Perfect World: Dreaming Back to Immortals

Such words were heard in the Jieying Ancient Temple from an extremely tall figure, standing like an ancient demon mountain, with blood-red eyes, like two blood moons, shocking everyone.

He is not a multi-headed monster, but a dark creature in the true sense. He was born in the ancient dark kingdom, where he was born and rose there. Eventually, he turned into a supreme immortal king and became one of the rulers of the dark kingdom.

In the entire Dark Heaven, except for the Supreme Lord of Heaven, the Emperor of Darkness, the top Immortal King like him is the most powerful one, ruling over the boundless territory and having countless dark creatures under his command.

This time, the Nine-Headed Monster passed on the message and informed the Dark Kingdom that two creatures who had the potential to defeat the king and become emperors had appeared in the heavens and all realms, which attracted the attention of the Dark Kingdom. This creature didn't quite believe it at first, but now, after witnessing Gu Wudi with his own eyes, he believed it.

Gu Wudi was not the only supreme immortal king outside of the darkness that he had seen. There were many, and there was more than one at the end of the other side of the sea of ​​​​boundaries. However, none of them had the aura of Gu Wudi.

The perfection of the Qi Refining System not only pushed his cultivation to the pinnacle, but also transformed Gu Wudi's temperament, making him transcendent and otherworldly. It's hard to explain, it's just a feeling.

But for the Immortal King in the pinnacle realm, "feeling" is something that cannot be disbelieved.

Therefore, the ruler of the dark kingdom had a cold look in his eyes and was full of murderous intent. He was determined to nip Gu Wudi in the bud and shatter his dream of becoming an emperor.

"Eighteen ancient palaces of reception, you really think highly of us." Gu Wudi chuckled and shook his head. He was not scared by the wolves surrounding him.

“In fact, just one is enough to destroy your so-called fairyland. If all eighteen are present, you can die without regrets.” The ruler of the dark kingdom spoke majestically.

"Haha, it's still unknown who will win." Gu Wudi sneered.

The next moment, a shocking roar came from the Jieying Ancient Temple, shaking the heaven and the earth.

It was a huge and extremely ferocious monster with many heads, shadowy figures, and densely packed heads. Its aura was so powerful that it was almost the same as the ruler of the dark kingdom.

Gu Wudi narrowed his eyes and saw at a glance that the creature had nineteen heads and was covered with green scales, looking hideous and terrifying.

"Nineteen-headed monster?"

He whispered to himself.

Afterwards, nineteen monsters came out. Each of its nineteen heads was different. There was a dragon head in the middle, and on both sides there were white tiger heads, pixiu heads, taotie heads... and so on. It was quite shocking.

Its body is that of a dragon, with a powerful physique. It coiled and danced there, causing the void to shatter layer by layer, which was simply unable to bear it.

Its body was too huge, with the smallest scales being as big as the sun, moon and stars. Its eyes alone were as big as planets. The power emanating from its body was so terrifying that even the Immortal King felt suffocated.

This creature is not from the dark kingdom, but an existence that has been imprisoned in a dark cage for endless years. They are not a single creature, but a group.

Their souls were imprisoned in a dark cage, and they experienced endless years of torture, devouring each other. Now they have a chance to follow the army of darkness and march towards the heavens to fight against the light.

At this moment, it took action, trying to tear apart Gu Wudi's clone that was blocking the dark army's path.

Nineteen heads attacked together with such power that it was unparalleled. In terms of strength, it was not much different from Gu Wudi's original body.

Knowing that he was just a clone and could not defeat the opponent, Gu Wudi did not fight with this fused monster. He looked coldly at the hideous 19-headed monster, then exchanged glances with the ruler of the dark kingdom. Then, he disintegrated on his own, turned into a wisp of gas, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The nineteen-headed monster missed its target, and its huge claws grabbed the sand without leaving any mark.

It was slightly stunned, and the dragon head in the middle showed a solemn expression.

“What a Gu Wudi! His system is astonishing and his Taoism is supreme. If he were given some more time, he might really be able to defy the heavens, break through the king realm and become an emperor. It’s a pity that he doesn’t have this opportunity.” The ruler of the dark kingdom sighed lightly, and then ordered the nineteen monsters to return to the ancient palace. The army continued to march forward and headed straight for their destination.

Soon, eighteen huge monsters crossed the sand and passed through the thunder abyss. No longer restrained by anything, they charged towards the small group of heavens where the fairyland was located.

Although the fairyland at this moment realized it late, it had already known the news of the impending catastrophe. The eighteen ancient palaces of reception took extremely hidden routes and were difficult to observe from the dam world.

