Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

A corner of the altar, nine dragons pulling a coffin set off, dreaming back to the ancient times, conquering all directions!

Yang Jian forged his body from the remains of ten fierce beasts and imbued it with the Eight-Nine Mystic Arts. He charged forward with unstoppable force, his body radiating immortal energy that resonated with the primordial ancient world, instantly attracting the attention of young warriors in the distance.

"Another seed of immortality! The Primordial Ancient Realm really knows how to hide!" "He has the bloodline of the Ten Fiends, it's very potent."

Many powerful beings from other realms have descended, including creatures of various races. They are all young, yet terrifying, possessing extraordinary abilities and remarkable talents!

Some of them grinned maliciously and charged straight at them. Some young experts from the Immortal Ancient Realm shouted and blocked them. Three streams of immortal energy bloomed into Great Dao buds, and various invincible species manifested, with strange phenomena appearing one after another.

There, the primordial purple energy stretched like a sea, reversing heaven and earth to refine all demons; the nascent universe enveloped and suppressed, turning all things into chaos; the World Tree swept across, radiating light, with countless illusory figures of heaven and earth surrounding and bombarding it... Each invincible species symbolized a great path of the primordial ancient world, blocking the strongest enemy there.

"That's right, this is still the battle before the retreat. It's not time for He Wushuang and the others to clean up yet. The ones who have been mobilized now are all young experts from both realms!" Yang Jian also noticed this group of powerful beings. He finally understood that the point in time he was at was the time corresponding to the altar.

"Cultivators from the Primordial Ancient Realm, state your names! I do not kill nameless nobodies!" The next moment, a silver-armored warrior pounced, wielding a halberd, riding on a ferocious divine beast, incredibly powerful, and directly slashed at Yang Jian's head.

Clang! Yang Jian's Overlord Fist shattered the halberd, sending it flying into countless metal fragments. He then transformed his fist into a palm and unleashed the Primordial Divine Ant Treasure Technique: Heaven-Mending Palm. The immense power of the earth's veins was instantly drawn in, flowing from the Four Extremes and Six Directions, transforming into eight earth-yellow hands that blocked the silver-armored warrior. They slammed their palms together.

Thump! A dull sound rang out, and the alien genius's divine mount instantly shattered into bloody mud. However, a gray mist emerged from his body. It was a power that was opposed to immortal energy, but had a similar effect. At this moment, it protected the silver-armored warrior and blocked the attack of this precious technique.

"Young man, be careful. That gray mist is special. It's a Dao Fruit from another realm, comparable to immortal energy, which keeps his physical body intact!" A cultivator from the Primordial Ancient Realm warned from the side.

In ancient times, cultivators were judged by three streams of immortal energy. Naturally, there is a similar symbol in other realms, namely this immortal mist.

"Good, you've got some skill. Remember this: the one who killed you came from the Qilong Ancient Mountains, and is from the Silver Royal Family!" The silver-armored warrior no longer dared to underestimate him and directly used his ancestral technique, spreading out a large area of ​​silver light from his body, enveloping the area. One could see that many living beings were being silvered, their bodies withering away and unable to move.

The ancient cultivators in the vicinity didn't even have time to react before they were all turned into metal statues, their life force cut off. The alien creatures, however, were unaffected; that was a technique from an immortal inheritance, its power terrifying.

"Die!" Yang Jian activated his Immortal Dao Heavenly Art, reflecting the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths within his body to protect himself. At the same time, he formed a domain that disrupted the surrounding laws, interrupting the operation of the Silver Ancestral Technique. Immediately afterward, a mountain of blood energy appeared, suddenly immobilizing the silver-armored warrior and locking his physical body. Then, he directly unleashed the God-Slaying Stone Treasure Technique, with five energies swirling and condensing between his palms and fingers, which then shot out fiercely, striking the opponent squarely between the eyebrows.

"Ah!" The silver-armored warrior roared in pain. His own laws were disrupted, his physical body was imprisoned, and he was powerless to resist. He was struck hard at his most vulnerable moment! His primordial spirit cracked directly and was strangled by the five energies. He was torn to pieces on the spot and died instantly.

