Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"Did that guy's True Spirit manage to escape again?"

Below, his gaze also lingered on the condensed white light that whisked away through the void, making 'Qu Junhou's' complexion turn extremely dark.

He knew.

Though the momentum of his resurrection was irreversible, he had inevitably buried a huge time bomb!

Once the other party successful reincarnates, there will come a day when the Boundless Tai Yi Taoist Gate learns of this. At that point, if he remains merely a Heavenly True Monarch, he would be doomed to never recover.

Maybe an Immortal Golden Immortal could still save him!

Thinking about this.

'Qu Junhou' coldly glanced at Zhang Jing, quite unintentionally.

The culprit was none other than Zhang Jing, who stood in front of them, blocking their way. Without him blocking, the remnants of the God of Longevity's spirit would absolutely not be able to run away.

"At this point, there is no other way. We can only speed up the process."

"Zhang Jing, this little fellow with the potential of a Golden Immortal, the moment the two souls merge, seize him immediately, then return to Qingxiao Xueming Heaven. Find a suitable opportunity to swiftly elevate one's cultivation, and become a Proving Daoist Immortal as soon as possible."

"At the same time start looking for signs of the God of Longevity's leftover spirit in the nearby worlds."

"Humph, it's just a True Spirit, it can't run far, and it can't go into Mysterious Yellow World. It should not be too hard to find."

The future plan silently formed inside his mind.

However, a thread of worry mysteriously added to his heart: What kind of protection does the Taoist Gate offer to Zhang Jing as a True Disciple?

The God of Fortune did not know, nor did he wish to know.

Since the time he determined that Zhang Jing possessed the potential of being an Immortal Golden Immortal and made him the most vital part of his resurrection, there was no going back.

After all, even if he does not do this, he would eventually die out with the Nether Night Realm.

It would be better to go all out and risk everything.

Once successful, the hopes of becoming an Immortal Golden Immortal Taoist Monarch are in sight. If the Dao remains unscathed, so will I, eternally free and unfettered across all space and time.

What a joy would that be?

His thoughts returned to reality.

In his field of vision.

A bleak, bright-yellow immortal light quickly entered the ground, and then immediately left the battlefield, flying straight towards the entrance of the forbidden area.

The others were just preparing to stand up and give chase, wanting to seize the opportunity to kill, but were suddenly stopped by 'Qu Junhou'.

"Let him go for now, I have something to tell all of you."

He said softly.

At the same time, the black fog throne above his head became even more solid, exuding a vast and imposingly terrifying aura.

"Please, give your orders!"

Upon hearing this, everyone on the battlefield turned around one after another, with fanatic expressions in their eyes as they looked at 'Qu Junhou' and the throne behind him.

"The Life Demon of this forbidden area has fallen, and the Human Race has greatly prospered. I am going to seal myself in meditation here to digest the harvest. After you leave, you should mobilize all the forces of the Human Race in Dayin, the Northern Plains, and even the Eastern Sea countries, and do your utmost to annihilate the devils that have been scattered outside. From the lowest levels to the devils, not a single one should be let go."

"This is our Human Race's total offensive against the devils!"

"As for the forbidden area at the extreme end of the Eastern Sea, I will personally go there after I come out of this seclusion. Your job is to guard the gate of the Demon Suppressing Tower in the forbidden area, absolutely not allowing anyone to enter, and also not allowing any devil to come out."

'Qu Junhou' said indifferently, his face was calm.

"Yes!" Everyone answered in unison.

Afterwards.

"Your majesty, I dare to ask, how should we deal with that Senior Brother of yours?" The Multi-Eye King's eyes suddenly flashed down below, and he tentatively asked.

"Senior Brother?"

'Qu Junhou' pondered for a moment, then said softly:

"Since my Senior Brother has chosen to side with the devils, then he is a traitor to the Human Race. In this case, notify Dayin, the various tribes of the Northern Plains, and the countries of the Eastern Sea, to issue a full-scale manhunt for Zhang Jing! Also, since he has sided with the devils, there is a high likelihood that he will go to the forbidden land at the extreme end of the Eastern Sea or the deep part of the Northern Plains."

After saying that.

He directly looked at Multi-Eye King.

"Multi-Eye King, I remember that you, along with Black Horn King and King Yufeng, once joined forces to drive him back. This time, you three will be the ones to pursue him."

"Furthermore, the royal family of Dayin has to dispatch three more Monarch-level powerhouses to assist the three of Multi-Eye King."

'Qu Junhou' shifted his gaze to the old man of the Imperial Family.

"The six of you joining forces may not be enough to kill my Senior Brother, but it's sufficient to slow down his pace. You must make it impossible for him to reach the remaining two devil's forbidden lands, so as to prevent him from sabotaging our Human Race's plan to exterminate the devils."

"Wait, isn't his name Feng Wuyu?" The old man of Imperial Family asked.

