Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

A few breaths later.

In the center of the hall, a burly and ferocious figure appeared, his body covered with malevolent ghost, Asura, and demon patterns, emitting a terrifying aura of immense strength, as if he were a demon god who had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, making people dare not look directly at him.

"Gentlemen, I have found Zhang Jing's location. Have you gathered enough Copper Coins by bribing the City Lord's Mansion? There's no time to lose; it would be best to hand them over to me quickly."

The Four-armed Rakshasa spoke indifferently, his expression as undisturbed as an ancient well.

Opposite him sat five figures in silence, who were none other than the Nightmare Corpse, Yingquan King, and three others, who had vanished without a trace for decades.

As soon as his voice fell.

"Haha, of course, we've gathered them already, just waiting for those words from you," Yingquan King replied with a loud voice, his shadowy face revealing an uncontrollable smile.

Compared to the beginning, his aura had suddenly surged by several times.

A similar scenario could be observed, to varying degrees, among the feathered powerhouses from other factions present.

"Indeed."

Suddenly, the Nightmare Corpse opened his eyes, his pupils filled with a desolate stillness.

He spoke lightly, "This is the Copper Coin that San Wangwen, according to our agreement, has brought forth."

As he spoke, a treasure pouch gleaming with flowing light tremulously flew out from the sleeve of the Nightmare Corpse and then hovered in front of the Four-armed Rakshasa.

The latter's Divine Sense immediately probed into it.

In an instant, a vast ocean formed of Copper Coins appeared in the perception of the Four-armed Rakshasa.

Even though he was prepared, he couldn't help but tremble at the sight of such an exaggerated scene.

The next moment.

Two more treasure boxes and two pouches emerged in midair, swiftly flying toward the Four-armed Rakshasa.

Four voices—hoarse, deep, or cold—echoed through the hall in the blink of an eye:

"This is the portion of the Copper Coins belonging to Mysterious Pavilion."

"From the Martial Hunting Team..."

"Celestial Immortal Association..."

"..."

Time trickled by.

The figure of the Four-armed Rakshasa had vanished, leaving only the previous five figures, still sitting in meditation with their eyes closed.

At a certain moment.

"That represents the accumulation of ten thousand years from our five major powers, and we're just handing it over to this fellow? The Rakshasa clan has always been unruly and unmanageable. In my view, this man surely has other ulterior motives."

Someone expressed their worries aloud, breaking the silence that filled the hall.

As soon as these words were spoken, the other four figures opened their eyes one after another.

The Nightmare Corpse gave a cold laugh and said indifferently, "Does it really matter? He won't be able to cause any trouble in the face of the grand situation; he doesn't dare to harbor any petty schemes. Moreover, it's not for us to decide. Those old fellows above us are nearly deranged in their desire to compete for the Opening God Seal."

"That's true."

Another person took up the conversation, their voice carrying a hint of deep envy."

"After all, it concerns the legendary innate Spiritual Treasure. For them, obtaining it would nearly be like stepping halfway into the lofty realm of the Heavenly True Monarch, enjoying limitless longevity thereafter, free from the constraints of the cycle of life span. How could they not be crazed?"

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...

A month flashed by in an instant.

In a wasteland three million miles away from Bliss Immortal City.

Figures shrouded in starlight crisscrossed the sky, the earth as hard as divine metal trembled non-stop, and the roars of wild oxen rose and fell in waves.

Here lived a powerful beast known as the Four-horned Green Ox, not few in number. It used to be a hunting ground for the Three Mountains Alliance, but after friendly consultations, it now belonged to the Immortal Fish Alliance.

Suddenly.

Moo! A long, drawn-out bellow reverberated through the sky, followed by a thunderous crash of something heavy hitting the ground.

Beside the ox carcass.

Four men, each with a Star Banner atop their heads, let out a sigh of relief in unison.

"Huan Meng is indeed remarkable. Had it not been for his Star Banners, we would not only struggle to hunt these fierce oxen, but escaping might have even been a problem," someone commented with genuine admiration.

"That goes without saying."

Another voice immediately agreed, "The Three Mountains Alliance occupied this place for so many years, and the number of fierce oxen hardly decreased, showing how difficult they are to deal with."

