Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

In the Realm of Heavenly Demise, the sky was torn apart, and a crimson comet fell from the heavens, crashing heavily onto the earth.

In an instant, the sky and earth shook violently, and the mountains and valleys trembled wildly. A vast and boundless aura arose spontaneously, soaring into the sky and crashing through the clouds!

In an instant, starlight and the brilliance of the sun and moon showered down, as if crowning and witnessing the arrival of the newcomer.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" the people in the temple shouted, retreating one after another. Even the ancient holy son made a move, stirring up a gust of wind to counteract the force that was falling from the sky.

Crack!

The next moment, at the center of the smoke and dust, the red comet faded away, finally revealing its true form: a person emerged from it, with burning flames and crimson lightning still wrapped around his shoulders.

At first glance, what people see is not the face, but a pair of captivating eyes.

A pair of golden double pupils!

Born a prodigy, with one eye and two pupils, these eyes bring with them a glorious past and terrifying pressure.

"It's him! The one with double pupils from back then has arrived!" Upon seeing this, everyone in the temple immediately understood and knew the identity of the newcomer.

The golden-striped white tiger, which had once tried to recruit Yang Jian, stood on end, feeling a terrifying sense of urgency. However, the other party clearly did not pay attention to it and did not even glance at it, yet it still felt suffocated.

Whoosh! In the next moment, amidst the flames and lightning, the man waved his hand, dispelling all the strange phenomena and revealing his appearance. He was handsome and dashing, wearing a black veil, a golden robe and armor, with phoenix eyes and a majestic air. He wore golden boots and a jade belt. It was none other than Yang Jian!

"Ancient Holy Son, I have arrived. I hope your Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture will not disappoint me." Yang Jian spoke coldly, his pupils glowing and shooting out astonishing beams of light that transformed into a powerful pressure that caused the heavens and earth to tremble violently.

He single-handedly stormed the temple, intending to subdue the ancient holy son!

This astonishing scene stunned all the cultivators in the Heavenly Crippled Realm; it was far too arrogant!

Unprecedented, who would dare to go alone to the stronghold of the ancient freaks and provoke them?

"Is this double pupil a born god or a born tyrant?" a cultivator murmured, feeling terrified. If such an ancient freak went to war, the heavens and earth would surely collapse and even ghosts would be terrified.

This is incredibly exciting. How many years or even generations does it take to witness such a battle? Today, they can see it with their own eyes.

"You audacious madman! What do you take my temple for? The ancient holy son is so noble! Do you think we can fight just because you say so?" At this moment, as a follower of the ancient holy son, the Golden-Striped White Tiger had no choice but to stand up and roar loudly. The other followers behind him also stood up and kept shouting.

Yang Jian remained silent; the cries of ants could not shake the heavens.

He glanced in that direction, his eyes glowed, and runes condensed in his pupils before he shot out.

The runes scattered, radiating golden light, arriving in an instant, faster than the ancient saint had anticipated. The golden-striped white tiger and its followers hurriedly activated their magical artifacts to fight back, while those around them also joined forces to resolve the calamity.

However, something terrible happened. The double-pupil rune flew over and directly pierced through the magic weapon, causing the surrounding area to explode with a loud bang. At the same time, the magic weapons of the others were also destroyed, leaving them powerless to resist.

With a sudden "poof," blood splattered, and the golden-striped white tiger and the ancient saint's followers were instantly pulverized, exploding before the eyes of the double-pupiled one.

"My God! He killed so many followers with just one glare? There were dozens of them, including several first-generation cultivators!" The cultivators who witnessed this scene were shocked and couldn't help but exclaim. What's the difference between this and slaughtering chickens and dogs?

Yang Jian didn't do it intentionally; he just glanced at it casually, yet it created this terrifying scene that sent chills down one's spine.

At this moment, those golden double pupils were staring at the ancient saint son, and then scanning all the spectators around him. His right eye rippled with dreamlike bubbles, and patterns like shattered mirrors appeared.

"You arrogant brat!" The ancient saint finally couldn't sit still any longer. He glared at Yang Jian's "double pupils" and, with a sound like a mirror shattering, he made his move. He chanted scriptures and pointed his finger, and a silver mountain appeared, pressing down on Yang Jian and crushing the void.

