Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

Immortal Ancient Pure Blood, Newborn Overlord Blood!

Yang Jian's blood mutated under the fusion of battle spirit and immortal energy, transforming into an extremely domineering battle blood.

At this moment, the purple blood's aura roared and burst forth, drawing down auspicious rays from the sky and causing divine lotuses to bloom on the ground. Countless rays of light shone forth, and at this instant, dragons and phoenixes sang in harmony, white tigers roared to the heavens, and black tortoises crossed the sea, accompanied by all sorts of astonishing phenomena.

"What happened?!" "What kind of strange phenomenon was that?"

For a moment, all the beings in the three thousand realms of immortality were surprised and looked over. They felt a kind of bloodline resonance, seemingly real but not quite, and they also felt a belief of a born battle maniac: "After my flower blooms, all other flowers will perish," domineering to the extreme!

"The bloodline of the remnant clan has reverted to its ancestral form?" Within the territory of the Silver Blood Demon Tree clan, the clan's dormant sect leader-level ancestor was stimulated to revive, and upon observing from afar, revealed a strange expression.

Inside the ancient temple of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, Yang Jian controlled this blood energy, his double pupils gleaming with strange light, and many thoughts raced through his mind.

"The pure blood of the Immortal Ancient is the Immortal Ancient Law; the subsequent mutated Overlord Blood is the path of the Law of this World; as for me, since I have already chosen to disperse immortal energy into my physical body, then naturally I must walk the path of the Law of this World and forge a new path!"

Yang Jian's expression hardened, and he made a firm decision: he would channel all the remaining immortal energy into his physical body to transform his bloodline and achieve the domineering bloodline!

If he succeeds in this path, he will become a figure who is considered a patriarch or ancestor, or perhaps he can be called the progenitor of the Bloodline Tyrant!

Boom! The next moment, as Yang Jian stood up, the ancestral land of the Soul Clan erupted in chaos, with purple energy surging into the sky. He stood there, his black hair flowing freely, his eyes flashing with purple lightning, exuding an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers, and possessing an air of supreme dominance.

As he cultivated immortal energy, Yang Jian's cultivation level also improved, reaching the late stage of the Divine Fire Realm.

With a whoosh, he stepped down, descending like a god to earth, and landed outside the ancient temple.

"The Overlord has emerged from seclusion!"

Did he achieve that?

"Has it surpassed the ancient kings?"

In an instant, the surrounding people gathered around, all watching intently, wanting to know if Yang Jian had taken that step!

The elders of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan were even more excited. They immediately surrounded the area, their auras intertwined, and even activated their protective array, cautiously surveying their surroundings to guard against any unexpected events.

"Yang Jian, have you... have you succeeded?" At this moment, even the old god of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan was trembling as he looked at Yang Jian expectantly.

Seeing this, Yang Jian smiled slightly. His body was filled with purple energy, which flowed down in strands, like great waterfalls sweeping across the vast land and the entire sky. Then, within that blood energy, a pure white, dragon-like, winding and surging immortal energy suddenly appeared!

"Immortal energy! Immortal energy cultivated by oneself!" In an instant, all the elders of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan began to breathe heavily. Even the deepest part of the clan's territory, where the supposedly delirious sect leader-level ancestor was said to be sleeping, trembled, and a gaze appeared, fixed on that immortal energy.

The old god took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, stamped his feet repeatedly, rubbed his hands together, and patted Yang Jian on the shoulder. "Good! A glimmer of hope has truly emerged among us ancient immortals. Come, I'll take you to see the ancestor right now!"

After saying that, the old god flicked his sleeves and disappeared with Yang Jian, heading towards the secluded cultivation place of the Void Dao Ancestor.

Seeing this, the onlookers exchanged bewildered glances, some with suspicion. "Something's not right. Why the rush? They've probably cultivated immortal energy. Let's go, we'll follow!"

Within the forbidden area of ​​the Eight-Armed Soul Clan, Yang Jian and the Old God appeared and met the clan's Void Dao Ancestor.

His body was indistinct, but he was bound by chains. Due to the curse, he rarely had the chance to be conscious and spent most of his time in madness and sleep.

However, upon seeing Yang Jian, the Soul Clan Ancestor was slightly surprised, "Why is your immortal aura somewhat different? Why does it extend from your physical body and connect so closely?"

"I am different from ordinary people. After cultivating immortal energy, I transformed it into my physical body to achieve my immortal body." Yang Jian did not hide anything and directly explained the reason.

"What? You actually dispersed your immortal energy into your physical body?" Upon hearing this, the old god ripped off his own beard and stared wide-eyed at Yang Jian; the Soul Clan ancestor also paused, his breath coming in a halt before finally speaking, "You are using ancient methods to cultivate modern methods, attempting to follow the path of the divine?"

The divine way he spoke of was not only the current system and laws, but also included the "divine way" created by the ancient ancestors and spirits of the Immortal Ancient Era!

In fact, even this Venerable Ancestor was shocked. He hadn't expected Yang Jian to be so decisive and actually choose this step. He was too willing to give up so much.

