Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"What is this?"

Tang Xiaofeng stared blankly at the blood-colored divine furnace before him, feeling a sense of malice emanating from inside out, as if it were ceaselessly devouring the minds of the onlookers.

Gradually, the blood furnace appeared larger and larger in his field of vision.

Meanwhile, to the side.

The charming girl who had led Tang Xiaofeng here seemed to have anticipated this scene. A sharp gleam flashed quietly in her eyes as she gently pulled her hand out from Tang Xiaofeng's and began to stir her mana.

Caught off guard.

Tang Xiaofeng's figure was suddenly thrown out, crashing heavily to the ground.

Tap tap—

Two figures in black masks and cloaks swiftly stepped forward, deftly lifting Tang Xiaofeng from the ground and hurling him towards the blood furnace.

"Qiong'er, why?!"

Just before entering the blood furnace, Tang Xiaofeng abruptly regained consciousness and looked incredulously at his future Tao Monk, screaming in heart-wrenching agony.

However, all that greeted him was the girl's indifferent, icy gaze.

Why!

He had even begun planning their future together, so why did his heartfelt sincerity lead to such an outcome?

Tang Xiaofeng roared inwardly.

The next moment.

He fell into the blood furnace, where the flames surged wildly, licking at his skin with a madness that no words could describe, an indescribable agony that instantaneously coursed through his entire being into his consciousness.

"Ah!!!" Tang Xiaofeng couldn't help but scream miserably, his body writhing uncontrollably due to the extreme pain.

As his consciousness was on the verge of dissipation.

He unconsciously thought of his mother and the generous store owner.

"Xiao Feng is unworthy of his mother and unable to repay the store owner's kindness," he murmured, right before he was completely consumed by the blood flames.

"To refine your little sweetheart just like that? Tsk tsk, truly heartless and unfeeling."

A man in black robes quietly appeared beside the girl, with a faint smile on his face that was both mocking and amused.

"My brother jests. For the continuation of the Jun's lineage, even I am willing to sacrifice myself, let alone a mere pauper. It's his honor," said the girl indifferently, gone was any trace of her previously charming demeanor.

Time passed unknowingly.

The flames of the blood furnace slowly died out.

The man in black robes stepped forward and retrieved a drop of dark red blood that carried an aura of vast and profound Mysterious Yellow World.

He held the drop of blood high in front of him with reverence and carefully called out, "The source true blood has been refined, I beseech the great one to appear."

As the voice faded.

A beam of black light, carrying the aura of final destruction, shot out instantly from the man's brow and entered straight into the drop of blood.

The true blood arose slowly.

Under a gentle and faint glow, flesh, bones, hair... piece by piece of human tissue grew rapidly around the true blood. In a mere moment, it aggregated into a naked, complete Human Race body.

The features, aura, and even the True Spirit were identical to Tang Xiaofeng's.

"Heh heh, finally free from the constraints of the Mysterious Yellow World, it feels good, truly good!"

'Tang Xiaofeng' twisted his body and chuckled strangely.

Then, as if he discovered something, he pointed one hand towards the blood furnace. A clay sculpture of a Spiritual Lion bathed in a solemn bright yellow immortal light flew out, then slowly landed in his hand.

"Yo, what a fine item, containing the Dao of an incomplete innate divinity..." Tang Xiaofeng closed his eyes, and suddenly, an image of a young man in yellow robes vividly emerged from the depths of his memory.

"Wait, this aura seems to be exactly what Lord Jiao Kui, the Demon God, entrusted us to find!"

Tang Xiaofeng suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Zhang Jing!"

He couldn't help but roar the name, his voice revealing an indescribable excitement.

"What did you just say, my lord?"

The man in the black robe asked reverently, not daring to raise his head.

"It's nothing," Tang Xiaofeng's gaze flickered, and then he beckoned to the woman not far away with a hooked finger, "I've long heard that women of the Human Race from the Mysterious Yellow World have exquisite allure, and this time I shall indulge myself. Tonight, you will serve in my bedchamber."

"Yes."

The woman walked towards Tang Xiaofeng, fully revealing her sleek yet slightly unripe curves, with a radiant smile blossoming on her face like spring.

...

...

In the Immortal City of Extreme Joy, the Dongwai City.

