Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

Three days later, at Shi Yi's secluded retreat.

Luoshen Mountain is said to be the landform transformed from the fallen god. On its head-shaped peak, a cave dwelling has been carved out.

At this moment, Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his back on the mountaintop, the wind making his clothes flutter. Shi Yi's voice still echoed in his ears: "This time you're in seclusion, quite a few people are paying attention. At least the first generation has come. If you can't handle it, you can call me."

"No need. I'm only worried that they won't send enough people." Yang Jian interrupted Shi Yi. Inside the cave, Shi Yi snorted, "Unlike the double pupils of our predecessors, I also want to see how far you've come."

Immediately afterwards, Yang Jian's gaze turned to the mountains to the east, where four auras were approaching, all of them Venerables.

"The hunt begins." His eyes instantly blazed with golden light, his double pupils displaying power and directly reflecting the appearance of the four attackers.

Three men and one woman each occupied a side. Some had silver hair, some had three eyes, some had golden horns, and some had deathly mist. They were all different and had an astonishing aura, like four ancient divine mountains standing tall. If an ordinary Venerable One were here, he would have been suffocated by their oppression and would have no ability to resist.

These four are all extraordinary. Each of them possesses a blood and energy as vast as rivers and seas, dormant within their bodies. They are at least the strongest in their respective states and will most likely become rulers of their regions in the future.

Soon, four figures streaked across the sky and landed not far from Yang Jian, scrutinizing him. One of them took out a scroll, compared it with the others, and frowned. "He has double pupils, but he's not the Shi Yi that the master is looking for."

"Another double pupil? Impossible! Such talent is rare, only one in thousands of years. How can two appear in one generation?" A man with a full head of silver hair exclaimed in surprise. This feature is very rare, and he didn't expect that two of them would appear this time.

"There's no mistake, this is where Shi Yi is in seclusion. His aura is right behind him, so this guy is most likely an accomplice Shi Yi brought in. With the four of us First Generation cultivators here, what are we afraid of? We'll just sweep through!"

After comparing the options, the four of them still came over, their imposing manner heading straight for Shi Yi's secluded cultivation place.

"Take it one step further, and everything will be turned upside down!"

Yang Jian spoke, his double pupils shooting out golden light, directly blocking the path of the four first generation.

"Interesting. I thought double pupils meant he had an extra eye, but it turns out he had an extra guts!" The man with a vertical eye between his eyebrows chuckled, holding a sharp spear in his hand, its edge gleaming.

Another person laughed loudly; this was a powerful figure with golden bull horns on his head. After laughing, his gaze suddenly turned cold. "Who do you think you are? Daring to block the path of the Four Great Primordial Figures? Do you think you're some ancient freak?!"

This is the Golden Bull, a mutated bloodline from the ancient Wild Bull Clan, and one of its first generations!

"Do you think you're so strong? You're just one person, yet you dare to challenge our authority!" A woman shrouded in black mist and clad in black armor walked over, exuding an aura of death; she was from the Netherworld Clan.

"That ox is a follower of Sword Valley." The last silver-haired man spoke, raising his eyelids to sized up Yang Jian. "I am a follower of the Demon Dragon Sect, that Netherworld Clan member is a follower of Luofu True Valley, and the other three-eyed man is from Fire Cloud Cave. Behind the four of us are ancient freaks! I advise you to think carefully."

Faced with the four people's words, Yang Jian shook his head and said nothing more, because there was no need to talk to a dead person.

Words have been exhausted; only death remains.

He coldly looked down at the four of them as if they were four corpses, and this contemptuous attitude immediately angered the four original generation members.

They were originally the undisputed prodigies of their province, domineering and unrestrained. Now, with four of them traveling together, who would dare to ignore them? Too arrogant!

The four exchanged a glance, their killing intent rising instantly. Without a word, they simultaneously and in perfect unison surrounded and attacked Yang Jian.

"I'll start, you attack, let's finish this quickly!" The silver-haired man stared at Yang Jian, his hands suddenly forming a hand seal. His eyes turned white and then transformed into a constantly spinning vortex. That vortex pulled at people's minds and could devour their consciousness into another world.

Seeing him make his move, the remaining three smiled with relief. The silver-haired man was from the Mirage Clan of the Three Thousand Continents, and he was most skilled in illusion and concealment. He directly used the first generation treasure technique to control his opponent, and they only needed to take the opportunity to kill him. One strike was enough to kill him!

At that very moment, Yang Jian raised his head, his double pupils meeting those swirling eyes. His expression was indifferent, but his right double pupil suddenly lit up, and a sound like a shattering mirror echoed through the arena.

Unfortunately, no one noticed the sound. Instead, the remaining three first generation members coordinated perfectly and attacked Yang Jian directly.

Behind Yang Jian, black mist churned, and a burst of dark light carrying a putrid aura surged forth. The first female leader of the Underworld Clan wielded a death scythe and slashed down, the blade tearing through the void to form a terrifying void cleavage. It cleaved directly into the body of the person in front of her, pulling down from the neck to the lower abdomen, leaving blood gushing out.

Moo! The golden bull roared, unleashing its immense strength. Its fist, capable of shattering mountains and breaking rivers, slammed out and pierced through the chest of 'Yang Jian' in front of it, enjoying the warm sensation of blood splattering onto its face.

