Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Zhang Jing slowly turned around.

What met his eyes was a figure shrouded in dark fog, giving an impression of stooped posture.

"May I ask what needs the elder has that led you to bring me here?"

He paused and then asked politely.

Although he did not know the identity of the other party, there were already faint guesses in Zhang Jing's heart.

Most likely, it was the Unity Realm Stage towering tree he saw before.

After all, apart from it, Zhang Jing could not think of any existence that could silently teleport him away.

On this point.

Even if it was Qu Junhou, who had been seized by body possession, it was impossible.

At least not yet!

On the other side.

"Little guy, since you came from the Mysterious Yellow World, you must have seen the God of Fortune."

As he spoke.

The figure leaned close to Zhang Jing and sniffed him carefully.

Without waiting for Zhang Jing to respond, he nodded to himself and said:

"This sour and stinky smell, yes, it's him. It seems that you had contact with him not long ago."

Zhang Jing was startled by the words and quickly caught on, with a thoughtful look he said:

"God of Fortune? You're talking about him--"

"Exactly, him."

After speaking, the elder waved a hand, and Qu Junhou's phantom appeared before Zhang Jing.

"His consciousness is now occupied by half of the residual soul of the God of Fortune. Once he devours me, the God of Longevity, and the other guy, the God of Rank, he can gather the Three Paths of Fortune, Longevity, and Rank to guide the other half of his residual soul into his body and revive completely. At the same time, he can form a Heavenly Immortal Tao fruit."

Seeing the increasingly intense look of confusion on Zhang Jing's face.

The elder sighed slightly, unintentionally revealing a hint of loneliness and sorrow in his voice.

"Ah, would you like to hear our story? I haven't spoken for many years."

"Elder, please speak, I'm all ears."

Zhang Jing replied with a smile.

"It was a very, very long time ago."

"The destruction of the Nether Night Realm was somewhat related to the great war in your Mysterious Yellow World. We three were Primordial Divinities who were born along with this world. However, because the Nether Night Realm was too small, we were not born as mature as the other Primordial Deities, and we were only the so-called Semi-Heavenly Immortal Realm at birth."

"After the great war in the Mysterious Yellow World ended, the God of Fortune, with his broken divine soul, brought back the divine corpses of the God of Longevity and the God of Rank to the Nether Night Realm, and buried them separately, and then buried himself in another place."

"This is also the origin of the Three Forbidden Areas that are talked about outside."

"Wait a minute, divine corpse?"

Zhang Jing looked at his counterpart in astonishment and asked in confusion.

"Yes, corpse. To be precise, the two of us, the God of Rank and I, were merely the consciousness newly born in the dead divine corpses, and only mastered a small part of the original Dao of the God of Longevity and the God of Rank."

The elder replied calmly.

So that was the case.

A look of realization flashed through Zhang Jing's eyes.

He had been wondering why, if this guy in front of him was a Primordial Deity, he seemed a little too weak.

On the other side.

After answering.

The elder stopped paying attention to Zhang Jing, and just started talking on his own:

"However, the God of Fortune is different. A hint of his divine soul remains, and he wasn't willing to die with the Nether Night Realm, disappearing bit by bit."

"Therefore, in order to completely resurrect, he split his residual soul into two parts. Half of it merged with the origin of the Nether Night Realm, generating the wills of all living beings of the Human Race, and the other half entered the Mysterious Yellow World."

"Why? There should be no need for such an effort if one wants to nurture a divine soul."

Zhang Jing asked, surprised.

"By letting the divine soul permeated with the origin aura of the Mysterious Yellow World, it prepares for the practice in the Undying Tao system of the Mysterious Yellow World after rebirth. The Nether Night Realm is broken and too small to support the existence of a Heavenly Immortal."

The elder said slowly.

Time passed little by little.

With the narrative of this "God of Longevity" undead spirit, the real situation of the entire Nether Night Realm gradually emerged before Zhang Jing's eyes.

"Is there anything else you would like to ask?"

The elder raised his head, and a gaze filled with inexpressible anticipation pierced through the black fog and lightly landed on Zhang Jing's face.

"May I ask, elder."

Zhang Jing made a salutation with his hands, his eyes suddenly intensified, and he asked bluntly:

"Why would such bizarre devils be bred from this divine corpse?"

He was no longer as nervous as before.

Zhang Jing knew in his heart that this being before him certainly has something to ask of him, otherwise, he wouldn't have brought him here intentionally, and stupidly spilled everything about the Nether Night Realm.

From the current situation he could see.

The campaign between the Human Race and demons of this world was essentially a struggle between the God of Fortune who had seized Qu Junhou, the corpse spirit of the God of Longevity in front of him, and another corpse spirit of the God of Rank.

One party wants to resurrect, and also wants to devour the paths of Longevity and Rank, in one fell swoop building a foundation as a Heavenly Immortal.

Then transform into Qu Junhou, return to the Boundless Tai Yi Taoist Gate in the Mysterious Yellow World, and from thereon the Immortal Way becomes boundless.

The other party is instinctively resisting the erosion of the God of Fortune, hence the corpses give rise to devils in an attempt to exterminate the Human Race, thereby weakening that half of the God of Fortune's divine soul.