Even on his deathbed, he found it hard to believe that his ancestral technique had been blocked, and that the opponent's three secret techniques were perfectly coordinated and extremely dangerous, directly taking his life!

"I'm not reconciled!" The silver-armored warrior was truly frustrated. With his strength, he could have fought a great battle, but he was killed on the spot by a series of attacks!

"That's all." Yang Jian crushed the silver-armored warrior's bones with one foot and continued forward. Even royal bloodlines have varying strengths, and only a very few can rival their ancestors.

At this moment, someone recognized the technique used earlier: "That's the Divine Stone Slayer Technique! A method specifically targeting the primordial spirit. This guy has mastered multiple inheritances of the Ten Fiends!"

"Be careful, his three techniques combined can easily kill an opponent. If you are not prepared when you first meet him, you will definitely fall into his trap. Be careful!" One of the geniuses from the alien world also reminded him. It was clear that it would be difficult to kill a prodigy as quickly as the silver-armored warrior.

Before long, another genius from another land defeated his opponent, still covered in blood, and strode over. "This guy's physique is quite good, I'm very interested."

It resembled a standing tortoise spirit with human legs, its entire body flowing with golden luster, especially its golden shell, which was dazzling. Its arms were like tortoise arms, with sharp golden claws. Its head was even stranger, resembling that of a young man with nine horns growing from his long golden hair, pointing towards the sky.

"The Golden Armor Royal Family, that's enough." Many cultivators from other realms nodded. This race is very special; it is a hybrid of the Fiend Dragon, the Black Tortoise, and a royal family from another realm, and is famous for its sturdy physical body and powerful defense.

"You old bastard!" Yang Jian snorted coldly and charged forward, unleashing a barrage of powerful punches. Each punch was accompanied by a surge of burning blood energy, with countless battle spirits roaring and raging within, ready to wage war once more. The golden-armored dragon turtle's expression hardened, and it formed hand seals with its arms to meet the powerful punches head-on, colliding repeatedly.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The two engaged in close combat. One was shrouded in purple aura and lightning, while the other was gleaming with golden light and solid defenses. Every punch and palm strike generated a muffled thunderous sound, causing the arena to shake continuously. Many people were knocked back by the impact, their muscles cracked, their chests felt tight and they felt like coughing up blood, unable to withstand the force.

As the battle intensified, Yang Jian raised one arm to the sky and directly unleashed the Heavenly Horned Ant Technique. The golden ant patterns, representing the pinnacle of power, instantly merged with the purple blood energy, forming a large purple-gold handprint. It was like a fusion of a hegemon and a warrior, incredibly powerful, and swept through the Golden Armored Dragon Turtle's defenses, crashing heavily into him.

Bang! The golden-armored dragon turtle coughed up blood and flew out on the spot, both arms broken, and a deep palm print appeared on the golden turtle shell on its back, with cracks spreading out from the center of the palm. It was clear that it had suffered a great loss!

Even the Golden Armored Dragon Turtle, renowned for its defensive prowess, was severely injured? Upon seeing this, the geniuses from other realms were even more surprised. Their successive defeats made them somewhat embarrassed.

"What bloodline do you have that allows you to fight me? Your physical body is so extraordinary!" The golden-armored dragon turtle itself was puzzled. It stared at Yang Jian, having never seen or even heard of such a bloodline before.

Bloodline? I am… Yang Jian paused slightly. He was a descendant of the ancient immortal clan, but he also had another identity. He raised his head, and his entire body suddenly erupted with soaring purple blood energy, from which thunderous sounds emanated: "Azure! Heaven! Tyrant! Blood!"

The remnants of the race are reborn, and the heavens are filled with the blood of the overlord!

Suddenly, thunder roared across the heavens and earth, as if a calamity had descended because of these four words, something that did not belong to this era and should not have appeared in this time! But strangely, this world, both real and illusory, did not see any lightning tribulation descend.

"Domineering Blood?" Just then, in the battlefield of the young geniuses in the distance, a figure with a body full of golden light seemed to sense something, turned around and looked at the purple figure, and golden blood aura rippled.

