Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Time slowly passes by.

In the high and empty sky.

Infinite proximity to the core of the Grand Brightness Cave Heaven, a massive amount of Immortal Spirit Qi gushes out every moment, gathering here.

It then gradually spreads outward bit by bit.

Besides.

All kinds of mysterious, profound principles emerge time and time again.

Befuddling the mind, too complex to comprehend.

Nine vast Immortal Islands float hither and thither, harboring endless mysterious powers, radiating with endless dazzling celestial light.

And at this time.

In one of the islands, which obviously became a part later on.

"Senior Brother Zhang Jing, your junior will take his leave now."

Inside the palace came a low and slightly cautious male voice.

Before long.

The palace door slowly opened, with two figures walking out from within.

The one leading the way was none other than Zhang Jing, his aura as deep as the ocean, unfathomable to any observer.

And the man following him.

His body was shrouded in a robust aura unique to the Dharma Phase Realm.

After a while.

"Junior Brother, take care. I won't send you off."

Zhang Jing halted and watched the other man with a mild smile, speaking softly.

This man was meeting him for the first time.

However, over this period, disciples from the Nine Domains similar to the one standing in front of his eyes had been visiting him without cease.

Among those visitors, cultivators at the Dharma Phase Realm were not few either.

As such, Zhang Jing had pretty much gotten used to it.

The opposite side.

The man couldn't help casting a glance at the unperturbed Zhang Jing before him, a faint shock flashing uncontrollably in his eyes.

Although quite some time had passed since he learned that Zhang Jing had become a True Disciple.

He had been well-prepared for it.

However, when standing face to face with him.

The man couldn't help but feel waves of shock in his heart.

So young!

Barely fifty, he had already become a True Disciple of the Tao Sect, and even taken in as a formal Direct Disciple by the Master of the Cave Heaven, True Monarch Yuanming, at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

One should know.

Becoming a True Disciple was already an unattainable dream for them.

Not to mention being a True Monarch's Direct Disciple?!

"How terrifying must this man's talent be?"

The man thought to himself quietly.

Furthermore.

He could clearly sense that.

Even though Senior Brother Zhang Jing here was only at the Golden Core Realm, a powerful, quasi-divine aura was seeping out from him.

Even he, being at the Dharma Phase Realm, couldn't help feeling a sense of threat.

What's more crucial is…

That divine and dignified aura was slowly growing, seemingly endless.

At this moment.

He couldn't help but start to doubt.

Perhaps, he had been cultivating a fake dharma door?

Otherwise, how could he explain feeling threatened by a Golden Pill Realm Cultivator while being a Dharma Phase Realm Cultivator himself?!

This completely didn't make sense.

It seemed like the insurmountable ravine between the Dharma Phase Realm and the Golden Pill Realm didn't exist when it came to Zhang Jing.

"Whew, it's no wonder he could become a True Disciple of the Tao Sect at the Foundation Establishment Realm. After entering the Golden Pill Realm, he's become even more terrifying."

After exhaling deeply.

The man swiftly came back to his senses, his complex gaze involuntarily adding a tint of awe to it.

"Senior Brother is too polite. Please stay put. I will come to visit another day."

Having said this.

The man turned into a streak of light, and after flying out of the area of the Immortal Island, he quickly descended towards the ground below.

In just a blink of an eye.

The light disappeared from Zhang Jing's sight.

Tap, tap -

A faint sound of footsteps echoed.

"Thirty-Eight, how many seeds of Immortal Root do we have now, including the gift from this junior here today?"

Zhang Jing asked without turning his head, a faint smile flashing across his face.

Having heard his words.

An excited to the point of trembling voice replied from behind, it was Lu 38.

"Master, in this period, we have received a total of ninety-seven seeds of Immortal Root, including all categories such as for cultivation, celestial materials, enlightenment, longevity and so forth. Among these, there are five top-tier Immortal Roots, twenty-seven high-tier Immortal Roots, and sixty-five mid to low-tier Immortal Roots."

Zhang Jing nodded.

He then gave his instruction:

"I got it. Thirty-Eight, don't use these Immortal Root seeds for now. When Master returns to the Cave Heaven, I will ask him for permission to go out and establish a Taoist field."

