Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

The Burial Realm is a dark red expanse, a remnant of the great war of the previous era. Many ancient relics of immortals are buried beneath this land.

With a burst of light, Yang Jian appeared amidst the dark red mountains.

After leaving the Immortal Palace, he was teleported here. The white tortoise transmitted its strange voice, "This is a good place. Your Soul Summoning Scripture has helped me remember some things. This place offers an opportunity to help you cultivate the last strand of immortal energy!"

A third strand of immortal energy? Yang Jian's heart stirred slightly. Normally, after cultivating two strands of immortal energy and passing the strongest series of heavenly tribulations, one can transform into the final strand of immortal energy upon breakthrough. However, he did not intend to do that. Instead, he wanted to follow his own divine path and cultivate this third strand through the trials of creation and life and death.

Since the white tortoise had said that this place held great potential, he didn't delay and went straight into the depths to search.

Not long after they started walking, a commotion arose ahead, as if someone had unearthed a rare treasure in an ancient battlefield!

"A single bead, as red as blood!"

"My God, someone's dug up something amazing! Could it be the essence of blood condensed from the blood of a supreme being after its death?"

In an instant, a battle erupted there, with people vying for the blood bead.

Yang Jian shook his head after a quick glance. Although it was the essence blood left by a powerful expert, the runes inside had long been exhausted and were no longer of any use.

Soon, he arrived at the Black Abyss, located in the center of the Burial Realm. Looking down, it was a dark abyss with no end in sight, filled only with darkness.

Strangely, at the bottom of the abyss, there would occasionally be streaks of brilliant light, an astonishing phenomenon.

Around the Black Abyss, crowds thronged, all searching for treasure. At this moment, someone was instructing a new cultivator, explaining the special features of this place: "Some speculate that the glowing things are the treasures of ancient immortals, left behind in the Black Abyss, waiting for people to retrieve them. Unfortunately, no one has gone down there."

"Who can go down there? The senior experts have made predictions. That remnant of the immortals is infinitely far from the surface. Even the sect leader would die if he went down!" Some indigenous people scoffed, thinking that it was impossible to obtain.

The Black Abyss is of unknown depth, with ancient and rough rock walls that rise and fall. No one has ever truly reached the bottom, as it is too dangerous. It is known as the most terrifying place in the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm.

Even the cult leaders among the natives couldn't do it. In the distant past, the strongest beings of various races joined forces to enter the Black Abyss, but never returned.

Yang Jian remained silent, and none of the surrounding cultivators even noticed his arrival. He stepped into the Black Abyss without a sound.

With the Taiyin Xuanjian hanging high and the broken horn of a true dragon protecting him, he descended smoothly all the way to a depth of ten thousand feet.

"The aura of the Ten Fiends?" Suddenly, Yang Jian's expression changed, and he opened his third eye between his eyebrows, scanning the stone wall on the left.

There, the aura of immortals permeated the air, and the thunder was astonishing, all condensed together and not dissipating even after countless years; in addition, there was shocking blood, which, although dried, still exuded a terrifying aura. He immediately recognized it as the mark of the Thunder Emperor!

Further away, on the cliff face, there were a few broken scales and two broken feathers, belonging to the Kunpeng; there was also a pool of purplish-black blood, stained on the Kunpeng scales. Clearly, the purplish blood was left behind after a creature was killed and dissolved.

Furthermore, in a deeper area below, a phoenix feather appeared. The runes on the true feather were destroyed. It was stuck in the stone wall, surrounded by a large patch of dark red blood, which had dried and had been extinguished by the true patterns of the phoenix feather.

"Is this an ancient battlefield of immortals? The Ten Fiends fought against powerful beings from other realms here?" Yang Jian was surprised. These traces could not be faked. The Thunder Emperor, Kunpeng, and True Phoenix had all killed enemies here.

His curiosity was piqued, and he swooped down along the stone wall, seeing some remnants along the way, all left by battles, and even blood that had not yet dried, exuding a chilling murderous aura.

After sensing the presence of the severed horn of the true dragon, the remnants of the Ten Fiends quieted down considerably, while the remnants of those alien beings became more agitated. Even though they had been obliterated, traces still lingered, sensing the immortal traces within Yang Jian's divine fire.

"I have already created the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, and these remnants can also be considered as a medium to unleash the Ten Fiendish Divine Transformations!" Yang Jian pondered for a moment, then took action, using the Heavenly Map to collect the Thunder Emperor's Remnant Lightning, the Kunpeng's Scale Feathers, and the Divine Phoenix's True Feathers.

