Perfect World: Dream of the Immortal Era

After all, Heng Jin's natural talent is undeniably remarkable, even among the imperial tribes, it is considered stunning.

At this time, the young beings in the arena have almost recovered, and the final spot challenges are about to take place.

If the previously defeated prodigies are deemed qualified for the challenge, they can remain; otherwise, if their strength and aptitude are deemed insufficient, they are automatically sent off the field.

Now, there are as many as a hundred young prodigies qualified to challenge, all of whom have met the standards for admission to the War God Academy.

However, there are only fifty spots available in the Qi Eating Realm, this is a fixed number, and they can only compete against the fifty beings on the stage.

“Human?”

A foreign cultivator picking a challenge target notices the seemingly frail Heng Jin and is slightly surprised.

Earlier, they had disregarded the human youth, who surprisingly won all eleven matches and made it to the end, securing a spot, which was indeed unexpected.

Is this purely extraordinary luck, or does he have real skills?

Some young cultivators are doubtful, not daring to underestimate him.

However, other beings eager for spots are shouting that they will beat Heng Jin back to his original form, claiming humans are only fit to be slaves.

A royal youth with a fierce look in his eyes coldly watches Heng Jin on stage, filled with killing intent, just about to speak up for a challenge, when suddenly a thunderous shout echoes in his ears, as if a great bell was struck, shaking him to his core.

“You fool, what are you doing? Do you want to embarrass yourself on stage? Get down right now.”

The royal youth's body trembles, incredulously looking toward the crowd, where a towering middle-aged man stands, none other than his uncle, a mighty Supreme.

Normally, this Supreme uncle often praises his talent, saying he would one day dominate among the royal clans, and even has some chance to keep up with the imperial tribes.

Such praise would bring anyone to cloud nine, and the royal youth is no different, always harboring grand ambitions, defiant and undefeated.

But now, his uncle voices to stop him from challenging the human youth, leaving the royal youth puzzled beyond belief.

Earlier, he had the misfortune of encountering the Eight-Armed Tribe prodigy, and after a fierce battle, was narrowly defeated; although it was frustrating, it was understandable as the opponent had part of the bloodline of an immortal king.

But why should this human be able to battle him? This puzzles him, so he doesn't immediately respond, his eyes still fixed on Heng Jin.

Nevertheless, the Eight-Armed youth who defeated him appears among the defeated, which is truly unexpected.

Seeing his nephew so stubborn, intending to defy his orders to challenge this killer god, the middle-aged Supreme feels an urgent need and yells again, causing a buzz in the royal youth's ears.

“Mu Feng, you're out of line.”

A sovereign of the academy spoke up, clearly displeased with the disruptive challenges being made.

At the same time, an immortal from the War God Academy cast a cold, oppressive gaze.

“Forgive me, senior. Our clan willingly forfeits the right to challenge,” the middle-aged Supreme hastily apologized.

“Hmph! Do not let it happen again.”

The immortal snorted, issuing a stern warning.

The middle-aged Supreme, relieved at these words, let out a long breath. He then angrily dragged his nephew by his side, offered a respectful gesture towards the immortal, and turned to leave without further delay.

The group of foreign cultivators who had been eager to challenge Heng Jin were utterly stunned, their minds momentarily blanking.

What did they just witness? A powerful Supreme of high renown, ranked among the top twenty prodigies of his generation, chose to risk the wrath of an immortal just to prevent his nephew from facing a human youth…

It was clear to all observant eyes that the Supreme believed his kin would not only lose but perish against the human youth, explaining his drastic actions.

This realization sent shivers down the spines of those who nearly blurted out a challenge to Heng Jin, filling them with dread.

They calmed themselves slightly and began communicating with their clan members about the incident.

When they discovered that this human youth had slain four royal prodigies over eleven rounds of dueling, shock rendered them speechless.

These were royal prodigies. In the absence of the imperial tribes, the foreign cultivation world was dominated by royal bloodlines, a testament to their might.

Yet, here was a human who had slaughtered four royal heirs mercilessly, like a god of death.

Several beings couldn't help but shiver; if they had rashly challenged Heng Jin, they might already be headless corpses.

Reportedly, the human deity of slaughter dispatched his foes by annihilating their heads, leaving only headless bodies.

Realizing this, they quickly abandoned any thoughts of challenging this human executioner.

The arena remained silent for a long stretch before someone finally stepped forward and selected a challenger from the group of over forty individuals.

