769: Chapter 770 Quasi-Immortal Emperor's Dao Seed

Above the cliff, figures stood in abundance.

Powerful gazes pierced through the smoke and dust, locking onto the shimmering golden dao seed in Xiao Ruobai's palm. Everyone's breathing grew heavy, their killing intent concealed as the deathly silence pressed down until it was hard to breathe.

“Such pure Dao Rhyme, ancient and vast. This is definitely no ordinary dao seed.”

Someone whispered in a low voice, their tone filled with disbelief.

“Looking at its quality, it's at least a high-grade dao seed, perhaps even the legendary Immortal Venerable dao seed!”

As the words 'Immortal Venerable dao seed' fell, everyone's pupils shrank, and a wave of shock surged in their hearts.

The dao seeds they had fought for previously were only at the Immortal Sovereign or Immortal King level. Not only could they allow one's cultivation to progress rapidly, but they could also subtly nourish a Cultivator's Divine Soul and Physical Body, building a foundation far beyond others.

An Immortal Venerable dao seed, however, was already a supreme treasure of the world, capable of helping one reach the Peak of the Great Dao and touch the threshold of an Immortal Venerable.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, the golden dao seed in Xiao Ruobai's palm suddenly turned burning hot.

Buzz—!

The golden runes on the dao seed flowed frantically, and a faint Emperor Might soared into the sky, unexpectedly creating a strange resonance with the pitch-black rift below.

Black mist surged from the underground abyss, and the entire Void Realm suddenly rippled like water. In the next second, a vast and ancient blood-colored vision was reflected out of thin air in the sky.

Within the vision, eons ago.

The broken sky cracked, and the star rivers overturned.

An unimaginably majestic figure stood within the Chaos, his body brilliant with Emperor Light and enveloped in supreme Dao runes, as he attempted to break through to the supreme position of Immortal Emperor.

But at the final moment, the Nine Heavens Emperor Tribulation crashed down. The supreme being's Physical Body shattered, his dao foundation broke, and his Emperor Soul was annihilated amidst the blood-red light filling the sky.

The shattered Emperor Blood seeped into the yellow earth, and the broken Laws sank into the rock layers. His lifelong cultivation Origin constantly condensed and refined itself amidst the destruction, finally transforming into a translucent golden seed, buried deep within the eternal Ancient God Burial Plain.

The vision vanished in an instant, and the watery light in the sky dissipated, but that touch of tragic, desolate, and supreme Emperor Might was firmly branded into the Divine Soul of every Prodigy.

The entire field fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's pupils shrank, their breathing stopped, and their spines felt an inexplicable chill.

That scene just now was a real vision of the ancient past!

After a long time, within the crowd, the Daoist Son of Myriad Phenomena's Adam's apple bobbed. His voice was dry and hoarse, carrying extreme shock as it exploded in everyone's ears word by word:

“This is actually the condensed essence of an ancient Quasi-Immortal Emperor Peak expert's Origin, Legacy, and fragmented Emperor Laws after failing to break through to the Emperor Realm—a Quasi-Immortal Emperor Dao Seed!”

Boom!!

These words were like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, leaving the minds of all the Prodigies blank and their spirits trembling.

No one needed to explain; the vision reflected in the sky just now had already told everyone its terrifying Origin.

It contained the complete cultivation Legacy of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor and a trace of fragmented Emperor Laws. After refining it, one could permanently raise the upper limit of their dao foundation and plant the seed of the Imperial path within themselves. As long as they did not perish along the way, they would surely step onto the path of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor in the future!

Even if each Prodigy had their own path and was unwilling to blindly follow the cultivation of the ancients, the eternal essence concentrated in this single dao seed was still of immeasurable value.

By stripping away the Legacy and simply refining the Origin, one could still build a supreme foundation.

If brought back to be sealed and nourished by a Sect, in time, it would surely produce a Quasi-Immortal Emperor powerhouse belonging to their own power.

A once-in-a-millennium opportunity, unique in all of eternity.

At this moment, greed, madness, jealousy, and bloodlust—countless negative emotions completely overwhelmed the rationality of the vast majority of the Prodigies.

The previous life-and-death grudges, leaderboard rankings, and resource disputes all paled in comparison at this moment.

Killing intent surged in Mo Cha's blood-red eyes as evil energy soared to the sky. Pitch-black demonic flames billowed frantically around him, causing the entire Void Realm to distort.

He stared fixedly at Xiao Ruobai on the cliff, his voice bone-chillingly cold, domineering and brooking no refusal:

“Battle Asura.”

“This is not something you are meant to touch.”

“Hand it over.”

Xiao Ruobai stood on the broken rock, the golden light in his palm gentle. That faint touch of Emperor Might illuminated his cold and resolute profile.

Mo Cha's demand to "hand it over" was like lighting the fuse on a powder keg.

“Well said. How could a divine object like this be something you can possess?”

