Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Boom—

The sound of collapse continued in the ears.

As time slipped by, the elder couldn't help but show an anxious expression. He knew very well that he didn't have much time left.

However...

He couldn't help but cast a glance at King Li Xing across from him.

This king was so formidable and difficult to deal with, even he was having a hard time dispersing him.

The critical point was that this man seemed absolutely determined not to let him enter the Treasury of Misfortune.

"Such utter foolishness, how can there be such people in this world! The Emperor is already dead, yet he still guards that broken edict. We can't delay any longer. Gambling with my life is better than waiting to die."

The elder's eyes narrowed slightly, and a touch of ruthlessness flashed through his pupils.

The next moment...

A violent killing intent burst from within him, quickly coalescing into a surging tide that swept across the surrounding area.

At the same time...

"Roar!"

Accompanied by rounds of sinister roars.

A touch of blood emerged from the elder's eyes. His pupils quickly transformed into something similar to the vertical pupils of a particular snake demon, blinking with an icy and ruthless light.

Scales with blood streaks drilled out from under his flesh, quickly covering him entirely.

In an instant...

The entity in front of him had transformed into an eerie creature that was like a dragon yet not a dragon, like a snake yet not a snake. Its monstrous killing intent pierced the sky.

"King Li Xing, you deserve to die!"

A violent, crazed, and senile voice echoed in the ruins of the imperial city.

As he finished speaking...

The thick tail gently swung...

The strange creature that the elder had transformed into suddenly turned into a dark red stream of light, relentlessly shattering the fragments of space, appearing in front of King Li Xing in an instant, before he had time to react, he ruthlessly reached out to grab his chest.

He appeared as ruthless as if planning to tear him apart.

A fierce, violent aura rushed to confront him.

King Li Xing stood dumbfounded in place, motionless, as if stunned by the sky-high killing intent.

"It's the secret method of the Imperial family that comes from the power of that Dragon Devil! Wasn't this secret method banned by the Emperor because each cultivation requires the devouring of blood from the royal lineage? How did he... "

A chill swept over King Li Xing's heart.

All of a sudden, he seemed to understand why the people of the Imperial family often died young.

When he came back to his senses...

The scaled-hand, practically at hand, King Li Xing realized there was no time to dodge.

In his urgency...

All he could do was cross his arms in front of him and stir up all his strength, hoping to withstand this blow.

Nevertheless, King Li Xing had no confidence in this.

As the Emperor's shadow, he, of course, knew the terror of this secret method.

Once invoked, the practitioner would summon a profound consciousness at the cost of their own lifespan, transforming themselves into a true Dragon Demon.

Unyielding, fearless, with inexhaustible strength, immune to all laws.

It was undeniably terrifying, unmatched even by the combined efforts of five monarchs or more.

"Maybe I'm going to die here today? Unfortunately, there's no chance to avenge the Emperor."

King Li Xing thought unwillingly.

However, the next moment...

In his line of sight...

The Dragon Demon that the elder had transformed into seemed to have discovered something, its movement stiffened abruptly, and a deep fear appeared in its blood-red eyes.

Seeing this...

King Li Xing's pupils contracted.

How could this be possible? This legendary Devil who knows no fear is actually scared!

Realizing something, he stiffened and slowly turned around to look behind him.

A young figure walking leisurely with a smile entered his eyes.

Majestic! Unparalleled!

The moment he saw that figure, King Li Xing felt his consciousness become blurry, as if an Ancient Divine Mountain was collapsing towards him.

He felt like he couldn't breathe.

"King Li Xing, do you see it? That is the existence who killed the Emperor. You are loyal and true, it's time to take revenge for the Emperor."

A hoarse voice echoed in his ear.

Hearing these words, King Li Xing couldn't help but sense the vast resentment surrounding that individual, and he immediately knew that the elder's words were true.

His expression instantly reverted to its usual cold and stern look, and he responded without turning back,

"I don't need you to provoke me!"

After his words...

King Li Xing paid no more attention to the elder of the Imperial family behind him, walking step by step resolutely towards Zhang Jing.

Facing this terrifying existence, he was well aware that he wouldn't stand a chance of victory.

But what about that?

"Revenge!"

King Li Xing suddenly roared, accelerating his pace.

His lonesome figure exuded an intense tragic and heroic atmosphere, casting a long shadow under the setting sun.

Behind him...

"Such foolishness, but with this scapegoat, it's just right."

A gleam flashed in the elder's vertical pupil, and without any hesitation, he immediately fled in the opposite direction.

At this moment, he had no desire left to enter the treasury. His mind was set on leaving the city, the place of controversy.

"To escape twice from this person, perhaps my fate has not yet ended at his hands. As long as I survive, there's hope for advancing to the Monarch Level. Maybe then, there's a possibility of revenge!"

The elder's eyes were filled with yearning.

In the process of fleeing...

He couldn't help but sneak a peek at Zhang Jing once more. The image of Qu Junhou surfaced in his mind, and he couldn't help but mutter bitterly,

"Could it be that we were mistaken before? The real child of destiny is not Zhu Ming, but...this person! If only we had known, we should have pledged to him. Sadly it's all too late now."

On the other side...

"Quite a man of iron bones, didn't expect to find such a person among cultivators of the demon path. It seems this realm may not be as bad as I thought."

His gaze swept across the face of the black-robed man that now held a determined expression,

Zhang Jing couldn't help but feel a touch of admiration in his eyes.

His Divine Sense covered the entire Imperial City, so he heard the conversation between the man and the elder clearly.

