Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Next to the Nightmare Corpse, four figures appeared seemingly out of nowhere, faces as startled as his, clearly showing horror.

"How is this possible? Although Lord Shiyi of your San Wangwen has just completed the second molt of the Combining Dao, that is still a genuine Pure Yang being. How could he be maimed by a being at the Feathering State?"

Yingquan King couldn't believe his eyes and exclaimed in shock, "It can't possibly be that his cultivation level is faked."

He felt as if he was in a dream.

Mysterious Pavilion houses three Pure Yang beings, and Yingquan King had even received their guidance.

That was exactly why he knew all too well the terrifying aspects of a Pure Yang being.

They are beings with pure divine souls, recognized by the Laws of Dao as formidable existences, to whom the mysterious and elusive laws of the world are within easy reach.

To bring forth myriad laws with a single thought, to grasp the laws in one's hand, that is the Pure Yang being.

At their stage, their sole pursuit is to use the vast Dao to comprehend their own path, to go through various trials of Combining Dao, and to solidify the Dao fruit of immortality, achieving the grand level of Heavenly Immortal.

And yet such beings could be wounded by a mere Feathering being?

Not far away.

The Four-armed Rakshasa stared blankly at the scene unfolding above the Tianqiong.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he murmured to himself with difficulty, "Is this... the technique of Bai Yuzi?"

No wonder Four-armed Rakshasa reacted this way.

After all, this was the first time he was truly seeing Bai Yuzi take action.

Although Four-armed Rakshasa was aware that the other was strong, far beyond his own ability—as he had not yet been able to breach the seventh floor of the God-Demon Tower, while Bai Yuzi had effortlessly entered the ninth floor decades ago.

The gap between them was immeasurable.

Even so, he couldn't have imagined that the other could actually harm a Pure Yang being.

What an inconceivable thought!

Did you not see the miserableness of Zuo Qingtian just now? That was only from coming into slight contact with an insignificant amount of a Pure Yang being's power, let alone confronting one head-on.

Speaking of Zuo Qingtian.

In the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by stars like a moon in their midst.

Perhaps because of that slash just now, the weird, gloomy, and decaying Dao that was afflicting him began to dissipate slowly, allowing him a precious moment to catch his breath.

Zuo Qingtian shakily stood up with his body rapidly regenerating, his face revealing an unmistakable expression of shock.

So strong!

He couldn't even withstand a fraction of that Pure Yang being's strength, yet Bai Yuzi could sever half of his wings with a single sword... The chasm between them was nothing short of heaven and earth.

"Just who is this Bai Yuzi?"

A hint of curiosity flashed through his mind.

Such formidable strength must be reinforced by not just one Great Divine Power legacy. From this, it can be inferred that this individual must have come from some major power.

Yet despite so many Feathering beings coming to Bliss Fairy Island over the past century, not one has been able to trace his origins!

Zuo Qingtian's mind unconsciously drifted to Zhang Jing, and the trio known as the Purple Gold Demons.

The origins of these four were also incredibly mysterious.

Among the well-known Combining Dao beings in the major Heavenly Realms, not one could be matched with these four.

Of course, their strength was far inferior to Bai Yuzi's, which is why Zuo Qingtian, though curious, did not take them too seriously.

Around him, including Tragic Abyss Alliance Hierarch, Gong Yu, Wu Yusheng, and the Four-winged Dragon, many other Feathering beings looked even more distressed, with fear almost blatantly written on their faces.

But the next moment.

As if realizing something, their eyes lit up one after another, with fear being overtaken by barely concealed joy.

They... seemed to have hope.

...

...

Above the Tianqiong, wild forces collided and twisted rampantly, tearing at the air constantly and raising ink-black storms shaped like dragons, piercing like knives.

Bai Yuzi moved unhurriedly through the storm, and bizarrely, he was leading a teenage girl by the hand in his left, both appearing quite at ease and utterly indifferent to the roaring tempest around them.

The pure white Immortal Sword, which had struck just moments ago, now quietly returned to his side, aimlessly wandering and emitting pleased vibrations from time to time.

"Bai Yuzi, what are your origins!"

Below, Qingyun's figure whispered this name, a glint of suspicion shining in his eyes.

His Three-Eared Bronze Immortal Furnace had been purchased from him.

He was no fool; he was well aware that no amount of River of Time Gold Crystal could buy an Immortal Furnace capable of refining postnatal Spiritual Treasures.

Although the one he had dealt with wasn't Bai Yuzi but rather that teenage girl, he wouldn't believe Bai Yuzi had been unaware at the time.

In other words, it was more like the Immortal Furnace was half-sold, half-gifted to him.

His thoughts returning to the present, Qingyun couldn't help but shake his head.

If he couldn't figure it out, then better not to think about it at all. If it came to it, he could just repay the debt in the future; it's not like he couldn't afford it.

Even if Bai Yuzi had some scheme... he'd have to accept it, since the Bronze Immortal Furnace had greatly helped him, and that was an undeniable fact.

"With him here, maybe those backups won't be needed."

Thinking of something, a faint smile appeared on Qingyun's face as the Purple Star banners atop his head rapidly darkened.

In another corner, the figures of the Dao of Causality and the Dao of Water also removed their Purple Star banners, their stern expressions gradually relaxing.

