Perfect World: Dream of the Immortal Era

In the span of a month, it was enough time for him to cultivate his Qi absorption to a profound level.

Achieving perfection seemed unlikely, as the potential of his body was so unfathomable and terrifying, it dwarfed his peers, making him an insatiable abyss.

Accordingly, the amount of essence he needed to devour and refine was astronomical.

The cultivation methods of the Four-Armed Tribe, along with this ordinary source block, could not offer him the greatest assistance, thus slowing his cultivation pace was reasonable.

Regarding winning one of the thousand spots at the God of War Academy this year, Geng Jin had no concerns. With his formidable physique, even though he had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation, he had enough confidence.

Now, he only needed to practice silently and wait for the opportunity to rise.

In fact, before setting out for the other realm, Geng Jin possessed a storage treasure given by Wang Geng, which contained many good items intended to be the starting resources for his path of cultivation in the alien world.

However, upon truly arriving in the alien world, he realized that the laws of the two realms were drastically different.

Medicinal herbs from the Primordial Ancient World withered and wilted, their fragments of laws incongruent with those of this realm's spiritual herbs.

After being baptized by the rules of the alien world, Geng Jin was no longer suited to consume the Primordial Ancient World's herbs.

Thus, he abandoned his storage treasures, starting from scratch in this realm.

In a world like this, as long as one possessed extraordinary cultivational aptitude, one would not remain unnoticed.

After a day of cultivation, Geng Jin did not continue absorbing essence but instead sat cross-legged across from the elder of the Four-Armed Tribe, humbly discussing the tribe's ancestral technique.

This was a secret art imprinted in the bloodline of the Four-Armed Tribe, with swirling silver light emerging as the four arms rotated, its power considerable.

Logically, such bloodline-heritage secret arts could only be wielded by this tribe's descendants, yet through Geng Jin's study, he believed he could imitate the essence of this art and utilize it with his two arms to create a version suitable for the Human Tribe.

The elder shared everything without reservation but held little hope that Geng Jin could mimic their ancestral art.

One must understand that an ancestral art is a secret technique forged through countless trials by powerful predecessors, engrained into bloodlines and passed down through generations.

How could a boy like Geng Jin, just stepping onto the path of cultivation, possibly replicate it?

Unfortunately, the elder underestimated Geng Jin's understanding and comprehension of the Dao.

It should be known that before his division into three bodies, Geng Jin had fused with an ultimate soul seed, becoming one with the great world, experiencing myriad Dao's principles, his capability in this aspect quite unimaginable.

Even in the alien realm, his understanding of the Dao of Heaven and Earth had not faltered, remaining exceptional.

When the elder of the Four-Armed Tribe saw Geng Jin's hands moving in a familiar posture, drawing traces of the great Dao, and spinning out a great mass of silver light, he was astounded, never expecting that the young Human Tribe cultivator before him would actually succeed.

“Truly a being of Heaven and Man.”

He couldn't help exclaiming, increasingly feeling that the Four-Armed Tribe had obtained an extraordinary treasure.

The astonishing physical power, the formidable talent for cultivation, and the innate comprehension beyond imagine…

With all these factors combined, it was hard to see how this human youth wouldn't rise to greatness. All he needed was to wait for the upcoming selection in a month's time, where he would soar, transforming from a carp into a dragon.

In the primal ancient realm, within the Great Red Heaven, an obscure valley stood, deep and tranquil, with not a sound, as though it had been silent for countless eons.

However, beyond the valley was an entirely different scene.

Silhouettes flickered, and brilliant orbs of light floated in the air, each with a powerful cultivator sitting cross-legged inside, eyes closed, serenely waiting for the valley to open.

As time passed, more and more cultivators gathered, from great powers to medium factions, all the way down to small sects and rogue cultivators, they were all present.

Their purpose was singular: the perfect fire seed sealed within the valley.

For whichever faction obtained it would secure a future True Immortal, a temptation impossible to resist, drawing all these cultivators in feverish pursuit.

Gu Wudi and Qingyue sat cross-legged, exchanging information about the happenings within the valley.

From Qingyue’s words, Gu Wudi learned many secrets, such as how, in the distant past, the Qingyue Flame once burst into existence, choosing a host, and during those years shone brightly, earning great fame.

