Perfect World: Dreaming Back to Immortals

"Victory!"

Everyone was excited.

At this point, the ten great ancestors of the strange tribe, the ten Dao ancestors, and the large groups of Dao ancestors were all suppressed or killed by the Perfect World.

On the Golden World Tree, countless ancient worlds were filled with sounds of joy.

However, Wang Heng and Shi Hao did not smile. Instead, their faces were extremely heavy and gloomy.

Somewhere in the dark, a creepy feeling emerged in their hearts, as if a huge shadow covered the sky and enveloped everything.

"Senior Brother, is this the chess player you mentioned?" Shi Hao spoke, his eyes gazing into the vast universe outside the Perfect World. He could feel that this ominous feeling came from there.

Wang Heng nodded.

"When all the chess pieces on the board have been eaten, the player has to step down himself." He answered calmly, having expected this moment to come.

Wang Heng did not retreat. The moment he killed the last ancestor, he was locked in by a supreme will. There was no point in leaving.

"I will join forces with my senior brother. At worst, we can still hold out against them for a period of time. Once the sacrificial seeds on our side grow up, we will be able to reverse the situation." Shi Hao said.

He held the wild sword in his hand, and the power of sacrifice was released from his whole body. Even his hair was a bright golden color, and he was so powerful that it was incomparable.

However, Wang Heng shook his head.

"Junior brother, I'm sorry, this time... you can't fight alongside me."

The ten great ancestors have died, and next, Gao Yuan Yi will take action personally. This is something that the ten great ancestors alone cannot compare to.

It is very easy for Gaoyuan Will to create a creature of the level of the Ancestor. Under the permafrost that never melts, there are countless ancient corpses buried. By then, there will be endless enemies coming out. If Shi Hao stays and stands shoulder to shoulder with Wang Heng, the only ending will be death and fall.

Wang Heng also wanted to escape far away with the endless civilization of the perfect world and his relatives and friends. If possible, he would not stay to fight this fatal battle.

However, Gao Yuan's will locked onto him. This was a force that surpassed the Dao of Sacrifice and there was no solution. Between Wang Heng and Shi Hao, it chose Wang Heng.

Because of his insight into the past, present and future, Wang Heng is regarded as the man behind the scenes and the leader of the perfect camp.

Shi Hao was about to say something but stopped himself. He couldn't bear to watch Wang Heng fight alone, nor did he want to.

However, out of his conviction for his senior brother Wang Heng, Shi Hao did not refute him, but only asked Wang Heng the reason.

“Countless years ago, a being who was beyond the Way of Sacrifice once lived on that plateau, and finally died on that plateau. His ashes gave rise to the plateau, endowing it with qualities beyond the Way of Sacrifice, and giving birth to some hazy will.

The so-called ancestors are nothing more than pawns of this will. The plateau will is the ultimate black hand. As long as it wants, it can create a group of ancestors in an instant. Whether you stay or not, it cannot change the outcome.

Go, take the Golden World Tree with you, and escape into the endless turbulence of time and space, and keep the last hope." Wang Heng said calmly.

At this moment, he felt neither fear nor indignation, but instead an unprecedented peace.

Dreaming of the ancient fairyland, he started as a ten-year-old boy, rose all the way up, and fought his way to where he is now. He did not belong to this world, but was like a butterfly, flapping its wings, bringing endless changes to this world.

He made the ancient immortals last forever and changed the fate of being ended. He made the foreign lands evolve peacefully and did not dissipate or turn into the dust of history. He made the immortal lands united and fought against the darkness. He facilitated the alliance of the four realms. He strangled the Great Reckoning in a cage and unified the heavens. He pacified the black disaster and opened up a perfect world. He passed down the Qi Refining Method, which had a far-reaching impact on future generations...

One by one, Wang Heng did what he thought was right and persisted until the end. Perhaps death will eventually come, but he has left his footprints, which are the endless legends about Emperor Hengtian.

The only thing that Wang Heng was reluctant to leave was his relatives and friends. Unfortunately, time did not allow it and he didn't even have time to say goodbye for the last time.

He was afraid that Gao Yuan would affect these people as well.

Sure enough, in the endless distance, a vast and boundless plateau emitted a terrifying whistling sound, and the chess player was finally about to make a move.

Wang Heng sighed lightly, turned around and faced the endless darkness. Holding a halberd in his hand, he killed the evil spirits and demons in the sky, leaving only a lonely and majestic back to the world. At this moment, he was like a towering mountain, blocking the torrent and holding up the sky for the creatures in the perfect world.

