Perfect World: Dream of the Immortal Era

In the blink of an eye, a fist enveloped by the essence of a True Dragon and True Phoenix surged forth, its momentum overwhelming as if heralding the annihilation of everything before it.

This was Gencun’s full-force strike, unrestrained, capable of inflicting grave injury on an opposing top-tier royal clan member of equal standing, should they manage to survive.

Oddly enough, the crimson figure’s response was unexpected.

It mirrored Gencun’s punch, with their fingertips equally coiled in the vibrant red power of blood and qi.

While the punch appeared ordinary, it wielded immense strength, clashing with Gencun's Dragon and Phoenix Rising Fist without instantly showing signs of defeat.

Witnessing this, Gencun’s face registered astonishment. He prided himself on being unmatched in blood and physical prowess within his realm, even in the presence of young elite members from the imperial clan.

Yet, who could have foreseen that merely the guardian of the sixth level of the War God Tower could match his strength?

Truly, it was beyond belief.

“Could someone have tampered with the difficulty of the War God Tower?” he mused with doubt.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea with a shake of his head.

The War God Tower was a treasure left by the Immortal King Luo Mo, imbued with its own laws. How could any creature possess the power or the audacity to alter such supreme mechanisms?

Amidst his contemplation, the crimson figure switched from defense to offense, persistently launching fists at Gencun. Each punch carried boundless strength, wrapped in unique qi and blood energy, creating layer upon layer of punch shadows, sealing the skies in a scarlet hue.

Gencun felt the pressure mounting around him. He countered blow for blow, unleashing dozens of punches in the blink of an eye.

This exchange focused purely on raw power, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

Unyielding, Gencun continued to oppose, moving with an indomitable spirit, fists swinging with immense force.

The crimson figure was unswerving, showcasing terrifying combat awareness, setting Gencun at a disadvantage.

“Boom!”

Gencun was struck on the right shoulder, as if rammed by a towering mountain, his body rendered numb with searing pain.

The crimson figure gave him no respite, attacking with torrential fury akin to a downpour.

Caught off guard, Gencun took two more solid hits.

He hastily retreated, astounded yet acutely aware of his own shortcomings.

Previously, during the academy selection, he had only faced beings with bloodlines far inferior to his. When one's blood and physical strength vastly exceed an opponent's, domination is natural.

Yet, when faced with opponents whose strength isn't too far from his own but are seasoned warriors, Gencun's shortcomings become all too apparent.

His combat experience is severely lacking. Especially in this current refined state—his only notable battle was during the academy selection, overpowering four royal prodigies with innate power, which is hardly convincing evidence of skill.

As for his precursory battle experiences, they hold little reference value since the South Sea Purple Bamboo Grove prodigy meet was not a life-death struggle but merely a spar, and he was merely at the initial cultivation stage.

Meanwhile, the battle awareness showcased by the Sixth Layer Guardian was truly exemplary, forged in countless battles.

Similarly, the combat sense of Imperial Tribe youths is formidable; having emerged from a warrior-centric culture, each one has endured battles unimaginable to ordinary folk.

Facing such opponents, victory and defeat are uncertain for Gencun.

At the very least, the Imperial youth who reached the eighth floor of the War God Tower is exceptionally powerful.

"Boom!"

Without a word, the scarlet figure charges again.

Gencun taps into his inner Nirvana True Blood's dormant potential, swiftly healing his physical wounds, then closes fists and engages in fierce battle once more.

Since he lacks battle experience, he seizes the opportunity to learn. This very opponent is his best "teacher", providing the perfect moment for intensive training.

After exchanging over a hundred blows, Gencun is knocked back once more, his chest deeply dented, nearly pierced by a punch.

Uncertain if it's an illusion, the force behind the scarlet figure's punches seems to be growing heavier, faintly overshadowing his own.

Struggling to rise, Gencun activates the Phoenix Blood's power, restoring himself in the blink of an eye.

Unable to suppress the foe with his qi, blood, or physical might, and lacking superior combat awareness, he resorts to exploiting his resilience.

