Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

In the frigid realm, the wind and frost cease, the heavy snow falls silently, and as the sun sets in the twilight, only one person stands alone atop ten thousand mountains, overlooking the rivers of blood.

All who came were annihilated, and all the gods perished!

Six heavenly gods were buried, one hundred true gods were reduced to ashes, and eight hundred divine fire spirits perished on the mountain peak; everything was buried.

He wore a golden robe and white clothes, his double pupils swirled, and his third eye shone brightly. In his hand, the three-pointed, double-edged spear was stained with blood.

"Six celestial beings, this is just the beginning." Yang Jian's voice rang out in the cold wind. He already had the intention to settle scores. He would wipe out the six forces that had arrived one by one and make them pay the price.

Since you dare to kill, you must be prepared to be killed in return!

Whoosh! In an instant, Yang Jian raised his head and looked at the sky. His double pupils seemed to be able to cross the ancient barrier and meet the gazes of the beings watching from the outside world.

Although those outside cannot hear it, they can see the shape of his mouth and thus understand his meaning.

"You stinking outsiders! You've come all the way to Immortal Ancient City to beg for food and you still won't behave? Demon Dragon Dao Sect, Fire Cloud Cave, Sword Valley, Fallen God Ridge, Netherworld, Heavenly Kingdom, and the Five Races Alliance—I will slaughter them all one by one. I want you to watch as everything I've planned within Immortal Ancient City is utterly destroyed!"

These words were presented without any concealment in the scene outside the Immortal Ancient Petals, and were seen by all the cultivators who arrived.

"Killing all these people wasn't enough for him, he also wants to wipe out everything left behind by outsiders in the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm? How can he be so crazy and so domineering!" Finally, someone's voice rose eight octaves, screaming, "This is too eerie."

Slaying six crown kings, annihilating six great masters, killing four immortal aura kings, slaughtering eight hundred divine flames, one hundred true gods and six heavenly gods, time and time again, is this testing everyone's nerves?

Is it really possible for a being to cultivate two strands of immortal energy on its own to defy the heavens?

Even now, this young king is openly threatening the major sects, vowing to take bloody revenge on them "within the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm"!

This was unprecedented, but the various sects were helpless because the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm was not yet open to them, and the native inhabitants truly held a dominant position.

These powerful dragons are still no match for the local snakes!

"Good, very good, is this a threat to us?" The Lord of the Underworld made his move, his skeletal hand beginning to carve words in the void, surrounded by endless corpses and rising black mist.

He was actually casting a curse, but before the curse could take shape, it suddenly collapsed. The powerful figures of the temple intervened and directly interrupted the Lord of the Underworld. A bronze statue coldly glanced at it, causing the old skeleton to return empty-handed!

"Old skeleton, bullying the weak with your strength, you don't even want the noodles!" The powerful figure from the Heaven-Mending Sect sneered, mercilessly mocking and exposing him.

"You bastards, how dare you threaten us? Once we enter the Immortal Ancient Realm, we will wipe out the Eight-Armed Soul Clan and kill everyone connected to the Overlord!" Members of the Demon Dragon Dao Sect, Fire Cloud Cave, Sword Valley, Fallen God Ridge, and other sects were furious, their faces turning ashen. This was too humiliating!

Outside, all sects were shaken, and within the Immortal Ancient Realm, waves of excitement arose. All the cultivators in the Cold Realm who witnessed this battle were shocked. The Overlord swept away all enemies in one battle, writing a glorious chapter in history!

They left in a hurry, passing on the message and even repeatedly reminding their loved ones not to provoke the tyrant!

"What?! One person killed six celestial gods? He was only at the Great Perfection of Divine Fire! That's impossible!"

"He killed nearly a thousand experts in one battle? Is he even human?" "Are you sure he's a descendant of the Immortal Ancients, and not an orphan?"

"What nonsense are you spouting! So many people went and they all died? Slaughtered by the tyrant? What a joke!"

The events that occurred within the Cold Realm shook most of the Immortal Ancient World, surprising many powerful figures. Anyone who heard about them paled and began to pay attention.

Many people initially refused to believe it because it was too bizarre. How could divine fire kill a god? Even a true god couldn't do that!

When it was learned that the Overlord had cultivated a second strand of immortal energy, the Three Thousand Realms were shaken to their core. Some ancient kings who had been in seclusion and detached from worldly affairs rushed out, frantically gathering information, and then stood there dumbfounded.

"Someone has cultivated two strands of immortal energy. Could it be that time has reversed, and they've returned to the previous era?"

"No wonder he was able to sweep away thousands of enemies and annihilate all his adversaries; it turns out he had reached this point."

The news shocked everyone. You must know that the environment has changed now. The rules of heaven and earth no longer allow the cultivation of immortal energy. It is truly remarkable that someone can still reach this point!

This stirred the hearts and minds of countless people, causing a huge uproar, and even alarmed the Five Races Alliance.

Everyone realized that the Overlord's rise to power, stepping over the corpses of a thousand powerful figures, was unstoppable. As long as he lived, the future of the three thousand provinces might depend on his rise and fall!

"Incredible! His rise has been too rapid, his progress has been fierce and diligent, and he already possesses an invincible momentum!"

"I think those who have turned against us are doomed. The overlord is back, and he will definitely settle scores and slaughter them until rivers of blood flow!"

The Xiangu earthquake has caused unrest in all sectors.

However, some people's guesses have indeed been confirmed. After recovering from his injuries and regaining his strength, Yang Jian immediately rushed out and arrived at an ancient realm.

Here was a branch tribe of the Golden Elephant Clan. He stood in the clouds, his third eye opened between his brows, and countless battle spirits flew out.

