Perfect World: Dream of the Immortal Era

Facing death, it felt no fear, nor any hesitation. The creature remained serene and composed, gazing benevolently at Wang Heng below.

As it witnessed Wang Heng's unyielding spirit battling against curses, a sense of relief appeared in the eyes of the Mystical Vine Elder.

Wang Heng had grown under its watchful eyes, from a newborn to a toddler taking his first steps, from babbling to becoming a graceful young man. Every moment was etched in the heart of the Mystical Vine Elder.

It had personally intervened to lay the foundation for Wang Heng, treating him as its own, with deep bonds of affection. Now they were about to be separated by life and death, naturally, it felt an endless sense of reluctance.

At the very least, it had not witnessed this young man achieving invincibility and reaching the realm of the Immortal King.

“Farewell…” the Mystical Vine Elder sighed.

Despite the numerous reluctances, it could not reverse fate or change the outcome of its downfall.

With one final look at the world it had battled through countless ages, and the Immortal Abode it had guarded across epochs, old memories flashed through its mind.

On that day, a valiant and handsome young man suddenly appeared, guiding its naive self out of chaos into the world. Together, they traveled the length and breadth of the lands, battling across battlefields, defeating formidable foes time and again, emerging unscathed from life-threatening situations repeatedly, leaving behind a powerful legacy...

It was the most unforgettable time for the Chaos Immortal Vine, a period that would remain etched in memory forever.

With a sense of nostalgia and longing, the last bit of its body was consumed by a curse. Its primordial spirit extinguished, leaving it completely fallen between heaven and earth.

"Elder..."

Wang Heng could barely keep his eyes open, yet he forced them wide to gaze at where the Chaos Immortal Vine once stood.

He couldn't believe it. A gentle and kind elder had just died like that. Not long ago, it had cleaved open fortunes for him, bringing him springs of immortal essence, wielding such overwhelming power that even at the last moment, it remained calm and unwavering, scaring off Sun Yang, who had defected from the Wang family.

The Chaos Immortal Vine was truly an elder worthy of your trust and complete faith, much like how the Willow Deity was to Shi Hao.

Sadly, it had left forever, its corroded body now standing forlorn on the chaotic secret grounds.

At this moment, Wang Heng felt a strange emotion rise within him, one of hatred towards the otherworldly forces that frothed forth like a tidal wave.

Curses from the other side had not only devoured an elder but threatened his own life too. It was a significant karmic tie, and if he survived, he would surely have to settle it in the future.

"Pfft!"

Dark blood spurted out as Wang Heng lost control of his body. He had no idea what had become of the Supreme Soul Seed in his abdomen, which had been resisting the curse's power for so long. His head was now his last sanctum.

A black sword fetus hovered silently there, a legacy of the "Tranquility Disorder Sutra." Wang Heng had only deciphered a small part of it, with much still beyond his comprehension.

The sword fetus remained unmoved by the dark curse.

He didn't expect it to help. The profound and dark primordial spirit was prepared to make its last stand. Wang Heng knew that Wang Mian had taken a token to seek the Immortal King. The longer he held out, the greater his hope for survival.

A bizarre sound arose from the flowing blood as terrifyingly black symbols emerged one after another, launching attacks on the last sanctuary of Wang Heng's body. His cranial vessels were also under siege as the curse's power poured over him, suffocating all hope.

Wang Heng struggled to fend off the assault, transforming his dark primordial spirit into a sword fetus and executing the "Tranquility Disorder Sutra." In an instant, his mind was filled with a burst of sword energy where the dark light interwove with the black glow.

He did his utmost, but it was like trying to twist an arm against a thigh; Wang Heng depleted his strength, helplessly watching as he was overwhelmed by the cursed symbols.

Finally, Wang Heng could no longer persist, his sight plunging into darkness.

It felt as if he was dreaming. In the dream, he was born from a celestial maiden, with strange phenomena blanketing the sky from the moment he emerged. People praised his exceptional talent, believing he could break the barrier that prevented the Progeny of Immortal Kings from becoming Immortal Kings themselves, creating a supreme myth of dual Immortal Kings.

He had a father, someone standing in the realm of Immortal Kings, revered by all beings and respected worldwide as a guardian of a domain.

From childhood, his father, the Celestial King, poured immense effort to build a formidable foundation for him, hoping that one day he would tread the path of the invincible. In this journey, a mystical immortal vine silently guarded him.

Ten years passed by in a flash, and on this day, the young man ventured to his father's celestial herb garden to gather medicinal herbs...

"Boom!"

In a dream of gathering herbs, a sudden thunderous roar shattered the tranquility, jolting Wang Heng’s drowsy soul awake. The sight before him left him utterly shocked.

He saw the black sword embryo, symbolizing the inheritance of the Chaos Quelling Technique, shatter into countless fragments, drawn by some unseen force toward his soul. Below, the black sea of curses boiled violently as if something was bursting forth.

In the next instant, a blazing black sun emerged from the cursed sea, rushing straight towards Wang Heng's soul.

It was the Supreme Soul Seed, which had lost contact, now independently surging upward from the lower dantian.

Under the curse’s corrosion, it was on the brink of ruin, yet it tenaciously advanced to Wang Heng's soul.

The fragments of the sword embryo, the nearly destroyed Supreme Soul Seed, and Wang Heng's battered soul suddenly collided and merged, unleashing a terrifying force.

"Chaos Quelling Technique!"

Wang Heng was like a man possessed, executing the complete grand technique, carving a path through the black ocean with unstoppable force, even abandoning his physical body in the process.

Yet the curse unleashed by the otherworldly forces was vicious beyond compare, a family-exterminating curse that surged through the void, vowing to wipe out the Wang family with no survivors.

At that moment, Wang Heng had exhausted all his strength, helplessly watching as the black symbols spread toward him.

In that instant of clarity, he understood why he had never possessed the original owner's memories. It turned out that the Wang Family's Celestial King had left a safeguard in the bloodline of his progeny—a sword embryo of the Chaos Quelling Technique, serving both as inheritance and protection.

Should a calamity befall his progeny, the inherited sword embryo would shield his soul until the Celestial King arrived.

Wang Heng’s arrival had originated from within the very core of his soul, leaving no trace of invasion, yet the sword embryo had absorbed "Wang Heng’s" memories, resulting in what was believed to be amnesia.

Now, with the sword embryo shattered by the black curse, the sealed memories naturally flowed back into his spirit.

Only at this moment did he truly become Wang Heng, free of any flaws.

Cold sweat dripped from Wang Heng’s brow as he comprehended the full truth. He could scarcely imagine what would have transpired had the sword embryo remained intact.

If someone else had seized his progeny’s body, perhaps he would have simply smote them outright.