Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

The Overlord transcends tribulation and becomes a true god, cultivating three immortal energies; the Soul Clan leader kills the Silver Blood Clan leader, and the five clans jointly annihilate the Silver Blood Demon Tree Clan!

In a single day, the events that occurred in the Spirit Sacrifice Realm shook most of the Immortal Ancient Realm, astonishing many powerful figures. Anyone who heard about it changed color and began to pay attention.

"Impossible! What era are we living in? Such a thing still exists? Even in the ancient times of immortality, there were very few people like this. They are truly gifted beyond compare!"

"What's even more remarkable is that he didn't possess any immortal seeds or immortal flames; he achieved it entirely on his own, which is virtually impossible!"

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 really too difficult for someone to reach this point!

"Wait, the Silver Blood Cult Leader is dead too? Their entire clan was wiped out?" "Impossible! They were the backbone of the Five Clans Alliance, and they were all wiped out?"

The extermination of the Silverblood Clan was a major event that shocked the native inhabitants. Some large tribes, upon hearing the news, went to Silver Demon Island to confirm it.

Only after seeing the ruins did they believe it was true!

"He's gone mad, truly mad! The Overlord led his men to annihilate the Silver Blood Demon Tree Clan, settling all scores and completely altering the landscape of the Immortal Ancient Era!"

"The Five Races Alliance is about to collapse, and the four races of the Sacrificial Spirits will probably rule the world from now on."

The news spread again, attracting the attention and causing a stir among the ancient immortal race.

For many years, the tribes maintained a fragile balance, but today, it has finally been broken.

"Now, the four races of dragons, dragon sparrows, golden elephants, and rakshasa are about to get restless."

"Ever since the Overlord underwent his tribulation, many have tried to defy the heavens and summon the lightning tribulation, but alas..."

Outside, people of all races are discussing the fact that outsiders are undergoing tribulations one after another, causing a huge uproar.

In the past few days, not only outsiders, but also many natives have been trying to overcome their tribulations and make a comeback, because Yang Jian's success has truly inspired many people.

Many young talents followed suit, hoping to leave their mark on history.

But the result was cruel; in the days that followed, people kept falling, all turned to ashes, and no one succeeded.

However, all of this was fleeting for Yang Jian. He had recently been meeting with the leaders of the Centaur, Ancient Demon and Beauty, and Spirit Saint Clan at the ancestral temple of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan.

In the end, they all arrived at the location of the Willow God's divine kingdom.

Upon witnessing the ancestral spirit regain its power and manifest miracles after absorbing the branches and willow leaves left behind by the Burial Realm, the four clans were even more impressed and believed that their choice was correct.

"Young friend, we all worship our ancestral spirits. Now, with our faith in these spirits, we have made a solemn oath to the Great Dao, forming the Ancient Immortal Alliance. Can you rest assured now?"

The leaders of the four clans spoke up. They were already inclined to form an alliance, and now that the ancestral spirit had manifested again and they had the help of the tribulation liquid, they were naturally willing.

Yang Jian nodded, then took out the remaining lightning tribulation liquid, poured it into a cup, and gave it to the four people.

The leader of the ancient demon race was the first to drink, and a surge of energy, like a flash flood, spread outwards. He opened his eyes, trembling, his gaze clearer than before, and said, "Still a little short!"

He is a being beyond the gods, with immense power and a deeper curse. One cup of Thunder Tribulation Liquid is certainly not enough to dispel the entire curse, since even gods need two cups.

Seeing this, Yang Jian poured him three more cups, which finally allowed the leader of the sect to break the curse and regain his freedom.

"Hahaha! That's wonderful! From now on, I'll never have to live in a daze again!" The Ancient Demon Lord was overjoyed and bowed to Yang Jian without hesitation.

The fact that the former leader of the Void Path Sect was so solemn surprised many of the indigenous people.

"Young friend, young friend, isn't it our turn?" The beautiful women, centaurs, and spirit saints couldn't sit still any longer and pleaded with each other.

Yang Jian smiled and gave each of them four cups as well. By this time, he had used up all the lightning tribulation liquid he had collected.

Boom! Soon, the three leaders also let out a long roar in unison, their expressions excited and joyful.

They all regained their freedom and the ability to act consciously.

