Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

The Dayin Imperial Court governs thirty-six provinces and one hundred ninety-seven counties.

This vast territory, extending a million miles, lies at the center of the Nether Night Realm and is the richest part of it.

The Wanlong Province, which is situated in the heartland of the Dayin Imperial Court, serves as the site of the capital city.

With a concentration of spiritual elegance and an abundance of formidable individuals, it presents a picture of vibrancy.

Naturally.

The countless humans inhabiting Wanlong Province also attract innumerable devils.

These devils vary in strength. The weak ones are merely spirits, but there are also numerous powerful entities such as Big Demons, all of which have gathered around the million-mile mountain region on the periphery.

Endless danger comes with endless opportunities.

At every moment.

Brutal battles are unfolding in the million-mile mountains.

These battles may involve humans and devils, devils against each other, or humans against each other!

Moreover, it is said that.

The ninety-nine storied Demon Suppressing Tower of the Dayin Imperial Court is hidden somewhere in the million-mile mountain region, but apart from the court's top-ranking officials, no one knows its exact location.

On this day.

In a mountain range shrouded in strange black clouds.

A dazzlingly bright yellow Fairy Light suddenly lit up, instantly dispelling the black clouds engulfing the mountain.

The air fell eerily silent.

Under the illumination of this unnamed yellow Fairy Light.

Even the year-round gales of black sand, had frozen in place.

Boom——

A deafening noise suddenly erupted.

Immediately following that.

As if struck by a falling star.

The entire mountain range began to shake violently, causing the surrounding earth to tremble continuously.

Shockwaves carrying enormous power swept out in all directions.

Wherever the shockwaves passed, thick, thriving forests were flattened, and even the ground was peeled up, revealing the rugged rocky layer underneath.

Time passed slowly.

Everything returned to calm.

Zhang Jing's illusory figure began to solidify slowly, and meanwhile, the bright yellow Fairy Light on his body gradually faded.

Not far in front of him.

A three-eyed White Bone Raven, with wings spanning dozens of feet, lay quietly on the ground, its corpse already in tatters.

Zhang Jing averted his gaze.

"These big demon level devils, each one's abilities are more bizarre than the last, and their vitality is exceptionally strong. No wonder the cultivators in this world who take the path of cultivating the devil's way put their hunting targets on their fellow human cultivators."

Recalling the various abilities, including mind pollution, body corrosion, curses, and phantom weaving, that this raven had just exhibited.

An understanding was abruptly born in his heart.

Shaking his head, his thoughts quickly returned to the present.

Zhang Jing focused his gaze and then lightly stepped towards the corpse in front.

Before long.

A palm-sized bone, faintly glowing with a black light, floated leisurely out from within the body of the three-eyed White Bone Raven, and subsequently softly landed on Zhang Jing's outstretched hand.

His Divine Sense probed slightly, and an unconcealed smile slowly crept up his face.

"One Demon Heart Core from an upper-tier Big Demon, another eight million general experience points gained."

"Very good!"

Zhang Jing nodded in satisfaction and flipped his palm.

The Demon Heart Core instantly disappeared.

The next moment.

He cast an expectant glance in the direction of the capital city.

"After a month of traveling, I'm finally almost there. I hope the Treasury of Misfortune will not disappoint me. And that ninety-nine storied Demon Suppressing Tower, which can completely evade my perception, is indeed rather mysterious..."

As Zhang Jing thought so, his figure gradually faded away from the spot.

Meantime.

Tens of miles away.

Several crimson figures were speeding forward, their formidable bodies smashing the air as they passed, leaving white trails in their wake.

Upon closer inspection.

These were actually cultivators of the Demon Suppressing Department wearing official robes embroidered with red silver python patterns.

At this moment, everyone wore a stern expression, preparing themselves as if for a major battle.

Suddenly.

"Stop!"

The man at the forefront, clothed in sky blue official robes, abruptly came to a halt and softly called out.

