Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

The words had hardly left his mouth.

Zhang Jing suddenly realized that the void in front of him began to ripple intensely, and then darkness engulfed his vision, the familiar surroundings instantly vanished without a trace, replaced by the endless, profound surface of a lake.

Faint sounds of surging tides could be heard by his ears.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned his surroundings.

"This is... the White Dragon Lake outside the eastern gate of the Immortal City? How is this possible?" he muttered to himself incredulously.

He had clearly been in the Blissful Immortal City just a moment ago, yet in the blink of an eye, he found himself transported outside the city.

The key issue was that he had felt nothing during this process.

What if the person who had acted just now hadn't transferred him outside the Immortal City, but had instead moved to erase him directly?

Feeling as though he had just walked through the gates of death, an unreasoning chill washed over Zhang Jing.

But at that moment.

The void beside him twisted once more, and soon after, a figure two Zhang in height was thrown out, landing heavily on the ground without showing any sign of reaction.

"Mu Xu, my fellow Cultivator!"

He was inwardly shocked; if it weren't for the faint signs of life still present on the other's body, he would have almost thought that this Cultivator Mu Xu had turned into a corpse.

"Fellow Cultivator, we meet again."

A gentle voice abruptly resounded beside his ear.

This voice—

Zhang Jing's expression froze, and then slowly turned his head.

A familiar face came into view.

"Qingyun, no, Zhang Jing, you... how come you are here? Could it be that all this is your doing?"

His eyes involuntarily flashed with astonishment, and he immediately pointed to the prone figure of Cultivator Mu Xu on the ground, asking with some disbelief, "But isn't it forbidden to fight within Blissful Immortal City?"

No sooner had his words fallen than a jeering voice came from behind:

"Heh, rules? If the rules of Blissful Immortal City were any good, we wouldn't have this sudden change of events."

"Who?"

Startled by the voice, Zhang Jing swiftly turned around, only to come face-to-face with a familiar gaze.

It was him, Yinguo, ranked fourth on the Devil God Ranking!

Zhang Jing felt his heart plummet.

Yet another terrifying existence almost as powerful as the Four-armed Rakshasa! Plus Zhang Jing... what kind of luck was this? To encounter three transcendent beings one after another in such a short span of time?

A bitter smile crossed Zhang Jing's face. He couldn't help but look up, as if confirming the presence of any year stars above.

Wait a minute!

Something suddenly dawned on him, and he turned his gaze back to Zhang Jing, his eyes flickering uncontrollably.

Why would these two be together, appearing quite familiar with each other?

To his knowledge, Zhang Jing and Yinguo, one ranked third and one fourth on the Devil God Ranking, had nothing to do with each other whatsoever.

After pondering to no avail, his consciousness gradually returned to the present.

Zhang Jing then focused his attention on his own predicament.

He did not believe that these two transcendent beings would expend such a great cost to bring him here from Immortal City merely for a chat.

Not to mention, his action of betraying Zhang Jing twice before was difficult to explain.

Of course, if you were to talk about fear, it wasn't too overwhelming.

If it really came to it, he would simply give up the readily available three million Copper Coins and escape from this place.

Zhang Jing was particularly confident in his own divine skill of evasion.

After all, the extreme prowess of his evasion techniques was what had allowed him to endure the fierce pursuit of powers like Mysterious Pavilion for several years.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Jing bowed, addressing the others without inferiority or arrogance, "I wonder what brings the two esteemed brothers to seek me out in the dead of night—"

However, before he could finish speaking, his voice abruptly stopped.

To his surprise, two more figures appeared silently, one to his left and one to his right.

In an instant, waves of murderous intent spread from all directions, firmly locking onto both Zhang Jing and the prone Mu Xu.

What was going on?

Zhang Jing froze on the spot.

Meanwhile, Cultivator Mu Xu hurriedly got up from the cold ground, his movements exceedingly swift.

He faintly sensed a rich air of death and understood that if he continued feigning, he might truly die here.

"Mu Xu pays his respects to Lord Yinguo, Lord Qingyun, Lord Hei Shui, and Lord Huan Meng. I had long heard of the four lords' great names but had never had the fortune to meet you. Seeing you today, I realize that the lords' impressive bearings are even more extraordinary than the rumors claimed,"

Cultivator Mu Xu bowed, spewing flattery as if it cost him nothing at all.

As for the puzzlement of why his targeted individual would be mingling with these three individuals, he had already cast it out of his mind.

Prior to this, Mu Xu could never have imagined he would be afforded such treatment— the fourth to sixth ranked individuals on the Devil God Ranking appearing all together, along with a mysterious master of artifact refinement, all for the sake of an ordinary Feathering being like himself.

And of course, there was also an inconsequential Human Race Cultivator.

If he were to speak of this, others might think he was mad, his cultivation having driven him insane.

What meritorious deeds had he accomplished?

Mu Xu sighed inwardly.

Time trickled away, and the air was filled with a chilling silence.

But in no time at all, this silent atmosphere was broken.

"Just what do the four brothers intend by this? I would be grateful if you could enlighten me," Zhang Jing could no longer hold back, forcing himself to ask calmly.

"That is something we should be asking you, Fellow Cultivator. For over a month, the two of you have been rigorously shadowing us, with utmost diligence and not a single slip-up."