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

Two faintly glowing azure escape lights, one behind the other, streaked across the sky.


The golden light chasing from behind emitted strange cries from time to time, sounding like the wails of an infant, pitying and sorrowful, stirring a sense of compassion in anyone who heard them.


But one glance back would reveal the truth.


The creature trailing behind was not some pitiable weakling but a bloodstained amalgamation, half-human and half-insect—the Golden Cicada God!


Its ascension had been interrupted by Yellow Dragon Sage, rendering its body even more deformed.


The upper half remained that of a cicada, while the lower half, besides blade-like wing membranes, now sprouted countless pale human limbs.


A mere glance was enough to induce an involuntary nightmare.


The lamentable intelligence of this poison worm seemed to have increased slightly, learning to feign vulnerability by crying "save me" as humans do.


Chapter 490: Nuclear Bathing Tripod - Killing the First Son