Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"Lord Qu Junhou!" a voice boomed.

The moment the sound echoed out,

the battlefield was filled with dozens of gazes following the direction of the source.

A trace of envy had unconsciously surfaced on everyone's face.

This person was actually addressed as "Senior Brother" by the esteemed monarch. Wouldn't that mean a guaranteed rise to the monarch level in the future?

The subsequent words of Qu Junhou made the faces of the crowd go from envy to jealousy in an instant.

"They're just giving away the remnants of the god's spirit?"

Some people thought in disbelief.

Who among those present didn't understand what the god's spirit remnants signified? It was nothing less than the Heavenly Pathway that transcended the Monarch Level and led directly to the legendary Realm of Longevity!

Among the crowd.

"How could it be him? He's actually the master's Senior Brother!"

The faces of the Multi-Eye King and others instantly changed.

They unconsciously looked at each other, only to find a fleeting sense of fear on each other's faces.

That's a big problem!

They had not forgotten how the three of them had once joined forces to keep the opponent permanently inside the Demon Suppressing Department. If the other party's status as the master's Senior Brother is to seek accountability, who among them could bear it?

Thinking of this.

Both the Black Horn King and King Yufeng simultaneously glanced at the Multi-Eye King.

Their eyes seemed to say: You are the boss, the mastermind of all this, now it's your turn to step forward!

On the other hand.

Zhang Jing quietly arrived at a spot not far from the crowd.

Hearing the voice.

"God of Fortune is joking. You must have been planning for the origin of the God of Longevity for a long time, how could you bear to gift it?" he said with a smile, directly revealing the opponent's identity unconsciously.

Anyway, God of Fortune had now been fully exposed, destroying the teleportation array that would take them back to the Mysterious Yellow World.

Zhang Jing naturally had no reservations.

While talking.

He looked unintentionally at the widespread dark fog behind the opponent, causing his heart to tighten suddenly.

"The aura on this guy is still increasing, and the speed is getting faster. In contrast, the peach tree transformed from the corpse of the God of Longevity is rapidly declining. Is it because the demons outside are being killed quickly?"

Zhang Jing subconsciously recalled everything he had witnessed.

All the way.

He could feel that under the cover of the black fog, the process of the Human Clan of Nether Night Realm cultivators devouring the devils to enhance their cultivation had been accelerated countless times.

Especially the closer to the center where the black fog was thicker, this change was even more obvious.

While pondering.

"Senior Brother, what are you talking about? God of Fortune, who's God of Fortune?"

The opposing 'Qu Junhou' asked in astonishment.

"Yes, this unfamiliar king, you might have misunderstood. Our master is the chosen one, destined to lead our humanity to annihilate the devils and establish the Dynasty of Longevity God. How could he be any 'God of Fortune'?"

One of the royal elders hastily picked up the thread of conversation, saying with a sycophantic tone.

Upon hearing this.

Others immediately echoed, their gazes turned toward Zhang Jing with a hint of displeasure.

But at this moment.

Roar!!!

Accompanied by a roar that seemed to come from the primitive wilderness, the ground violently trembled.

The giant peach tree emitted an infinite amount of white light, instantly dispersing the black fog in the sky. All its roots and leaves withered in a moment, and the demons hanging on it also turned into bloody water at this moment.

An intimidating sense of terror slowly spread out.

"Little lad, leave the God of Fortune's incarnation and these humans to you. Make sure to hold them off for ten breaths!"

An aged voice abruptly echoed in Zhang Jing's mind.

On the other side.

"Damn it! The true spirit wants to escape, no way!"

Seeing the God of Longevity in such a desperate posture, 'Qu Junhou' had a change of complexion, cursing inwardly.

Even though the escape of the true spirit wouldn't have any impact on his revival plan, it would even make devouring the God of Longevity's origin smoother.

But…

If the true spirit escapes, the risk of exposing his activities in the Nether Night Realm would increase!

Exposure would mean that he has to face retribution from the Boundless Tai Yi Taoist Gate of the Mysterious Yellow World.

The thought of the numerous powerful beings in the Tao Gate,

made 'Qu Junhou' shudder involuntarily.