"Thank you, young friend!" The three of them did not forget their benefactor and bowed to Yang Jian in unison, deeply moved.

The Spirit Saint Sect Master exclaimed, "Young friend, you are truly a hero among youths! To possess such talent at the True God Realm, you are destined for even greater heights and will undoubtedly become a powerful ruler of the Immortal Ancient Era!"

"I believe that you will be the first person to break the ancient curse and lead us out into the world!" The Centaur Master laughed heartily, envisioning the future.

The beautiful sect leader paused for a moment, then spoke, "Young friend, I have a question. Now that the Tribulation Liquid is used up, what will become of the remaining gods and clansmen?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian put down his cup and said unhurriedly, "It's alright. As long as I'm here, the Tribulation Liquid will be inexhaustible. I can just wait for my tribulation to pass. Besides, there's another fellow Daoist whose Tribulation Liquid can also dispel the curse."

He was referring to Shi Hao, of course.

Hearing these words, the four leaders were relieved and happily began discussing the alliance.

"Now that we, the Spirit Race Alliance, have arrived, we should settle the matter of the Five Races Alliance and eliminate the remaining four races." Finally, the Soul Race Leader spoke, deciding to take the initiative and announce to the outside world that they were the new leaders!

Soon, the five armies set off, heading straight for the Qiulong tribe.

They moved so fast that even the dragon race hadn't had time to react before the chariots and figures closed in.

One after another, the warriors of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan marched out, each one brimming with blood and energy, their helmets gleaming, their weapons flashing coldly, ready to conquer the eight wastelands.

The ancient demon cultivators rode on savage beasts, galloping in and breaking through the sky. They wielded spears, halberds, and other weapons, and were extremely ruthless.

Immediately, a loud bird cry rang out, and giant wings swept across the sky as ferocious birds charged out one after another. The Spirit Saint Clan's troops stood atop them, like dark clouds drifting in, creating a sense of oppression and making it hard to breathe.

Roar! The centaur warriors arrived, galloping across the sky, bows drawn, and arrows shot open the gates of the dragon tribe.

The cultivators of the Liren race arrived in silver chariots, their banners flying high and waving. The combined forces of the five races descended, stirring up a tremendous upheaval.

"The five tribes that offer sacrifices to the spirits have arrived!" The chieftain of the dragon clan turned pale, his heart filled with horror, and cold sweat soaked his clothes.

He had planned to escape as early as when the Silverblood Demon Tree Clan was wiped out. The clan had been preparing for migration all this time, but unfortunately, they were always a step too late.

At this moment, banners fluttered outside the Qiulong tribe, and the sounds of men shouting and horses neighing filled the air as they charged down without a word!

In a single encounter, the resisting god was captured and killed on the spot.

The five groups of people swept through the Qiulong tribe swiftly, killing and capturing the rebels.

Yang Jian didn't even have to wait long before a large tribe was conquered and became history; so much so that the dragon god who had once been his enemy was brought before him, bound hand and foot.

"Which street is this?"

Yang Jian had never taken him seriously, and upon seeing him again, he spent a long time reminiscing, which made the Dragon God so frustrated he felt like vomiting blood.

He, a dignified god, was actually ignored by a junior and treated like a roadside weed!

"It's nothing more than relying on external forces and the help of the clan. If it were just the two of us fighting one-on-one, I could kill you with a flick of my finger!" The dragon god said unwillingly, feeling that with his abilities, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state.

"If we were truly at the same level, I could kill you with one hand. You're making a fool of yourself." Yang Jian sneered, still not taking him seriously. However, since he hadn't made a move on this trip, he became interested and said, "I can also grant you a chance to fight me and fulfill your last wish."

Immediately, the Soul Clan leader made a move, knocking down the Qilong Heavenly God's realm, piercing his primordial spirit, and destroying his Heavenly God Laws, leaving him only with a Heavenly God-level physical body, reducing him to a True God Great Perfection cultivator.

"You? You really dare? I'm a True God at the Great Perfection stage, two minor realms higher than you! My Heavenly God body isn't fake!" The dragon was astonished. He had never seen anyone like this before, actually giving him a chance? This was far too arrogant!

