Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

He turned the tide and defeated the heroes, his unparalleled swordsmanship cleaving through the winds and clouds!

A duel between ancient freaks caused a dramatic shift in the entire world of the Crippled.

"You, you mastered the magic of my temple with just one glance?" The ancient holy son's eyes widened. Gusts of wind rushed past him, ruffling his hair and robes. In the air opposite him, Yang Jian gripped his sword and suddenly slashed out.

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

In an instant, the world was transformed into a sea of ​​swords and blades, with soft swords and hard blades working together in a continuous, uninterrupted chain of attacks.

The blade seemed to become the ever-flowing clouds, slashing at all sorts of strange things, leaving the ancient saint son defenseless; the sword seemed to become the invisible wind, blowing and flowing around the ancient saint son, penetrating everywhere. The speed of the two was rarely matched in the world, turning rivers and seas upside down, changing the color of the wind and clouds.

This attack caused the void to tremble; it was too powerful. The flashes of swords and the shadows of blades surged, engulfing this place like a raging storm.

The cultivators who were far away all held their breath and witnessed a strange sight: the vast sky and the endless sea of ​​clouds were directly cut open and scattered. Half of the sky was pitch black, like the end of the night, and the other half was golden red, like the sunrise.

Under the swords and blades, yin and yang are truly divided between dawn and dusk!

"Ancient Holy Son, can you really withstand this attack? This double-pupil attack is a fusion of many secret techniques of the temple?" At this moment, even the followers inside the temple were worried. They did not underestimate the double-pupiled one, but instead felt that the opponent was extremely terrifying.

That sense of oppression was terrifying!

Faced with this attack, the ancient saint's expression turned solemn. He bit his tongue, forcing out his essence blood, and chanted scriptures while using his own essence blood to inscribe the text!

This is a forbidden technique; the moment it manifests, an inexplicable aura envelops the heavens and earth.

The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture!

This supreme divine power reappeared, with endless crimson symbols burning in the void, changing the entire world and shaking people's hearts. It was as if a power that made one the only one in heaven and earth was spreading, causing this desolate mountain land to boil over.

The battle spirits that were buried in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths in this ancient immortal land have reappeared.

"This, this, what kind of forbidden technique is this? No wonder it is a legacy that stands alongside the Immortal Palace and the Supreme Hall. This ancient scripture, 'Perfect Time,' was once compared to the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Technique!" Among the spectators were many prodigies from powerful forces, who couldn't help but sigh in amazement upon seeing this scene.

The next moment, with a loud boom, blurry figures appeared one after another in the world. They were all heroic spirits from the past, appearing in various forms, standing behind the ancient saint, supporting him, and fighting together against the combined attack of swords and blades.

The Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture is profound and unfathomable; this is merely one method of its application. To confront it is, in fact, to fight against the heroic spirits of the past in the world.

The next moment, endless sword and blade light fell, clashing with the countless battle spirits behind the Ancient Saint. Even Yang Jian collided with the Ancient Saint's physical body.

In a flash, he swept his Kunlu sword, disrupting the ancient saint's five senses. Then, the Tai'a sword flashed, and the laws of time slowed down the ancient saint, leaving him no time to react. Immediately, the ancient saint felt a strong sense of alarm, but he was powerless and could only watch helplessly as the sword and the blade stabbed towards his brow.

One wrong step can lead to a series of wrong steps; these two abilities are fatal at first glance.

Immediately, they saw that the place was filled with light and rain, heroic spirits roared, the earth shook and the air was filled with killing light, and the air was filled with the aura of swords and blades.

The clash of their supernatural powers threw the heavens and earth into chaos, as if they were about to crumble.

"Oh no! The connection between the universe has been disrupted!"

In the sky, some cultivators actually fell from the sky, unable to control their own power and suffering severe injuries.

"Look! Someone flew out!" Suddenly, a sharp-eyed person exclaimed, pointing to the very center of the clash of killing moves. Amidst the vanishing battle spirits and the dimming of sword light, a figure was seen falling out in a disheveled state.

That's not a winner, but a loser who gets knocked out with a single punch!

"It's the Ancient Saint Son!" One of the first generation was shocked. In this battle of supernatural powers, the one who lost was actually the Ancient Saint Son!

It was even visible to the naked eye that the Tai'a Sword and the Kunlu Sword pierced directly into the forehead of the ancient saint, almost piercing through the forehead of this ancient freak!

"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, protect my primordial spirit!" As another life-saving divine power was activated, people discovered that a portal had actually opened between the ancient saint's eyebrows. It was incredibly sacred and overflowed with wisps of chaotic energy, like an ancient cave, about to swallow the sword and the blade.

"Nothing can protect you in front of these eyes." Yang Jian snorted coldly and chased after him. He kicked the ancient saint away and drew his sword to catch up again. His fists rained down, smashing violently on the ancient saint. The ancient freak's mouth was bleeding continuously. After struggling for a while, he barely managed to fight back with the blessing of his battle spirit.

The two clashed repeatedly, causing massive rifts in the void to spread wildly wherever they went. The onlookers could no longer see them clearly; they had transformed into two beams of light entangled together. It was too fast; their fists and palms collided, their arms slashed, their legs and knees struck each other, and sparks flew between their bodies.

