Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 170, Episode 192: Soul-Controlled Cave Master, Heavenly Master (Bonus Chapter 3232 for Monthly Tickets)

"what!!"

Under Zhao Wuji's intrusion of divine sense, Wei Ding, the master of the White Bone Cave, clutched his head and screamed in agony as his figure plummeted rapidly into the forest below.

The black blood seeping from his seven orifices meandered like earthworms on his withered face. He staggered and crashed into three ancient pine trees below before barely managing to come to a stop.

At this moment, the turbid energy churning in his sea of ​​consciousness was like a bone-deep ulcer, corroding the core of his divine sense with honeycomb-like holes.

"Why should Master Wei struggle?"

Zhao Wuji's figure 'whooshed' as he transformed into the wind and stepped on leaves.

"Kid, you're being too aggressive!"

The cultivator turned his head with a ferocious grin, suddenly spitting out his life essence blood, and three hundred Soul-Devouring Needles of Ten Thousand Bones instantly swelled and flew out.

Each bone needle's surface displays a distorted, painful face, and the needles shoot out with a sonic boom that sounds like ghostly wails.

The seven main needles in the front row even transformed into an infant's arm, with foul-smelling ghost fire swirling between its fingers and claws.

"Little tricks!"

Zhao Wuji pointed his sword out from under his purple robe, and in an instant, the Cold Soul Flying Sword transformed into seventy-two sword threads that swirled around like swimming fish, subtly matching the arrangement of the stars in the heavens.

Each sword thread trailed a trail of extremely cold frost at its end.

A constantly shrinking net of swords is woven in the air.

He casually set up the Ice River Sword Formation!

"Clang, clang, clang!" The sword threads and bone needles collided, producing a crisp sound like jade chimes.

The bone needles that were flung away eroded the surrounding ancient trees, creating holes the size of bowls.

The intercepted sword threads instantly froze within a radius of more than ten feet, forming a crystalline ice net between the two.

"Die youngster!"

Seeing that the Soul-Devouring Needles were useless, Wei Ding roared and sprang up, causing the remaining human bone prayer beads around his neck to explode.

Eighteen blood-red skeletons suddenly materialized from the bone dust, each with ghostly green flames flickering in its eye sockets. The ghostly figures formed a formation and rushed towards Zhao Wuji, causing a howling wind to rise.

Zhao Wuji neither dodged nor avoided. In the instant he suddenly made a hand seal, his eyes shone brightly with a dark light, and a gust of cold wind rose up to protect him.

Awe-inspiring power that penetrates the netherworld!
Before the blood skull could even get close, it was blasted apart into clusters of phosphorescent fire with a series of "bangs".

"Whoosh!"

The seventy-two ice-soul sword threads suddenly converged.

They intertwined in the air to form a dazzling net of ice crystals, instantly enveloping the Lord of the White Bone Cave.

Each sword thread gleamed with a cold, dark blue light, as thin as a hair yet as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Wherever it passed, even the air was frozen into fine frost patterns.

The white bone shield surrounding the main body of the White Bone Cave was instantly cut by the ice crystals, shattering inch by inch.

His body suddenly froze as the spreading ice climbed up inch by inch, quickly covering his emaciated body with a translucent ice shell.

"Killing you is easy, but capturing you will take some effort."

Zhao Wuji secretly cast a spell using talisman water in his sleeve.

A wisp of clear water instantly drew a talisman in the void, silently mixing with the phosphorescent fire, spreading like water mist, and entering Wei Ding's nasal cavity with his breath.

"You!" Wei Ding suddenly froze, clutching his throat, feeling as if a million ants were crawling into his brain.

His eyes gleamed, and he frantically made hand seals, trying to force out the foreign object.

But then Zhao Wuji pointed his sword and said, "Use the path to the underworld, with talismanic water as the medium! Rise!"

"Crack!"

Wei Ding screamed in agony as his right arm suddenly snapped back uncontrollably, the bone piercing through his flesh and heading straight for his heart.

The old demon was immediately filled with shock and rage, and hurriedly pressed his right arm down with his left hand.

The two forces clashed within his body, causing the bone bells hanging on his body to jingle.

Enjoy it!

Zhao Wuji chuckled and suddenly flicked his sleeve, sending out three Spirit-Eating Insect Kings.

The blood-red runes on the insect carapace gleamed eerily in the sunlight; they were from a special individual that he had soaked in a blood pool using a rune water technique.

This insect king was created by him in imitation of the Bloodline Curse.

Although it cannot truly achieve the same effect as the Bloodline Curse, it can be used in conjunction with the Netherworld Talisman Pill to enhance the control over Yin spirits.

"Buzz!!"

Wei Ding's eyes were bloodshot as he watched the insect king burrow into his seven orifices.

It rushes straight to the heart along the blood vessels, causing worm-like bulges to appear along the way.

The moment it burrows into the heart, the entire heart suddenly convulses violently within the chest cavity.