As soon as his call echoed.

Everyone immediately ceased all movement and froze, standing motionlessly behind him.

"Lord Han Shui, may I ask what has occurred?"

A man, who appeared to have a significant status, hastily stepped forward and asked with due respect.

But.

The leading man named 'Lord Coldwater' did not pay attention to him.

His gaze was fixed on the front, and his body, hidden under his robes, stiffened in an instant.

It was as if he had sensed a lethal threat.

He seemed to perceive Lord Coldwater's oddity.

The man couldn't resist following his gaze, and a ghostly yellow figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

In a trance.

He seemed to see a pair of yellow eyes filled with aloofness, looking down on all beings, as if some deity.

His consciousness abruptly went blank.

His mind was immediately occupied by those bright yellow eyes, and all his perceptions of the outside world vanished at this moment.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

Whoosh, whoosh——

Heavy breathing echoed intermittently in his ears.

The man's consciousness gradually regained its clarity.

"Lord Coldwater, is that—?"

He unconsciously looked at Lord Coldwater, who was standing beside him in silence, with an expression full of horror.

"A man in yellow, presumably a Monarch Level! Who else could it be?" Lord Coldwater let out a long sigh, speaking without turning his head.

"What? It's him!"

The man shouted in surprise, his eyes wide open.

How could he not know who was being referred to?

All officers of The Demon Suppressing Department, or people well informed, in each county and state, knew of this person's existence within this month.

Not for any other reason.

It was solely because the strength this person exhibited along the way was too frightening.

In just thirty days, the man had killed thirteen Big Demons, and countless other devils and monsters.

What was even stranger was.

Departments of The Demon Suppressing Department of the Dayin dynasty couldn't find any record about this Monarch Level figure's identity. It seemed like he had appeared out of thin air.

The only thing known was that this person first appeared in Mengyang County, Wutong Province.

Absolutely unimaginable.

The man's route seemed to be headed straight for the capital.

The Demon Suppressing Department, even the palace of Dayin, couldn't help but be tense.

While pondering.

The man suddenly realized that Lord Coldwater, for some unknown reason, had already turned around and started to walk back. The others followed him without saying a word.

"My lord, what about our mission?"

He called out anxiously.

However, Lord Coldwater did not slow his steps in response to his words.

"Having sighted his traces, and considering his modus operandi, don't you think that the Three-eyed Dark Crow from our mission already lost its life?"

A calm voice rang in his ears.

The man was taken aback.

...

...

Another ten days had passed without notice.

In a inn in the capital.

A storyteller sat at a table, vividly narrating something, saliva flying everywhere.

"Like lightning in slow motion! The Black Tiger Demon, wrecking havoc thousands of miles away, spat out a demon wind, stirring up a dust storm, appearing ready to escape. But would the Yellow-robed King agree? Absolutely not! Why?"

"Because the Yellow-robed King knew that if the tiger was let go at this time, countless common people would undoubtedly fall prey to it."

"With a kind heart like Bodhisattva, how could he sit idly by and watch all this happen?"

"So——"

"The Yellow-robed King revealed a cold smile, and a yellow light suddenly emitted from between his brows. In an instant, the world turned dark!"

Just when everyone in the hall was engrossed in the story.

With a 'thud'!

"To know what happens next, stay tuned for the next episode."

Upon the voice settling.

A stream of shouts and jeers erupted.

The storyteller, however, as if accustomed to it, deftly began packing up his things.

At this moment.

At the table against the window.

Zhang Jing, now in a different outfit, had an odd expression surface on his face.

If he guessed correctly.

The Yellow-robed King the storyteller was talking about, probably referred to him.

Only, when did he ever encounter a Black Tiger Demon, and consider the well-being of ordinary people?

Zhang Jing shook his head almost amusingly, then turned his gaze to the window.

In his sight.

The majestic Demon Suppressing Department was faintly visible.