Wait a minute!

Seemingly suddenly realizing something.

Zhang Jing abruptly froze in place.

If this was the case, why did Qu Junhou, or the consciousness of half the soul of the God of Fortune, strongly encourage him to enter the Nether Night Realm before? Wouldn't that unnecessarily add variables to his resurrection plan?

After plotting for such long ages.

Zhang Jing couldn't believe that the God of Fortune would be so unwise. Could it be — His real target for usurping was himself?

A ridiculous thought suddenly emerged in his heart.

However, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

Otherwise, he really couldn't explain the God of Fortune's actions.

"Did he take a fancy to my identity as a True Disciple, my talent, or both?"

Zhang Jing thought with a sense of irony.

At the same time, he felt a twinge of relief in his heart — Fortunately, it was his avatar that came this time.

As he was contemplating.

"This, I don't know. Ever since I can remember, there has been a terrifyingly polluted power lingering in the divine corpse, and the devils it nurtures are also polluted by it. Perhaps the fall of the God of Longevity and God of Status has something to do with this power."

"Perhaps the God of Fortune knows something."

The old man shook his head, uncertainty in his tone.

Hearing this.

Zhang Jing decided not to ask any more.

All he did was take a deep breath, then look directly at the other party, asking word by word:

"Senior, could you please tell me, what commands do you have for me?"

The air suddenly fell into silence.

After a long while.

"Little guy, how about we make a deal?"

The old man suddenly said ominously: "Now that the resurrection of the God of Fortune has become a certainty, neither I nor the God of Status have the power to stop it."

Having said that.

The old man once again looked at Zhang Jing expectantly, then said:

"I'll give you the remaining Essence of Origin and Life from the divine corpse. In return, you help me delay the God of Fortune's incarnation and the human monarchs he leads for a moment."

Essence of Origin and Life?

A thought passed through Zhang Jing's mind, but his expression remained serene.

"Senior, the cross-dimensional transmission array has been destroyed by the God of Fortune, and the Origin Crystal is missing, causing me to be trapped in the Nether Night Realm. Once the God of Fortune resurrects, I'm afraid my life won't be spared. What use will your Essence of Origin and Life be to me?"

He said without batting an eyelid.

"That's right, but if it's about the Origin Crystal..." The old man was silent for a moment before he spoke in a low voice: "Take it, and go to the forbidden land at the extreme of the Eastern Sea. The God of Status should have what you want there."

As his voice fell.

A prime-sized golden peach blossom appeared out of thin air, then gently fell into Zhang Jing's hand.

There really was one!

A faint excitement flashed through Zhang Jing's heart.

"Junior understands, thank you, senior!"

"Good!" The old man nodded in satisfaction.

In a flash.

An object seemingly woven from countless beams of pure white divine light slowly appeared before Zhang Jing's eyes. Its form was changeable, sometimes appearing real and sometimes illusory, occasionally taking the form of a human, then changing into various types of plants and animals. It looked rather strange.

"This is... the Essence of Origin and Life? Senior, you're just giving it to me like this, aren't you afraid that after I leave, I'll just ignore the God of Fortune and his people?"

Zhang Jing laughed as he took the Essence of Origin and Life.

"Ha-ha!"

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Little guy, where else can you run? Besides, don't you also need my token of trust?"

His last sentence was especially meaningful.

Zhang Jing's heart inexplicably tightened.

...

...

An hour later.

On the dark mist-shrouded land.

The tall figure of Zhang Jing donned in a yellow robe pressed forward. His steps seemed slow, but his speed was, in reality, incredibly fast.

Scenes of Cultivators and devils fighting fiercely constantly flashed past him.

There were people who were no match for the devils, and seemed likely to be devoured by them at any moment, but Zhang Jing merely glanced at them indifferently and didn't pause for a moment.

"If the spirit of the God of Longevity isn't lying to me, then helping the Human Race is equivalent to helping the God of Fortune, this really is the constant change of the world. However, choosing to stand on the side of the devils and massacring the human Cultivators doesn't align with my beliefs."

"I might as well not help either."

He wasn't thinking about the Demon Heart Core anymore, only about getting out of the Nether Night Realm before the God of Fortune made a move on him, preserving this avatar and the Essence of Origin and Life in his hand.

This was a top-tiered innate divine item.

Before long.

A monstrous peach tree came into view, its trunk alone was hundreds of feet wide. Countless branches sprawled out, hanging massive devils with formidable energy.

Moreover, numerous tree roots like ancient serpentine dragons burrowed out from the ground, frantically lunging at the nearly thirty figures in mid-air. The sky was already filled with continuous black cracks.

It was as if this space would shatter at any moment.

And it was plainly visible.

From the dome of the sky, dense black fog kept emerging, then crazily surged toward the towering peach tree. Behind that black fog, one could vaguely see a disinterested human face that covered the sky.

"Is this the God of Longevity's body after being polluted?"

"That face spewing out black fog should be the collective will of the human race embodied by the God of Fortune."

"If I want to get out, I have to make a desperate move!"

A helpless smile suddenly emerged on Zhang Jing's face. Without any hesitation, he strode forward directly towards 'Qu Junhou' and his team.