Born with immortal seed

Chapter 935 The Great Way of the Void
With the unexpected incident involving the Buddha, the original plan was thwarted, and the aid provider withdrew, leaving Bai Zichen with rather complicated feelings.

All the scheming and painstaking efforts are no match for a single act of great power.

Is his attempt to resist the Heavenly Emperor merely wishful thinking, a futile and laughable act in the eyes of others?

In the past, apart from Wuxin who refused to bow his head and was unyielding, I have never heard of any of them perishing or suffering misfortune midway through their trials.

They all practiced their spiritual cultivation peacefully, achieved remarkable accomplishments, and died at the end of their lifespan.

Ignoring the impact of the Mahayana path and focusing solely on one's own cultivation, the Heavenly Emperor might not awaken properly even as one grows old and nears death.

All this worrying is just needless anxiety.

“Anyone can be weak and appeased, but not me… The Great Dao of Time continues to grow and will sooner or later encroach on the Heavenly Emperor’s domain. I am much faster than others in the realm of the Great Dao.”

Having walked in a daze, Bai Zichen was immediately swept away by the surrounding shouts of killing and the stench of blood as he stepped out of the Six Blessings Immortal Realm's super teleportation array.

"What does it matter if there are no helpers? I never expected anyone to share the Heavenly Emperor's burden anyway. I'll just take it with one sword!"

Regardless of whether they were compared to the previous Eternal Celestial Venerables or even earlier beings who had undergone tribulations, these individuals demonstrated far less proficiency in utilizing the Great Dao of Time than he had imagined.

Others may be able to enjoy the benefits of undergoing tribulation, but he must face the Heavenly Emperor directly.

Only by overthrowing the previous possessor of the fruit of enlightenment can one forge one's own path and attain true immortality.

"The Heavenly Emperor is getting closer and closer to the real world, which is making me lose my fighting spirit... If my will is even slightly weak, I will unconsciously agree with this view and give up resisting."

The seawater beneath Bai Zichen's feet was stained red, with broken warships and palace ruins floating on the surface, and even more so, the gruesome bodies of dragons.

It was stabbed and slashed by swords and knives, broken into several pieces.

Struck by lightning and fire, his body was charred black.

Crushed and torn apart by the formation; their flesh and bones were mangled.
His soul was taken away, and he slept peacefully forever.

Around this small island alone, hundreds of dragon-type demons have perished, and the sounds of fighting and killing can be heard everywhere on the island.

"The outer formation has been broken? The True Dragon Island is much stronger than I imagined. This old dragon has secretly amassed quite a fortune, and now he's using it all."

Sanxian Island is not just one island; there are more than ten adjacent affiliated islands besides the main island, forming several lines of defense.

The three have been working together for many years and are proficient in combined attacks, making them the most formidable force in the Six Blessings Immortal Realm, which lacks a powerful sect.

Even though he didn't like recruiting many disciples, he still had tens of thousands of followers who formed a series of interconnected formations around the Three Immortal Islands, each with a different purpose.

Ananda knew the strength of the Dragon King. He had never heard of any outstanding talents among his dragon sons and grandsons. It would be difficult for a single demon to defeat the three elders, let alone break the formation.

Judging from the current situation, Zhenchi Island undoubtedly has the upper hand.

This island has a super teleportation array set up, which is the most important one among the affiliated islands. The fact that it was still attacked by the demon race shows that the situation is critical from all sides.

"Another fair-skinned Taoist has arrived. We're going to eat our fill today!"

A burly man with a wide mouth and a long beard carried two blood-stained golden hammers. Whenever he saw a cultivator on the road, he would smash them into a cloud of blood mist with one blow.

Few could withstand one blow, only to be followed by an even heavier one, which shattered the magical artifact into pieces.

Its cultivation level is only at the mid-stage of Demon Saint, but its divine power is extremely terrifying. In terms of pure strength, it is difficult to find an opponent below the seventh rank.

In addition, these golden hammers are rare treasures bestowed by the Dragon King, forged from two decaying stars. They possess no other supernatural properties, but can mobilize the earth's power to lock the target in place.

