Perfect World: The First Dao Body in the Chaotic Era!

The land where immortals are buried must contain unparalleled treasures. Even Meng Tianzheng was excited for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.

"The immortal blood alone is enough to extinguish even a supreme being. If this immortal tomb were to be opened, who knows what might emerge from within."

As Li Dao's eyes opened and closed, his Eyes of Insight saw the dense, bloodthirsty aura lingering above the immortal tomb. If the tomb were to be smashed open, disaster would surely follow.

His words struck everyone like a thunderbolt, bringing them back to their senses.

laugh!

However, the alien creatures showed little reverence for the immortals buried in the Nine Heavens. Some creatures couldn't help but bring out their magical artifacts, preparing to dig open a large tomb.

"There must have been someone behind the scenes who caused the Immortal Blood incident. The mastermind is too afraid to come out and is hiding in the tomb!"

Bang!

However, before the man's magical artifact could even touch the iron stele in front of the grave, it seemed to have hit an invisible wall, shattering into dozens of fragments that flew everywhere. The man also staggered, and the fragments grazed his cheek, drawing blood.

"Immortals are like immortals; even in death, they are shrouded in an inexplicable pressure, and they are not people we can provoke," an old man from another realm said with a solemn expression.

The foreign cultivators moved forward, with Li Dao and the others following closely behind.

Not far ahead, mountains rose abruptly from the ground, emitting wisps of white steam that were so invigorating that they made one's pores open, as if ascending to heaven.

"Is this celestial energy?" Meng Tianzheng was shocked. He was only one step away from the path of immortality. If it weren't for the change in the environment of heaven and earth, he would have already entered the realm of immortals.

However, he quickly shook his head.

"Although it contains the aura of immortals, it cannot be considered true immortal energy."

This place is full of life, its essence condensed into a liquid state, and all kinds of spirits fly about. It is truly a blessed land, where everything is so peaceful.

But after walking for a short while, the environment suddenly changed drastically.

What was once a vibrant and thriving place has been transformed into a barren wasteland, with the earth shattered, devoid of any vegetation, stretching for miles, a scene of utter desolation.

The Spirit Seed Wonderland I had seen before was completely different from what I saw here.

"An ancient battlefield, this place is filled with the aura of immortal rules, it seems that after being swept by the power of immortals, all living beings were wiped out!"

Li Dao spread his sleeves, and his eyes shone with brilliant golden light, piercing through eternity. He vaguely saw a colossal hand that blotted out the sky, tearing apart the heavens, radiating immortal light, and covering tens of thousands of miles of land. In the blink of an eye, all living beings on it turned to ashes.

Continuing forward, we saw many stellar remains scattered across the earth, all fragments of stars shattered in the great battles of the past.

"Even the star field was shattered. How terrifying was the battle back then!" Even cultivators from other realms couldn't help but tremble at the sight.

"Hmm? This is Chaos Blood?" Just after the foreign cultivators had traveled 30,000 miles, a mass of blood radiating chaotic light appeared.

Countless ages have passed, and the essence in the blood has long since been lost, yet it has never dried up, which is truly miraculous.

“The Chaos Blood is comparable to the Seven-Colored True Blood of the outside world. Its master may be the enemy of the ancient ancestor Luo Mogu in the past.” He Ziming said with a frown, which shows how strong Luo Mogu’s enemy was.

“Logically speaking, immortal blood, which survives countless eons, would have its essence dissipate as if it were taken away by some other being,” an old man from another realm said, stroking his beard.

And in the rear.

"What's wrong with Dugu Yun?" Shi Hao nudged Dugu Yun, who was standing there in a daze.

"I sensed the aura of my clan's bloodline," Dugu Yun said, his expression somewhat grim.

Sure enough, after traveling ten miles forward, they saw a streak of golden blood, like gold, scattered on the ground, shimmering with a pale golden light.

Golden blood—this is the blood of the Guardians.

