Perfect World: Dreaming Back to Immortals

At this time, the atmosphere in the Immortal Palace was not too awkward, and everyone was chatting with each other.

Wang Weng, Wuqing, Qingyue and Haoxuan sat together, talking and laughing. Laughter could be heard from time to time. Seeing their two daughters-in-law for the first time, Wang Weng and his wife were naturally overjoyed and started chatting with them.

Wengtian came a step behind. As soon as he came up, he bowed respectfully to Wang Weng and Wuqing and said, "Grandson Wengtian greets grandfather and grandmother."

The two nodded, looking at this grandson who was extremely talented, standing at the level of quasi-immortal king, and born with seven-colored pure blood, they were so happy that they couldn't stop smiling.

Once upon a time, the two wanted a child, but they had never been able to have one. After trying for several epochs, they were lucky enough to give birth to Wang Heng. At that time, Wang Heng was already an Immortal King, and the chance of giving birth to offspring was pitifully low.

Now, their own son is already a quasi-Immortal Emperor, and it would be even more difficult to have offspring. Fortunately, Wang Heng already has a successor, so there is nothing to worry about. At least there is an eternal guarantee.

As the transmitter of the three great methods, Wang Gen already knew everything. Only Wu Qing had been kept in the dark and only now learned everything.

"Gengtian, this is your Qingyue mother." Haoxuan waved towards Gentian and said this.

Upon hearing this, Gentian nodded and walked up to Qingyue.

He almost knew the origin of this "Qingyue Niang". She was the Taoist companion of his father's qi body and had always been in the primitive ancient world.

Although they had never met before, now that the three bodies of their father have become one, it is time for them to recognize each other as their relatives.

"Gengtian pays respect to Qingyue Niang."

Gentian bowed respectfully, Qingyue smiled and nodded, then said: "You and your father are really alike, as if you were carved from the same mold."

This sentence was naturally a compliment. You must know that Wang Heng today has already broken through the king realm and reached the realm of quasi-immortal emperor. He is invincible in the universe. To be similar to him is tantamount to praise.

"Mother Qingyue, you are too kind. Guangtian is far inferior to my father." Guangtian responded modestly.

On the other side, the Lord of the White Forbidden Zone was chatting and laughing with Luo Mo and Wu Xing. In the past, they were as hostile as water and fire. One was the Immortal King of the primitive ancient world, and the other two were immortal kings from foreign lands. They had been enemies for generations and could never sit together to discuss philosophy. But now, the three of them put aside their inner grudges and talked freely like old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

The reason is simple. Wang Heng is their common disciple, and he is at the supreme quasi-immortal emperor realm. In this situation, reconciliation is the only option. They also don't want to cause trouble for Wang Heng or make him embarrassed.

At this time, Wang Heng came back and entered from the main hall. He restrained his quasi-immortal emperor light, and the dense cracks on his body were covered by the immortal mist. Even the Immortal King could not see through it.

This is naturally to avoid worrying relatives and friends. The crack does look a bit scary.

However, everyone knew that Wang Heng was injured and had not recovered.

Wang Heng first came over to pay his respects to his parents and three masters, then nodded to his fellow disciples, and then looked at his two Taoist companions.

These are two women with completely different styles. Qingyue is stunningly beautiful, with a slim figure and skin as white as cream. A bright blue moon floats behind her head, casting a holy light all the time, making her look like a fairy in the sky, detached from the world. She has a sense of detachment from the world and is not tainted by the mundane world.

Haoxuan, on the other hand, is graceful and slender with a well-proportioned figure. Her long black hair falls to her waist. Both her facial features and skin color are flawless. She is a rare beauty in the world. In her rising era, she is known as one of the top ten beauties of the young generation in foreign lands.

Haoxuan's temperament is completely different from Qingyue's ethereal one. She is graceful and elegant, and has the demeanor of a mother of the country. She is a descendant of the imperial family and the wife of a tycoon. She has been like this for many years with these two titles.

Two Taoist companions, two different styles. Marrying either one of them would be a blessing in this life. Wang Heng has both of them. However, thinking of their proud and strong-willed personalities, he couldn't help but feel worried, fearing that the two of them would not get along.

However, Wang Heng's worries were obviously unnecessary. Qingyue and Haoxuan were indeed proud and strong-willed. One was a rare genius in the entire world, and the other was the jewel of the imperial family. She had a noble status and inherited Wushang's talent. Her strength was also unrivaled among her peers.

Women with such status, position, talent and achievements cannot help but be proud, and their ideas about choosing a partner will also be based on this.

