Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

The powerful immortals of ancient times stirred, and the Overlord, desiring ultimate sublimation, took a step out of the immortal realm.

It wasn't just him; many kings and oddballs chose to go into seclusion.

Rumors flew everywhere. Some said they saw the Six-Crown King with the hand bones of a true immortal, about to cultivate supreme immortal energy; others said they saw the Fallen God Child in seclusion in a demonic land, where the phenomenon of immortal mist appeared; still others said the Dark God Child had comprehended the secrets of his past life and was about to reappear with immortal energy; and still others said that Lone Sword Cloud had sworn to cultivate immortal energy and then kill the Overlord to avenge the other three freaks.

It can be said that the entire ancient world is now shaken by the word "immortal energy".

The true measure of a king now lies in his ethereal aura.

"I dare say that some ancient kings will perish. Now the situation is pressing, and they have no choice but to move forward and take that step. But how many of them will succeed?" Some of the ancient natives, not wanting to miss out on the excitement, stirred up trouble.

It is a fact that the Immortal Bud has bloomed three thousand times, and in each life, someone has stood out from the crowd. There are quite a few ancient freaks who chose to seal themselves, but how many of them actually survived?

Some died in battle, but many more stopped at the dead end, their lives ending in exhaustion.

Some countered, "The banished immortals and the ten-time champions mostly cultivated immortal energy!"

"Six-time champion Ning Chuan is almost here too. This man is exceptionally talented throughout history and is destined to rise from the ashes like a fish leaping in the sea and a dragon soaring into the sky." Some of the natives of the Five Races Alliance admire Ning Chuan because they are cooperating with the Demon Dragon Dao Sect, Sword Valley, Fire Cloud Cave, and Luofu True Valley.

Of course, some natives who were on good terms with the Eight-Armed Soul Clan disagreed with their statement: "The Overlord will most likely take that step as well, after all, even a spirit body can slay a Six-Crown King's spirit body."

Both sides stuck to their own versions of events, arguing heatedly until their faces were red with anger.

Now, Yang Jian is pondering in the ancient temple of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, studying the notes and experiences left behind by other powerful figures, trying to clarify his own path.

The powerful members of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan stood guard on his left and right, protecting him. Their expressions were all solemn. Having seen generation after generation of outsiders, they naturally understood that this path was difficult and hopeless. If anyone could succeed, it was destined to be among the ancient kings, because they had accumulated experience for generations and had been refining their skills ever since.

This kind of accumulation cannot be surpassed in a lifetime; it requires the accumulation of years.

Therefore, they were actually somewhat worried about Yang Jian, not because of his strength, but because he lacked experience in accumulating knowledge, exploring and experimenting with different paths. He was too young!

"Yang Jian, there's no need to rush. This step is too dangerous. Why don't we prepare some life-saving items for you before you try to break through?" The old god advised. They had already regarded Yang Jian as the hope for the rise of their race and the breaking of the curse, so naturally they didn't want anything to go wrong.

"No need. This step is all about spirit, about going all out and having the resolve to risk life and death. If you prepare for all that, you'll fall behind." But Yang Jian didn't care about that. If he was so hesitant even with the first wisp of immortal energy, what was the point of cultivating? How could he possibly forge his own path?

The next moment, Yang Jian unleashed his divine fire with all his might, the purple flames surging forth and engulfing the area, as if burning down the nine heavens. The entire dome shone brilliantly, and the clouds were burned away.

Amidst the vast purple flames, the boundless sky and the imposing land began to manifest, arranged in neat rows.

The Great Crimson Heaven, the Boundless Heaven, the Yu Yu Heaven, the Pure and Subtle Heaven... all nine heavens appeared together.

He arrived at all ten places, including the Three Thousand Provinces, the Land of Demons, and the Land of Immortal Slaying.

Surrounded and protected by the heavens and earth, he resonated with the Dao and became immersed in it.

"Yang Jian's current path is based on the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture, evolving from imitating the outside world to forming his own inner world. The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths constructed within his body are already somewhat different from the outside world." The old god of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan sensed this and saw some clues.

Now, this person with double pupils first imitates the external world within his body, using its 'framework' within his body, and then fills it with his own things.