"Senior brother..."

Looking at Wang Heng's back, Shi Hao's eyes became moist. He really wanted to stay and fight side by side with his brother, but his reason told him that it was time to go.

A momentary impulse will only result in all the creatures on the Golden World Tree being left behind to be buried with it.

"Take care of yourself."

Shi Hao said goodbye in a low voice, turned around with tears in his eyes, and returned to the World Tree.

In the endless ancient world of the Golden World Tree, countless creatures watched Emperor Huang Tian shed tears and turned back, and vaguely guessed everything in their hearts.

At this moment, all souls cried bitterly, and countless creatures shouted the name of Emperor Hengtian. That voice penetrated the past, present and future, and echoed in every corner of the long river of time.

"Heng'er!"

On a golden leaf, tears were already glistening in Wang Gen and Wu Qing's eyes. They were crying and laughing at the same time, with sadness yet also pride and honor.

They really owed this son so much. They let him travel the three realms alone at the age of ten. He should have been the prince of the Immortal King, the center of attention, enjoying the spotlight, but he was walking alone on the rugged and bumpy road.

Whenever he thought of this, Wang Gen would feel endless self-blame in his heart.

Fortunately, Wang Heng worked hard and surpassed his teacher, thus achieving the supreme reputation of Emperor Hengtian.

It’s a pity that our separation came so quickly that we didn’t even have time to say goodbye.

"Invincible..."

The Lord of the Forbidden Zone sat beside a chessboard, dressed in flowing white and looking extremely handsome. Two Taoist children stood behind him, and two cups of tea were placed on the chessboard.

One cup was in front of the Lord of the restricted area, and the other cup was placed opposite, facing the direction where Wang Heng left. The cups were steaming, the rules of the avenue were boiling, the golden weapons and iron horses were overwhelming, telling of the picturesque landscape and the splendor of the ancient immortals, but also telling of the tragedy of the prosperous times and the sorrow of the emperor's fall.

He was still used to calling Wang Heng's qi body by his name, and would never forget the day when Gu Wudi entered the Cross Yin-Yang Forbidden Zone.

"Genjin!"

Luo Mo and Wu Xing called out the name of Wang Heng's spirit body, and they couldn't help but recall the past when a human boy carried the auspicious picture of dragon and phoenix on his back and enrolled in the War God Academy...

Two immortal kings once fought for this disciple, and in the end, both of them became his masters.

They watched Wang Heng grow up and mature, and gave him endless support along the way. After Wang Heng rose up, he also gave them unimaginable rewards. When Wang Heng's three bodies merged into one, the two immortal kings were shocked, but they never had any hostility towards him, even though Wang Heng came from the primitive ancient world.

"Can we still hear you call us Master?" Luo Mo and Wu Xing felt sad and wanted to go back to those unforgettable years.

"Husband."

Qingyue and Haoxuan stood side by side, one had an extraordinary temperament, pure and elegant, like a fairy walking out of a painting, the other was graceful, stunningly beautiful, and the mother of the country. They were Wang Heng's two emperors and empresses, and watching Wang Heng walking alone and fighting against the enemies alone, they instantly burst into tears, their hearts ached, and they only hated that they were not strong enough to be by his side.

"Father!"

Gentian called out softly. At this moment, he was blaming himself for not being able to stand by his father's side and fight alongside him.

"Senior brother..."

"Junior brother..."

The Thunder Emperor, who had already become the most powerful being, and Augu and Ruofeng from the Cross Yin-Yang Forbidden Zone...Bi Yu, Dugu Che, Shi Yi and others, all watched Wang Heng go away.

The strong men from the four realms, namely the fairy realm, the primitive ancient realm, the alien realm, and the burial realm, are all reminiscing about the glorious years in the past. It was the story of the rise of a young man who was divided into three parts, and it was a myth and legend of an unrivalled genius dominating the three realms.

The corpses, the footprint emperor, and all the living beings that walked out of Wang Heng's body, all silently chanted Wang Heng's name in their hearts, hoping to see this majestic figure again in the future.

"Boom!"

Shi Hao took action. Under the power of sacrifice, the Golden World Tree rose from the ground. The entire tree was glowing, spewing out endless chaotic energy.

He swung the wild sword and slashed it with great force. The sword light was so magnificent. This sword involved time, fate, cause and effect, and it would cut off everything.

At the same time, the halberd in Wang Heng's hand also slashed violently in that direction. The halberd's light was blazing, and it was filled with an aura that surpassed the way of sacrifice.