But for unknown reasons, this once illustrious Qingyue Flame suddenly vanished from sight, with its host not even having reached the pinnacle of Immortal King before it was all abruptly over, gradually fading from memory.

This is an extremely ancient history, too long ago from now, and today only a few top factions know even fragments of it.

"Then how do you know this? Could it be that you are a descendant of the host once chosen by the Qingyue Flame?" Gu Wudi boldly speculated.

Qingyue covered her mouth with a laugh, revealing an irresistible air of immortal grace.

“You could say that. According to my master, when I was born, there was a green moon suspended in the sky above, predestined for me to have an affinity with this Qingyue Flame.

For this day, I have waited far too long.

Unfortunately, for such a perfect fire seed that can lead directly to the path of immortality, there are bound to be countless contenders. Initially, I wanted to invite my master to help, but unfortunately, he informed me that the seal only permits beings below the Dao Origin Stage to enter, leaving me to venture alone.

Nonetheless, my master also told me that merging with the Qingyue Flame is my destiny. When coming here, cast a divination, and you shall turn misfortune into blessing when the time arrives.”

Gu Wudi was silent. Clearly, the "fortune" that Master Qingyue spoke of referred to him. He was willing to take action to protect Qingyue and, in return, gain a favor from her.

He pondered that if the wheels of fate had not turned, and if he had not split himself into three to have his qi body, Gu Wudi, appear here, to whom would Qingyue's "fortune" point?

It couldn't be any ordinary beings, for they were extremely lacking in resources and would not willingly hand over the Qingyue Flame. Moreover, they wouldn't have the ability to help Qingyue fend off her rivals.

It was only possible for the heirs of those major powers.

Gu Wudi's gaze swept over the gathering of beings sitting cross-legged outside the valley. After a discreet scan, his eyes finally fixed on a lone youth.

His intuition was sharp, sensing that this young man was an exceptional power, with extraordinary talent and formidable strength, not to be underestimated.

The other prodigious youths of major powers all had elders accompanying them, making it unlikely they'd intervene for an unknown woman and willingly give up the perfect fire seed.

Only this lone traveler was unrestrained, free to act as he pleased.

"That young man seems very strong, Qingyue, do you know his origin?" Gu Wudi asked.

Hearing this, Qingyue followed Gu Wudi's gaze and saw the youth he mentioned. Her eyes sparkled, and her dark hair fluttered.

"Though I have not cultivated, my insight is not lacking. This person carries the aura of reincarnation, likely from the Supreme Hall."

"The Supreme Hall!"

Gu Wudi was surprised. He knew of this top-tier power, founded by the renowned Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King. Although this magnate was engrossed in his study of reincarnation and seldom managed the Supreme Hall, his prestige instilled fear, making the Supreme Hall undoubtedly a titan of power.

And every being emerging from the Supreme Hall was invincible in their era, at the very least ranking among the top three of the ancient realm.

"Not necessarily," Qingyue quickly interjected when she saw Gu Wudi furrowing his brows, lost in thought. "The Supreme Hall is situated in the central area of the Thirty-Three Heavens, far from the border land of the Great Red Heaven. It is unlikely that a descendant of this power would come to such a remote place."

How could Gu Wudi not grasp the implication behind her words? He chuckled, replying, "I, Gu Wudi, never go back on my word. Having promised to help you acquire the Qingyue Flame, I shall not change my mind midway.

Even if that being truly is a successor of the Supreme Hall, so what? I am eager to duel with such a master."

Having her thoughts exposed, Qingyue was not embarrassed. Instead, she tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled elegantly.

"Gu Wudi, that's quite a grand and magnificent name."

“Thank you for the compliment.”

“Indeed, there are several extraordinary figures with the surname Gu, but no Gu Immortal King has ever been known. You give off the impression not of a True Immortal's disciple, but of an Immortal King’s successor.

This is quite contradictory. Could it be that there's a Gu Immortal King unknown to me, hidden from the world? Are you, perhaps, the disciple he sent to experience the mortal world?” Upon learning Gu Wudi's name and surname, Qingyue naturally began to speculate about his origins.

“Regarding my origins, I would advise you not to guess or attempt to investigate. It's a taboo and could bring you great disaster.” Seeing her curious expression, Gu Wudi immediately issued a warning. King Geng had instructed him that no one aside from them should know about the secret of his divided self—not even close friends or confidantes. It would only be revealed to the world once his three selves reached completion and were to merge into one.

