Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"Extremely light and fundamental, the Five Elements cycle, particularly skilled at breaking spatial prohibitions. The Five-Color Cloud Flag, which is half a step into a postnatal Spiritual Treasure, is indeed terrifying in might."

Zhang Jing glanced at the lingering golden light around him and nodded satisfactorily.

He had just experienced the power of the golden light array beneath his feet and was well aware of its strength. If it were not him in the array today but another Harmonized Dao True Immortal who had not yet reached the stage of transformation, chances are ninety-nine percent would not escape a falling end.

Or if he didn't have the Five-Color Cloud Flag, relying solely on the innate ability of his Cloud Body to vanish unpredictably, even if he could escape this great formation, it would likely cost him a painful price.

At this thought.

Zhang Jing looked ahead unconsciously, his gaze penetrating the golden light and falling directly upon the siblings opposite him.

"This Eight Directions Golden Light Array must have been costly; these two really did invest a lot this time."

"It's just a pity that fortune did not favor them."

A hint of a strange smile flickered in the depths of his eyes.

Not long after.

The golden light in the sky dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

Facing Zhang Jing's smirk, and looking at the small, five-colored flag in his hand, Zhu Dayou felt a tingling in his scalp as his trump card was lost.

With a 'plop,' he fell to his knees and begged pitifully,

"Zhang Jing, my fellow Daoist, for the sake of our acquaintance, please show mercy. I have an elderly mother of three years and a young child of eighty, I cannot die."

Having just witnessed the Daoist friend's strength, Zhu Dayou had utterly abandoned the thought of resistance.

His mind had never been so clear as it was at that moment.

The only result of resistance would be annihilation; begging for mercy, on the other hand, offered a sliver of a chance at life.

Hm?

Hearing the other's pleas, Zhang Jing's look at Zhu Dayou grew even more peculiar. Where did he learn such desperate talk, claiming to have an elderly mother of eighty? This guy must be at least one hundred thousand years old at a minimum!

Wait a second! An old mother of three...

On the ground.

Seeing that Zhang Jing was unmoved, Zhu Dayou couldn't help but steal a glance at his trembling younger sister next to him, his heart hardening, he spoke up again,

"Zhang Jing, my fellow Daoist, if you agree to let me go, I will make the decision to offer my little sister to you as a servant, how about that? A servant of the Unity Realm Stage is extremely valuable."

Upon hearing this.

Zhu Hongxia stiffly raised her head, looking at her brother who had always cherished her with disbelief, as if she were seeing him for the first time.

"Zhu Dayou, you beast."

Her face ashen, she cried out hoarsely, and then lunged at him, claws bared, completely disregarding the presence of Zhang Jing nearby.

But the next moment.

Zhang Jing gently waved the Five-Color Cloud Flag, and strands of five-colored immortal light flew out from the flag, twisting through the air and plunging toward the Zhu siblings with a momentum that seemed to break through everything.

The hundred-zhang distance was closed in an instant, leaving no time for them to react.

Watching the five-colored immortal light approaching rapidly, Zhu Dayou's pupils shrank, and under the intense sense of life-and-death crisis, he mobilized all his immortal power, desperately trying to dodge the attack.

However, he soon realized he was firmly grasped by Zhu Hongxia, unable to move.

It's too late!

Zhu Dayou gave a wry smile and slowly lowered his head.

He saw a face full of resentment, as she seemed to say, "Let's die together!"

The Zhu siblings were directly engulfed by the five-colored immortal light.

The moment before consciousness dissipated.

Despair, regret, resentment, unwillingness... all these emotions surged into Zhu Dayou's heart, eventually turning into a sigh filled with helplessness: Ah, if only we hadn't heard about the Opening God Seal, how good that would have been.

In a nearby layer of void space.

A short-statured old man wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from his forehead in shock and began to retreat slowly.

"Zhang Jing, that Zhang Jing, he's actually here!"

He screamed frantically in his heart.