Thus, Gencun charges forward again, confronting the scarlet figure head-on, their clashes intense. Time and again he falls only to repeatedly stand once more.

Through the relentless life-or-death battles, Gencun's combat sense slowly heightens.

However, this enhancement is limited to dueling the specific scarlet figure, as he gradually becomes familiar with its tactics; a different opponent would require Gencun to adapt anew.

To truly become a formidable warrior demands forging through countless bouts of life-or-death duels to cultivate an impeccable combat sense. Gencun just realizes this, still at the starting line, with a long journey ahead.

"Boom!"

A thunderous clash, and Gencun and the scarlet figure separate, each retreating a few steps.

Despite panting heavily and trembling in his arms, Gencun's face harbors no discouragement; rather, it displays excitement, for he can finally keep pace with this figure, no longer like a youth facing an adult.

In a place beyond present sight, an ancient mirror floated quietly, clearly reflecting the scene on the sixth level of the War God's Tower.

In front of this ancient mirror stood towering figures, their forms enveloped in an aura of immortality. These were the senior authorities of the War God Academy, all residing in the realm of the immortal. This time, they had gathered to observe Gencun's talents and performance.

"It seems he has understood his shortcomings and is gradually compensating for them. His enhanced combat awareness now allows him to keep pace with the guardian of this level," one immortal said.

"Such a significant improvement in combat awareness in such a short time... I didn't expect him to have a talent in this area as well," another immortal remarked.

"Don't forget, he was cast out into the great wilderness at birth, surviving alone without support. For a fragile human child to perform so well speaks volumes about his survival and adaptability," they noted.

Another immortal from the rear commented, "This sixth level is not easily overcome. It's known that a young noble from the Imperial Tribe once climbed to the eighth level, but most of the Luo family's young prodigies who attempted have only managed to reach the sixth or seventh levels, with none making it to the eighth."

From ancient times, only immortals had the privilege to view the scenes within the War God's Tower through this mirror; even the Supremes on duty within the tower were not allowed to observe it. And those immortals were notorious for their discretion, never letting anything seen or heard leak out.

"Back when that creature from the Imperial Tribe passed the seventh level and reached the eighth, it was awe-inspiring. If not for the obstacles set by the paths of the predecessors, they might have achieved the Immortal King realm. Alas, they stopped short of becoming a true Immortal King," he concluded.

Behind Gencun, his light flared, and the engraved image of dragons and phoenixes on his back seemed to come alive, vivid and lifelike, vibrant and spirited.

Simultaneously, a terrifying surge of blood and energy rushed through him, filling every limb, bone, and endless artery. All his blood began to boil, unleashing the mystery of the Boil Blood Realm. At that moment, Gencun felt unstoppable as he charged at the crimson figure ahead.

With ten attacks, he suppressed the figure.

At twenty, he struck its chest with a punch that nearly shattered it.

At thirty, Gencun mustered all his might into a formidable blow, focusing all his power in one point, confident he could utterly defeat this powerful opponent.

"Boom!"

An indescribable force erupted, yet contrary to expectation, it was Gencun who was sent flying.

Bewildered, he steadied his reversed flight, gazing forward in shock.

A crimson figure, on the brink of collapse, suddenly erupted with force, shaking off all constraints.

In that instant, it transformed completely, with the fiery red substance hidden within its form bursting forth, swirling around like smoke, resembling armor, like tendrils of might.

"What is this?"

Heng Jin's expression changed, feeling a scorching heat engulf him, turning the entire platform into a furnace.

The intense heat was unbearable for any mortal flesh. Even Heng Jin, who had undergone the baptism of Nirvana Phoenix Blood, found it difficult to endure, his insides seemingly burning.

"Crimson True Blood, embodying the pinnacle of the Fire Dao. Even the youth of the Imperial Tribe struggle to overcome this stage. Lacking experience and depth, Heng Jin should meet his match here. Nonetheless, forcing the guardian into its complete form is quite an achievement.