However, Chen Qing noticed that within the golden blood, there were wisps of black mist that couldn't be dispersed.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the blood that was originally as bright as the golden sun turned as black as ink in the blink of an eye, as if it could devour a person's soul.

"The sacred blood has changed! It's mixed with demonic energy, what's going on!?"

Everyone's heart skipped a beat. Clearly, the owner of the blood must have suffered some unspeakable calamity, to the point that even the sacred blood had been tainted with demonic power.

“A great battle took place here, but my clansman was not part of the main force; he was merely caught in the crossfire.”

Dugu Yun put away the blood, which was very important to him. He closed his eyes and carefully sensed it to understand the information contained in the blood.

“Not of this world! From the land of beginnings!” Dugu Yun suddenly opened his eyes, deeply shocked.

A flicker of emotion also flashed in Li Daowulan's eyes.

"Immortal Realm!"

While they were whispering amongst themselves, people from another region were also studying the five-colored blood. The two sides did not engage in battle here, but were merely in a standoff.

This place is a battlefield for immortal kings, and countless lives have perished here. If those lingering souls are disturbed, it will surely lead to a catastrophe.

After a brief standoff, the two sides continued deeper into the area and found a stone tablet ahead, from which they obtained some chilling information.

Chapter 469 The Other Side of the Boundary Sea!

Li Dao stood with his hands behind his back in front of the stone tablet, looking at the inscription, unsure of what to think.

"Unfortunately, I was chosen to take action, and there's no going back."

“If we win, there will still be a time to return. But the road is already cut off, and all the sages who came back to trace our path are buried in foreign lands. From the moment we embarked on this road, everything was already destined.”

"I have no regrets or fears, but I lament that my home is far away, the door is closed, and it is difficult to return."

Li Dao felt the sorrow permeating every word, as if it stretched from eternity to the present day, causing him to feel a deep sadness.

They were all warriors, but in the end they were all betrayed, and their way back was cut off.

They've been abandoned!

Li Dao's eyes were deep as he thought of the high and mighty Immortal Kings in the Immortal Realm. They were afraid of invasions from other realms, so they betrayed the warriors of their own worlds and even claimed territory as their own, marking the Nine Heavens Treasures. They were utterly despicable.

They also secretly attacked the Willow God, forcing Him to choose the path of Nirvana and rebirth.

"When I become king, I will surely question the kings of the Immortal Realm."

"Do you dare to be a man?"

Those who saw the stone tablet felt a chill run down their spines. Clearly, this place held a shocking secret, and even a glimpse of the truth was enough to make them tremble with fear.

"If nothing unexpected happens, the person who carved the monument will be the one who will face off against that supreme immortal king, Luo Mo."

The inscription on the back of the stele is even more direct, expressing the engraver's sorrow over his own fate and his resentment towards the place where it originated.

"When heaven and earth are about to perish, living beings will cross the sea to come from the other side. When that day comes, immortals will no longer be immortals, ghosts will no longer be ghosts, and humans will no longer be humans, and all the heavens will be overthrown! Perhaps that will be another kind of immortality, the end of a cycle of reincarnation."

Meng Tianzheng stared at the inscription on the monument, his brows furrowed, feeling as if a tremendous weight was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

Crossing the sea? What kind of sea are you crossing? What's on the other side?

Everything is unknown; everything is uncertain.

This unknown thing is threatening the heavens. From the inscription, one can sense that even the inscriber, a celestial king, felt powerless and gave up resisting.

Li Dao's hands clenched involuntarily, knowing that the Boundary Sea and the dark creatures on the other side of it existed.

Despite his preparations, he still felt somewhat suppressed when facing it all, and his breathing became much heavier.

Shi Hao and the other young supreme beings of the Nine Heavens all had solemn expressions. Each of them had a different understanding, but they all knew that a dark age that would sweep across the heavens was about to arrive.

Looking further down, the inscription resembled scribbles, obscured by chaotic energy, and was likely an ancient script belonging to some ancient tribe.