Only by stepping into the arena can one understand the stark difference between a victor and a vanquished.

An invisible force pervaded the arena, suppressing the defeated.

The victor who stood unscathed after eleven hard-fought rounds felt no such discomfort.

These were the iron rules set within the War God Academy; any being awaiting their resurrection challenge faced suppression by the arena's laws as punishment.

Otherwise, if a defeated challenger could face the victor on equal footing, everyone might simply opt to surrender from the start and quietly wait for the final challenge, sparing themselves the effort of battling through dozens of rounds.

“Boom!”

The arena erupted into fierce combat as various fearsome ancestral techniques unfolded, shattering the tense silence of the atmosphere. Spectators, witnessing such a breathtaking battle of prodigies, enthusiastically raised their arms and cheered.

Yet, in several special arenas, a profound silence prevailed, with not a single challenger stepping forward.

One of these arenas stood as it always had, unbothered by the crowd's roar.

Standing with his hands clasped behind his back, Heng Jin gazed indifferently at the scene below. Noticing the eyes filled with awe, he knew that no one would dare ascend to challenge him in this arena.

He sat down cross-legged, calmly awaiting the conclusion of the challenges.

After fierce battles, some of the original victors were defeated and replaced by stronger contenders, including the young noble of the Zidian clan, Zi Ye, and the Eight-Armed Youth, among others.

Their ability to overcome opponents under the constraints of the arena's rules proved their remarkable strength and prowess.

Meanwhile, other powerful beings who were initially superior succumbed due to the restrictive rules, narrowly losing to their adversaries despite possessing greater capability.

With faces full of disappointment, they shook their heads, ending their journey in this year's quota selection. To return, they would have to wait until the following year.

Once the final battle concluded and the thousand inner cultivation slots were determined, an elder of the War God Academy declared the end of the selection process.

Over the next year, the chosen thousand beings would undergo extraordinary training within the War God Academy, leading to an explosive advancement in their cultivation.

Perhaps by the time they meet again next year, the gap between them would have widened considerably.

Around this time next year, they would return to once again compete fiercely for the thousand slots.

Thus, among the thousand beings who secured a place this year, a substantial number had only received a temporary experience card for the year, with a real possibility of being ousted by the next selection.

But for beings like Heng Jin, unless something unexpected happened, his position was as secure as a fortress, as nobody dared to challenge him.

“Brother Heng Jin, we meet again,”

Zi Ye from the Zidian clan greeted with a smile. His clan was distinctive, with a purple lightning emblem faintly visible on his forehead, embodying overwhelming power that commanded respect.

Heng Jin responded with a slight smile and nod.

Following that, the Eight-Armed Youth also greeted him, waving in acknowledgment.

The surrounding beings were all exceptionally talented individuals who had emerged from the masses, some from royal clans and others with extraordinary gifts, each one far from ordinary.

Faced with the infamous "God of Killing" Heng Jin, no one dared to be arrogant, knowing well his remarkable battle achievements.

Thus, many students of the War God Academy approached Heng Jin, greeting him and engaging in conversation.

Once the tide of gathered beings outside the academy dissipated, the immortals and a host of supreme elders led a thousand prodigies through the academy gates, proceeding towards the interior.

Heng Jin glanced at the majestic scene of dragons in homage and the grand and eternal complexes within the War God Academy. His heart surged slightly, finally reaching a place that could provide him with ample resources for cultivation. This would become his place of enlightenment, his land of soaring flight.

Across the primal ancient world, in the Great Scarlet Heaven, on the borderlands, Gu Wu Di and Qing Yue walked side by side, stepping across this land filled with primal and chaotic aura.

Mountain ranges stretched endlessly, gargantuan ancient trees reaching as high as the sky, mystical caves spewing chaotic essence, and a myriad of bizarre creatures...

All vividly illustrating the magnificence and grandeur of this land.

In the distance, shrouded in shadows, a colossal entity stood tall, towering and blocking out the sun and sky.

As the two drew closer, they saw it was a star carcass riddled with cracks, fallen from the celestial dome at an unknown time, long since merged with the natural environment.

"Kree!”

A piercing cry echoed across the sky. Gu Wu Di and Qing Yue looked up to see a gigantic divine bird spreading its massive wings, taking flight from the top of the star carcass and flying into the distance.

A Sky Blue Peng no less, mighty and intimidating, it had undoubtedly made a nest atop the star carcass, settling there.

As the pair ventured deeper, they encountered dozens to hundreds more cracked star remains, lying silently on the uneven ground.