Witnessing this battle, I believe he has the potential to reach the immortal king realm, although he needs careful refinement," remarked a powerful immortal.

"True Blood... that's the domain of the supreme beings, something even we immortals find challenging to cultivate. He's so young, how could he possibly withstand the Fire True Blood?"

Inside the ancient mirror, on the sixth level of the War God Tower, Heng Jin encountered the terrifying "Fire True Blood" spoken of by the immortals.

Without the support of the Nirvana Phoenix Blood within him, he would have already fallen and retreated from the sixth level.

The scarlet flames, silent and terrifying, were everywhere, leaving little room for escape.

Heng Jin realized that this wasn't ordinary blood. Linking it to the creator of the War God Tower—the Immortal King Luo Mo... ―Could this be one of the five-colored true bloods of Luo Mo?

He wore a startled expression, increasingly convinced of the possibility.

"Boom!"

The crimson flames raged, converging in the void, forming a sea of fire that descended upon him.

Heng Jin felt the pressure, his Immortal King bloodline fully unleashed, coursing through the Heavenly Diagram of Dragon and Phoenix.

A majestic diagram rose, colliding with the sea of fire.

True Dragon and True Phoenix appeared, their roars and cries shaking the platform, quaking the fiery sea.

After the dazzling clash, silence followed.

The crimson sea of fire vanished, the guardian of the trial was nowhere to be seen, leaving Heng Jin alone on the platform.

He exhaled deeply, feeling the burn on his back.

In the sixth layer of the War God Tower, an unexpected challenge awaited—a single drop of true blood from an immortal king. Even when suppressed to the Boiling Blood Realm, it far surpassed the limits of that realm.

Gencun, with his many lines of kingly blood, could not compare to the towering presence ahead. His blood was mostly under his own control, unable to unleash its full potent power like the entity before him.

“Buzz!”

In the chaotic mist, several immortal ancient characters flickered, indicating that Gencun successfully passed the sixth challenge and was about to ascend to the seventh.

“Is this really considered passing?”

Gencun felt a moment of silence. Although he had resisted the strike from the Fire True Blood using his Dragon and Phoenix Auspicious Diagram, he knew victory wasn't guaranteed if the silhouette had remained intact.

Before the ancient mirror, a group of immortals exchanged glances, astonished by the human boy's performance in the War God Tower.

They had anticipated he would faint amid the sea of flames and be ejected by the tower—a common fate among young nobles of the imperial tribes in history.

Yet, against all odds, Gencun's defense held firm, weathering the onslaught.

“His future is promising indeed, Daoist friend Gumo, as his guardian, you should nurture him well.”

“We're all waiting in anticipation, hoping for the War God Academy to produce an immortal king that will shake the ancient realm.”

“Rest assured, my fellow Daoists. I will impart all I have, sparing no effort,” replied the immortal known as Gumo.

If Gencun were present, he would recognize this figure who had gifted him the immortal ancient ring and would become his guardian, guiding him personally in his cultivation journey.

The War God Tower, seventh layer.

A vague silhouette appeared, as Gencun had expected—this time, it held two colors. One was the previous crimson of the Fire True Blood, and the other was a silvery hue.

Though contained within the silhouette and not a trace leaked out, Gencun could guess the silver blood represented the attribute of space.

“Spatial True Blood!”

His face turned solemn, aware that he might meet his defeat on this seventh level.

The control over spatial rules endowed the entity with extreme speed—a daunting trait indeed.

While contemplating, the dual-colored silhouette attacked. From the first clash, Gencun sensed the stark difference.

Guarded by an additional true blood, it surpassed the single crimson silhouette in every aspect, especially in combat awareness, which crushed Gencun under its superior prowess.

In the fierce competition, he could only exert seven or eight parts of his full strength, sometimes even less.

Gencun was thoroughly suppressed, unable to withstand the storm-like assaults, he was forced to retreat continuously.

Nevertheless, he did not give up. As before, he relied on his formidable recovery ability to find opportunities for growth amidst adversity.