Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

The pitch-black Demon Suppressing Tower was bathed in a blood-red glow.

The snow and ice melted, painting the heaven and earth the same color.

Even the perpetually frozen soil turned pitch black.

The blistering Karmic Fire blazed fiercely, seemingly determined to incinerate this world that had already plunged into madness.

"Just a streak of blade light took his life, how is that possible?"

The young man from the countries of the Eastern Sea mumbled to himself in disbelief.

As he staggered backward.

His gaze inadvertently landed on a figure not far in front of him.

There lay a wild man adorned with a tiger skin, his body engulfed by raging blood-red divine fire, soon to turn into ashes.

His arrogant demeanor was still fresh in memory.

However, in just a few breaths, he had become a corpse.

The monstrous blade wound on his chest, and the giant weird axe cut in half in his hand, silently testified to the terrifying attack he had just endured.

Hum!

Another earth-shattering sound of blade humming entered the man's ear, sounding like a deathly demonic echo from the underworld.

He lifted his head with difficulty. A resplendent blade light wrapped in blood-red divine fire loomed larger in his vision, leaving a long and dark crevice in the void as it passed.

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to evade!

At this moment, the surroundings became eerily silent.

A great fear that was beyond description gripped the man's heart.

Staring blankly at the terrifying blade light that resembled the celestial Dao, a sense of despair emerged in his eyes.

"Worthy of being the Senior Brother of His Highness! So there really are terrifying existences in the world that can compare with the Son of Destiny..."

Only after truly witnessing Zhang Jing's move.

Did he finally understand the fear and anxiety of the Monarchs of Dayin. Unfortunately, this realization came a bit too late.

"Why did I get involved in this mess?!"

The instant before he lost consciousness.

The image of a figure leisurely strolling in a yellow robe entered his eyes, and a deep sense of regret welled up in the man's heart.

On the other side.

"Ancestor, something doesn't seem right!"

"This man's strength… It might be far beyond our previous expectations."

The royal young man who was hiding at the back shifted his gaze from the ashes all around with difficulty, then looked at his revered ancestor and said with a trembling voice.

At this moment, his heart was already filled with fear.

In just a few breaths, more than ten monarch-level beings had fallen at the hands of Zhang Jing.

Looking at Zhang Jing's relaxed demeanor, it seemed that killing monarchs was as easy for him as slaughtering chickens and dogs.

"How did the dignified monarch-level beings, standing at the pinnacle of the Nether Night Realm, end up in such dire straits?"

A faint sense of sorrow emerged in the royal young man's heart.

When did these upheavals start?

It seemed to be when His Highness and his Senior Brother appeared! But where did these two come from?

And on the other side.

Upon hearing the sound.

The old man suddenly came to his senses. His gaze slowly moved from the faces of the people gathered around him, and then he shouted in a stern voice:

"Don't hold back! Attack together, surround and kill him! Otherwise, all of us will die today!"

At the moment his words fell.

The numerous monarchs of Dayin shuddered together. They looked at each other, as if awakened by this voice, with a flash of determination in their eyes.

"The ancestor is right, we have no way out today! We can only survive if we kill this man. You… surely don't want to face His Highness's wrath either."

As these words came out.

The image of a titanic three-headed imperial monarch suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes, causing a chill to surge in their hearts.

Their eyes unconsciously turned towards the figure in the yellow attire.

Compared with facing their lord who had apparently already become a god, this man was easier to deal with.

"Let's stake it all!"

Someone gritted his teeth and shouted.

Dozens of figures instantly transformed into beams of light, their terrifying aura intertwining into a storm, bearing down on the figure wielding the crimson crescent moon demon blade.

However.

What met them was a slash from Zhang Jing.

Accompanied by a hum from the blade, a bloody sun suddenly rose from the ground, releasing infinite light and heat.

Boom!

Dozens of figures were instantly blown away. Traces of bloody Karmic Fire were rapidly spreading on their bodies, melting their bones and searing their spirits, with an unparalleled dominance.

On the spot.

Shifting his gaze from the struggling and wailing figures on the ground, Zhang Jing then focused on an old figure swiftly fleeing into the distance.

A faint smile emerged in Zhang Jing's eyes.

"Old man, you run pretty fast."

As he finished speaking.

Seeming to realize something, he looked at the ashes covering the ground, a peculiar expression emerging on his face.

The cultivators of this world practiced the way of devils, and their karma power had seeped deep into their bones and souls.

The higher their cultivation, the heavier the karma power they accumulated.

Especially for those at the monarch level, in his eyes, they were nothing more than sources of karma power, which easily ignited in the presence of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

It could be said that these people were simply unlucky.

They had bumped into Zhang Jing, who possessed the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword.

"If it was a normal Dharma Phase Realm, I might not be able to handle it with such ease. Likewise, if it were someone else, they could not easily kill them either. After all, the life force of a devil Daoist Monarch Level Cultivator is truly terrifying."

Zhang Jing murmured in his heart.

Subsequently.

His eyes flashed and, without any hesitation, he slowly walked towards The Demon Suppressing Tower.

A heart quietly pounding away inside him.

