Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

A terrible sense of crisis, indescribable in words, poured down from Tianqiong like drizzle, enveloping all the Combining Dao beings within the Bliss Fairy Island.

Under the frenzy of pounding hearts, they couldn't help but look up in unison.

In their sight, a majestic Divine Mountain stretching thousands of miles appeared intermittently. This Divine Mountain, carrying a weight of billions, was falling. Wherever it passed, even the void couldn't bear such a terrifying weight and began to collapse inch by inch.

An emotion known as fear started to spread rapidly.

"What on earth does that person want to do? Hasn't the Bliss Calamity already passed?"

In a corner, a Three-Eyed Creature shrieked in horror, his eyes filled with fear.

Despite racking his brains, he couldn't understand why the Pure Yang entity, covered in golden armor and ignoring the presence of Zhang Jing who had the Opening God Seal, was attacking them as if he saw nothing else.

What was the rationale behind this?

Amidst this contemplation.

"Run for it!"

"You bunch of filthy trash, stop following me! Can't you take any other gate of the Bliss Fairy Island?"

"..."

Piercing screams intertwined, forming a wave of chaos.

Many Combining Dao beings who had freed themselves from fear began to rush frantically to the gates of Bliss Fairy Island nearby.

That was the only path of survival in everyone's eyes.

In just a fraction of a moment, countless Escape Lights formed a vast torrent surging towards the gates.

Chasing one another, their speed increased more and more.

Everyone was desperately squeezing out the last potential in their bodies, hoping to be a bit faster, just a bit faster. After all, each bit of increased speed in fleeing allowed one to shake off countless peers, thereby increasing the chance of escaping Bliss Fairy Island.

At the original spot.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Three-Eyed Creature took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. His gaze flashed directly towards the nearest gate of Bliss Fairy Island.

"Run, yes, quickly run!"

He muttered to himself tremblingly.

Although it was already blocked into a mess, the Three-Eyed Creature clearly understood he had no other choice but to take a gamble.

As for leaving from other gates—

The Three-Eyed Creature unthinkingly looked up again.

The wondrous Divine Mountain had already completely solidified, a mere thousand yards from Bliss Fairy Island, and it was already too late.

However, just as he took his first step, he seemed to have seen a ghost; he instantly froze in place, motionless.

The three eyes that kept spinning crazily contracted, the hopeful light within them dissipating at a visible rate, replaced by a wisp of despair that weighed heavy down to the soul.

The Three-Eyed Creature collapsed on the ground, his complexion ashen.

Directly in front of him.

"No!"

With a piercing wail, the formerly opened gate of Bliss Fairy Island had unexpectedly closed silently at some unknown time. A cyan bronze divine light rapidly spread along the tightly closed crevice to both sides, exuding an unbreakable divine aura.

Just half a step more, and the foremost people would have left Bliss Fairy Island.

Yet, this insignificant half step had turned into a chasm that separated life from death.

At this moment, the Bliss Fairy Island, which had brought endless opportunities to many beings, transformed into a coffin that buried immortals.

And just as despair spread unchecked.

Wuu wuu! A mournful tearing sound suddenly blasted through the entire Immortal City, turning those nearby directly into a skyful of blood mist.

However, at this point, many beings couldn't care less about those unlucky ones, only gazing expectantly towards the direction the sound came from.

It was a golden rope!

One end of the golden rope was tightly held by Zuo Qingtian, while the other end grew rapidly, emitting strands of an aura that could shatter anything, striking directly towards the closed gate.

"Is it possible?"

Gong Yu stared tightly at the golden rope, her heart gradually lifting.

She didn't dare to breathe heavily.

After all, life and death were at stake; she couldn't help but be nervous.

And it wasn't just her, even the surrounding beings including the Tragic Abyss Alliance Hierarch, Wu Yusheng, and other Feathering beings had all forsaken their strong demeanor and were now looking at the golden rope with burning eyes.

Some had even closed their eyes, not daring to watch anymore.

However, to everyone's surprise, this strike, filled with the hopes of many beings, only made a faint chiming upon hitting the gate of Immortal City, as if it had struck an impregnable wall of copper and iron.

No, this was the Afterlife Relic golden rope. To say nothing of Copper Coin iron walls, even gates forged from Immortal treasures and divine metals couldn't withstand the prowess of the golden rope.

