Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"Get lost!"

Before the frigid voice fully carried through, the body of a large Bull Head Demon several feet high was shattered by a wave of black brilliance, directly transforming into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist lingered in place, refusing to disperse.

Not far away.

A group of cultivators led by a burly middle-aged man watched the light that nearly disappeared from sight, horrified disbelief flashing in each of their eyes.

"A big demon... just like that... dead?"

Unable to control himself, someone swallowed nervously, a hint of disbelief lingering in his tone.

"The king?"

The burly man murmured in a daze.

"What, the King!"

Upon hearing that, others shouted out in surprise.

"Only the top powerhouses in the legendary few big nations would come to the tiny Dongshi Country? According to reason, there's nothing here to attract such beings, let alone have them personally show up, right?"

"Could it be... in the Dongshi Country territory... has a demon appeared?"

A young-looking woman speculated uncertainly, a look of horror suddenly crossing her face.

Everybody else remained silent.

What the woman suggested was precisely what they were thinking about.

After all, the King was a towering figure at the top of the world.

If a demon hadn't appeared, such a terrifying existence would absolutely not come to their insignificant Dongshi Country.

While they pondered,

From afar, after that dark swath of light, a line of crimson light slowly emerged from nothingness, and directly condensed into a bloody crescent moon-like demon-blade.

The moment the demon-blade appeared,

The weather abruptly changed, the sky instantly turning crimson.

Lines of blood-red, nameless divine fire began to ignite spontaneously, and in a moment spread into a vast ocean of fire.

In the blink of an eye,

The blood-red demon-blade struck the black block of light head-on.

The speed seemed slow to the extreme, yet the distance between the two rapidly shortened.

Accompanying this strike,

The terrifying ocean of blood-red divine fire began to surge, giving the impression that the world itself was collapsing.

In just mere moments it was completely engulfed.

An eerie silence filled the world.

Before long,

The sword-light and divine fire gradually dissipated, along with the previous black light blocking it.

Suddenly,

"Hehe, we can't waste the heart core of a big demon."

A chuckle rang out, startling the stillness.

A figure covered with an illusory, mysterious immortal light silently appeared, bending over to pick up the demon heart core left behind by the dead Bull Head Demon, and then vanished without a trace after taking another step.

After a long pause,

There was a sudden series of harsh, heavy panting.

The burly man reached out a hand, lightly catching a piece of ashes fluttering down from the sky.

It resembled a snowflake, strikingly beautiful.

"A king, as mighty as can be, just perished like that? Without the slightest resistance, just snuffed out easily."

For a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if what he just saw was actually an illusion.

But...

The man couldn't resist turning around,

The shocked expressions on the faces of his companions reflected in his eyes.

Without a doubt, that wasn't an illusion, but an event that truly happened right in front of them.

Back to reality,

His gaze shifted between the blood mist not far away and the black ashes in his hand.

The burly man suddenly felt a little absurd.

Was this considered karma?

But that was a king!

Thinking of this,

He couldn't help but bring to mind the flicker of a yellow-robed figure he had caught earlier, a suspicion rose in his heart.

"Who exactly is this person?"

It seemed that it was them, who easily erased a king.

"Yellow robe... yellow robe!"

As if he had realized something, the burly man shuddered in fear and dared not to think any further.

...

...

Elsewhere,

Having completely broken away from the clutches of the six men, Zhang Jing traveled towards the end of the Eastern Sea at full speed.

His speed grew faster and faster,

Two days later,

He stopped, and looked up. A magnificent tower standing ninety-nine layers high, identical to the Demon Suppressing Tower in the Great Yin, appeared in his sight.

Dark winds were howling!

Dreadful black waves, carrying the terrifying force of an overwhelming tsunami, fiercely struck the tower.

Nevertheless, they failed to move the Demon Suppressing Tower even a little.

Seeing this,

Zhang Jing felt a sense of foreboding in his heart.

This Demon Suppressing Tower- it was not covered in the black fog caused by the God of Fortune! Could this mean that the God of Fortune had already passed through here and devoured the remnants of the God of Fortune...

"Thought I hurried, did I still arrive too late?"

His eyes dimmed, but he continued towards the Demon Suppressing Tower.

Time continued to pass,

On a small island with a radius of not more than a hundred feet, the Demon Suppressing Tower stood tall and imposing, stabbing the heavens with a faintly vicious aura.

The gigantic waves rolled up by the gusty winds successively swept over the island, ceaselessly washing away the dark red blood stains and the corpses of the human cultivators and demons scattered all over it.

Thud... Thud...

Almost imperceptible footsteps rang out and then disappeared.

Zhang Jing suddenly appeared.

His serenely profound gaze skimmed over the wreckage of corpses and ultimately stayed lingeringly on The Demon Suppressing Tower with its stone gates wide open.

"These devils and human cultivators have only been dead for no more than five days."

He shook his head.

There was no need to go any further.

