Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 107: A Thousand Miles of Soul Locking, Sword Token Counterattack
Thousands of miles away, amidst the churning sea of ​​clouds, a streak of dark light streaked through the air, rapidly approaching the Mingxia stronghold.

Elder Kang Youyuan of Yunfeng Cave Heaven stood on a black iron shuttle, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

The jade talisman in his palm shimmered with a ghostly light. The three characters "Zhao Wuji," written with the blood essence left by his own son, were as ferocious as if they were alive. They were wrapped in the resentment of the fragments of the soul lamp and tore a gray trail in the void.

"Zhao! Wu! Ji!"

The old man's white hair danced wildly like snakes, and his cold eyes flashed with astonishing killing intent.

At this moment, the communication jade talisman at his waist flickered, and with a flick of his withered finger, the message immediately appeared.

"Linlang Cave Heaven has received the news and may send an elder to set up a trap for you."

"They're quite quick."

Kang Youyuan's face was ashen and stern as iron.

When two great grotto-heavens clash, elders rarely intervene personally in battles between their disciples.

Once surrounded, it's a situation with no chance of survival.

But this time, it was his only son who died. Without avenging his son, his conscience was unsettled, and his heart was at peace.
His flying shuttle suddenly accelerated, tearing through the clouds with a sharp whistle, and he gripped the jade talisman tightly in his hand.

"Even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, I will tear that brat to pieces and let that Peak Master of Cold Moon Peak taste what it's like to lose a disciple."

Kang Youyuan held an ancient spirit stone in his hand, which emitted a hazy blue light. A surge of powerful spiritual energy flowed into his meridians like a tide, and the sound of the shuttle cutting through the air suddenly became sharp.

He acted swiftly; by the time Linlang Cave Heaven received the news, he had already set off and was now only a thousand miles away from Mingxia's stronghold.

As long as Zhao Wuji is killed quickly, he will have already fled far away by the time the elders of Linlang Cave arrive.

How easy would it be to ambush and kill this "Blood Impermanence" of Yunfeng Cave Heaven?

In the nearby mountains and forests, Zhao Wuji's soul shone like a green lamp illuminating the netherworld, his eyes glowing with a blue light like ghostly fire.

With the blessing of the Spirit Communication Technique, the soul is like a bright mirror, illuminating every inch of the mind.

Suddenly, a wisp of gray-black resentment snaked out from the void, coiling around the soul like a venomous snake. Its source pointed to the southeast, still quite a distance away.

"The Soul Lamp uses this resentment as its catalyst!?"

He felt a chill run down his spine.

This resentment was clearly left behind by the deceased middle-aged cultivator, and it could even be used as a medium after death to form an evil technique that uses the remnant soul to lock down enemies.

"It's a pity that the battle was so fierce that day. If I had used the Netherworld Technique to shatter the soul of that middle-aged cultivator immediately after killing him, I wouldn't be haunted by this resentment and have my soul locked for thousands of miles today."

Zhao Wuji pondered, then found his hindsight thinking amusing.

Where do so many prophets come from?
Even if he could do it all over again, he couldn't possibly use the Netherworld Technique on every enemy cultivator, since it would consume a lot of spiritual energy.

"However, this resentment is a good trigger."

His eyes flashed with a dark light. Instead of dispelling the resentful threads binding his soul, he suddenly leaped up, using his flying technique to transform into a streak of blue light and soar into the sky, speeding towards the direction of the Linglang Cave Heaven.

He had previously made an agreement with Li Shiyu and others.

The group took a detour to the Xuan Kingdom's imperial city, which would both avoid the enemy's sharp edge and protect themselves, so that the enemy elders wouldn't be able to catch up with them and take their anger out on them.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji pushed his aerial flight technique to its limit, the wind whistling in his ears like thunder, his robes fluttering wildly.

However, after flying for only two hundred miles, Zhao Wuji suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"So fast!"

The wisp of resentment between their souls trembled violently, indicating that the enemy elder was approaching at an extremely terrifying speed.

The speed at which the opponent fled was in no way inferior to the speed at which he used his full-force sword control technique.

