Perfect World: Dreaming Back to Immortals

"What happened in Soul River?"

In the floating soil of the Four Poles, a Taoist Patriarch spoke in surprise.

Beside them, there were several Daozu-level creatures, also with solemn expressions on their faces.

In their perception, the Soul River disappeared out of thin air, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not find the coordinates of the Soul River at this moment.

"Hasn't the entire universe been completely destroyed? There shouldn't be any enemies left." A Taoist ancestor spoke.

"It's not that simple. The Soul River has existed since ancient times and has a causal relationship with places like ours. How could it disappear so easily?"

In the Heavenly Emperor's burial pit, the horrific corpses suddenly opened their eyes and sensed the disappearance of the Soul River.

In the underworld, at the end of the ancient reincarnation road, there were living beings muttering to each other, with terrifying eyes, looking towards the direction of the sea of ​​blood.

"Wushang, do I need to report this to Lord Lu Jin?"

"Let's go and take a look first. There should be nothing wrong with the Soul River. The world has become a ruin, and all the enemies have been put on the altar." The creatures in the underworld whispered.

Not only the underworld, but also the floating earth of the four poles and the burial pit of the Emperor of Heaven are the same.

The three outposts all prepared to go to the place where the Soul River disappeared.

They didn't know why Hunhe wanted to go to the sea of ​​blood. When Guiyi Lu Jin gave the order, he only informed Hunhe.

However, the success of the Black Festival made the three outposts of the strange tribes very confident at this moment. They believed that there was no danger in the world and they were all shrouded in the killing of the strange tribes.
Therefore, they were not afraid and directly extended their tentacles.

"Buzz!"

In the sea of ​​blood, above the isolated island, in the void, an inexplicable and strange wind blew, accompanied by endless dust.

Afterwards, a blurry road emerged, and a group of indescribable creatures appeared on this road. Each of them was extremely terrifying and were all supreme beings at the level of Dao Ancestor.

The burial pit of the Emperor of Heaven also came over, and a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood was slowly reflected. It was an indescribable burial pit, with the Emperor of Heaven bleeding in it and corpses lying at the bottom of the burial pit.

The sound of reincarnation murmured and echoed between heaven and earth. A road of reincarnation leading to the afterlife swept in and lay across the sea of ​​blood.

Three mysterious outposts gathered on the Blood Sea Island to explore the cause of the disappearance of the Soul River.

More than a dozen Daozu-level creatures met each other. Each one was indescribable and extremely strange, emitting an ominous aura.

"This is where the River of Souls disappears."

"Well, something is unusual. It seems that there is no grand festival held in this world."

"Well, there are so many ancient worlds in the world, it's not surprising that some of them slipped through the net. Soul River should have passed through this channel and entered the other side of the world."

"Let's go over there and provide support quickly. If the power of Soul River is not enough, that would be bad."

More than a dozen Dao Ancestors were whispering and discussing here.

Most Dao Ancestors advocated sending support directly over to prevent the Soul River from being insufficiently powerful and being defeated by the world on the other side of the channel, thus falling into crisis.

There were also a small number of Dao Ancestors who felt that this matter should be reported to the Weird Road. They always felt that something was fishy.

Generally speaking, the four major outposts act together, and even if they want to work alone, they will notify each other. But this time, Soul River did not send out any information, which made people suspicious.

“The adults have returned to the plateau at the end of the road, so we should not disturb them. I think we can take action.

"The four major forces attack together. Unless they encounter a creature of the Road Ending level, who can resist them?"

"Yes, this world should be the lower world of the world called Shangcang. The resources are scarce, and it is the best that Daozu-level creatures can be born. It is impossible for Lujin to give birth to them."

After a dozen Dao Ancestors discussed with each other, they finally decided not to disturb the end of the strange road. The power of the four outposts was enough to deal with the world at the end of the passage.

As a result, the Daozu-level creatures from the three major forces took action one after another, and like the Soul River before, they extended their tentacles into the passage, trying to explore the situation on the other side of the passage first.

In the Immortal Emperor's restricted area, on Diaoyutai, Wang Heng sensed all of this, and he smiled and shook his head.

Things turned out just as he expected. After the strange tribe held the Black Sacrifice, they were very confident. Even though they didn't know the situation in this world, they dared to come and test it.

If they knew the power of Perfect World, they would never use the method of Calabash Brothers saving his grandfather.

Wang Heng did not hesitate to test the three strange outposts, and acted directly. With the terrifying power of the strongest sacrifice, he hooked the tentacles of the three major forces with the fishhook, took control of everything in an instant, and then pulled hard.