"Eh, speaking of the Three Mountains Alliance... they seem to have quieted down a lot this past month. Could it be that they have found their target? You know, I'm actually not used to how peaceful the Immortal City has suddenly become."

"Psh, I heard their target is the Green—"

The sentence was abruptly cut off.

Boom——

High in the vault of the sky, a blinding bolt of lightning suddenly ignited, stretching an unknowable number of miles before slowly starting to dissipate, resembling an eye leisurely opening.

Rolls of thunder boomed, causing the whole of Bliss Immortal Island to start trembling ceaselessly.

Thick dark clouds converged, obscuring the sun and moon.

A terrifying presence pressed down from above, and abruptly, the world fell silent.

The next moment, the grand voice that all beings had heard upon entering Bliss Immortal Island rang out once more.

"The rules for Bliss Immortal Island will change as follows,"

"First, specific Pure Yang beings are permitted to enter the island after three months."

"Second, Bliss Immortal Island will conduct the final tally in advance after three months and thereafter distribute the Devil God Ranking and victory list rewards."

"Third, the closing time for the island remains unchanged, Bliss Ghost Market will open as usual."

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...

No one knew how much time had passed.

The anomalies in the sky vanished, and the multitude of Combining Dao beings below, who had been dazed, slowly came back to their senses in groups of twos and threes.

"Pure Yang beings, early settlement! Something big is about to happen!"

Suddenly, the same thought surged in everyone's mind.

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Inside a quiet room within the Inner City of Bliss Immortal City,

Qingyun sat cross-legged, his hands continuously forming Dharma Seals, his expression neither sad nor happy.

Behind him, the projection of a green world flickered in and out of existence, and deep within it was a heaven-reaching monolith that was constantly drawing in an endless flow of Ancient Stars' power.

In front of him stood a three-eared bronze immortal furnace over six feet tall. Inside the furnace, divine flames surged like spirited Divine Dragons, emitting endless charm.

The mouths of these dragons clutched half-finished black Star Banners, as ancient and profound auras bubbled tumultuously within the bronze immortal furnace.

At one moment,

Accompanied by a vast voice thundering beside his ear, Qingyun abruptly opened his eyes, his heart uncontrollably tossing with shock and confusion.

The rules had changed!

Pure Yang True Immortals entering the island after three months? And the God-Demon Tower and Star-picking Tower were also going for an early settlement?

How could this be possible?

"These changes in the rules... no matter how I look at it, they seem to be aimed at me,"

Qingyun murmured to himself.

He smelt a thick scent of malice in this.

After all, being a privileged citizen, he was well aware of the logic behind the operation of Bliss Immortal Island. Under normal circumstances, the entities behind the island would not change the rules, much less so drastically.

Now that such a situation had arisen, there was only one possibility—someone had paid a heaven-high price to bribe the City Lord's Mansion and alter the rules by force.

On the current Bliss Immortal Island, the only thing worth such action for someone else was the Opening God Seal that he had in his hand!

Even now, he could almost guess who was behind this. It was certainly those enormous entities including the Mysterious Pavilion, which had been rooted in the River of Cosmos for hundreds of thousands of years.

After all, in the River of Cosmos, aside from them, no other entity or power could afford the cost required to change the rules of Bliss Immortal Island to such a large extent.

His thoughts returned to the present.

Seeming to think of something, Qingyun's expression instantly darkened, his heart filled with a desire to curse.

He knew that over in Hei Shui, they were only a half step away from 5,000 victories!

And now, an unexpected complication had emerged, rendering all their previous efforts wasted.

"Is this also someone's deliberate doing?"

A flicker passed through Qingyun's eyes.

At the same time.

The door outside suddenly opened slowly, and then, with a flash of light, three figures appeared and vanished again.

Opposite.

Seeing this scene, Wang Zizai suddenly shuddered and, without thinking, rubbed his eyes before turning to look at the Feathering being beside him, asking with astonishment,

"Was that—, Brother Mu, did you just see something enter?"

As his words fell, he was met with silence.

What's going on?

Wang Zizai involuntarily followed Mu Xu's line of sight, only to be met by an indifferent and lofty gaze.

Suddenly, Mu Xu's voice, filled with reverence, sounded beside his ear:

"Yin... Brother Yin from Yinguo?"