"What's there to be afraid of? Since I dare to say it, I'm confident that I'm invincible among those of the same realm." Yang Jian replied calmly. If he didn't even have this much courage, what kind of path was he cultivating? If it weren't for the fact that gods are invincible, even a True God at the Great Perfection of Three Immortal Auras could only run for his life. He wouldn't mind giving it a try.

"Then you'll regret it!" The next moment, the dragon grinned and directly revealed its true form to attack with all its might; Yang Jian, as he had said, only stretched out one hand, and then three streams of immortal energy and purple domineering blood boiled together, swirling between his palm and fingers.

In an instant, the sky collapsed, the sea of ​​clouds was dyed with golden light, and purple aura came from the east to fill the universe, all intertwining to form a purple-gold handprint that descended from the sky and enveloped the figure of the dragon.

Three streams of immortal energy surrounded the palm print, making it exceptionally dazzling and startling the celestial beings watching the battle.

The next moment, with a loud "poof," blood splattered into the sky. The dragon was directly knocked to the ground, its magical technique collapsed, its body was flattened, its bones were broken inch by inch, and its primordial spirit was shattered into pieces. It was almost killed by this palm strike! In fact, if Yang Jian hadn't left him a sliver of life by speaking, he would already be dead by now.

One hand pressed down, making it impossible for the dragon to lift its head.

With the same god-level physique, and even two minor realms higher, the result was the same: one hand and one strike were enough.

"Do you have anything to say?" Yang Jian looked at him, his expression calm and composed, not even a single hair out of place.

The dragon gave a bitter laugh, then simply closed its eyes. "No more words, make your move!"

The next moment, the old god of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan made a sudden move, slapping him into a pulp.

At this point, the entire Qiulong tribe fell silent, and all submitted.

However, an unexpected incident occurred when the five tribes of the Sacred Spirits attacked the Dragon Sparrow Tribe.

A cult leader-level figure actually made a move and directly attacked and killed Yang Jian!

A pair of wings dispersed the sea of ​​clouds and struck with the force of thunder. There was no doubt about this aura; even a god could not withstand it. It was too powerful.

"Insolence!" The ancient ancestor of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan appeared and met him with a palm strike. The heavens and earth shattered during the clash. It was the ancient ancestor of the Dragon Sparrow Clan who tried to resist, but the other four sect leaders also rushed up. The five of them surrounded and attacked him, killing him on the spot!

"Another sect leader has fallen!" Many cultivators were shocked and spread the news.

Upon receiving this news, the Golden Elephant Clan was terrified. They wanted to negotiate and hand over all the gods they had colluded with, but the powerful figures refused, and a great battle broke out among them.

When the five tribes of the Sacrifice Spirit arrived, this tribe had already fallen apart due to internal strife!

Without wasting any time, they quickly leveled the area, killed the collaborators, looted the treasure vault, and then charged towards the Rakshasa tribe.

This clan had already heard of the fates of the previous four clans, and it turned out that someone had acted as an inside agent. As soon as Yang Jian and his group arrived, a Rakshasa deity stood at the door, bowing and smiling obsequiously as he extended his hand, saying, "This way, my lord!"

With guides, the five groups of people marched straight in and easily suppressed the large tribe.

The clan's patriarch was in a daze, but was violently awakened by the approaching five leaders. Before he could even react to what was happening, he was brutally killed in the encirclement.

Thus, the Five Races Alliance was destroyed!

It can also be said that this was all orchestrated by Yang Jian, which completely changed the situation within the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm and set him on unifying the Three Thousand Realms!

The Dragon Clan, Dragon Sparrow Clan, Golden Elephant Clan, and Rakshasa Clan became history; of course, the five sacrificial spirit clans were not as brutal as the Silver Blood Demon Tree Clan, which would exterminate the entire clan at the drop of a hat. They only exterminated the evildoers and those involved, and some of the gods and creatures who remained neutral and indifferent to worldly affairs survived.

It was precisely this point that reassured the other tribes of Xian Gu, leading them to decide to join; otherwise, they would have been no different from the previous evildoers.

This day was a dark day for the powerful figures from the outside world. It was too terrible and too bad. When had they ever heard of gods falling one after another and sect leaders dying one after another?

More importantly, the Overlord is truly going to unify the Immortal Ancient World!