68: Chapter 68 Dao Seed

[At this moment, in the images reflected by the giant water mirror on the square, your figure is exceptionally eye-catching.]

[You, with a single person and a single sword, leisurely walk through the dense forest; wherever you pass, no one is an enemy of a single blow.]

[On such a bloody and cruel battlefield, your stroll-like posture is not only not discordant, but even more chilling.]

[The weak struggle to survive, the strong fight bloody battles, and kings only need to plunder.]

[Dressed in red with an outstanding posture, you display this demeanor to the fullest, resembling a rose blooming exclusively for slaughter.]

[It's just that your practiced movements of collecting storage bags still destroy a bit of the aesthetic.]

["What does My Lord think of this woman?"]

[On the main seat of the high platform, Zicha looks at the scene in the water curtain with an astonished expression, a trace of interest emerging in her eyes.]

["She can be considered a genius."]

[The expression of the black-robed youth still has no ripples. With his discernment, he can naturally easily see through the reality of your cultivation from your performance.]

[However, as a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, he has lived for too long, and the so-called geniuses he has seen are countless.]

[So what if they are geniuses?]

[Able to successfully form a Nascent Soul with three spiritual roots and take it a step further, he is not so superstitious about natural talent.]

[This heaven-defying path of immortal cultivation—how could it be one where you can laugh till the end relying solely on the two words "talent"?]

["Can this concubine contact her subsequently?"]

[The black-robed youth is just preparing to casually agree, but his expression suddenly changes slightly.]

[He calmly glances at the location of the dynasty's envoy on the lower right side and gently nods.]

['Do not contact this woman, otherwise this seat cannot protect you.']

[Hearing the voice transmission, the smile on Zicha's face freezes for a moment. While feeling shocked and doubtful in her heart, she outwardly has to smilingly and submissively agree.]

[In the corner of the square, Bai Youyou stares at the water curtain with fanatical eyes, exclaiming repeatedly in her mouth.]

[Saying it's a real pity that Aunt Qian didn't join the army, and Aunt Qian is simply a role model for female cultivators. In the end, she reverts to calling her "Sister Qianqian", and even asks her father if he thinks he delayed someone...]

[In the end, she receives a knuckle rap before quieting down.]

[However, the excitement in the young girl's eyes diminishes not a bit. She has never seen this kind of Aunt Qian; after all, in front of her, you have always only shown a gentle side.]

[Even Yang Yan, who has always been introverted in nature, occasionally shows an amazed expression on his face.]

[As fellow Qi refinement cultivators, he can feel just how large the gap between himself and the other party has become. Unfortunately, she is already his tea...]

[!!!]

[Yang Yan is startled by his own thoughts. Feeling guilty, he glances at his master and Bai Youyou, and hurriedly lowers his head, not daring to look anymore.]

[...]

[You in the secret realm do not know the situation of the outside world. Of course, even if you knew, you wouldn't care. After all, inside the system space, spiritual stones are about to pile up into a small mountain.]

[Controlling your upward-curling corners of the mouth is already very difficult; how could you have the mind to bother with those mundane matters.]

[Until the pattern of the battlefield changes once again—you slaughter too many peak Qi refinement cultivators, and they belong to different factions, finally attracting the attention of quite a few people.]

["Vixen!"]

[Dozens of cultivators surround and kill towards you.]

[Such large-scale slaughter has both advantages and disadvantages. But for a sword cultivator, as long as the murderous intent does not affect their state of mind, it is the best tonic.]

[At this moment, you are already high in the swing of slaughter. That certain regret born from the gender transformation since time-traveling is actually being worn away bit by bit by something.]

[You seem to touch your more authentic soul again through this method—forever passionate, forever vibrant.]

["Hehe... Hahaha!!!"]

[You involuntarily burst into loud laughter, the feeling of a transparent state of mind making your whole body shiver.]

[If not for the restriction of your realm, I'm afraid your sword Dao would rise to another level, but your foundation has already been established, and the rest is just a matter of course. At the same time, it seems something is breaking the cocoon and being reborn.]

