Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

Centaur, Beauty, and Ancient Demon clans gathered at the Eight-Armed Soul Clan's territory.

The three celestial beings had a clear goal: to meet with Yang Jian and discuss important matters.

However, the old god of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan naturally knew their purpose. He appeared directly, protecting Yang Jian behind him, and then looked at the three gods with a forced smile, saying, "My clan's younger generation has just experienced a great battle and needs to recuperate. If there's anything to discuss, let this old man handle it."

Seeing Yang Jian protected behind them, the three celestial gods could only nod helplessly. But before leaving, the centaur celestial god winked at Yang Jian and said, "Young friend, this is a communication jade talisman of my clan. I heard that you are cultivating the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture. It just so happens that my clan has some relics from the Immortal Ancient Era. If you are interested, you can come and take a look."

The beautiful women chuckled and handed over the jade talisman. "Young friend, our clan's jade talisman is also here. There are many beautiful women in our clan, who are most adept at comprehending the way of harmony between Yin and Yang. In addition, our clan also has a Yin-Yang Treasure Pool, which can help you temper your primordial spirit and improve your cultivation. You are welcome to come and chat sometime in the future."

"Young friend, I also have a communication jade talisman from my clan. My clan has collected many immortal classics and fragments of scriptures. If you like them, I will send them to you another day! It just so happens that my clan's pearl is still unmarried." The ancient demon god also winked and handed over his own communication jade talisman.

Seeing this scene, many cultivators were extremely envious. Those were three powerful clans, with gods gathered among them, and a sect leader at the Void Dao realm suppressing their power. They would be a force to be reckoned with in the Three Thousand Provinces.

"If all four remnant clans are led by the Overlord, then the other forces within the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm will be doomed and wiped out!" Someone realized that the situation had changed, and perhaps the four sacrificial spirit clans were about to clash with the alliance led by the Silver Blood Demon Tree.

Seeing this, the old god of the Soul Clan nodded to Yang Jian, "Keep it. Our four clans have always worshipped our ancestral spirits with the utmost devotion and have always been united."

"Thank you, three seniors." Yang Jian accepted the gifts. When he undergoes his tribulation in the future, he can use the Thunder Tribulation Liquid to unite the three clans and bring the four lineages together as one, making them his help.

The three celestial gods waved their hands and followed the old celestial god of the Soul Clan into the main hall to discuss matters.

Yang Jian returned to the ancestral temple, rested for ten days, and after adjusting his condition, he asked a member of the Eight-Armed Soul Clan for a map marked with various experts before leaving.

On this day, some forces in the Immortal Ancient Realm were shaken. Some forces that were on good terms with the Soul Clan learned that the Overlord had cultivated immortal energy, which shocked the entire world. However, some hostile forces did not receive the intelligence and were intercepted and blocked by the Soul Clan in advance.

Golden Spirit Realm, Temple Stronghold.

The sealed cave door opened, and the ancient saint, who had been in seclusion for a long time, stepped out. His eyes shone with golden light as he looked into the distance. "This seclusion not only ignited the divine fire, but also laid the foundation for taking that step. Cultivating immortal energy is no longer out of reach."

Just then, the temple's followers, incredibly excited, rushed forward, shouting, "Congratulations, Holy Son! Congratulations, Holy Son!"

Seeing this, the ancient sage waved his hand and said, "No need. It's just laying the foundation. We can celebrate when we've cultivated immortal energy."

"Immortal aura? The Holy Son has already cultivated it! Our sect is overjoyed!" The temple's followers were stunned for a moment, then burst into celebration. The ancient Holy Son, bewildered, turned around and asked, "What are you talking about? Which Holy Son has cultivated immortal aura?"

The temple's followers were taken aback, then quickly realized what was happening and hurriedly explained, "It's the new Holy Son! That double-pupiled overlord has already cultivated immortal energy!"

What?! Upon hearing this, the Ancient Saint's body trembled, and his aura fluctuated uncontrollably. His eyes were glazed over, unable to believe that Yang Jian had cultivated immortal energy so quickly!