What was pumped out was no longer fresh blood, but a black liquid mixed with insect eggs.

"Ugh—!"

A heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out.

The last line of defense was quickly breached, and the spirit-connecting talisman drawn by the talisman water in his body quickly transformed into countless runes that spread out, enveloping his spirit and forming chains of runes that forcibly bound his spirit.

"Boom!!"

A deafening roar suddenly came from the mountain.

Yan Lan's Blazing Sun Wheel clashed with Xuanxiao Cave Master's Starlight Sword, and the resulting spiritual pressure shredded the cliffs and boulders into dust.

Zhao Wuji scanned the battlefield with his divine sense.

Seeing that General Gu Xiu's broken spear was causing the Supreme Cave Master Bai Chengshang to vomit blood.

He immediately ran his fingers along Wei Ding's brow, the master of the White Bone Cave: "Stop!"

The moment a wisp of turbid yellow energy was drawn from Wei Ding's crown, the old demon trembled violently.

At this moment, his sea of ​​consciousness had already suffered severe damage, not to mention the injuries on his body.

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly, "Don't be afraid, you are more useful to me when you are alive."

As a doctor, I'll treat your wounds first!

With a series of hand seals, he used his medical skills to quickly heal the White Bone Cave Master's injuries.

The White Bone Cave Master's eyes flickered rapidly, and the bound spirits finally began to feel fear.

What kind of monster is this kid?!
After the White Bone Cave Master's physical injuries were healed, the damage to his spiritual consciousness, including the core of his divine sense, was not so easy to recover from.

He immediately waved his sleeve, telling the other party to leave first so he could go heal his wounds, and that he would come looking for him later.

"Yes!"

After receiving his orders, Wei Ding, the master of the White Bone Cave, quickly departed on his escape light.

"The spiritual energy depletion is still within acceptable limits."

Zhao Wuji felt the depletion of his spiritual energy. He immediately mobilized the spiritual energy within his Pot Heaven space to quickly replenish and recover.

This is also his advantage.

In a spiritless environment, one can absorb a wave of spiritual energy from the Pot Heaven space to recover, as if one were in a cave heaven.

However, it would be best to replenish the spiritual energy of the Pot Heaven space afterward to prevent it from being affected in its development.

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Wuji transformed into a sword light and soared into the sky.

They quickly headed straight for the battlefield above.

The Frost Soul Flying Sword burst forth with streaks of silver light in the air, like silver ribbons, stirring up a white radiance, like a dragon and snake twisting and turning, piercing straight for the back of the Xuanxiao Cave Master who was entangled with Yan Lan.

"careful!"

The Flame Spirit Ancestor's Crimson Flame Dragon suddenly appeared and intercepted them.

Zhao Wuji sneered, and with a wave of his sleeve, the Pot Heaven space suddenly unfolded.

The fire dragon plunged into the void for twenty feet, and when it reappeared, it turned around and crashed into the Supreme Cave Master.

This fleeting movement looked as if Zhao Wuji had simply waved his sleeve, causing the fire dragon to change direction and swirl away.

"What the hell?!"

The Supreme Cave Master hastily dodged, but the Xuan Tian Seal, the magical artifact protecting his body, was instantly blasted open by the fire dragon, and his robe was charred black in an instant.

With a 'clang', the Shadow Flying Sword was seized by the ancient Taoist's Spirit Binding Rope.

He looked at Zhao Wuji in shock and anger, only to see that this former "spy" had once again mobilized the Frost Flying Sword to attack.

"go!"

Suddenly, Ancestor Yanling crushed a Fire Escape Pearl, his body transforming into a stream of fire. Despite his fiery body, he was pierced through by General Gu Xiu's spear and vanished like a stray flame in an instant.

Upon seeing this, the Xuanxiao Cave Master gritted his teeth and spat out his essence blood. The Starlight Sword burst forth with dazzling light, and taking advantage of the moment when everyone was dazzled, it transformed into a rainbow light and escaped.

Upon seeing this, the Supreme Cave Master also decided to flee.

"Where to go!"

Yan Lan's crimson eyes blazed like flames, and the Fiery Sun Wheel suddenly split into nine fiery rings, which coiled around the Supreme Cave Master like chains.

The ancient seal script character "封" (Feng) appeared on the surface of the fire ring, clearly indicating that it was infused with the power of sealing and suppressing.

At the same time, Zhao Wuji's divine sense surged forth like a tide.

The dual-core divine consciousness condensed into two blood-red demonic swords, one on the left and one on the right, stabbing towards Bai Chengshang, instantly colliding with his divine consciousness.

Bai Chengshang groaned, feeling a corrosive pain in his brain, and suddenly let out a furious roar.

"You forced me!"

With a "crackling" sound, the Xuan Tian Seal suddenly expanded, and astonishing cracks appeared on its surface. Dazzling spiritual light flashed from the cracks, and the two characters "Supreme" at the bottom of the seal burst out with dazzling blood light, smashing fiercely towards everyone.

