Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

Boom!

A crack appeared, connecting the inside and outside of the Immortal Ancient City.

"What's going on? Is someone trying to break in from the outside?"

In the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm, everyone was shocked. That crack was far too large, piercing through all the minor worlds and causing panic. What did this mean?

In particular, within one of the smaller worlds, the crack was trembling slightly, as if it were under attack, indicating that someone outside was trying to enter!

Although it hasn't worsened yet, it won't be long before there's a big problem!

"Great! If our sect arrives, no matter how talented we are, we will all die. This is a battle for supremacy among sect leaders!" As for the geniuses from outside, many of them cheered because it meant that their sect might be about to break in.

"We are really looking forward to it. We welcome the arrival of the leader to sweep away everything and suppress them all. What overlords, ten-crown kings and banished immortals, you are dazzling now, but in the end you can only sigh in vain!" For some people, this is the best news, because they know that they will definitely not be able to win in the battle for supremacy between immortals and ancient beings. Those ancient monsters are too powerful.

The group of geniuses who were once arrogant and disbelieving are now filled with bitterness. After truly witnessing the majesty of a king who has cultivated immortal energy, they are filled with a sense of defeat.

In fact, they were quite numerous at the beginning, but most of them died at the hands of that overlord. They were either implicated and killed or destroyed by the aftershocks of the battle. Some were even more tragic, being members of the original Eight Hundred Divine Flames of the Cold Realm, who were directly killed by the overlord's roar. Their Dao hearts were shattered by the blow, and their wills were all depressed.

However, everyone is now rushing towards the Realm of Light, because the Immortal Arena there has opened, accompanied by the emergence of a huge golden palace.

"Who will win this time?" "I think it's the Overlord, whose divine might is invincible!"

"Ten-time champion!" "A banished immortal!" "Ningchuan!" "The Stone Clan Supreme might also be one."

At this moment, not to mention the geniuses from outside, even the native inhabitants of the Immortal Ancient World rushed over, crowding this small world, making it dark and densely packed.

The Golden Palace stands majestically, the Ancient Hall of Reception. No one knows what it is guiding; it simply stands there, enduring through countless ages.

Beside it, the arena was dim and ancient, with black bloodstains on the ground, telling the story of a fierce battle that had taken place there.

Ten-Crown King, Ning Chuan, Chang Gongyan and others once dominated it, as did Fallen God Child and Lone Sword Cloud, all of whom defeated all their rivals from the ancient immortal era.

Now, this arena hangs in mid-air, vast and boundless, awaiting the grand battle for the third thousandth and final time.

Kings gather, freaks abound, and enemies come from heaven and earth!

The ground and the sky were packed with people, already bustling with noise, all watching and discussing.

"The Immortal Flower has bloomed three thousand times, and we have witnessed the last one. This is destined to be a glorious chapter in history." Some cultivators were excited and full of anticipation. The final showdown had finally begun.

"It's a pity that the people of our Immortal Ancient Ruins can't go up there, otherwise we could have participated too!" A native shook his head regretfully, "casually" revealing a secret.

Upon hearing this, many people's expressions changed. If the indigenous people could not participate in the struggle for supremacy, then what about the overlord?

"The Overlord is coming!" Just then, someone exclaimed, pointing to the eastern horizon.

There, the purple aura stretches like a sea, extending thirty thousand miles eastward!

Speak of the Overlord, and the Overlord arrives!

In an instant, everyone looked towards the eastern horizon. A long roar suddenly came from the rolling purple aura and the rising sun. The clouds in all directions trembled, and many mountain peaks collapsed. A figure tore through the void and rushed towards the arena. His imposing body was as if it were cast from immortal gold, strong and powerful.

Wherever he passed, the void distorted, mountains collapsed, ancient trees shattered, and rocks scattered. His domineering thoughts manifested as a substantial purple sea of ​​clouds that enveloped the land below, turning it a deep purple hue and causing everyone to gasp for breath.

The next moment, the overwhelming purple aura transformed into a figure that landed in front of the Immortal Ancient Arena. He wore a golden robe and silver armor, a lotus crown on his head, dragon-patterned boots on his feet, and a phoenix belt around his waist. His dragon eyebrows and phoenix eyes revealed double pupils, and his heavenly eye could see through all the immortals of the past and present. It was Yang Jian!

He stood there without speaking, yet a fighting spirit naturally emanated from his very blood!

With each breath, the blood and energy in the body flowed naturally, creating a muffled thunderous sound. That unparalleled fighting spirit grew stronger and stronger, sweeping across the land and making many people's hairs fall out.

Icy cold, yet the fighting spirit soars to the heavens!

"So powerful! A True God Realm cultivator can actually possess such might?" Many people trembled, involuntarily retreating, simply unable to believe it. Even from such a distance, they couldn't withstand the Overlord's battle intent.

At this moment, everyone was asking themselves, if it were them in this duel, how could they possibly fight? They would probably be shattered by the Overlord's aura before they could even make a move, and wouldn't even be able to get close.