The longsword held by Little Sword Emperor Ling Guzhou let out a clear hum. His gaze was like lightning as it swept over Xiao Ruobai and finally settled on Fang Hanyu.

“Sword Cultivator, hand over this object, and I can leave you a whole corpse, burying you with the rites of a Sword Cultivator.”

“My God Race Bloodline has the clearest perception of such ancient Emperor Laws.”

The Ancient God Clan's Divine Son, Gu Shitian, released a violent Immortal Sovereign Aura as he spoke coldly. His voice boomed with the indifference and entitlement of a god.

“This object contains a trace of the broken Emperor Law of Strength, which aligns with my Dao. Offer it up, and you may avoid the calamity of having your Divine Soul extinguished.”

“Hmph, so much nonsense!”

The World-Destroying Demon Ape beat its chest, its voice shaking the surroundings. Its bronze-bell-like ferocious eyes locked onto Mo Yu, then glanced greedily at Xiao Ruobai's palm.

“Just snatch it! Whoever grabs it gets to keep it! I see that Qilin brat's Bloodline is quite good; I'll swallow him as well to nourish my body!”

“Amitabha.”

A Buddhist chant rang out. It was actually a Buddhist Prodigy who had been keeping a low profile. He had a solemn appearance, but his gaze was equally burning.

“The killing intent and obsession within this object are too heavy; I fear the benefactor will find it difficult to control. Why not hand it to this humble monk? I shall use supreme Buddhist dharma to dissolve the hostility within, which would be a deed of Karma.”

His words were compassionate, but his intent was just as naked.

The space around Xuan Yi distorted slightly; he was silent yet dangerous.

Ao Zhan's dragon pupils opened and closed, and his faint Dragon Might was like a physical mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts—that was the absolute pressure of the Immortal Sovereign realm!

Luo Shenyue's gaze was cold and clear. She did not say a word, but her moonlit Domain had already quietly expanded.

And on the edge of that surging killing intent, the youth with the saber on his back from the Wuwei Saber Sect remained silent and independent, his black clothes like ink. His lowered eyelids concealed all emotion.

Only his right hand remained steadily pressed against the hilt of the saber that had never been unsheathed. He was as still as a statue, yet also like a peerless, murderous blade resting in its scabbard that made even the air freeze.

Xia Wudao hid behind the crowd, his eyes venomous as a snake's as he hissed, “Everyone, what are you waiting for? This scoundrel stole my dao seed and insulted my Great Xia; his crime is punishable by death! Such a divine object should be held in common by all of you!”

Over thirty gazes—each representing a peerless Prodigy and a massive power—were now focused on a single, unprecedented goal: pressure, threat, and demand!

The air solidified, becoming as thick as mercury.

Terrifying pressures wove into a net. It was not just a simple Aura, but one that incorporated their respective Dao Rhymes, Laws, and even Bloodline pressure!

Dong Li's fox tails had long since stood up stiffly. Wang Xiaopang held several Talismans in each hand, the lightning at his fingertips crackling as purple electricity coiled around the Talisman patterns, with the destructive power of thunder seemingly ready to erupt.

The veins on the hand Wang Zhan used to grip his spear bulged. The dark gold patterns coiling around the spear shaft seemed to come alive, flickering as the majestic power of the Immortal King realm surged within him.

He had actually, at some unknown point, quietly crossed that chasm and achieved the position of an Immortal King.

The current Wang Zhan's Aura was completely different from before, like a volcano that had been silent for eons, gathering a heat that could destroy heaven and earth in its silence.

A low, provoked growl came from Mo Yu's throat, but in his golden vertical pupils, besides Battle Intent, a trace of gravity clearly appeared for the first time.

They were strong, but which of these opponents wasn't a monster?

Especially those few Immortal Sovereign Auras, which were like swords hanging over their heads.

Fang Hanyu still stood silently, his fingertips resting on his sword hilt. The grey Chaos Sword Intent formed a zone of absolute silence three zhang around him, resisting the erosion of the infinite pressure from outside.

His sword could cut through all things, but facing so many top-tier Prodigies of the same level at once, even he felt some pressure.

Xiao Ruobai stood at the very front of everyone. The warmth and vastness coming from the dao seed in his palm stood in sharp contrast to the bone-chilling killing intent from the outside world.

His gaze slowly swept across those faces—some cold, some greedy, some indifferent, some hideous—from Mo Cha, Ling Guzhou, and Xuan Yi, to the World-Destroying Demon Ape, the Buddha Child, Jiang Li, and then to those few Immortal Sovereigns whose Auras were as deep as the sea...

The pressure, like the weight of the entire Ancient God Burial Plain, pressed down on their shoulders.

This was not a one-on-one duel like when he fought Xia Wudao, nor was it a crushing victory like against Chu Yungui. This was facing the most elite collective of the entire era!

He met Mo Cha's blood-red eyes filled with the desire for destruction, and faced that terrifying pressure interwoven across the sky, as he slowly and clearly spoke:

“And what if I don't hand it over?”