted a sound again:

"Step forward, open the cauldron, and I will grant you immortality, allowing you to establish a royal family!"

It was as if a force was restraining him, or as if it was tempting him to move forward; but Yang Jian remained unmoved. His whole body was enveloped in purple divine fire, and the immortal golden dragon shadow and the chanting immortality within him were revived, dissolving that sound.

That divine fire contained traces of immortal Dao within it, which actually made the sound cause him very little harm, and its impact was not absolute.

But Yang Jian knew in his heart that these Dao marks and imprints would have to be cut off in the future, so as not to become a shackle on himself. The only one he could truly rely on was himself.

"Immortality, longevity, eternal life—you mortals, step forward!"

The elusive voice carried a chilling, irresistible force, directly impacting one's will, offering benefits and commanding one to move forward.

Roar!

Just then, the severed dragon horn on Yang Jian's back suddenly lit up, emitting a magnificent dragon roar that shook the heavens and the earth, suppressing the fluctuations.

Then, a stream of heat spread out from the dragon's horn, transforming into a dense array of runes that enveloped Yang Jian's entire body from head to toe, as brilliant as a burning torch.

"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Supreme Technique!" Yang Jian simultaneously activated the immortal scripture, and the phantom of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths appeared behind him. He broke free from the influence of the cauldron and arrived at the back of the Broken Mountain. It was here that a faint howl came from, and there was a deep abyss ahead.

This abyss was so vast that it stretched out there, with chaotic mist swirling above and pitch blackness below, its bottom invisible, and a terrifying aura emanating from it.

The roar I heard earlier seemed to be coming from the abyss below, the final resting place of the ship's cabin. Even the cauldron I had heard earlier seemed to have been thrown out from here, because there were similar marks here.

Yang Jian had a vague feeling that all the strangeness and ominousness ultimately originated here, in the abyss below, where it seemed to be able to devour everything. He raised his right hand, and with two fingers together, he swept them across his eyes. His double pupils immediately shone brightly, and two narrow golden flames stretched outward from his eye sockets!

Within the narrow confines of his double pupils, he saw a person sitting cross-legged above the entrance to the abyss, as if his body had been sealed there.

The figure was tall and imposing, with black hair streaked with blood, cascading down to his waist, as he sat there.

"One of the Seven Kings of the Borderlands...I wonder which one it is?"

Yang Jian's expression turned solemn. There was a terrifying power on that corpse. Normally, he would not be able to see it. Only with the protection of the True Dragon Horn and his own bloodline could he see it clearly.

The fallen king was covered in the dust of time, and beneath him lay an ancient pattern that sealed the exit of the abyss.

This is the seal he set up before his death, sealing this place. Clearly, this king had made immeasurable achievements, but no one knew that he had done all of this.

In the cold and dark void, he died alone, unknown to anyone, without anyone to see him off. The world was unaware that such a person had ever stood there, sacrificing himself to block this abyss.

"These patterns are the sealing techniques of the Seven Kings of the Borderlands, specifically designed to counter darkness. If I could study them..."

Yang Jian stared at the pattern. Even with the help of his double pupils, the runes were incredibly obscure and profound. They were truly the Great Dao Heavenly Patterns. Even if one only comprehended a tiny bit from them, they would be filled with unfathomable heavenly power!

In the past, the Immortal Palace had a powerful sealing technique known as the Nine Seals of the Immortal King, with terrifying battle records; and Yang Jian felt that if he used the celestial patterns he saw before him, it would be no worse than that technique.

At this moment, he was studying it carefully, and even the Eternal Diagram began to rotate, with a new line of characters faintly appearing on it.

But at that very moment, the great cauldron began to shake violently, and a roar came from its depths. Around the entire broken mountain, one ancient lamp after another appeared suspended in the void, while thunderous sounds echoed from the abyss, challenging the seal.

Before long, wisps of gray-black mist began to seep out of the seal. In the distance, the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling rose and fell. Yang Jian finally shifted his gaze and looked ahead. On the other side of the horizon, there was a mountain range, each one as black as ink, now spewing out eerie mist.

It sounded like the wailing of a million vengeful ghosts, like the gates of hell opening. In those mountains, countless dark shadows, numbering in the thousands, surged out.

The sight was chilling. There were so many ancient corpses, leaping from one mountain peak to another. These ancient corpses were all once powerful beings, and they just kept coming. But some of the ancient corpses were different. They were wrapped in black mist, full of vitality, and slowly walked over from behind, exuding a powerful aura.

Furthermore, there was a group of young people there, whose strength seemed to be similar to his. They stood proudly with indifferent expressions, all gazing at him. These were some young supreme beings, each with their own path.

They were ancient kings who were corrupted by darkness within the ancient immortal realm.

One of them, in particular, had gray eyes but held a golden longbow and carried silver, stone-like bullets at his waist, making him appear especially dangerous among the group of young people.

Golden bow and silver bullets!

"Hmm? Someone else has come in?"

Suddenly, Yang Jian looked in another direction, where another figure emerged from the crack in the outside world, and a symbol resembling the character for "sin" faintly appeared between his brows!

That person seemed to have just finished a fierce battle, and there was a fire-burned hole on his body, exactly one thousand one hundred.

As soon as he landed, he was surrounded by a dense mass of ancient corpses, and before he could figure out what was happening, he was suddenly caught in a fierce battle.

"What's going on? This isn't what the Void Heaven Divine Vine said. This is only the first ominous attack, and I've already been dragged into this?"

The man was puzzled. He held a halberd made from the bone of a void beast in his hand, and a pair of Kunpeng wings spread behind him as he charged and fought his way through the ancient corpses.

He turned around abruptly and saw someone watching him from a broken mountain in the distance. He looked over and his expression suddenly turned to astonishment:

"Double pupils? Is it Shi Yi?"