Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Wham!

A wave of nameless tremor spread throughout his body.

Suddenly, a strange sense of weakness surged in Zhang Jing's heart, as if something extremely important was being taken away. But he had no time to care about these, he was just staring at the True Spirit beneath him that was slowly merging.

In his sight.

The Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword flashed then instantly crossed space, went straight to the top of the God of Fortune's slowly merging True Spirit, and fell down leisurely.

A seemingly light cut.

However, it fell into Zhang Jing's eyes, giving him a sort of trembling feeling in his soul.

Even though-

This was clearly a slash he made!

"This is the terrifying power jointly refined by the Sword Spirit Refining Method, the Spectrum of Divine Immortal Slashing Spirit treasure, and the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword! Consuming lifespan to use the demon sword, directly attacking the opponent at the True Spirit level?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes.

In this way, doesn't it mean that even the Unity Realm Stage might fall under his hand?

Of course.

The situation of the God of Fortune right now is completely accidental.

The opponent's True Spirit was too weak, which gave him the opportunity.

But in actual fact.

Through an unknown warning, Zhang Jing knew that to use this method to kill a complete Unity Realm Stage existence, the lifespan that needs to be burnt will be extremely horrific.

It is a classic case of injuring the enemy ten thousand, self-inflicting twelve thousand.

But this did not cover up the powerful characteristics of Sword Spirit Refining.

At least in the future when facing the Unity Realm Stage existence, he would have the confidence to exchange attacks with the opponent.

Coming back to his senses.

Only a moment passed in the outside world.

Below, it seemed as if the True Spirit of the God of Fortune sensed the upcoming crisis, a black ray suddenly emerged, stubbornly wrapping Qu Junhou's True Spirit, and fleeing together into the vast True Spirit sea.

However, everything was ultimately futile.

In an instant.

The Immortal Slayer Demon Blade cut through the True Spirit of the God of Fortune like cutting tofu, directly splitting it into two, without encountering even a hint of obstacle in the middle. The strands of red Karmic Fire ignited from the blade, then quickly spread over the two halves of True Spirit.

The fire grew more and more intense.

A painful howling sound suddenly entered Zhang Jing's ears.

Amidst the raging Karmic Fire, he vaguely saw the painfully twisted face of God of Fortune, looking fearsome.

Slowly.

A seed emitting a faint aura of eternal life, supreme truth, resembling some kind of divine fruit, slowly emerged from the True Spirit of the God of Fortune, bit by bit into Zhang Jing's sight.

The moment this fruit appeared, the surroundings began to churn.

There was a majestic Dao sound echoing around, as if praising, as if sighing. But the majestic Dao sound was vague, and inexplicably gave Zhang Jing a sense of imperfection and incompleteness.

"Could this be...the legendary Heavenly Immortal Tao Fruit?"

Zhang Jing's eyes lit up, but after a moment, he just shook his head.

No! This is not the Heavenly Immortal Tao Fruit, or to be precise, this is not the true Heavenly Immortal Tao Fruit.

Otherwise.

Could he still be alive right now?

In the next instant, a flash of realization went through Zhang Jing's mind.

"An incomplete Heavenly Immortal Tao Fruit? The God of Fortune painstakingly consumed the remnants of the God of Longevity and God of Fortune, presumably for this fruit. Unfortunately, even if the Tao Fruit is lacking, that is also a difference as wide as Heaven and Earth. It is easy to refine a Tao Fruit, but there are very few who can truly refine the Heavenly Immortal Tao Fruit and even survive the Tribulation of Enlightenment."

"Otherwise, despite having countless Secret Realms and the boundless Great Dao, the Boundless Tai Yi Taoist Gate, would not have so many Earth Immortals."

Zhang Jing could not help but recall the information about the Heavenly Immortal he saw in the Dao treasury Secret Realm.

Afterwards.

There was an unconcealable hint of excitement in his eyes.

No matter what, the half-step Heavenly Immortal Tao Fruit is a very precious thing.

Unconsciously looking down.

Zhang Jing's gaze fell on the faint connection between the incomplete Heavenly Immortal Tao Fruit and the True Spirit that was disintegrating.

"There is still a breath, maybe I can give it a try!"

His eyes settled, then without any hesitation, he ignited his lifespan again, spurred the Supreme Red Career Immortal Demon Sword, and fiercely slashed at that connection.

500 years of lifespan was quietly burning away!

But Zhang Jing had no regrets in his heart.

This bit of lifespan, if it could exchange for a half-step Heavenly Immortal Tao Fruit, it would be a huge gain.

Even if he did not bring back even a Demon Heart Core and a magic item from this trip to the Nether Night Realm, but as long as he had this incomplete Heavenly Immortal Tao Fruit, it would surpass everything else.

At least, he now has the resources for the main body to evolve the thirty-six Original Realms and promote to the Dharma Phase Realm!

