Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Boom-Boom-Boom——

At Renjie Island.

The crowd, still in a state of shock, suddenly felt the ground trembling beneath their feet.

Before they could react.

Transparent ripples suddenly appeared in their line of sight.

In the next instant.

Platforms covered in rich celestial light quietly emerged.

They were tiny, just square inches in size, engraved with patterns of dragons, phoenixes, and hundreds of beasts. Additionally, there were mysterious Dao patterns intertwining on them.

They looked exquisitely beautiful.

However, just a few moments later.

Under the gaze of everyone, these bronze platforms gradually grew to a hundred feet in length and width, transforming directly into a series of arenas.

An aura of deep, ancient heaviness immediately filled the air.

The heights of the arenas varied.

And the number...was exactly one hundred!

"In ten days, those who remain on the arenas will advance while the rest will be eliminated. Those who are interested can now take the stage."

"Everyone can only challenge once. Whoever fails will be eliminated!"

"Those defending the arenas cannot refuse challenges, but they will have three chances per day to request the Secret Realm to restore their consumption. Please note, this can not be used during arena combat."

"Those who advance will be rewarded with nine billion luck movements, and will also receive a strand of Sun and Clouds Essence."

The loud and resonant voice of the Secret Realm's spirit echoed away.

Then.

The giant face that covered the heavens began to fade away.

...

Down below.

The crowd looked at each other, unconsciously falling silent, their eyes flickering with indecision.

To be the first ones to step onto the arenas, becoming the defenders.

On the surface, they seemed to be at a disadvantage.

After all, they would have to face hundreds of challengers in the long ten days ahead.

During this process.

Their various methods and tactics would undoubtedly be exposed, potentially leading to being targeted by others.

However...

Every situation has its pros and cons.

Being the first to step onto the arenas also meant that, compared to others, they had an extra chance.

Most importantly.

There were three chances per day to ask the Secret Realm to restore their own consumption!

This undoubtedly alleviated many people's worries.

In a flash.

Rainbows of light suddenly flickered on Renjie Island, rushing to the various arenas.

Powerful, chaotic waves of mana spread instantly.

Quite a few even started fighting for ownership right outside the arenas.

Among them.

There were notable circumstances of two people fighting intensely over one arena, which resulted in others taking advantage of the situation and stealing it.

Clearly.

After some consideration.

The general consensus was reached.

Taking the initiative to become a defender carried potential benefits that far outweighed the risk.

After all, everyone only had one chance to challenge!

As time slowly passed.

New defenders were born one after another.

On some arenas, intense fluctuations of spells stirred up.

However, what was particularly strange was.

The top three arenas were clearly empty, without even a shadow of a person, yet no one was willing to go up there.

...

In the central area.

"Our fellow Taoists, it's about time we changed our seats."

Ji Changkong glanced at the top three empty arenas, a glimmer of strangeness flashed in his eyes, before he made this somewhat bored suggestion.

"Indeed."

Zhang Jing and Chang Jin, her face hidden in the fog, nodded their heads simultaneously.

In truth.

The moment the spirit of the Secret Realm said that everyone only had one chance to challenge, Zhang Jing had already anticipated the current situation.

So seeing what was happening.

He wasn't surprised in the least.

Furthermore, he estimated.

During the entire third round.

Not just the three of them, but even Taoists like Qu Junhou, as well as several powerful spirits from the All-Heavens Myriads Spirits Camp, including the Red-Eyed Golden Peng.

In short, anyone who had previously shown formidable strength.

Their arenas would likely be very quiet.

Thinking to this point.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but show a wry smile.

How could he have foreseen.

In the third round, which was supposed to be more tense and competitive, things would turn unexpectedly peaceful for him.

However, Zhang Jing understood in his heart.

All of this was just the calm before the storm.

The real battlefield was in the upcoming final round!

...

On the other side.

Several spirits from the All-Heavens Myriads Spirits Camp, including the Water-Avoiding Deer, had already chosen their arenas and were quietly waiting for the final round.

Only a peng and a sheep, two large figures, remained in their original places.

"Barbarian, what are you trying to do?"

The Red-Eyed Golden Peng's sharp gaze was fixed on the burly Sheep Demon that was resolutely gripping its tail feather, and it asked coldly.