If Wang Heng was just an ordinary son of an Immortal King, there would inevitably be conflicts when the two women met. However, Wang Heng was a quasi-Immortal Emperor. His three systems advanced in parallel, and he had all broken through the King Realm and became the ancestor of the three paths. With this kind of talent, ability, and strength, they would have nothing to say even if Wang Heng married two more.

In this world of gods and demons where strength is respected, strength is always the first factor.

However, the fact that the two girls can accept each other does not mean that they have no resentment towards Wang Heng.

After all, for quite a long time, they didn't know that their Taoist partners had other Taoist partners in another world. Although the Qi body and the Jing body vaguely mentioned this matter, the two girls still felt that their sincerity had been deceived by Wang Heng.

Qingyue had an intriguing smile on her face, her eyes sparkling, and she looked at Wang Heng.

"Should I call you Wudi, Wang Heng, or Hengjin?" she asked softly.

Wang Heng smiled awkwardly when he heard this.

"I also want to know what to call you from now on." Haoxuan opened her red lips and spoke, staring straight at Wang Heng.

Everyone in the hall stopped. They heard something wrong and it seemed that a good show was about to begin.

It was a rare sight to see a quasi-Immortal Emperor suffer a setback, and everyone was looking forward to it. Even Guangtian, who was the youngest and had the least say, was laughing.

His father remained calm even when facing hundreds of Dark Immortal Kings. He could destroy them all with a single glance. Even if the two ancient artifacts of origin descended, they were no match for Wang Heng.

Such a powerful and majestic existence actually has its moments of being humiliated. Thinking of this, the corners of Guantian's unkind mouth curled up slightly.

However, the next moment, his behavior was caught by Wang Heng.

Wang Heng was just worrying about having no way out, and Gentian actually bumped into him, so he naturally wouldn't be polite.

Sons are born to be beaten.

"boom!"

Gentian felt pain and couldn't help but cover his forehead, which had been damaged by Wang Heng's vicious attack and had become bruised.

"You little bastard, you dare to eat your father's melons and gloat over his misfortune. Do you think you have grown wings?

After so many years, you are still the quasi-immortal king. Have you practiced hard and seriously? Have you found the reason? You haven't been traveling, eating, drinking and having fun for more than 200,000 years, right? "As he said this, Wang Heng gave Guangtian another slap.

Gentian gasped in pain and could no longer laugh. He wanted to retort: ​​"If you weren't so strong, would I be stuck here?" But he didn't dare to, because Wang Hengke was very angry.

In the end, he could only take the beating obediently. Besides, everyone in this immortal temple was an elder, so it would not be shameful for Guangtian to get beaten.

Seeing his grandson being beaten, Wang Heng Wuqing could no longer sit still and immediately spoke out to stop it. The two could see that Hengtian was an innocent victim and was affected. After his parents spoke, Wang Heng could not continue to attack and could only turn around and face the two Taoist companions.

The two girls' eyes were sparkling, still staring at him, wanting to hear how he would answer.

Finally, Wang Heng gave the answer: "All three names are fine. They are all me."

Qingyue and Haoxuan did not continue to embarrass him. Seeing Wang Heng's embarrassed look just now, the resentment in the two girls' hearts had already disappeared without a trace.

For Wang Hengru, being pardoned was much more terrifying than facing the Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

Fortunately, Shen Shen did not marry again. As the saying goes, three women make a drama. He currently only has two, which is just right. Adding one more would be a bit bad.

Afterwards, Wang Heng informed everyone that he had important matters to attend to, and then left the Immortal Temple. When he looked back, he saw the three masters chatting and laughing harmoniously, and also saw Qingyue and Haoxuan getting along well with each other. Wang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, things were going smoothly, and he had put his mind at ease.

Next, Wang Heng did not go to look for Wuzhong and Liudao immediately, but walked to a magnificent ancient temple of reception, and the second spiritual root of the heavens, which was gradually recovering its vitality, followed closely behind him.

This is one of the spoils of the Four Realms Alliance. There are eighteen of them in total. A large number of dark immortal kings used these ancient palaces to travel through the sea of ​​​​realms and kill their way to the immortal realm.

Wang Heng wiped out all the dark immortal kings, and the eighteen ancient palaces of reception naturally became ownerless.

However, these things are still dangerous because they are related to the dark cage and can be connected to each other.

If this passage is opened, then countless crazy and powerful souls may rush out from the dark cage.

In response to this, Wang Heng took action one by one and sealed the eighteen ancient palaces of reception, temporarily cutting off that connection.

He originally wanted to follow the passage, kill his way into the dark cage, and liberate the creatures who were still conscious and imprisoned in the endless cage. However, this approach might anger the Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperor, who would regard it as a provocation, thus luring him out of seclusion and surrounding and killing Wang Heng.