The Golden Bow King descended, drew his bow, and unleashed a barrage of arrows, scattering a rain of arrows across the sky.

With a whoosh, the tribe below was instantly devastated by the rain of arrows, and countless figures perished without even uttering a word.

Wherever the arrow passed, mountains collapsed, rivers and lakes dried up, and corpses littered the ground. It was impossible to resist; the difference in strength was too great.

"Which fool dares to provoke my race!" Immediately, a golden ancient elephant emerged, taller than a mountain. As it walked through the mountains, every step it took caused countless cracks to appear in the ground, and some mountain peaks were trampled by it.

This is the strongest being in this tribe, ranking among the True Gods.

"Who do you think you are, daring to talk to me like that!" Yang Jian raised his hand and grabbed, and the runes condensed into a three-pointed double-edged spear that emerged from his palm. He threw it directly at the golden elephant.

*Thud!* A spear pierced through its body, instantly killing the ancient elephant that was a true god. The spear was driven into the earth, causing the entire ancient land of the tribe to sink, crumble, and be destroyed.

"Next." After the smoke cleared, Yang Jian sheathed his divine spear and, with his battle spirit, crossed realms once more.

Soon, at the location of a branch of the Qiulong tribe, the earth trembled, and a Qiulong, as thick as a mountain and enormous, rolled in the air, its eyes as blue as small lakes.

However, at this moment, a battle spirit wielding a sword emerged, surrounded by celestial energy. Suddenly, it swung its sword, its cold light flashing like a flying immortal, piercing through the dragon's head on the spot.

Then, Lone Sword Cloud Battle Spirit descended into the tribe below, single-handedly wielding his sword and cutting down heads and limbs in a chaotic frenzy, annihilating the entire area.

Yang Jian watched the whole thing with his hands behind his back, expressionless. He didn't need to lift a finger; his battle spirit was enough to wipe everything out. He simply ordered, "Next."

The Heavenly Fire Realm is a place where powerful figures from the Fire Cloud Cave left behind their tribes, which were formed through intermarriage and reproduction with the original inhabitants.

Unfortunately, the pillar of the clan, that celestial being, has fallen at the hands of the Overlord, and now only beings at the True One Realm remain in the clan.

It's not that they lack talent, but rather that after staying there for a long time, the curse erodes their abilities, making it extremely difficult for them to break through to higher realms, which is why there are so few strong individuals.

Thump! Today, however, this tribe is shrouded in darkness, with dark clouds falling and obscuring the Fire Cloud Tribe.

That was the Dark God Child making his move. He used the Three Burials Secret Technique: Burying Heaven, Burying Earth, and Burying Man!

The six characters transformed into six Dao diagrams that fell, pulling the tribe into the abyss of darkness.

Yang Jian waved his hand, tore open the interdimensional rift again, and rushed directly to the Underworld.

This is the stronghold set up by the Fallen God Ridge. The tribe dispatched the most experts here, but also suffered the heaviest casualties.

Now, Yang Jian has arrived here, looking down at the Fallen God Tribe. With a wave of his hand, a battle spirit with gray hair and black and white wings on its back appears.

That was none other than the most outstanding successor of Fallen God Ridge, the future leader of the sect who had cultivated immortality—the Fallen God Child!

However, the Fallen God Child had already betrayed the orthodox lineage and joined Yang Jian's forces. At this moment, he formed hand seals and aimed them directly at the tribe below.

The Seal of Fallen Gods! As he unleashed his power, the heavens and earth trembled, like a tattered scroll shaking. Terrifying phenomena appeared all around, with countless gods and demons falling from the sky. The ground was littered with the corpses of gods, and the fields were filled with the remains of demons, with blood raining down.

With a deafening roar, the Fallen God tribe was shaken to its core, enduring the most famous and powerful divine attack, and was annihilated.

Yang Jian still did not make a move, but the Fallen God Child alone wiped out the place, leaving nothing behind.

Those tribal monks were incredulous until their deaths, never imagining that the one who slaughtered them would be their most revered future leader.

A moment later, the Heavenly Kingdom tribe.

As a tribe created by the descendants of assassins, this place is extremely secluded and difficult to find, but Yang Jian found it directly through the memories of the King of Heaven.

This king of the Heavenly Kingdom acted as a butcher, turning his sword against his own tribe and beginning a large-scale massacre.

Ripples appeared in the void; this was a silent assassination technique.

An unseen conflict unfolds within the tribe.

Yang Jian closed his eyes to rest, and soon the Heavenly Kingdom's war spirit returned, carrying the head of a true god in its hand.

"Let's wipe them all out tonight and collect some interest first." Yang Jian nodded in satisfaction, then led his group of battle spirits away, heading to the next realm once again.

The following morning, a terrifying message spread, shaking the ancient world.

Overnight, the Overlord launched a preemptive strike, annihilating six tribes and causing chaos and upheaval!

The divine fire fell like wheat being harvested, and Zhenyi's corpse rained down. It was a horrific massacre that Xian Gu could never forget.

Because the Overlord truly kept his word. He said he would annihilate the tribes left behind by those major sects in the Immortal Ancient Realm, and he did just that, leaving none alive, and all of this was accomplished on the same day.

The governor made a promise!

"These are all sects that went to ambush and kill people from the Cold Realm; they all suffered and were purged!"

"Overlord, too powerful. Once he makes a move, it's utterly devastating, eliminating all traces of the enemy. His methods are ruthless."

In a short time, all sorts of news circulated among the people.

Now, not only are the geniuses from outside shocked, but even the natives are terrified. This young man is too amazing!

He was a complete scourge, a vicious madman.