After the Ten Fiends' remains were taken away, the remaining traces of the alien realm also disappeared rapidly. With a sweep of the purple divine fire, these Dao traces, which had been "already purified," were absorbed into the ten lands filled with black mist, merging with the powdered forehead bone.

In an instant, the fog between the ten lands became even thicker, and Yang Jian could feel his potential increasing again. He seemed to be walking the path of an evolved being in a different way, and there was hope that a certain defect in this world could be filled.

"In the end, this change can even make up for my deficiencies in the laws of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!" Yang Jian pondered. He even felt that, in the end, he could impersonate a super-evolved being from another realm, and in the future, he would have resistance to that kind of darkness!

Thinking of this, Yang Jian suddenly had a flash of inspiration. If his Ten Earths evolved into the Dark Realm of Another World and his Nine Heavens evolved into the Ten Fiend Immortal Realms, then if he were to temporarily combine the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to unleash the final burst of his Heavenly Power, could he evolve the corresponding Dark Evolution of the Ten Fiends within them? For example, the Fallen Blood Phoenix, the Dark Demon Dragon, the Divine Cricket, etc.

Using the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to evolve the Divine Phoenix and the Fallen Blood Phoenix? He pondered as he ventured deeper, getting closer and closer to the bottom of the Black Abyss.

This seemed to be a road where supreme experts were engaged in fierce battles, fighting as they went, thus creating these marks. He descended for a full 100,000 zhang before reaching the bottom.

Below this abyss lies an endless pile of bones, containing all sorts of creatures; at a glance, it feels like stepping into burial ground.

Even more striking is the altar at the very center of this abyss, which is incredibly vast, ancient, and exudes a chaotic aura, as if it has existed with heaven and earth since time immemorial.

When Yang Jian approached, he discovered that the altar was damaged and half-destroyed, but its aura and sense of vicissitude still sent shivers down his spine.

"The blood of those who fought in the past will never perish!" He felt a chill in his heart, because there were all kinds of blood on the altar, some dazzling silver, some deep black, some as blue as the sea... They had never dried up. Having experienced the most brutal battle, even when the blood was shrouded in the soft light of the altar, it still had endless killing intent!

These are the most primordial and supreme bloodlines, preserving the immortal power of yesteryear! In addition, there are broken willow branches, tattered feathers, and other items on the altar, creating a terrifying scene.

"Back then, were the ancient immortals fighting and retreating, and the alien creatures pursued them all the way here?" Yang Jian speculated, because this altar was like a node connecting other places.

Buzz! Just then, as he approached, the broken altar trembled slightly, causing Yang Jian to feel hot all over. He focused his mind and discovered that all the remnants of the Ten Fiends on his body were shining brightly!

The Heavenly Ant Arm Bone, the God-Slaying Stone, the Phoenix True Feather, the Kunpeng Scale Feather, and the Thunder Emperor's Remnant Lightning all resonated with each other, as did the dark mist within the Ten Lands, which surged continuously.

Stimulated by this, the altar blurred, and various spacetime rifts appeared around it. In a daze, Yang Jian felt that spacetime was distorted, and the river of time seemed to be reversing.

He saw the past, the fierce battle of the Immortals, but the next moment, he saw the future, where someone was vaguely manifesting, as if speaking to him.

In the dim light, Yang Jian heard a call, someone calling him, praying, chanting.

That sounds like his name, but it doesn't seem to be.

"What is that?" Yang Jian stood on the altar, looking at the chaotic future scenes. He vaguely saw a golden figure beside an altar, next to a huge bronze coffin with chains extending out, binding nine dragons.

The figure, enveloped in golden blood energy, was digging into something, muttering, "Wrong, they're all wrong. The person they speak of, the one who once existed, was neither an immortal, nor a mortal, nor a dark evolver. He was a god; a true god!"

"When...the resurgence begins, and the sweeping...great reckoning returns, at the moment when the world cries out..., He will manifest in the world! But, what is...He?"

Yang Jian frowned. The sounds were intermittent, missing crucial parts. He couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to hear them more clearly.

But once this step was taken, a sudden change occurred!

All future scenes vanished, while past scenes magnified rapidly. This was left behind by the Ten Fiends, attempting to pull Yang Jian into them!

He saw the past and wanted to merge into it, which meant returning to the ancient battlefield!