"Haha, such pessimistic words resonate with me. Our realm is destined for prosperity and dominance over all the heavens. Those who resist are like mantises trying to stop a chariot. Giving up resistance and embracing our realm is the best choice!" someone from another realm laughed loudly.

However, the old man from the foreign land had an unpredictable expression. Many of the records on the inscription were very strange, which made them somewhat puzzled.

"Take it back! Let the ancient ancestor take a look." The old man from the foreign land activated the Immortal Refining Pot and prepared to take away the stone tablet.

But in the next instant, the stone tablet melted away like snow meeting the blazing sun, disappearing into the world without leaving a trace.

"This……"

The old man from the foreign land put away the Immortal Refining Pot and looked at the vanished inscription, never expecting such a shocking turn of events.

Without lingering any longer, the two sides tacitly distanced themselves and continued forward, encountering many strange corpses along the way, all of whom were cultivators who had perished on this battlefield in the previous battle.

Fortunately, we made it through without any real danger.

Leaving that eerie battlefield, the world before them once again became vibrant with life. Grass and trees grew wildly, the sacred mountains were shrouded in mist, their peaks were terrifying, and a silver waterfall cascaded straight down from the heavens.

The vast expanse of immortal mountains stretches for tens of thousands of miles, adorned with countless auspicious clouds and abundant with spiritual herbs and ancient medicines. Yet, strangely enough, in this vibrant land, not a single mountain spirit or wild monster can be seen, nor are there any spiritual herbs.

The earth was blood red, as if it had been stained with blood, perhaps the blood of a celestial king, otherwise it would not have created such a terrifying pure land.

As they sped across the endless fairy mountains, everyone's hearts were in their throats. Both groups arrived at the deepest part of the earth and saw an incomparably magnificent mountain range, like a giant who opened up the world.

Melodious celestial music drifted from these magnificent mountains.

Divine senses swept out in a surging tide, revealing clusters of buildings atop several great mountains at the very center. These were ancient celestial palaces, still radiating celestial light even after an era had passed.

Suddenly, everyone's breath caught in their throats as they discovered the source of the celestial music.

It was a snow-white skeleton, sitting cross-legged on the eaves of a huge celestial palace, holding an ancient zither in its arms, its fingers stroking it, producing melodious celestial music.

Behind the skull stood a crimson phoenix atop the eaves of another celestial palace, its blood-red, gem-like eyes fixed intently on the crowd.

This was a celestial bird, not yet an adult, but the oppressive aura it exuded weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, causing them to unconsciously slow their breathing.

Moreover, it carries a strong sense of hostility.

It wanted to devour them all!

Ding ding dong...

The melodious music reached everyone's ears, causing their guard to relax, their minds to clear, and they were on the verge of entering a state of enlightenment.

In a daze, the skeleton playing the zither on the eaves suddenly grew flesh and blood, transforming into an unparalleled beauty with a face as red as blood and a body as soft as butter. Her slender fingers gently caressed the zither, captivating all who beheld her.

The World Tree within Li Dao's body swayed, and the golden chains of order jingled. His eyes instantly cleared.

There was no supernatural power in the music; it was just an ordinary zither tune. But the player had already entered the Dao by playing it, and just by listening, one could be drawn into that profound and mysterious realm.

Li Dao's gaze fell on the ancient zither in the woman's arms. As the strings vibrated, it seemed to resonate with the Great Dao, or more accurately, it was as if the Great Dao itself was trembling. Every string was a manifestation of the Great Dao.

"Truly extraordinary!"

At that moment, Meng Tianzheng's loud shout resounded in everyone's hearts: "Wake up!"

Shi Hao and the others quickly turned around, breaking out in a cold sweat. They had been tricked without even realizing it, and hadn't even given a warning.

Not only them, but even the older generation of cultivators from other realms felt ashamed, as some of them had also fallen victim to the disease.

"Phoenix Tree Fairy Zither!"