Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

The east gate of the capital city.

Crowds were coming and going, rubbing shoulders.

Voices talking, crying, laughing, and even the hawking of the petty peddlers, all merged into a continuous noise, which seemed very lively.

Suddenly.

Thump, thump——

A series of uniform and heavy footsteps rang out, instantly overriding the noisy voices.

In a moment.

All the pedestrians' faces changed, and without a moment's delay, they quickly ran to the corners on both sides, leaving the broad path clear.

About ten breaths later.

A group of a few hundred imposing figures, wearing golden armor and holding long spears, suddenly appeared in everyone's view.

The moment they approached.

These golden figures quickly separated, silently standing on both sides of the road. Their countenances were cold and stern, like statues cast from steel, filled with an awe-inspiring aura.

Seeing this scene.

Some people standing on both sides of the road couldn't help but start to whisper.

"The Golden Armor Guards of the Imperial Court, why are they here? It looks like they are here to welcome someone?"

"Who is so influential that even the Golden Armor Guards themselves have come out of the city to greet them? You should know that the Golden Guards are the foundation of our Dayin. Even the weakest among them is an upper-level general, but the squad leaders are all at the Prince level, and the head is a Monarch--"

The talking stopped halfway.

A stream of light kept appearing, then fell directly in front of the city gate, turning into six figures exuding a powerful imposing aura.

Among them, four men and one woman.

Except for the last one, a man dressed in golden armor.

The rest were all wearing dragon robes. The only difference was the number of golden dragons embroidered on their outfits.

Everyone bowed their heads, no longer daring to look.

They were taken aback and puzzled— just who were these people, that even the imperial officials and the Golden Guards personally came out to greet them?

This kind of situation was exceedingly rare.

However.

The doubts in the people's hearts lasted only for a fleeting moment.

A magnificent stream of light suddenly appeared in the sky, carrying an indescribable intimidating momentum.

Even from a distance, it gave people a suffocating feeling.

It was as though hidden in that stream of light was a restless ancient beast.

"What a strange aura, but genuinely fearsome. It should be the new Prince Consort of the Fuhu Tribe."

An elderly member of the imperial family standing in the front gasped in astonishment, his face showing some disbelief.

Where did this unfamiliar Monarch level entity pop up from?

Next to the old man.

The only woman among the five people spoke up immediately:

"The intelligence reported that this new prince consort, as soon as he appeared a month ago, consecutively defeated nine Monarchs of the Fuhu Tribe. Even the strongest previous generation Iron Curtain Khan narrowly escaped falling into his hands. I initially didn't believe it, but it seems it's not groundless."

A trace of disbelief was hidden on her stern, beautiful face.

"Moreover, this man is probably young."

"And now with this unprecedented situation, it's more of a curse than a blessing for us in Dayin."

Just as the woman's words fell.

The old man who had spoken earlier chuckled confidently, jokingly saying,

"Ha ha, Ying'er, don't worry, although this man is powerful, our Dayin is not the Fuhu Tribe. Besides, if he can be the Prince Consort of the Fuhu Tribe, why can't he be the Prince Consort of our Dayin? In terms of appearance, knowledge, and talent, where does our Ying'er lose to that Princess Tiema?"

"And I heard that the prince consort is extremely handsome, it would be perfect if he were to be Ying'er's husband."

"Ancestors, you are teasing me again."

As the words fell.

A blush spread across the woman's pretty face.

The next moment.

"King Minghong, later on, you will have to personally test the strength of the new Prince Consort."

The old man turned his head and said lightly.

"I understand."

The Golden Armor Guardsman at the end answered in a deep voice, a terrifying fighting desire slowly rising in his eyes.

Not long after.

A dazzling rainbow-colored light suddenly burst forth, a figure in gold spouting fresh blood was sent flying out, instantly smashing through the several dozen feet high city wall.

Then.

That figure continued to crash into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

A gust of wind blew over.

The dust gradually dispersed.

At the original place, only a bottomless pit remained, emitting a touch of hot destructive breath, dense cracks like spiderwebs spread instantaneously in all directions.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Eyes glued on the young figure standing proudly in the middle of the field.

The old man, who was smiling confidently just now, couldn't smile anymore.

Opposite.

"Members of the Dayin Imperial Court, I wonder if my little strength is eye-catching?" Qu Junhou said with a smile, his face full of relaxed and pleased expression.