He's only been in seclusion for a month, but it feels like so many years have passed?

Upon learning of the recent events, the Ancient Saint was utterly dumbfounded. "You mean, Yang Jian's spirit severed the spirit of the Six-Crown King, and then slapped five ancient freaks, including Jun Dao, to death, along with a true god from Fallen God Ridge? Are you really not playing a trick on me?"

"We didn't believe it at first either, but it's true. Ancient Holy Son, you should hurry up and find a new Holy Son." The temple followers smiled bitterly. They also found it unbelievable, but when they thought that the Overlord had become their leader's leader, they were overjoyed.

"Is this... am I really going to be his mount for the rest of my life?" The ancient saint's expression was complicated, hesitant to speak, and various thoughts were swirling in his mind.

The temple's higher-ups once wrote a comment on him: "A roc rises with the wind in a single day, soaring straight up ninety thousand miles." But they didn't explain to him that the wind was blown by the person riding on his back!

Just as the ancient holy son was struggling with this dilemma, Yang Jian had already arrived in another realm, the Bodhi Realm.

This realm is a stronghold of the Western Religion, where an ancient, slumbering prodigy of their race cultivates, known as the Golden Lion Buddha Child.

"When I saw the Buddha, all flowers bloomed at once, the sky was clear and the air was fresh, and all directions revered me, the Golden Lion King Buddha."

On a huge lotus platform, a golden lion Buddha's tongue blossoms like a lotus flower as he closes his eyes and chants sutras. Believers and guardian deities stand around him, all worshipping with devotion.

Boom! At that moment, the sky trembled violently, and a straight line suddenly split open in the vast sea of ​​clouds, as if the sky had opened a vertical eye. From within came a rumbling sound: "Golden Lion Buddha Son, your name is known throughout the realms, take my palm strike!"

"Who dares to be such a madman!" Upon hearing this, the Golden Lion Buddha opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. He saw a hand suddenly descend from the narrow opening in the sea of ​​clouds. Seeing this, the Golden Lion Buddha roared and formed the Fearless Lion Seal with both hands, slamming it towards the sky. Instantly, a magnificent golden lion flew out, tearing upwards with rolling golden flames.

The palm, perfectly round and radiant with precious light and a hint of purple from the east, crushed down with overwhelming force, shattering the lion and engulfing the golden lion Buddha and the entire lotus platform, burying them hundreds of feet underground.

The palm strike dispersed the dust, leaving only a hundred-foot-wide crater shaped like five fingers, with not a trace of excess power leaking out.

With one palm strike, the Golden Lion Buddha Child fainted, and the surrounding believers and protectors were all sent flying for hundreds of miles.

"All talk and no action." In the end, only a disappointed voice and a pair of fleeting golden eyes remained in the sky above Bodhi Realm.

Upon witnessing this scene, the cultivators of the Bodhi Realm were all shocked: "It's the Overlord!"

"Why is the Overlord here? And why did he slap the Golden Lion Buddha unconscious?" They were bewildered, not understanding what had happened.

But soon, news came that the Overlord's figure had appeared in both the Thunder Realm where the Wind and Thunder Feather Clan was located and the Dragon Realm where the Four-Eyed Clan was located!

With a single glance, the Wind and Thunder Feather Clan's prodigy fell into a coma.

With a casual gesture, the Four-Eyed Clan's prodigy flew eight hundred miles before collapsing to the ground, unable to rise.

When people arrived at the new site, a loud bang was heard across the ice and snow world.

The people of Piaomiao Palace looked at the figure standing with his hands behind his back, his body surrounded by purple blood energy. Just by standing there, he blocked the magical technique of the Piaomiao Divine Child without getting hurt!

That's a genius expert who has reached the Great Perfection of the Divine Fire Realm and is about to leap into the True One Realm!

Looking at the ethereal divine son across from him, who was covered in sweat, Yang Jian remained silent. He casually pulled his hand in the air, and a golden arrow of light shot out, striking the ethereal divine son's primordial spirit and causing him to faint on the spot.

He shook his head, leaving Piaomiao Palace with only a disappointed silhouette before disappearing.

