Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

At the peak of Difei Mountain.

The divine fire that boiled year-round was so substantial that it distorted the void in endless searing waves.

Then suddenly.

The towering figure of Lou Buyi appeared on the mountain peak, his gaze trained on the streak of bronze light that sizzled across the sky.

His expression was deep.

"Acquired Purple Qi? This Junior Brother Zhang Jing does have some surprises."

"Perhaps in the future..."

His voice grew quieter and quieter.

Until it was drowned in the roaring sound of the divine flames.

...

Meanwhile.

Within the bronze light.

"Junior Brother, just how much of this precious Acquired Purple Qi do you have?"

Feng Wuyu regarded Zhang Jing who was next to him with a complicated look.

Even now.

The shock on his face had yet to fade away.

The Acquired Purple Qi didn't seem expensive, but that was based on calculating by the thread.

Yet this Junior Brother before his eyes.

Had offered ten threads which had indeed given him quite a shock.

Upon hearing this.

Zhang Jing gave a light smile, and explained:

"Senior Brother, I have a secret method to condense Acquired Purple Qi, so it's not particularly precious to me. But given my current power, I don't have much."

"Just now, I merely stated a price. If Senior Brother Lou agrees, I'll figure out how to gather the rest later."

In the midst of the conversation.

A hint of disappointment twinkled in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Senior Brother Lou hadn't given in.

Otherwise—

Zhang Jing was eager to raise the price further, but ten threads of Acquired Purple Qi was almost his limit.

After all, only these.

Would take him tens of years to gather.

And this was still considering that his future cultivation would increase, the range of his mental Golden Yang would expand, and the speed of condensing Acquired Purple Qi would accelerate.

If he continued to push the price.

It would be more harm than good.

On the other side.

"Is that so?"

Feng Wuyu's eyes twinkled, then he said expectantly:

"Junior Brother, if you condense any surplus Acquired Purple Qi in the future, remember to leave some for me. Name your price, I promise not to bargain, haha."

Having said that.

He seemed to suddenly realize something, his brows knitting slightly.

"Lou Buyi's route has failed, I'm afraid that your plan to use that piece of innate blood gold to refine the treasure blade embryo might be temporarily thwarted. Alternatively, you could ask Master for help. If they step in, there would be no problems."

"No need, Senior Brother, I'll think of something else."

Zhang Jing gave a forced smile, reassuring him.

A hint of contemplation flashed across his eyes.

He had actually considered this scenario before.

"So now I can only follow the second method in the inheritance and nourish it directly with the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword. It's just that the process will take too long."

Zhang Jing muttered to himself.

As for asking for his Master's help.

Of course, this route would be the simplest and the fastest.

But this thought only lingered in his mind for a moment before being rejected.

One reason, whether he could find his Master was itself a problem.

Besides…

Zhang Jing didn't even need to think about it.

If he needed his Master's help even for such trivial matters, would it leave a good impression in his Master's mind?

This would be like losing watermelons while picking up sesame seeds!

...

Two days later.

A streak of light flickered across the sky and plunged straight into the secret realm of Lingshu Mountain.

Inside the Taoist platform.

"Strange, why is it so quiet in the Taoist platform today? Did something unexpected happen?"

Surprise flashed across Zhang Jing's eyes.

He had a hunch that something was off.

But then he thought about it.

After all, this place was under the coverage of the Qianqiu Xuanming Heaven, the Boundless Tai Yi Taoist Gate's territory. Countless powers of the Tao Sect hid here, how could an accident occur?

Furthermore, there was Han Sheng of the Unity Realm Stage in the Taoist platform, not to mention the Yin and Yang Micro Dust Great Array that was always operable.

Unless they were attacked by an Earth Immortal or even an existence at the Xiaoyao Immortal Realm.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Taoist platform to be in danger.

And those cultivators powerful enough to achieve Earth Immortal and above, even if they were mad, would not actively attack a Taoist platform of a true disciple of the Tao Sect.

Because this would be a slap in the face to the Taiyi Sect.

As for monsters—

Though the Boundless Tai Yi Taoist Gate only maintained passive governance, it did not mean they ignored everything.

As he got closer and closer to the main peak hall of the Taoist platform.

Zhang Jing's heart began to relax.

But unexpectedly, in the next moment.

His vision suddenly darkened, and he lost consciousness completely.

...

He had no idea how long it had been.

Zhang Jing gradually regained consciousness.

The chaos in his mind started to clear, and droplets of light began to emerge in his pitch-black field of vision.

