Perfect World: Dream of the Immortal Era

“An Immortal King imparting teachings?”

Wang Heng was slightly startled in the secluded chamber. Since arriving in this world, the most powerful being he had encountered was the Wang Family's sacrificial spirit, the Chaos Immortal Vine.

It was said to have once briefly stepped into that supreme realm, only to fall back due to an unforeseen mishap. If it fought with all its might, perhaps it could contend with an Immortal King-level being for a short time.

Wang Heng had yet to witness a true Immortal King.

But even without having seen one in person, he was well aware of the immense power and terrifying nature of Immortal King-level beings.

In an ancient world, within the span of an era, only one or two of the most extraordinary beings could evidence the Immortal King status; the difficulty was unimaginably high.

Throughout the long ages, the quantity of Immortal Kings had accumulated through the ancient worlds and the passage of time. If looking at a single world, their numbers were countable.

Those who reached that realm possessed immense supernatural abilities, overlooking the river of time, watching clouds ebb and flow, surveying the rise and fall of epochs and eras. Their soul began to embody attributes of immortality and indestructibility.

Such beings' understanding and mastery of the Great Dao were far beyond those below the Immortal King rank. Every time an Immortal King imparted teachings, it was a grand feast of breakthroughs, with countless cultivators blessed by fortune, achieving sudden enlightenment, and breaking through bottlenecks on the spot.

Such opportunities would make even a True Immortal envious, let alone a small cultivator in the Dao-seeking realm.

Without much thought, Wang Heng responded immediately.

"Alright, I understand. When should we set off?"

In the glow of the firelight, Wang Mian did not find this surprising. The chance to hear the teachings of an Immortal King was an unimaginable fortune that no one would want to miss.

Furthermore, not all beings could attend; those with the privilege were either of extraordinary talent or possessed strong and deep-rooted backgrounds. For others, gaining entry would be extremely difficult.

In a world where survival of the fittest was the fundamental rule, status and position were important everywhere, beyond question.

"Back to you, Young Master, it will be in seven days, at the Purple Bamboo Grove of the South Sea, the secluded dwelling of the True Immortal Hua Yun." Wang Mian responded.

"What? The Purple Bamboo Grove of the South Sea?"

Wang Heng murmured, somewhat surprised. In the Perfect World, Shi Hao had once dreamt of returning to the Immortal Ancient era, experiencing such a grand gathering of prodigious talents at that very location. What a coincidence!

"What's the matter, Young Master? Is there an issue with that place?" Wang Mian inquired quickly, having detected the peculiarity in Wang Heng's tone.

Wang Heng waved it off.

"Nothing.

By the way, who exactly is this True Immortal Hua Yun? To host a gathering of geniuses at her secluded abode with even an Immortal King in attendance is quite something."

"Hua Yun, the True Immortal, is close friends with many Immortal Kings of our realm, sharing deep bonds. Her status is arguably higher than some prospective Immortal Kings."

"Alright, I understand," Wang Heng nodded.

If she has such strong connections with Immortal Kings, it's no surprise.

Wang Heng believed that if Hua Yun, the True Immortal, were ever in trouble, the Immortal Kings would come to her aid. This alone places Hua Yun's status far above that of prospective Immortal Kings.

"When the time comes, I will remind you, Young Master. Until then, you may focus on your cultivation," Wang Mian said respectfully.

Wang Heng nodded, "Thank you for the trouble, senior."

"Young Master, there's no need for thanks. It is Wang Mian's duty."

Wang Mian's figure faded away.

In the secret chamber, only Wang Heng remained, seated cross-legged on the Kunmu mat, lost in thought.

"Southern Seas Purple Bamboo Grove, a dream of that lifetime..."

“Who will I meet this time that I once knew?” Wang Heng mused to himself.

He speculated that due to different eras, the grand event he was about to attend might not be the same one Shi Hao experienced in his dreams.