Then, the eerie man with a vertical eye between his brows shouted, his third eye glowing and actually distorting the void, forming a collapsing vortex, aiming at Yang Jian. The silvery-white void turbulence immediately enveloped his body and tore him apart.

The four first-generation cultivators coordinated perfectly, immediately unleashing their strongest techniques to attack each other. The surrounding cultivators felt a chill in their hearts, sensing that none of the first-generation cultivators would survive.

"Heh! Nothing special." Upon seeing this, the silver-haired man sneered. With their coordinated attack, even the first generation would die. Ancient freaks could not be ignored. This was the reason why the four major lineages sent them to capture Shi Yi!

"Now, it's time to capture Shi Yi. He won't last a single round, just like before." The four of them relaxed and stretched, looking down at the four shattered 'corpses' in front of them, and couldn't help but laugh.

But at that very moment, the four first generation members blinked, looking at the blood-stained corpse of the double-pupiled individual before them, and unexpectedly found that their eyes were a little itchy.

The silver-haired man scratched his eyes, but suddenly heard the underworld woman beside him scream, "Your eyes!"

"My eyes?" The silver-haired man was taken aback, then looked at the woman from the underworld with even greater astonishment. "How did your eyes become like this?"

The other two looked over immediately upon hearing the sound, and were immediately startled, because the eyes of the silver-haired man and the woman from the underworld had suddenly become two pupils that rotated and intertwined, which was double pupils!

What's going on?

The four were bewildered and couldn't help but look at each other. What they saw next was even more horrifying.

"No, how come all four of us have double pupils?" The three-eyed man was horrified. Even his third eye between his eyebrows had become like this, and he could no longer see through illusions and look directly at the source!

What?!

For a moment, the four original generation members were stunned. Their pupils turned into double pupils, and at the same time, they heard the sound of a mirror shattering in each of their ears.

Like a flower in a mirror or the moon in water, the next moment, the "double-pupiled one" that the four of them had killed suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless dreamlike bubbles. In the blink of an eye, the four of them felt a sharp pain.

puff!

The four original beings coughed up blood and opened their eyes again, only to find that their weapons were stuck in each other's bodies. The Netherworld woman's scythe was cutting into the silver-haired man's body, the Golden Bull punched through the Netherworld woman's chest, the three-eyed man injured the silver-haired man with a Void Rift Slash, and the silver-haired man's power injured the three-eyed man in turn.

They are killing each other!

From beginning to end, he never touched Yang Jian, nor did he ever hurt him.

"Impossible! Could it be that I was already trapped in an illusion the moment I saw his eyes?!" The silver-haired man couldn't believe it. He was the most skilled illusionist among the Mirage Clan! How could he have been tricked in this first-generation domain?

The three-eyed man took a deep breath, his expression turning grim. "No, it was us, the four of us, the four original generations, who were already affected the moment we met those double pupils."

"Were we in an illusion from beginning to end?"

The woman from the Underworld looked around, then finally raised her head to look at the sky. The other three did the same. In their vision, the entire sky began to be enveloped by enormous double pupils. The four pupils rotated, like an ancient demon god looking down, uttering a deep murmur:

"Before these eyes, everything about you is a flaw."

Throughout, Yang Jian stood still, coldly watching them fall into the illusion woven by his double pupils, and then watching them kill each other. He stood with his hands behind his back, not even a single hair out of place.

Upon witnessing this scene, the four original members felt a chill run down their spines. In just one exchange, they had fallen for the trap, making a fool of themselves in front of their enemy.

Yang Jian hasn't even made a move yet! And they've already seriously injured each other?

"Something's not right. I don't think it's necessary to hold out. Let's retreat first, then go back and report to the four adults before making further arrangements!"

The three-eyed man said that it would be difficult to win if the fight continued. If it dragged on until Shi Yi came out of seclusion, it would be troublesome. As soon as he said this, the remaining three first generation members frowned. As first generation members, they were only inferior to those ancient freaks. When did the four of them have to run away together?

What's more, this was before we even touched a single person's clothes or actually fought!

What are they supposed to say when they go back?

Were the four of them so terrified that they were scared out of their wits just because Yang Jian glared at them?

However, even if they wanted to leave, the other person in the room wouldn't allow it.

At this moment, Yang Jian finally moved. He took a step forward slowly, his double pupils turned, and a blood-red blade flew out from his left eye, followed by a bronze sword. Runes gathered under his feet, forming a golden dragon. Above the vast sky, snowflakes fell as the energy washed over them.

Snowflakes fall, dragons leap, truly: Golden helmets reflect snow, displaying divine might, two blades cut through the air, severing right and wrong!

"Not good!" The four original generation members felt a strong sense of alarm and couldn't help but step back, looking at the huge shadow that soared into the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds dissipated, the sky darkened, and a golden dragon soared into the heavens. Atop its head stood a figure, his face blurred, only his pair of golden double pupils remaining exceptionally clear. Around him swirled a sword and a blade, and a desolate, timeless aura instantly emerged, accompanied by the resounding strains of divine music.

"Alone in a foreign land, I am a stranger, gazing at each other from past and present lives."

A sword and a blade suffice to express my life's joys, yet I bear the weight of youthful folly in this world!

next moment.

The blade rises, the sword falls, and the man dies!