It turned out to be a symbol, coming from the horizon.

"Ancient Saint Son, your true form is quite impressive, worthy to be my mount!" Yang Jian glanced at the Ancient Saint Son's true form, which was a golden-winged roc, and couldn't help but laugh loudly, his arrogance and confidence completely undisguised.

Clang! Just as the silver mountain pressed down, a blade-shaped divine light shot out from his pupils, striking the symbolic silver mountain and shattering it.

"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, only I possess the law, all paths transform into symbols, suppress!" This was merely a delay in the battle; the true power of the Ancient Saint Son's method had only just begun to manifest. In the void, a row of mountains flew in, some dazzling with golden light, some steaming with purple aura, and some deep and dark... all exuding a majestic aura, like a sea of ​​stars pressing down!

This is a supernatural power derived from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Sutra.

"One hundred and eight mountains! It's like one hundred and eight Great Daos descending to suppress all enemies." The cultivators were so shocked that they retreated one after another, not daring to stop. These were one hundred and eight runes, connected together like a bracelet falling down, suppressing all enemies.

"That's the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture, the legendary supreme divine scripture!" A Venerable who had crossed realms to watch the battle exclaimed in shock. This ancient scripture was unparalleled; its name alone was enough to show that it was renowned throughout the past, present, and future.

It could even be said that every character in the scripture symbolizes a trace of the Tao, a power that has existed within the nine heavens and ten earths.

As the ancient saint chanted the scriptures, the mountains of runes continued to grow. Each rune was actually a killing technique, symbolizing a secret method. For example, the fire killing technique transformed into the Flaming Mountain, and the palm killing technique transformed into the Five Finger Mountain. Each one was a legacy of the temple, the essence of countless experiences!

What caught Yang Jian's attention were the Knife Mountain and Sword Mountain formed by the runes of the knife and sword, which recorded the knife skills and sword techniques within the temple. If he could seize them, they would be of great use to his combined knife and sword techniques, and he might even be able to create one in one fell swoop.

In just that one moment of distraction, the number of rune mountains in the arena had increased to three hundred!

Three hundred runes, three hundred mountains, three hundred sacred peaks, three hundred paths!

This was a sign that Yang Jian had achieved success in his cultivation of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture. Three hundred great mountains pressed down on Yang Jian, causing many cultivators to hold their breath and wait for a turning point.

Sure enough, the next moment, a laugh came from the foot of the Three Hundred Mountains.

"Joyfully I break off blades of grass to measure the heavens and earth; I think of carrying mountains to catch the sun!"

With a deafening roar, the three hundred mountains that had been on the ground suddenly rose up. They weren't blown away, but were lifted up and carried by people using their physical strength!

At this moment, even the ancient saint's expression changed, and he looked over with a solemn gaze. He saw that Yang Jian's shoulder muscles were bulging, and he was carrying three hundred rune mountains on his shoulders and charging towards the location of his true body!

"Freaks!" The ancient saint couldn't help but curse, then immediately used a secret technique, his body burning like the sun, and he sped away. The crowd, watching Yang Jian chasing after him, couldn't help but sigh:

Truly, his strength was so great he could uproot mountains, and his spirit was so overwhelming!

Shouldering three hundred mountains, he pursued the ancient holy son!

At this moment, the ancient holy son was burning with divine power, like a sun, being chased by a divine being who could carry hundreds of mountains on his shoulders.

Carrying mountains to catch up with the sun!

"The ancient sage has encountered a formidable foe. This man possesses the might to disturb mountains and seize the sun, and the bravery to capture dragons in the turbulent sea."

This shocking scene left all the cultivators in the Heavenly Crippled Realm in awe, their eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out.

What's even more terrifying is that during the chase, Yang Jian would occasionally throw mountains into the air and smash them directly at the Ancient Saint, attacking him with the Ancient Saint's own techniques, which truly frustrated the Ancient Saint.

The mountains seemed to pierce the sky, each one seemingly sinking into the heavens, yet with a flick of Yang Jian's palm, they transformed into burning meteors that crashed down. One hundred and eight meteors fell from the heavens, pressing down on the thick earth; each one could kill countless Venerables!

