Perfect World: I Am Eternal

Chapter 304 Putting High People Before Low People
Dragon Head Peak, the highest point of the mountain range, was once a sacred site of an ancient dynasty, but unfortunately it was ravaged in a battle.

Today, the area is charred black, littered with scattered stones, and devoid of spiritual energy, with very few lush plants to be seen.

However, although it is in ruins, it is still magnificent, towering thousands of feet high, with a bluestone path leading straight to the top.

This is a strange place. Despite the great battles it has endured, the rules set forth by the original dynasty still remain, which prohibits air travel and can only be reached on foot.

Furthermore, not just anyone can climb it. Below the level of a god, one cannot even take a step unless one reaches the ultimate level in each realm.

Of course, this is not absolute. Because the mountain has been abandoned for many years and no one has repaired it, some cultivators can also climb it by relying on secret treasures.

"The past is like smoke, time flows on, and so much glory has been buried. If one does not become an immortal, one will eventually be no match for the passage of time..." Lin Fan sighed.

Unfortunately, even so-called immortality is relative. When a great calamity comes, who can remain unscathed and live forever?

Ultimately, the winner will be decided by strength!

Unimpeded, the mountain path's restrictions were no match for Lin Fan, and he quickly reached the summit.

The tiles gleamed, and there were more ruins, but it wasn't desolate at all; instead, it was full of life.

Because someone rebuilt palaces, teahouses, and taverns on these ruins, providing temporary lodging for travelers.

In addition, there were some magnificent palaces in the void, though few in number, they were breathtakingly beautiful, shrouded in mist and clouds.

Clearly, preparations for this grand event had been made long ago, with someone even going so far as to use great magical power to move the palace and hang it on the mountain.

Many talented young people have gathered here; none of them are lacking in talent, and it would be difficult for ordinary people to climb the mountain.

With just a quick glance, Lin Fan spotted some of the first generation members, some of whom he had seen before, such as Li Yuncong, Teng Yi, and Zhen Gu.

Without exception, they all suppressed themselves at the Great Perfection of the Venerable Realm, choosing not to break through, waiting only for the Immortal Ancient Realm to open and compete for the ultimate creation.

Therefore, for Lin Fan now, these people are no longer worth his attention and have been left far behind.

In fact, if he hadn't had various fortuitous encounters and known what the future held, and what the final destiny of the Immortal Ancient would be, he would have chosen to wait.

"Ding ding dong dong..."

On the jade pavilion, a melody of zither music rose, like the tinkling of a clear spring or the murmuring of flowing water, dripping onto the cliff, melodious and pleasing to the ear.

There, amidst the misty, ethereal atmosphere, a woman played the zither, her beauty breathtaking, like a fairy stepping out of a painting, ethereal and dreamlike.

She sat at the jade table, her slender fingers plucking the strings of the zither, like a dancing fairy, playing one beautiful note after another.

What's most astonishing is that, as time went on, purple mist gathered from the mountain, surrounding her and making her appear otherworldly.

In an instant, the music became even more beautiful, as if it had drawn upon the power of heaven and earth, resonating with the Dao and flowing with holy radiance.

"As expected of Fairy Qingyi, this moonlit melody is in harmony with the Dao, and it has allowed me to comprehend a vague Dharma principle." Someone exclaimed.

The one playing the zither was none other than Yuechan in her secondary form. She and Fengwu represented the Heavenly Immortal Academy and came to participate in the Demon Hunting Conference.

"The successor of the Immortal Palace has arrived!" someone exclaimed.

The next moment, with a crack, the void in the distance split open, and a man walked out, holding a halberd, striding with the gait of a dragon and the gait of a tiger, ascending Dragon Head Mountain.

This is an unparalleled genius of our time, said to be a once-in-a-lifetime talent, comparable to the prodigies of ancient times, and one of the strongest prodigies among the younger generation.

His appearance naturally caused a stir. Many geniuses focused their attention, and some even felt their fighting spirit rise, as if they wanted to challenge him.

Not far away, Lin Fan stopped and saw a sign hanging at the entrance of the hall, and a slight anger rose in his eyes.

The sign read: "No dogs or little devils allowed!" Although his name wasn't explicitly written, it was obvious who the sign was referring to.

"Damn it, not only are they barring me from going in, but they're also putting me in the same group as dogs. What does that mean?"

"This is blatant discrimination!"

Lin Fan stared wide-eyed, he was furious, but he held back and wanted to observe the situation first.

In fact, this is related to the destruction of the Xuan Tian Sect by him and his puppy some time ago, which touched a nerve with many people and shocked them.

Furthermore, the successor of the Immortal Palace was one of the initiators of today's gathering. He has a grudge against Lin Fan, but outsiders are unaware of it.

"Is this Brother Di Chong? Seeing is believing, he is truly a peerless warrior!"

The arrival of the Immortal Palace successor caused many prodigies to rise and greet him respectfully, bowing and clasping their hands in a gesture of flattery.

After all, the Immortal Palace is incredibly mysterious. It is said to be the legacy left behind by the immortals, a colossal entity that few forces in the upper realm can match.

However, not everyone is like this. For example, Li Yuncong and Feng Wu remained calm and sat cross-legged on the futon, sipping tea.

"Fellow Daoists, you are too kind. There is no need for such formalities!"

The successor of the Immortal Palace smiled and greeted many people with clasped hands, but deep down he exuded a sense of superiority and arrogance.

"I heard that not long ago, Brother Di Chong killed a successor of a demonic art. Is that true?" someone asked.

"Yes!"

The successor of the Immortal Palace nodded and casually said a few words, as if to indicate that killing these people was not particularly difficult for him and was nothing special.

"As expected of Brother Di Chong, his talent is astounding! He can even kill the inheritor of the demonic arts that has caused so many people headaches!"

“That’s right. I think even the famous Little Demon King of the Heaven-Mending Sect is no match for Brother Dichong. How dare he be ranked alongside him?”

A young man praised and flattered, engaging in a back-and-forth between the powerful and the weak, in order to elevate the status of the successor of the Immortal Palace.

Lin Fan, who was enjoying fine wine and food nearby, was taken aback. Could this really be used to belittle him?
Then, he looked over and remembered the face of the person who spoke, realizing that he was already courting death!

"No way, the Little Demon King is quite powerful too. He's famous throughout dozens of states and has killed no fewer than five first-generation masters since his birth. His strength is undeniable," someone retorted.

"He's just bragging. He's only got a bit of luck, obtained a treasure, and is relying on external things. If you really fight him, you'll know that he's just a demon star created by some people, far inferior to Brother Di Chong." The man sneered.

As for the successor of the Immortal Palace, he didn't say much in response to the young man's flattery, but the smile on his lips clearly showed that he was very pleased.

However, while everyone was surprised, they were also skeptical, because seeing is believing, and the fact remained that those geniuses had been killed.

"Really? I heard a rumor that the successor of the Immortal Palace was defeated by him in the Devouring Heaven Secret Realm and was even captured alive."

Just then, Qingyi, who was elegantly sipping tea, spoke. Her expression was serene, her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were bright and her teeth were white, as if she were a fairy descended to earth.

Upon hearing this, a group of people showed surprise, looking back and forth between the girl and the successor of the Immortal Palace with great interest.

Di Chong's eyes were deep, and he remained silent and expressionless, except for one hand clenched tightly behind his back.

"Rumors! This is slander against Brother Di Chong. Fairy, please be careful with your words and don't believe everything you hear!" the young man said.

"Oh, I see. But it seems you know better than they do?" Qingyi gently shook her teacup, her words carrying a hidden meaning.

(End of this chapter)