Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"Another Earth Immortal has descended, targeting the same goal. Now we're in for a good show."

In a secluded alley in the initial Immortal City.

An elderly woman with a hunched back and a walking stick looked absentmindedly at the empty street corner, a flicker of alarm flashing through her eyes.

The air was still filled with a hint of the oppressive aura unique to Earth Immortals.

Behind her in a nondescript shop, two figures in black robes were slowly dragging out three bodies.

Although the business had not gone smoothly just now, they had ultimately managed to satisfy that being and sent him away.

As for the death of a few Golden Core servants, those were trivial matters not worth mentioning.

Moreover, compared to these dead Golden Core Realm servants, or even to the two Earth Immortals, the old woman was now more concerned about a name that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

"Zhang Jing!"

"Just what is the identity of this person that he could cause two Earth Immortals to descend one after the other?"

The old woman pondered to herself.

Having lived for so many years, she had never encountered such a strange occurrence. According to the organization's intelligence, that cultivator of the Human Race was only in the Golden Core Realm... that was pure nonsense, wasn't it?

She scarcely needed to think about it.

"Shadow."

The old woman suddenly called out.

Before her voice had even faded, a pitch-black figure swiftly flew out from the shadow behind her and kneeled on the ground, quietly waiting for instructions.

"Go to Qingxiao's Mysterious Heaven by yourself and ask the shadow there if there are any messages regarding Zhang Jing. A person pursued by two Earth Immortals must be extraordinary."

"Yes!"

The shadow respectfully answered and slowly sank back into the darkness.

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Before long, several days had passed.

In the depths of the River of Cosmos.

The Withered Ancient Abyss.

At the very edge of the outer and deep areas, where danger was less imminent compared to the deeper regions, the treasures that naturally formed there were far superior to those on the outskirts, thus continuously attracting cultivators in the Dharma Phase Realm to seek their fortunes here.

This was particularly a prime spot for teams mixed with Dharma Phase and Golden Core Realm cultivators.

At the foot of a hill.

Zhang Jing and his companions slowly crouched down, concealing their auras, while their eyes instinctively looked ahead.

That was a stone village built by the river.

Shadowy figures carrying steel tridents could be indistinctly seen walking back and forth, as if patrolling.

Zhang Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, and a divine light gleamed within his pupils.

In an instant, the distance dramatically shortened, and those figures became clearly visible.

They were a group of Patrol Yakshas.

Each one was over twelve feet tall with faces like fierce demons, covered in fine scales, looking extremely ferocious.

Moreover, there were a dozen of them, with the leading Yaksha's body clearly pulsating with the power of the Dharma Phase Realm.

"Brother, do we go in? There must be treasures inside this stone village," Chang Zizai, dressed in white robes, eagerly asked Brother, who was at the very front, in a low voice.

"Isn't it too risky? There's a Dharma Phase Realm amongst these dozen or so Patrol Yakshas. One can imagine how many Dharma Phase Realm Yakshas are hidden in that village. And we only have Brother in the Dharma Phase Realm," Ji Xiaoyun immediately objected.

"I think what Chang says is not without merit; we might as well give it a try." Lei Hong, who was sitting silently next to Zhang Jing, suddenly lifted his head, "I can go all out to momentarily hold back that Dharma Phase Realm Yaksha, creating some time for Brother."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Jing beside him, his eyes filled with pride.

At the very front.

Without much thought, Brother grabbed the massive wolf-tooth hammer strapped to his back and his figure exploded forward, transforming into a streak of light heading straight for the stone village.

"Do it!"

Midway.

Brother swung the wolf-tooth hammer in his hand, sending it flying with a force as unstoppable as a landslide, smashing towards the twelve Yakshas with the swiftness of thunder that one cannot cover one's ears in time against.

The air rang with a piercing boom.

It was a scene of murderous intent and thunderous noise.

Behind.

The group looked at each other, and then had no choice but to rush out as well.

With their only Dharma Phase Realm cultivator already engaged, what was the point of discussing the risks here?

Among the crowd, Lei Hong moved with the greatest speed, reaching the forefront in just a moment.

"Use this opportunity to let them know, just where I am superior to that Qingyun fellow!" he thought excitedly.

The battlefield has always been the stage for the strong.

As for Zhang Jing, he quietly followed behind Su Lingling and the other two, as if taking a leisurely walk.

"Helping them this time can also be considered a way of repaying them for leading the way; after that, we'll simply go our separate ways," Zhang Jing thought to himself.

He was not a heartless person.

Throughout their journey, Su Lingling, Ji Xiaoyun, and Chang Zizai had taken care of him with various overt and covert gestures. Zhang Jing remembered these kindnesses and naturally would not just leave now that they had entered the depths of the River of Cosmos.

"Qingyun, be careful when we face those Patrol Yakshas later, they're quite tricky to handle and have terrifyingly strong regenerative abilities, almost as if they have immortal bodies. Aim for their heads or hearts when attacking," Ji Xiaoyun, dressed in a red dress, slowed down and fell in beside Zhang Jing, whispering a reminder.

"Oh? Have you previously encountered these Patrol Yakshas?" asked Zhang Jing curiously.

"Of course, this isn't the first time Brother has led us into the Withered Ancient Abyss; Patrol Yakshas are the most common here."

"I see, thanks for the heads-up," Zhang Jing said with a smile, nodding his head.

Then.

As though remembering something, Ji Xiaoyun gently tucked an immortal talisman into Zhang Jing's hand and slightly lifted her red dress, her tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.