Perfect World: Dream of the Immortal Era

Even the techniques of a quasi-Immortal King were crushed on the spot.

Behind the woman, within the manifestation, a divine bird spread its wings. It was so immense that it blotted out the sky and sun; in its presence, the sun, moon, and stars were insignificant dust. With a single cry, stars fell and the stellar sea cracked, even the great universe showed signs of collapse.

However, when the black sword embryo came slashing down, the divine bird within the manifestation hardly mounted any significant resistance, being pierced through by the terrifying sword aura, leaving it riddled with holes. It let out a mournful cry before collapsing into dust.

With the opponent's technique broken, Wang Heng charged straight through. The sword embryo headed directly towards the Purple Mansion.

In the next moment, the Soul-Seal Bell emitted a light chime, radiating purple brilliance, attempting to block his path.

Yet, the Calamity's Annihilation Technique was unparalleled, known as the supreme offensive force in the path of primordial spirit. A creation realm level Soul-Seal Bell could not halt the edge of Wang Heng's sword. Moreover, just moments ago, the Soul-Seal Bell within the Purple Mansion of a true immortal descendant had been cleaved in half by him, naturally, this one was no exception.

With a "swoosh", the purple bell was sliced into two, a smooth cut appearing through the middle, after which the two halves trembled slightly and exploded instantly.

Wang Heng took strides, heading straight towards the seat of the primordial spirit.

Everything happened too quickly, almost in an instant. The girl's primordial spirit couldn't react, watching helplessly as the horrific sword embryo approached, its unparalleled edge set against her neck, glowing with a chilling light that sent shivers through the soul, alarming her deeply.

She dared not move, because the murderous intent in Wang Heng's eyes was intense. She believed that if this battle weren't at the Flat Peach Gathering, but elsewhere, her head would have already fallen, dead beyond doubt.

"Too weak."

Wang Heng shook his head, retracting the sword embryo, transforming it into a stream of light that flew far away.

Hearing this, the girl's face turned alternately green and white. Was she truly weak? Among the creation realm beings in the entire Immortal Domain, she ranked within the top one hundred, an exceptional accomplishment, and her future ascension to the true immortal realm was almost a certainty.

With such strength, she shouldn't be labeled "weak". It was primarily because Wang Heng was too powerful, making her appear weak. In truth, she was not weak at all, capable of sweeping away enemies of the same rank in any great universe with ease.

"Defeated so swiftly..."

Below the platform, the prodigies of the Immortal Domain looked at one another, speechless. That was someone ranked in the top hundred on the Immortal King Stele's creation realm list, within this gathering of creation realm beings, a mid to upper rank presence. Yet, even so, she was crushed and obliterated by Wang Heng like dry weeds.

Such a situation only occurs when there's a significant disparity in strength.

Contemplating this, people could not remain calm. The combat strength of just his primordial spirit was already so terrifying, one couldn't imagine how formidable he would be once his primordial spirit rejoined his physical body.

"Is this the true power of the top ten in the Immortal Domain? Such a clear superiority over peers is daunting, leaving us only to gaze up at the peak in awe."

The geniuses gathered in the Immortal Domain exchanged whispers, their faces occasionally displaying surprise, seemingly intimidated by the prowess Wang Heng had showcased. Few dared to speak casually now.

Only the strongest among the young beings remained composed, sitting cross-legged with an air of indifference.

Whether they were truly calm or merely pretending was anyone's guess.

"Wang Heng wins the second match," declared the ancient True Immortal of the Pan family, announcing the outcome of the battle.

He then turned to the geniuses present, inquiring if any challengers would step forward.

The response was utter silence, a pin-drop hush pervading the scene.

Even the most formidable beings hesitated to face Wang Heng in this realm, let alone the others.

"In this state, he has pioneered a previously unheard-of ‘Cave Heaven realm,’ dominating the field justifiably. Should I face his might, I would likely be defeated, tarnishing my reputation and jeopardizing my future. Better to avoid confrontation for now and wait for the right moment. He can't be invincible in every realm; there will surely be a chance to surpass him," mused a descendant of an Immortal King.

Uncertain of defeating Wang Heng, he chose silence and gave up the fight for the Flat Peach Immortal Medicine.

It wasn't just him; others from Immortal King lineages and Dao heritage had similar thoughts.

While the Flat Peach Immortal Medicine was precious, one needed the strength to seize it; otherwise, the risk was too great.

However, not everyone was so fortunate.

Some felt inner turmoil, as if sitting on needles.