God of Fortune had clearly entered before him and had undoubtedly left by now.

The fate of the corpse of God of Longevity inside was now pretty obvious.

"What should I do next?"

A thoughtful expression flickered in Zhang Jing's eyes.

The escape method provided previously by God of Longevity lost its meaning with the demise of the corpse of God of Longevity.

As for God of Fortune...

After consuming God of Longevity, he had clearly gathered the three ways of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity.

According to the statements of the corpse of God of Longevity, the other party may start to condense the half-step Heavenly Immortal Dao Fruit and use this as a guide to assemble the other half of the divine soul and resurrect completely.

As for taking possession, it must be initiated at the moment when the divine soul is complete, so that it can be flawless.

Suddenly...

Zhang Jing's eyes shone brightly.

"It seems that all is not hopeless!"

"In such a short time before God of Fortune condenses the Heavenly Immortal Dao Fruit, hindered by Junior Brother Qu Junhou's body, his cultivation should only be in the Dharma Phase Realm at most. With the augmentation of the Immortal Slayer Demon Blade, I might stand a chance."

"If he wants to possess a body, it means he needs the identity of a Tao Sect disciple for cultivation. This means he must have the Origin Crystal to repair the teleportation array in his possession."

Zhang Jing thought to himself.

As long as he can kill God of Fortune, not only could he save this body, but he could also bring back a vast amount of Origin Power and innate divine items.

He couldn't help but think about Dayin's Treasury of Misfortune.

Given the current situation, countless Demon Heart Cores and eerie objects might be stored in the Treasury every passing day.

However, before that...

The Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword definitely needs to transform into an Immortal Treasure.

After all, Zhang Jing didn't dare to gamble on whether the current 'Qu Junhou' would still remain in the Golden Core Realm.

After a deep breath...

He abruptly looked toward the north, with a hint of determination flickering in his eyes.

...

...

Half a month slipped by in a blink of an eye.

One day...

Zhang Jing quietly looked at the barren wilderness that stretched out into an infinite distance before him, a trace of surprise surfaced on his face.

Under his feet was a clearly visible boundary line that could be seen with the naked eye.

Behind him were fertile fields stretching for thousands of miles, teeming with vitality. But ahead of him was suddenly a barren region covered in snow and ice, with treacherous rocks and sparse vegetation.

"Northern Plains! Truly a well-deserved name."

As his voice gradually faded...

Without any hesitation, Zhang Jing took a step forward. His figure flickered on the ground and vanished in a moment.

Before long...

In the border region of Northern Plains and Dayin...

In a tribal gathering area with only thousands of people...

"Papa, Mama!"

A little girl around four or five years old, wearing a tiger-head hat, was wiping her tears with her tiny hands while calling out, her voice full of fear and helplessness.

In her black pupils reflected the bright red light in the sky and the ferocious figures looming.

Wailing sounds, roaring sounds, and frantic shouts, all sorts of sounds fused together, creating an unbearable cacophony giving people a headache.

However, at this moment...

Facing a life-and-death crisis, nobody would care about such trivial matters anymore.

Everyone was overwhelmingly fleeing, desperately avoiding the aftershocks created by the melee between the devils and cultivators.

Amid the chaos...

A flash of brilliant yellow Immortal light streaked across and Zhang Jing's figure appeared abruptly.

In front of him, a little girl wearing a tiger-head hat laid on a pool of blood. Her eyes had dulled and her bloody little hands were grabbing at anything haphazardly.

Meanwhile, she was murmuring softly, "Papa... Mama..."

Her voice gradually grew faint.

Zhang Jing squatted down and gently shut her big, black eyes.

The next moment...

He slowly stood up, first impassively looking around. Then, he probed with his mind and the boundless Karma Power around him steadily poured into his body and was swallowed by the Immortal Slayer Demon Blade.

His divine sense skimmed over the trembling Demon Blade inside him, and a feeling of reaching a breakthrough limit suddenly emerged in his heart.

Zhang Jing wasn't surprised in the least.

From the Eastern Sea all the way to the north...

On his way...

This Immortal Slayer Demon Blade had absorbed a massive amount of Karma Power, coupled with the fact that God of Fortune's body was inherently made of innate blood essence and was crafted by the Heavenly Slaughterer's Spiritual Treasure Daoist Scripture, it was of very high essence.

By now, its quality should have evolved.

Coming back to his senses...

Zhang Jing gave a faint smile, then his whole body was covered with a celestial light, causing him to disappear from the spot.

Only the Karma Power in the sky continued to gather without end.

Soon enough...

Slight, repressed aura began to spread bit by bit, causing the devils and cultivators locked in combat to involuntarily halt their movements, looking around nervously.

Time slowly passed...

At one moment...

Zing!

A resounding blade hum suddenly echoed in everyone's hearts.

A torrent of bloody Karmic Fire shot up into the sky.

The intimidating red blade light directly tore open a dark gap in the sky, spreading an unfathomably deep and devouring breath.