Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"The supreme trial is upon us!"

Zuo Qingtian shifted his gaze from the damaged blood-stained wings that filled his entire field of vision and quickly fixed it on the golden rope that floated quietly in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming resolute and ice-cold.

At this point, there was no turning back for him; his only reliance was the post-celestial Spiritual Treasure golden rope that had come into his possession not long ago.

And now was the best opportunity.

After all, the primary targets of these Pure Yang True Immortals would definitely not be him, even though he possessed a post-celestial Spiritual Treasure at this moment.

"It's a pity that Yinguo and the other two are nowhere to be seen; otherwise, they could have helped divert some attention."

Zuo Qingtian shook his head with regret, thinking to himself.

Coming back to his senses.

"Fellow Daoists, this is our last chance! Only by combining our efforts do we have a possibility of carving out a path to survival!"

His lips barely moved, but his voice exploded like muffled thunder.

While speaking.

Zuo Qingtian stretched out one hand and grabbed one end of the golden rope in front of him, then shook it vigorously. During this process, an immense celestial power surged into the inside of the rope as if cost was no object.

Woo woo!

A series of heart-palpitating wails suddenly echoed through the air.

The golden rope quickly elongated, violently rubbing against the invisible void, bringing along a torrential threatening aura aimed straight at the broken wing that blocked everyone's way on the city wall.

The brilliant light it burst forth illuminated the dark Tianqiong sky.

At the same time.

The many beings in the battlefield experienced in Combining Dao, including Gong Yu, the Tragic Abyss Alliance Hierarch, and other Feathering powerhouses, were now unleashing their full power. Black flags appeared above their heads, bursting forth with immeasurable divine light.

All sorts of Daoist principles, Divine Skills, and various treasures—through the mysterious connections between the small Star Banners—their powers fully merged and concentrated into one, following closely behind the golden rope and sweeping towards the bloodstained wing.

The invisible air emitted mournful cries before being massively evaporated, exposing the vast dark void.

The ground cracked open and shook as if it were about to collapse.

At this moment, all eyes—filled with hope or trepidation—were fixed on the bloodstained wing.

A singular thought unified everyone's mind: It must succeed!

Not looking to cause significant damage to this Pure Yang being, just to force it to step back so they could leave this place.

However.

"Admirable courage!"

A mocking voice that fell from the depths of Tianqiong chilled the hearts of Zuo Qingtian and the many beings experienced in Combining Dao.

They saw the blood-stained wing tremble slightly, then directly strike towards the golden rope that crossed the skies and the torrent of Daoist principles that followed, the movement permeated with an air of nonchalance, as if the Pure Yang being behind the bloodstained wing didn't take the dreadful attack coming its way seriously at all.

And indeed, that was the case.

In a fraction of a second, the wing collided with the golden rope.

An unimaginable force transmitted along the golden rope in an instant, followed by blasts of ghastly energy carrying the breath of the ghostly corrosive Daoist principles.

"Ah!" Zuo Qingtian couldn't help but let out a pained howl.

An excruciating agony that tore at his divine soul spread from his firm grip on the end of the golden rope, rampaging crazily through every corner of his body.

In just an instant.

Zuo Qingtian released his hand as if he had been electrocuted and uncontrollably fell to his knees, his crown of feathers shattering suddenly.

He lifted his head, seeing nothing but dark red, reflecting the exaggerated scene in mid-air: the strike that contained all their hopes not only failed to break through the bloodstained wing but didn't even manage to damage its sparse feathers.

A deep sense of despair spread through the hearts of all beings on the battlefield at once.

"Is this what they call a Pure Yang giant who is only one step away from immortality?"

In the center of the battlefield, the Tragic Abyss Alliance Hierarch murmured, his entire being as if plunged into an ice cellar.

This was the first time he had witnessed a Pure Yang being make a move.

Yet this single experience allowed him to truly understand what it meant to be one of the rare Pure Yang existence among millions of True Immortals, and the notion of a giant just a step away from immortality.

That helpless sense of despair nearly shattered his spirit.

Thereafter.

The Tragic Abyss Alliance Hierarch's gaze shifted, and then his pupils contracted rapidly, his face displaying an expression of extreme terror.

"Brother Zuo Qingtian, your body!"

As the words echoed, including Gong Yu and Wu Yusheng among the Feathering powerhouses and even the countless ordinary beings experienced in Combining Dao, broke free from their stupor and turned to look at Zuo Qingtian.

A scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives unfolded before them.

Zuo Qingtian at this moment bore no trace of his previous triumphant demeanor.

Pieces of flesh were rotting off his body in chunks, the Daoist forces that wrapped him were being eroded by some strange Daoist principles, revealing translucent like jade immortal bones.

