Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

The God of Fortune, enduring the pain, stared at Zhang Jing with burning eyes.

Then,

He tossed out the Three-Treasure Jade Ruyi in his hand. The ruyi spun in mid-air and shot directly towards the crimson blade light that crossed the sky.

It seemed so casual.

But the moment the two touched,

The whole world fell silent!

The Jade Ruyi seemed to transform into a waking sun, the blade light gradually disintegrating under its potent strength.

Infinite divine lights gushed out, covering the sky and immobilizing the blazing karmic fire.

In every corner,

it was as if a battle between the divine light and karma fire was taking place.

In some regions, the karmic fire swallowed the ambience, intensifying its flames and directly burning the divine light around; in others, the divine light converged into an ocean, its waves annihilating the nearby karmic fire.

Two different powers contested, dyeing the world in their colours.

Between the karmic fire and the divine light,

two figures stood facing each other.

In front of the God of Fortune's 600-feet-tall Dharma Phase, Zhang Jing appeared as small as an ant. Yet at this moment, the terrifying aura exploding from his body was not inferior to his opponent's in the slightest!

Hisss! Hisss!

The clash of their auras distorted the void, causing a harsh shattering noise.

"That blade... such an incredible vision, the embedded Dao and principles are simply terrifying! It's just that Zhang Jing's cultivation level is too low, otherwise-"

"Wait! The sword in his hand is also strange!"

His gaze fixed on Zhang Jing, and the crescent demon blade in his hand, an insignificant feeling of danger sprouted from his heart.

A hint of relief flashed through the God of Fortune's eyes.

Lucky this youngster's cultivation level was only at the Golden Core Realm, far beneath his.

If they were both in the Dharma Phase Realm, this strike would be challenging to resist.

Not to mention seizing his body, even saving himself would be difficult. With this thought, his heart was filled with intense jealousy.

"A mere human, his nobility at birth could not even compare to one in a billionth of mine! Why, why has he caught the attention of the Tao Sect and the Seven Desire God King, possessing various Divine Skill Methods and treasures that I dare not even dream of, possessing the qualifications to ascend to the Golden Immortal? Why!"

The God of Fortune raged with insane resentment in his heart.

He fixed all six of his eyes on Zhang Jing, his pupils becoming a deeper red; his voice took on a cold edge.

"Zhang Jing, how have you considered my proposal? If I manage to seize your body in the end, your secrets will still become mine, and there won't be anyone to revive you."

"You, my dear friend, jest. What secrets could I possibly have?"

Zhang Jing gave a casual smile, glancing at the Jade Ruyi in mid-air, his heart sank a little.

The Golden Core mana began to circulate throughout his body, boosting his aura by a notch.

He was not surprised that his attack, in which he had put so much effort into, was neutralized.

After all, his opponent was the God of Fortune. Regardless his own body was a half-step Heavenly Immortal Realm divine spirit, or the body he had currently occupied— a Cave Heaven cultivator who had taken the path of the Yuan Magnetic Sea, it was enough to make Zhang Jing vigilant.

Seeing this,

the God of Fortune's eyes rapidly lost their red hue, his three heads simultaneously shook, a confident smile appearing on his faces.

As if everything was under control.

"As expected of a youngster, not understanding the difference between good and bad. Very well, I shall take it upon myself to discipline you."

The moment his words fell, a giant, spotlessly multi-coloured hand wielding a dharma seal slowly extended, growing larger and larger in Zhang Jing's field of vision.

The hand carried tremendous power. It tore through the void it passed by, revealing a vast expanse of deep darkness; the overhead karmic fire and divine light started to tremble.

At the same time,

The Yuan Magnetic Sea beneath the God of Fortune started bubbling up. The surrounding earth was being substituted with a luminescent sea at a visibly quick pace, spreading rapidly.

Whoosh whoosh!

The sound of waves faintly echoed in their ears.

The invisible Yuan Magnetic Force spread across the entire territory.

Zhang Jing felt his body becoming heavier. Especially the Immortal Slayer Demon Blade in his hand, it instantly felt as heavy as a thousand kilogrammes; he had the peculiar feeling it would break free of his grasp.

He lifted his head, everything in his sight— the light, flames, even the void began to bend.

The world seemed as if it was about to be curled into a large twist by this fearsome Yuan Magnetic Force.

"​Yuan Magnetic Sea!"

An alarm went off in Zhang Jing's mind.

For the first time, he truly witnessed the prowess of a Dharma Phase Realm cultivator who had cultivated the Yuan Magnetic Sea technique.

With a flicker in his eyes, he took a step forward, an illusory immortality light lit up inside his body.

In an instant,

Wrapped in the foggy immortality light, he seemed to have detached himself from the present world.

Boom——

The God of Fortune's gigantic hand lightly brushed over the spot where Zhang Jing was once. The ensuing lands were silently obliterated, leaving only a bottomless pit, emanating an aura of destruction.

Meanwhile, not too far away,

"Imaginary Space cannot entirely fend off this Yuan Magnetic Force?"

Zhang Jing glanced back at his slightly bending Imaginary Space and felt a ripple stirring within his heart.

The range enveloped by the Imaginary Space formed by the grand divine power of Imaginary Space, distorts reality, soul dominates, with no boundaries.

In existence or non-existence, it boils down to a mere thought.

Yet even so, it could still be affected by the force of the Yuan Magnetic Sea, and even...

Zhang Jing could clearly sense, his Imaginary Space was gradually being twisted by the Yuan Magnetic Force, to the extent of near-collapse.