"Everyone..."

A faint, indistinct voice reached his ears.

It was extremely vague and unclear.

"Where am I?"

A hint of bewilderment flashed across Zhang Jing's eyes.

Then.

When he lifted his eyelids slightly, he saw a man with dark and robust complexion sitting opposite him. His muscles were bulging, exuding a terrifiyng sense of power.

This man's cultivation was merely at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Yet, he strangely posed a formidable threat to Zhang Jing that was hard to put into words.

It was as if he was harboring an ancient giant demon within him.

It was just a glance.

Zhang Jing sensed from this figure a deep-seated, chaotic demonic aura capable of battling the heavens and the earth, as if once he takes action, he would turn the world upside down.

"Second Uncle Zhang, what exactly happened at my older brother's house that day? What did you see and hear? Please explain everything!"

While Zhang Jing was deep in thought.

The man opposite him suddenly asked.

Zhang Jing immediately felt a savage, primal gaze descend upon him, rendering him immobilized.

And then.

As the voice faded.

The appalling demonic aura of the figure on the opposite side was growing at a shockingly rapid pace.

In his seat.

Zhang Jing was taken aback.

Second Uncle Zhang... was he referring to him?

He couldn't help but lower his head, and his eyes flickered.

It was only at this moment.

Zhang Jing finally noticed that his clothes had inexplicably changed to a coarse grey robe, looking remarkably shabby.

"Master Wu, you are a cultivator, why bother with a mere mortal like me? I didn't lie to you, your respected older brother really died from sickness."

"Everyone knows this. Isn't that right, Second Uncle Zhang?"

On his right side.

A middle-aged man spoke in terror, not forgetting to drag Zhang Jing into the situation.

Upon hearing these words.

Zhang Jing was startled.

Master Wu? The brother who died of sickness...

His gaze instinctively scanned the faces of the other people sitting at the table.

A striking and pretty woman with a pale, haggard face caught his eye.

Next to her.

Unexpectedly sat a woman in her sixties, looking uneasy.

This scene.

No matter how he looked at it, Zhang Jing found it familiar.

"Oh no! Wu Dalang is still dead, and how the hell did I end up as an extra? Wait, does that mean the giant demon sitting across me is Wu Song?"

He was utterly confounded.

...

An hour later.

Shasha——

Zhang Jing walked step by step along a derelict and broken street.

Everything in his sight had changed dramatically compared to when he had left.

Or to put it plainly.

The entirety of Three Elements City, with its billions of inhabitants, had been entirely replaced by a grand stage, thanks to someone's transcendental methods.

He unconsciously looked up.

A strange star, emitting a sinister red light, was hanging high in the sky.

It silently replaced the sun.

"This is interesting, could such a thing happen right under the eyes of the mighty figures of the Taiyi Sect?"

Upon thinking of this.

There was a stir in Zhang Jing's heart.

On his forehead, a Primordial Chaos Dao Seal permeated with purple mist slowly emerged.

In an instant.

He sensed the existence of the Immortal Realm.

"Thankfully, I can sense the Immortal Realm, which means the entity behind this place hasn't, or can't completely cut off the power of the Tao Sect."

Zhang Jing felt unexpectedly relieved.

...

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Hidden within this Yanggu County, Zhang Jing had personally witnessed the rise and fall of a grand play.

Regrettably.

His 'role' was too insignificant.

Aside from participating in the early stages.

At other times, he could only be a spectator. Sometimes, he didn't even have the opportunity to watch and could only listen to others' recounts.

One day.

On the street.

Zhang Jing slowly came to a halt, his eyes suddenly landed on an unusually tall, burly man who had appeared abruptly in front of him.

The man had a gold and silver snake respectively adorned on each ear.

A vague sense of ancient barbarity radiated from him.

The two faced each other.

The atmosphere fell into a deafening silence.

However, the hurrying pedestrians around them seemed oblivious of this odd scene, as if they couldn't see it at all.

Not long after.

"Tsk, kid, where did you hide those thirty-six Nine-Star Xuangang Dao Steles?"

The burly man smirked.

Hearing this.

Zhang Jing instinctively understood and promptly gave a bow.

"Authentic Disciple of the Boundless Tai Yi Taoist Gate, Zhang Jing, greets you, senior. May I ask your name?"

"I am the Great Witch Xuangang from the Jiuli Realm!"

"Don't use your damned Boundless Tai Yi Taoist Gate to pressure me, kid. Quickly say, where exactly are those thirty-six Nine-Star Xuangang Steles now?"