He couldn't hold on for more than a few breaths before his immortal bones were once again saturated with the power originating from that Pure Yang, starting to decay at an extremely exaggerated rate.

"Won't die within a short while."

Zuo Qingtian raised his head, speaking in a voice filled with pain.

The forces of two different Daoist principles violently clashed within every inch of his flesh and his divine soul.

Less than half of the flesh remained on his face, where flesh buds crazily proliferated, entangling with each other, decaying and regrowing, regrowing and decaying.

Not far away.

"Hiss—, so this is a Pure Yang being!"

The Four-armed Rakshasa involuntarily drew in a breath of cold air upon seeing Zuo Qingtian's miserable state. He had never imagined that even with the help of a Postcelestial Spiritual Treasure, a True Immortal at the Feathering stage would be so vulnerable in front of a Pure Yang True Immortal.

"Haha, naturally."

To one side, the Nightmare Corpse with arms folded across his chest seemed to have anticipated this situation, his expression unchanged.

And while the two were speaking.

A heavy mist quietly enveloped the north gate of Immortal City, and a golden giant deity stepped over the gate that towered over a hundred zhang, causing the earth to tremble and the mountains to shake as it walked directly towards the Inner City.

A crack split the clouds, and an enormous eye that reached to the heavens appeared, now obscured, now revealed.

Below.

"Cough cough, time to start catching fish. This old one has lived through long years and it's truly the first time catching fish within this Immortal City of Ultimate Bliss; curious, it truly is curious."

An aged hunchback silently appeared atop the city tower at the south gate. His gaze swept over the panicked figures inside Immortal City, and he couldn't help but grin, revealing a mouthful of sparse yellow-black teeth.

While laughing, the old man put his pipe to his mouth and took several strong puffs.

Whether by accident or design, a flickering ember slowly fell from the pipe in his hand and set off a sky full of divine fires.

The leaping flames reflected on the old man's deeply wrinkled face, where shadows twisted and writhed at will, making him look like a bloodthirsty devil that had just broken free from its seal.

"All the retreats have been blocked! But at this moment, they are also at their most relaxed; the opportunity has come."

In a hidden corner.

Qingyun's Dao body appeared and spoke as if talking to himself, yet also as if he was conversing with some being: "The east gate is in chaos, and with that Pure Yang being having clashed with Zuo Qingtian and many Dao friends, there will inevitably be some impact. Perhaps it's the best target—"

"Dao friend, you should leave through the east gate in a moment."

Accompanying the sound of his voice.

An undetectable, bland voice suddenly came from the void next to Qingyun's Dao body: "Understood."

That was good.

Qingyun's Dao body nodded, then took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly burst with divine light.

With a single thought, a vast and boundless green world began to project behind him, emanating a subtly oppressive aura.

Directly above his head, a small purple banner emitting a supremely noble aura gently rose.

The Ziwei Star Banner, the main banner of the Minor Star Formation.

At the same time.

In two other corners of the Immortal City of Ultimate Bliss.

As if sensing something, the Dao bodies of Cause and Effect and Water simultaneously formed seals with their hands, and two Ziwei Star Banners emanating noble auras flew out from within them in perfect unison.

The three Ziwei Star Banners assumed the positions of the Three Talents and slowly rose.

An extremely subtle fluctuation from the Ancient Stars was about to surge forth from within the Ziwei Star Banners.

Unexpectedly, a pure white Immortal Sword flew out from deep within Immortal City, heading straight towards the blood-stained Shiyi in the east.

It appeared someone had the same idea as Qingyun's Dao body.

"What on earth is this?!"

On the rooftop, the Nightmare Corpse couldn't help but exclaim.

The indifference that had always been present on his face was now nowhere to be seen, replaced by an indescribable look of shock.

The reason was simple: just by looking at the pure white Immortal Sword, the Nightmare Corpse felt a severe pain in his brow, as if someone was forcefully stabbing it with a steel needle.

A piercing cold feeling welled up from deep within his limbs and bones.

The threat from the gold rope Postcelestial Spiritual Treasure he had just experienced was nothing compared to a fraction of the white Immortal Sword's menace.

"Bai Yuzi!"

That familiar yet strange name flashed subconsciously through his mind.

Then, as if coming to a realization, the Nightmare Corpse hurriedly looked up at Master Shiyi, only to be met with the horrifying sight of the pure white Immortal Sword severing nearly half of the Shiyi's bloodied wings.

There was a sudden stillness between heaven and earth, and only a hoarse roar that seemed to come from the ancient void echoed non-stop, betraying a sense of furious madness.

"A Pure Yang True Immortal... has actually had his wings cut off?"