Therefore, the kings of the fairyland have made arrangements in the dam world. Once the enemy arrives, they will issue an early warning to let the fairyland know.

The moment the warning was triggered, it was like dropping a huge rock weighing billions of pounds into the calm fairyland, causing a huge wave.

The entire fairyland was shaking. From the Immortal King in seclusion to the lowest-level human cultivators, without exception, all of them had their hair standing on end and their backs felt cold. It seemed as if an indescribable behemoth was approaching, opening its bloody mouth to devour everything.

"Is the dark wave finally coming?" Wang Heng, the supreme immortal king who was sitting cross-legged in the Hengwang Palace, the number one in the immortal realm, the leader of the three realms, opened his eyes. A bolt of lightning shot out from his pupils, cutting through the past and the present, and going to the distant river of years, as if to break through time and see eternity.

One hundred thousand years was too short. Wang Heng weighed the pros and cons and ultimately decided not to rashly embark on the path to becoming an emperor. This path was too dangerous. Throughout history, countless immortal kings had died tragically on the road, and only a few survived. Even if they survived, they would be seriously injured and would need a long time to recuperate.

Wang Heng had no time to try and make mistakes. Darkness was coming, and as the leader of the three realms, he must not fall. Otherwise, morale would plummet and he would have no chance of winning against the darkness.

After waiting for a hundred thousand years, the day that would decide his fate had finally arrived. He stood up from his cross-legged sitting position, and the terror of the supreme immortal king swept across the world like a tide, spreading throughout the immortal realm.

At this moment, all the creatures in the fairyland looked in the direction of the Hengwang Universe in shock. There, a spiritual Dharma image reached the sky and the earth, becoming the center of the world. The avenue of heaven and earth turned into a waterfall, hanging down beside him. The sun, moon and stars turned into a long river, winding around him. Moreover, the power of time was so dense that he seemed to not belong to this ancient history.

"King Heng!"

At this moment, no matter whether it is the creatures in the fairyland, the creatures in the primitive ancient world, or the undertakers sleeping in the ancient coffin, they are all chanting the true name of this majestic creature.

He is too powerful. Throughout the history of the Three Realms, there are very few creatures who can be compared with Wang Heng. They are all famous people, such as butchers and chicken farmers. None of them is a simple person. They have all made an invincible reputation in the vast sea of ​​​​the world.

On the other side, Gu Wudi of the primitive ancient world was also not to be outdone, and his invincible Dharma image rose from the ground. This was the originator of the Qi Refining System. Both his physical body and his spirit were impeccably powerful. His magic power was even more unique and boundless. He was a completely all-round warrior, invincible at the same level.

Since his debut, Gu Wudi has never tasted defeat in a battle with opponents of the same level. To be precise, he has always been on the rise and is a leader in this field, which is rare in history.

Now, Gu Wudi has also become the supreme Immortal King. Naturally, he is also the leader of the Three Realms, and together with Wang Heng of the Immortal Realm, he commands the armies of the Three Realms.

"Invincible Emperor!"

Countless creatures chanted the honorable name of Gu Wudi and cast fanatical glances at him.

Two supreme immortal kings are in charge of the immortal realm. This is the most glorious moment in the immortal realm since the time when the little emperor came to heaven. It is simply unprecedented.

Against the backdrop of the impending wave of darkness, two supreme beings were born and suppressed the human world with their supreme power, which undoubtedly gave the cultivators of the three realms a reassurance.

Everyone believed that with the two of them there, the dark creatures would not be able to get in anyway.

"My fellow Taoists, wake up and fight with me." Wang Heng's eyes were shining like two dark suns, illuminating the world. He was calling out to the Immortal King of the Immortal Realm who was still in seclusion, to prepare to fight against the darkness.

One after another, tall and majestic figures awakened from their meditation and enlightenment, stood up, and walked out of the cave with all their skills.

In just a moment, dozens of incomparably huge Laws of Heaven and Earth appeared in various places in the Fairyland, standing tall and straight, spanning the universe, attracting all living beings in the Fairyland to worship them.

How is it possible to see so many Immortal Kings under normal circumstances?

Even when the uninhabited area of ​​the fairyland was invaded by the dark camp, all living beings had never seen so many fairy king-level powerful people. This time is different. The fate of the fairyland is at stake. Life or death depends on this battle. Even the fairy king who is in seclusion at the critical moment must put down the things at hand and fight against the darkness.

The same was true for Gu Wudi. As his call spread throughout the vast uninhabited area, several of the Ten Evils from the primitive ancient world, the Four Kings of the Border, and several top immortal kings and others came out one after another, and the huge fluctuations shocked the world.

