Beihai Whaling

"Nine Heavens cast down the Undying Tree, from the tomb the Immortal's bones were fetched;
Taoist Venerable tut-tutted as they drank blood plasma, Old Buddha relished in the chew of meat;
Beasts and livestock rang the Dharma Drum, city foxes and hole-dwelling rats boiled in the pot;
In the Immortality Wine, the resentful spirits were fishy, at the Killing Banquet, the Dao Fruit was bitter!”
In this world where Daoist Skill manifested, countless Sect Cultivators, Side Door Magicians, princes and scholars, officials of high rank and nobles all coveted immortality!
Owl God Tomb, stealing heavenly secrets, Pearl Gathering Skill, Holy Infant Pill, bone effigies, Yin God Shrine, human-transformed monsters, Undying Elixir, Red Line Poison, Blood Immortal insects, Mermaid Meat, gold-threaded robes, Five Poisons Primordial Spirit, Seven Star Life Extension...
They killed and harmed life only to steal the "Killing Dao Fruit" borne upon that Undying Tree!
Until... a sly "Fishing Man" came to this world.
Wang Yuan, born with the Small Book of Life and Death, had but a simple and unadorned dream:
Amid bustling strings and smoky vistas, on a night bathed in moonlight, in peace and quiet did I lean on the rail, savoring the wind, toasting to the stars.
With his "Bride in bridal clothes," watching the sunrise at Taishan in the morning, admiring Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and drinking under the aurora by the North Sea in the evening.
"But you all smell so incredibly fragrant!
No more, none shall escape, for today I shall crowdfund Cultivating Immortality! Please... my treasure, turn around!”
The blood-red veil of the Bride abruptly fluttered to the ground.

Killing Dao Fruit

In Yunjing City, residents who had been enjoying the lantern festival regained consciousness, returning to the normal timeline of "August 15th".


Most of them hadn't even noticed that something had occurred to them over the past three days.


They were unaware that the calamitous disaster foretold by the "Singing Rhyme Child" had just narrowly missed them.


Only the tourists who happened to be near the Imperial City screamed at the sight of the Imperial Palace, which had been reduced to ruins strewn with corpses, and rivers of blood.


Some immediately fled, spreading panic far and wide; others, driven by curiosity, gathered closer to point and comment on what lay within the palace.


Especially the men and women who appeared abruptly atop the piles of rubble.


Many instinctively identified them as assassins.


"Damn it, they ran off before we even saw their faces!"


Chapter 406 Evil Spirits, Blowing Horns and Connecting Camps