Perfect World: Dreaming Back to Immortals

This is a majestic place beyond this world, a place where lawlessness and freedom are truly unfettered.

Like Shi Hao, Ye Fan, or "that person" who created the strange tribe, if they want to enter the realm of transcendence, they must, without exception, set foot in the transcendental realm of their native world.

There is no concept of time. You can see it from the past, the present, or the future. It is all visible at the same time. There is also no concept of space. It transcends eternity, the great way, the universe, and all time and space. It is outside the universe and chaos and is everywhere.

The past, present and future of the trilogy all depend on the thought of a transcendent person. With a glance, everything can be destroyed and restored.

No matter how many years pass, this place is just a moment, always at a node, without the concept of time and space.

The innate primordial qi where Wang Heng is located is a completely independent new area, parallel to the transcendent realm.

As early as when he was attacking the sacrificial path, his innate primordial energy had begun to attack the state of transcendence. In order to evolve into this supreme realm, he encountered various obstacles in that area during the process.

Finally, the innate primordial energy overcame numerous difficulties and made the ultimate leap, successfully becoming parallel to that area. No force could suppress it anymore.

Wang Heng stood in the innate primordial energy, feeling this incomparable and great power. Under such great power, sacrifice was nothing at all. There was no need for a glance, just a thought was enough to turn it into ashes, leaving no place for burial.

If he fights back at this moment, all the will of the plateau and the torrent of mummies will be shattered, and they will be nothing but a group of insignificant ants.

But Wang Heng did not do so. His eyes were deep and calm, falling on the transcendental realm of the native world. For a moment, in a glance, the light was eternal, as if he saw through everything.

He saw a node where several light balls were floating up and down. That was the transcendent journey of Shi Hao, Ye Fan and others.

When Wang Heng sacrificed everything, they might still be offering sacrifices to the Dao, or they might still be Immortal Emperors, or they might not even be born yet. However, from the perspective of the transcendent realm where there is no concept of time and space, they have always been there, and no matter when they set foot there, they are always in that eternal and unchanging time node.

Of course, Wang Heng's perspective is unique. No other creature can open up a supreme land comparable to the local transcendental realm like him.

In Wang Heng's eyes, there is no such thing as the mummy ancestor, the will of the plateau, etc. For the transcendent, they are nothing but passing clouds and mist and are not worth paying attention to.

A lot of history has already been fixed and ended before it even began.

His eyes were high and far-reaching, and his perspective was rising layer by layer, gradually reaching an incredible height that even those who transcended could not reach.

At the very least, it is difficult to trace local transcendents in this way.

Wang Heng is a bystander who sees further than the local detached people.

He saw reincarnation in the true sense, which is reincarnation at a transcendent level.

Before Shi Hao and others stood in the realm of transcendence, there were other creatures who had set foot there.

For example, "that person" who left behind ashes and ten diseases and created a strange tribe.

Wang Heng saw that he rose all the way, defeated all obstacles, sacrificed everything, and finally, transcended to the top.

In this vast world, he is the only one standing in the realm of transcendence, overlooking the past, present and future.

He resurrected everything in a single thought. All the people and things that had passed away were reborn and appeared before him.

The creature couldn't help but shed tears. On his way to this point, he had lost so much, but now he finally got it all back.

Up until here, everything was fine.

He spent a carefree and wonderful time with his relatives and friends, which greatly soothed his devastated heart.

However, as time went on, some problems eventually arose with this creature.

His faith in the Tao was slightly shaken because of certain things.

Are the relatives and friends who have passed away and those who have been resurrected in a flash really the same people? Once a question takes root in a person's heart, it will grow uncontrollably and wildly if it does not get an answer.

In order to verify the answer to this question, "that person" began a series of experiments.

However, the result was cruel and heartbreaking. With just a thought, he copied his relatives and friends tens of thousands of times, placing them in tens of thousands of different worlds, letting them develop as he pleased, with him participating in them or not.

In the end, this creature can no longer tell which is real and which is fake, and which are the true relatives and friends.

Or maybe, they have already died completely and can never be resurrected, and everything now is just a product of his own entertainment and to satisfy his own emotional needs.