The streets were bustling with numerous Harmonized Dao True Immortals who had come upon hearing the news—even though Zhang Jing had been out of sight for nearly ten years, their enthusiasm remained undiminished.

Especially the quiet street where Zhang Jing resided.

From time to time, figures moved back and forth, seemingly casual yet their gazes lingered deliberately or inadvertently on the gate of Zhang Jing's residence, as if they were anticipating something.

Next door, behind the door of a house.

"Yes, exactly like that!"

Wang Zizai, who had a clear view of the scene outside, couldn't help but show a trace of joy on his face.

The initiator of all this before his eyes was none other than himself.

Moreover, under his secret manipulations, things had developed far beyond expectations.

At present, inside the city of Extreme Joy Immortal, Zhang Jing's address was known to everyone, far and wide.

"The people from Mysterious Pavilion must be having headaches by now."

Wang Zizai thought to himself with a sense of contentment.

Letting them chase him to the death like that was just a small retaliation.

As for Zhang Jing—

He turned his head, his gaze seeming to penetrate through the walls, cutting across space, and staring straight at a trembling shadow.

"What of being a Feathering True Immortal? Weren't you so proud before? Why are you now cowering in your room, too scared to take a step outside for ten years? Heh heh, my possessions, did you really think they would be so easy to take?"

Wang Zizai spoke to himself, a hint of madness creeping into his voice unawares.

With just the slightest effort, he could change the fates of those Feathering True Immortals who once stood high above him, even forcing them to dare not leave their rooms.

How enchanting was this feeling?

However, at this very moment.

Zhang Jing, who in Wang Zizai's imagination should be trembling, was quietly opening his eyes, his entire being instantly vanishing into the multiple layers of the void, his figure flickering in and out of sight, sometimes appearing close at hand, other times far in the horizon, creating a sense of spatial disorientation.

The surrounding void became docile, easily molded and compressed by Zhang Jing.

"The fully refined Xucang Immortal Robe!"

Zhang Jing's gaze was somewhat shocked.

The reason was simple; the difference before and after full refinement was simply too great.

If his influence and control over the void before full refinement was akin to a level one, then now it was at two hundred or even more.

The two stages were completely incomparable.

Of course, the reason for such a terrifying improvement also had to do with the horrific expansion speed of the Qingyun Realm during these ten years.

A hundred and thirty thousand li!

It was more than six times the size of before, with the world power it provided, both in quantity and quality, taking a terrifying leap.

Coming back to his senses.

Zhang Jing slowly stood up, took a deep breath, his eyes brimming with intense self-confidence.

After closing up for ten years, it was time to enter the Inner City!

The third level of the God-Demon Tower was no barrier for him now. The only thing Zhang Jing was curious about was how far he would go this time— the fourth level or perhaps... the fifth level?

"May the Master live forever, may the Master enjoy everlasting celestial fortune, may the Master be powerful and unparalleled, may the Master be extraordinary, the most handsome under the heavens..."

Accompanied by a string of familiar flattery, the door, which had been closed for ten years, opened once again, gradually revealing the towering figure behind it.

In an instant.

People on the street outside stood rooted to the spot, some even rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

The next moment, an uproar erupted.

The target had emerged!

One after another, intense gazes rushed to stick to Zhang Jing and could not be pried off.

Seeing the exaggerated scene outside, Zhang Jing felt a sudden chill, a familiar feeling surging in his heart.

"Could it be—" he squeezed out a rigid smile on his face.

Before long.

"Zhang Jing, hand over the Opening God Seal immediately!"

"Fellow Taoist, stop struggling. Just surrender the Opening God Seal. As long as you hand it over, we won't hold your previous mockery of us against you."

"..."

One voice after another, stern, envious, or persuading, fused into a river that overwhelmed Zhang Jing.

Right there.

Zhang Jing didn't pay any attention to the clamor outside, contemplating in silence instead.

Who could have leaked his information? Could it be those five powers from Mysterious Pavilion?

He quickly shook his head.

This clearly did not align with their interests.

And apart from those people, there was only one other possibility— Zhang Jing suddenly glanced at the neighboring room.

"We'll settle this account another day."

He smiled faintly, and then, under the watchful eyes of all, his figure gradually vanished into thin air.

This immediately drew a series of exclamations.