If this continues, he will surely be caught up within a hundred miles, and his fate will be tragic.
"Can't sit still and wait for death!"

He suddenly changed direction and swooped down like a hawk towards the continuous mountain range below. Since he couldn't shake them off, he would use these mountains to maneuver around them!

Zhao Wuji flew down into the mountain, stopped, and his finger gestures were as fast as lightning.

The art of taming birds was put into practice.

"Ha-"

In the mountains and forests, a golden hawk with outstretched wings flapped and swooped down from the trees.

Zhao Wuji swiftly joined two fingers together like a sword, his guiding technique flowing like a wheel. The resentment entwined in his soul was instantly drawn away as if it were alive, strands of it wrapping around the hawk's wings.

"Penetrating the Netherworld - Soul Burning!"

The next moment, he suddenly touched the space between his eyebrows.

Suddenly, a wisp of eerie blue ghostly fire burst forth from the ghostly spirit within the body, tracing its path upstream along the threads of resentment.

In an instant, a cold wind swept through, and within that resentment, the ferocious face of a middle-aged cultivator emerged, emitting a shrill roar.

The ghostly fire suddenly surged, and the resentment, like snow meeting boiling water, vanished in an instant.

Four hundred miles away, the clouds suddenly burst open!
"presumptuous!"

Kang Youyuan roared angrily, staring in astonishment at the yellow talisman in his hand that had suddenly dimmed considerably. His hair and beard stood on end, and his eyes were filled with a mixture of shock and anger.

The resentment thread of this soul lamp has been forcibly weakened? Could it be that an elder from the Linglang Grotto has arrived?
"wrong."

He suddenly realized that although the remaining fuse was dim, it was still extending, and the target was still fleeing. Moreover, the trajectory of its hasty escape was clearly the death throes of a frightened bird!

If we give up now, wouldn't our only son die with regret?
His old face instantly shifted between light and dark.

No matter what methods he uses, I will take this boy's life today!

"Whoosh-"

As the black robe billowed, the escape light tore through the sky once more, hurtling toward the faint guiding light.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji lightly tapped the hawk's head with his fingertip.

Guided by the bird-taming technique, the beast flapped its wings and flew towards the Hengyun Mountains.

He suddenly summoned the Frost Soul Flying Sword, rode it into the air, and transformed into a beam of sword light, shooting off in the opposite direction.

It flew for over a hundred miles before its sword light suddenly vanished.

Zhao Wuji's sleeves fluttered as he used a guiding technique to dissipate all the aura along the way like smoke and clouds.

Then, using invisibility magic, they descended into the forest and blended into the mountains.

Two incense sticks later, a sharp shout suddenly came from the nearby mountains and forests!
"Beast!"

Kang Youyuan's eyes widened, his withered hand gripping a struggling hawk tightly. He had searched so diligently, only to have the vengeful spirit lamp's guidance point to this feathered beast? Could it be that his son had died under the hawk's claws?!

"Got tricked"

The old demon's face turned ashen, and his five fingers suddenly tightened.

Before the hawk could even utter a scream, it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The crows and sparrows in the forest were startled and flew away. He looked around the forest with cold eyes, but could not find a trace of a person.

"Rat!"

Kang Youyuan shouted sharply, but he was on high alert.

Such methods are not something a disciple would use.

But so far he has not seen any ambush, as if he has been played for a fool.

Three ancient bronze shields suddenly appeared around him, spinning rapidly around his body and circling back and forth in the air several times. In the end, he could only let out a reluctant roar and transform into a blood-red light, rushing towards the Mingxia stronghold.

Deep in the dense forest, withered leaves trembled slightly.

Zhao Wuji's figure blended into the shadow, his breath almost stopped, and he felt the immense pressure suddenly sweeping over his head, making his mind tense.

Only after the terrifying spiritual power above his head had dissipated did he slowly exhale a breath of stale air.

"Seventh or perhaps eighth level of Qi Refining?"

He secretly made his assessment.

Although the pressure was strong, it was not as powerful as the spiritual power of Peak Master Hua before his breakthrough, and it should not exceed the ninth level.