However, since he was set in his desire to die, he would grant him his wish.

He couldn't promise much else, but at least in this aspect, he was always benevolent.

With that thought...

A Blood Moon Scimitar quietly appeared in Zhang Jing's hand. Across it, there spread a terrifying aura only top-grade Immortal Treasures could emanate.

Merely holding it lightly in his hand, the demon blade spontaneously swallowed and spat out a cold sharp edge, slicing the void into fine cracks.

He took a single step and disappeared instantly.

In the next instant.

A ripple of illusion suddenly rose in front of King Li Xing.

"What is this?"

King Li Xing abruptly stopped, a subconscious shudder running through his heart.

But in the blink of an eye.

He saw the young man in the yellow robe he met earlier calmly stepping out of the ripple.

The man glanced at him lightly, then suddenly a blinding red blade light lit up, filling his entire field of vision.

This blade embodied a sky full of murderous intent, freezing the soul.

King Li Xing desperately wanted to resist, however, under the blade light, he was horrified to find his body frozen in place, unable to move at all.

It seemed like there was no choice but to wait for death.

On the brink of death.

Time seemed to slow down.

"So this is the being who killed all the monarchs. The power indeed is terrifying to the extreme! However, in his gaze at me just now, was there approval?"

Just before losing consciousness.

King Li Xing surprisingly felt a small sense of honor.

Thump!

The body split into two halves and fell heavily onto the ruins.

Zhang Jing didn't linger.

He glanced at an old man who was rapidly leaving his line of sight, then took a step forward and disappeared again.

Only a chuckle was left echoing at the original spot.

"Heh, this time I can't let you escape."

...

...

Time slowly passed.

The capital city fell into a deathly silence.

Viscount Hanshui carried King Li Xing's broken body back to The Demon Suppressing Department, then cautiously placed it in a hastily assembled thin coffin.

"I couldn't find a suitable coffin in short notice, please forgive me, dear sir, and rest in peace," he said gently, a hint of confusion in his voice.

All the monarchs had fallen, and the capital city had fallen into ruins. What was he supposed to do now?

As he was considering this.

A light footstep suddenly rang beside him.

Viscount Hanshui's heart shuddered, and without the tiniest hesitation, he fell to his knees, not daring to lift his head.

He knew, that the only one who would come to The Demon Suppressing Department at this time should be that supreme being.

As for the prince of the Imperial Family.

Faced with the pursuit of the being capable of killing the Shadow Monarch in one slash, Viscount Hanshui really couldn't comprehend how he could still be alive.

Perhaps his body had already cooled by now.

Before long.

The footsteps suddenly vanished.

"Phew- I survived!"

Viscount Hanshui let out a breath of relief, his hanging heart gradually calming.

He lifted his head slightly, a yellow silhouette holding a body suddenly appeared in his view. Viscount Hanshui's body suddenly shuddered, and he fell down once more, not daring to move.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his robe.

Inside the hall.

"This is the treasury of misfortune itself? It's exactly the same as the one I saw in Mengyang County." Zhang Jing looked at the ancient stone door covered with mysterious Dao patterns in front of him, a hint of a smile curling up his lips.

In the end.

He still stood in front of this top-tier innate divine item.

His Divine Sense quietly probed into it.

"Huh? An ownerless object?"

Zhang Jing exclaimed in surprise, but he quickly understood.

Right!

The God of Fortune and other Monarchs of Dayin had all died. If this thing still had an owner, that would really be strange.

His gaze lightly swept over the old man's body he was carrying in his hand.

Zhang Jing shook his head with a smirk.

The next moment, a 'thump' was heard as he casually threw the body aside.

While Zhang Jing gradually walked over to the Treasury of Misfortune, he sat down cross-legged. His formidable Divine Sense burst forth in an instant, tightly enveloping the stone door.

Time silently passed by.

As his Divine Sense slowly probed deeper into the Treasury of Misfortune's core, a hint of weariness appeared on Zhang Jing's face.

At a certain moment.

Hum! Hum!

The Treasury of Misfortune trembled a little, following which, it radiated a deep, inky light.

In the meantime.

In various The Demon Suppressing Departments of Dayin.

All the stone doors of the Treasury of Misfortune suddenly shattered into dust.

"Something's happened in the capital!"

Seeing this, everyone stared in shock, their eyes filled with intense horror.

...

...

Inside the secret hall of The Demon Suppressing Department.

"It's done! Hm, there are so many demon heart cores!" Zhang Jing held a tiny three-inch stone door in his hand, his Divine Sense couldn't help but tremble.

No wonder he was shocked.

The amount and quality of the various demon heart cores stored in the Treasury of Misfortune greatly exceeded his initial guess.

Even the strange objects were not few in number.

It took him quite some time.

Before Zhang Jing gradually calmed down.

"Indeed, the greater the risk, the greater the gain! The massive number of demon heart cores and the universal experience within them is enough for my main body to complete the accumulation necessary in the Golden Core Realm, and step into the Dharma Phase Realm! When I get back, I will quickly select the most suitable innate divine items to generate my Original Realm."

"As for these strange items, I don't know how many innate divine items can be gathered... let's wait until I get back to decide."

Zhang Jing gave a slight smile, then as if he remembered something, he immediately reached into the Treasury of Misfortune.

In less than a moment.

He withdrew his hand, an origin crystal emanating a mysterious fluctuation appeared in his palm.

"It's time to go back."

Zhang Jing firmly gripped the origin crystal in his hand then turned around and left.