Perfect World: Dream of the Immortal Era

"Didn't you say that an Immortal King would be giving a sermon at this grand event?" Wang Heng asked Wang Mian in a hushed tone after settling into a seat.

While a prospective Immortal King is indeed remarkable, being among the top powerhouses in the ancient realm, they still fall short when compared to an actual Immortal King.

Wang Heng had hoped to witness the legendary Immortal King this time around, but to his surprise, the Immortal King didn't appear at all.

"Young master, you may not know this, but the border situation is extremely tense. The Immortal Kings are needed to support the border and naturally cannot attend this gathering of prodigies," Wang Mian explained.

"Alright, I guess, it doesn't make much difference to me," Wang Heng nodded.

As they spoke, prodigies began arriving in succession.

Their attire was varied, some wearing battle armor, others adorned in daoist robes, representing the entire realm from Seed Dao to Harmonious Dao, and ranging in age from youthful to mature.

Wang Heng sat below the platform where the prospective Immortal King would meditate, peering back.

He observed many young and middle-aged individuals possessing extraordinary auras, each an outstanding figure within their realm in the ancient world, all having integrated against-the-heavens ancient seeds, their prowess exceedingly formidable, truly the elite of every level and field of the primitive ancient world.

At this moment, they gathered at this Taoist sanctuary deep within the Southsea Purple Bamboo Forest to hear the supreme daoist discourse of the prospective Immortal King.

"Dong!"

As the bell tolled, the prospective Immortal King on the dais slowly opened his eyes, revealing profoundly deep pupils, as though containing boundless starry skies. Within them, one could glimpse the chaos reopening, a fearsome sight of the universe's inception.

No sooner had he begun to speak than the grand truths of the universe converged upon him. With his first utterance, a golden lotus of the Dao appeared suspended in the void, a miraculous spectacle, signaling the extraordinary nature of this sermon.

Below the platform, the assembly of beings leaned in, capturing one profound principle after another floating towards them. It felt as though they were voyaging through the realms from the perspective of a prospective Immortal King, understanding myriad truths in just an instant.

Before long, the earth began to emit gurgling sounds, and sweet springs appeared out of nowhere, gushing nectar, blessing all beings.

The audience was enchanted, wholly lost in the supreme principles discussed by the prospective Immortal King.

Suddenly, a blinding light erupted among the crowd. Someone experienced a revelation, achieving a breakthrough on the spot, advancing a step further on the path to immortality.

Witnessing this, those around them couldn't help but look on with envy.

To break through to the next realm of cultivation midway through a prospective Immortal King's sermon was a rare opportunity, a stroke of fortune that was hard to come by.

After some head shaking and sighing, the attendees quickly refocused, continuing to listen to the celestial sound of the Dao.

Over the course of the sermon, several people made breakthroughs, with one being almost merging with the Dao, nearing the Supreme Realm then and there.

Fortunately, he halted just in time, preserving his precious chance to fully merge with the Dao.

After deeply bowing to the prospective Immortal King on the stage, the creature departed without looking back.

He intended to undergo the important step of merging with the Dao within his family's territory. In doing so, after the Supreme Tribulation, the blessings from heaven would create a pure land, benefiting future generations.

Often, when a Supreme or True Immortal emerges from a family, subsequent generations receive such baptisms, becoming increasingly powerful. Once achieved, they would give back to the family, forming a virtuous cycle.

As for other breakthrough-seeking creatures, once their realm was reached, their heavenly tribulations would be suppressed by supreme power. It was only after departing the field of the Dao venue that the corresponding heavens' tribulations would erupt.

At this moment, Wang Heng abandoned everything external. Nothing mattered to him anymore except the Dao sound expressed by the prospective Immortal King in his mind.

He captured the intangible sounds of the grand Dao, which formed great rivers within him, cleansing his primordial spirit, his flesh, and everything.

After repeated baptisms, from Wang Heng's nearly flawless body, a few strands of almost invisible black aura were expelled, emerging from his pores and dispersing into the world.

At this moment, he felt refreshed, as if he might ascend and transcend.

“Buzz!”

He shifted his gaze to the Supreme Soul Seed, and as expected, it was this invincible ancient seed that underwent changes.

Beneath the pitch-dark soul seed, the remaining part of the seed coat gradually peeled off, turning into ashes and blending into his flesh.

The outer shell of the seed grew increasingly thin, revealing certain elements within.

Those were roots, highly active and brimming with terrifying primordial spirit power. If they broke through the seed and took root in Wang Heng's flesh, they would indeed bring an immensely frightening boost to his primordial spirit.

At that point, Wang Heng would reach the 'Rooting Realm' of a cultivator.

Gazing inward at his dantian, he sensed the Supreme Soul Seed eagerly breaking through its outer shell.

After his sparring with the young prodigies, Wang Heng's path of cultivation was somewhat solidified. Subsequently, attending the lecture of a prospective Immortal King allowed him to complete the final step. Ultimately, he advanced along the path to supreme power, every step bringing him closer to entering the second stage of the Immortal Ancient Law.

Just as the roots of the Supreme Soul Seed were raring to break through the final outer shell, Wang Heng sensed an ominous aura from the boundless void.

“Heavenly Tribulation?”

A realization struck him.

Unlike during the Chaos Epoch, breaking through in the Immortal Ancient Era within the Primordial Ancient Realm would incite the punitive lightning.

As Wang Heng was about to break through to the Rooting Realm, his talent and aptitude naturally would trigger a lightning tribulation.

At this moment, a mysterious force intervened, forcibly suppressing the heavenly tribulation aura that Wang Heng perceived.

Only once Wang Heng left this sacred venue would he be able to sense it again.

Wang Heng knew that a quasi-Immortal King had intervened to suppress his heavenly tribulation, ensuring the harmony of the lecture wasn't disturbed.

Taking a deep breath, he quelled his impulse to break through and resumed listening to the profound teachings of the quasi-Immortal King.

It was unclear how much time had passed when the heavenly voice finally fell silent. By then, the entire venue was filled with golden Dao lotuses, with resplendent celestial flowers cascading from the void, merging with the wells of nectar below.

All the young prodigies awoke from their enlightenment, brimming with newfound insights. Viewing the world through the quasi-Immortal King's perspective had revealed to them realms beyond their previous comprehension.

Everyone was left yearning for more, eager to listen for days and nights on end.

Wang Heng felt the same. He wondered about the wondrous spectacle an Immortal King's discourse might present if a quasi-Immortal King’s teachings were already so extraordinary.

Yet, he wasn't sure if such another opportunity would arise.

As he contemplated, an indescribable pressure swept in from an infinitely distant place without warning, overwhelming the South Sea's Purple Bamboo Forest.

This force, neither weakening nor stopping, spread across various realms.

All were encompassed by this pressure, felt their hearts grow heavy, and their primordial spirits throb with unease, like a lone boat caught in a wild tempest.

Even Wang Mian, a True Immortal, found it difficult to endure.

"What is that?"

someone exclaimed in shock.

In the next moment, the sky darkened, an unimaginably thick tree branch spanned across the heavens, stretching towards the border.