Outwardly, they appeared brilliant and radiant, idols admired by most beings, destined for great achievements, beginning at the very least as True Immortals.

But in truth, to the progenitors of Immortal Kings, they were mere dispensable pawns, dust in the wind, easily discarded.

Live or die, rise or fall—it mattered little, as long as they accomplished their mission and fulfilled the Immortal Kings' purposes.

That was what truly mattered.

"Send another one out. I refuse to believe his primal spirit can remain at its peak while detached," a cold voice murmured from the shadows.

The next moment, a young being stepped forward, also ranked among the top hundred in the Creation realm, possessing extraordinary talent, surpassing the previous young prodigy from the quasi-Immortal King avian clan.

Upon setting foot on the battle stage, he unleashed his strongest secret art, launching a fierce assault on Wang Heng.

Knowing the vast disparity in strength, there was no need for probing; he went all out from the onset, unleashing his ultimate strike.

His objective, just like that of the young girl, was to exhaust Wang Heng as much as possible, paving the way for the Immortal King descendants to act later. Therefore, he fought without hesitation, never considering seizing the Flat Peach Immortal Medicine.

Seeing this, Wang Heng scoffed, raising his black sword embryo, showcasing the profound essence of the Order Disruption Technique, directly confronting him.

“Boom!”

After a thunderous explosion, Wang Heng stood firm while the youth knelt on one knee, looking dejected, much like the previous challengers.

“Too weak. Is there anyone stronger?” Wang Heng shook his head, holding the sword embryo, the tip slanting towards the geniuses below, scanning them one by one with a domineering gaze, staring down at them.

No Immortal Domain genius dared to meet his eyes, fearing being called out by Wang Heng to face imminent defeat.

Even the likes of Immortal King descendants remained silent, briefly closing their eyes, opting to evade the prowess.

Until his sword’s tip rested upon a young man exuding vigor and an extraordinary aura, only then did it pause.

He stared at him directly, eyes filled with disdain, jokingly saying, "True strength is confident, invincible, not hiding behind others who soften the battlefield before daring to emerge."

“What did you say?”

The youth's brow arched subtly, face unchanged, but his tone gave him away, indicating he was provoked.

Prideful in his unmatched Creation realm strength, he feared no enemy, yet now accused of relying on underhanded tactics, he could not endure it.

At this point, from not far away, another inscrutable young being suddenly spoke out in caution.

“Brother Taihao, be careful, don’t let him get too close.”

“Rest assured, Brother Ao, I’ve already discerned his weakness. As long as I shield my primordial spirit, he’ll be undoubtedly defeated.” The youth named Taihao sneered, propelling himself onto the battle stage.

Wang Heng, having waited long for a worthy opponent, finally faced an adversary of such caliber, noticing the Immortal King descendant’s strength far surpassed the prior foes.

Indeed, bloodline power is crucial in the early stages of cultivation; the stronger the bloodline, the greater the advantage. Hence, those ranking high in the early stages are usually beings with formidable bloodlines, and only in the later stages can "commoners" compete by relying on remarkable talent or even surpass them.

As their eyes locked, murderous intent flared, clashing in the void, emitting terrifying sizzling sounds.

“I am Taihao—” The youth began to announce himself but was cut off by Wang Heng.

“No need, in my eyes, you're just like the others—defeated.”

"Enemies who fall at my hands are never regarded as opponents by me. They're nobodies, not worth remembering," declared Wang Heng with a dismissive air.

A young man named Taihao heard this, his chest heaving with intense emotion, before he spat out two words, "Arrogant."

With that said, Taihao made his move, launching an all-out assault without any hesitation or attempt to probe his opponent.

Behind him materialized a vast, indistinct silhouette, constructed of blood energy and ancient sigils, exuding an indescribable, terrifying aura as it descended upon the mortal realm.

This was some unknown colossal beast, savage and fearsome, its fangs protruding ominously. It was the true form of Taihao's clan, and conjuring such a phantasmal image was akin to unleashing the inherited bloodline powers of an Immortal King, spreading an overwhelming pressure in mere moments.

Presently, the hand of the beast's apparition gripped a heavenly spear, exuding a formidable aura, its brilliance blinding as fiery sigils shimmered, imparting an oppressive presence.

"The weapon apparition of the Taishi Immortal King," the assembled prodigies of the Immortal Domain were astounded. This was just the beginning, and Taihao had already unveiled his trump card to contend with Wang Heng, illustrating just how much pressure Wang Heng exerted.

