Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

The elderly woman lay on top of the corpse, slowly let out a breath, and a thick confidence flashed across her face.

Just now, Zhang Jing's behavior had informed her that he really knew what the Opening God Seal was, and naturally, he understood its precious value.

Thus, there was no need for her to die.

After all, she would never believe that there existed any cultivators uninterested in an Inherent Spiritual Treasure.

No matter how slim the hope of obtaining it might be, as long as there was even a sliver of possibility, one would surely be willing to go to any length for it.

That was an Inherent Spiritual Treasure, born at the dawn of a great world's creation, a terrifying existence that carried a world's Dao!

If one became its master, living a long and carefree life would be nothing remarkable.

Thinking of this.

The elderly woman couldn't help but stealthily raise her head, seemingly wanting to witness the excitement in Zhang Jing's eyes, only to be met with a pair of pupils brimming with profound light.

It was as if the Opening God Seal, which could drive ordinary people mad, couldn't stir any emotions in the heart of the owner of these pupils.

"How can this be?"

The elderly woman was struck with disbelief.

"Where?"

Zhang Jing asked indifferently.

At this moment, his face had already returned to its original calm.

It wasn't that Zhang Jing didn't value this news, but he was very clear in his mind.

If even an insignificant Dharma Phase Realm elderly woman knew about it, then either many cultivators were aware of it, and the news had spread, or the Opening God Seal was currently inside some fearsome and dangerous place, difficult for ordinary people to enter, let alone obtain.

And regardless of which possibility it was, unless he was exceedingly fortunate, the chance of acquiring this Opening God Seal was almost negligible.

"However, if it's convenient, it's worth going to take a look at the excitement. After all, what if?"

Zhang Jing thought somewhat unwillingly.

If his own cultivation broke through to the Unity Realm Stage, then he would definitely contend for it this time, no matter what.

Alas, his strength was lacking!

On the other side.

Upon hearing Zhang Jing's voice, the elderly woman froze and then, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube, she blurted out everything she knew in one breath.

"The midstream region, that Opening God Seal is in the River of Cosmos's midstream region, but nobody knows its exact location, only that it's in the hands of someone from the Human Race."

"Right now, those True Immortals in the midstream region are searching frantically, wishing they could turn every area upside down. It's said that some even specially guard the exits."

"My lord, this is all I know, I implore you to spare my life!"

The elderly woman looked eagerly at Zhang Jing, her eyes filled with longing.

She appeared particularly pitiable.

There was not a hint of concealment in her words.

Because the elderly woman was very clear that facing such a True Immortal-level existence who had comprehended the Law of Dao and merged with heaven and earth, any cunning tactic would undoubtedly be courting death.

The only thing she could count on was his compassion.

It sounds ridiculous to say, even more laughable to hear, but it was a bloody truth learned from lessons bought with a sea of corpses and blood.

"River of Cosmos's midstream, that's just right."

"By the way, how did you confirm my whereabouts?"

The elderly woman's body shuddered, and then, without thinking, she truthfully answered:

"Reporting to my lord, we have agents placed in every area. With the secret Miles Breath Locking Method from the Mysterious Pavilion, combined with the Trace and Shadow Divine Skills, we can quickly discern my lord's exact location."

"But—"

"But what?"

"Those agents initially responsible for tracking my lord's traces had reported that your aura was difficult to lock onto, appearing and disappearing intermittently."

Zhang Jing's pupils flashed.

This must be due to the inherent nature of the Cloud Body, formless in gathering and dispersing.

If that's the case, then finding his tracks would no longer be as simple for the Mysterious Pavilion as it was before.

He couldn't help but smile faintly.

To leave a trace or to lock onto a breath, there needed to be a shadow or an aura to begin with.

After getting the information he needed.

Zhang Jing simply turned around and headed towards another end of the Immortal City, where there was an ancient path leading to the River of Cosmos's midstream.

Meanwhile, at the original spot.

Whew—She had finally survived.

The elderly woman's face uncontrollably revealed an expression of having narrowly escaped death, followed by a barely detectable malicious glint that flashed across the depths of her eyes.

"The Mysterious Pavilion of the initial Immortal City is now ruined, but Zhang Jing..." she cautiously glanced with the corner of her eye at the quickly disappearing green silhouette around the corner, "just you wait, this isn't over yet!"

As the elderly woman harbored resentment.

A strand of emerald sword light suddenly streaked across the sky, becoming brighter and brighter in her eyes until it filled her entire field of vision.

The elderly woman's world went dark.

Pain as if being slashed by thousands of knives simultaneously emanated from every corner of her body.

"Ah—"

The scream lasted less than half a breath before it utterly ceased.

After a long while.

A tiny three-foot-tall figure finally shakily crawled out from beneath a pile of corpses, and upon seeing the remains and the elderly woman, reduced to nearly nothing but a pool of blood, a chill ran through him.

"They're all... all dead, just what kind of background does he have, how dare he, how could he?!"

The tiny figure stumbled toward the city gates, no longer caring to search for traces of the foolish ox he had been following.

Disaster had struck!

The Mysterious Pavilion, which had stood in the Immortal City for who knows how many years, had been wiped out by a ruthless person—not even a chicken escaped.

But before he had gotten far, the little figure seemed to have noticed something and instinctively looked towards a shadow.

In an instant, a golden arrow shot out, piercing directly through the tiny figure's brow and nailing him firmly against the opposite stone wall.