A moment later, the underworld.

"Ah!" Gu Tianjiao of the Black Cloud Clan roared, raising his arms with all his might, his face bulging with veins, his eyes wide with rage, and above him, a huge foot stomped down!

The face of the foot's owner was blurred, but a pair of golden eyes were visible, bringing immense pressure.

The cultivators who witnessed this scene were horrified. The Black Cloud Clan was an alien race in the Hongyu Domain. They had once produced a Supreme Being who attacked the Western Sect. But now, their outstanding ancient genius couldn't even withstand a single kick from the Overlord!

Boom! The mountains shook violently in the next moment, hundreds of towering peaks were sent flying into the air and shattered in the long space. The Black Cloud Clan's ancient prodigy was also stomped into the ground and disappeared without a trace.

Half an hour later, in the Great Wilderness Realm, at the Beast Sea Stronghold.

Roar! On the earth, ten thousand beasts galloped. The ancient genius of the beast sea activated his treasure technique, leading the Suanni, Bifang, Qingluan, Yazi, Huashe, Qiongqi, Jinpeng and other divine beasts to charge forward. However, the figure standing opposite was as unshakable as an ancient divine mountain. He only raised one hand and pushed it horizontally!

The sky and the earth seemed to be covered by that hand, which swept across the six directions and eight wastelands with one palm, suppressing all the divine beasts, and even forcefully resisting the ancient genius of the beast sea, suppressing him, and sweeping across three hundred miles of the wilderness!

After the palm strike, no one remained, leaving only a massive rift valley stretching for three hundred miles.

A moment later, in the Hundred Herbs Realm, at the Demon Sunflower Garden stronghold.

Round after round of black suns hung high in the sky, enveloping a figure in golden robes and white clothes in the center. The ancient genius of the Demon Sunflower Garden pushed his clan's precious technique to its limit, burning himself up and creating the magnificent phenomenon of three black suns burning the sky and boiling the earth, trying to block that overlord.

However, Yang Jian simply raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air, and a phantom of a golden ant appeared behind him. It was not a magical technique, but a kind of enhancement after cultivation, which made him incredibly strong. With this grasp, Gu Tianjiao of the Demon Sunflower Garden gasped for breath, as if his heart and primordial spirit were being held in the other's hands.

Yang Jian then clenched his five fingers, instantly silencing the world. The three black suns shattered, and the ancient prodigy of the Demon Sunflower Garden screamed and spat out blood as he crashed to the ground, his body riddled with holes as if kneaded by some giant hand, a truly pitiful sight.

"Another defeat. How many times is this?" Those who witnessed the battle gasped, rubbed their numb heads, and couldn't help but follow Yang Jian's steps.

He left, only to descend upon another world, traversing only to fight, only to subdue the ancient enemies.

That night, Yang Jian traversed countless realms, and news of his arrival spread like wildfire. Everyone heard that the Overlord had single-handedly suppressed thousands of powerful figures from various sects, swept away ancient masters, and left all heroes unable to raise their heads.

In one night, he traversed three thousand realms, sweeping away all the prodigies!

In just one night, Yang Jian swept away three thousand divine fire prodigies and all the ancient freaks, defeating ninety percent of the immortals with a single hand!

"The Immortal Ancient is not the Immortal Ancient of yesteryear, but a true overlord has emerged from it!" Even the gods and various sect leaders who were watching the Immortal Ancient petals were shocked and exclaimed sincerely.

Suddenly, more news arrived: someone in Bright City shouted, "The Burial Realm! Kings have gathered there, but where has the Overlord gone!"

"Let's go, hurry up! I heard that the Fallen God Child, the Dark God Child, Lone Sword Cloud, and the Heavenly King are all there. There's bound to be a great battle." Instantly, many people moved, heading to the Burial Realm!

Some have speculated that Yang Jian's true intention was, "Is the Overlord's move to unify the world with his military might? To silence the immortals?"

At this moment, people seemed to understand the purpose of the Overlord's overnight campaign across three thousand realms, and their hearts trembled:

The world is ruled by force, but I alone uphold the law!