This man truly deserves the title of king.

"Truly, heroes emerge from among the young! He's even younger than I imagined. How did he cultivate? You know, he's not some ancient freak who didn't accumulate experience; he rose to prominence in one lifetime!" someone exclaimed in amazement. Even enemies would have to admit it; this was simply too incredible.

Perhaps they've been wrong all along.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the Overlord. Some were expectant, some were wary, some were reverent, and others, having heard the natives' earlier words, had shifting gazes. "As a fellow native, shouldn't he also be able to go on stage?"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yang Jian stepped onto the stage. Suddenly, a layer of light screen lit up, as if sensing something and noticing the bloodline of the ancient immortal race within him. It was about to reject it, but at the same time, its domineering blood boiled, causing the light screen to flicker and no longer obstruct him!

Indigenous people are not allowed to participate in the struggle for supremacy; this is an ironclad rule. However, Yang Jian is different. On one hand, his physical body from his previous life devoured and merged with the physical body of a remnant of this life. On the other hand, his bloodline of the ancient immortals has mutated into the bloodline of a hegemon, which is different from the original ironclad rule. The combination of these two factors led to him becoming the first 'indigenous person' to be allowed to take the stage!

Yang Jian took a step and successfully climbed up without being stopped.

At this moment, seeing that he did not stand completely on the arena, but instead a light screen appeared and stopped there, some people who were worried became excited instantly.

"He's an indigenous person, so he obviously can't step into the ring!" "It's always been like this; indigenous people can't participate!"

"Hahaha! That's truly a cause for celebration! The Overlord can't take the stage? That eliminates one of our most troublesome opponents!"

"What a pity, what a pity! A hegemon of his generation will miss out on the ultimate destiny of the Immortal Era. The struggle for supremacy is always left to outsiders."

Many people immediately became gloating, having been oppressed by the tyrant for too long, unable to lift their heads or even breathe properly.

Now that things have finally changed and we can overcome this mountain, how can we not be excited? How can we not be happy?

However, some indigenous people were surprised because they were not allowed to get close to the ring at all. How could the Overlord have stepped on it?

This isn't right!

Is there still a possibility of change?

However, the voices of these few were ultimately drowned out by the majority, and many oddballs, and even kings, cheered and celebrated the exit of the overlord from the stage of the struggle for supremacy.

Hearing these people's words, Yang Jian sneered. Instead of rushing up, he swept his fingers and drew another line outside the Immortal Ancient Arena. Then he stood outside the line, blocking the way to the arena!

Then, he used the Earth-Covering Robe Technique, grabbing the ground directly and causing a high platform to rise from the ground beneath his feet. The platform was as tall as the Immortal Ancient Arena, standing squarely there, surrounded by purple divine fire that formed railings.

This new arena stands in front of the Immortal Ancient Arena, becoming an insurmountable obstacle!

"What... what is he doing?" The cultivators who had just been mocking him were suddenly stunned, staring blankly at the arena. They were shocked to discover, "Overlord is trying to block everyone by himself! If he can't get on the stage, he wants to prevent everyone else from getting on!"

This is blocking the road, turning himself into a fighting arena, standing alone to cut off the path for the world's most outstanding talents to compete for supremacy!

That's incredibly arrogant!

That's incredibly domineering!

That's incredibly arrogant!

Yang Jian didn't speak, but simply raised his hand, his palm splitting open, and strands of purple blood, intertwined with immortal light, spilled onto the new arena.

Then, a terrifying figure materialized, composed of purple blood, with a majestic and imposing presence, exuding overwhelming power.

No one expected that Zi Xue would transform into a spirit and stand there. He was imposing and had an unparalleled domineering aura. He stood tall and straight like a great mountain, with his hair flying wildly and his eyes cold and arrogant.

"To ascend the arena, one must first pass through this spiritual body; to contend for supremacy, one must first cross this line!" Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Immortal Ancient Arena, coldly blocking the path of all the Immortal Ancient geniuses to contend for supremacy.

Those who wish to enter the arena must first pass through this spiritual body!

Under normal circumstances, if he were to take the stage, those people would definitely not come up to fight and would all retreat. But if he were to take a different approach, he would force everyone to satisfy his desire to perfect his profound skills and fight to their heart's content.

"Who will fight me!"

At this moment, the Overlord Blood Spirit roared, its power almost like that of a True God at the Great Perfection, and swept its gaze over everyone.

For a moment, the scene fell silent, and no one dared to answer.

This is absolutely astounding!

If you won't go on stage, then build your own arena and block everyone's way!

A single spirit body stands guard, cutting off the path for the world's most talented individuals to contend for supremacy!

How could this be? Many people were speechless. The Overlord was truly unconventional and overwhelmingly powerful.

A single spiritual body stands in the way of all heroes!

The Immortal Flower blooms three thousand times, yet only one man can hold the pass once!