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

Through the shadows projected on the screen, one could vaguely see an imposing figure seated there, as majestic as a god in prison.


The lower half was a coiled centipede tail, while the upper half was a giant humanoid with a thousand hands.


A chilling aura seeped through the gaps in the curtain, continuously penetrating the bones of the onlookers, causing them to shiver uncontrollably.


The scene was eerily reminiscent of a "Puppet Show" stage.


One person hid behind the curtain, moving their fingers, controlling numerous puppets below with countless threads, performing a drama of human joy and sorrow.


No need for the Temple Official to beckon, a group of people fell to their knees with a "thud".


It seemed they could feel the mocking gaze coming from behind the curtain's gap, and all dared not lift their heads, their hearts pounding like drums, their bodies going weak.


Chapter 529: Once You Enter the Chrysanthum Garden, It's as Deep as the Sea_2