"It seems I can't hold on for much longer."

A thought arose in his mind, and the light of Wu Earth Profound Yellow Immortality erupted with all its might. A yellow Dao pattern suddenly emerged on his forehead, its Dao light flowing, spreading waves of ancient and vicissitudes of life in all directions.

Zhang Jing felt a sudden tremble beneath his feet.

Immediately, infinite majestic earth vein power began to converge unceasingly, and the illusions of tall and short mountains quietly appeared behind him, extending to the endless distance.

The heavy earth vein power passed through Zhang Jing's body and gathered on the blade.

"What comes must go—a matter of courtesy!"

Zhang Jing said calmly, slashing down once again.

The realm of the heart image trembled, interweaving a terrifying blade light of red and yellow. As soon as it appeared, it disappeared directly, but in just a blink, this blade light sprang out from the top of the God of Fortune's head.

An extremely heavy aura burst out of the blade light.

The void above the God of Fortune's head collapsed inch by inch, and the karmic fire all over the sky was engulfed by this blade light, converging at the blade's edge, and transformed into a crimson killing intent that pierced the clouds.

The God of Fortune's four eyes simultaneously looked at Zhang Jing standing in the air with his blade, while his other two eyes were fixed on the blade light about to fall from above his head, showing a rare seriousness on his face.

In midair.

The Three-Treasure Jade Ruyi swayed, then immediately returned to the front of the God of Fortune, striking at the blade light with lightning speed.

But at that moment.

One of the God of Fortune's heads lifted, a glimmer of perplexity flashed in its eyes, but soon became resolute. He opened his mouth and let out a roar that seemed to shake the stars.

Under this roar.

The Jade Ruyi suddenly paused in mid-air for a moment, then fell weakly.

At this moment, the blade light had no obstacles.

Boom!

The divine crown of the God of Fortune was directly shattered, and then the blade light fell relentlessly on the head in the center, the boundless heavy force quickly transferred to the rest of his body.

"Ah!"

The God of Fortune let out a painful cry, his huge body staggered for a moment, then he knelt on the ground.

Dark red karmic fire quickly spread over his colossal body.

"Brother Zhang, I can only control this for half a breath, take the opportunity to run now! Inside the Treasury of Misfortune lies an Origin Crystal, enough for you to repair the teleportation array. The God of Fortune is currently fusing two halves of his divine soul, his true spirit is unstable, he can't leave this forbidden place."

"When you leave, please inform the Tao Sect about the God of Fortune's possession."

The head that had roared the Jade Ruyi into the ground suddenly opened its eyes and shouted loudly towards Zhang Jing, his voice filled with urgency and expectation.

"Junior Brother Qu Junhou?"

Looking into the other's eyes, Zhang Jing's gaze suddenly tightened, asking tentatively.

Without waiting for Qu Junhou's answer.

"Heh, both of you little things do have some tricks. Run? Where can you run to? My divine soul is about to be fully fused. Zhang Jing, I'm giving you the last chance. Give up your secrets, or I will possess it totally once it's done there will be no chance for you to change the outcome."

The head in the center of the Dharma Phase suddenly chimed in, speaking ominously.

In the process of speaking.

The God of Fortune slowly stood up from his original position, the shattered crown on his head began to gradually recover, and at the same time, the divine light all over the sky quietly returned, extinguishing the karmic fire burning on his body one by one.

"Now it's completely over!"

Qu Junhou was in despair.

On the other side.

Zhang Jing, who had reacted, couldn't help but show a weird look on his face.

Two souls merging, unstable true spirit?

Turning his gaze away from the God of Fortune, Zhang Jing's eyes revealed an unusual hint of a faint smile.

"Want to know a secret? Okay, as long as—"

"As long as what?"

The God of Fortune's massive body leaned forward upon hearing this, stirring up a storm. His burning gaze fell instantly on Zhang Jing.

However.

Facing his gaze, Zhang Jing said nothing, just silently clenched his Immortal Slayer Demon Blade.

He took a deep breath.

For a moment, his mana, divine sense, heart-mind, and even the long endurance of this duplicate body, everything tangible or not, he madly poured them into the Demon Blade.

Zhang Jing's expression suddenly became indifferent.

Skill characteristic: Blade Refining True Spirit!

Time abruptly came to a standstill.

Zhang Jing's gaze began to rise infinitely, and with the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword, he broke through layer after layer of dimensions, finally arriving at a mystic realm.

Without direction, infinitely wide, space-time seemed to lose its meaning here.

"The Upper Realm of True Spirit! At the current level, I can only stay for three breaths."

He abruptly had a realization.

The realm where the True Spirit exists is also a necessary journey for proving one's status as a Taoist Heavenly True Monarch.

Zhang Jing unconsciously looked down at his body.

He saw two massive remnants of True Spirit, tainted by darkness and entwined tightly, gradually merging.

Yet, within these two remnants of the True Spirit, there was also an extremely small pure white True Spirit, darting around like a nimble fish, seemingly trying to break through the encirclement.

But it never found the way out.

"The God of Fortune, and Qu Junhou?"

Sensing that familiar aura, Zhang Jing instantly identified the identities of these two remnants of the True Spirit.

Without any hesitation.

He raised the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword in his hands, but at this moment, a piece of information suddenly came into his mind.

"Five hundred years of life?"

Zhang Jing paused for a moment, but it was soon replaced by a look of determination.

The crimson blade light suddenly shone, slashing directly towards the weakest area where the God of Fortune's True Spirit was fusing.