Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

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The footsteps gradually ceased.

"Is this...my bounty? They've even posted it here?"

The slightly confused words of Zhang Jing suddenly rang out, instantly covering the surrounding ongoing screams and the roars of the devils.

He stood quietly beside a broken wall, his gaze shifting from the dark red bloodstains above to a newly posted notice.

His eyes became calm in an instant.

"That God of Fortune is adept at disgusting people. Also, I must say, this sketch is as good as the one in the past."

Zhang Jing exclaimed with a smile.

Despite knowing these things are useless to him, they still wasted immense manpower.

What was that guy thinking?

Especially at this special moment.

You must know that where he is now, is not in Dayin, but in a small country called Dongshi Country amongst the islands in the Eastern Sea.

The dominion only covers thousands of miles with tens of millions of people.

Upon thinking of this.

Zhang Jing's Divine Sense spread quietly all around him, and the near-ruined ancient city appeared in his perception in an instant.

Smoke and flames all over!

Hundreds of devils and cultivators are continuously duelling in the city—where they pass, all buildings are leveled.

The cries of despair have grown louder than ever.

There's not a single ripple on Zhang Jing's face.

Having come all the way from the forbidden ground below the Demon Suppressing Tower in Dayin, he has long been accustomed to such scenes.

It seems to be a reaction to the fall of the Corpse Spirit of the God of Longevity.

Devils have begun to devour and kill the Human Race madly, almost with an intent to exterminate. Similarly, cultivators from all over the Human Race have also gathered together, methodically cleaning up all the devils in their region.

Both parties are obviously in a frenzy.

Or rather.

This Nether Night Realm has completely gone mad.

Under such worldwide horrific slaughter, the most miserable are undoubtedly the ordinary people of the Human Race with no cultivation.

No one knows whether they would still be alive tomorrow, or even in the next moment, or if they would be crushed by the aftermath of the battle between cultivators and devils.

The key is - there's nowhere to hide!

"The Karma Power within this world should be boiling now. If there is a—hmm, the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword? !"

Like a blessing coming to his mind, Zhang Jing suddenly had an idea.

The next moment.

He reached out his hand and moved his mind.

Immediately, a blood-red curved blade resembling a crescent moon, giving off a faint horrific aura of slaughtering lives and judging immortals and gods, slowly appeared out of nothing and landed gently in his hand.

Zhang Jing slowly gripped his fingers.

Boom—

Accompanied by a loud noise in his sea of consciousness, the horrific cutting intent of the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword instantly filled his body. Strands of blood-red Karmic Fire started to burn, emitting a sacred and supreme radiance.

"The fourth level of the Red Profession Slashing Immortal Demon Sword? It seems that the main body has had a breakthrough."

Zhang Jing slowly lifted his head, a hint of surprise mixed with joy quietly rising in his eyes.

In his line of sight.

The whole world had changed dramatically.

Strings of Karma Power of blood-red color were rising from the ground, directly dyeing the sky red. At some places, the Karma Power was dense like a red curtain, while it was relatively thin elsewhere.

But noticeably.

At this moment, no region was free of Karma Power.

"It's just as I expected."

Zhang Jing exhaled lightly.

Then.

With a movement in his heart, the surging Karma Power within hundreds of miles around him was pulled as if by some traction, converging into numerous streams of blood, then merging into an unstoppable river, which finally sank straight into the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword in his hand.

Hum Hum!

With the joyful hum of the sword suddenly echoing in Zhang Jing's heart.

As time passed by slowly.

Zhang Jing could clearly sense that under the operation of the skill feature 'Karma Power Returning to Its Origin', the aura of the Immortal Slayer Demon Blade that had consumed a large amount of Karma Power began to grow bit by bit while the Karmic Fire wrapped around it soared.

"This is Karma Power Returning to Its Origin!"

A hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps this time, the Immortal Slayer Demon Blade can leapfrog to the sequence of Immortal Treasures in one fell swoop?

While pondering.

Zhang Jing seemed to detect something, immediately swept around him, and the figures of six individuals slowly surrounding him were prominently visible in his line of sight.

"Had it not been for these six people persistently sticking to me, I should have long arrived at the forbidden ground at the extremity of the Eastern Sea searching for the God of Fortune!"