“There’s a legend that several eras ago, a terrifying and unparalleled boundary war occurred here. Our realm’s great figures clashed fiercely with immortal kings from a foreign domain, battling until the sky turned dark, and the sun and moon dimmed. Both sides suffered heavy casualties and ultimately had to withdraw their forces.

The passage linking the two realms was sealed by mighty power and completely abandoned. Over time, the border of the Great Scarlet Heaven was forgotten, and stories of that war faded from the river of time.

Only by being here can one truly feel the intensity of that war, with stars falling like raindrops from the sky, as if the world stepped into its end days...” Gu Wu Di mused, whispering as he gazed upon the star remains.

“To wield the sun and moon, to pluck the stars—such great supernatural powers truly inspire awe and longing.” Qing Yue’s beautiful face revealed a look of yearning, desiring to possess such mighty powers.

“Do you wish to become a female celestial king?” Gu Wu Di asked.

After all they had experienced in the valley, the distance between them diminished, and they had become much more acquainted with each other.

Qing Yue listened, the azure flame mark on her forehead glimmering brilliantly. Her eyes were deep, her figure graceful, like a fairy gracing the mortal realm, untainted by the mundane world, making anyone who interacts with her feel at peace.

“Naturally, it is my lifelong ambition to become a female Immortal King, gazing down upon heaven and earth.” She made no attempt to hide her aspirations, intending to step into the realm of Immortal Kings and seize control of her destiny.

“What a coincidence, as do I, though I aim to be the Emperor among the Immortals.”

No sooner had the words been spoken than a sudden lightning punishment descended from the sky, splitting the ground near them into a bottomless abyss.

Qing Yue was startled, her lips parted slightly. That a single sentence could invoke such terrifying heavenly wrath suggested that Gu Wu Di's words had touched upon some taboo, stirring mysterious causes and effects.

“You had better first prove yourself as an Immortal King. Whether the domain you speak of exists is uncertain.”

“Of course, it exists. It's just that no one has been able to break through the shackles.” Gu Wu Di felt a chill throughout his body, slightly unnerved, and dared not mention those forbidden words again.

“If you aspire to reach the heavens, you must plan every step carefully. As it stands, while each of your steps seems solid and on the strongest path, in my view, following this cultivation will ultimately stop at True Immortal, at most becoming a quasi-Immortal King.” Qing Yue stated calmly.

Gu Wu Di didn't refute, for this was the truth. Following the supposedly strongest path known, even the rank of Immortal King was hard to reach. Before splitting into three, his primordial spirit held a possibility of breaking through the shackles.

But now, after splitting into three, this "qi" body was the most ordinary among them, possessing an indomitable spirit but lacking the concrete support for an invincible momentum, ostentatious without substance.

His current strength was also based on a significant talent, merging with the perfect ancient seed.

However, the more advanced the stage, the less value inherent talent had. Upon entering the True Immortal realm, even a "young Immortal King" talent would fade into the crowd, although Gu Wu Di could still be significantly stronger than ordinary True Immortals.

To prove the Way and become a King, or even among the strongest Immortal Kings, he must forge a unique path most suited to himself; otherwise, it's all but flowers in a mirror, the moon in the water.

“Do you have any advice?”

Gu Wu Di humbly inquired, knowing that the radiant beauty before him was none other than the renowned Qing Yue, acknowledged as a top talent of the Immortal Ancient Epoch, not a mere pretty face.

“Currently, you stand at the Root Establishment Realm, still within the early two stages of Dao Seed Law.

The next stage—Beginning of the Dao—is the most critical stage determining whether your future achievements will be high or low.

What is the beginning of the Dao? As the name suggests, it is the dawn of the great path. In this realm, the sprout of your path emerges, heralding the advent of the path you will walk from this moment, born at this moment.

Those who shine will birth a faint celestial aura in this realm, symbolizing the genesis of a new path in the world.

However, this celestial aura is merely initial qi, a blessing too great for a cultivator to bear, and will eventually dissipate.

Then, during subsequent cultivation, individuals with supreme talent will gradually cultivate three celestial auras.

Currently, with your perfect ancient seed and exceptional talent and potential, cultivating three celestial auras should not pose much of a problem. However, if there are no significant changes, this will be the extent.”

"To stand out and become extraordinary, it ultimately depends on you. It hinges on what earth-shaking achievements you can accomplish at the beginning of the Great Path, and what grand and magnificent path you can forge."