Perfect World: Dream of the Immortal Era

His gaze was cold, his murderous intent sharp as a blade. Even through the void, it was intimidating, a deterrent that resonated from the soul and spread like invisible ripples.

The young man from the True Immortal family felt a shiver run through his soul, a sudden chill making him involuntarily tremble with a newfound fear.

Perhaps noticing the young man's change, a voice quietly whispered in his ear.

"His strongest method is nothing more than the 'Pacifying Chaos Art.' To counter this, I have specifically prepared an artifact to protect your soul. You possess the Soul-Calming Bell, so there's no need to fear him.

Moreover, he hasn’t brought his physical body; his soul cannot fight for long. Once exhausted, he must return to his physical form, or he faces the risk of falling. Your task is to deplete his soul as much as possible. As for defeating him, the young master of the Ao family will intervene; you need not worry.”

"Understood," the young man replied, taking a deep breath, the panic in his heart dissipating somewhat.

Yes, what is there to fear? At this moment, a purple bell hovered above his Purple Palace, constantly emitting the rules of the Great Dao, safeguarding the soul below.

With this Soul-Calming Bell, even though the opponent possesses the Pacifying Chaos Art, he can do nothing to him.

With this thought, he calmed himself completely.

Then, with a cold gaze, he returned Wang Heng's look and formally issued a challenge to him.

“Uh, hold on a moment.” Wang Heng suddenly spoke.

“What? Are you afraid?” the young man replied with a playful smile.

“Don't misunderstand; I just don't want to act without reason and waste my time.

Being one of the top ten in the immortal realm, my time is extremely precious. Without any stakes, why should I accept challenges from any random cat or dog? Wouldn’t I end up fighting for days and nights?

After all, if those who wish to challenge me were to line up, the queue could circle Panwang City several times.

Let's do this: each of us adds a stake; otherwise, it’s too dull.” Wang Heng shrugged, looking rather uninterested.

Seeing this, the descendant of the True Immortal hesitated slightly. Testing Wang Heng, exhausting him—this was the task assigned to him by a senior from the Ao family, one he must complete.

Wang Heng's sudden proposal caught him off guard. However, it did make some sense. Throughout history, the Peach Feast clashes among prodigies always carried stakes to add intrigue, rather than merely settling personal grudges.

So he asked, “What do you want as a stake?”

“A divine herb. To challenge me, you must put up a divine herb.”

"Of course, I'll put up one herb too. If you manage to injure me, both herbs will be yours. Consider it my loss. Otherwise, they remain mine. Furthermore, this rule applies to anyone else who challenges me afterward."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the cultivators present wore astonished expressions and couldn't help but start discussing.

Because Wang Heng's words were so arrogant, they had to be noted. Each of the prodigies present was extraordinary, all leaving their true names on the Immortal King Stele.

Relatively speaking, being within the top two hundred of the Creation Realm was nothing. The strongest were even ranked among the top ten in the realm, heirs of ancient Immortal King families with unfathomable strength.

In a gathering of such powerhouses, Wang Heng, who came merely as a manifestation of his essence, dared to set such a rule. It was indeed quite presumptuous.

Even the few beings who had been as calm as still water and emanated the strongest presence found it hard to remain seated. They were powerful, of extraordinary background, and had great pride. How could they tolerate such open disdain?

"Heh, how unbelievably brazen. Fine, I'll go for this stake," sneered a youth from the True Immortal family, feeling that this renowned top ten of the Immortal Domain might not live up to his reputation, at least not from an intellectual standpoint.

Surely among the prodigies present, there must be someone who can injure him?

"Buzz!"

A divine herb was taken out, hovering in the youth's hand.

He glanced at the herb, its dazzling glow and scent swirling around his palm, and felt a slight pang of pain. Although a descendant of True Immortals, he wasn't as wealthy as one might expect. To him, this was already a significant sacrifice, given that his cultivation was still shallow, only within the Creation Realm.

However, if he completed the mission given by the Ao family elders, the reward would be much more than a single divine herb. Forming connections with a supreme Immortal King family could elevate his status within his own clan.

Just as he was smirking and letting his imagination run wild, Wang Heng also took out a divine herb, allowing it to float into the air.

Seeing this, the True Immortal descendant released the herb in his hand.

The two herbs merged, emitting a sacred and brilliant light, with a fragrant medicinal aroma diffusing, refreshing the mind.