He cursed silently in his heart.

But he also couldn't help but feel a bit helpless.

Although they couldn't get to him.

But when they teamed up, especially under the proficient cooperation of those three administrators from The Demon Suppressing Department, even Zhang Jing had no way to seriously injure or kill them one by one, let alone talk about getting rid of them.

But now?

Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly went cold.

Right in front.

"Zhang Jing, as the senior brother of our master, and the king of our human race, once the devils are completely eradicated and the master establishes the divine dynasty, you will be second only to one person and superior to millions. Why would you choose to side with the devils?"

"Isn't this a death game?" the Multi-Eye King approached step by step, earnestly trying to persuade.

"Alas, if I had such status, such strength, what a blessing it would be? Why doesn't he cherish it?" The Multi-Eye King couldn't help but sigh to himself.

However, he then snapped out of his thoughts.

"But this might be good too. If I could bring Zhang Jing back to reason, such a great achievement would surely earn me more favor from our master."

Just then.

"Move." Zhang Jing said flatly.

As his words died away.

The Multi-Eye King turned serious, instantly opening a few more eyes at the back of his head. Seeing the approaching figures, his heart relaxed.

Then he spoke in an extremely relaxed tone:

"Zhang Jing, I am commanded by our master to stop you from entering the forbidden area. Give up, don't waste your energy. Even if you are powerful, what can you do against the six of us?"

"Really?"

Zhang Jing asked in a low voice, a hint of dark blood flame suddenly flashing in his eyes.

Not far away.

"He's actually daring enough to get this close to that guy on his own, the Multi-Eye King really has guts. Doesn't he fear death?" Black Horn King sent a telepathic message to King Yufeng, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"What guts? We've fought him seven or eight times by now, haven't you noticed? This Zhang Jing sure is terrifyingly powerful, but can't instantly grievously wound us. We five are just around; of course, the Multi-Eye King isn't afraid."

"Anyway, he can't kill him."

"That's also true."

However, right in the middle of their conversation.

A brilliant blade of light entangled with red karmic fire suddenly appeared in their line of sight, instantly capturing their minds.

It was —

Fiery! Ruthless! Supreme! Pure! Malevolent! Good!

For a moment, the blade light shone in their eyes, tossing their cognition into turmoil.

A great horror suddenly arose in their hearts.

No one knew how to describe it.

The moment they saw that thread of blood-red blade light, they felt a terror as if they were staring into the boundless heavens; gods and demons were shedding bloody tears, immortals and Buddhas were withering.

As insignificant as they were, there seemed no alternative but to face it courageously.

Nowhere to run! No place to hide!

No one knew how long it had been.

Bang!

The corpse of the Multi-Eye King smashed heavily onto the ground, an expression of disbelief frozen on his face.

Threads of red karmic fire could be seen spreading across his body.

But in an instant.

Only a pile of ashes was left on the spot.

Huff! Huff!

Black Horn King, who had just come to his senses, found his breaths becoming uncontrollably heavy, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at the red demon blade in Zhang Jing's hand.

Step by step, he cautiously retreated, afraid of disturbing Zhang Jing.

However.

When Black Horn King raised his head again, he met Zhang Jing's enigmatic gaze.

"Sir, I believe that you are the true future master of our human race, so why not—"

A forced smile uglier than crying stretched upon his face.

Just at that moment.

The other four seized the opportunity, their bodies transforming into fading images as they scattered into different directions, disappearing in an instant.

"Think you can escape?"

Zhang Jing gave a faint smile, then took a step forward and his figure disappeared abruptly.

At the original spot.

"Am I still alive?"

Black Horn King touched his body, and a glint of elation flashed in his eyes.

Then it seemed as if he had realized something, he muttered to himself:

"No, I must rush to the forbidden area of the Eastern Sea to inform the master! We've all been deceived by Zhang Jing. His strength is far beyond anyone's expectations. If he breaks into the forbidden area, the consequence would be unimaginable."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than.

Black Horn King felt a thread of blood-red flame faintly rising within his field of vision.

The next moment.

With a heart-wrenching shriek.

The crimson karmic fire rapidly engulfed his flesh, bones, divine sense, and even soul.

With the flickering flames, there was a touch of overwhelming dominance that seemed to vow to eradicate his entire existence.