[You cannot help but doubt in your heart: are you truly that born genius of the slaughter Dao? Or... the extraterrestrial demon itself?]

[The surrounding cultivators are deterred by this sudden aura, and for a moment, not a single person dares to step forward.]

[Seeing this scene, you close your eyes and deeply exhale a breath. When you open them again, faint bloodlight circulates in your slender phoenix eyes.]

["Not bowing to the Three Pure Ones nor asking the heavens, the ghosts under the sword are the Dao fate. Ten thousand bones as steps with a heart not cold, slaughtering all with a single thought leads straight to immortality!"]

[An abstruse Dao charm circulates around your body. The corners of your lips hook up slightly, and you raise your arms horizontally, saying in a clear voice:]

["Today... please, everyone, help me achieve the Dao Seed!"]

[The second condition for breaking through to the Nascent Soul requires forging a Dao Fetus, and the prerequisite for achieving a Dao Fetus is planting a Dao Seed.]

[The Dao charm is naturally formed!]

[At this moment, you seem as if aided by gods, needing no secret arts or cultivation techniques whatsoever. You clearly know how every subsequent step should be taken.]

[What schemes, what worries for the future—you don't want to pay attention to them in the slightest at this moment.]

[Kill!]

[Hesitating no more, your figure rushes into the crowd once again like a red lightning bolt.]

[The originally clear Sword Intent seems to have been stained by fresh blood, transforming into streams of light-red sword radiances shooting out. Where it passes, it sweeps away everything like autumn winds blowing fallen leaves.]

[Severed limbs and broken arms, flesh and blood flying everywhere.]

[As the figures surrounding and killing you fall down in patches, the entire battlefield falls into an eerie silence.]

[Almost everyone reveals terror and looks blankly at the red figure in the forest that resembles a demon god.]

[The outside square also falls into a brief silence.]

[The fingertips of the black-robed youth tapping on the armrest pause. That pair of nonchalant eyes since his appearance looks directly at the water curtain for the first time.]

[Slaughter Dao Dao Seed?]

[Being able to plant a Dao Seed at peak Qi refinement is... quite a bit stronger than this seat was back then.]

['My Lord~ Can she really not be contacted?']

[Zicha is deeply tempted. With this woman's appearance and natural talent, how regrettable it is that she does not enter the Hehuan Sect.]

['Stop thinking about it. Someone inside the imperial palace has given instructions; temporarily, no one is allowed to touch her.']

[The black-robed man casts a sidelong glance at her and lazily withdraws his gaze once more.]

["Clang~"]

[Inside the secret realm, the sound of weapons falling to the ground shatters the stagnant atmosphere.]

["A devil! She is a devil!"]

[Qi refinement cultivators are indeed much stronger in state of mind compared to mortals, but when all is said and done, they are merely somewhat stronger humans. Once fear begins to spread, chaos is inevitable.]

[When the first person chooses to turn and flee, the team that could still fiercely battle you collapses in the blink of an eye.]

["That won't do."]

[Watching everyone planning to flee in all directions, with a flip of your hand, a large red umbrella manifests in front of you.]

[yanluo umbrella!]

[Although this spiritual weapon cannot be completely refined and controlled yet, in your hands right now, it is infinitely stronger than that Liu Qingyue.]

[Fire serpents soar into the air, instantly interweaving into a heaven-covering giant net that almost shrouds the entire battlefield.]

["Vixen, could it be that you intend to slaughter all of us?"]

["That's right, how is acting like this any different from the demonic Dao?"]

[Feeling the might of that fire net, someone tries to stand on the moral high ground to attack you.]

[At this moment, the veil on your face has long since vanished without a trace, and your exquisite, flawless face is spattered with tiny drops of blood. Not only does it not appear disheveled, but it instead adds a hint of bewitching temperament to you out of thin air.]

[Feeling the increasingly solid vital energy within your body, you lightly chuckle without a care:]

["Being able to act as stepping stones on my path of advancement, you all should feel honored!"]

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