With a halberd and a sword, all traces of the Golden World Tree remaining in this world were cut off, and then, a golden light flashed and disappeared.

Shi Hao, the Golden World Tree, and countless creatures in the perfect world all disappeared and rushed into the endless turbulence of time and space. Even Gaoyuan Will and the Ancestor could not be found.

Wang Heng also encountered his enemies. They were a group of real evil spirits, extremely ancient. They had disheveled hair and looked like zombies. They were wearing ancient costumes from an unknown era. They bared their fangs and claws and rushed towards Wang Heng.

Each of them possesses the power of the ancestor level and is at the sacrificial level.

There were dozens of them in front of Wang Heng alone. Tall and terrifying black shadows were walking towards this side. The situation was extremely terrifying.

The so-called Seven Ancestors Going Down to the Plateau is nothing compared to this scene.

All the mummies and evil spirits come from that majestic plateau, which is covered with a layer of mist all year round, so thick that it cannot be dispelled.

It was not until Wang Heng and Shi Hao took action and killed the ten ancestors that the mist dissipated for the first time. Then Gao Yuan's will awakened and directly locked onto Wang Heng.

Next, the plateau cracked, and a large number of corpses rushed out from under the eternal permafrost. Under the influence of the primordial matter, they became terrifying and powerful beings at the same level as the ancestor. Then, driven by the will of the plateau, they killed Wang Heng.

"puff!"

Wang Heng swung the halberd in his hand, expressionless, and fought fiercely among the torrent of evil spirits.

As a person who has sacrificed the three great Dao fruits, he represents the ultimate combat power in this field. Even if there are countless ancestors ahead of him, he is not afraid.

This is Wang Heng's unique battle, his own conquest. There are no living creatures standing behind him or beside him. In the whole world, there is only Wang Heng, without any help.

He seemed tireless and knocked down one ancestor-level mummies after another. Without any delay, he displayed an aura that surpassed the way of sacrifice to destroy their origins.

If any of the ten ancestors were still alive at this moment, they would be shocked beyond words when seeing the horrifying scene of this living being slaughtering the ancestral-level mummy, and would frown at their own foolish idea of ​​wanting to kill Wang Heng earlier.

There is no doubt that this is a shocking battle, in which the strongest priests fight against the ancestral torrent. Each of their attacks will shake the universe, and the world will fall in pieces and turn into a dream bubble.

Countless civilizations born in this era all sensed the breath of this war, as if the end of the world had come. All living things were in a panic, not knowing what was happening and who was fighting against whom.

Wang Heng was invincible in bravery. He wielded his halberd to split the sky and cut a bloody path through the torrent of the ancestors.

One after another, the ancestor-level mummies fell under his halberd, and were then destroyed by his palms. Along the way, the number of ancestor-level mummies he killed had already far exceeded ten, and was still increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All the achievements of his life were reflected in this battle.

Despite this, Wang Heng was still injured. A drop of sacrificial blood fell, and one drop could evolve into an infinite world and interpret the long river of time.

His steps became heavier, no longer as light as at the beginning, and every step he took left a bloody footprint in the void.

A crack also appeared on his halberd. There were too many ancestral mummies. Every time he chopped down one, another appeared, as if they were endless.

This was the longest and most dangerous road Wang Heng had ever walked since he started practicing Taoism.

He started from the Perfect World, fought his way to the Great Thousand World, and from the Great Thousand World, fought his way into the Sacrifice Sea.

Here, many strange things are everywhere, all of which are the horrific results caused by the great sacrifice.

The claws, scales, and nails of the Road End-level creatures, as well as the land of disordered time and various strange places that violate the principles of the rules of the avenue...

Wang Heng ignored everything, covered in blood, holding a halberd, and blasted his way forward.

During this process, he also pulled the sacrificial bow to its full extent, and shot out sacrificial-level arrows, blasting the mummies and evil spirits one after another.

No one knew how long the battle had lasted, and how many original-level mummies and evil spirits had been killed, but Wang Heng finally found the source of all the weirdness.

It was a majestic and unimaginable plateau, with a quality above the sacrificial road. Endless ancestor mummies rushed out from under the plateau.

Wang Heng dragged his tired and bloody body and stood in front of Gao Yuan. The two chess players stood face to face.

“I have to say, you are one of the most special creatures I have ever seen. If you are given time, perhaps you can really be on par with that person. It’s a pity that you are my enemy and are destined to die.

Even if you have paid a huge price to come here, what can you do? You just got a ticket to see me." A faint voice came from the end of the plateau.

(End of this chapter)