"The Taishi Heavenly Spear, is it?" muttered Wang Heng softly, his gaze growing slightly more serious.

After all, it was the bloodline treasure left by an Immortal King for his descendants, not to be underestimated.

Even if Wang Heng was destined for greatness, before assuming the title of Immortal King, he was as insignificant as a firefly compared to one.

"Boom!"

A massive explosion erupted as Wang Heng's Primordial Soul Sword core unleashed formidable might, sending countless rays of light and colorful mist into the sky.

A humanoid entity emerged, soaring aloft on brilliant radiance, enshrouded in a hazy celestial aura, channeling immense power, unstoppable and omnipotent.

Sensing the frightening aura emanating from the humanoid entity, Taihao was gripped by terror, feeling as if a sharp blade hung over him—unbelievable for a descendant of an Immortal King family.

"Roar!"

The beast's apparition let out a mighty roar, shaking the void around them. Wielding the Heavenly Spear, it opened its bloodthirsty maw and charged at Wang Heng.

The humanoid entity responded in kind, a killing intent overwhelming enough to turn the battlefield into a realm of slaughter.

Innumerable divine birds and mythical beasts surged from the radiance, screeching to the heavens, shaking the earth, blotting out the sun and moon with a flap of their wings.

Meanwhile, the humanoid entity stood atop the firmament, wielding the supreme Primordial Soul Sword, quelling the forces above and below, slaying divine birds, exterminating ferocious beasts, cutting a path of unrivaled might and power.

Certainly, this isn't mere internal strife. The fearsome sword aura emitted by the humanoid creature and the power unleashed by the divine beasts all surged towards Taihao like an unstoppable flood, engulfing the giant beast’s phantom wielding the celestial spear.

Beneath the stage, the True Immortal of the Pan family showed surprise in his eyes, marveling at the scene. Is this the legendary supreme Primordial Spirit Sword Art, capable of slaying an Immortal King with a single strike? Truly, it's unparalleled.

The young prodigies imagined whether they could withstand Wang Heng's astonishing blow if they were in Taihao's place.

“Pfft!”

A shadow flew out from the massive collision, landing heavily on the ground.

As everyone looked closely, unsurprisingly, it was Taihao, heir of the Taishi family. Having been overwhelmed in the confrontation with Wang Heng, he coughed up blood, the phantom of the giant beast and the Taishi celestial spear behind him completely shattered, pierced through by sword energy.

Taihao's body was likewise covered in numerous blood holes, continuously spraying blood, appearing quite miserable and pitiful.

“I told you, you're not enough,” Wang Heng, holding the intimidating black sword embryo, walked over slowly, shaking his head with an imperious gaze.

Taihao was enraged, his delicate face distorted, bloodshot eyes glaring red. He clearly knew the outcome of his defeat in this battle.

Inevitably, he would be abandoned by his family, his status stripped away, benefitting his competitors, and he would fall into a dire situation with no hope of recovery.

Thus, he went berserk, getting back on his feet, gathering his strength for a desperate struggle against Wang Heng.

The True Immortal of the Pan family hesitated briefly but chose not to interfere unless someone was truly on the brink of death; otherwise, he would remain a spectator.

“Kill!”

Taihao shouted, charging at Wang Heng once more, his demeanor hysterical and crazed.

This was the battle that would decide his fate; he couldn't afford to lose.

He understood how formidable Wang Heng was in the realm of creation, utterly unbeatable. If he could temporarily avoid confrontation like other Immortal King descendants, he wouldn't be in such a dire state. Unfortunately, intercepting a part of Wang Heng's Primordial Spirit was a strict order from his family, one he had no choice but to obey, even if it meant falling from grace.

Wang Heng squinted slightly, naturally aware of this Immortal King descendant's desperate reasoning. But sadly, any attempts against him were destined to fail.

He raised the sword embryo of the Primordial Spirit high, his entire body emanating a dazzling brilliance, as if his Primordial Spirit body was about to transform into that humanoid creature from the Great Law of Chaos Suppression, merging with the sword embryo, with the law, achieving the peak of the Primordial Spirit's way.

At this moment, Wang Heng radiated a brilliant light, as if about to become eternal.

Of course, he was far from reaching that level, yet he possessed that imposing momentum, that aura.

The strike was terrifying, sending a shiver down Taihao's spine even in his frenzied state. Instinctively, he knew he shouldn't face it head-on; the best choice was to dodge. Yet, in the end, he braced himself and confronted it.