The elder could have never anticipated that Zhang Jing, whom countless Unity Realm powerhouses had searched for in vain for years, would appear right before him.

The Opening God Seal, a pre-heaven Spiritual Treasure, such an enormous opportunity right in front of me, yet I'm powerless to seize it for now!

The elder looked at Zhang Jing with envy, especially at the small five-colored flag in the other's hand.

He was certain that it was indeed a post-heaven Spiritual Treasure, and moreover, it was an offensive-type post-heaven Spiritual Treasure.

The elder himself owned a post-heaven Spiritual Treasure that he had acquired by chance, so he naturally knew how terrifying it could be.

After all, just by relying on his own post-heaven Spiritual Treasure that could conceal his form and aura, he was able to move unhindered in the perilous River of Cosmos Secret Realm. The horror of the might of a post-heaven Spiritual Treasure meant for offense, as legend had it, was almost beyond his imagination.

"Once I leave this place, I will sell Zhang Jing's information, and let the other Harmonized Dao beings step in to fight the leading battle. When Zhang Jing's immortal power is exhausted and he can no longer wield that five-colored flag, it will be time for me to act," he contemplated.

The elder quickly devised a nearly perfect plan.

The Opening God Seal and that offensive post-heaven Spiritual Treasure will undoubtedly end up in my possession.

Thinking this, a rush of excitement heated his heart, and he immediately prepared to carry out his plan.

However, he did not foresee.

"Who?"

Zhang Jing seemed to sense something, suddenly shouted, and instantly turned his head to look. But he saw nothing in his field of vision except for an almost imperceptible transparent ripple in the void.

Was there really someone?!

He stared intently at that ripple in the void, his eyes suddenly becoming focused.

Though he was about to leave Diandao Mountain and wasn't afraid of being exposed at this moment, it was still better to err on the side of caution.

Without a moment's hesitation.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

The moment Zhang Jing had a thought, the power of the world behind him began to boil, a flash of Qingyun light silently appeared, and then spread in all directions, instantly covering a range of hundreds of thousands of miles.

In an instant, every movement within the radius enveloped by the projection of the Qingyun realm, including the minute fluctuations of the void, was all reflected in Zhang Jing's mind.

Under this terrifying perspective.

Zhang Jing's Mind suddenly became devoid of joy or sorrow, no anger, only endless indifference.

Half a breath later.

He slightly tilted his head, his gaze emotionlessly fixed on a certain part of the void, and he softly said:

"Insect, found you."

"Decree: Black Sun!"

As the series of sounds fell, the projection of the Qingyun realm suddenly began to boil, and where it enveloped, the space turned dark and lightless in an instant.

A raging black sun appeared out of nowhere, emitting no light, just an intensely brutal black flame.

The black sun slowly descended.

The void was twisting and wailing.

Zhang Jing's expression was unchanged; he simply waved the Five-Color Cloud Flag in his hand gently, and the five-colored immortal light followed the sound, streaking past and piercing through the void.

An elder in a black robe tumbled out from a layer of the void, his face full of confusion.

The Five-Color Cloud Flag, specialized in breaking all kinds of spatial restrictions, could be considered this old man's unlucky encounter, colliding head-on with Zhang Jing.

"Ah!!!"

The elder screamed, only feeling that the approaching black sun was about to dry and char him.

The world projection, the Three Disasters Decree, the Five-Color Cloud Flag… the combined forces almost left the elder with no power to fight back.

He struggled to look at Zhang Jing not far away, his eyes conveying a mix of rage and despair, as well as a thick sense of regret.

His expression seemed to say: You were clearly not so formidable just a moment ago!

In the last moments of fading consciousness.

The elder roared to the sky with all his might: "I hate it, had I known, I wouldn't have joined this turmoil."

Before long.

The figure of the old man turned to ash.

Only an odd cloak, faintly merging with the void, was left behind, completely unscathed under the scorching of the black sun.