That's why those cultivators were stunned and insisted on fighting head-on with their limited strengths, without knowing how to maneuver and utilize their advantages as immortals.

Just as they were having a great time smashing things, a young Taoist priest with an elegant and outstanding demeanor suddenly appeared not far away, forming a stark contrast with the cultivators who were fleeing for their lives in panic.

Without thinking, he instinctively smashed it, thinking that he would later calculate the merit and get the Dragon King to bestow a few more drops of true blood.

This time, however, the golden hammer did not fall with the expected crispness; it slid away without any force.

Before he could react, a golden-white sword light slammed into him, causing a sharp pain between his brows.

A golden thread ran from head to toe, without a trace of blood, but the body and mind were ice-cold.

There was only one thought left: I've kicked a hornet's nest; my death is imminent.

Before he could even utter a word of pleading, his soul was shattered into tiny pieces by the golden-white sword light.

Revealing its true form as a giant catfish with dragon whiskers, it split into two pieces and crashed down, creating two craters.

"Dragons are lewd, but they don't even spare catfish... I wonder how many such demon saints True Dragon Island can send out. There are really few below the Integration stage who can easily deal with them."

It's normal that it couldn't withstand Bai Zichen's sword for even a moment; it doesn't mean that this catfish demon was weak.

In fact, unless one is a top-tier sect's Daoist disciple at the Refinement stage, the difference between them and the Catfish Demon is only a few blows.

Bloodline supernatural powers, cultivation techniques, and divine weapons are all perfectly matched. Unless there is overwhelming power, it is truly impossible to defeat it.

"Senior, are you from the Central Immortal Realm? Please lend a hand. My ancestor trapped the demon dragon with the Three Talents Immortal Slaying Formation, but its demon generals are too numerous for us to resist."

The commotion caused by the catfish spirit's death was quite significant, attracting several disciples from the Three Immortal Islands. A bright young woman with an oval face boldly stepped forward, bowed, and greeted them.

"If those demon generals destroy the foundation of the formation, it may affect our ancestor. We beg you, senior, to slay the demons. The entire Three Immortal Islands will remember your kindness."

"It seems the Daoist reinforcements haven't arrived yet. Wasn't it said that the Three Immortals had close ties with the Daoist Court?"

The other demon gods wreaked havoc in the areas, and the Daoist court mobilized troops to deal with them, but they overlooked the Three Immortal Islands, which were the least deserving of their attention.

After thinking about it for a moment, Bai Zichen immediately realized.

The Great Dao Divine Powers of the Three Elders of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity are clearly a branch derived from time itself; it would be unbelievable to say they are unrelated to the Hall of Longevity.

The attitude of the Daoist court's top brass reveals a bias that can no longer be concealed.

"It's rare to find someone so devoted to the sect, and whose courage surpasses that of others."

Bai Zichen praised, not every Void Refinement cultivator has the courage to take the initiative to speak to a stranger in the Fusion Realm.

"However, the outcome is already decided, so it seems there's no need for me to take action."

Blood rained down from above, and a dragon's body, thousands of feet long, spiraled down, creating a terrifying tsunami.

The remaining array flickered with spiritual light, struggling to suppress the water dragons, but several islands were still completely submerged, countless buildings were washed away, and many disciples were killed.

A complex look appeared in Bai Zichen's eyes. He blew a light breath, and the tide split open to both sides.

The three elders, Fu, Lu, and Shou, truly lived up to their reputation for joining forces to stop the five sons of the human race. Even though Ananda, the Dragon King, concealed his strength, they were still defeated.

He had hundreds of wounds on his body, some of which were newly inflicted, while others had already healed from old wounds.

The ferocious multi-headed dragon's head drooped, and each breath it exhaled caused the island's protective array to tremble violently. Its golden dragon eyes turned grayish-white, adding to its ferocity.

It managed to stand up, then collapsed again, turning half the sea a golden-red color.

The most serious injury was the long crutch inserted into his abdomen, which seemed to have come to life and sprouted roots, drilling deeper and deeper into the wound.

