Perfect World: The Path of Pure Source

Beyond the ancient city, in a desolate, uninhabited area.

At this moment, the scene of the strongest arena is reflected on the petals of the Immortal Ancient Flower.

When the Overlord drew a line on the ground and created another arena to block everyone, all the powerful figures from the outside world were dumbfounded.

"Can he really be this domineering?" A veteran celestial being asked with a strange expression. "The Immortal Flower has bloomed three thousand times, and he can hold the line once!" No other prodigy has ever been this powerful.

One man can hold the pass, cutting off the path of the arrogant heroes to domination!

"This is the so-called Ancient Immortal Realm? Ha, what kind of young experts could there be here?"

Just then, a voice rang out, coming from afar, carrying a hint of amusement and disdain.

Soon, the group of leaders saw three middle-aged men descend from the sky with six young men, suddenly appearing in the arena. The men were like dragons, full of energy and spirit, while the women were like phoenixes, with unparalleled beauty and charm. All of them were exceptionally handsome.

Their strength was so great that it moved even the gods present!

"They all possess an ethereal aura, and are either holy priests or celestial beings? Where did these young monsters come from!" The celestial beings were shocked. How could such ethereal prodigies suddenly appear?

Soon, some cultivators, dissatisfied with their arrogant attitude, spoke up in rebuttal: "There are many young experts within the Immortal Ancient Realm, such as the Overlord, the Ten-Crown King, the Immortal, the Six-Crown King, and the Stone Clan Supreme, all of whom are extraordinary talents who have cultivated immortal energy!"

"Then find someone who can fight us. Looking across the three thousand states, there isn't even half a person. This can't be described as weak anymore. You are too insignificant!" Another young man spoke up. He had the appearance of a dragon and tiger, and five-colored divine horns grew on his forehead.

At this moment, the three middle-aged men stared at the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm and suddenly spoke up, "Alright, the changes we observed did indeed originate from this Immortal Ancient Secret Realm. Cracks have appeared here as well. Now we will make our move. After a short preparation, we will be able to send the four of you young people below the Heavenly God level inside to gain some experience. There are indeed great opportunities inside."

Upon hearing this, the other two young people at the Celestial God Realm shook their heads and turned to look at the Celestial Gods present, as if they wanted to test their skills against them.

"Three fellow Daoists, have you come from the Nine Heavens?" A voice suddenly rang out in the Immortal Palace, causing all the cultivators present to change their expressions. They had not expected that this group of people had such an extraordinary background.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly upon hearing this, without denying it. In the ancient Immortal Era, this world was ravaged by the war and transformed into the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. The Three Thousand Provinces was one of the Ten Lands and was named the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.

In the past, all the supreme beings joined forces and used three thousand Dao principles to bless this place and suppress the borderlands; it can be said that this place is an important borderland pass!

Then, the three middle-aged men stopped talking and instead widened the crack, intending to send the four young people inside!

Meanwhile, within the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm.

The Overlord, alone, stood guard, setting up an arena to cut off the path for geniuses to contend for supremacy, leaving cultivators from three thousand realms speechless.

For a moment, no one dared to go on stage, because a person's reputation is like a shadow cast by a tree; that tyrant had earned his name through sheer force of battle!

Although it was only a spiritual body, it was still the spiritual body of someone who had cultivated three strands of immortal energy, giving it a clear advantage over others.

"What should we do? Are we going to be blocked here by a single spirit?" One of the freaks was unwilling to give up and wanted to try his luck.

"You go!" "No, you go, you go!" "I have internal injuries from my cultivation, I can't go, you do it." "Don't be so polite, it's my treat, just go up!"

The cultivators jostled and pushed, including both freaks and kings, but no one dared to step forward, to enter the arena, and become the first to stick their neck out.

Finally, a true god gritted his teeth and leaped onto the arena. Looking at the spirit body, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The humanoid form formed from purple blood exuded a terrifying aura simply by standing there. When its eyes opened, its vital energy soared into the sky, like two torches burning fiercely. One can imagine how terrifying this blood is!

But he was confident in his own cultivation level; even if he couldn't defeat it, he should be able to save his life, since it was just a spirit body!

"Come on! Overlord, you alone can't stop the path of a peerless genius!" The true god roared, unleashing a barrage of powerful techniques.

"A true god dares to be so presumptuous!" The Blood Demon laughed wildly and coldly, exuding an air of arrogance that said, "Who else in the world can compare to me?"

With a whoosh, he suddenly grabbed forward with one hand, crushing all the incoming magical techniques on the spot! Then, his spiritual body pointed out a finger, directly piercing through the head of that true god. The force of the finger even tore through the air and pierced through three distant mountain peaks.

That's incredible! Upon seeing this, everyone's expression changed drastically. How could a mere spiritual body kill a true god with a single finger?

"Don't be fooled by his bluff! A spirit is ultimately just a spirit; it can't use many of his tricks!"

"That's right, the power of a spiritual body is limited; every bit used is a bit less. With so many of us taking turns, or even attacking together, we can wear him down!"

Some oddballs and kings stirred up trouble in the crowd, attracting more cultivators to the arena to find out the overlord's methods.

Encouraged by the crowd, some of the true gods were indeed moved and wanted to make a move.

Soon, a Pixiu leaped up, its blood energy surging, its body as large as a mountain peak, and when it opened its mouth, a peerless killing light spewed out along with the secret treasure.