Behind him.

The three Monarch level beings from the Fuhu Tribe, along with a tall and beautiful woman, had unwittingly revealed proud expressions on their faces.

Hearing this.

The old man pursed his lips, then answered with a complex tone:

"The prince consort's strength exceeds the rumors."

In mid-conversation.

He could not help but glance at the beautiful woman beside him, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Perhaps the joke just now was not without reason.

At that moment.

A dazzling yellow heavenly light suddenly erupted from within the city, and a heavy aura spread in all directions along the ground.

What is this—?

Everyone turned their heads towards the direction of the exploding heavenly light.

And among the crowd.

"It's him! Such a dense earth power. However, this seems different from his usual original path. Also, this way of controlling the void of the mind, I have never seen him use it before. Tsk, he hid it really deep!"

A meaningful expression flashed across Qu Junhou's face.

...

...

On the other side.

Zhang Jing stood on the ground, his whole person enveloped in the Imaginary Space created by his Divine Skills, somewhat elusive.

He pinched a magic formula, the yellow heavenly light crisscrossed at his fingertips, and the limitless power of ground veins kept gathering under his feet, replenishing the rapidly drained mana.

Zhang Jing looked around.

Three beast-like huge figures, deep demon lights pulsating over their bodies, were slowly moving around, closing in on Zhang Jing from three directions.

The ground was shaking violently.

Time ticked away.

Hiss—

Thousands of eyes covering the Multi-Eye King's body had all opened, forming a terrifying net of gazes that sealed off all space around Zhang Jing and gradually tightened.

The gazes were incredibly sharp.

Wherever they went, tiny black cracks appeared in space, crisscrossed like a web.

However.

Just as the web was about to reach Zhang Jing, it was suddenly blocked by mountain-like yellow light, unable to advance even half an inch further.

A faint voice resounded in the ears of several people in the field.

At the same time.

The Black Horn King started beating his forehead rapidly with both hands and after a while, a black horn slowly emerged from between his brows.

An extremely evil and gloomy aura began to spread around him.

In an instant.

A chill-inducing black light shot out from the horn and flew straight towards Zhang Jing.

"This should work this time, right?"

Watching the black light.

King Yufeng, who had been ready to act, and the Multi-Eye King, who controlled the gaze net to restrict Zhang Jing's movements, had a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

However.

That black light filled with the expectations of the three went straight through Zhang Jing's body shield like it was non-existent. After breaking through it, it actually passed straight through Zhang Jing's body.

As if the person in front of them was an illusion.

"Troublesome!"

They glanced at each other, the same thought emerging in their hearts.

At this moment.

Zhang Jing, who appeared somewhat illusory, also couldn't help furrowing his brows, a hint of irritation flashing in his eyes.

As his gaze swept over the net that was getting tighter around him, he thought quietly:

"This avatar's defense is terrifying, even without the body shield, these three can't harm me in the slightest. However, when it comes to attacking, it's far inferior to my main body."

"Maybe this is what it means to gain some, lose some."

It didn't seem to matter much when he was dealing with people and devils below the Golden Core Realm.

But when facing the Dharma Phase Realm, especially multiple Dharma Phase Realms working together in coordination, the playground of this avatar lacking a strong offensive ability was completely exposed.

Sigh—

Zhang Jing sighed, a faint sense of retreat emerging in his heart.

He knew if he delayed any longer, other Dharma Phase Realm beings in the capital city would arrive.

By then, it would be really hard to leave.

Having thought of this.

Zhang Jing's eyes flickered, then he took a deep breath and began to shape the mantra with both hands.

The Earth's vein energy under his feet suddenly started to boil wildly. Shadows of mountains miles away were drawn towards him, ready to smash down on the three opponents.

Roar!

Three mournful howls sounded one after another, and the ground began to collapse, completely burying the three heads of The Demon Suppressing Department.

Zhang Jing took a step and slowly sank into the ground.

Even his aura disappeared without a trace.

Not long after.

Three figures strugglingly climbed out from the soil. Realizing that Zhang Jing had completely disappeared, they were filled with anger.

"Search! We must find that guy!"

"I want him torn to pieces!"

"Damn it, does he really think he can come and go as he pleases in the headquarters of The Demon Suppressing Department?"