"We will plant these Immortal Roots there then."

"I got it, Master."

Lu 38 then nodded vigorously in response.

As the master and his mount were conversing.

Two more streaks of light flickered from below, softly landing outside Zhang Jing's island.

"Junior Brother Jun Mountain Qi, here specifically to apologize for the incidents at the Welcome Immortal Banquet. I hope you don't hold my impudence against me, Senior Brother."

"Junior Brother Qiang Fang, I am here today, to apologize to you, Senior Brother, for my rash behavior before."

At the location.

"Is it them?"

Zhang Jing's eyes flickered slightly.

...

Before too long.

"Farewell, my Junior Brothers. Do visit often when you have time," Zhang Jing said with a smile, his enthusiasm echoing throughout the entire Immortal Island.

Upon hearing his words.

The two rays of light that had just flown out stagnated then abruptly increased in speed, as though there was a bone-crushing, marrow-sucking demon cave behind them.

Seeing this scene.

An emotionally charged expression surfaced on Zhang Jing's face.

It only took a little bit of insignificant luck movement.

If it weren't for the respect for the Heavenly True Monarch Grand Ancestor behind them, would things really have ended that simply?

"It's all about cultivation!"

Zhang Jing sighed in his heart.

...

Down below.

On one of the immortal islands.

"Senior Brother Jun, even though Zhang Jing is a prized pupil of the True Monarch, you're not far behind! Why would you willingly subject yourself to his whims?"

"We've made quite a loss this time."

Qiang Fang, grudgingly looking at Senior Brother Jun, his voice full of discontent.

Upon hearing this.

"You don't understand," Senior Brother Jun turned his head and said helplessly, "that Zhang Jing, has more than True Monarch Yuanming backing him."

"The legendary Seven Desire God King is also his mentor. That's an infamous, immortal Golden Immortal Daoist Monarch."

"Our ancestor is not someone we can offend!"

"What?!"

A shocked Qiang Fang exclaimed.

His eyes widened to the point of innocence, and his pupils visibly contracted uncontrollably.

...

Three months later.

In the cultivation room.

A subtle pulling and calling suddenly appeared in his heart.

Zhang Jing quietly opened his eyes, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

This feeling—my mentor!

Has the old man returned to the Cave Heaven and finally remembered to see me?

The very next moment.

Without any hesitation.

A ray of light lit up, instantly flying out of the palace, then under that subtle guidance, he directly rushed up towards the top.

In the blink of an eye.

Zhang Jing arrived in a mysterious void.

A massive spatial storm seemed to eternally blow on an ancient bronze Daoist palace in front of him.

In his perception.

Every wisp of the storm harbored terrifying spatial force that could cause boundless disaster once exposed.

"How do I enter that bronze palace?"

He stared intently at the terrifying spatial storm, his mind in a quandary.

Zhang Jing knew that his mentor was in the bronze palace about a hundred feet away from him.

However.

That short distance.

Seemed to have become an insurmountable chasm between Zhang Jing and the bronze palace.

After a moment of contemplation.

"Could this be a small test?"

Zhang Jing abruptly looked up, a hint of laughter flashing in his eyes.

In an instant.

From his eyebrows.

A golden core, which looked like the mighty sun but whose specific shape was unclear, suddenly sprang out.

A vast and heavy aura instantly pressed in all directions.

At the same time.

Primordial light of the first grade, one after another, burst from the golden core, with the four colors of earth, fire, wind, and water circling unpredictably.

Thud—

Zhang Jing stepped forward determinedly, walking bit by bit towards the bronze palace.

Wherever he passed.

Even the powerful spatial storm.

Was directly suppressed by Zhang Jing's formidable golden core, which had already transcended the barrier of the Primitive Genesis derivative world.

They had no power to resist at all.

...

After not too long.

In the bronze palace.

"Zhang Jing pays his respects to Master!"

Zhang Jing bowed to the front, respectfully shouting.

And above the main hall.

True Monarch Yuanming, who seemed to have countless overlapping images, revealed a very satisfied expression in his deep eyes.

The next instant.

"Get up. There's no need to be so formal with me," a soft voice gently resounded beside Zhang Jing's ear.