Then, a terrifying figure stepped out from the foreign army, staring at the golden figure. "Guardian bloodline? Golden war god, ha, what a joke! You have betrayed your true ancestral land! I'll take you on!"

"What domineering blood? I've never heard of this among the four strongest bloodlines in the Primordial Ancient Realm." The Golden-Armored Dragon Turtle sneered, about to say something more, when Yang Jian directly charged in front of him, his five fingers clenched into a fist, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts activated, and many treasure techniques and combat variations were incorporated into it, forming the prototype of a fist technique.

Overlord Fist!

Bang! Yang Jian's entire fist slammed out, his entire arm wrapped in the forms of strange beasts: Taotie, Five-Colored Peacock, Vermilion Bird, Eight-Armed Soul Clan... and finally, the Heavenly Horned Ant, at the pinnacle of power, appeared. His entire fist turned purplish-red, and he smashed it into the Golden Armored Dragon Turtle. The genius from the alien realm was terrified. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, activated his ancestral defensive technique, and shrank into the turtle shell.

The next moment, the domineering fist shattered the air, piercing through the two arms that were defending against the attack, piercing through the golden turtle shell, piercing through all the Golden Armored Dragon Turtle's methods and defenses, and penetrating through his chest and back. Yang Jian roared and lifted him up by piercing his arms!

Everyone was shocked. A genius from another land was skewered on someone's arm and lifted up like a gourd, looking utterly pathetic and losing all face.

Suddenly, Yang Jian's brow lit up, his Heavenly Eye opened, and his Primordial Qi merged with myriad paths, transforming into beams of light that shot out, instantly blasting the Golden Armored Dragon Turtle to pieces, scattering it into countless stars.

"Now you know," Yang Jian replied indifferently, stepping over the remains of yet another alien genius.

Proof is never proven by words, but by fists, by the bloody truth!

Two prodigies were killed in succession. Although the young powerhouses from the foreign land were engaged in a fierce battle, they also noticed this place and were somewhat surprised.

How come this person was not affected by the impact of the Great Dao from another realm? Could it be that his seed of Dao integration is very special?

"Interesting, three unusual strands of immortal energy? And one of them is hidden in the eye?" A powerful figure from another realm wondered, noticing something different, but he wasn't sure.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian clenched his fist with one hand, and ten streams of light flew out from his double pupils, two real and eight illusory, which were then combined to form a three-pointed double-edged spear!

He fought his way through bloodshed and fierce battles, charging forward relentlessly.

We encountered too many powerful opponents along the way, all of whom had fought their way through countless battles.

He wielded a three-pointed, double-edged spear, and wherever he went, heads rolled and corpses fell to the ground. Countless bodies were cleaved in two, and countless others were cut in half at the waist.

However, this was only a drop in the ocean and could not change the overall situation. Under the impact of the alien path, the combat power of the beings in this world was affected, and they struggled to resist, fighting and retreating.

"The destruction of this world will begin today!" At that moment, a creature roared, its aura sending chills down one's spine.

Then, a giant black hand swept across the sky, instantly covering the entire heavens. It not only shattered many magical artifacts, but also caused the moon, stars, and other objects to fall into its palm and be crushed.

This scene was so awe-inspiring that it transcended the realm of humanity, suggesting that an immortal being had intervened.

In the distance, the sounds of battle soared to the heavens, and sword energy crisscrossed the land, some of it slicing across continents in an instant. It was a duel between top masters, more intense than anyone could imagine.

Boom! A Heaven-Turning Seal descended, its crystalline warmth magnified rapidly, directly shattering layer upon layer of continents, leaving everyone dumbfounded and chilled to the bone.

Then, a silver spear flew up, pinning down a living being, piercing through him, and then shattering a star in the sky before exploding.

As far as the eye could see, there was endless battle and shouts of killing. The powerful figures who usually seemed very strong were like scarecrows here, their lives being harvested one after another.

Yang Jian stood on this blood-stained land, gazing into the distance alone, his expression solemn. Was this the battlefield?

An endless stream of enemies, a smoke signal that seems to stretch on forever.

From his prime to his premature graying, he is determined to forge his own path!