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Killing Dao Fruit

"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.

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Chapter 216 This Night, Familiar Faces All Over the Island

At this moment, the slaughter on Penglai Mountain continued unabated.

The disciples of "Peach God Tao," who were cultivating the "Ganoderma Resurrection Immortal Law," had long since lost their human form.

With multi-colored mycelial strands—purple, red, yellow, white...—at their core, they connected bodies to form an enormous structure, transforming them into towering mountains of corpses.

Deadly toxins, manic laughter, plagues, parasitism, nourishment... The spores, each with varying effects, nearly blanketed the entire Penglai Mountain.

Anyone who found themselves in the midst of it all, whether other Weird creatures or surviving mortals, constantly suffered from various negative effects, an agony beyond words.

Medicine Men, with grass growing on their heads, gathered in swarms like mobile herb gardens, sucking every living thing they encountered dry, turnings them to mummified corpses while their own herbal fruits grew ever more robust and succulent.