Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

The Burial Ground Pit, where a celestial corpse attracts a pack of wolves.

Greedy eyes, restless auras, and ever-approaching footsteps—all these things highlighted the allure of the immortal corpse.

The immortal body spreads out a light mist that rises and falls like the sea, exuding the aura of immortality. Cultivating while guarding it will make one achieve twice the results with half the effort, and its value is immeasurable.

"Hand over the immortal corpse!" Finally, a True One cultivator shouted, and a group of experts gathered around.

"We want to share the immortal corpse!" An ancient king and a freak have joined forces to try and seize it.

"Kill and plunder, what's with all the nonsense?" The forces of Fallen God Ridge, Underworld, Heaven, and others, along with some of the original inhabitants of the Immortal Ancient, joined forces and came to threaten them.

"Double Pupil, you'd better know what's good for you and hand over the stuff, or you'll embarrass the remnant clan!" Among the aboriginal people, the true god of the Dragon Sparrow Clan stepped out, sneering repeatedly. Beside him were the true cultivators of the Golden Elephant Clan and the Dragon Clan.

"A pack of wolves hunting a dragon, heh!" Shi Yi's gaze was cold as he looked around. Runes intertwined into countless ripples, and a halberd suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Wolves? They're just a bunch of ants, yet they dare to covet the heavens!" Yang Jian raised his hand and grabbed, his sword and saber merging into one, transforming into a three-pointed, double-edged spear that struck the ground. His third eye between his brows slowly opened, circulating the primordial energy of all things.

"Let's see who solves more!" Shi Hao's lips curled up as he obtained the Great Luo Sword Embryo. A strand of immortal energy seemed to wrap around it, and the strange phenomenon of Yin and Yang transforming into a Kunpeng was reflected behind him.

The three young prodigies ignored the encirclement and attack, showing no concern whatsoever!

Thud! Yang Jian, arrogant and domineering, took the lead and slashed with his three-pointed double-edged spear, sweeping out a crescent-shaped arc of light. It was as if the heavens and earth were being opened up, instantly splitting thousands of people in half. Even the True One cultivator coughed up blood, was split in two, and died on the spot. Living beings from all directions fell like wheat being harvested.

An ancient freak roared, but was smashed into a pulp by the Great Prison-Suppressing Handprint; a king used a treasure-enhancing technique, but was struck between the eyebrows by a golden bow and silver bullet, his primordial spirit shattered by the God-Slaying Stone, and he collapsed and died.

Just then, he swept his three-pointed double-edged spear, and the Kunlu magic light shone brightly, reversing yin and yang! The hundreds of magical techniques that attacked from the surrounding area were all disrupted and reversed, blasting towards the original caster. All the incoming magical treasures, runes and other things avoided Yang Jian and beat the surrounding creatures indiscriminately, bringing a series of screams. Many cultivators fled in panic.

Reversal of Fortune! Yang Jian immediately focused on the fleeing people again, and his three-pointed spear shot out Tai'a sword energy, directly sweeping across the shimmering waves of light interwoven with the laws of time, forcibly reversing the group of people who had gone far away and bringing them back to their 'previous position'. Then, he moved his feet in succession, and his third eye between his eyebrows shot out one divine light after another, which was a hundred miles long and ten feet thick, and swept around the crowd with a sweeping and unrestrained momentum.

The light from that eye was like a torrent of thunder and fire, sweeping across the land with limbs and severed heads and fragments of flesh flying everywhere, accompanied by a cacophony of ghostly howls. Many people didn't even have time to react before they were instantly blasted to death and reduced to ashes!

With a series of powerful and swift movements, Shi Hao's sword embryo hurtled forward, slashing fiercely. Wherever it passed, limbs and bones flew everywhere, and heads flew into the sky. His left hand transformed into a Yin Kun, creating a monstrous wave that swept for hundreds of miles. His right hand condensed into a Yang Peng, striking across the nine heavens with great force. Patches of divine fire exploded, and even Zhen Yi could not withstand its sharpness.

Shi Yi also violently pushed horizontally, his halberd flying out of his hand and splitting into hundreds of weapons that spun and slashed. Then, his double pupils suddenly glared, and pitch-black flames spread across the sky and the ground, burning fiercely and incinerating many of the first generation into ashes.

The three of them unleashed a terrifying attack, instantly annihilating tens of thousands of powerful individuals!

This is a terrifying number, instantly reducing the number of people arriving by a tenth, leaving a large empty space.

"Is this even human?" "Is this the Divine Fire Realm?"

"The celestial aura is unstoppable! I miscalculated!"

The remaining cultivators' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, utterly shocked, never imagining the gap could be so terrifying.

With a sweep of celestial energy, nothing could withstand a single move; they were instantly annihilated!

People then realized a bloody truth: without cultivating immortal energy, one has no right to fight!