"what?"

"what happened?"

"Oops."

……

More than a dozen strange Taoist ancestors felt cold all over, froze in place, unable to move, all changed color, and made strange noises.

In a blink of an eye, the three major forces followed the fate of Soul River and were completely packaged and lured into the Perfect World.

Only a section of the most ancient reincarnation path in the direction of the ancient underworld was spared. That was the path that the owner of the bronze coffin walked, and then it became the reincarnation path.

Wang Heng did not touch that section of the road. Since it involved the sacrificial path, it was naturally not that simple.

Looking at the three strange outposts that were fished up, Wang Heng smiled slightly. He could add three more copies to the spiritual world.

"This is……"

A dozen strange Taoist ancestors looked at the scene in front of them, too shocked to speak. The terrifying power that controlled them at that moment actually came from an unimaginable creature, who held a fishing rod and dragged them into this world like fish.

"How is it possible? This inconspicuous corner actually hides such a terrifying world." A Dao Ancestor was terrified, because with just a glance, he saw at least a dozen Road-End-level creatures.

This is more than the number of all the creatures in the strange tribe, which is really unimaginable.

Who would have thought that while the Black Festival was in full swing, there was a world that was developing in an unknown corner, and it had grown to a level that made even the strange tribes tremble.

This is outrageous, even if they had ten brains they couldn't figure it out.

"Where is the Soul River? Has it disappeared?" Someone asked, looking for the whereabouts of the Soul River.

You know, among the four outposts, the strongest creature is only Daozu, and any one of them can be destroyed if he comes to kill him.

Now, with so many roads ending here, Soul River is likely to be in great danger.

"Soul River? You will be reunited soon." Wang Heng said with a smile.

Before these Dao Ancestors could react, they felt dizzy and when they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a vast dark space.

"The River of Souls is there. It has not yet died."

A Taoist ancestor saw the familiar long river. Wherever the souls of the heavens fell and the world was destroyed, the shadow of the Soul River appeared.

But now, it was imprisoned here, and Wang Heng used his great power to copy many of them for the Taoists of the Perfect World to train their troops. At this moment, Hunhe was no longer alone, and had three friends to accompany him.

Wang Heng followed the same method and reproduced the burial pit of the Emperor of Heaven, the floating earth of the four poles, and the ancient underworld. He projected a large area and then opened it to the spiritual world.

In the spiritual world, in the area where Daozu is located, a large number of Daozu-level creatures are coming in and out, forming teams to brush the Soul River copy. Not only do they form teams of three, they also bring some familiar Immortal Kings to brush it together.

With the projection performed by Wang Heng, there is no need to queue up to play the Soul River copy, you can go at any time.

Just as everyone was busy clearing the Soul River copy, several rows of golden ancient characters appeared above the spiritual world.

The quasi-immortal emperors stopped what they were doing and looked towards the golden ancient characters.

"Hmm? Three new copies?"

After reading the ancient characters, everyone was pleasantly surprised. It was undoubtedly a good thing to be able to understand the opponent in advance before the final battle. Having a Soul River copy was already good, but if three more new copies could be added, it would be even better.

"The Burial Pit of the Heavenly Emperor... Could it be that the Heavenly Emperor was buried here?" After seeing the four big words "The Burial Pit of the Heavenly Emperor", the group of quasi-immortal emperors instantly felt an invisible sense of oppression coming over them.

The reason is simple. Over the years, the name of Emperor Hengtian has become too popular, causing many supreme powers to regard the word "Emperor" as a taboo. Few creatures dare to call themselves Emperors of Heaven. Those who can call themselves Emperors of Heaven must be terrifying creatures at the level of Immortal Emperors.

Therefore, when they see the four words "Heavenly Emperor Burial Pit", they will unconsciously feel a chill on their backs and a tingling on their scalps.

Did even a powerful person like the Emperor of Heaven fall? Buried in this huge pit.

"Four poles floating soil."

The second new copy is called Four Pole Floating Earth. The name doesn’t reveal anything special, but since it can be listed as a Daozu-level copy, it must not be that simple.

"Ancient Underworld."

Someone read out the name of the third new copy, a place that reminds people of reincarnation and death.

"Do things like the underworld and reincarnation really exist? What is the meaning of adding the word "ancient" in front of the underworld? Could it be the oldest underworld in the world?"

The Taoist ancestors were shocked and confused, and were guessing.

