Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Ling Shu Mountain Dojo.

Qingjing Palace.

Zhang Jing suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of purple glimmering in his gaze.

His mind stirred.

Inside the Mud Pill Palace, the jade talisman quivered slightly.

A string of information flashed by.

[Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword. Level 3（11.09 million / 12 million）]

Skill traits: Karma returning to its origin (Immortal)

"I'm just short of the last bit. I must continue to strive. But why does the six-line Divine Skills keep giving me vague warnings? Is there trouble with my avatar in the Nether Night Realm?"

Zhang Jing's gaze suddenly deepened.

With a flick of his hand, his profound mana boiled over, and he activated the six-line Divine Skills in an instant. A transient and indefinite river of illusion began to wind and spin around his finger.

After what felt like ages.

The waves of mana slowly calmed.

Zhang Jing's heart sank in an instant.

"I can't see anything, nothing at all! Is it because my avatar's fate is linked to a celestial existence? It's a shame that the distance is too great for my avatar to transmit this information."

"Ah well, let's first level up the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword to level 4. Perhaps there will be a different sort of change this time. After all, the Immortal Slayer Demon Blade was refined by Senior Xuangang using methods from the divine treasures scripture."

He sighed lightly.

Zhang Jing exhaled slowly, his eyes gradually focusing.

Withheartbeat eyes.

The faint glint of a burning crimson curved blade flickered, emanating a terrifying demonic intention that seemed bent on tearing the heavens, judging the gods.

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On the other side.

Within the Nether Night Realm.

A golden celestial light was frantically weaving through the intersecting earth veins deep underground, advancing at a horrifying speed.

"Faster, even faster!"

Zhang Jing, in his yellow robe, shouted in his heart in a state of eagerness.

For some reason, his mind was feeling unsteady.

"This shouldn't be. With the activation spell of the teleportation array, I should be able to easily return to the Mysterious Yellow World. Besides, that place is extremely hidden. Only Qu Junhou and I should know of it unless - that old monster who took possession! "

Zhang Jing's eyes abruptly grew focused.

He instantly reacted, and finally understood the source of the nagging worry that had been lurking in his heart.

Yes!

That old monster might not let him return so easily.

After all, once he goes back, the monster's act of possessing a disciple of Boundless Taiyi Taoist Gate will most likely be exposed.

Don't forget, Qu Junhou might only be a nominal disciple of Supreme Green Scenic Immortal Realm, but given the talent he has displayed, he must have caught the attention of a True Monarch.

The consequences of angering a True Monarch of a Tao Sect can be imagined.

Crucially, the final words of Qu Junhou implied that the possessor had seized control over the consciousness of his host.

With that in mind.

Zhang Jing's escape speed in the earth veins became faster.

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Half a day later.

In the familiar cavern.

Zhang Jing looked at the destroyed teleportation array and his face immediately twisted with displeasure.

He was too late!

"This aura that seeks to obliterate everything, there's no doubt that it's Qu Junhou!"

Zhang Jing crouched down, his Divine Sense carefully scanning the ruined Array. He began to recall the content recorded in the jade slip about the array, hoping to see if he could fix it.

However.

As time passed bit by bit.

At some point.

A touch of disappointment flickered in Zhang Jing's eyes.

Everything was within expectations.

After such a deliberate destruction by the enemy, wanting to repair the Array has become extremely difficult. Moreover, the most significant thing is that the Origin Crystal that serves as the Array's core has been taken away.

Without a substitute, there's no way to discuss fixing the array.

The atmosphere suddenly became eerily quiet.

After a long while.

A cold sneer echoed softly in the cavern.

"Oh ho, you want to play, then... I'll play along. The grand spectacle about to take place in the Nether Night Realm must have to do with your possession."

In a short while.

The cavern again restored its tranquility.

Zhang Jing's figure silently vanished without a trace.

In its place was the ruined array, quietly witnessing everything.

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Time trickled by, and before they knew it, another month had passed.

During this time.

The people living in the capital could clearly feel that more and more cultivators are converging from different places, yet the city strangely maintained an unusual calmness.

