Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Zhang Jing's cold face revealed a trace of a stiff smile.

While speaking, his gaze seemed to unintentionally sweep over the Earth Immortal Dong Ming opposite him, before shifting to another Earth Immortal.

"Bai Gusou has the acquired Spiritual Treasure, the Seven Slaughter White Bone Banner!"

He thought to himself, his heart lifting slightly.

As for whether Dong Ming would suddenly turn his coat and betray him, Zhang Jing was not worried. After all, the constraints of the Dao vow did not allow the other party to act rashly.

It was just that during the process, he could not guarantee how much effort the other party would put in, nor whether they would lend a hand in time.

Meanwhile, opposite Zhang Jing.

Bai Yunsou did not rush to respond either, he just leisurely and contentedly sipped his cup of celestial tea, his face wearing a barely-there smile.

"A tea with Immortal Root for enlightening the Dao, ah! Having the descendants of the Nine-colored Deer is an advantage; it's an Immortal Root that's hard to find anywhere else. In my nephew's possession, it seems as though he doesn't need luck. Very good, very good, it will all be mine soon."

"Just wait a little longer, this tea for enlightening the Dao can't be wasted."

He thought to himself quietly.

A surge of heat rose unprovoked in his heart.

"Uncle-Master?"

Seeing that the other party did not react, Zhang Jing couldn't help but call out softly again, but still, no one answered.

He thus no longer asked and just looked at the two of them with indifferent eyes.

After a short while.

"Thanks to my nephew's warm hospitality, since it's like this, your uncle must not be discourteous; I might as well let my nephew die understanding why."

Bai Gusou drank up the celestial tea in his cup all at once, then chuckled lightly and spoke with a hoarse voice,

"Someone wants your life, as well as that Blood Furnace. The conditions they've offered, Uncle really finds them hard to refuse, so I can only make use of my nephew's head."

After he finished speaking.

Almost without giving Zhang Jing time to react, a white banner quietly appeared in his hand. With a gentle shake of that white banner, ten Tao soldiers enveloped in the aura of Combining Dao suddenly emerged in the great hall, lunging at Zhang Jing from all directions.

The ten White Bone Tao soldiers sealed every possible escape route for Zhang Jing, intent on completely putting him to death, leaving no chance for survival.

Whoo whoo!

The mournful wails echoed in all directions, the dense scent of death and decay swirling around, making the entire Qingjing Palace seem as though it had been pulled into the netherworld in an instant.

"Damn it, I guessed it would be like this; the master has still been too careless."

Witnessing this scene,

Han Sheng's face changed dramatically as he stood guard at one side.

Although the master's cultivation had advanced, how could he possibly contend against ten beings of the Unity Realm Stage joining hands?

In this critical moment,

Han Sheng stepped forward, his body radiating divine light, astonishingly preceding to block in front of Zhang Jing.

He swung his fist, and the cold light of ice burst forth, directly confronting the White Bone Tao soldiers lunging in for the kill.

Boom!

Tremendous force spread outward in all directions, shaking massive sections of Qingjing Palace to collapse.

But the two parties only stalemated for a moment.

Han Sheng then uncontrollably flew backward, his icy body suddenly covered with terrifying, spiderweb-like cracks.

After all, they were outnumbered and the difference in strength was vast.

Of course, faced with Han Sheng's desperate block, the ten White Bone Tao soldiers were also uncontrollably held up for half a breath.

"Enough time for the master to activate the Dao arena's grand formation, now we are safe."

Han Sheng propped up his crumbling body, thinking reassuredly to himself.

Sure enough.

"Uncle Bai Gusou's actions are truly shameless, attacking with great against lesser and even resorting to a sneak attack. This really is an eye-opener for your nephew."

Zhang Jing sneered coldly, at the same time his Mind connected to the Yin and Yang Dust Microcosm Formation, from which an almost infinite amount of black and white qi ceaselessly surged out of the void.

