Dao Artifacts Piled Like a Mountain, a Mystic Immortal Lurking in Wait

Dragon-Slaying Pass, Military Supplies Exchange Hall.

This is the noisiest place in the entire camp. Countless cultivators haggle over the meager spoils they've earned through hard work, just to exchange for a little bit of cultivation resources.

Dongfang Yueming walked expressionlessly to an empty counter.

The steward behind the counter was an elderly man in the Mid-Stage True Immortal, who was idly examining the ledger without even lifting his eyelids.

"What are you exchanging for? Cultivation techniques? Elixirs? Show me your military merit ring first."

"I want to change my Immortal Seed."

Dongfang Yueming said calmly, "How do we exchange Yellow-grade and Mystic-grade?"

The old man casually remarked, "There's plenty of this stuff in stock, nobody wants it. One point of military merit can be exchanged for one yellow-grade item, and ten points for one black-grade item. Alternatively, you can use a Dao artifact of equal value to offset it; a low-grade Dao artifact is worth one point of military merit."

At this point, he waved his hand impatiently. "How many military merits do you have? Want to exchange them for two or three to take back and play with?"

Replace everything.

With a wave of his sleeve, Dongfang Yueming

"Boom--!"

A deafening clang of metal clashing echoed throughout the entire hall!

Countless weapons and magical artifacts, shimmering with various colors, poured out of his storage space like a flood bursting its banks, instantly filling the large counter to the brim and even overflowing onto the floor!

Knives, spears, swords, halberds, bells, tripods, towers, mirrors...

Each and every piece exudes a sharp and powerful Daoist aura!

Each piece seemed to still retain the resentment and bloody scent of its original owner before death!

"This... this is..."

The old man's impatience froze instantly, replaced by a look of utter horror, as if he had seen a ghost!

"Dao artifacts?! All of them are low-grade Dao artifacts?!"

"One, two, three... one hundred... two hundred?!"

"Hiss--!"

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence instantly!

All the cultivators who were trading stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the "Mountain of Dao Artifacts." They felt a chill run down their spines and a cold sensation travel from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads!

Two hundred low-grade Dao artifacts!

what does that mean?

This means that at least two hundred True Immortal powerhouses who possessed Dao artifacts perished at the hands of this seemingly harmless young man in blue!

"This is the ' Battlefield Death God '?!"

"That's ruthless... Did he wipe out the entire enemy force?"

The old man's hands trembled as he swallowed hard, his attitude instantly becoming extremely respectful, even showing a hint of fear.

"Fellow Daoist... are you sure you want to replace all of them with Immortal Seed?"

"Change."

Dongfang Yueming had already calculated the score in her mind.

[Target: 360 Yellow-grade items, 36 Black-grade items.]

[Currently available: 198 Yellow-grade, 18 Black-grade.]

[Gap: 162 Yellow-grade, 18 Black-grade.]

He pointed to the pile of artifacts and calmly distributed them:

"Of these, 162 Dao artifacts can be exchanged for 162 Yellow-Grade Immortal Seed."

"The remaining 38 Dao artifacts are valued at 38 military merit points."

He then flashed the military merit ring on his wrist, which displayed the number of points he had earned from hunting over the past month—[200] points!

"Adding the 142 military merits here, I'll have 180 points to exchange for 18 Xuan-grade Mystic-Grade Immortal Seed."

"Keep the remaining points for now."

The old man was stunned. Although he didn't understand why this ruthless person was so precisely gathering these low-level resources, he dared not ask any further questions.

Yes! Yes! We'll process it for you right away!

The entire supply depot sprang into action, and soon two storage bags filled with Immortal Seed were respectfully handed to Dongfang Yueming.

Dongfang Yueming scanned the area with his divine sense.

[Yellow-Grade Immortal Seed: 162]

[Mystic-Grade Immortal Seed: 18]

"Very good."

He nodded in satisfaction, put away the storage bag, and turned to leave amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd.

Watching his departing figure, the emotions of everyone in the hall remained unsettled for a long time.

Some people coveted the mountain of wealth, their eyes gleaming with greed; but when their gaze fell upon the pile of blood-stained artifacts, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them, instantly bringing them to their senses.

"This person... is not to be trifled with!"

"To flaunt a huge sum of money in the city without being dismembered on the spot—that's proof of power."

However.

Not everyone can suppress their inner greed.

In the shadows on the second floor of the main hall, an old man dressed in a gray robe, exuding a sinister aura, was staring intently at the direction where Dongfang Yueming had disappeared.

His body was surrounded by Daoist energy, and his aura was deep and mysterious, clearly indicating that he was a powerful expert in the Late-Stage Mystic Immortal!

"Two hundred Dao artifacts... he definitely has even better treasures on him..."

The gray-robed old man licked his lips, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"For a mere Heaven Immortal to possess such immense wealth is like a child carrying gold through a bustling marketplace."

"Although I don't know how many True Immortal you've killed, in the face of the laws of the Mystic Immortal, True Immortal are nothing but ants."

"This piece of fat meat... I'm going to eat it!"

He flickered, transforming into a wisp of gray smoke, and silently followed after them.

After leaving the supply depot, Dongfang Yueming headed north towards the desolate mountains surrounding the camp.

His steps were unhurried, as if he were completely unaware of the chilling aura clinging to him like a leech.

"Tsk tsk, that kid is still heading towards a secluded place. Isn't he just delivering food to ' Old Ghost Yinfeng '?"

