Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"That old swindler, wait, what do you mean?"

The man was suddenly stunned, and then a roaring sound erupted next to his ear, fury, unwillingness, self-reproach... A flood of thoughts uncontrollably rushed to his mind, and his vision started spinning wildly.

Without needing Yan Caizhi to say much more, he instantly understood everything.

"Brother, Brother..."

Across from him, Yan Caizhi was still calling out something, but the man at this moment couldn't hear a thing.

He let out a wry smile, thinking mockingly to himself, "Just ten thousand luck movement, just ten thousand luck movement! What have I... really done?"

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A hundred miles away.

Within the layered void, two figures stood side by side.

All of a sudden, one of them seemed to sense something, and stared straight in the direction of Jun's familial lands, his eyes wide, and stuttered, "In just a short day's time, he was capable of directly breaking through to the Unity Realm Stage? Dao friend, how much innate purple energy did you actually give him?"

The one who spoke was none other than Zhang Jing's karmic Dao body.

Upon hearing this.

Huang Liang next to him couldn't help but chuckle:

"Haha."

"It wasn't much. I just gave him another nine strands of innate purple energy afterwards. Fishing, after all, who doesn't want to bait the hook?"

"This fish isn't small. If I don't raise this fellow's cultivation a bit, I'm afraid I might not be able to lure out that person behind the scenes. Moreover, the true body on that side wants to speed up the process; the Immortal City Ling Shu cannot be in disarray for too long, otherwise, if it impacts the harvest of innate purple energy, the loss would not be worth the gain."

"I see," the karmic Dao body nodded with understanding, and then, as if in thought, said, "Since that's the case, why not add a little more seasoning? With this big fish, we might just save ourselves the efforts of hundreds of years."

No sooner had his voice fallen.

Before Huang Liang could react, he saw his single hand flick lightly, and a stream of light flashed from his fingertips, instantly piercing through the vast void, disappearing without a trace.

After having done all this, a faint, barely perceptible smirk crossed the karmic Dao body's face as he gracefully placed his hands behind his back and said, "Judging by the time, the other Dao friends should have arrived by now."

No sooner had his words ended.

A ripple swept through the void, and immediately afterward, a man clad in a gold robe with an haughty face materialized beside the two, sneered and said, "Of course they've arrived. This time it's perfect for killing the chicken to warn the monkeys. Do they really think the Immortal City Ling Shu is a place they can come and go as they please?"

As he spoke to the end.

A boundless intent to kill emanated from the voice of the Dao body of the great sun.

It was evident that this time, messing with Immortal City Ling Shu was undoubtedly touching on the inverse scale of Zhang Jing and all the Dao bodies.

After all, at this moment, Immortal City Ling Shu is the primary source of innate purple energy, second to none, a matter crucial to the Dao of immortality, and they couldn't afford not to attach great importance to it.

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Immortal City Ling Shu, west city, Yinlong Pavilion.

Within an ordinary residence.

"Burp~ Top-notch food, still, the flavor of these great world beings is the best. If only I eat up the entire city's hundred billion Human Race —"

A bloodthirsty voice mixed with excitement abruptly rose up.

And what was particularly strange was that no matter how loud the voice was, it was always confined within the room, not leaking the slightest bit outside.

Looking to the source of the voice.

The speaker was a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, appearing to be only around seventeen or eighteen years old.

The other party licked his crimson tongue, seemingly thinking of his true objective for this trip, his tone suddenly changed, and a hint of disappointment subtly crept in, "I have been so obvious in my actions, and yet Zhang Jing hasn't made a move? How could such a person ever gain the attention of the esteemed Jiao Kui?"

The young man was baffled, and in his heart, he couldn't help but view the still unseen Zhang Jing with disdain and contempt.

Whether the other party had failed to notice the anomalies of Immortal City Ling Shu or had noticed but didn't dare to intervene, both scenarios indicated one thing—to him, the target was not as difficult as he had previously estimated.

In other words, the ability for this person to enter Jiao Kui's sight was likely due to the other party's identity or some particular trait rather than strength and means.

"The True Teaching of the Taiyi Infinite Tao Sect seems to be the machinations among those Sovereign Demon Gods. But, it's still quite troublesome; this fellow has always been holed up in that Dao field covered by the Demon God array and hasn't come out, how exactly should I present him to the esteemed Jiao Kui?"

"It seems that the commotion still needs to be bigger. Additionally, it is time for those from the Jun family to stir into action."

The youth's cold gaze flickered uncertainly, and in an instant, his jet-black hair seemed to come to life, twisting and writhing wildly while emitting sharp, piercing screeches.

The next moment.

With a snap.

The jade crown atop his head shattered thunderously.

Strands of hair, breaking free from their confines, transformed into tens of thousands of fierce magical insects, spreading unchecked around the room, until the entire space was filled to the brim.

"Master is mighty, Master for ten thousand years!"

"Our lord is immortal through the Dao!"

"..."

No sooner had these demonic insects appeared than they began to open their mouths wide, outdoing each other in flattery, shouting extravagant praises as though they cost nothing.

An expression of pleasure first appeared on the young man's face, but then his gaze turned cold as he commanded, "Enough, I didn't summon you all to hear these stale truths."

At his words, all the demonic insects fell silent.

"Please issue your command, Master."

An especially obese insect squeezed through its densely packed companions, laboriously burrowed out from the mountain of flesh, and approached the youth, speaking in an extremely sycophantic tone.

"You all—"

The youth was just about to issue an order when the room's door was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

Outside stood a middle-aged woman. At that moment, she was staring dumbfounded at the sea of bugs and flesh on the other side, her expression frozen.

The air fell eerily silent.

The next moment.

"My son!"

After coming to her senses, the woman let out an incredulous scream and without a moment's hesitation, she charged into the room as if mad, totally disregarding the sinister insects with gaping mouths that seemed eager to devour her whole.

Rustle, rustle!

The room suddenly filled with the continuous sound of gnawing, sending shivers down one's spine.

An agonizing pain spread from every corner of her body to her heart non-stop, and with every breath, she could clearly feel her skin and flesh being torn apart—a feeling far worse than being sliced to pieces.

Yet at this moment, the woman seemed oblivious to the pain, ceaselessly clawing through the writhing insects in front of her, desperately squeezing in deeper.

The reason was simple: inside was her one and only pride in life.

She had to save him!

However, the woman seemed to have forgotten that she was merely mortal, while the 'son' inside was a cultivator possessed of mana.

Time passed, unknowable how long.

"Feng'er, are you alright? Mother is here to save you."

A feeble voice rose beside the youth's ear.

Although soft, the voice seemed to carry a mysterious power, drowning out the cacophony of the insects.

Upon hearing it.

The youth suddenly opened his eyes, his pitch-black pupils reflecting a half-bloodied skeleton.

His icy voice showed a rare hint of confusion.

"You... aren't afraid of dying?"

Realizing something, the woman instantly stretched out her hands, now reduced to bones, and grabbed hold of the youth's shoulders, shouting with a fierce tone:

"No matter who you are, get away from Feng'er, or even if I become a ghost I will—"

Before she could finish her sentence, the woman crumbled, her body turning to a pile of bones on the floor.

Three breaths later.

"I beg... you."

A thread of consciousness heavy with worry barely spread from the bones on the ground when it was devoured clean by the swarming insects.

"Hmph, ignorant, sentimental fool. Is this what the Human Race calls 'emotion'? Truly a burden."

The youth sneered, a trace of annoyance showing on his face.