When the Immortal King is born, the terrifying energy and blood power alone is enough to illuminate the sea of ​​stars red, shatter the stars into dust, and cause chaos in the heaven and earth.

In the burial area, the towering tombs that reached the sky trembled slightly. In the huge coffins buried inside, ancient creatures from different eras woke up from their sleep and half-sat up from their pretend-to-lie positions.

The tombs of the burial kings who like light are more sacred than the Taoist temples of the Immortal Kings. All kinds of immortal lights are flying, immortal music is pleasant to the ears, auspicious beasts are singing, creating a scene of a treasure land of immortals.

As the Burial King woke up, these large tombs burst out with extremely bright fairy light, which turned into rain of light and fell on the earth, as if a fairy was about to be born.

Seeing this scene, the immortal realm cultivators could not help but swallow their saliva. Is this really the cave residence and retreat place of the burial king of the funeral master lineage? It is even more sacred than the immortal realm immortal king's.

For a moment, they couldn't tell who was the real immortal cultivator.

Fortunately, there was a branch of the Burial King who ruthlessly interrupted the imagination of all living beings. Over the dark red tombs one after another, black fog was surging, filled with deathly aura, weird and terrifying, making the immortal realm cultivators' souls shudder.

When the branch burial king walked out of the big tomb, black fog immediately lingered around him and an ominous aura spread. The cultivators from the fairyland were so frightened by seeing such a horrifying scene that they didn't even dare to breathe.

The Immortal Kings of the Immortal Realm, the Kings of the Primitive Ancient Realm, the Kings of the Burial Realm... the kings of the three realms gathered together, and the number alone reached hundreds of people. There was no doubt that this was a force so huge that it was terrifying.

Even the foreign land that has dominated the ages is nothing in front of the coalition forces of the three realms. Once they attack the foreign land, they will be unstoppable and sweep across all directions.

However, in addition to the Immortal King, the foreign land also has the ancient artifact of origin, a powerful weapon. If the coalition forces of the three realms break into the foreign land and provoke the ancient artifact of origin, they will inevitably suffer heavy losses. The death light beams emitted by this thing are difficult for even the supreme giants to withstand, let alone others.

Therefore, having a large population does not mean that one can do whatever they want. There is a reason why foreign lands can exist for so many eras.

In addition to hundreds of Immortal King-level powerful beings, creatures of other levels also appeared one after another, adjusting their states to their peak, preparing for a desperate fight with the dark army.

The majestic World Tree stands in the center of the fairyland, with its branches extending towards various universe groups. The leaves are dense and lush, and each leaf is infinitely large. Each leaf holds a star, and is filled with rich chaotic energy.

In this battle, the power of the World Tree is too insignificant. Whether it fights or not, it will not have any impact. On the contrary, it is likely to be eroded by dark matter and turned into a dark world tree. Therefore, the kings unanimously decided that the only mission of the World Tree in this battle is to stabilize the mountains and rivers of the fairyland and do its best to support the battle of the fairy king level.

Of course, the kings did not set any goals for it. There are eighteen ancient reception palaces, and there are countless dark immortal kings. There are hundreds of immortal kings in the fairyland alone. You can imagine how magnificent this battle is. It is almost impossible to protect the fairyland with only one world tree. No matter what, just do your best.

The entire fairyland was in motion. Those once prosperous and bustling fairy king cities became deserted in the blink of an eye. Countless cultivators, with a passion to defend the fairyland, boarded the cold starry sky battleships, bid farewell to their homeland, and headed towards the border.

In the ancient Taoist tradition, whether it was the old immortal with white hair and beard, the middle-aged monk who used to be the leader of the Taoist tradition, or the young people who were full of vigor and youth, they all hurriedly bid farewell to their relatives and friends and rushed to the front line.

Everyone knows that this trip may very likely mean separation of life and death. If it were an ordinary war, how could the kings of the fairyland allow troops to be stationed in the other two worlds?

Affecting the three realms, this is destined to be an endless catastrophe.

Many creatures watched the important people in their lives go away and were thrown into this catastrophe, and could not help but burst into tears. After the battle, how many creatures could return alive? It was even unclear whether the fairyland could survive this disaster.

The cultivators of the primitive ancient world have been stationed in the fairyland for 100,000 years. Many creatures have taken root in the fairyland and traveled to the fairy gates in the border areas with the determination and sigh of death.

On one side of the burial area, there is a long river formed by ancient coffins, rushing endlessly towards the border.

The setting sun seemed to herald the decline of this ancient world and its twilight years.

(End of this chapter)