"So arrogant? I'll unleash the ultimate techniques of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture and shatter your arrogance!"

Finally, after being bombarded by three hundred great mountains, the ancient saint could no longer bear it. He stopped, activated his Heavenly Power, and prepared to use his trump card.

"A unique skill?" Upon hearing these two words, Yang Jian shook his head strangely.

As everyone heard a sound like a mirror shattering, the ancient saint's eyes widened. Yang Jian, who was carrying mountains and chasing the sun, actually smiled and stretched out a hand, pointing into the distance.

The ancient saint was stunned, then his pupils contracted sharply, his heart pounded, and he looked sharply in the direction the finger was pointing. He saw that in the place that 'Yang Jian' was pointing, a pair of huge golden double pupils that covered the sky and the earth were turning.

Above those double pupils, another Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his back.

The real Yang Jian.

Those golden double pupils looked down at him coldly, as if watching a farce.

From beginning to end, the ancient saint was fighting wits and courage against the void, battling fiercely in the struggle to reverse the heavens and the sun. It was not an illusion, but a reality. It could be considered a clash of the two people's primordial spirits and wills, and another interpretation of the great battle.

"Ancient Holy Son, not bad." Yang Jian commented, nodding in approval, but it gave everyone a sense of absurdity.

"Even we were affected by the illusion? Those eyes are terrifying!" The cultivators watching nearby were shocked, their backs soaked with cold sweat, and they couldn't help but gasp.

This is utterly humiliating! With just a glance, he pulled everyone present into the illusion of double pupils, making the ancient saint's various methods a laughing stock.

A dignified ancient freak fought a fierce battle with illusions for a long time, resulting in a draw. He was even chased by a mountain-carrying monster, only to find out in the end that it was all a lie!

"Double pupils!" Even with the ancient saint's excellent self-control, he couldn't take it anymore. It was too humiliating, too inhuman! They were treating him like a fool!

Yang Jian glanced at him without speaking, but his double pupils reflected the outlines of three hundred mountains, with the Sword Mountain and Knife Mountain being the most prominent.

He certainly didn't pull the ancient saint into the illusion for no reason. First, he wanted to test whether the saint's strength was enough to fight him; second, he wanted to take the opportunity to comprehend the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture!

The three hundred mountains that the ancient saint had just conjured in the illusion have all been recorded and comprehended by him using his double pupils in conjunction with the reversal of heaven and earth, and have been made his own!

The primordial spirit world that can turn back the tide is not only used to collect information and weaknesses of enemies, but also to record the laws that have appeared and continuously learn and evolve them.

With a casual gesture, a sword rune appeared in his left hand, which then solidified into a mountain of swords; with a grab of his right hand, a blade rune was forged into a mountain of blades. The ancient saint was stunned and couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "Are you stealing my magic? Absorbing my divine power? How is this possible!"

Not only was he surprised, but all the cultivators watching the battle were astonished, because this was not an illusionary world, but reality!

Those two runes and two mountains are the evolution of the ultimate sword and saber techniques in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture, containing many saber skills and sword techniques of the temple. At this moment, however, they were refined by the Double Pupil and turned into Yang Jian's experience and nourishment, promoting the further integration and evolution of Kunlu and Tai'a.

Having refined three hundred Great Dao runes, various mysteries and techniques surged into his mind, allowing Yang Jian to comprehend a unique skill. He looked at the Ancient Saint and slowly revealed a smile.

"I borrow your Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture to create my combined sword and saber technique." Yang Jian stretched out his left hand, and the Kunlu saber appeared. He grabbed with his right hand, and the Tai'a sword entered his palm. With the saber in his left hand and the sword in his right, he slowly rotated his arms, changing to a posture of pointing to the sky and drawing lines on the ground.

A combined sword and saber technique?! The ancient saint's heart jolted, a warning sign appearing as he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

The next moment, the sword and saber suddenly crossed and struck, their combined skills piercing the air and unleashing a magnificent, resounding clang of metal against metal:

The blade cuts through the wind, the sword slices through the clouds, severing the chaos and turmoil of wind and clouds!