"I just want you to come back." He murmured to himself with tears in his eyes.

It is hard to imagine the tears of those who transcend.

Seeing this, Wang Heng sighed in his heart. No wonder this transcendent would fall ill. This problem had no solution. The more he delved into it, the more terrifying it became. To be able to be promoted to a transcendent, this creature's Tao heart must be strong. However, a thousand-mile dam can be breached by a single ant hole. The appearance of a gap will trigger all kinds of chain reactions.

Sure enough, what happened next was just as Wang Heng had expected. "That person" first suspected that his relatives and friends were completely dead, and then began to question the entire world.

When he was promoted to a transcendent being, all the worlds were shattered, and the current universe is the result of his restoration in a single thought.

Finally, the Tao heart of this transcendent was shaken, and some things gradually collapsed.

In the end, he simply annihilated everything, watching with his own eyes the world he had created destroyed in his own hands, and then he personally destroyed the world where tens of thousands of his relatives and friends lived.

In the blood and fire, his eyes changed and were no longer the same as yesterday.

A detached person thus shook his faith and sowed the seeds of disaster.

Finally, "that person" came to a plateau. There was nothing special about this plateau. Its only feature was that it was high, much higher than the rest of the world.

Once upon a time, he restored a prosperous era with his own hands, and now, he buried another prosperous era with his own hands. He was tired, he wanted too much, or maybe he wanted nothing and wanted to give up everything.

Now, he came to the plateau, cleared out a simple yard and lived in it.

"cough!"

Suddenly, the Transcendent felt a sharp pain and itching in his chest, and then he coughed up a pool of black blood with a strange substance.

He was very surprised. Could a being at his level also get sick? Otherwise, how could he cough up such horrible black blood?

He wanted to find the root of the disease and solve it, but there was no solution. The black blood was like a rootless duckweed, and even the transcendents could not find the source. The person in charge was confused, but the bystander was clear. Wang Heng knew that the root of the disease was in his heart of Tao. His heart of Tao collapsed and he could not control the power of the transcendent. Therefore, all kinds of shocking changes occurred. The black blood was the first symptom, but it was definitely not the last.

"That person" searched for a long time but couldn't find the cause of his illness, so he had to give up. He settled down in the small courtyard, planting flowers, making tea, and playing the stone zither every day, living a leisurely and quiet life.

However, his symptoms became more serious.

At first, he coughed up black blood, and then his body began to rot and ooze pus, some golden, some white...

In addition, gray mist will spread from the rotten areas, and red hair will even grow in some places.

"Cough...cough..."

"That person" kept coughing, his face turned pale, and his health was getting worse. He couldn't help but frown. What happened to him? Was he sick? But he couldn't find the cause of the disease, and there was no one to help him. In the whole world, he was the only one standing in the realm of transcendence.

Until one day, he sighed and said to himself weakly: "Will I... come back?"

Afterwards, this creature went out and refined an ancient bronze coffin on the plateau. He refined three layers in one breath, wrapping them layer by layer, symbolizing the past, present and future.

At the moment when the Three Generations Copper Coffin was successfully refined, he suddenly shook his body and turned to look behind him.

There, an indescribable wisp of innate energy emerged, accompanied by a breath of reincarnation that even transcendents could feel terrified.

This is transcending reincarnation, not ordinary reincarnation.

Then, a tall and majestic figure walked out from the primordial energy and came in front of this creature.

"Cough cough..."

He covered his mouth and nose, and a lot of black blood flowed out, looking horrible.

"It's been a long time since I last saw a fellow traveler." A rare smile appeared on his pale and weak face, but it looked a little scary as many parts of it had rotted away.

Wang Heng did not respond, but just looked at him with some pity.

"I am terminally ill and there is no hope for recovery. I am very happy that you have come to my humble home for a chat." As a transcendent being, even though he is seriously ill, he is still a transcendent being. There is no need to say more about many things.

Wang Heng nodded and followed him into the courtyard.

It is located next to a lake. In the center of the lake, there grows a lotus. Under the guidance of the transcendent, it has long since evolved into the Lotus of Eternal Reincarnation.

Wang Heng, who rose from the next reincarnation, did not pay attention to this lotus. He opened up a perfect world and had been farming and developing, and did not take the initiative to contact the strange tribe.