Moreover, he wouldn’t encounter figures like the Phoenix Maiden, the young man bearing the Immortal Gold Sword, or the girl embracing a white Kirin.

This was the mid-phase of the Immortal Ancient Epoch, a time when the foreign realms had not launched any major assaults yet; even their initial probing attacks had not begun. There was still much time left.

The well-known individuals he might see were primarily True Immortals or Immortal King figures.

Regardless, he eagerly anticipated this gathering because having reached the pinnacle of the Ancient Monument's Dao Realm, he was bound to be the center of attention, the focal point of this gathering. Wang Heng felt it was time to test if he was indeed the real deal.

With only seven days left until the event, he refused to waste even a single day, seizing every moment to comprehend the Dao in hopes of making himself even stronger before the spotlight fell upon him.

“Buzz!”

Wang Heng brought out a sphere of light, a rare treasure bestowed by the Chaos Immortal Vine, an item so scarce it was nearly impossible to find many Immortal Springs in the ancient world.

Not only was this item rare, it was exceedingly delicate. Ordinary methods couldn’t relocate it without causing it severe damage.

The Immortal Spring before him had already been expertly sealed and cut according to the ancient correct methods by a powerful being, moved from its original birth site. It was now portable, allowing it to be kept at his side without harming the Immortal Spring itself. However, it was not quite as potent as it was at its peak.

There was no other way. The Chaos Immortal Vine had disrupted the fate of heaven and earth, damaging the foundational roots of this spiritual heaven and earth. To be affected was only natural.

For Wang Heng, who was only at the Seed Dao Realm, even an Immortal Spring Eye with depleted vitality was more than sufficient.

He inhaled deeply the ethereal immortal aura emanating from the Immortal Spring Eye, feeling an all-encompassing comfort. His pores relaxed, and he felt as though he was transcending into an ethereal state, as if he had returned to the primordial beginnings of all things.

Just one breath made him feel on the verge of metamorphosis.

“This Immortal Spring Eye is truly extraordinary. No wonder there are only seven or eight within the vast ancient primal realm. No wonder the Exiled Immortal could use it to sustain life during the chaotic prehistoric era.” Wang Heng gazed at the Immortal Spring Eye and sighed with such marvel, feeling a great joy in his heart. With this divine item at his side, why fear not achieving the Dao?

Subsequently, he placed the Immortal Spring Eye in a secluded chamber, allowing it to continually exude its immortal aura, aiding Wang Heng in his cultivation and comprehension of the Dao.

Soon, the chamber was shrouded in clouds and mist, becoming a veritable celestial paradise.

In such an environment, Wang Heng's cultivation accelerated swiftly. After all, within this ancient celestial system, the closer a practitioner is to the immortal path, the higher their cultivation efficiency.

Of course, Wang Heng always controlled his cultivation, ensuring the Supreme Soul Seed did not sprout roots, to avoid accidentally stepping into the Rooting Realm.

He had broken into the Seed Dao Realm too quickly and had not yet fully explored its vistas, feeling that there were still components to supplement and perfect.

Breaking through to the next realm should wait until after attending the Youth Prodigy Gathering. On one hand, he could exchange insights and clash with beings of his level at the gathering. On the other hand, the Immortal King’s discourse on the Dao would be a rare opportunity, allowing him to remedy any shortcomings.

Today, I felt discomfort in my chest. When I breathed, it seemed as if my heart was gurgling, and my whole body felt numb, as if my face was frozen.

I went to the hospital for a check-up, but there was nothing wrong. The doctor said it might be due to excessive mental stress.

When he heard I was writing a book, he asked if my readers were pressuring me to update faster.

I laughed and shook my head, explaining that the stress was from planning my wedding, which might have been a bit overwhelming.

I told him my readers are quite understanding.

Even with just one update a day, they haven't abandoned the book.

They know I've been busy lately, so they haven't been urging me.

The wedding is on the 14th, and I've truly been very busy. After the 14th, I'll have plenty of time to write.

(End of Chapter)