It takes immense courage to take such a desperate gamble!

"Hmm, let this old man take a look." The Soul Clan Ancestor reached out and brought Yang Jian to his side. He then carefully examined Yang Jian's body and found that his flesh and bones were extraordinary, and he had indeed achieved great things.

"My method will not be weaker than normal immortal energy; my physical body will only be stronger." Yang Jian was very calm. He had already figured it out and made a decision. He dared to do it and could bear the consequences. There was nothing to hesitate about.

The Soul Clan Ancestor was silent for a moment, then nodded and looked at the Soul Clan Old God. "You don't need to worry. What Yang Jian said is true. His path does have potential. If he continues on this path, he will become stronger and constantly break through the limits of his realm."

"But what if he reaches the Celestial God Realm? He needs to bloom his own Great Dao bud before he can do that. Now that Yang Jian has integrated immortal energy into his physical body, does that mean he won't bloom in the Celestial God Realm? He can't just let his physical body bloom into a Great Dao flower, can he?" The old Celestial God smiled bitterly, this was what he was worried about.

His cultivation level was fixed, and his cultivation steps were clear, but now it had deviated from the established path, which naturally made it difficult for him to accept.

Seeing this, Yang Jian smiled nonchalantly, "The three flowers on the top of my head are good, but I may not be unable to cultivate the five qi in my chest and the three corpses in my physical body, and other Dao fruits."

After speaking, he cupped his hands towards the two of them and said, "In the cultivation of the divine path, realms are realms, but one does not necessarily have to be bound by the paths left by predecessors. One can adapt to the similarities and still converge at the end of the realm. What changes is only the process, just as every genius who breaks through the limit of a realm gains something different."

After hearing these words, the two old men did not refute them, but were also thinking about them. Because all the kings in the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm who had forged their own paths had done the same thing. None of them followed the rules like their predecessors. Instead, they all walked their own paths. Therefore, they felt that they should trust Yang Jian.

"Alright, young people always have their own ideas. We old guys just need to protect you." In the end, the two nodded and were about to say something more when they suddenly froze and looked behind Yang Jian.

At the same time, Yang Jian also sensed something and looked behind him. A wisp of immortal energy swirled around his body, illuminating the area behind him. There, he saw an ancient lamp, its dim yellow light giving off an eerie and ominous aura.

"It's that again?" Yang Jian recognized the lamp. It was this lamp that led him onto the dark warship when he ignited the divine fire with the Dao of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

This time, the ancient lamp did not open the crack, but instead spread out a gray mist.

"The ominous signs recorded in ancient texts are only encountered by young kings who forge their own paths!" At this moment, both the Soul Clan Ancestor and the Old God became solemn. They did not act rashly or interfere, knowing the terror involved.

This is Yang Jian's tribulation!

The next moment, without a sound, the gray mist rippled and gradually turned deep red, like blood, carrying a fishy smell and extremely evil. This thing has existed for thousands of years, throughout history, and has destroyed the foundation of many outstanding people.

Then the blood-red mist coalesced into a ball, transforming into the shape of an eye, which trembled and opened.

Huh? Yang Jian felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being watched, and a strange power was at work here.

The blood-red vertical pupil scanned Yang Jian, as if imitating and evolving, but it disappeared when Yang Jian's double pupils shot out a golden light attack.

Instead, a rough and primitive stone path appeared in the mist.

At the end of the stone path, footsteps echoed, so clear and eerie, with a reverberation.

"They're here!" The Soul Clan patriarch uttered a low shout. Even with his cultivation level, he felt a chill, regardless of his realm.

"Playing tricks." Yang Jian looked expressionlessly at the end of the stone path, where a figure appeared, walking step by step, as if it had been there since time immemorial, with an unchanging rhythm, exuding a mysterious power that was so oppressive it was suffocating.

The fog was thick, and the man looked like a demon from hell, standing there like a mountain, making it hard for people to breathe.

Surprisingly, he looked exactly like Yang Jian! He even had double pupils.

"No, there are still people!" Just then, the God of Heaven spoke up to warn them.

Yang Jian turned his head and saw three more figures emerge from the stone path, each exuding a powerful aura.

The first one was golden all over, with a single horn on his head, and ant-shaped runes imprinted on his muscular body; the other was silver all over, as extraordinary as a stone saint; the last one was ancient and majestic, like the lord of the nine heavens and the emperor of the ten earths descending to the mortal world, sitting cross-legged on an ancient temple!

"Interesting, you've copied all my knowledge?" Yang Jian instantly realized the change. The four figures lined up were: Double Pupil, Heavenly Horned Ant, God-Slaying Stone, and Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture!

Each of them was a means for him to gain fame and power, but now they have become his opponents and obstacles!

Upon seeing this scene, both the Soul Clan Ancestor and the Old God turned grim. One against four? How could this be possible!

Even with their confidence in Yang Jian, they could no longer remain calm; their hearts were pounding with anxiety and uncertainty.

If even one of these beings appears, it can be arrogant and look down on its contemporaries. How can we resist if four of them appear at the same time?