Killing a disciple of the Tao Gate and destroying his spirit might be the best outcome.

"I absolutely cannot let this guy's true spirit escape!" 'Qu Junhou' roared in his heart.

Above the celestial dome.

The giant indifferent human face formed by the black fog instantly began to solidify slowly. An extremely dangerous aura showered down in an instant, covering the entire heaven and earth.

At the same time.

"The Life Demon is trying to escape; everyone must stop him at all costs. Otherwise, the Human Race's future may face the risk of annihilation!"

'Qu Junhou' shouted loudly.

Upon hearing this.

All the Monarch-Level beings on the battlefield dared not hold back any longer, without the slightest hesitation, they directly mobilized all their power and rushed towards the peach wood formed by the corpse of the God of Longevity.

No one can bear the revenge of such a god-like existence.

However.

"Haha, in my opinion, the God of Fortune and all of you better not interfere."

Zhang Jing withdrew his gaze from the grand scene where the God of Longevity was fighting the black fog human face in the sky above, and then took a step forward, directly appearing in front of 'Qu Junhou' and his party.

"Senior Brother, are you trying to betray the Human Race?"

'Qu Junhou' looked coldly towards Zhang Jing.

"It's pointless to say more. If the God of Fortune wants to stop the God of Longevity, he will have to get past me," Zhang Jing did not refute, just said lightly.

Given the difference in their aims, it was naturally pointless to say more.

In the midst of their conversation.

Wu Tu Xuan Huang Magic Light! Divine Skills Imaginary Space! Illusion Heart Barrier Technique!

All methods were being fully activated by Zhang Jing.

A massive amount of earth vein power converged under his feet.

His figure suddenly became both real and illusory, and as the crowd approached, it seemed as if there was an infinite chasm between them and him.

Facing the existence of more than twenty Monarch-Level beings who were comparable to the Dharma Phase Realm, as well as the God of Fortune whose aura had multiplied several times compared to before, Zhang Jing had to exhaust all his strength. This was the only way he could withstand the assault for ten breaths of time.

The great battle erupted in an instant!

Intensive attacks crashed on Zhang Jing's protective Immortal Light, causing it to shake violently in an instant, as if it would shatter in the next moment.

However, the majestic power of the earth veins quickly flowed back in.

The protective Immortal Light, which was on the brink of breaking, was immediately restored to its original state.

"Only seven breaths left!"

Zhang Jing exhaled lightly, and then formed a seal with one hand, directly summoning the illusion of an unknown mountain peak and smashing it on a strange Monarch-Level cultivator in front of him.

Accompanied by a piercing wail.

A figure almost smashed to pieces immediately flew thousands of feet away, its body ploughing a deep trench in the rock-hard ground.

Everywhere the figure passed.

All demons and cultivators alike were smashed into clouds of blood by the terrifying force aligned with it.

Seeing this scene.

Zhang Jing, however, did not show the slightest joy on his face.

He knew that with the strong bodies of the cultivators practicing the Demon Way in this world, these injuries were nothing to them, they could recover in a few breaths.

In a matter of moments.

Several powerful figures constantly wailing and flying away were seen, but in the blink of an eye, they rejoined the battlefield.

In the crowd.

'Qu Junhou' glared at the yellow-clothed figure in front of him, who was obstructing his party's path, feeling nauseated.

"What kind of Dharma Door did this guy practice? How could his defense be so strong..."

He thought in amazement.

Meanwhile.

All the people on the field attacking Zhang Jing looked at each other, their looks full of astonishment.

He is indeed the Senior Brother of our lord.

His strength is truly terrifying.

Especially that absurdly strong defense and recovery power, giving people the creeps.

However, gradually.

The crowd noticed that Zhang Jing's protective light was gradually dimming, and his recovery speed was slowing down each time.

In one instant.

Inside the protective light.

A hint of excitement flashed across Zhang Jing's pale and listless face.

"Ten breaths!"

He looked up.

Only to see a condensed white light struggling to break through the black fog, directly drilling into a crack in the void, and disappearing.

"Good boy, see you in the future when fate allows it."

A faint old laugh echoed in his ear.