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

At the same time, on the Ninth Heaven, the Taiyin Star, [Moon Palace].


Cold and dead, only the faint scent of osmanthus in the air adds a touch of life that is better than none.


But compared to the world outside the Moon Palace, this could be considered paradise.


The surrounding starry sky was a polluted mess.


It's like colored dyes spilled over a canvas, blending into a nauseating abstract color.


Countless stars twinkling from all directions, like the bloodshot eyes of a giant beast, starving and spying on all flesh.


The light they emit resembles moldy, disgusting mycelium, spreading wantonly on the dark curtain of night.


As if trying to turn the entire starry sky into a giant fungal bed.


Staring for a bit longer, one involuntarily feels an unshakable, damp, and slimy dread.


As if the mycelium has grown into the eyes and brain through one's gaze.


Chapter 636: Ascending to the Role of Taiyin Monarch, Countdown to Immortality