ALL NOVEL Chapter 3: Era of Ancient Immortals
Wang Heng was startled. "Immortal King"—such a title was not to be taken lightly, for it signified the king among immortals.
Just the concept of an immortal was enough to stir the imagination and evoke fear, let alone an Immortal King.
From the conversation of these sacred plants, it seemed he was the progeny of this Immortal King. Such status was beyond ordinary, it was the epitome of nobility.
No wonder the ancient tree used the Longevity Fruit to save his life.
The various divine herbs noticed Wang Heng's unusual reaction, further confirming their suspicions.
He truly had lost his memory, not recalling even the Immortal King's Medicine Garden, including all of them, immortal and divine medicines, alike. All forgotten.
"May I ask, Brother Longevity, what do you mean by saying 'the calamity of the primordial spirit may not necessarily be a bad thing'?
We must consider, the Immortal King had spent an enormous effort over ten years laying the foundation for Young Master Heng, like a dragon hidden in the abyss, ready to soar.
But now, with his primordial spirit stricken to the point of amnesia, it might affect the forthcoming cultivation, by then, surely the blame will fall.
Brother Longevity, as an immortal medicine, even if reproached, wouldn't be heavily affected.
But for the rest of us, it's different.
To the Immortal King, the addition or loss of a divine medicine is trivial," the scarlet divine flower remarked, its words laden with profound concern.
The other divine medicines eagerly clamored to hear what the Ancient Longevity Tree had to say.
The old tree did not conceal anything, as its leaves rustled, it shared its insight.
“Throughout the long years since the fall of the Emperor, countless Immortal Kings have been born, leaving their bloodlines in the world.
Every direct descendant of an Immortal King, such as a son or daughter, is destined to inherit some attribute from their ancestor, manifesting as a natural talent, enduring through the ages.
By logic, as a direct heir, Brother Heng should possess a formidable talent, causing others to strive desperately to match him. Yet, his lack of distinctive achievements in the past decade has been puzzling to many.
However, now, I seem to perceive a terrifying talent beginning to blossom within him.”
“A terrifying talent?” the divine medicines exclaimed in surprise, casting their gazes upon the bewildered Wang Heng.
Being divine medicines themselves, they naturally lagged far behind the Immortal Medicines in acuity and insight.
“Yes, indeed, this terrifying talent is also related to the Immortal Kings.”
Across the entire ancient primal world, the vast domain of immortals, and even the expansive realms of the myriad worlds, the achievements of the Immortal King in the path of the Primordial Spirit stand peerless, looking down upon other immortal kings.
When the Primordial Spirit Sword is unleashed, the heavens and earth lose their color, all creatures wither, and none dare to challenge it. Even those who are kings themselves must temporarily avoid its edge and concede.
As the son of the Immortal King, Young Master Heng’s talent in the path of the Primordial Spirit should be unrivaled across past and present, yet it has remained hidden.
Today, however, Young Master Heng’s Primordial Spirit endured a catastrophe, and only then did the trace of his talent become apparent. Now you may carefully feel and sense the difference in Young Master Heng’s Primordial Spirit compared to before.”
The Ancient Longevity Tree’s words served as a reminder to the assembled divine medicines, prompting them to exert their keen spiritual senses to perceive and explore.
Moments later, all the divine medicines could not help but exclaim in astonishment. Indeed, as the Ancient Longevity Tree had stated, Wang Heng’s Primordial Spirit had undergone a fundamental transformation compared to before the catastrophe.
“Earlier, in my impatience, I failed to notice such a significant change in Young Master Heng’s Primordial Spirit. With his current level of Primordial Spirit power, he already qualifies for the Immortal King’s legacy, does he not?
It's said that the Primordial Spirit Sword Technique, counted among the top three sword techniques, requires unparalleled talent just to begin training.” The Nine-Leaf Divine Herb remarked, its gaze towards Wang Heng now transformed.
It seemed to foresee the rise of an invincible immortal king's heir sweeping through all adversaries, unmatched in the world.
Wang Heng was completely stunned after overhearing the conversation between the Ancient Longevity Tree and the divine herbs.
He had recognized too many familiar things: the fall of emperors, the Primordial Ancient Realm, the Immortal Domain, and the Elemental Sword Technique, one of the three great sword techniques.
Everything pointed towards a web novel he had read.
"No way! Am I dreaming that I've arrived in the Perfect World?" Wang Heng mused to himself.
To confirm his suspicions, he began questioning the immortal and divine herbs in front of him.
His inquiries touched on the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King, the Endless Immortal King, and the Ten Ferocities—all characters from the Ancient Immortal Era in the Perfect World, taking place in a time when the Primordial Ancient Realm had splintered into the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, long devoid of any Immortal Kings.
With little deliberation, Wang Heng was convinced this wasn't the Era of Chaos.
The responses from the Ancient Longevity Tree and the divine herbs validated Wang Heng's conjecture.
In this world, the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King, the Endless Immortal King, the True Dragon, the True Phoenix—all supreme beings of Immortal King rank—indeed existed.
As for the Ten Ferocities, the Ancient Longevity Tree confessed it had never heard of such a notion.
Wang Heng immediately countered, "Is there really a legendary Thunder Emperor who rules the Heavenly Punishment and roams the mortal realm with overwhelming might?"
The Ancient Longevity Tree shook its head, claiming it had never heard of such a Thunder Emperor.
"Throughout history, there have been mighty individuals attempting to master this path, seeking to wield Heavenly Punishment and pass judgment on the world, but the outcomes were rarely favorable, and few met a good end.
Even the Immortal practitioners regard the path of Heavenly Punishment with caution and do not delve too deeply into it. How could any being rise to prominence within this path and even dare to call themselves 'Emperor'?" The tree swayed its branches, denying Wang Heng's remarks.
As an ageless immortal herb, it had witnessed countless epochs. Sometimes, longevity is an advantage; after all, it broadens one's horizons.
From its experience, no being could possibly master Heavenly Punishment, let alone claim the title of 'Emperor.'
Wang Heng said nothing because he knew that in the future, a peerlessly gifted human-shaped warrior would emerge and command the Thunder Path to punish the mortal world, eventually becoming renowned as one of the ten great terrors.
After a series of questions, all the herbs sighed. Though Lord Heng's soul was over twice as powerful, he had lost his memories, needing to ask them even the most basic questions despite their lack of worldly experience. They couldn’t tell if this was a blessing or a curse and felt their previous relief turn again to worry.
Just then, a distinct series of footsteps sounded not far away, melodious as an orchid in bloom, resonating like echoes through an empty valley. There was an indescribable rhythm to them, subtly alignment with the universe itself. Each step seemed to beat directly upon the heart, compelling it to match this innate cadence.
Wang Heng followed the sound, and his eyes fell upon the newcomer. It was a humanoid being, shrouded entirely in a holy immortal mist. The figure was so hazy that its features were indistinguishable, and its gender unknown, exuding an extreme air of mystery.
(End of Chapter)
