Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"To think there are three hundred strands of post-heaven Purple Qi, what a pleasant surprise you have given me, my friend. You must be tired."

Within the Qingjing Palace.

Zhang Jing sat upright on a meditation mat, speaking with a warm smile, his tone carrying a trace of apology.

In his palm, strands of post-heaven Purple Qi darted through the air like swimming dragons, their mystical radiance suffusing the entire chamber in a pale purple hue.

Zhang Jing could imagine all too well that to have refined such a quantity of post-heaven Purple Qi in just a few short years, his Earthly form must not have rested for even a moment.

Otherwise, by his estimates, having two hundred strands of post-heaven Purple Qi this time would have already been quite difficult.

It must be known that in between, the other party had specifically made a trip to the Beast Territory of Nanchu Immortal Continent to respond to Immortal Qingyun.

"There is no need for formalities, friend," the Earthly form replied with a warm smile.

No sooner had the words been spoken,

Than a streak of golden light flew out from behind Zhang Jing, landed on the ground, and transformed into a Three-legged Divine Crow. Then, in a mere instant, the crow morphed into a tall, young man.

The man's features were almost identical to Zhang Jing's, except his demeanor was significantly more majestic and unrestrained, wilfully flaunting his presence.

Merely standing there, he was like a radiant sun that burst forth with boundless light, compelling and demanding attention, impossible to overlook.

This was his third Original Realm—the inborn divine Dharma Phase of the Sun Crow from the Realm of the Great Sun.

"Our luck movements are all linked to you, the original body. Such coy modesty is unseemly; speaking thus might become the joke of other friends," chastised the Sun Crow Dao Body unreservedly, appearing quite dissatisfied with Zhang Jing's overly gentle demeanor as the main body.

Upon hearing this,

The Earthly form could not help but glance at Zhang Jing, his eyes seeming to ask: Are you sure this Sun Crow friend here is a Dao Body you nurtured yourself?

The next moment.

"Earthly Form pays respects to you, friend."

"Weren't you in seclusion within the Great Sun Realm?"

Zhang Jing and his Earthly form both turned to the Sun Crow Dao Body, speaking in unison.

"I have seen you, Earthly Form friend,"

The Sun Crow Dao Body first nodded to the Earthly form, then walked straight up to Zhang Jing and said carefreely,

"Brother, didn't you want to use the Jade Talisman to reverse the post-heaven Purple Qi to pre-heaven? I specially came out to observe."

"Haha, in that case," Zhang Jing's eyes twinkled slightly, "let us satisfy your wish and begin now. Truth be told, I am also quite curious as to how the Jade Talisman will manage to reverse the post-heaven back to pre-heaven."

"Good!"

"Very well."

Both the Sun Crow Dao Body and the Earthly form nodded in agreement, curiosity flashing across their faces unspontaneously.

Before long.

Zhang Jing opened his eyes, which became as still as an ancient well.

His aura had already calmed down.

He turned his gaze to a strand of post-heaven Purple Qi before him and, with a thought, connected to the stable and mountain-solid Jade Talisman within his Mud Pill Palace.

With a humming sound, five points of merit were instantly reduced to four. Simultaneously, a peculiar fluctuation followed Zhang Jing's gaze, burrowing into the post-heaven Purple Qi.

At that moment, an aura so profound it was unfathomable began to disperse, wrapping tightly around the post-heaven Purple Qi within a three-foot radius, forming a cocoon that was partly visible and partly not.

One day!

Two days!

…

As time slowly passed, the purple radiance within the cocoon shrank to an almost imperceptible thread, while the flickering spiritual brilliance grew purer and purer.

Zhang Jing and the other two stared fixedly at the cocoon before them, their gaze not shifting for even a split second.

At last.

The fifth day!

Accompanied by a faint sound of a bubble bursting, a grand primordial purple light exploded forth, and the inexhaustible mechanism of pre-heaven flooded out like a tide.

Time passed, though it was uncertain how much.

"So this is the pre-heaven Purple Qi, the Spiritual Treasure that allows cultivators to comprehend the Law of Dao? Truly extraordinary," murmured the Sun Crow Dao Body as he gazed at the thread of pre-heaven Purple Qi that continued to appear and disappear in the void.

Merely through this thread of Purple Qi, it seemed as if he could glimpse the Way of the Sun pervading the universe, shining in all directions, eternally fierce and majestically boundless.

"If there were enough pre-heaven Purple Qi, perhaps I could quickly complete the Way of the Sun, transform into a true pre-heaven Great Sun deity, and grasp the authority of the sun,"

He licked his lips, a hint of longing flashing in his eyes.

A nearly identical expression also appeared on the Earthly form's face at that moment, though the flash of desire lasted only an instant before quietly fading.

The Earthly form knew full well that the process consumed an enormous amount of resources and luck movement—so much so that even filling it with several worlds wouldn't suffice.

It wasn't until their main body ascended to the Unity Realm Stage—at which point all thirty-six Dao Bodies, including himself, would have stepped into Combining Dao and fully unleashed the power of their inborn sacred essence—that they could contemplate this pursuit.

But for now, they had only one task: to complete the Dharma Phase of the exalted emperor of the thirty-six heavens of the Taiyi, represented by the imperial court of Xuanqiong.

When the Dharma Phase was complete, it would be the moment when the main body integrated the various Paths, transformed into Taiyi, and ascended to the Unity Realm Stage.

Just then,

A figure slowly approached.

"Master, the time you spoke of has arrived—" Han Sheng began to remind in a soft voice, yet his speech abruptly halted, his voice involuntarily stuck in his throat.

Three gazes—whether gentle, fierce, or profound—fell upon him,

Making Han Sheng feel inexplicably suffocated.

It was as if, instead of three masters, three primordial behemoths sat within the room, and in that moment, life and death were beyond his control.

The next instant.

The Zhang Jing seated in the center smiled, as if sunlight had pierced through the clouds to dissolve the mist, and the pressure on Han Sheng vanished entirely.

"I understand, you may go now."