As if preparing for some major event.

An atmosphere of impending storm hung in the air throughout the city.

On this day.

Before dawn.

In the military training ground of the Dayin Royal Court's Troops Department in the northern city.

The field was already densely packed with soldiers exuding a powerful aura. Each of them was clad in armor shimmering with cold light, and the spears in their hands reeked strongly of blood.

In the front, a legion of Golden Armor Guards was neatly lined up.

The atmosphere had reached the peak of heaviness.

Not long after.

A golden figure and a black figure slowly ascended the commanding platform.

"Soldiers, the time to eradicate demons and cleanse the world is here! We will face a torrent of demons on this expedition, and it's extremely dangerous. Few will return. Are you afraid?"

The man in golden armor scanned the icy faces below, then shouted courageously.

"Not afraid!"

All soldiers raised their spears in unison, shouting fervently.

"Wind!"

The man in black armor moved forward and unsheathed his blood-stained longsword, pointing it towards the sky.

In an instant.

"Wind! Wind! Great Wind!"

The sound filled with a desire to fight was like a tsunami, reverberating throughout the city.

Gradually.

The scattered shouts echoed from every corner of the city, merging into a great wave of intimidating intent, shaking the majestic capital and even scattering the clouds in the sky.

A red light suddenly shone from the horizon.

At this moment.

The Demon Suppressing Department.

Straight and tall figures stood silently in a spacious courtyard, emitting a murderous aura like rolling waves of blood.

In front of these people.

Figures in green robes stood equally silent.

In a short while.

Three figures looking like demonic spirits stepped out from the room inside.

The Multi-Eye King leading the group opened his multiple eyes, and thousands of dangerous glances fell on every person present.

"I won't bother with encouragement speeches."

He spoke abruptly, his voice hoarse.

"There are countless demons waiting for you to devour. Seize the opportunity and you might ascend to a Monarch Level, equal to us. It's not impossible."

The moment his words fell.

An endless sense of greed and bloodthirst spread throughout the courtyard, even tainting the air with a tinge of red.

"Set off now!"

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At the same time.

Inside the palace of the Dayin Royal Court.

Twenty-three figures exuding the powerful aura of Monarch Level existence stood tall, like divine mountains, giving an overpowering sense of terror.

In front of the crowd.

"Noble Qu Junhou, I want to thank you again, and the other monarchs of the Northern Plains tribes for your help. When we return victorious, I will personally celebrate for you all."

A noble figure in a dragon robe addressed 'Qu Junhou' warmly.

"Your Majesty, you are too polite. We came here to resolve the problem of the prohibition under the Demon Suppressing Tower! Also, I might need Your Majesty's assistance for the prohibitions in the Northern Plains."

Qu Junhou said jokingly, an inscrutably dark glint passing swiftly through his eyes.

"Haha, very well."

The Dayin Emperor laughed heartily, then said:

"I will trouble all of you then. When you return, I will personally greet you three hundred miles outside the city."

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It was broad daylight.

By the window of a loft.

Zhang Jing, in a yellow robe, was standing with his hands behind him, looking thoughtfully towards the Demon Suppressing Department below.

"Everyone from the Demon Suppressing Department had left. This should be the perfect chance to borrow the Treasury of Misfortune. But..."

It seemed he thought of something.

Zhang Jing shook his head, laughing to himself.

I'm not even sure if I can make it back this time. Even if I could get the Demon Heart Core and other peculiar items from the Treasury of Misfortune, what use would they be?

With that thought.

He turned to look in a certain direction outside the city.

His gaze seemed to pierce through countless barriers, landing on 'Qu Junhou'.

"The Demon Suppressing Tower, the forbidden area, the sacred remains of the Half-Step Heavenly Immortal Realm...I wonder what tricks you're up to."

With a flash in his eyes, Zhang Jing sighed:

"If only I had my Red Profession Slashing Immortal Demon Sword now. I would simply chop them all to death and be done with it."

"Moreover, the Karma Power in this world is rather strong. Relying on the Boundless Power Returning feature of the demon sword, it might even advance to the level of Immortal Treasure!"