Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Upon hearing the voice,

Hei Jiao's heart trembled, and the thought that had been haunting his own heart surfaced unconsciously in his mind—the nightmare of vengeance!

After entering the dojo, a series of observations, whether it was the mountain full of Immortal Roots and divine medicines or the extraordinary divine deer that caught the eye, all pointed to one thing: the extraordinary status of the person before him.

It wasn't merely as simple as the True Teaching of the immortal Taiyi Eternal Tao Sect, what was even more important was that there must be a Heavenly True Monarch standing behind him.

The reason was none other than the Heavenly Immortal Formation that enveloped this part of the dojo, which was enough to explain everything.

"That clan is certainly formidable, but before this great person, they are hardly worth mentioning. Why not seize this opportunity—"

Hei Jiao's eyes flickered uncertainly as he began to weigh his options over and over again in his mind.

The next moment,

As if suddenly realizing something, he saw his eyes shake and then he immediately knelt to the ground, responding with a calm tone,

"It is a great stroke of fortune for Hei Jiao to be able to cultivate in the great sir's dojo, I dare not ask for anything else."

Upon hearing this,

Zhang Jing, who was seated at the highest position, showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes, and then asked with a half-smile, "Really, nothing at all?"

He had seen all the changes in expression on the other's face.

Zhang Jing was well aware that this Feathering True Immortal, 'deceived' by his friend of fate to come back here, who would be the future Mountain Guardian Immortal of the dojo, certainly had some strong demand in his heart.

"Such a temperament, no wonder this fellow, with merely the status of a Loose Cultivator, has stepped into the realm of Feathering True Immortal. It is somewhat interesting indeed," Zhang Jing thought to himself.

To know, whether within the Human Race territory or the domains of the All Heavens Beasts, under the control of powerful Immortal Way forces, it was difficult for Loose Cultivators to distinguish themselves. To cultivate to the realm of Harmonized Dao True Immortal was already one in a million, whereas becoming a Feathering True Immortal was even harder than a mortal ascending to the heavens.

And on the other side,

"Reporting back to sir, indeed, I have none."

Hei Jiao did not dare to raise his head, but responded in a carefully muted voice.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but Hei Jiao had suddenly realized an important issue: the great man above him was not comparable to those Loose Cultivators he had dealt with before. After all, it was his first time coming to this majestic dojo, and he had yet to prove his worth. If he rashly asked for the sir's help now, even if the other party said nothing, he would surely be displeased in his heart.

Such folly of losing the watermelon while picking up sesame seeds was not something Hei Jiao would do.

"I have now joined the Lingshu Mountain Dojo, which in some way means I have joined the Eternal Tao Sect, and I can look forward to the future. If I were to cause distaste in the sir over this matter, the loss would outweigh the gain."

As he was pondering,

A gentle and melodious voice slowly entered his ears, "Since that is the case, you may withdraw for now. Han Sheng will make arrangements for you."

"Many thanks, sir."

"From now on, like the others, call me master."

"Many thanks, master."

Hei Jiao forced down the excitement surging in his heart and feigned calm as he bowed his thanks once more.

After a while,

Outside Qingjing Palace,

"Excuse me, Daoist Han Sheng."

Hei Jiao softly called out to Han Sheng, who was walking with his head down, and with a cupped fist salute, an expression of puzzlement involuntarily appeared on his face.

Although the other was just an ordinary being at Unity Realm Stage, he did not show the slightest hint of contempt in his words and actions.

"If there is anything, Daoist Brother, please feel free to speak," Han Sheng said, stopping in his tracks and turning around with a smile.

"Daoist friend, Master's dojo is clearly full of divine beauty between heaven and earth. Why is it so deserted? And, I have been here for quite a while and have yet to see any trace of other Daoist friends?"

"Haha!"

At these words, Han Sheng couldn't help but chuckle lightly before patiently explaining, "Master has only been cultivating in the Upper Realm for less than two hundred years, and he spends most of the time in seclusion, so naturally, there are very few people in the dojo."

"Less than two hundred years?"

Hei Jiao abruptly stood frozen in place, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Daoist friend, did you just say that master came to the Upper Realm... less than two hundred years ago? What do you mean by that?" he asked shakily.