They were clearly on the same page.

With Bai Yuzi's intervention, it seemed unlikely there would be a problem for their friend from the Dream Illusion to leave the Bliss Immortal City. Given this, there was no need for them to reveal too much, with the rest being just a matter of drawing the attention of the few Pure Yang beings who had entered the Immortal City.

Meanwhile.

As Bai Yuzi approached, the vast black wind rapidly contracted, ultimately transforming into a gaunt middle-aged man.

This person was the Pure Yang creature of San Wangwen, Shiyi.

Behind him, one blood-stained wing faintly extended to an infinite distance, while the other was simply left with half, but the severed half was growing back wildly.

Shiyi gazed at the siblings Bai Yuzi before him with a cold and silent look, he laughed without anger, "Well, it turns out that in this Immortal City, there is actually a little fellow like you, truly a big surprise to this being."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yuzi didn't even deign to look at his opponent.

"Step aside," he said, his voice calm in a way that was indescribable with words.

"Tsk, look at you. You just took advantage of my unpreparedness just now. A mere Feathering State cultivation level, do you really think you can kill Pure Yang in reverse?" Shiyi sneered.

"Wind!"

Boom—

Centered on Shiyi, the luminance within a million-mile radius was swiftly devoured, and an endless barrage of pitch-black nether winds abruptly surged, connecting heaven and earth.

These winds, like razor-sharp bone-scraping knives, needed just a light brush to strip away flesh and life, truly venomous and ruthless.

Suddenly.

A grim sword cry resonated between heaven and earth.

The moment they heard the sound, all the creatures on the battlefield, whether ordinary beings at the Unity Realm Stage or Feathering powerhouses, all instinctively felt a strong chill at their brows.

Their divine souls began frantically sending warnings.

That was—

Thousands of gazes turned as one, only to see Bai Yuzi's face revealing a trace of seriousness. He was leading a teenage girl by the hand on his left, but his right hand had unknowingly reached out, gently holding onto the pure white Immortal Sword before him.

Threads and strands of Sword Intent, capable of annihilating the universe, twined around the sword's body, unceasingly drawing upon a law brimming with the essence of destruction.

At this moment, even Shiyi, a Pure Yang creature, couldn't help but twitch.

He was no longer as indifferent as before.

He had been careless! This little fellow actually has means to threaten him, a monster from who knows where.

But it was too late to say anything now.

The only course of action was to try to cope.

Amidst his thoughts, Shiyi was seen pressing his brows thrice, and deep within his eyes, a rich golden hue flashed, exuding a faint immortal atmosphere.

...

...

In just a few moments.

"Such a terrifying Sword Intent, I wonder if my Qingyun Dao Sword can compete with it once I truly step into the Unity Realm Stage," Qingyun said from below, his gaze locked onto the intense battle in the Tianqiong skies above, as a sense of longing arose within him.

In his view.

Bai Yuzi was leading the teen girl with his left hand and wielding a pure white Immortal sword stained with immortal blood in his right, casting out vast waves of sword light. The sword light was exceptionally sharp, cutting through everything, nearly cleaving the universe asunder, appearing extremely terrifying.

And before him.

The duel-winged Pure Yang creature Shiyi emitted roars of rage from time to time, fighting to the point of madness. But no matter how loud his cries were, it couldn't change the fact that he was already in a losing position.

It wasn't long before.

"Please make way, friend. If you hinder us again, I shall have no choice but to slay you!" Bai Yuzi said, his voice resonating, as he slashed his sword horizontally, almost slicing the Pure Yang creature Shiyi in two.

"It pains me so!" Shiyi couldn't help but let out a piercing roar, his figure staggering a thousand zhang back.

Seeing this, Bai Yuzi released the pure white Immortal Sword right from his hand, showing no intention of pursuing the kill.

He stood quietly in the void, exuding a boundless aura that pressed down on the many Unity Realm creatures below, leaving them breathless.

And on the other side, within just a few short moments, Shiyi's almost bisected body, barely held together by a bit of flesh, had recovered to its original form.

"To be able to fight against Unity Realm with a Feathering body, you cannot be an unknown individual in the Mysterious Yellow World. Who exactly are you?" he asked warily, evidently not planning to advance a single step.

Clearly, facing such a young one at the Feathering State, he was afraid. He had a strong premonition that if the fight continued, he might truly die.

"You need not know who I am, just step aside," Bai Yuzi replied.

"I will step aside, but only the two of you may leave. As for the little ones down there…" Shiyi didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was quite clear.

Upon hearing this.

Bai Yuzi unconsciously swept his gaze downward, but unexpectedly met with one hopeful gaze after another.

However, none of these gazes managed to stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.

After a moment of thought, he glanced briefly at four terrifying figures approaching from the distance and said, "Since that's the case, then we shall do as you—"

Before he could finish, he suddenly felt someone tug at his sleeve.

Bai Yuzi looked down to find his little sister extending her chubby finger, pointing insistently downward.

His gaze sharpened, and following the direction of his sister's finger, a familiar figure in green robes slowly caught his eye.

Bai Yuzi immediately understood his sister's intention.

"To take him away under the eyes of five Pure Yang creatures? A bit troublesome indeed," he murmured, frowning slightly.