Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

The next day.

"Thirty-Eight, the master has to go out for a bit. Another senior brother will take care of you for a while. Please, don't cause any trouble," Zhang Jing's voice suddenly resounded in the spiritual beasts' room.

Lu Thirty-Eight, who was deep in sleep, was jolted awake.

Upon hearing the voice, it involuntarily retracted its neck and solemnly replied, "Understood, Master."

...

In the center of Longze Lake.

This place was enveloped in boundless, dense fog all year round. Light could not pass through it, and wind could not disperse it.

Extremely bizarre.

But today.

The surging fog gradually dissipated, revealing the scenery within.

It was a massive island with a diameter of nearly a hundred miles.

The island was lush, and thousands of ancient spiritual trees towered above everything else. Fragrant spiritual herbs were abundant, birds of all kinds fluttered and chirped, and various creatures roamed and pounced around, while schools of fish leaped along the shore.

Spiritual Energy condensed into mist and transformed into rain. The earth's meridians soared with spiritual radiance, looking like a fairyland.

A handful of disciples from the Dao Institute stared from afar.

However, because of the formidable pressure emanating from within, they dared not approach.

Occasionally, streams of light flew into the fog, causing gasps of surprise.

At the moment.

On a broad field paved with jade in the center of the island, many figures had already gathered.

The majority of them were internal disciples in purple robes, while there were only scarce less than twenty external disciples. All of these individuals had expressions of anticipation and excitement on their faces.

Spiritual Senses and Divine Senses were fluctuating.

Everyone seemed to be passionately discussing something.

In front of the crowd, dozens of exquisite cushions were laid out.

But no one was on them.

...

A rainbow light flashed by.

Zhang Jing's figure suddenly appeared.

After recognizing several faces, he went straight to where the group of external disciples were gathered.

With Zhang Jing's movement.

Countless gazes immediately fell on him.

Some were curious, others were confused, there was envy, and there was doubt. All kinds of emotions emerged, varying from person to person.

Apparently, those who arrived here all knew about Zhang Jing's existence.

With countless eyes focusing on him, Zhang Jing remained calm.

After the news of him being recognized as the next chief by the Thousand Law Pavilion was leaked, Zhang Jing would always be the center of such gazes every time he left his cave dwelling.

Over time.

He had already grown accustomed to it.

Among the crowd.

Liu Lizhi had the most complicated expression.

This junior brother was someone he had quite high hopes for.

Who would have thought, that in the time it took for him to close himself off for meditation, the latter would suddenly grow to such an incomprehensible extent.

Originally, he had plans of bringing Junior Brother Zhang Jing into the Legacy Pavilion in the future.

"Ah——"

All the complex thoughts ultimately turned into a sigh.

...

On the other hand.

At the gathering place of the external Cultivators.

As Zhang Jing approached, everyone respectfully exclaimed, "Senior Brother Zhang is here.", "Senior brother."

Zhang Jing continued to nod and respond with a calm smile, but inside, his scalp was tingling.

Anyone would feel the same if they were called senior brother by a bunch of people who were older than them by ten to twenty years.

He had tried to discourage these senior brothers and sisters.

But the answer he got was: take advantage of the chance to call him while they can, to familiarize themselves with his face, because in the future, there won't be such a good opportunity to call him 'Senior Brother Zhang'.

What could Zhang Jing do about it?

He was also quite despairing.

As he was deep in thought, "Senior Brother Zhang, long time no see." "Senior Brother Zhang Jing."

A voice that was cool and charming, and a voice that was rather rugged, rang out simultaneously.

Zhang Jing turned to look.

It turned out to be Shen Qingqing and Chen Xiandao walking side by side toward him.

"Alas, you two as well."

Zhang Jing shook his head helplessly.

...

In a short while.

A burst of intense spiritual energy fluctuation.

Suddenly, several figures appeared on the cushion at the front, some old, some young, their shapes constantly changing. Some of them even seemed to be made of mist, seeming to have no physical form at all.

Among them,

Two purple-robed figures are particularly eye-catching.

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

"These should be the Pavilion Masters of each Golden Pill Divine Skills realm, including the Academy Principal and the Vice Principal. As for those two in purple robes, they should be the rumored Senior Brother You and the Chief of the Spirit Tao Pavilion."

He speculated in his heart.

At this moment.

The sky darkened suddenly.

Zhang Jing instinctively looked up.

In his line of sight,

Two enormous treasure ships, one red and one black, appeared from opposite directions. Wherever they passed, the thick clouds were directly crushed, leaving only large, chaotic cloud trails that filled half of the sky.

They looked like two intersecting chains stretching towards the sky.

The sight was truly spectacular.

Just as the two treasure ships were about to approach the Dragon Lake Dao Institute,

Three dazzling lights rose swiftly from the ground, appearing above the treasure ships in an instant.

An ancient voice echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

"Friend Cang, Friend Lu, welcome to Dragon Lake Dao Institute!"

"Haha, Friend Qi is being polite."

A powerful voice immediately echoed from within the red treasure ship.

Just as the voice resounded,

The surroundings of the treasure ship suddenly shone with a strong red spiritual light, like a sun slowly rising, trying to surpass the figure above it.

However, it had barely begun to rise when it was pulled down by some terrifying force.

"Friend Lu, you're a guest from afar. Please rest for a while."

A voice sounding both amused and not amused rang out.

"Alas, you two have been arguing for so many years..."

The treasure ship, bathed in a dark color, ignored the dispute between the two and began to descend slowly. A voice, implying both laughter and tears, echoed from within.

Half an hour later.

At the front, on the cushions, sat more than a dozen figures with extremely terrifying auras. These beings seemed to be discussing the specifics of the opening of the Miniverse of Ten Thousand Gods.

Behind those figures,

Stood a large number of Dao Institute disciples, clearly divided into three factions.

The Shenxiao Daoist Temple faction,

Qin Nian, with her perfectly exquisite features and doll-like face, was ceaselessly searching among the many disciples of the Dragon Lake Dao Institute for something.

After not too long,

Her eyes lit up, and she immediately looked at Zhang Jing, who was standing at the center of a group of disciples in green robes, with a curious gaze.

Comparing with the information given by her senior brother,

Yes, it's him!

...

Nearing noon,

The many academy principals and pavilion masters sitting on the cushions seemed to have finished their discussions and all stood up.

"The Miniverse of Ten Thousand Gods is about to open. Prepare yourselves and enter in an orderly manner. Do you understand?" A flushed old man looked at the many Inner Academy disciples present and spoke harshly.

"Understood!"

The crowd responded in unison.

"Good!" The old man nodded.

A short while later.

The entire island slowly began to tremble.

All of a sudden,

A nine-zhang-tall and six-zhang-wide ancient gate appeared in mid-air, gradually solidifying. An oppressive aura poured out, covering the sky.

Boom, boom——

The gate opened, revealing glimpses of a chaotic void inside.

"All of you, go in quickly."

As the voice fell,

Many Inner Academy disciples didn't hesitate at all. They immediately transformed into streaks of light, passing through the gate and disappearing quickly.

"Is the world behind this door the Miniverse of Ten Thousand Gods?"

A hint of curiosity flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes.

Seeing fewer and fewer people remaining around him,

He no longer hesitated, and his whole person turned into a rainbow light.