Afterward, the two prepared to activate the battle stage set by the Pan family in this area.

Suddenly, a tall creature appeared out of nowhere, surrounded by a strong celestial aura, shrouded in chaotic light.

"An elder of the Pan family?"

The prodigies present all bowed in respect.

"Heh, it's quite lively here," said the newcomer with a smile.

The True Immortal of the Pan family chuckled softly, then inquired about the specifics of the situation, subsequently stopping Wang Heng and the other person from clashing.

“Today, burgeoning talents of various clans have gathered at the Pan Palace. In this section belonging to the Creation Realm, there is no shortage of heirs to Immortal Kings, descendants of True Immortals, and even among the top ten of the cosmic region, making it a brilliant assembly.

Since you all have a desire to compete for supremacy, let me give you a chance. Here is an Immortal Peach Elixir. Whoever emerges victorious on stage can claim it.”

Having said that, he waved his hand to summon a battle platform, which ascended with a rumble and stood in the center, exuding a sacred, ethereal aura.

The prodigies present showed expressions of surprise upon hearing this because in this Peach Garden, there are over a dozen regions, each teeming with outstanding prodigies. Comparatively, the Creation Realm section seems unremarkable, with only Wang Heng standing out, ranking among the top ten.

No one expected that this second-in-command of the Pan family, second only to Pan Wang, would appear here, using an Immortal Peach Elixir as a prize to encourage everyone to vie for supremacy.

Many looked towards Wang Heng, harboring suspicions. They weren’t fools and wouldn’t arrogantly assume the Pan family’s second-in-command came for them specifically.

“Interesting, with the Ao family’s targeting, the Pan family’s Immortal Peach Elixir, and Wang Heng’s Primordial Spirit...” a young man from the Immortal King’s lineage muttered to himself.

Not far away, Wang Heng appeared contemplative; he then retrieved his precious elixir. Given that the prize was an Immortal Peach Elixir, the previous prize of his divine medicine was rendered meaningless. After all, the value of an immortal elixir far surpasses that of divine medicine, representing a fundamental difference.

“Wang Heng, dare to come up and fight me?” the descendant of the True Immortal exclaimed provocatively, flying directly onto the battle platform.

Seeing this, Wang Heng shrugged helplessly, saying, “Alright, alright, since you’re so eager to be defeated by me, I shall oblige.”

With that, he stepped forward, instantly appearing on the battle platform.

The descendant of the True Immortal immediately appeared as if facing a formidable enemy, with complex scriptures surging across his body.

The youthful beings below all focused on the battle platform, including the ancient True Immortals of the Pan family.

News of the Creation Realm’s emergence had long spread throughout the cosmic region, yet they had never truly witnessed what the realm entailed. This time, perhaps, they would uncover its secrets.

“Wang Heng, use the Peacebreaker Art; otherwise, you won’t stand a chance,” the True Immortal descendant stated, power surging from the bloodline of the True Immortal, filled with confidence. If Wang Heng's physical body were present, he likely wouldn’t be so bold, for once Wang Heng’s Immortal King bloodline activated, he wouldn’t even muster the courage to resist.

But now, Wang Heng only had his Primordial Spirit present, and with the Soul-Stilling Bell bestowed by the Ao family elders, he feared no attacks on his spirit.

“You overestimate yourself; you’re not worthy of witnessing the Peacebreaker Art,” Wang Heng said with a smile, shaking his head.

In the next moment, he moved, his body emitting a glow of eternity, his speed beyond imagination.

Heaven and earth seemed to stand still, with time and space frozen, only Wang Heng's Primordial Spirit was advancing, traversing.

The descendant of the True Immortal froze with a sneer on his face; his eyes barely had time to show a flicker of astonishment before Wang Heng was upon him.

A peerless sharpness loomed closer, sending his soul shivering as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.

In a fit of anger and terror, he wanted to shout and initiate the secret arts from the True Immortal Scriptures, but it was too late since his actions could not keep pace with the speed of his thoughts.

"Ding!"

The Soul Suppressing Bell emitted a piercing ring, activating automatically to protect him.

Violet light radiated, and rules flowed; the terrified soul of the True Immortal descendant seated in the Purple Mansion felt slightly relieved. This was a soul defense artifact bestowed by the Ao family seniors, bringing a sense of security.