At this time, Wang Heng had just made a breakthrough and his injuries had not yet healed. He was still no match for the Old Man Destroying and his men. If they fought now, Wang Heng would definitely be the one who would be suppressed.

Therefore, the most important thing he should do now is to bide his time and heal his injuries first.

In the original novel, Shi Hao went to the other side of the boundary sea alone and was besieged by three quasi-immortal emperors. Later, he was besieged by the old man of destruction and three quasi-immortal emperors from the future, a total of seven quasi-immortal emperors. This was due to the lack of information.

Since Wang Heng knew that there were four dark quasi-immortal emperors on the other side of the boundary sea, and that the old man who destroyed the world among them had even condensed a dark immortal fetus and entered the realm of the immortal emperor, he naturally would not be so stubborn as to cross the sea alone and start a war early.

It is better to stay in the heavens, continue practicing, improve your Taoism, and wait for the appearance of the second quasi-immortal emperor.

It will not be too late to take action until you are confident enough or when you have no choice but to go to war.

Thinking of this, Wang Heng took a step forward and walked into the Jieying Ancient Temple with the second spiritual root in the heavens.

The space inside is very wide and boundless, able to accommodate endless living beings.

At this moment, several supreme immortal kings had been waiting in the Jieying Ancient Temple for a long time.

The undertaker, the butcher, the chicken farmer, the incarnation of the fake medicine seller, the butcher's clansman, and Wang Heng's disciple - Qingxian.

Seeing Wang Heng coming, Qingxian, who was communicating with the butcher, immediately trotted over.

"Qingxian greets Master."

"Ah."

Wang Heng nodded, and then he brought the second strongest spiritual root in the world to the presence of several powerful Immortal Kings.

"Meet Emperor Hengtian!"

Several people were greeted.

Although they are the Emperor Light Burial King, the Supreme Immortal King, the Supreme Giant... however, compared with Wang Heng, the Supreme Quasi-Immortal Emperor, they are like dust compared to the bright moon, and are not worth mentioning.

Wang Heng waved his hand, first his eyes fell on the Second Spiritual Root in the Universe, and signaled to him. The Second Spiritual Root in the Universe understood what he meant, and directly used the Void Escape Technique to come in front of the clone who was selling fake medicine.

"Back then, my divine body used the passage to heaven and returned to ancient times in my dream. By chance, I saved its life. That cause and effect has continued until now and has come to an end." Wang Heng whispered, with reminiscence in his eyes.

The man selling fake medicine hurriedly bowed and said that the second spiritual root in the world was not his exclusive property. In fact, Wang Heng's divine body had formed the cause and effect earlier than him, and he dared not blame a quasi-immortal emperor.

Wang Heng smiled and waved his hand, not mentioning the matter again. Instead, he asked the man selling fake medicine to quickly cast a spell to split the spiritual root into six and carry the six clones again as soon as possible to avoid any problems.

The white-haired man who sold fake medicine bowed to Wang Heng in gratitude, and then after obtaining the consent of the second spiritual root in the universe, he performed the supreme method of dividing one into six.

The shining little tree immediately turned into six balls of light, one of which appeared directly behind the man selling fake medicine, dropping endless essence and light of the avenue. The other five balls of light trembled and disappeared on the spot.

After solving the problem of selling fake medicine, Wang Heng looked at the undertaker, butcher, chicken farmer and others.

The eyes of these creatures were bright and full of anticipation. They were extremely eager to break through the king realm and reach the quasi-immortal emperor realm. They had worked hard for countless epochs, but still could not see the way forward or hope.

Now, a living quasi-immortal emperor stood before them, and they were naturally eager to learn something from him.

Especially the man selling fake medicine who lives on a similar road. Like Wang Heng, he uses the clone method.

Wang Heng knew what these creatures were thinking. His face was calm and composed, and he sat down cross-legged facing them.

"Fellow Daoists, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. I will answer them all. In the heavens, having only one Quasi-Immortal Emperor is not enough. We need more. I hope you can all make a breakthrough."

Feeling the sincerity in Wang Heng's words, the butcher, the undertaker and others looked at each other, and without hesitation, they all asked Wang Heng for advice.

Wang Heng really did as he said, he told them everything he knew, tried his best to help them, and told them about his experience in opening up the system, and told them every detail of the process of defeating the king and becoming the emperor...

He very much hoped that a quasi-immortal emperor could emerge from among the butchers. In this way, in terms of the number of quasi-immortal emperors, the heavens would not be inferior to the dark side.

(End of this chapter)