This is innovation based on the work of predecessors. When you reach the end, you can create your own framework, which is completely different in appearance and essence. This is common sense. No one can achieve it overnight. Even the most powerful creatures started out in this way.

"We will all leave, leaving this place to Yang Jian." Finally, the gods exchanged glances and tacitly withdrew from the ancient temple to guard the outside.

As time passed, the ancient temple grew quieter and quieter, until all sound was gone, leaving only a magnificent purple flame burning.

"Keep an eye on the Eight-Armed Soul Clan and keep a close eye on their progress in cultivating the Overlord Immortal Qi." A cold, malicious voice rang out from within the Five Clans Alliance.

Many people even noticed that gods from various forces were appearing near the Eight-Armed Soul Clan one after another!

Some people merely observed from afar, while others, harboring malice, were driven away by the gods of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan.

Inside the ancient temple, Yang Jian put down the book in his hand. His eyes were bright, and he already had his own plans.

The next moment, the King-Sealing Character in his Heavenly Eye lit up, reopening the passage and allowing him to enter the ancient void ship.

This time, without delay, Yang Jian went directly to the location of those vats of immortal blood, absorbing the essence and Dao traces of the place to strengthen his divine fire.

"Soul Summoning Scripture!" At the same time, his primordial spirit flew out and began to chant the true scripture. One mysterious symbol after another bloomed and disappeared into the void.

This is like a summoning song, or a hymn to the soul, soaring to the heavens and descending to the netherworld, reaching everywhere, drawing in the remnants and obsessions left behind by the immortal blood of the fallen, transforming them all into the heavens and earth, thus perfecting their foundation.

Rumble!

As various Dao traces were absorbed, one Great Dao rune after another condensed, carrying the aura of the ancient immortal era, the desolation and ruin, and the unwillingness of those who died in battle, staining the runes with blood.

One hundred, three hundred, five hundred, one thousand... three thousand!

When the Great Dao runes condensed into three thousand pieces, they suddenly merged into one, causing the three thousand Dao states, one of the ten lands, to tremble and rapidly solidify.

"The Three Thousand Great Daos transform into the Three Thousand Provinces!" Yang Jian's physical body and primordial spirit simultaneously uttered this Daoist shout, causing a tremendous roar, as if the heavens and earth were being created, to erupt from that place!

On that land that had become real from the illusory, Leizhou, Wuxingzhou, Tianxianzhou, Tianyunzhou, Tianzhou, Mozhou, Huozhou, Zuizhou, Ziweizhou, Kunzhou, Mangzhou, Jianzhou, Qingzhou, Mingzhou, Yanzhou, Chizhou, Zhongzhou, Cangzhou... all three thousand states appeared!

Furthermore, each state is marked with traces of the Dao, symbolizing a power that once existed between heaven and earth.

Moreover, these three thousand prefectures cover an area of ​​200 million li from east to west and 80 million li from north to south!

Although it was made of runes and could not compare to the real continent, it was still quite terrifying. Yang Jian felt that if it was thrown out, it could crush a large number of divine fires, and if it collided with them, it could crush many magical treasures!

As the evolution of the three thousand Dao states was completed, a faint wisp of immortal energy emerged around Yang Jian, indicating that he was about to make a breakthrough on this path!

hum!

The first glimpse of celestial energy triggered a riot within this ancient ship-shaped world, as if sensing a opposing force. Black mist surged and swept towards this place.

Yang Jian did not linger, but returned directly to the ancient temple of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan and left calmly.

Immediately, a wisp of celestial energy appeared, swirling around his body, making Yang Jian appear otherworldly. This wisp of celestial energy resonated with his blood, causing his crimson blood to be tinged with purple, exuding a domineering aura.

Once you've chosen your path and taken that step, the celestial aura becomes the manifestation of your Dao fruition.

"This is the Primordial Qi, which means my path is open, and the first strand of immortal energy will be born from it!" Yang Jian understood. This was the Primordial Qi that would eventually disappear, but it was also the mother imprint that would evolve into subsequent immortal energy, and almost no one could leave it behind.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian suddenly stopped, his eyes flashing with a strange light. "What if I intercepted this primordial energy and integrated it into my Double Pupil Heavenly Eye?"