CHAPTER 344: CHAPTER 318: THE SEED OF IMMORTALITY!

Spirit of Night Travel!

When this Outer Realm Evil God stood right before them, Qi Xiu and the others felt an indescribable, enormous pressure wash over them as the Evil God spoke. This pressure crushed down on them layer by layer. Everything around them seemed to lose its color, as if they were about to sink into an endless Eternal Night.

With its arms slightly outstretched, a phantasmal world slowly emerged behind the Spirit of Night Travel, radiating boundless dark light. It was accompanied by the ancient and obscure sounds of the Dao. Within this phantom world, countless Divine Marvel Laws intermingled, ceaselessly evolving and expanding, solidifying its foundation.

"You are the first beings I have encountered in this realm, and thus we are fated. Today, join my ranks, and you shall enjoy an eternal slumber in endless tranquility," said the Evil God, each word resonating with immense Divine Marvel as it spoke.

The eyelids of Qi Xiu and his companions began to tremble violently. The overwhelming drowsiness washing over them nearly caused them to collapse and fall into a deep sleep on the spot.

"The compassion of Buddha! Awaken!"

Monk Kongwen stepped forward, his eyebrows shooting upwards as his entire body took on the color of Vajra. He let out a loud shout. Behind him, an imposing effigy of a wrathful Vajra suddenly appeared. Its majestic and grand resonance echoed, as if countless monks were chanting sutras in unison.

The monk’s sharp cry jolted everyone awake. Kongwen then drew a thin blade and sliced it across his palm. Instantly, brilliant golden blood, dazzling to the eye, spurted out.

In the void, countless glowing golden Buddhist characters materialized, vaguely forming a barrier that protected them all. Under the obstruction of this Buddhist barrier, the surging and tumultuous darkness was firmly held back, and even the ever-increasing pressure suddenly lightened.

"Oh? An Arhat?" Observing the golden blood flowing from Monk Kongwen’s palm, the Spirit of Night Travel’s gaze flickered, its lips curling into an intrigued smile.

"No wonder you are unaffected by the Eternal Night... It’s a pity that if you had reached the Dao Body Realm and could summon the Arhat’s golden body, perhaps you could have fought me.

"But with mere Buddha blood alone, how much can you afford to lose?" it said.

"I shall hold back this Evil God. You must hurry and leave," Kongwen said, unfazed by the Spirit of Night Travel’s words, continuing to fend it off with his Buddha blood while instructing Qi Xiu and the others.

"No! We can’t just abandon you," Zhao Zaiyang declared without a second thought. His eyes hardened as he used his fingernail to cut open his left forearm. From the flesh, he pulled out a seed brimming with vitality. Its green vigor scattered an endless aura of immortality, and the sheer Life Force caused the barren ground around them to sprout grass.

"Damn it, if you push me, I’ll fight it to the death!" he growled through clenched teeth, gripping the seed that surged with infinite Life Force.

He had been born premature, a child without destiny. His grandfather, Zhao Gengyun, a Primordial Spirit big shot, had exhausted every means—plundering the mysteries of heaven and earth, embracing natural creation, and unhesitatingly spending the Life Force of three treasure lands—all to cultivate three immortal seeds for him using the supreme Way of Nature.

These three immortal seeds were, in essence, his very life; losing one would weaken his hold on it.

If all the seeds left his body, he would die on the spot. However, if he ingested an immortal seed, he could temporarily attain a state of "Undying." In this state, he was almost impossible to kill, even by Primordial Spirit big shots or Outer Realm Evil Gods.

Seeing the immortal seed in Zhao Zaiyang’s hand, Qi Xiu’s expression turned thoughtful.

"Alright! Today, I, Zhou Wen, will also stake my life in this fight!" Zhou Wen declared resolutely. He took a deep breath and pulled an exquisitely made brush from his sleeve, a brush infused with Spiritual Light and brimming with scholarly essence.

Gazing at the brush, a relic left by his mentor, Zhou Wen forcefully snapped it. Instantly, streams of incredibly pure righteousness spilled out, conjuring phantoms of the ancient philosophers in the void.

From the broken shaft of the brush, Zhou Wen retrieved a piece of calligraphy paper. The seemingly plain and ancient paper felt as heavy as a mountain, causing Zhou Wen’s feet to sink into the ground instantly. The veins on his hands, which held the paper, bulged prominently.

As he slowly unfolded the paper, streams of orange radiance flowed across it, like a roaring, boundless Yellow River. The surging water then transformed into a line of characters: "Do you not see the waters of the Yellow River descending from the sky!"

"Is this... that person’s calligraphy?" Zhao Zaiyang gasped, taking an abrupt breath and stepping forward quickly.

"Yes, my master’s ancestor once ground ink for that person and was fortunate to receive three pieces of his calligraphy. The other two have been used; this is the last one.

"Although this piece of calligraphy cannot help us escape this place,

"it can still strip a layer of skin from this Outer Realm Evil God!" Zhou Wen said.

He then nodded, looking down at the paper in his hand with a hint of reluctance. But the matter at hand is not only about our lives; it also concerns the myriad beings of Dianchuan Province. Compared to that, a piece of calligraphy is insignificant, he thought.

Everyone brought forth their trump cards, clearly prepared for a desperate battle against the Spirit of Night Travel. However, even with these miraculous ancient treasures bolstering them, their figures still appeared diminutive and fragile against the Outer Realm Evil God, an entity equivalent to the Primordial Spirit Realm.

To hell with it, let’s fight... Clenching his fists, Zhao Zaiyang puffed his cheeks and was about to make his move when someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder from behind.

"Senior Brother Zhao, I have a method that might offer us a sliver of hope," Qi Xiu said calmly.

Zhao Zaiyang turned his head. Seeing Qi Xiu’s composed expression, he was slightly surprised, but a faint premonition made him choose to believe this junior brother whom he had only recently met.