When he thought of this.

The fiery light in Zhang Jing's eyes became more intense.

Ding!

A faint sound of gold and iron intersected sounded abruptly beside his ear, before he had time to see clearly what the result was, Zhang Jing felt his body falling rapidly.

In the panic.

He only had time to catch the Immortal Slayer Demon Blade that returned to his hand, and he fell from the True Spirit Upper Realm.

...

...

In the forbidden area.

"Roar-, no, no!"

A roar of extreme pain reverberated dramatically.

The sounds of 'crack' 'crack' followed immediately after.

At that instant, terrifying cracks began to spread wildly on the God of Fortune's colossal Emperor Dharma Phase, the speed of which was increasing.

In just the blink of an eye.

The dignified Emperor Dharma Phase was on the verge of collapse, and the strong aura permeating his body began to weaken rapidly, as though it might go silent in the next moment.

"True Spirit? You're just a golden core realm human. How could you-- no, my Dao Fruit!"

The God of Fortune gazed in terror at Zhang Jing not far away, his mind overtaken by despair.

He could clearly feel that his True Spirit was disintegrating at an alarming rate.

With the True Spirit gone and nowhere for the divine soul to take refuge, it too began to wither.

The process was irreversibly underway.

Thus.

He realized that he was facing complete obliteration, without even the slimmest chance to reincarnate like the God of Longevity!

Moreover...

That soul-deep burning sensation he knew all too well, let him realize that the one responsible was the minor being in front of him, whom he originally thought he could manipulate at his whim.

In this moment.

A sense of absurdity suddenly sprung up in the heart of the God of Fortune.

Such a venerable Primordial Deity being defeated by a mere Golden Core Realm mortal? No matter how talented or secretive the human was, the brat... was, in the end, only a Golden Core Realm cultivator!

The crucial point was.

This was all brought upon him by himself.

Yes, secrets!

Maybe realizing something, the God of Fortune cast Zhang Jing a resentful glance.

If it weren't for this brat intentionally showing off his extraordinary talent in front of him, how could he possibly have the idea to seize the resurrection? After all, his initial target was his carefully nurtured disciple, Qu Junhou.

Moreover, if this brat had such a terrifying ability to directly attack the True Spirit, why did he hide it until now instead of revealing it earlier?

If he had known earlier, couldn't he have prepared for it?

In the worst-case scenario, he could have just given up seizing him. With Qu Junhou's body and his own preparation, stepping into the realm of the Heavenly True Monarch of immortality would have been a no-brainer.

The future would have been all smooth sailing.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

"Zhang Jing is to blame! Qu Junhou is to blame too! Human race, the despicable humans are the cause of my plight today!"

Boom-

Unsteadily.

The Emperor Dharma Phase kneeled heavily onto the ground, the unintentionally exerted force causing the extremely hard ground to collapse nearly a hundred feet deep, raising a dust storm that blocked out the sky.

The God of Fortune with his three heads all glanced at Zhang Jing at once, struggling to stand up.

However, at this moment, large pieces of his Dharma Phase started flaking off along the intersecting cracks, scattering all over in multi-colored celestial lights symbolizing the manifold ways and principles of luck, prosperity, and longevity.

Even the crown symbolizing the authority of his Great Dao crumbled silently.

Boom!

The sky darkened tremendously, massive serpentine blood-red lightning bolts rolled in the heavens, emitting terrifying shrieks.

In an instant.

Chill winds carrying minuscule blood rain dyed everything on the land red.

"I can't accept it!"

The God of Fortune weakly exclaimed, the light in his eyes had dimmed to an extreme level. His divine soul had withered to its last strand, flickering uncertainly, like a candle in the wind.

In just that short while.

The God of Fortune's huge Dharma Phase had already vanished without a trace, leaving only Qu Junhou's figure, which he had taken possession of.

However, at that moment.

|Tap| Tap-

A series of light and fast footsteps abruptly sounded, growing increasingly close.

The God of Fortune turned his head slightly, reflecting in his dim eyes was a figure dressed in yellow robes.

The figure arrived ten feet in front of him, picked up the lacklustre Jade Ruyi from the ground and in his hand appeared an extraordinary object constructed from countless pure white divine lights.

"The 'Essence of Origin and Life' is in his hands? Heh, the Heavenly official's 'Three-Treasure Jade Ruyi' and my Dao Fruit that I painstakingly condensed, they are all for this brat's benefit?"

"Fate, what a fate!"

On his deathbed.

The God of Fortune seemed to understand something, gazing intently at the profound endless sky as though staring at the eyes of a certain entity.

"Heh, heh~ I simply won't believe it!"

A chilling laughter that made one's blood run cold emerged from his throat.

The very next moment.

A strand of dark and ominous demonic light suddenly appeared in the God of Fortune's eyes, a sense of great disaster began to disperse.