Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

There are many legends surrounding the burial grounds.

What it is most well-known is that this place was once one of the battlefields of the Immortal Ancient Era, where the fighting was so fierce that the heavens and earth collapsed, ghosts wailed and gods howled, and countless corpses from both realms were buried.

Now, experts from all walks of life have gathered, including some legendary kings, all vying for a single immortal corpse that has appeared here!

"Now that so many ancient kings have arrived, it's not wise for anyone to make the first move against the immortal corpse. What can we possibly discuss about who should come first while we're stuck in that Burial Hall?" one of the arriving cultivators muttered, yawning. He was somewhat disappointed that he hadn't seen the excitement he was hoping for.

"Stop talking, let's go inside the hall and see what's going on. The Fallen God, the Dark God, Lone Sword Cloud, the King of Heaven, and others have all arrived." Another person waved his hand and pulled the cultivator forward.

The Ancient Burial Hall he mentioned is an ancient hall that stands on the only way to the Immortal Corpse Pit.

Behind them, Yang Jian walked out silently, now dressed in a different outfit.

Wearing a lotus-shaped cloud crown, a water-colored robe, a silk sash around the waist, and hemp shoes, his handsome face carried a faint smile, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura as he gracefully arrived.

"Since they're all here, let's resolve this once and for all." Yang Jian chuckled, put his hands behind his back, and stepped forward. With one step, the mountains and rivers reversed, and the sky reversed, allowing him to appear directly in front of the Burial Hall.

The main hall is made of sunstone and is golden all over. The brass door is etched with the marks of time, with knife marks, arrow holes, palm prints and fist dents everywhere.

He walked silently into the main hall, where many cultivators had gathered and stood on the outer perimeter. In the center stood four figures, their auras far surpassing that of ordinary people. They had reached the pinnacle of their cultivation within the Divine Fire Realm and possessed the bearing of kings.

Almost no one noticed Yang Jian's arrival. Only a seemingly harmless chubby boy in the corner seemed to sense something, looked up and around with a puzzled expression.

"Heh, how much longer? Let's just divide the corpses and kill the rest. Why waste time?" Just then, a voice came from a huge skull. There stood a figure there, whose laughter was like that of a jackal or tiger, sending chills down one's spine.

"The King of Heaven!" someone said with trepidation, revealing his identity. The King of Heaven, one of the most terrifying beings in the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm, had actually come in person and revealed his true form without hiding, which was enough to show his determination.

The cultivators on the periphery whispered among themselves, piecing together his legend—a deadly being who had assassinated several ancient kings.

"Dividing it up isn't difficult; the difficult part is how to divide it, who goes first and who goes last, who gets more and who gets less?" Then, the Fallen God spoke up. He had long gray hair and a pair of strange wings on his back, one black and one white, as if the two energies of yin and yang were flowing. His eyes were incredibly deep, and within them were strange phenomena of gods falling and demons lurking, and all things withering away.

The people looked solemn. This was also a powerful king who had personally killed two multi-time champions!

"Of course I'll go first." The Dark God Child took the initiative. He stood there, surrounded by swirling netherworld mist, with only his eyes burning like ghostly flames, exuding an indescribable terror and dominance. Moreover, he had the support of the Netherworld.

Upon hearing this, the Fallen God and the King of Heaven's gaze turned cold, and the surrounding cultivators were even more breathless, because the Dark God's physical body was too extraordinary. It was an ancient corpse buried in the primordial era, which has now been resurrected, indicating that it had an extraordinary background in its previous life!

Some even speculate that he might have been a powerful figure from the previous era who perished and was buried underground, his physical body remaining intact and enduring for a long time. There are also rumors that he cultivated immortal energy, which is believed to have been nurtured by his physical body, taking advantage of innate destiny.

"These things are not important. What's important is to prevent others from getting involved and reducing our benefits. I propose that from now on, no matter who comes, we should unite against them and either drive them away or kill them on the spot!" Finally, the last person spoke. He carried a long sword on his back and had a majestic air. He was none other than the legendary Lone Sword Cloud, an ancient king who was also rumored to have cultivated immortal energy!

He came from Sword Valley and had fought against Chang Gongyan in Sin Province before entering Immortal Ancient City. He was extremely powerful and ranked among the top among the ancient freaks.

Looking at these four kings, the many cultivators felt both envy and fear. "Ancient kings reigned supreme for a single lifetime, or even for several lifetimes without defeat. I really want to see just how extraordinary they were!"

Not far away, Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking down. The four people's true nature was exposed in his eyes. Even the original owner of the body had not noticed that he had been seen through.

Whoosh! Just then, he turned to look at the entrance, where a sudden gust of wind arose, and a golden-winged roc descended from the sky, transforming into human form and striding in. The ancient saint had arrived!

"That's the Ancient Saint Son?" A cultivator murmured, recognizing the ancient prodigy. Someone else whispered, "I heard he was subdued by the Overlord and became his follower, but his strength should not be underestimated."

Seeing this, Gu Jianyun raised his eyelids and stared at the Ancient Saint. "I've heard that my sect, as well as Fire Cloud Cave, Luofu True Valley, and Demon Dragon Dao Sect, have all suffered heavy losses in the hands of that tyrant. He should pay a price and lose one of his left and right arms."