In a flash, the Ancient Saint Son risked taking a palm strike from Yang Jian, and together with the summoned battle spirit, he twisted Yang Jian's arm, revealing Dao traces, attempting to break it off. However, Yang Jian twirled the Tai'a sword in his right hand, slowing down time and preventing them from succeeding. He then flipped over and pressed down hard, straddling the Ancient Saint Son.

They roared in unison and exerted their strength, the burst of blood energy engulfing the area. Yang Jian swung his Kunlu sword fiercely, slicing the attacking battle spirits to pieces. With his other hand, he pressed down on the head of the ancient saint, and with both feet on his back, he crashed from the sky to the ground.

Boom! A mountain was instantly broken in two by the two men, and dust billowed up, turning into a large cloud of smoke and dust that rose into the sky.

"Hurry up and catch up!" The group of cultivators who were watching the battle had just arrived nearby when they saw the leaden clouds being torn apart and two figures fighting across the sky, smashing through thirty-six mountains in succession. Anyone who touched the aftershocks emitted by them witnessed the terrifying scene of mountains collapsing, the earth sinking, and lakes drying up.

"Impossible! The ancient holy son was suppressed from beginning to end?" The members of the temple were shocked. That was the invincible ancient holy son who had swept across an era and ruled a period of time! But now he was brutally beaten and suppressed by the suddenly emerging Immortal Ancient Clan.

Others took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, saying, "It's not certain yet; the final move will be the one to determine the winner."

*Thud!* Just then, at the point where the two ancient freaks were fighting, Yang Jian and the ancient saint simultaneously exchanged a palm strike, and then each of them unhesitatingly gathered a killing move to determine the victor with their other hand.

"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Gods and Demons merge, annihilate!" The Ancient Saint Son roared. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and he used a trump card that he had not even truly mastered. In an instant, all kinds of huge battle spirit figures swooped down from all directions of heaven and earth and merged with his body. These were heroic spirits, the remnant souls left behind by the powerful warriors who died in battle in the past.

He exerted all his strength, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth from the force, and concentrated all his battle spirit power in his other hand, forming a hand seal, which he then slammed down on Yang Jian.

"Double pupils are the path to invincibility; I will use this body to suppress all ages!" Yang Jian pointed his other hand, sweeping it horizontally between his eyes, his voice growing increasingly ethereal, "This one glance, opens the heavens and cleaves the earth!"

Boom! In an instant, the double pupils shone brightly, the light of which dimmed the sun, moon and stars. The runes of the Myriad Transformations Weapon Technique poured out from the left eye of the double pupil like a silver river, ten streams of light shattering the sky, two real and eight illusory.

Among them, the Kunlu and Tai'a swords combine to form a sharp blade, which, together with the phantom images of the other eight weapons, forms a perfect divine weapon!

Everyone looked up and saw that the weapon's tip was divided into three branches, shaped like the Chinese character "山" (mountain). The middle branch was slightly higher and resembled a sword, while the two wing branches were slightly lower. Both sides were sharpened and extremely razor-sharp.

Fine weapon, truly gleaming and shining, a three-pointed, double-edged spear!

Truly: The Kunlu Tai'a sword appears, forged with three points and two blades; the clouds above are shrouded in five colors, and the golden dragon pierces through the mist; its double pupils are like torches illuminating the netherworld, and its two blades cut down evil and wicked!

With a single slash, the three-pointed, double-edged spear split the heavens and the earth!

In an instant, countless cultivators in front screamed in agony, and even the sky and the earth burst into flames. The immense power of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear, accompanied by chaotic energy, spread to an unknown distance, shaking the eight directions and swaying the wind and clouds. Everything in the mortal world seemed so insignificant.

"Run!" Some cultivators screamed as their bodies were torn apart. Some coughed up blood as their bodies were crushed on the spot. Others had their foreheads shattered and blood flowed from their brows. They were all far away, but were still affected by the aftershocks.

This attack caused the heavens and earth to tremble, sand and stones to fly, gods to weep and demons to howl. It was too bizarre. The magic seals cast by the ancient saint were distorted, and the battle spirits within them were forced out one by one.

With double pupils, he opened the heavens and the earth; with a single spear, he suppressed eternity!

Then, the earth-shattering blade light shattered the magic seal, swallowing and exorcising all the battle souls. The aftershocks transformed into a gale that swept across the entire mountain range, with thousands of boulders flying everywhere, crashing against the earth with a deafening roar, and the sea of ​​clouds dissipating.

*Pfft!* The ancient saint coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face filled with disbelief. His entire arm exploded, and then a huge slashing wound suddenly appeared from his forehead to his chest and abdomen, his bones shattered. His chest and back were also pierced through by the three-pointed double-edged spear. He had lost.

Even with everything they had, they were still no match for the enemy.

He was utterly defeated, so much so that he couldn't even muster the will to be resentful or unwilling to accept it.

"Ancient Saint, you have been defeated." Yang Jian emerged from the smoke and dust, calm and collected, his clothes spotless. The three-pointed double-edged spear in his hand disintegrated into runes and dissipated. As he took a step, the Ancient Saint coughed up blood again, collapsed to the ground, and stared blankly at the sky.

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone understood that the Ancient Saint had been defeated.

The ancient immortal race, an unprecedented being with double pupils stepped on him, announcing his arrival to this generation of kings.