"Little Dao'er." Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, the Tyrant Blood Spirit Body grasped the secret treasure with one hand, and with a powerful shake, shattered it into pieces. Then, he raised his hand and pointed a finger, a flash of blood light, and the Pixiu cried out as its heart was pierced, instantly perishing.

Another true god has fallen!

People stared in disbelief, both shocked and terrified. How could they all die with a single finger?

Is this really the combat power a spirit should have?

Could it be that the tyrant is deceiving them?

"A bunch of cowards, I'll take your place!" Just as everyone was silent, a cloud of leaden clouds rushed in, carrying an overwhelming sense of oppression. Then, a young man with long, gray hair appeared and landed on the arena with a thud.

Immediately, someone exclaimed in surprise, recognizing his identity: "It's him, the former king, Blood God Child! He's Lone Sword Cloud's mortal enemy."

The young man was pale, with gray hair that reached his waist, shrouded in a dark mist. He was also a king of his generation, with extraordinary strength.

"Overlord, I heard you killed Lone Sword Cloud. Unfortunately, he was my prey." Blood God Child spoke, seemingly relying on something, and spoke with great confidence.

Die! However, the Blood Demon Body didn't waste any words with him and threw a punch at him. The surging purple blood energy suppressed everything and even formed a domain that suppressed other bloodlines!

Blood God's expression changed drastically. His divine power was being suppressed and could not circulate smoothly. He was about to fight back when a fist was already in his face, smashing his head open with a bang!

Then the fist pressed down, crushing him from head to toe into a meat patty, beyond any hope of death.

"He died just like that? Too easy!" People were stunned. What happened? He died before he could even finish his tough talk? That's too embarrassing.

What's truly terrifying is that at the site of the Blood God's explosion, a burst of blood shot out, splitting into millions of drops that quickly evaded the attack and coalesced into a human form not far away.

Moreover, this reunited Blood God Child is even stronger than before!

He stretched his body, his expression one of astonishment. "I didn't expect your physical body, even as a spirit, to be so strong. I almost fell for your trick! Unfortunately, I have cultivated the Boundless Blood Scripture, so no matter how strong you are, you can't kill me."

"The Boundless Blood Sutra? This kind of demonic art is extremely cruel and difficult to master. Wasn't it supposed to have been lost long ago? How could it have reappeared in the world!" Many people exclaimed upon hearing the name of that heavenly art.

This is an ancient secret technique. Although it cannot compare to the Great Burning Heaven Technique or the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Scripture, its advantage lies in its "deceptiveness," making it difficult to kill those who practice this technique.

"Once this demonic art is mastered, it doesn't mean you're invincible unless you touch the realm of immortality; it just means you'll have five to nine more lives." An ancient king sneered, revealing the secret.

It was precisely because of this divine skill that Blood God dared to challenge others on the arena.

"The technique is good, but the person is not." The Blood Demon Spirit gave a simple evaluation, affirming the technique but still looking down on the Blood God Child.

Yang Jian nodded slightly. This Heavenly Skill was also useful to him. It could be combined with the Eight-Nine Arcane Skill to create the immortal divine power of rebirth through blood!

"Is that so? If I really want to leave, can you stop me?" Blood God Child sneered, confident in his profound and mysterious skills, believing he always had a way out.

However, the Bloodthirsty Spirit Body scoffed, "You were spared just to obtain this Heavenly Technique? You really think you have a way out?"

The next moment, he formed a hand seal with his hands, resembling the mouth of a wolf. Then, he held one palm upright in front of his chest and raised the other hand, palm facing the sky. Suddenly, he grabbed, unleashing the Nine Netherworld Hound Treasure Technique: Howling Sky Devouring the Sun!

As the Blood Demon Body clenched its large hand, a black demonic wolf appeared out of nowhere, like a giant black sun, cutting across the sky. With its mouth open, it swallowed the sky, sucking down the sea of ​​clouds and swallowing them whole.

The sight was terrifying; it darkened the entire sky, obscuring the sun and extinguishing all light!

The Nine Nether Beast's technique can devour the sun and moon, and melt the universe. Wherever the wolf's head passes, the sky becomes blurred, as it is all consumed.

No matter how much blood or life you have, it's all useless. I'll swallow you whole in one gulp!

Ah! Blood God Child screamed as he was swallowed whole by the wolf's head. Many hidden blood beads around him were also sucked in, and even a blood bead from the distant mountains was swept over and instantly refined!

Everyone was chilled to the bone. No matter how cautious the Blood God Child was, it was useless. He was completely devoured!

As the wolf head devoured the heavens and the earth, even the immeasurable blood scripture, no matter how powerful, could not save the Blood God Child. Thus, the ancient immortal king died suddenly.

"A single spirit body can kill an ancient king who has cultivated the Boundless Blood Scripture. This combat power is too heaven-defying." Looking at this scene, everyone could only shake their heads and sigh.

Even ancient kings who had cultivated to the highest level were killed by a single magical technique. What else could they do?

Are we going up there to die?

In an instant, the place fell silent. Everyone looked up at the purple figure. A arena, a line, clearly very short and close, how could it be so insurmountable?

A peerless genius, yet his path was blocked.

This spiritual body is insurmountable!

One man can hold the pass against ten thousand!