"Stop your violence!" Just then, a celestial being arrived, descending from the sky and striking the three of them with a palm.

"Senior, thank you for your trouble." Yang Jian spoke calmly. The void not far away suddenly distorted, and the old god of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan stepped out and blocked the palm with one hand.

As the approaching deity's expression changed drastically, the old deity struck out with another palm, causing him to cough up blood and fly backward, losing all his teeth, his chest caved in so that a five-finger palm print protruded from his back.

"Don't worry, young friend, I'll always be with you." The old god of the Soul Clan smiled slightly and protected the three of them behind him.

"It's so great to have a powerful backer in Xiangu Village." The chubby boy Cao Yusheng looked envious. With a god by his side, who would dare to mess with him?

"Fellow Daoist of the Soul Clan, you are too greedy! Do you want to devour this immortal corpse for yourself?" Just then, the gods of the Five Clans Alliance arrived. Three gods appeared in succession: gods from the Dragon Sparrow Clan, the Dragon Clan, the Golden Elephant Clan, and the Rakshasa Clan.

"Wrong, those aren't just fellow cultivators from the Soul Clan!" "Hahaha, we've arrived!" "Is young friend Yang Jian alright?"

However, just as they arrived, the three great gods of the Centaur, the Beautiful Women, and the Ancient Demons also arrived!

They had already been negotiating with the Heavenly God, so they acted together and decisively came to provide support.

Now, the arena has become a battleground for the eight great gods!

"The Overlord actually has such a powerful backer? The Four Heavenly Gods are standing up for him?" Many cultivators froze on the spot. Their burning greed for the immortal corpse was like a bucket of cold water being poured over their heads, completely extinguishing their emotions.

"Young friends, you may leave now, no one can stop you!" With that, the old god waved his sleeve and sent Yang Jian and the other three away. Immediately afterward, a battle of god-level intensity broke out between them.

Upon seeing this, the four realized that the immortal corpse was safest only if it was placed in the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, so they promptly rushed to the Sacrifice Spirit Realm.

"What a pity! The immortal runes it contained have all been shattered and completely obliterated. Otherwise, it would have been an unparalleled immortal legacy!" Inside the Soul Clan's main hall, Shi Yi looked at the immortal corpse with some regret.

Shi Hao took out the golden willow leaf he had obtained. "This time I found a branch and a leaf of the Willow God. I plan to bring it to the Willow God's mark here to see if it can help him regain some of his power."

"I'm going somewhere." Yang Jian was also leaving; he was going to seek good fortune and to study the path to cultivating the second immortal energy!

He knew that within the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm, there was a realm where an invincible being capable of becoming an immortal had been born!

That was a supreme being who specialized in the power of Yin, leaving behind treasures and remnants.

After bidding farewell to everyone, he instructed the ancient saint to cultivate immortal energy in seclusion here, and then left alone, arriving at another mysterious ancient realm.

The Frosty Realm is a small, terrifying world within the Immortal Ancient Realm, characterized by extreme cold and desolation.

As far as the eye could see, the ground was cracked and extremely cold, the rocks and soil were hard as a rock, and there were many frozen remains.

As soon as Yang Jian arrived, he saw that the snow had covered the sky and the earth, everything was white and cold, a vast expanse of silver, carrying a chilling atmosphere.

With a sweep of his double pupils, he understood that this was not ordinary snow, but a strange phenomenon formed by the power of the Taiyin God, which had affected the entire ancient realm.

"This is the place, there's no mistake." Yang Jian's blood energy surged, transforming into a vast mountain and sea to protect him, burning like a furnace of heaven and earth.

Even the frost covering the sky couldn't affect him; he walked straight through the icy and snowy landscape.

During his search, Yang Jian saw many corpses buried in the snow and ice. Men, women, and children were all in the same positions as when they were alive. They were frozen very suddenly. This was a tribe, and for some unknown reason, they all died here.

When he arrived at the highest peak of the Cold Realm, he saw an ancient altar with offerings placed on it. Some kind of ritual had not yet ended, but it had been frozen and destroyed along the way.

"Tracing back to the source, recreating the past!" Yang Jian shouted, opening his double pupils and heavenly eye, shooting out immortal energy that touched the altar.

Boom! The altar trembled slightly, and a rain of light began to fall from the ground, like celestial beings, filling the air with a sacred aura and a chilling cold.

"Those are the past!" Yang Jian was immediately shocked to see a series of images and various ancient marks coming from the altar.

"I want to become an immortal!"

The next moment, four words suddenly resounded in my mind like thunder.

Yang Jian saw a man, tall and imposing, roaring to the sky, his body accompanied by a rain of light and a blazing rainbow.

That aura, that power, that style—it was breathtaking!

"Break through the ancient seal, shatter the curse, and I will lead my people back!" That person entered the Dao through ice and snow, gradually deducing and transforming into Taiyin, thus forging a path to immortality!