Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

The thunderous sounds of crumbling and collapsing were unending.

Disturbing cracks proliferated from all directions, biting at the massive arena bit by bit.

The truly peculiar part was that,

the borders of the collapse seemed to be subject to some kind of rule.

Even if a cultivator were to fall there, all of their methods of flight and teleportation would stop working. They could only drop downward, eventually being eliminated.

On the ground,

Countless intertwining, bright rainbows coloured the mountains and valleys in their path, turning them into a kaleidoscope of colours.

If one were to observe from above, they'd find

that, although these rainbows appeared scattered, they all had a singular purpose.

The centre of the arena.

But at this moment,

A figure enveloped in dazzling gold light strolled forward leisurely, emanating an air of ease.

With every step, he spanned dozens of yards, almost as though he were teleporting.

"Tsk, why's he in such a hurry to go inside? We're all going to end up there sooner or later,"

Zhang Jing shook his head.

At this time, in the central region of the arena,

Comparing it to an Asura battlefield might be slightly exaggerated, but it probably wasn't far off.

Going there now would inevitably result in facing the frenzied assaults of those without Jiaoyun's Decree. Wasn't this just asking for trouble?

Furthermore, there was no benefit in doing so.

After all, having just one Jiaoyun's Decree was enough.

As for having more—

Zhang Jing couldn't help but recall the spirit of the Secret Realm he'd seen before.

Would the spirit tolerate such a thing happening? Or would one truly be able to take away extra Decrees from Jiaoyun?

He was seriously doubtful.

While deep in thought,

Zhang Jing couldn't help but glance behind him.

The boundaries of the arena were still shrinking inwards.

"From what I see, it is shrinking about five hundred li each day."

"In other words, on the final day, everyone will be crowded into a tiny area, maybe the size of a hundred or even tens of li. Even if weaker individuals were lucky enough to obtain Jiaoyun's Decree, they'd still inevitably be weeded out!"

Upon this realization,

A faint smile formed in Zhang Jing's eyes.

At this point,

The rules of the first round of the arena were laid out before him.

There was no longer any part left in the shadows.

And through these,

Zhang Jing felt like he could see some traits of Jiaoyun Realm's spirit, or the style of Jiaoyun Realm itself.

"So I was mistaken from the beginning,"

He thought to himself.

In Jiaoyun Realm, there's no such thing as luck. The only thing participants could rely on was one thing—strength!

To him, this was undoubtedly the best news.

...

Time slowly passed.

Five days were left until the end of the first round.

At this moment, the arena's surface area was less than a quarter of its original size, and the number of cultivators was likewise dwindling.

A hint of madness permeated the entire arena.

The alarmingly powerful fluctuations of magical energy rose and fell without a moment's pause.

Other than a select few,

the masters of most of Jiaoyun's Decrees changed time and time again.

Near the edge of the arena at the foot of a mountain,

Swoosh!

Duobao River glowed with brilliant, multicoloured hues as Zhang Jing used it like a whip, extending hundreds of yards and instantly catching up with a woman attempting to flee.

White light flashed instantly.

The woman's figure disappeared without a trace.

"Sigh~ It's so troublesome!"

He had lost count of how many people he had eliminated.

Zhang Jing had never intended to take action,

However, just like flies, those people were unshakeable and incredibly annoying.

Moreover, as more time passed,

They became increasingly crazy.

The dazzling golden light on Zhang Jing's body was unmistakably their target.

Preparing to move forward,

But the next moment,

Zhang Jing halted in his tracks, turning his head to look at something in front of him to the right.

Just over ten breaths later,

A man cloaked in golden light appeared in his sight, looking a bit flustered.

Upon seeing the golden light shimmering on Zhang Jing,

The man was momentarily startled, but his eyes quickly lit up.

The next moment,

The man's hesitation was replaced by determination.

He took a deep breath and changed direction, charging towards Zhang Jing at high speed.

At the same time, he called out loudly:

"Friend, these people want to snatch away your Jiaoyun's Decree! Run!"

At the sound of his voice,

The dozens of people hot on his heels, faltered in their chase.

Only then were they able to notice the golden light shimmering around Zhang Jing.

The next moment,

A portion of them changed direction and pounced directly towards Zhang Jing, displaying unabashed malice.

Witnessing this scene,

Zhang Jing's eyes narrowed slightly.

...

"Friend, why don't you join us? According to the rules, you need to hand over your Jiaoyun's Decree. Once the first round ends, we'll distribute them evenly, ensuring everyone advances to the next round,"

Opposite him,

A middle-aged man in a black robe looked at Zhang Jing with a smile on his face.

A hint of delight seeped into his voice.

He would've never expected,

To encounter another holder of Jiaoyun's Decree midway.

Wasn't this a stroke of luck?

Meanwhile,

A man with sharp facial features and cold eyes looked at Zhang Jing, saying,

"Friend, the current situation in the arena is extremely chaotic, nowhere is safe but the central area. For you to be walking around with Jiaoyun's Decree, it's too dangerous."

"I observe you wandering towards the edge, wouldn't that mean you lack confidence?"

He paused for a moment, as if to give Zhang Jing time to think,

Then continued, "So, for you, the best choice is to join us! We can all work together to search for Jiaoyun's Decree, and in the end, you'll definitely have one of your own."