The void was sealed, and the ten White Bone Tao soldiers could hardly move an inch.

A massive, icy killing intent firmly locked onto Bai Gusou.

Across from him, Bai Gusou heard the noise and yanked off his Taoist robe's hood, revealing a face devoid of any flesh—just white bone.

The clatter of his upper and lower jawbones striking each other ignited sparks and emitted a grating sound that set one's teeth on edge.

"I'm not hiding anything, my dear nephew; your uncle indeed no longer has a face."

Having said that,

he lifted his head and contemptuously glanced at the surrounding black and white qi that surged without stopping. He shook his head and laughed proudly,

"Indeed, this is my nephew's strength. The Formation is impressive, no doubt gifted to you by a True Monarch, but it's a pity that the person controlling it has such poor cultivation."

A flash of light in Bai Gusou's hand, and he suddenly produced an unsightly yellow talisman.

The next instant.

Under Zhang Jing's astonished gaze, the yellow talisman tremblingly flew up and then gently pasted itself into the empty space.

The tumultuous black and white qi abruptly hesitated.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Jing felt that he had lost control over the Yin and Yang Dust Microcosm Formation.

And those ten White Bone Tao soldiers began to break free from their restraint slightly.

Crisis descended, and killing intent filled the air.

"Haha, my dear nephew, there's no point in making futile resistance; your uncle came prepared this time, with full assurance."

Seeing that the yellow talisman was effective, Bai Gusou couldn't help but laugh wildly, his whole skeletal frame shaking with excitement.

He had never before felt that ascending to become a Heavenly Immortal was so simple, so effortless that he almost couldn't believe it.

"Time and fate!"

"It is my destiny to achieve the Great Path of the Heavenly Immortal!"

Bai Gusou's hollow sockets stared fixedly at Zhang Jing, as if to firmly remember this younger fellow who helped him in his path to enlightenment.

But then he was shocked to discover that his nephew, faced with such a dire situation, still had that same unwavering expression on his face.

"That yellow talisman... it's what the mysterious person used to target the protective Formation of my Daoist practice field, isn't it? They surely went to great lengths, but its power doesn't seem to be that strong, entirely possible to break forcibly."

"Could it be due to the condensation of the Dharma Phase and the explosive increase in strength? In such a case, it seems that my Uncle Dong Ming doesn't need to make a move after all. So about the vow of the Great Dao that I made earlier..."

A glint flashed across Zhang Jing's eyes.

Simultaneously, a three-colored Jade Ruyi quietly appeared in his hand, into which the world force from the Yellow Springs realm instantly surged.

Hum!

The Ruyi wobbled as it flew out of Zhang Jing's hand and then gently tapped in mid-air, unleashing a burst of tricolored divine light.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The ten White Bone Tao soldiers that had already closed in were instantly sent flying backwards even faster than they had arrived; several of them that were closest had their bone bodies cleanly split in half, cracks spreading everywhere.

"A high-grade Post-Heaven Spiritual Treasure?"

Bai Gusou held his jawbone with both hands, clicking it back into place with a snap, then shouted in amazement.

Appearing to think of something.

He quickly turned his head to look back at Dong Ming, the Earth Immortal.

"Dong Ming, my friend, you can have the Nine-colored Deer descendant, and I'll take that Ruyi magical artifact, how's that?"

"You can take it for yourself,"

There was a faint trace of a smile on Dong Ming's face, then he thought,

"Perhaps I could use this fellow to see what Zhang Jing's real reliance is. How dare he let the two of us into his Daoist practice field?"

"That reminds me, there's also the matter of Wuyin going after his alter ego in the River of Cosmos Secret Realm; I'll see what the nephew has to offer in exchange later. After all, the vow of the Great Dao I made earlier didn't say I had to save his alter ego."

"It would be best if the nephew could give back the Yellow Springs Divine Metal; otherwise, once I become a Heavenly Immortal in the future, spreading this story would certainly make me a laughing stock among the other True Monarchs."