Yet, he couldn't remain at ease for long. A crisp cracking sound reached his ears, turning his face pale. Was the Soul Suppressing Bell nothing more than paper? It shattered too quickly!

"Boom!"

In just an instant, the bell shattered, weeping as countless violet fragments shot in all directions.

Before the True Immortal descendant could react, a figure struck like lightning.

He stood frozen, not daring to move a muscle, for a black sword lay at his soul's throat. A mere tremor would separate his soul from his body, leaving him without a burial place.

"You..."

Terror surged through the descendant's heart, feeling a chill rise from his feet to his crown.

At that moment, he realized the vast gulf between them, akin to a firefly compared to the bright moon. It was laughable that he once thought he could contend with Wang Heng's soul; now it was merely a joke.

"Hmm, I underestimated you. You have a decent bell, forcing me to draw this sword, but it's the same with or without it," Wang Heng spoke, his eyes indifferent as he gazed down at his opponent, a subtle killing intent lingering in his pupils, making the True Immortal descendant feel as if a thorn pierced his back, provoking a shiver.

If not for this Immortal Peach Gathering, Wang Heng would have unhesitatingly slain the descendant, reducing him to an empty shell without a soul.

However, Wang Heng couldn't act on this impulse; no killing was allowed at the Immortal Peach Gathering as decreed by the Immortal Kings, an unbreakable rule.

After casting a few cold glances, he retracted his sword.

"Get lost! Send your master. You're far from worthy as a mere lackey."

Finished speaking, he left the opponent's Violet Palace and returned to the battle stage.

The True Immortal descendant's face burned with shame, unable to stand on the stage any longer, hurriedly slinking away.

At this moment, the audience below was silent, all the prodigies bore heavy expressions, uttering not a word.

Witnessing this fight firsthand, Wang Heng's reputation grew even stronger in their hearts.

With merely a primordial spirit, he annihilated a prodigy ranked within the top two hundred on the Immortal King Stele; such strength was unmatched by anyone in the Creation Realm present.

People truly understood what "underneath a famous name, there is no empty man" meant. Being able to push a supreme prodigy from the top ten and take their place was not something an ordinary person could accomplish.

Even the ancient True Immortal of the Pan family was astonished, a glint of surprise in his eyes.

“First match, Wang Heng wins, any other challengers?” He glanced at the young men and women present, inquiring.

As his gaze swept across the young men from the Ao family and the Taishi family, he paused slightly, then continued to look at others.

After his words fell, the area remained silent for several moments, with no one stepping forward to challenge.

The power of someone in the top ten of the Immortal Domain's human realm was truly terrifying. Many descendants of Immortal Kings, with great ambitions, were hesitant to make careless moves. A single defeat could ruin their path to invincibility.

The competition within Immortal King families was far harsher than outsiders imagined. If they, as heirs, were defeated under everyone's eyes, they might be abandoned by their Immortal King family, with the family choosing to cultivate another descendant instead.

Just as the True Immortal of the Pan family was about to speak, a voice rang out.

It was a maiden, her Dao profound, and in terms of the Creation Realm, she was unfathomable.

She came from a quasi-Immortal King family and was ranked much higher in the Creation Realm than the previous True Immortal descendant, barely making it into the top hundred.

Without saying much, she flew up to the battle stage, her face icy, launching a direct attack on Wang Heng.

She had witnessed the previous True Immortal descendant's plight. Since Wang Heng's speed was quick enough to catch one off guard, it was better to strike first and seize the initiative. After all, her goal wasn't to win, but to exhaust Wang Heng's primordial spirit.

“Hehe, interesting. Your Violet Palace contains another purple bell exactly like the previous one. I'm curious, where did you mass-produce them from? Do you still have stock? I'd like to buy some myself.” Wang Heng sneered.

Faced with the rampaging maiden who wielded the quasi-Immortal King grand technique, Wang Heng showed no sign of retreating, choosing to meet force with force.

He swung the black sword embryo in his hand, emanating a misty immortal aura, unstoppable, unfurling a torrent of sword energy. This was the profound meaning of the Chaos Resolution Art; as long as the wielder's Dao was sufficient, it could slay gods and annihilate immortals.

The young girl recoiled in horror as the cultivation method described in the quasi-Immortal King scriptures was shattered in an instant, reduced to fragments.