Finally, the golden ancient characters informed all the Dao Ancestors of the various conditions for entering the copy, and then disappeared without a trace.

Next, it was time for the Daozus to form teams. Most of them had already cleared the Soul River and were very interested in the three new dungeons, and they couldn’t wait any longer.

In the dim space, Heixuelu noticed the emergence of three major outposts. He breathed a sigh of relief and hope emerged in his heart.

The four major outposts have appeared. Is the end of the mysterious road or the ancestor of the plateau still far away?
This means that this perfect world is not far from being destroyed by the strange tribe.

"Have you been beaten stupid? Why are you laughing to yourself there?" On the other side of the Black Blood Road, the Sword Emperor spoke coldly, and terrifying sword energy was gushing out from all the pores on his body. Each sword energy could easily cut through the physique of an Immortal Emperor-level creature.

The Black Blood Road was completely submerged in the sword energy, and his body was covered with sword wounds. In an instant, black blood splattered and he was almost chopped into pieces.

He sucked in a breath of cold air, his whole body in great pain, but Heixuelujin was laughing, thinking to himself: "You guys won't be so arrogant for much longer, just wait, one day I will return all the humiliation you suffered today."

"He's really been beaten silly. Even in this state, he's still smiling." The Sword Emperor frowned slightly.

Then he came to a conclusion.

"It seems that we still don't fight enough."

Years pass, and thousands of years go by in a flash.

On the plateau, Weird Road slowly opened his eyes, and after giving orders to Soul River, he closed his eyes and took a short nap.

A thousand years pass in a short rest.

However, after a full thousand years, there was still no news from the Soul River, which made Guiyi Lu Jin a little surprised.

He stood up on the spot, his eyes majestic, looking at the world across the endless sea of ​​sacrifice.

If it is a normal road end, the vision cannot be that far and it is impossible to pass through the sacrificial sea. However, the strange road end has coordinates and special means.

His eyes fell on the isolated island. As time passed and the river surged, he saw scenes from the past.

Soul River did enter that passage, but was dragged in by an unknown force and disappeared.

This made Guiyi Lu Jin frown. It was obvious that there must be something fishy on the other side of the passage. To be able to pull the entire Soul River in instantly, it must be at least a Lu Jin level creature.

What surprised him was that after the Soul River, three more outposts followed one after another to explore the passage.

As a result, without exception, no one was spared. All were imprisoned by that force and then pulled in.

"Could it be that the creature escaped the erosion of the original black blood and was reborn in Nirvana?" he said to himself.

Back then, he and another creature helped Black Blood Road and tricked the Corpse Immortal Emperor. They thought that the Corpse would never be able to turn over, but unexpectedly, things turned out to be different.

“That should be it. The high priest fell into that world and was controlled by that creature.

However, there was no response from the Plateau Ancestral Land, which means the chief priest is still alive, but trapped. "He continued to analyze.

Eventually, this Lu Jin creature came to the conclusion that after Black Blood Lu Jin entered that world, he was ambushed by corpses that broke free from the darkness, suffered severe injuries, and was unable to escape for help.

The four strange outposts fell one after another, but were all suppressed by the corpses.

This is the most reasonable speculation.

“Hmph, the centipede is still alive even after death. It seems that we must take action.” The strange Lu Jin decided to call on several other lightly dormant Lu Jin-level creatures to go together to support the main priest, kill the Corpse Immortal Emperor, and complete the last part of the Black Sacrifice.

As for informing the sleeping ancestor of this matter, he had never thought about it.

The ancestor of the highlands could sleep for endless years, and he couldn't afford to be disturbed rashly.

Soon, this strange figure contacted help.

He himself belongs to the white tribe, looks like a flying zombie, and is covered with white hair, which is quite scary.

The helpers he contacted were Red Hair Lu Jin and Gray Blood Lu Jin.

The three Lujin-level creatures attacked at the same time. Even if the Corpse Immortal Emperor broke free from the erosion of darkness and was extremely powerful, he would not be able to resist. What's more, the Black Blood Lujin was still there and had not fallen.

"You two, we should act quickly. We can't let anything happen to the chief priest and alarm the ancestor." Baimao Lujin said.

Red-haired Lu Jin and Gray-blooded Lu Jin nodded.

The chief priest is in charge. This is a serious matter. If an accident really happens, it will inevitably alarm the sleeping ancestor, and then they will all be held accountable.

The three major groups reached a consensus and set out immediately, leaving the plateau and crossing the Ji Sea.

(End of this chapter)