Several well-informed cultivators watched this scene from the roadside and couldn't help but shake their heads.

"Old Ghost Yinfeng is a veteran Late-Stage Mystic Immortal, possessing the extremely vicious ' Bone-Dissolving Yin Wind.' Although this kid has some tricks up his sleeve and may have mastered some mid-grade Dao technique, the difference in their cultivation levels is simply too great."

"Yes, Heaven Immortal versus Mystic Immortal immortal, if they were to fight head-on, there might be a glimmer of Vitality. But if they're targeted by this old monster... they're doomed."

The crowd's tone was filled with regret, but even more so with schadenfreude. In the Immortal Realm, keeping wealth hidden was an ironclad rule, and those who broke it deserved to die.

In the center of the camp, atop a suspended command tower.

A middle-aged man clad in golden armor, exuding an aura as deep and boundless as the ocean, stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the camp below.

He is one of the highest commanders in this war zone, the captain of the Golden Immortal Realm — Tie Shan.

"Sir, that young man who exchanged nearly two hundred Yellow-Grade Immortal Seed in one go seems to be under someone's watch," an adjutant reported respectfully. "Should we intervene? After all, someone who can produce two hundred Dao artifacts might have some background."

"No need."

Tie Shan withdrew his gaze, his tone revealing a hint of boredom.

"I initially thought he was someone extraordinary, perhaps a core member of a reclusive family on a training expedition. But looking at what he exchanged..."

He shook his head, a hint of disdain on his lips.

"Yellow grade? Black grade?"

"To cling to such low-level things at this level shows that his foundation has reached its limit. A true successor of a great sect cannot Foundation Establishment without Earth-Grade Immortal Seed, nor can one become an immortal without Heaven-Grade Immortal Seed."

"If he were a different Earth-grade cultivator, I might think more highly of him and spare his life."

"But he replaced it with a bunch of garbage..."

Tie Shan waved his hand listlessly.

"Let him be. As for what he wants so many Immortal Seed for... perhaps he wants to resell them, or perhaps he wants to cultivate some evil technique that requires devouring Immortal Seed. But whatever the reason, he's unlikely to achieve great things."

In his understanding, and indeed in the common knowledge of the entire Immortal Realm, only one Immortal Seed can be planted within an Immortal Abode as its core.

Planted too many?

That's not cultivation, that's suicide! A clash of laws between Immortal Seed can instantly blast an immortal abode to smithereens!

Therefore, he never even considered the possibility of "planting them all".

Deep in the desolate mountains, inside a natural karst cave.

Dongfang Yueming casually set up several shielding formations, then sat cross-legged, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before.

"Everyone thinks I'm crazy, or that I've gone mad?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"How can you possibly know just how vast my 'Way' truly is!"

He looked inward at himself.

That [Chaos Immortal Abode], though only newly opened, was as vast as the starry sky, with hazy chaotic energy surging within it, seemingly capable of encompassing all things in the world.

"My foundation lies in the Supreme Dao Bone and the Chaos Dao Body!"

"Ordinary Heaven Immortal, even those of unparalleled geniuses, have immortal abodes that are only ten thousand miles in circumference. But my immortal abode..."

"Boundless!"

"Since I lack high-level Immortal Seed, I will simply create a vast array of stars!"

Dongfang Yueming took a deep breath, and with Divine Sense, the storage bag opened instantly.

"Rise!"

"Buzz--!"

The first to fly out were those three hundred and sixty Yellow-Grade Immortal Seed!

They were of different colors and represented all five elements of wind and thunder, like three hundred and sixty tiny stars, suspended above the Chaos Immortal Abode.

"Fall!"

With a low shout from Dongfang Yueming.

These 360 Immortal Seed, according to the number of stars in the heavens, fell with a bang and were embedded in the "sky curtain" of the immortal palace!

"Boom--!"

The celestial abode trembled!

Three hundred and sixty completely different laws of power began to clash and surge!

If it were anyone else, they would have exploded and died by now.

But the [Innate Supreme Dao Bone] within Dongfang Yueming's body suddenly trembled, and a supreme aura that suppressed all ages swept out!

"Make it... a deposit!"

The restless power of the laws was instantly tamed, and the three hundred and sixty Yellow-Grade Immortal Seed transformed into countless stars, twinkling in the chaos!

"Again!"

Thirty-six Profound-grade Mystic-Grade Immortal Seed!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Thirty-six even more dazzling rays of light flew into the Immortal Mansion, occupying a more central position, like thirty-six bright moons, ruling over the surrounding stars!

The concentration of spiritual energy within the immortal abode instantly increased tenfold!

"At last..."

In Dongfang Yueming's hand appeared the unique Earth-Grade Immortal Seed —the [Nine Dragons Immortal Seed]!

"Go, and become the... ruler of this world!"

"Hold head high--!"

A resounding dragon roar echoed through the soul!

The Nine Dragons Immortal Seed transformed into a golden sun, hanging high in the center of the Immortal Palace!

In an instant!

The stars (yellow grade) protect us!

A bright moon (mysterious grade) surrounds you!

The blazing sun (earthly grade) is in the center!

A magnificent "Starry Sky Atlas" has taken complete shape within Dongfang Yueming's body!

"Boom--!!!"

An unprecedentedly terrifying wave erupted from his body, even distorting the Xukong itself!

This is not merely about breaking through to the True Immortal.

This is... recreating the starry sky within the body!