"In that case, I have a grudge against him. The Overlord killed my best friend and followers, so now that I have seen his followers, I have no choice but to take action." The Fallen God Child also sneered and stared at the Ancient Saint Child.

Everyone was shocked, not expecting the Fallen God Child to say such a thing. But then they thought about it and realized that everyone present seemed to have some grudge against the Overlord, so it wasn't surprising.

However, a cultivator who received the message warned, "There are rumors that the Overlord has cultivated immortal energy and fought across three thousand realms overnight, subduing all kinds of geniuses! But these are mostly said by the original inhabitants of the Immortal Ancient Realm, and their veracity is unknown."

Although Yang Jian spent a full month cultivating immortal energy, the matter of immortal energy was deliberately blocked and intercepted by the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, so naturally few people knew about it.

"What a joke! How easy is it to cultivate immortal energy?" The King of Heaven scoffed, directly denying it. On his body, there was a hazy layer of immortal mist, a symbol of embarking on the path of immortal energy. He himself had not yet achieved it, so naturally he did not believe that the Overlord could.

Not only him, but the Fallen God Child was the same, his body shrouded in a faint celestial mist as he walked towards the Ancient Saint Child.

"Why waste time? Just kill them and stick their heads in front of the Overlord's gate!" At this moment, the King of Heaven also sneered and was about to merge into the void to intervene in this battle, because Gu Jianyun had said before that the creation of the immortal corpse belonged to the four of them and that no newcomer was allowed to share in it.

Not good! The ancient saint sensed something and felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched.

Boom!

Just then, a series of heavy footsteps sounded, the void suddenly froze, and the King of Heaven, who had disappeared, was actually shaken out of the void by the footsteps!

"Who goes there!" the King of Heaven exclaimed, his eyes sharpening. He sensed the presence of a powerful figure, but could not pinpoint their location.

However, no one responded to him.

Only the sound of footsteps echoed.

Thump, thump!

The footsteps were not fast, but they seemed to tread on everyone's hearts. All the cultivators felt their breath catch in their throats, as if they were suffocating. Their physical bodies, blood, and internal laws were all disrupted.

"A master!" In an instant, the Dark God Child and Lone Sword Cloud sensed something and looked solemnly at the place where the footsteps came from.

Even the fallen god's son swayed, his steps halted, and he couldn't help but look over.

Beside the gate, a handsome man appeared, wearing a lotus crown, a water-colored robe, a silk sash around his waist, and hemp shoes.

The outfit was unfamiliar, but those eyes were the most familiar.

One eye with two pupils, golden double pupils!

The Overlord has arrived!

"Overlord?" The Fallen God's expression turned solemn as he felt a pressure that forced the light mist on his body back into his body.

"Overlord!" the King of Heaven whispered, his eyes cold. The earlier footsteps had embarrassed him and had already stirred his murderous intent.

"Overlord." The Dark God Child remained expressionless. He was confident in his invincible physical body, but in front of those dual pupils, he inexplicably felt a strange sense of being seen through.

"Overlord..." Gu Jianyun's expression was subtle. He had heard of this person twice. Once when he killed the spirit body of the Six-Crown King, and the other time when he wiped out all six great masters. He had previously thought it was just an empty reputation, but when he actually met him, he realized that there was no such thing as a false reputation.

"Holy Son!" The ancient Holy Son bowed with a complicated expression. He never expected to meet him under such circumstances. If the other party had not intervened, he would have been killed by the combined attack of the two kings.

Yang Jian glanced at him, then with a flick of his sleeve, pulled him behind him and said quietly, "As long as I'm here, no one can touch you. All these people will die."

"It really is the Overlord!" Yang Jian's true form appeared here, immediately causing a commotion.

"I heard he cultivated immortal energy and single-handedly swept aside the geniuses of three thousand realms. Is that true?" Many people exclaimed in surprise, and many wanted to step forward, discussing among themselves.

But soon, with a cold snort from the four kings, these sounds faded away again, and people then remembered that there were still four kings here, all of whom had been overshadowed by the Overlord!

When one king arrives, four kings are extinguished!

"Overlord, what a prestigious title! You have a grudge against us, yet you dare to come here alone. Do you really think you're invincible in the Immortal Era?" The four were dissatisfied, their gazes shifting from the Ancient Saint to Yang Jian, their hostility intense.

Looking at them, Yang Jian coldly rebuked, "You four are of such lowly status, as insignificant as ants. Do you even deserve to be called kings with me? What a joke!"

What?! Everyone present was shocked, wondering if they had misheard. They knew it was a tyrant, but this was far too domineering!

He immediately belittled the four kings, showing them no respect whatsoever, and became incredibly arrogant.

Ha! The King of Heaven sneered, his killing intent intense; the Fallen God spread his wings, and a cold wind rose from all directions.

The Dark God Child remained silent, but a sudden surge of black mist rose around him; Gu Jianyun drew the Immortal Golden Ancient Sword from his back and pointed it diagonally.

"Close the door." Upon seeing this, Yang Jian spoke calmly, gesturing for the Ancient Saint to close the door.

Then he coldly surveyed the scene, revealing a chilling smile. "Not a single one will be spared!"