Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

Ancient and mysterious realm, a world of ice and snow.

Snowflakes fluttered down, glaciers stretched like the sea, and on a particularly prominent sword-shaped peak, a teleportation array suddenly lit up, from which three figures emerged.

The first man, dressed in a yellow robe and with white hair, held a precious mirror in his hand. He was none other than Luo Tian, ​​the eccentric genius of Luofu True Valley. He suddenly spoke, "Where is Daoist Jun? He allied with the Fallen God Child to bring us here, but he himself is nowhere to be found?"

The second person, with red hair and black eyes, wearing a red robe and standing on auspicious clouds, was Hong Futian, the freak of Huoyun Cave. He glanced around and said, "The Fallen God and Jun Dao are very close friends, having been friends for many lifetimes. Now the Fallen God is in seclusion cultivating immortal energy, so Jun Dao has come out to contact all sides. This time, it's just that tyrant's bad luck that he has offended us all."

"Jun Dao, come out!" The third person, with dragon horns on his head, a rugged face, and wearing blue armor, roared towards the cave inside the sword's edge as soon as he landed. He was none other than Long Juanyun, the freak of the Demon Dragon Sect.

Hahaha! The roar had just begun when a burst of laughter echoed through the cave, extinguishing it. From the cave, a man with a full head of purple hair and an eerie gaze emerged—it was Jun Dao.

"I've kept you all waiting. Fellow Daoists from Heaven, please come out as well." Jun Dao cupped his hands to the three of them, then looked at the void to the side.

Suddenly, the area twisted and contorted, and a brown-haired, blue-eyed man emerged, wielding a blood-red halberd, and gave the four a cold smile.

"The number one hunter of the Heavenly Kingdom." Luo Tian called out the other party's identity. This number one hunter was very strong and could cause some trouble for the ancient kings; but the truly terrifying one was the hunter of the Heavenly Kingdom. If he made a move, even the Ten-Crown King and Ning Chuan would have to be on high alert.

"The Six-Crown King hasn't replied? Fallen God Ridge is showing its sincerity by sending a true god!" Jun Dao then looked at Hong Futian. They had also contacted the Six-Crown King, but due to the dispersed nature of the various small worlds, news from Bright City hadn't arrived yet; it was too far away.

Hong Futian nodded, and then said, "Gu Jianyun is also in seclusion, trying to cultivate immortal energy, and has not replied."

Upon hearing the words "immortal aura," Jun Dao paused slightly. That step was indeed the transformation that all the geniuses dreamed of. Originally, there were far more freaks in ancient times than there are now. The reason why their numbers kept decreasing was because nine out of ten people perished in order to take that step and surpass the ancients.

Finally, Jun Dao waved his hand and said, "Alright, there's no need to wait for him any longer. The number of us is enough. Let's go to the Xuanhuang Realm and wait for him there. There's a teleportation array there, and it's a place we have to pass through."

Behind him, the True One cultivator from Fallen God Ridge also emerged from the shadows, expressionless. This was the result of a plan laid out in the Immortal Ancient Realm many generations ago. Various forces left behind some descendants who intermarried with the natives in the secret realm, forming new tribes, both plotting to seize the Immortal Ancient Realm's fortune and assisting those who came after.

The next moment, the six men charged toward the Xuanhuang Realm with murderous intent.

Jun Dao of Juntian Realm, the number one hunter of the Heavenly Kingdom, Luo Tian of Luofu True Valley, Hong Futian of Huoyun Cave, Long Juanyun of the Demon Dragon Dao Sect, and a true god of Fallen God Ridge!

Five freaks and one true god join forces to try and kill the Double-Pupil Overlord!

On the other side, within the Sacrificial Realm.

Yang Jian stood in the temple of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, with the clan's old celestial god beside him, solemnly admonishing, "No matter what, the fact that the Thunder Tribulation Liquid can resolve the ancient immortal curse must not be revealed for the time being. Otherwise, the five-clan alliance of the Silver Blood Demon Tree will definitely come to coerce you. Listen to me, you should stay in the clan and cultivate for the time being. Don't go anywhere else, and don't rush to cultivate immortal energy."

"But I don't want to live like this forever." Yang Jian shook his head and said solemnly, "When an opportunity comes, we must seize it. I've been waiting all these years. As long as we seize this opportunity, I, we! We can go out into the world, and go out with our heads held high!"

The old god took a deep breath and looked at him. "Then tell me, now that the opportunity has come, what are you going to do?"

"I intend to use the tribulation lightning to dispel the curse of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, and then use the tribulation lightning liquid to win over the Centaur Clan, the Beautiful Clan, and the Ancient Demon Clan. We can form an alliance, or even an alliance that can leave the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm." Yang Jian revealed his plan. With the imprints of Huang and Liu Shen, these four clans that worship ancestral spirits can easily unite. With the benefit of the tribulation lightning liquid, there is still hope for an alliance.

According to the original historical trajectory he was familiar with, the four clans united for this reason and participated in the war between the sect leaders in the outside world; in addition, there was the Willow God imprint that Shi Hao could awaken, which was also a trump card, and Shi Hao also had the Thunder Tribulation Liquid, so the two of them would definitely have enough to keep.