The seemingly severe wounds on the rest of the dragon's body were rapidly healing and then bursting open again, eroding its vital energy and demonic power.

However, compared to the unfathomable demonic power of the Dragon King Ananda, it was only a minor injury.

Only this long crutch can extract life force on one side and convert it into growth nutrients on the other, increasing efficiency tenfold.

This process was repeated, and at least tens of thousands of roots extended from the tip of the cane, penetrating into every part of the enormous dragon's body.

Given this situation, the three immortals did not press their advantage, as their own condition was not much better.

The old man's red robe had a large hole in it, revealing his translucent skin, so thin that you could see his internal organs.

The short sword he always carried at his waist was broken in two.

Her once rosy face turned ashen and lifeless, and she looked like an empty shell, as if she would fall apart with a gust of wind.

Old Man Lu was left with only his primordial spirit; his physical body was struck by a powerful bloodline technique and instantly dissolved into a pool of blood.

He summoned a shrine, hid inside, and kept a safe distance, fearing that he might be taken away by Ananda the Dragon King in his dying counterattack.

Without a physical body, defensive capabilities are reduced in all aspects, and once attacked, there is a risk of being corrupted from the source.

The elderly man appeared to be the only one unharmed, but in reality, he was the most seriously injured.

He sacrificed his natal magic weapon, which he had refined for tens of thousands of years, in the battle to gain a decisive advantage.

In the clash with the Great Dao of Ananda Dragon King, his immortal foundation was shattered, affecting the origin of the Great Dao.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that a few black hairs have grown on the elderly man's large, peach-shaped head.

It stood out prominently against a head full of silver hair.

He pulled out two longevity peaches from somewhere, swallowed them in two bites, and quickly refined their essence to stabilize his foundation.

Ultimately, they underestimated Ananda the Dragon King, believing that the three of them together were invincible among the five sons of the human race.

Unexpectedly, a demon god from the Six Blessings Immortal Realm, who was usually low-key, arrived with terrifying supernatural powers.

"The Three Immortals of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity are nothing special... I'll take you old folks to the Yellow Springs with me, to contribute to the return of the Holy Ancestor!"

Ananda, the Dragon King, felt neither the panic of defeat nor the resentment of being driven by the Buddha; only the exhilarating satisfaction of a great battle.

All the dragon eyes had dimmed and disappeared, leaving only the central dragon head raised high, its gray-white dragon pupils seeming to have seen Bai Zichen and deliberately casting a glance at him.

Accompanied by the dragon's enigmatic words, the dragon's body rapidly disappeared, neither dissolved by true essence magic treasures nor burned by blood and flesh.

Rather, this part of the dragon's body never existed, like a bubble burst.

A weak dragon breath spewed out from its mouth, far weaker than any before, yet it made everyone present change color.

The sky cracked and fell downwards, the underwater mountains expanded and arched upwards, as if an invisible hand was kneading them, and the world seemed to be about to collapse and be squeezed out of the real world.

"The Great Way of Emptiness? All things are empty!"

This dragon's breath was clearly unexpected by the old man, who panicked and threw out several talismans, which were annihilated into ashes before they even got close.

Even before the Dragon Breath had exhausted its full power, it was about to strike the Three Immortal Islands, reducing everything in this area to nothingness.

After that one strike, not only will the cultivators in the arena disappear, but the entire Immortal Island Sea will vanish.

Once the surrounding seawater replenishes the area, a completely new sea area will appear.

"What a domineering Dao of the Void! It goes deeper than the Dao Annihilation Sword and already has some of the flavor of the Primordial Sword."

Bai Zichen's eyes twitched. Ananda, the Dragon King, had clearly seen him. He wondered what the meaning of that glance was.

In truth, the two are still allies on the surface, and they have a tacit understanding on many things.

However, this attack showed no mercy, and the dragon's breath attack range included him as well.

If no action is taken, they will disappear into the real world along with the Six Oceans, leaving nothing behind.

(End of this chapter)