Unfathomable Senior

Chapter 743

“Is there no way that I can help?”

"Unfortunately not, we will have to part here. At most, you can watch what transpires through the spirit screen. It would be too dangerous for you to be there; I don't know what will happen. The tribulations might descend on your body, or my enemy could show up and use you against me..."

"... I understand."

The two looked at each other with love in their eyes. There was not much left to say; everything had already been discussed. Zhang Dong had made a decision, and his wife had given him permission to go through with his plan. She knew about the other worlds and about the Overseer, who continued to be a looming threat.

With one final, heartfelt embrace, Zhang Dong and his wife parted ways, and he vanished into a portal that would take him on his journey. A few days had passed since the emotional family get-together, and each member had already gone their separate ways, continuing with their lives.

As Zhang Dong reappeared above the city that he had played a pivotal role in creating, a sense of pride filled his chest. He gazed upon the grand structures that had risen under his guidance, symbols of his enduring legacy. The city stood as a testament to his hard work and the positive impact he had made on the world.

‘I hope I did a good job...’

Even as many years had passed and people had moved on with their lives, Zhang Dong continued to worry about his citizens and sect members. Like a caring father, he carried the weight of their well-being and happiness on his shoulders. His deep sense of responsibility toward them had not diminished over time.

His journey had been filled with both triumphs and challenges, and now he found himself on the precipice of a new adventure. He hoped that the people he cared about would cherish his memory, even if he were to fail in his next journey.

With a sense of resolution, Zhang Dong realized it was time to stop stalling and face what lay ahead. He created another teleportation portal that transported him to the secret grounds where he had been meticulously making preparations for his ascension. This place was filled with various countermeasures and tools intended to aid him in crossing the threshold and reaching the immortal stage. The moment of truth had arrived, and Zhang Dong was ready to embrace it.

He had spent years studying ancient texts, delving into esoteric knowledge, and refining his cultivation techniques to prepare for this moment. Everything he had done had led him to this point. All possible relics that he could find were here and even past records of old immortals painted him a picture of what was supposed to happen. The hard part was not really getting into the immortal stage but ascending with the help of this mutated seed that he had within him.

While not much time had been spent on the infusion of those two Daos, he could feel his seed on the brink of germination. He was hastily absorbing all the power and swallowing pills to halt the process. If he could extend his time by even a few seconds, it could prove valuable for his ascension. However, the seed that he had nurtured for three hundred years was reaching its limit. All those spirit points from running a prosperous Empire were overflowing, and he wouldn't be able to stop the progress anymore.

‘It’s time, Bob be sure to watch out for you know who...’

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he channeled his energy into the seed, his entire body trembling with the effort. The ground beneath him quivered, and the diagrams etched into the earth began to glow with a soft, otherworldly light. The air crackled with energy as Zhang Dong delved deep within himself, seeking the connection to the seed's ancient and unknown power.

As Zhang Dong focused on the seed within him, he could feel its immense power surging. It was as if he had tapped into the very core of the universe, and the energy within him continued to build. The ground trembled, and the diagrams around him glowed even brighter. The process had taken on a life of its own. Bob at this time continued to diligently scan the surroundings for any noteworthy changes, if a shift in the Dao of time was discovered he would immediately forward this information and even be ready to initiate some defensive measures if they were required.

During a crucial moment of cultivation, the person undergoing it could not be disturbed. If they couldn't fully focus on the matter at hand, there was a significant risk of suffering a backlash in their cultivation. It was a moment of vulnerability, and the best time to strike if someone wished to dispose of a powerful master. They would be weakened as the process was taking place, and even gentle movements could ruin hundreds of years of preparation.

Normally, a person like him would be surrounded by masters from all sides, creating impenetrable defensive arrays and spiritual shields to keep everyone away. Even a fly would not make it through. However, when facing someone who could alter time and arrive unnoticed, these defenses would be just a hindrance.

His senses were heightened as he continued to channel energy into the seed, feeling the immense power building within him. As he delved deeper into his cultivation, he began to experience a profound connection with the seed. It was as if he could hear the whispers of countless ancient souls, guiding him on this journey. The energy within him was in a state of constant flux, merging, and melding, evolving into something greater than the sum of its parts.

He could sense the seed's potential, its desire to sprout and break through the confines of his current state. Time seemed to stretch and contract as he continued his cultivation. Minutes felt like hours, and hours like mere moments. He lost track of the world around him, fully immersed in the transformative process.

Outside of the secluded meadow, in the vast expanse of the secret grounds, an eerie stillness prevailed. The natural world seemed to hold its breath as the fusion of Dao energies continued. Not a leaf rustled, not a bird sang, and even the air itself seemed to hang in suspense.

The tension in the air was palpable, and the moment of ascension drew closer with each passing second. Zhang Dong's heart raced as he felt the seed within him reaching its breaking point. He had pushed his cultivation to its limits, and there was no turning back now. It was a point of no return, and he braced himself for what lay ahead.

Suddenly, as Zhang Dong's energy reached its peak, a disturbance in the fabric of reality itself rippled through the meadow. The diagrams etched into the ground flickered, and the air quivered with an otherworldly energy. Bob's sensors detected the anomaly, and he immediately alerted Zhang Dong to the impending danger...