"Your idea is good, but it needs to be based on the ability to continuously undergo tribulations and obtain the Tribulation Liquid. Let's not talk about that for now. I will secretly accompany you whenever you travel recently, in case anything unexpected happens." The old god exhaled a breath of turbid air, gave a word of advice, and then left the place.

Yang Jian stood in the temple, his eyes flickering, but he closed them.

The surroundings gradually fell silent, and when he opened his eyes again, a rune mark resembling the character "sin" suddenly appeared in his double pupils.

Immediately, a vortex expanded from the rune, enveloping and swallowing Yang Jian's entire body.

When his vision cleared again, Yang Jian was already standing on the familiar ancient ship in the void.

The ship was enormous, stretching for tens of thousands of miles. Its black hull exuded antiquity, along with an eerie and desolate air, suggesting it had existed for an unknown period of time.

Everywhere, the blood of immortals ripples, a frightening crimson. No matter how the river of time flows and the years change, it never dries up and always retains its luster, staining the vast landscape inside the ship's cabin.

"A golden bow and silver bullets are the perfect match for my three-pointed double-edged spear." Yang Jian took a step and rushed into the mountainous area he had explored before. The familiar gray mist was still spreading, and the surroundings were deathly silent. Only the messy and mutilated corpses proved that a fierce battle had taken place.

As he climbed a mountain peak, his steps suddenly faltered, as if sensing something, and he looked towards the northeast.

From the gray mist in that direction, a figure walked out, clad in bronze armor, devoid of any life force, silent and still, standing there like a demonic mountain.

Nearly.

The humanoid figure was clearly defined, with dry, yellow hair disheveled over its shoulders, an expressionless face, and eyes that were deathly gray but radiated a chilling light that was extremely intimidating.

What was most striking was that he carried a golden bow on his back and had silver bullets hanging from his waist, standing on the opposite mountain peak, facing Yang Jian from afar.

That was a former ancient king who withered and perished on his own path, his fate shrouded in misfortune.

Just as Yang Jian was about to make his move, he suddenly sensed that his spiritual body seemed to have encountered a change.

"Hmm? Something's happened in the Xuanhuang Realm?" The thought crossed his mind, and he began to multitask, simultaneously attacking the Golden Bow King while conjuring images of the Xuanhuang Realm in his mind:

call!

Within the Xuanhuang Realm, a cold wind howled and goose-feather snowflakes fluttered down.

Yang Jian stepped out of the teleportation array and stood on a snow-covered mountain, surrounded by howling winds and the sound of rustling pines.

In the distance, in the white, misty mountains where the teleportation array was located, large swaths of leaden clouds seemed to sink down and press down on the mountain peaks.

For ordinary cultivators, this situation might not seem like anything, but Yang Jian, possessing double pupils, noticed something amiss with just a glance.

Those leaden clouds were formed from invisible killing intent; someone had laid out a killing formation ahead, waiting for him to step into it.

This spirit body had suffered considerable damage after fighting with the spirit body of the Six-Crown King, but Yang Jian remained fearless and calmly stepped over it. The schemes in the shadows were useless; he went straight to the door!

"Now that we're here, there's no need to hide and make a fool of ourselves!" Yang Jian stood on the snow-capped peak, scanning the surroundings, his black hair dancing wildly, and two cold beams of electricity shooting from his eyes.

As his voice rang out, the snow valley ahead rumbled and shook, causing countless snowdrifts to fall and startling birds to take flight.

"You've finally arrived. As expected of the Overlord, you knowingly venture into the tiger's den, and you even dare to come after us!" Jun Dao laughed, striding through the void, his purple hair flying like snowflakes, approaching step by step, and stopping atop a distant mountain peak.

"Yang Jian, Yang Jian, how could you, a native, understand? Entering the Immortal Ancient Realm means becoming an opponent, a mortal enemy to fight and compete against. It doesn't matter what means are used to resolve this, as long as you win in the end!" Luo Tian laughed, his face full of contempt, and appeared on another mountain peak.

From the north, another cold laugh rang out. Hong Futian descended on auspicious clouds. "Overlord? I think he's nothing but a laughingstock, destined for defeat and ruin!"

A roar pierced the air as a dragon-shaped cloud materialized into human form, its gaze fixed on Yang Jian. "Mere natives of the Immortal Ancient Era, daring to challenge us? You're courting death!"

"Haha, sending the double pupils on their way is truly one of life's greatest pleasures. I really want to taste those eyeballs!" The number one hunter of the Heavenly Kingdom arrived amidst snowflakes, standing in the void, his eyes filled with madness, cruelty, and bloodlust.

"They're rushing here to die. Killing him won't bring any satisfaction. I wonder how you gentlemen plan to share in his good fortune?" The True God of Fallen God Ridge stood on the distant mountain, not coming over, but his eyes were fixed on Yang Jian.

The arrival of the six masters immediately caused a change in the weather, with blizzards and dark clouds, and thunder and hail.

"What a grand display! They're actually blocking the teleportation array and surrounding us to kill us!"

"Although the Fallen God has not yet emerged from seclusion, Jun Dao has already made connections with various parties, truly a grand undertaking!"

As for the outside world, on the edge of the no-man's-land, cultivators from various sects were also shocked, staring in astonishment at the scene reflected from the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm.

Five oddballs team up with a true god to hunt down the double-pupiled overlord!