But now, the other party is lingering and refusing to leave, which is just asking for trouble.

His fingertips lightly traced the sword token at his waist, like a venomous snake lurking in wait.

If this continues, the advantage will remain solely on his side. Once the elder of the cave arrives, the other side will find it difficult to act aggressively.

He continued to hide in the forest, holding two source crystals in his hands. He was restoring his depleted spiritual power while maintaining his invisibility. Waves of blue light flowed around him like water ripples, perfectly blending his aura into the mountains and forests.

About half an hour later, a startling sound, like a thunderclap, suddenly exploded from the distance, making people's hearts tighten and the earth tremble slightly.

Zhao Wuji, who was leisurely resting, was startled awake and immediately jumped up to the treetop to look into the distance.

Several streaks of light flashed past from that direction; one fled swiftly, while the other two gave chase.

"The elders of Dongtian have arrived?"

Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat, and he sensed the fleeing aura from afar, which was the same powerful aura that had swept over his head earlier.

Just moments ago they were full of arrogance, but now they flee like stray dogs being chased.

The two elders from their own family then chased after them.

He squinted and looked into the distance, and suddenly a blinding spiritual light burst forth from where the three figures were entangled.

A piercing scream tore through the sky, and the gray light fell into the forest like a bird with broken wings.

Just as the two elders were about to press their advantage, a towering gray mist suddenly rose from the mountains below, enveloping their figures.

"not good!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

Wherever the mist passed, the towering ancient trees crumbled and collapsed in the blink of an eye, like wax meeting a raging fire.

Although the two elders managed to raise their protective spiritual light in time, the light shield had been corroded and was flickering, as if it had been defiled.

"So he got away?"

Zhao Wuji frowned, watching as the enemy elder vanished into the earth's veins without a trace.

His eyes flashed, and he made a hand gesture.

The guiding technique circulated smoothly, and the earth's energy was instantly and clearly perceived.

In the distance, a gray line, like a wounded venomous snake, meanders underground.

"What a cunning old fox!"

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes, a murderous intent flashing within them, but he eventually managed to conceal it.

That's it.

The less trouble, the better.

After all, the opponent was an old monster at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Even if he was injured, he could not easily defeat him. On the contrary, he might make things worse.

He was about to turn and leave when he suddenly stopped:
"what?"

The aura within the earth veins defied all logic, not fleeing towards the Cloud Phoenix Cave Heaven, but instead stealthily heading towards the territory of the Linlang Cave Heaven!

This old monster is clearly betting on the "blind spot," thinking that the most dangerous place is actually the safest.

Although this move was risky, it truly hit the nail on the head regarding human nature.

In the distance, two elder figures, like streaks of light, searched in all directions, but did not look back the way they came.

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes as he slowly stroked the sword token at his waist with his fingertips.

"The later stages of Qi elicitation are indeed tricky."

He stared at the approaching, winding gray line in the earth's veins, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

At this moment, the enemy is in the open while we are in the dark. If we can launch a surprise attack when this old monster passes by, and use the powerful sword energy sealed within the sword token to severely injure him...
The mere commotion of taking action would surely provoke the two elders to rush to their aid.

If this move succeeds, he will kill the enemy and gain merit; if it fails, he is confident that he can escape unscathed using his invisibility technique.
A bluish light flowed around Zhao Wuji's body as he used the Invisibility Technique, and his figure disappeared into the shadow of the ancient tree like a ghost, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Since this old monster dared to go against the grain, he should have expected that he would be more likely to capsize in the dark.

"Since they are relentlessly pursuing us, let's send them to reunite the father and son."

Zhao Wuji wandered through the mountains and forests, searching for the underground aura that meandered like a wounded gray snake.

Suddenly, he hid behind an ancient pine tree, lying motionless, holding the sword token in his hand, feeling the sword energy sealed within tremble slightly as if it had a spirit.

This sword energy was originally a life-saving opportunity bestowed upon each general by the cave heaven; it was a sword energy comparable to a full-force strike from a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

It's perfect for this situation.
(End of this chapter)