"We can't guard the arena!"

The Sheep Demon's dull voice rang out, making the other party freeze momentarily.

"Why not?"

"Neither of us accomplished the task assigned by the master before. The only remedy now is for you to challenge Zhang Jing of the Boundless Tai Yi Taoist Gate, while I challenge the one from the Emperor's Way——"

"What!"

Before the Sheep Demon could finish its sentence,

The Red-Eyed Golden Peng couldn't control its voice and burst out.

Astonishment filled its eyes.

The monstrous figure that had descended on Renjie Island with a terrifying imposing manner and swept across the master and that other human flashed in its mind.

It was supposed to challenge Zhang Jing?!

It was doubtful it could even handle one of his casual blows.

"Are you crazy, has your brain been damaged by those humans? This...isn't this equivalent to giving up the advancement directly?"

The Red-Eyed Golden Peng stammered frightenedly.

It was obviously very irritated.

On the other hand,

The Sheep Demon seemed not to have noticed the threatening gaze of the Red-Eyed Golden Peng and just kept stubbornly insisting:

"We might not be their rivals, but... we can press out some of their tactics."

"In this way, when the next stage of the ranking battle comes, the master can take the initiative. And we, can also make up for our previous failures."

"Ha, you're too arrogant, saying that you can prompt them to reveal some tactics... Aren't you afraid of them crushing you with one slap?"

The Red-Eyed Golden Peng scoffed, watching the Sheep Demon as if it were a fool.

"Those nine hundred million luck movements, if you don't want it, I do!"

But at this moment.

Ding-a-ling~

Accompanied by a silver bell-like sound,

A graceful figure shrouded in a fog materialized in front of the two gigantic beasts.

It turned out to be Chang Jin, who had just separated from Zhang Jing.

"Alright, it's not your fault. You don't need to challenge those two from the Human Race,"

A soft and crisp voice carrying a hint of authority suddenly sounded.

"I am the legitimate heir of a deity and inherited the ancestral divine skills from birth. These two humans couldn't possibly be my opponents."

At her words.

"Yes!"

The Red-Eyed Golden Peng and the burly Sheep Demon were suddenly startled, and they promptly replied in unison.

Especially the Sheep Demon.

It suddenly felt enlightened at this moment.

That's right! The master is a legitimate descendant of a deity, bearing a divine bloodline. How could those two humans possibly be opponents?

Its previous obsession,

Was entirely unnecessary.

...

Ten days passed quietly.

On the arena at the top.

Zhang Jing slowly opened his eyes, his gaze scanned over many arenas below and the entire Renjie Island.

He couldn't help but sigh.

In his view.

The once bustling and noisy Renjie Island had restored its tranquility at this moment.

Only about a dozen people remained on Renjie Island,

With serious expressions, they were sizing up the arenas above, seemingly pondering which one would provide them a better chance of victory.

However,

Among the cultivators who had survived the fierce competition of these ten days, how many of them were easy to provoke?

Whoosh whoosh——

Above the sky.

A giant face that obscured the sky suddenly appeared.

The next moment.

"Time's up, the third round is over!" the face said emotionlessly.

In an instant.

Beams of white light lit up,

Leaving only the hundred or so cultivators standing on the arenas in the entire Secret Realm.

Not until then,

Did a brilliant smile stretch across the face of the Secret Realm's Spirit.

"Congratulations, after repeated selections, you have finally surpassed thirty-eight million cultivators of the same level to reach the final round!"

"As the true meaning of talent,

"This is the reward you deserve!"

While speaking,

Zhang Jing suddenly felt as if a sun had been added in front of his eyes.

That is——

He could not help but look up at the Spirit of the Secret Realm in the sky.

He saw a gigantic dazzling golden sun rising slowly from the rippling void,

Then,

Golden light beams burst out of the auspicious cloud under that golden sun and gradually came to rest in front of everyone standing on the arena.

Including himself.

"A strand of Regal Sun Celebration Cloud intent?"

Zhang Jing looked on in astonishment.

At this moment,

His Dao Yuan Celebration Cloud Dharma Seed seemed to sense something and started to tremble.

An inexplicably intense desire emerged from the depths of his heart.