"That's an alias."

'Qu Junhou' paused, and his gaze swept across everyone's faces.

"As for the others, according to what I just said, start a full-scale slaughter of the devils outside."

"We obey your command!"

In an instant, all the people shouted excitedly.

Among them, the expressions on the faces of Multi-Eye King and the others were the most excited.

They were initially worried that the monarch-level being named Zhang Jing would take advantage of their Senior Brother's status to trouble them. Unexpectedly, this man went insane, pledged his allegiance to the devil, and stood against the mighty forces of heaven.

"No matter how strong his power may be, he is destined to find a doomed course,"

The three of them unanimously thought.

Time slowly passed.

Within the forbidden area tainted with blood.

Only a colossal tree trunk that held up the heavens was left of the remains of the God of Longevity, which was enshrouded by the thick black fog thick enough to materialize. Rustling noises of tearing and swallowing emanated from the depth of the black fog.

Underneath the tree.

'Qu Junhou' sat in meditation.

Behind him, on the throne formed by the coagulated black fog, a tall human silhouette gradually appeared wearing a tri-colored crown and tri-colored imperial robe. The figure had three faces, each looking at various directions, emanating an impressive authority.

The right head of this odd silhouette had only a faint outline.

However, the left head was quickly materializing, with its benevolent and elderly face faintly visible.

An unknown amount of time passed.

Boom---

The remains of the God of Longevity suddenly collapsed and turned into dust afterwards.

The black fog in the sky returned to 'Qu Junhou's body as if returning to their nest.

The next moment.

An overwhelming aura that soared into the sky suddenly burst out, directly dispersing the dark clouds overhead.

Simultaneously, accompanied by a 'clatter' of dull noises, one after another enormous cracks began to appear on the ground, followed by massive areas beginning to collapse.

As if the earth suddenly had to bear an unbelievably immense weight.

At this moment.

'Qu Junhou's figure quietly disappeared.

In his place was a magnificent emperor figure about 300 feet tall, with immortal light constantly flowing on his tri-colored imperial robe. His crown hung with strings of beads resembling threads of fate, with good and bad luck strung together.

Three faces - old or young, were imposing and sacred.

Their gaze fell and surveyed the human world.

Behind this emperor, a vast polar aurora sea was faintly visible, and a majestic throne stood majestically in the middle.

"Just after the breakthrough, it is a 300-foot polar aurora birth sky official emperor Dharma phase, isn't it? The Xuanhuang World Taoist Immortal Way law is indeed extraordinary."

"It is a pity that the Dharma phase still lacks in the way of the Lu Gods."

"It seems that there is a need for a trip to the Eastern Sea. Old friend, hehe---"

The grand voice, accompanied by a creepy, wicked laugh, echoed throughout the forbidden area in an instant.

The next moment.

The giant Dharma phase of emperor took one step, instantly shattering the void and disappearing in the forbidden area.

At the same moment.

The Ling Shu Mountain Dojo in Qingxia Xuanming Heaven, Qingjing Palace.

"Finally... it's done!"

On the cushion.

Zhang Jing abruptly opened his eyes, and a terrifying sword intent flashed in his pitch-black pupils, one that symbolized the highest, most supreme, and most ferocious. Through this sword intent, it seemed as if countless spirits were falling under the flaming red demon blade of karmic fire, their forms and spirits extinguished.

Even True Spirits couldn't escape.

Inside the Mud Pill Palace.

The Jade Talisman flickered faintly.

[Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword· Fourth Level (0.1 million/90 million)]

Skill attributes: Karma Power Returns (Immortal), Sword Refining True Spirit (Immortal)

"Sword Refining True Spirit, Sword Merging True Spirit, Sword Slaughtering True Spirit!"

"From this moment on, this demon sword becomes truly integrated with the legacy, and also truly becomes one with me. The True Spirit Demon Sword is indeed incredibly profound. No wonder even the Seven Desires God King wanted to borrow the Dao Scriptures of All-Heaven Divine Killing Spirit Treasure from the Jiuli Tribe."

Zhang Jing gave a faint smile.

The skill attribute Sword Refining True Spirit, which was added when Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword elevated to the fourth level, could said to perfectly fit his current status of nurturing many Original Realms and the path of natural saints and others.

Zhang Jing knew that he had hit the jackpot.

After all, he had only borrowed the Nine-Chen Tiangang Dao Stele from Senior Xuangang, but what he got in return was a True Spirit Treasure.

As if thinking of something.

Zhang Jing's eyes flickered suddenly.

A tiny blood-colored demon sword materialized out of thin air and then disappeared into a streak of red light.

"I hope the avatar in the Nether Night Realm can achieve some gains. Next, it's time to focus on comprehending the remaining few Great Divine Powers."

Zhang Jing muttered.

He closed his eyes again, and the hall fell into silence immediately.