Clearly, there was some relation to the cyan bronze divine light from before.

The next moment.

The golden rope flew back out at an even faster speed than before, leaving not even a trace behind.

At the same time.

A subtle force pulsed along the golden rope at lightning speed.

Zuo Qingtian's hands instantaneously turned into a mist of blood, revealing white, jagged bones and the flayed, peeling flesh.

He couldn't help but let out a scream, his complexion visibly paling.

It's over! This time it's really over!

Witnessing this scene, all creatures involuntarily stopped in their tracks and stood rooted to the spot. They alternately looked up at the swiftly falling Divine Mountain and then at the tightly sealed gates, their hearts trembling fiercely.

Divine Sense erupted from between the eyebrows, frantically sounding the alarm.

Someone, unwilling to yield, tried to use Escape Light to flee directly from mid-air, but before they could get over the city wall, they inexplicably plummeted down, devoid of life.

Thud!

The body landed on the ground, like a heavy hammer smashing hard on the hearts of many creatures. Because this meant that their last sliver of hope was also declared shattered.

At this moment, aside from waiting for death, there seemed to be no other choice.

The fates of tens of thousands converged at this moment, slowly marching towards their end.

And just as the final moment was about to strike, the once noisy Bliss Fairy Island fell suddenly into a silence as still as death.

Not far away.

Sensing the intense murderous intent emanating from the Divine Mountain above, the Four-armed Rakshasa and Yingquan King tensely fixed their gaze once more on the Feathering man from the Martial Hunting Team.

"Fellow Daoist," the Yingquan King said, "what does Shan Jinzun mean by this?"

A hint of fear was faintly discernible in his voice.

Beside him, the Four-armed Rakshasa forcefully suppressed his fear, his voice hoarse as he said, "Fellow Daoist, didn't you make a vow on the Dao, promising to let me leave Bliss Fairy Island safely?"

As the words echoed, the Feathering man from the Martial Hunting Team did not show any reaction.

For he could clearly feel a murderous intent brewing right above him. Evidently, this time Shan Jinzun intended to erase even him, 'one of their own.'

Thinking of this.

The man felt a terrifying chill to the bone surge from the depths of his heart.

Then, as if he had come to a realization, he replied with difficulty, "I truly don't know, everything is not in line with the Lord's previous commands. As for you, Four-armed Rakshasa—"

The man slowly turned his head, struggling to squeeze out a trace of a smile on his face: "It was us who made the vow on the Dao, what does it have to do with Shan Jinzun?"

"You!"

Upon hearing this, the Four-armed Rakshasa trembled with rage.

He now fully understood that he had been played by these people all along. The oaths they had made on the Dao were simply not binding for those Pure Yang beings. In other words, Mysterious Pavilion and these powers had been using him from the start, rather than truly making a trade.

"So I have been pushing myself into a dead end from the beginning?"

The Four-armed Rakshasa let out a sorrowful laugh.

"Tsk, tsk, only now you realize it? No wonder they say that the Rakshasa are famously brainless." The Nightmare Corpse stepped forward, unable to resist taunting: "But when you think about it now, no matter how you would have chosen at the start, it seems the outcome would have been the same."

The Nightmare Corpse was well aware that he couldn't escape death, so he spoke without any reservation.

...

...

"Am I going to die?"

Hei Jiao tilted his head back, his eyes reflecting the image of a rapidly expanding Divine Mountain.

The buildings of Immortal City were beginning to teeter under the pressure of the Divine Mountain, with cracks spreading wildly.

But at that moment.

"It's over, but you are not going to die yet."

A tall figure quietly emerged from the chaos of the void, and with a faint smile on his face, slowly walked up beside Hei Jiao.

As soon as this figure appeared.

Surprise flashed across Hei Jiao's rugged face.

He could distinctly feel his body relax suddenly, all pressure vanishing in an instant.

It was as if everything had been a dream.

However, the constant sounds of the earth and buildings fracturing reminded Hei Jiao that it was not some illusory dream, but reality unfolding.

So—

He slowly turned his head, following the voice, and a familiar face immediately caught his eye.

"Huan Meng?" Hei Jiao's eyes bulged.