Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Time trickled by.

Many beings from the Qiyuan Alliance, Immortal Fish Alliance, and several other smaller alliances were now banding together, swiftly sweeping through Immortal City.

A street corner not far from the east gate of Bliss Fairy City.

Strong and chaotic fluctuations of Dao principles filled the air in all directions, with screams, roars, and the clashing of metal barely ceasing for a moment.

On one side, there were those fighting to break through the encirclement to quickly leave Bliss Fairy City, hoping to survive the Bliss Calamity, while on the other side, there were those desperately preventing these people from leaving with the same goal of surviving the catastrophe.

And as more and more powerful beings surged forward to break out, those creatures from the Three Mountain Alliance tasked with intercepting them began to retreat, their morale visibly plummeting.

Seeing this, a Feathering power immediately roared,

"Only half an hour remaining. The Four-armed Rakshasa Daoist friend had promised that as long as we hold on for half an hour, those Pure Yang immortals would allow us to take the treasures and leave Bliss Fairy Island safely."

"And each of us will also receive ten thousand Copper Coins!"

"Now heed my command, friends with the Star Banner, step forward and activate it with all your might!"

Roar! At these words, the faces of the creatures from the Three Mountain Alliance simultaneously flashed with excitement, and their fighting spirit soared rapidly.

The next instant.

Dozens of figures with black Star Banners over their heads stepped forward, their auras interweaving, forming an impregnable wall of copper and iron.

With their full force unleashed, the originally faltering situation stabilized once more.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, the numerous beings on the other side couldn't help but curse in unison, a trace of urgency flashing in their eyes.

Time was almost up!

If they delayed any longer and allowed those five Pure Yang True Immortals to enter Immortal City, they would be caught like turtles in a jar. Among these people, very few would be able to leave with the treasures intact.

What? 'Where there is life, there is hope'?

Then what had they been working themselves to death for in Bliss Fairy City for the past hundred years?

At that moment.

Boom! A terrifying rumble approached from the distance.

One could see a golden rope rapidly spreading from deep within Immortal City, radiating boundless blood light that dyed half of the city red.

Demonic chants were incessant, never ceasing to echo.

Boom! The void was on the verge of shattering.

A wave of bloodthirsty and murderous Dao principle fluctuations silently spread across the entire battlefield.

In just an instant, the originally impregnable Star Banners crumbled to dust. And the many creatures beneath the Star Banners couldn't even let out a wail before they were mercilessly ground into a blood mist.

"Hiss—, so this is a postnatal Spiritual Treasure!"

Behind them, Gong Yu, Wu Yusheng, and the others involuntarily glanced at Zuo Qingtian in front of them, their gaze slightly dazed.

"It seems that, under Brother Zuo's divine might, Huan Meng's Star Banner is probably of no use now."

Someone murmured softly.

"You're right. If I had known Brother Zuo's postnatal Spiritual Treasure was so ridiculously powerful, I wouldn't have bought the Star Banner a month ago."

Upon hearing this,

A trace of smugness flickered in Zuo Qingtian's eyes, but he then pretended to be serious and said,

"My friends flatter me too much; it was just a coincidence. Huan Meng's Star Banner is still very useful."

Without another word,

He looked straight at Gong Yu and Wu Yusheng, his tone carrying a hint of reproach, "My friends, how come we haven't seen Yinguo, Hei Shui, and Huan Meng? It's a crucial moment for the breakout, and they're still not here; what is the meaning of this?"

"Do they really plan to just take advantage of the merit of contributing the Star Banner to reap the benefits?"

"This..."

Gong Yu and Wu Yusheng looked at each other, momentarily at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The Causal-Body silently stood by a window.

In his pitch-black pupils, the terrifying scene of Zuo Qingtian unleashing the houtian spiritual treasure, the Golden Rope, vividly reflected.

"Time is almost up."

He quietly calculated the time.

Suddenly, a figure with a black horn on its forehead stumbled into the room. Before it could even steady itself, its rough voice had already reached the ears of The Primordial Chaos Dao Seal:

"Sir, I've finally found you. That Zuo Qingtian is truly formidable, everyone at the east gate who tried to stop him has been slaughtered. Do not stand there in a daze any longer, we must hurry and leave."

However, to the surprise of the black horn, upon hearing the voice, The Primordial Chaos Dao Seal did not move an inch, not even his expression changed.

"No rush, it's not time yet."

The Primordial Chaos Dao Seal spoke leisurely.

He had not forgotten that the most terrifying among the calamities at Bliss Fairy Island were the five Pure Yang True Immortals who had yet to take action.

As for what those fellows were plotting, The Primordial Chaos Dao Seal was well aware.

"Right," his gaze slowly fell upon the towering figure of the black horn, and he instructed with an indifferent voice, "With your abilities, as long as you don't get greedy for the riches on Immortal Island, the chances of escaping by following those people should be considerable."

"After leaving the River of Cosmos Secret Realm, remember to head to the Lingshu Mountain Dojo in Qingxiao's Mystical Bright Heavens of Dong Ji Immortal Continent."

Saying this, The Primordial Chaos Dao Seal casually pointed forward with one hand.

A faint Primordial Chaos Dao Seal shadow appeared on the black horn's forehead, hinting at a boundless purple aura.

"Qingxiao's Mystical Bright Heaven, Lingshu Mountain Dojo, what place is that?"

The black horn asked, suddenly puzzled, "Aren't you coming with me, sir?"

"I still have some matters to attend to."

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"The houtian spiritual treasure, ah!"

From the roof, the Four-armed Rakshasa murmured, a trace of unmistakable horror flickered across his face.

Having faced that golden rope himself, no matter how many times he saw it, his heart couldn't help but tremble, followed by inexpressible indignation.

If it weren't for that Zhang Jing, he, too, should have been holding a houtian spiritual treasure by now.

What a pity—

Seemingly thinking of something, he slightly turned his head and spoke indifferently to the empty air beside him, "Zuo Qingtian has made his move, our Three Mountains Alliance is nearly wiped out."

"Do not forget, aside from our target Zhang Jing, there is also Bai Yuzi hiding in the shadows."

No sooner had the voice faded than the cold, rigid figure of the Nightmare Corpse quietly appeared alongside.

"They are but expendables, do you care if they live or die?"

The Nightmare Corpse looked at the Four-armed Rakshasa meaningfully and said indifferently, "Don't worry, Shiyi is on his way, and the other three sires will follow soon. Whether it's Bai Yuzi or Zhang Jing, neither will be able to jump around much longer."

"Let's hope so," the Four-armed Rakshasa sighed.

He felt an inexplicable unease, but he couldn't quite put his finger on the reason.

"Heh heh, what a fine treasure indeed."

A sinister laugh echoed across the sky, abruptly interrupting the Four-armed Rakshasa's contemplation and drawing the gaze of thousands within Immortal City.

That is—

Gong Yu and his companions simultaneously widened their eyes, a feeling of indescribable terror suddenly enveloped their hearts.

In their view,

they saw a pair of torn, blood-stained wings gradually stretch across the high walls of Immortal City, bringing with it wild, turbulent winds, bit by bit shrouding everything.

The motion seemed slow, yet it was incredibly fast.

The once bright sky, in a moment, turned as dark as ink.

"Pure Yang True Immortals!"

Among the crowd, Zuo Qingtian's breath hitched, the smile on his face long gone.