"It means exactly what you're thinking," Han Sheng replied.

Han Sheng spread his hands and a slight, involuntary smile hooked the corners of his mouth.

Clearly, he was very satisfied with the reaction of this horned creature before him. Who knew what feelings lay in his heart, after personally witnessing his lord advance step by step to his current status over the years.

Now, finally, there were Dao friends to share the burden.

Wait a moment! Hei Jiao suddenly looked up at Han Sheng, took a deep breath, and slowly asked, "Dao friend, may I dare to ask what cultivation level our lord has reached now?"

"Dharma Phase Realm."

"Dharma Phase? How is this possible! The lord's Dao body could clearly reverse-slash the pure——"

Hei Jiao suddenly fell silent, the astonishment in his eyes almost condensing into substance.

...

...

At the same time.

Inside Qingjing Palace, with Hei Jiao's departure, the atmosphere turned serious.

Everyone turned their gaze toward the Dream Illusion Dao body seated to one side – specifically, toward the simultaneously real and illusory prototype of the Bliss Ghost Market cradled in one hand.

Though it was called a prototype, it was essentially a miniature and crude marketplace.

However, the terrifying auras intertwined within it vaguely indicated that this small object was not as simple as its appearance suggested.

Of course, including Zhang Jing, no one in the room underestimated the significance of this Ghost Market prototype.

In fact, in the eyes of Zhang Jing and the others, the importance of this Ghost Market prototype was even greater than that of the Opening God Seal.

"Heh, it's indeed like getting a pillow when one wants to sleep. Well, since it's an opportunity that has come our way, let's accept it, after all, it is the hard-earned result of several Dao friends' efforts."

Zhang Jing offered a light smile, musing deeply, before abruptly speaking out of the blue:

"The rest is up to you, Dao friends."

Before the others could react, the Dream Illusion Dao body stood up, nodded seriously, and assured, "Dao brother, rest assured, this matter concerns our Dao, and there will be no errors."

With that.

The Dream Illusion Dao body, holding the prototype of the Bliss Ghost Market, transformed into a hazy immortal light and swiftly burrowed into the thirty-six vast layers of the Essential Heavenly Realms appearing faintly behind Zhang Jing.

Time slowly passed.

The other Dao bodies departed one after another, and Qingjing Palace regained its tranquility.

At the spot.

Zhang Jing waved a hand, and hundreds of immortals lights instantly leapt from his sleeve, arraying neatly in mid-air, casting a variegated illumination over the entire palace.

He lifted his head, his eyes alarmingly bright.

"The Opening God Seal, the Three-Ears Bronze Immortal Furnace, Qingyun's Dao body and their River of Cosmos Secret Realm expedition really yielded a rich harvest. The key is that we've gathered all the high-grade innate divine materials necessary to cultivate and evolve other Original Realms."

"What's left, the only thing lacking, is a massive amount of luck movement."

Zhang Jing took a slow breath, feeling for a moment as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from his heart.

He was well aware that with this, the greatest obstacle to his stepping into the Unity Realm Stage was no longer present.

What remained was merely a matter of time.

For some reason, at this moment, Zhang Jing suddenly thought of Senior Brother Feng Wuyu.

The memories of Feng Wuyu guiding him into Qingxiao's profound heavens were still vivid, yet in the blink of an eye, his own cultivation was almost catching up to his senior brother's.

"Tsk tsk, I wonder what expression senior brother will have on his face when he sees me."

The next instant.

With a thought from Zhang Jing, a terrifying panorama of thirty-six stacked Essential Heavenly Realms suddenly revealed itself behind him. Inside, immeasurable immortal lights circulated, and vague Daoist immortal music sung, with conch shells and drums echoing each other, as if praising the emergence of a certain being.

But he was already accustomed to it, hence ignoring these phenomena and casting his gaze on a certain layer.

There, a towering figure supporting a phantom marketplace was taking steps toward the center of the world.

All at once.

A grand voice echoed throughout heaven and earth, lingering on:

"This realm, henceforth named Huang Liang (Yellow Millet)!"