Perfect World: Dream of the Immortal Era

Creatures of this level are like mythical dragons, rarely revealing themselves. Witnessing their true forms is exceedingly difficult.

If not for today's extraordinary circumstances, such a scene would never have unfolded.

Wang Mian looked sorrowfully at the remains of the Chaos Immortal Vine, then toward Wang Heng's unconscious primordial spirit body, now completely submerged by ominous black sigils, and his heart was filled with anxiety. He feared that this calamity might cripple Wang Heng.

It's important to realize that his potential and talent stand unparalleled in the entire Primitive Universe. He made a name on the ancient monument, seized first place in the Seeded Path Realm, and dazzled all at the South Sea's Purple Bamboo Forest banquet, outshining many descendants of Immortal Kings. If allowed to grow unimpeded, he would surely have a chance to prove himself as an Immortal King.

But now, Wang Heng has been struck by misfortune. Though his life was saved, his body has been entirely consumed by a foreign curse, ready to follow in the lamentable footsteps of his collateral relatives.

How could one not be anxious?

Without a body, the primordial spirit is like a rootless driftwood. To this day, Wang Mian vividly remembers the Wang family's Immortal King mentioning the critical importance of the physical form in a past discourse.

Even if one's primordial spirit is unparalleled among Immortal Kings of the same tier, the significance of the physical body cannot be overlooked.

If Wang Heng loses his body now, it will be nearly impossible to recover later. This body was nurtured in the womb, representing the most primal, original form, perfectly aligned with his primordial spirit, possessing irreplaceable factors that other bodies cannot substitute.

Contemplating this, Wang Mian could not help but speak up.

“Esteemed Immortal Kings, is there still hope for my young master's body?”

The Golden Daoist was the first to respond.

“This curse is not a simple one cast by an ordinary Immortal King; it is profoundly high in essence and incredibly terrifying, causing even us to feel a chill of horror. Fortunately, the curse power upon him is limited and has been weakened. If we act now, preserving this body should not be a problem.”

Receiving the affirmative response, Wang Mian let out a long sigh of relief.

As long as the body remains, Wang Heng's path will not suffer irreversible blemishes, and there is hope for a comeback in the future.

“Let me do it. The Nirvana Phoenix Blood has a natural resistance to dark forces, making it perfectly suited to dispel this dark curse.”

At this moment, one of the towering figures spoke, his voice magnetic and hidden by the rules of the Dao, making it impossible to discern if it was male or female.

However, Wang Mian knew this was the legendary True Phoenix, infamous in the ancient realm. As an immortal king, it stood unmatched among all races, invincible across heavens and earth, known as the undying being.

The place where it resided was filled with roaring magma and scorching waves, rumored to be an ancient phoenix tree that pierced the heavens with an area spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, all deemed a forbidden zone. No one dared to set foot there lightly, lest they be reduced to ashes by its restrictive fire.

Though Phoenixes have always been regarded as auspicious beasts, the rise of this Great Fiend was marked by blood and fire. Anyone who heard its story would involuntarily shudder; it's said that from its line, due to excessive bloodshed, emerged the lineage of the Blood Phoenix.

Beside the True Phoenix stood three supreme beings, whose backgrounds were even more staggering, all of them without exception mighty existences from the primordial ancient realm.

One was the True Dragon, a Great Fiend comparable to the True Phoenix, hailed as the foremost race in the world. Any of its descendants, upon reaching maturity, would become immortal kings, the ultimate goal of evolution for countless species. In their evolutionary process, their bodies would transform towards the form of a True Dragon, showcasing the unparalleled status of the foremost race.

Rumors in the world suggested that the True Dragon might be even more ferocious than the True Phoenix, which was no mere fabrication.

The other two were even more formidable in reputation. One was the Sovereign of Qian Kun Sect, the Qian Kun Immortal King, an undisputed giant who wielded the Bag of Qian Kun, imposing authority within and outside the universe. Even the renowned Qingwei Lord and Great Scarlet Lord were his disciples.

The last person was the Immortal Monk King, the Master of Mount Sumeru, who led the ancient monks’ lineage. He had perfected the immaculate Golden Body and his achievements in the physical realm were unparalleled. Just by standing there, no opponent of the same tier could move him.

Besides this, the Immortal Monk King was also well-versed in the path of reincarnation. He once vowed to create a cycle of life and death in the primordial world, guiding all beings across the sea of suffering.

The reason why this supreme figure of the ancient monk lineage was invited here was due to the relic of an ancient monk, who had entered Nirvana several epochs ago, left among the tokens given by the Immortal Vine. By a stroke of fate, it became a token of favor. Presenting this relic would compel the Immortal Monk King to lend his aid and repay the Wang Family's Immortal King for past kindness.

When Wang Mian was choosing among the five tokens, he decisively eliminated the True Dragon and True Phoenix, two great ferocities, because there had been cases in the past where true immortal beings trespassed their territories and were mercilessly slain. He feared if he went there, he might not even know how he died.

The Qian Kun Immortal King was fond of roaming the heavens, and seeking him out might result in finding nothing.

He eliminated the Immortal Monk King because, during Wang Mian's journey to the South Sea Purple Bamboo Woods, he heard from an immortal monk that the Immortal Monk King was in seclusion and would not even attend the battle at the border.

Left with no options, he chose the Golden Daoist. In fact, millions of years ago, this supreme powerhouse had visited the Wang family to see the Wang Family's Immortal King. At that time, Wang Mian was but a small supreme being and had a distant encounter with him.

In the end, Wang Mian's choice proved correct. The Golden Daoist arrived in time, preventing a greater tragedy from unfolding.

The True Phoenix, without delay, stepped forward and gently pointed at Wang Heng's body, which was on the verge of being completely corroded by the dark curse.

A slender crimson beam shot out from its fingertip, piercing into the dark curse like lightning.

At first, there was calm, as if nothing had occurred; the crimson beam seemingly devoured by the darkness, leaving no trace.

Yet merely a breath later, a faint red light began to emerge within the vast sea of black symbols, growing more intense, as if a scarlet sun was pressing against the surface, fiercely burning, ready to burst forth.

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, crimson brilliance and shadowy darkness erupted simultaneously within Wang Heng's body, engaging in a fierce struggle. They devoured and annihilated each other, ultimately leading to mutual destruction.

Wang Mian watched intently; the crimson light was composed of innumerable tiny True Phoenixes, vivid and lifelike, confronting the endless dark symbols with ferocity.

Thus, an Immortal King-level confrontation unfolded, one side wielding the Nirvana Blood of the Eternal True Phoenix, the other bearing the curse of an otherworldly domain, boasting an outrageously profound nature that even Immortal Kings dared not underestimate.

The battlefield of their confrontation turned out to be the body of an Immortal King's progeny.

This was an utterly disproportionate affair, yet it unfolded all too realistically.