He actually self-destructed his natal magic weapon!

"boom!!!"

The violent spiritual pressure crushed the rocks within a radius of tens of feet into dust, and the blazing fire ring was blasted away.

General Gu Xiu's broken spear was also deflected three inches by the shockwave, grazing Bai Chengshang's neck and creating a cloud of blood mist.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, Bai Chengshang wrapped his mangled body with the Shadow Sword and simultaneously crushed a purple-gold talisman from his sleeve.

The moment the talisman burned, its spiritual light flowed like an inverted Milky Way, instantly enveloping his figure before he vanished in an instant.

"The Mysterious Heavenly Escape Talisman?!"

Yan Lan's pupils constricted sharply, and she gasped, quickly recalling the Blazing Sun Wheel.

"It turns out to be the legendary talisman of the Xuantian Sect, a branch of the Celestial Masters Sect. After the Xuantian Sect was destroyed three hundred years ago, this talisman has long since disappeared from the world."

The ancient Taoist priest was surprised as he put away the Spirit-Binding Rope, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his gaunt face.

The fact that such a powerful ancient sect could produce such a treasure suggests that there must be another secret behind the Supreme Grotto-Heaven.

"The Xuantian Sect, a branch of the Celestial Masters sect?"

Zhao Wuji sheathed the trembling Cold Soul Sword, his divine sense sweeping over the remaining traces of spiritual energy fluctuations, a chill creeping into his heart.

This talisman's speed of escape far surpasses that of ordinary escape techniques.

The fact that Wushang Cave Heaven could obtain such things from an ancient sect suggests that it may have unearthed a branch of the Celestial Masters sect somewhere.

He couldn't help but think of the Supreme Relic of the Wushang Sect, the [Mysterious Star Cloud Pattern Bowl], which he had found in the past.

The message recorded in the bowl reads: "Absorb the three luminaries to refine the form, absorb the six energies to transform essence, and attain the supreme method."

Although the whole text only reveals the surface meaning, it does involve the essence of refining the three luminaries: the sun, moon, and stars.

It does resemble the legendary Zhanggong Dew-Collecting Plate built during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, which attempted to communicate with the essence of heaven and earth through the object.

"Although the Celestial Masters sect was formed at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, its founder Zhang Daoling once went to Sichuan to refine the 'Nine Heavens Divine Elixir,' and his alchemical ideas may have been influenced by alchemists such as Li Shaojun and Luan Da during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han."

Information recorded in ancient alchemical texts surfaced in Zhao Wuji's mind.

"Furthermore, the medium-like function of the altar and talismans in the Celestial Masters' rituals is similar to the principle of 'interaction between Heaven and Man' symbolized by the dew-collecting plate."

"Wuji, are you alright? Didn't I tell you to leave first? Why did you come back? That White Bone Cave Master hurt you."

At this moment, Yan Lan's voice came, pulling Zhao Wuji back to reality.

"Oh, Senior Uncle, I'm fine."

Zhao Wuji looked at Yan Lan, who was dressed in fiery red, and quickly smiled and shook his head, "I have already driven away the White Bone Cave Master. After all, that old guy is only at the early stage of the Condensation Realm, and he is also timid!"

Yan Lan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but frowned and said, "You were still too reckless. However, being able to defeat the White Bone Cave Master in your first battle does indeed show your exceptional talent!"

She rarely offered a compliment, but then looked around and said, "It's a pity these old guys are all too cunning; they all ran away faster than the last when things turned bad!"

"After all, they are all people who have cultivated for a hundred years."

Zhao Wuji sighed.

However, his divine sense had already struck Bai Chengshang.

Even if Bai Chengshang could withstand the wisp of Heavenly Tribulation power contained in his divine consciousness, he would still suffer.

"Let's go back to the White Bone Cave Master, join forces with Zhi Xia, and work together from within and without to go to the Supreme Cave Heaven again and subdue Bai Chengshang as well."

Zhao Wuji rubbed his temples, his gaze involuntarily turning to the ancient Taoist cultivator who was already exchanging words with Yan Lan, a strange feeling creeping into his heart.

"When did my senior uncle establish a relationship with these two ancient cultivators under Huang Shang? It seems they were prepared for this and joined forces?"

"Lord Yan, we have completed our mission and expressed our lord's sincerity. As for Zhang Sichen..."

The ancient Taoist priest glanced at Zhao Wuji with his turbid eyes and said calmly, "If he makes a comeback and causes trouble for Linlang Cave Heaven, my master will also help him out."

General Gu Xiu said in a deep voice, "Now is the time for you to show your sincerity, otherwise the lord will not allow you to consult the 'Wanshou Daozang'."

"What?" Zhao Wuji exclaimed in surprise, looking at Yan Lan and asking, "Uncle-Master, what kind of deal did you make with them?"

P.S.: Map of the Nine Provinces in the End Times

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