What awaited him was the God of Fortune, a soul remnant of an old relic that fought in the Human Race battle during the establishment of the Mysterious Yellow World. More than that, this relic today has swallowed the remains of both the God of Longevity and the God of Fortune.

The person it has possessed, Qu Junhou, has most likely broken through to the Dharma Phase Realm.

His strength was far more superior than these so-called 'monarchs' outside.

As for the escaping old man.

Zhang Jing could no longer be concerned with him, owing to the fact that the God of Fortune's strength might potentially increase more, the later he enters the forbidden land.

...

...

Time slowly elapsed.

First floor, second floor, third floor...

The Demon Suppressing Tower was deathly quiet, with only Zhang Jing's steady footsteps echoing throughout.

The ninety-ninth floor, the deepest known area.

Zhang Jing slowly halted his steps, his gaze set firmly on the tightly closed stone door in front of him. A trace of nervousness uncontrollably emerged on his face.

He took a deep breath.

The cold, slightly stinking air filled his lungs, and the bone-chilling cold instantly spread throughout his body.

Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly cleared.

The Immortal Slayer Demon Blade quietly appeared in his right hand, starting to brew a deep and profound blade light, the Karmic Fire that wound around it began to shrink and solidify under his control, then compact again.

Eventually.

The Karmic Fire began to take on a dark red color, radiating a vaguely unsettling aura.

"The things that must be faced, can't always be avoided. This time, let's see who of us two can really get out of the Nether Night Realm."

He chuckled, immediately stepped forward to the stone door, forcefully pushing it open with his left hand.

A burst of intense light flashed before his eyes.

Immediately followed by three overlapping massive sounds exploding in his ears.

"Ha ha, Senior Brother Zhang Jing, your Junior Brother has been waiting for a long time."

That was-

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

A gigantic figure, about six hundred feet tall, festooned with a diadem and emperor's robes, was in his line of sight, behind it stood a formidable kingly throne in three colors, exuding a solemn and sacred aura.

Under this Emperor, there was an intertwined Yuan Magnetic Sea that was vast and endless, vaguely giving a feeling as if it was about to overlap with the real world and descend into the world.

In the midst of the Yuan Magnetic Sea, every wave sent ripples through reality, causing the void to tremble.

"Three heads and three faces, imperial diadem and robes, seated on the throne, holding a scepter, stepping on the Yuan Magnetic Sea... What kind of ghostly Dharma Phase is this."

Zhang Jing looked on at the strange yet terrifying Dharma Phase that emitted a touch of supreme nobility and could not help but grumble in his heart.

However, a sense of gravity involuntarily flashed in his eyes.

The opponent achieving the Dharma Phase Realm was still within his expectations.

Only... the strength of the Dharma Phase that was achieved, had exceeded his estimation.

"This is going to be troublesome!"

A sense of heaviness sank into Zhang Jing's heart, but there was no change in his expression.

He looked up at the 'Qu Junhou' not far away and said with a smile:

"God of Fortune, what about a trade? I promise to keep your possession of Junior Brother Qu a secret and even cover up for you. The condition is that you let me go."

After a pause, Zhang Jing tried to persuade him again:

"God of Fortune, you should think it over. Even if I die in this realm, in the future there will be teachers reversing the river of time, taking me out from the years past. At that time, no matter how well you hide or how far you run, you will find it hard to escape total annihilation."

Upon hearing these words.

"Ha ha ha, Senior Brother Zhang Jing, rest assured," said the imperial Dharma Phase, its three heads laughing in unison and then spoke in one voice:

"Rest assured, you won't die! We are going to become one, ha ha~"

"Is that so!" Zhang Jing's voice suddenly turned cold.

Before the sound of his voice fell.

His right hand gripped the demon blade, and he aimed at the three heads of the opponent and slashed forcefully.

For a moment, the crimson blade light that had been accumulated to the extreme exploded instantly, carrying an intimidating blade intention of slaying immortals and killing gods. It spread directly to the farthest extremities, instantly splitting the skylight in half.

On top of the blade light.

Dark red Karmic Fire attracted the dense Karma Power of the sky and began to surge suddenly, as if it was about to burn everything, tangible or intangible, into nothingness.

In the sky and on the ground, everything turned crimson red in an instant.

At the same time.

Traces of Karmic Fire also began to ignite on the God of Fortune's fragmented divine soul. It was like a pestle on a bone, no matter what he tried, he couldn't shake it off.

"Ah——"

The God of Fortune involuntarily cried in pain, the six pupils looking at Zhang Jing, already blood-red.

"The Way of Karmic Fire, you are the Supreme Sovereign of Seven Desires - the Secret Realm of Jiaoyun!"

Seemed like he understood something.

A trace of dread flashed through the eyes of the God of Fortune, but in a twinkling, it was replaced by a look of madness.

"Hehe, there must be a big secret hidden in you! Otherwise, how could you practice the Way of Karmic Fire of the Supreme Sovereign of Seven Desires with your Foundation Establishment cultivation back then?"

"Zhang Jing, give me the secret and I will spare you. How does that sound?"