Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"Also, Qingyun Daoist friend, this is something Ling Ling asked me to pass on to you. She means that you should always keep it with you, don't bother returning it, consider it a safeguard. After all, the rules of the River of Cosmos Secret Realm are fickle, and she's worried you might inadvertently fall into a trap,"

"Really, it's the first time I've seen Ling Ling care so much about a male Daoist friend, you—"

The other party stopped short.

"Su Lingling?"

Zhang Jing's expression was one of surprise, and he quickly looked towards the green-robed figure ahead, only to see Su Lingling suddenly turn her head and speed away, like a startled little deer.

If he remembered correctly, since the last time he returned the fairy pendant to Su Lingling, she hadn't initiated a conversation with him anymore.

Zhang Jing originally thought Su Lingling had seen through her feelings and changed her mind, but he hadn't expected...

"Time is a wonderful thing; it will eventually wash away everything."

He sighed in his heart and said no more.

Before long.

With the arrival of Zhang Jing and his group, the entire Shi Village began to boil.

Squadrons of Patrol Yakshas burst out from the stone houses, howling as they charged towards everyone.

The tranquility was shattered.

The whole Shi Village turned into a battlefield.

In the midst of this, the most eye-catching was the first iron hammer in the center of the battlefield. This fellow, armed with a single hammer, fought alone against four Dharma Phase Realm beings without being at a disadvantage, his combat power extraordinarily exaggerated.

Next was Lei Hong, who had previously made bold threats.

True to his word, relying on a strange golden ring treasure, he barely managed to hold back a Dharma Phase Realm Patrol Yaksha.

Besides them.

"How many treasures did Su Lingling bring with her?"

In the field of view, Su Lingling, dressed in green, stood in the center of the battlefield, her expression incredibly tranquil, her hands continuously pulling various one-use treasures from the small pocket in front of her, blasting the surrounding Patrol Yakshas into crying for their fathers and mothers.

Zhang Jing's eyelids couldn't help but twitch wildly.

Was this still the Su Lingling he knew?

Snapping back to reality.

A Patrol Yaksha suddenly raised its steel fork, screeching as it charged at him, its green vertical pupils flashing with naked, salivating desire.

A nauseating, fishy stench poured out from the creature's mouth, heading straight for Zhang Jing's face.

A trace of disgust flickered across Zhang Jing's eyes for no reason.

With a flick of his hand performing a sword seal, a restrained azure sword light suddenly appeared and streaked straight through the Yaksha's chest and abdomen, with blood and organs gushing out.

"A fast recovery rate, an undying body?"

Zhang Jing curiously looked at the opponent.

Groan—

The Yaksha fell to the ground weakly, issuing mournful cries of pain, but the sound quickly weakened as time went by.

One moment!

Two moments!

...

Zhang Jing silently counted the time in his mind.

It wasn't that he completely believed Ji Xiaoyun's words, thinking the Patrol Yaksha would definitely recover.

But at that moment just now,

Zhang Jing suddenly sensed something unusual from this Patrol Yaksha.

Since he was born with the inherent Dao principle of Qingyun, he was particularly sensitive to certain Dao fluctuations.

Moreover, after the breakthrough in cultivation on the other side, as the world of Qingyun transformed into part of the Taiyi Thirty-Six Heavenly High Jade Que Profound Sky Emperor's Dharma Phase, his sense became even more acute.

"This power, it seems to be related to the Dao of Time?!"

Zhang Jing's eyes flashed, his face revealing a hint of astonishment.

He hadn't expected to perceive such a faint fluctuation of the Dao of Time on the body of a mere Golden Core Realm Patrol Yaksha.

Until the fifth moment!

In Zhang Jing's sight, this Yaksha, which should have died, suddenly let out an angry roar and viciously leapt to its feet, opening its large mouth and revealing sharp fangs, lunging directly at his throat.

Smack!

With a slap, the Yaksha was sent flying back at a speed even quicker than before, crashing heavily onto the ground.

His gaze involuntarily fell on the Yaksha's chest area.

The wound that had been cut open by the sword light had seemingly healed as if nothing had happened, and the bloodstains that belonged to it on the ground had also vanished.

"Related to the Power of Time? Is it a reversal of time, or a fixed state of life, resetting every five moments?"

"But with just a trace of the Dao of Time, how many times can you sustain your revival?"

Zhang Jing's curiosity was immediately piqued.

The next instant.

His vast Divine Sense swept out from his body, imprinting the entire battlefield into his mind.

Seeing that the others were doing relatively well, Zhang Jing finally put his mind at ease and could no longer suppress his bubbling desire to know.

This kind of strange ability was extremely rare; of course, he wouldn't let it go.

Even if what he was proficient in were the innate Dao of Cloud Qi and the Qingxiao Sword Dao, as the saying goes, "All Dao lead to the same destination," there were always some clues to be found.

For a moment, the dozen or so Patrol Yakshas around Zhang Jing seemed to sense some terrible crisis and hurriedly fled in all directions.

But it was too late.

"Come back, all of you!"

Zhang Jing's eyes glinted with a hint of a faint smile, he hooked his index finger at those Patrol Yakshas, and wisps of azure cloud qi appeared from nowhere, converging into a green rope with forked ends.

This inspiration came from the Immortal Binding Chain, which was especially suitable for the Innate Dao of Cloud Qi, and this was the first time he was using it.

On the other hand.

"What is he doing?"

Ji Xiaoyun and Chang Zizai converged in one place, taking a moment to glance at Zhang Jing's side, their expressions gradually becoming more rigid.

Injure those Patrol Yakshas, wait for them to recover, then strike again, injuring them... This cycle repeated over and over again—he seemed to be having the time of his life.

Gradually coming back to their senses.