In the courtyard, a stone millstone lies horizontally, and a flower takes root. After withering, it turns into seeds and grows again, over and over again. The various layouts are like a farmyard.

"That person" invited Wang Heng in, then took out a stove, lit a faint fire, and boiled tea leaves.

During this process, he kept coughing up blood and all kinds of strange substances were flowing out of his body. There were a total of ten symptoms, all of which were extremely deadly to the transcendents.

Soon, two cups of hot tea were served. Even though "that person" was on his deathbed and the strange substance in his body was extremely strong, this cup of tea was still fine. After all, he had not burned himself with the tea stove, and the tea stove was still a tea stove.

"please!"

He stretched out his hand to gesture, and Wang Heng did not refuse. He raised the teacup, put it to his lips and tasted it.

This cup of tea seemed fine at first, but when it reached Wang Heng's throat, he tasted the bitterness. He tasted the experience of a living being from birth, to standing at the peak, to the collapse of his spiritual heart, to terminal illness. The bitterness, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in it made him, who was at the same level, feel the same.

Being a Transcendent is extremely powerful, but it also comes with terrible risks.

Once there is a problem with one's heart of Tao, it is easy to get sick like this creature and then die.

Getting sick is so unfamiliar to monks, as if it is only a privilege of mortals. Once they embark on the path of cultivation, the concept of getting sick no longer exists. However, after reaching the pinnacle of cultivation and becoming transcendent, they will get sick, which can be regarded as returning to nature.

Wang Heng put down the teacup, looked at the transcendent who was drinking tea and coughing, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Now, no matter who comes, it’s useless. This creature is completely hopeless.

"Fellow……"

He wanted to tell this creature his views on the secret of life and death, but for a moment he didn't know how to start.

In the end, Wang Heng finally told them that this was the root cause of the ten diseases this creature suffered from.

"This question is really hard to explain. Even if we stand in this supreme realm, we can't explain it clearly." Hearing Wang Heng discussing this issue with him, the creature was very happy. After all, after countless years, this was the first time someone discussed it with him. This was like a discussion of the Tao. How many times can such a discussion between transcendents happen in the world? It was really rare.

The two talked for a while. Regardless of anything else, Wang Heng admired this creature very much. His journey of rise, his path, his way, were so amazing and peerless. It was a pity that in the end, he plunged into an unsolvable circle and exhausted himself to death.

"That person" played the piano for Wang Heng again. In the courtyard, a seed was buried deep in the soil. It broke out of the soil to the sound of the stone piano, grew roots, produced flower buds, bloomed stunningly, then withered and died, turning into a seed again. The previous splendor seemed to be just a flash in the pan.

“Flowers may bloom again, but people can never be young again. My fellow Taoist, please take care of yourself and don’t follow in my footsteps.” In front of the stone zither, “that person” coughed up blood and whispered.

"It is indeed time for me to go. Thank you for the song, fellow Daoist." Wang Heng stood up, bowed to him, and said his final farewell. Then, the innate primordial energy emerged, and his figure gradually dissipated. A transcendent force wiped out everything, and there was no trace of him or any remaining cause and effect in the entire ancient history, as if he had never come to this world.

"cough!"

Seeing his fellow travelers leave, "that person" could not hide the loss in his eyes. He finally had someone he could talk to, but he just left like that.

But immediately, he felt relieved. Wang Heng was just a passer-by and did not belong to this transcendent reincarnation that was about to disappear. It was quite rare for him to overcome endless obstacles and come here to talk with him. What was there to regret?
He smiled slightly, which looked very strange under the reflection of the strange substance, but in fact, he was simply happy.

Afterwards, he chiseled out a stone jar, took out the tea stove for making tea, and lay down in the tea stove without any worries.

As the fire of transcendence burned quietly, the transcendent in the tea stove, as well as the ten roots of illness in his body, were all burned to ashes.

An invisible giant hand controlled the tea stove and poured all the ashes into the stone jar without any error. It was placed in the smallest of the three bronze coffins and then buried on the plateau. Everything was silent.

The end of one reincarnation cycle means the beginning of another.

(End of this chapter)