Therefore, he didn’t wish for Qingyue to dig too deeply. Yet, to Gu Wudi's surprise, Qingyue’s curiosity only intensified after hearing his caution.

“You’re right; there is indeed something terrifying about your background. But now I’m even more intrigued. Young man, you’ve successfully piqued my interest.” Qingyue smiled, casting a glance at the tortoise shell divination she had just set aside, her eyes burning with curiosity towards Gu Wudi.

“It’s not a joke. If you delve any further, you might meet your end.”

“Alright then, let’s maintain this air of mystery for now. With your talent, it’s only a matter of time before you rise, and the answers will eventually be revealed.” Seeing his serious demeanor, Qingyue shrugged and responded this way.

The two tacitly agreed and refocused the conversation back to the Qingyue Flame in the valley.

After discussing the various details, Gu Wudi closed his eyes to rest, adjusting his condition to prepare for the upcoming battle.

As time ticked by, the sky darkened. The sun had set behind the mountains, leaving the heavens dim and without light.

This night had neither moon nor starlight, casting a peculiar darkness. All the cultivators felt it, opening their eyes to gaze at the valley.

At that moment, the mist above and around the valley began to dissipate at a visible rate, as if being devoured by something.

In the darkness, a brilliant azure moon suddenly rose, ethereal and beautiful, casting a gossamer mist like a thin smoke, showering the surroundings in a holy moonlight beyond description.

These strange phenomena mesmerized the cultivators outside the valley, prompting them to cry out in amazement.

The so-called perfect flame seed is actually a cyan moon? It's unheard of.

Only a few powerful amalgamation realm figures from top-tier sects recall the origins of this perfect flame seed.

"The Azure Moon Flame! Once it was the glory of an era, then it vanished without a trace. I never thought it was hidden here," exclaimed the supreme elder of the Great Red Heaven Sect.

"The Azure Moon Flame! Anyone who fuses with it is destined for immortality. We must not miss this," said the excited elder from the Scarlet Fire Gate.

Although the ancient world is brilliant, filled with true immortals and even celestial kings, true immortals are not that numerous. Every great force requires a true immortal as a pillar, more so for medium-sized powers where a single true immortal could elevate them to the next level.

A gentle azure moon rose into the sky, stirring the waiting cultivators at the valley's outskirts into excitement and fervor.

"It's about to open. Young one, are you ready?" The azure moon smiled, blooming like a cyan lotus and illuminating the heavens.

Gu Wudi waved it off, saying, "Just hurry up. Once I've fused with the Azure Moon Flame, those geniuses will give up. Until then, I'll do my best."

As they spoke, the mist within the valley completely dispersed, revealing a gateway of light, exuding an aura of space and taboo.

"The seal is broken!"

A voice shouted, and the cultivators outside the valley sprang into action, rushing toward the gateway, eager to gain an advantage.

Initially, several young lifeforms at the root and path initiation realms successfully passed through the gateway and disappeared into the valley. However, when it came to a lifeform whose path seed had already grown into a sprout, the gateway trembled violently, emitting a terrifying cyan light.

In an instant, the sprout realm lifeform perished, leaving no trace behind.

This terrifying scene greatly intimidated the wave of rushing cultivators.

"This is..."

"Now I see, the gateway restricts based on realm. Once your path seed has sprouted, you aren't allowed in. If you force your way, you'll end up like that cultivator," they whispered among themselves.

Cultivators that surpassed the path initiation realm dared not advance, and even those at or below that realm hesitated, unwilling to gamble with their lives.

"Let's go. This is an opportunity not to be missed," murmured Gu Wudi softly, leading Qingyue through the crowd. Under the watchful eyes of all, they were the first to step through the gateway of light.

Seeing that the Gateway of Light did not emit the azure flame, other eligible cultivators finally relaxed and poured in.

“What a pity. This door only allows beings at the Dao Origin Realm and below to enter. We can't intervene, and the situation inside will become chaotic. It's possible some may take advantage of the confusion," remarked a supreme being, frowning slightly.

After all, it's a perfect fire seed, something the sect must contend for. Naturally, they hope it doesn’t fall into others' hands.