Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

During the conversation,

Zhang Jing casually waved his hand, and a large amount of mist formed out of the void from various places, sweeping away the fishy stench that permeated the room.

On the other side,

the three-foot-tall figure couldn't help but bulge its eyes, looking towards Zhang Jing with an incredulous gaze.

Had it misheard?

Someone dared to threaten Mysterious Pavilion?

"Zhang Jing, is it? Who do you think you are, an Earth Immortal? Even a mere Dharma Phase dares to threaten the Mysterious Pavilion in the nascent Immortal City?"

The old crone's expression stalled, then she said with a cold tone.

As her voice fell,

swish swish!

Figures clad in black robes, brimming with the peak power fluctuations of the Dharma Phase, appeared one after another in every corner, quickly surrounding Zhang Jing without leaving any gaps.

In the alley outside, similarly, figures in black robes appeared one after the other.

A formidable killing intent connected as one.

"It's... it's all over."

The three-foot-tall creature's legs trembled, its face uncontrollably showing a hint of despair.

"Will you talk, or not?"

Zhang Jing seemed utterly oblivious to the changes around him, merely lifting his eyelids slightly, and looked directly into the old crone's cloudy pupils with an indifferent gaze.

"Tsk, you should worry about yourself,"

the old crone said mockingly, then waved her hand.

In an instant, black-robed figures one after another charged towards Zhang Jing.

The dense and cold killing intent, along with the tremendous power fluctuations, were all compressed within this room that was no more than fifteen feet in length and width.

Rune patterns lit up.

In the old crone's eyes, Zhang Jing was now inescapable and unavoidable. Apart from falling, there were no other options.

A faint, barely visible smile squeezed out on her spotted cheeks, and she said in a hoarse voice:

"Surviving the hands of an Earth Immortal doesn't mean you are one."

However,

before the crone's smile could fully unfold, it uncontrollably froze on her face.

Cling!

Accompanied by a clear sound of a sword's hum, a wisp of azure Sword Intent appeared, illuminating the shadow-occupied room brightly.

The next moment,

"Ah!!!!"

As the Sword Intent slowly spread, black-robed figures screamed as they were cut in half, stacking upon each other on the ground, writhing in extreme pain.

Some wanted to turn into shadows in an attempt to reattach their split bodies. Alas, the terrifying Sword Intent, like a bone marrow scraper, was tightly coiled around their bodies. Even as shadows, they couldn't escape its hold.

"Oh, there are so many of you outside, you really do have the numbers,"

Zhang Jing said with a smirk, then, carrying his sword, he walked towards the door.

Just a moment later,

the continuous screams rose and fell one after another.

Like this, Zhang Jing sliced from the eastern end of the alley to the west, and then back from the west to the east; he didn't know how long it took, but as soon as he started feeling warmed up, there were no standing figures around him anymore.

At this moment,

the old crone's face was ashen, devoid of blood, and especially upon seeing the crisscrossed black-robed corpses on the ground, her scalp exploded with horror.

Unity Realm Stage!

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Tap tap—

As soon as Zhang Jingfu entered the room, he saw the old crone kneel on the ground with a thud, begging for mercy while trembling:

"Please have mercy, my lord, whatever you wish to know, this old body... this old woman will tell you everything. Moreover, if you promise not to kill me, I will tell you about a great opportunity."

"Oh, a great opportunity?"

Zhang Jing looked at her with interest.

"Yes, lord, it's about the Opening God Seal. With your status, surely you don't need this old woman to tell you about the preciousness of the Opening God Seal."

The old crone hurriedly explained, fearing that if she spoke too late, she would be cut down by him directly.

"The Opening God Seal!"

Zhang Jing repeated each word, his face unconsciously growing stern.

Although he didn't know much about the Opening God Seal, he was aware that this top-tier odd treasure unique to the Extreme River of Time always triggered a bloodbath whenever it appeared, and even some Heavenly True Monarchs would personally enter the fray.

And for good reason.

Because obtaining the Opening God Seal meant having a chance to get a legendary innate Spiritual Treasure.