Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"Senior Brother Zhang Jing!"

Tong Yao watched the storage bag slowly float before her, and the image of a green youth couldn't help but emerge in her heart.

Her eyes were filled with the colors of memories.

The scene of Senior Brother Yangchu bringing him to report to their Luodu squad was still vivid in her mind, as if it happened yesterday.

As well as the times when they were carrying out tasks together...

The Heishan City full of human puppets, and the Pig Demon...

Those were good times.

Junior Brother Zhang Jing was still a calm and composed teenager back then.

Xia Yuan and Zhou Zhi were still alive, and Senior Brother Ding had not lost his arm. He was still full of confidence and vigor.

Even during dangerous assignments, everyone would still joke and make noise together, just like a family.

Unfortunately... nothing can be turned back now.

Tong Yao's eyes were a little wet.

She couldn't help but recall the moment yesterday when they all welcomed Zhang Jing together.

Back then, she and Senior Brother Ding had originally wanted to talk to him.

However,

On one hand, because all the deacons were surrounding Zhang Jing, they couldn't get close to him. On the other hand, it was because they felt inferior.

The intense feeling of inferiority under the massive difference in status.

In the end, the two of them gave up.

Unexpectedly, Junior Brother Zhang Jing actually still remembers herself and Senior Brother Ding!

That's right.

Even though Zhang Jing at this moment was high and mighty in the Inner Academy, Tong Yao still stubbornly called him Junior Brother Zhang Jing in her heart. It seemed that only in this way... would she not feel estranged.

Her thoughts returned to reality.

Tong Yao gently wiped the crystal-clear teardrops from her eyes with her sleeve.

At her side,

"Senior... Brother Zhang Jing actually still... still remembers us?"

Senior Brother Ding said tremblingly, his only remaining hand subconsciously covering his face, his eyes already becoming completely red.

"Junior Brother, Junior Sister, I think it would be better for you to take a look at what's inside the storage bag."

Senior Brother Li reminded with a smiling expression.

Not long after,

Two cries of surprise rang out one after another.

"So much?"

"My God!"

"Junior Brother, Junior Sister, the resources given by Senior Brother Zhang Jing are enough for you to cultivate to the tenth layer of Qi Refinement, and even plenty left over. This opportunity, cherish it. As for the missions of Dao Institute, don't accept for now, wait until your cultivation steps into the later stage of Qi Refinement."

"Many thanks to Senior Brother Zhang Jing, many thanks to Senior Brother Li."

The voices of Senior Brother Ding and Tong Yao choked up simultaneously.

...

Half a month quietly passed.

The central area of Longze Lake.

On a small island teeming with spiritual energy.

The entire island was already enshrouded in a dense aura fog, and the sunshine that penetrated made everything on the island shine with a brilliant golden glow.

In the center of the island.

The spiritual energy was ten times stronger than other places on the island.

Yet even so, an endless amount of spiritual energy was still continuously gathering here.

The spiritual energy that was so dense it was unthinkable, formed into raindrops that fell on the ground, then quickly dissipated and re-entered the aura fog.

This cycle continued over and over, as if it would never end.

Within the spiritual energy rain curtain,

A small and elegantly designed jade building was faintly visible.

In the cultivation room on the second floor,

Zhang Jing slowly opened his eyes, the brilliance in his pupils was as dazzling as two suns.

His majestic Divine Sense swept through the Dantian.

He saw the mana in there surging like frothing ink, emitting waves of terrifying fluctuations.

Each strand of mana integrated the Primitive True Intent of the Taiyin Sea Dragon at its peak, resembling extremely small Taiyin Sea Dragons, emitting a terrifying aura of extreme ferocity, yin and desolation.

"The Spiritual Sense has transformed into Divine Sense, and Spiritual Power has also transformed into Mana. Now, I should begin preparations for the Foundation Establishment."

Zhang Jing's eyes couldn't help but reveal a touch of anticipation.

With that bit of Primitive True Intent there, establishing the Purple Immortal Base is inevitable!

And after the establishment of his Dao foundation, he would be able to draw forth the Primitive True Intent, and thereafter begin to comprehend the anomalous aspects of the 'Heavenly Immortal's Great Dao' within the Primitive Genesis.

Zhang Jing had an inkling.

Upon successfully establishing his Dao foundation, he would likely experience an unprecedented transformation.

This was the true division between immortals and mortals.

However, before all this -

"The Academy Principal said that building a Dao Foundation is an extremely long process, short as a few months, long as a few years. Especially for a Gold Nature Foundation! That... building a Purple Immortal Foundation might require even more time."

A hint of amusement flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes.

"I should go home first. It seems it's been two and a half years since I've been back."

Upon thinking of this.

He immediately got up and started walking out.

With Zhang Jing's movements, the dense, liquid-like spiritual energy in the room started to ripple.

...

His figure slowly began to ascend into the sky.

Only then, Zhang Jing noticed.

In just half a month's time.

His ninety-li radius Immortal Island had greatly changed in appearance from when he first arrived.

In his line of sight.

On the island, wherever soil could be seen, a variety of colored spiritual medicine seedlings had already sprouted, vast beyond measure.

All of this was initiated by —— Lu 38.

He was currently in a ravine on the island, cheerfully moving stones.

Going by his movement, it seemed like he was planning to open up a new spiritual medicine garden again.

Seeing this, Zhang Jing couldn't help but shake his head.

In a flash.

A profound voice echoed in Lu 38's mind.

"Thirty-Eight, I have to leave for a few days. You need to look after the Immortal Island. Also, focus less on your spiritual medicine and take advantage of your legacy and new status as an Outer Academy disciple to cultivate."

Upon hearing this.

Lu 38 paused for a while, then muttered in his heart:

"Master, I got it."

"But, hehe, Master, I'm not a disciple of the Outer Academy, I'm your mount."

"Even so, you should still cultivate properly. Otherwise, in the future... never mind, you are already struggling to carry me!" Zhang Jing hollered in annoyance.

Lu 38 promptly shrank his neck and pitifully said:

"Master, stop scolding. I'll start cultivating now."

...

The Five Treasures Ling River transformed into a dark Sea Dragon again, ceaselessly darting among the clouds.

In a single breath, it slithered for several li!

Within the clouds, the Taoyin Sea Dragon's Dao Intent became more active, coupled with Zhang Jing's surging Mana, it persistently drew in tumultuous clouds and wind.

Wherever it passed, the rain poured.

But Zhang Jing, who was single-mindedly hurrying along, paid no attention to all this. With his mana wildly surging, the speed of the dark sea dragon beneath him increased further.

...

The night was getting thicker.

But the deep night could not obscure Zhang Jing's vision.

The familiar outline of Yong'an City appeared before his eyes.

"I'm here!"

Zhang Jing's gaze slightly congealed, then he transformed into a streak of dark light, flying down from the cloud layer and blending into the boundless night.

...

Yong'an City, Zhang's Mansion.

"Oh, young master, please slow down. Be careful not to fall."

Inside the courtyard.

Several maids holding lanterns chased after a roughly one-year-old boy who was rampaging around anxiously.

For a one-year-old child to be running around is not unusual in this world.

Not far away.

A girl of about the same size as the boy, with a little braid, was quietly sitting on a small stool. Her round and dark eyes were curiously looking at the stars in the sky.

At this moment.

Zhang Jing stood in mid-air, watching the scene unfolding below with interest. A hint of satisfaction appeared on his face.