Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 171, pages 193-194: The Inner Landscape of the Yellow Court, the Difficulty of Forming the Golden Core, Advancing to Cave Master, The Changes in the Southern Heaven (Two chapters combined, please subscribe)

"Wuji, you've already reached the Nascent Soul Realm. If your senior uncle doesn't work harder, I'm afraid not only will he be left behind by Junior Sister Hua, but he might even be overtaken by you."

Yan Lan suddenly transmitted her voice to Zhao Wuji, her crimson robes fluttering in the wind, and said.

"Are you familiar with the 'Internal Landscape Spirit Refining Technique' recorded in the 'Huangting Neijing'?"

"The Yellow Court Inner Classic?" Zhao Wuji was taken aback.

He had certainly read the ancient handwritten copy of the Inner Canon of Medicine.

However, it was an ancient book that only roughly explained the basic principles, but it did not record any cultivation methods or techniques.

It's like a 'booklet' describing the function of a pill, but without a 'recipe' for making it.

Yan Lan continued to transmit her voice, "In this degenerate age, spiritual energy is depleted, and it is already extremely difficult for ordinary people to condense their spirit."

People like us, with our exceptional spiritual talents, could easily cultivate to the Golden Core stage during the heyday of abundant spiritual energy.

However, nowadays, it is extremely difficult to condense the Golden Elixir according to common sense.

However, the Daoist canon in Huang Shang's hands records an ancient method for opening the Yellow Court secret realm within the body.

"Master Yan!"

Just then, the ancient Taoist priest suddenly interrupted their telepathic communication.

"Don't break the rules. We adults have only reached a cooperation agreement with you."

Yan Lan nodded slightly upon hearing this, and looked at the Taoist and the general, saying, "Thank you both for your help this time. You can report back to your master that I will go to Yizhou in the East Sea after I have settled the various matters of Linlang Cave Heaven."

"it is good!"

The two ancient cultivators were quite straightforward; they bowed and greeted Yan Lan.

He glanced at Zhao Wuji, nodded slightly to show respect, and then steered the spirit boat away.

"Ancient cultivators are truly generous. Two people traveling together need to take a spirit boat. How many source crystals must that consume?"
It seems that the travel habits from the Song Dynasty haven't been changed yet.

Zhao Wuji watched the two ancient cultivators leave, feeling a mix of emotions.

The two men had just nodded to him, which made him feel extra respected.

Before breaking through to the Concentration Realm, he probably wouldn't even glance at him.

Yan Lan's crimson robe billowed in the wind like a burning flame as she watched the two ancient cultivators depart, her eyes reflecting the churning sea of ​​clouds, as if she were deep in thought.

A moment later, she turned to look at Zhao Wuji, her voice low and solemn:
"Unfettered, in this world of declining Dharma, level four spiritual veins are extremely rare."

She looked slightly tired as she said, "Even a powerful immortal cultivation clan like the Wang family in Beiyun Dizhou can seal some of the fourth-level spiritual veins with a secret array, but that's just prolonging their existence."

She sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

"These spiritual veins are all legacies forcibly left behind by their ancestors, Nascent Soul cultivators, who fought desperately against the end of the Dharma era using evil methods such as blood sacrifice and sealing... Not to mention outsiders, even collateral branches of the clan cannot even dream of touching them!"

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze darkening slightly upon hearing this.

"Does Master Uncle mean... that even with a level three spiritual vein, it's difficult to form a Golden Core?"

Yan Lan scoffed: "A level three spiritual vein? Ha... Its purity is barely enough."

But nowadays, which grotto-heaven doesn't consider spiritual veins its lifeblood? Forget about using you to break through; they'd fight to the death for even a single extra breath of spiritual energy!

She flicked her sleeve, her tone growing colder.

"In this world... it's no longer a matter of 'those who are destined will obtain it,' but rather 'those with power will seize it'!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji nodded in agreement.

The various immortal cultivation forces that still exist today are all complaining that their own spiritual veins are not enough.

Protect it like a precious gem, and try every means to delay its depletion.

Why would they lend it to outsiders to absorb spiritual energy and break through to higher levels?

Even if they were to be used, it would be reserved for their own most promising disciples who were confident of making breakthroughs, in order to consolidate the inheritance of their power and deter external forces.

The Linglang Cave Heaven currently only has two first-level spiritual veins, barely enough to supply two early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

Yan Lan was already at the mid-stage of the Concentration Realm, and even if they were squeezed together in the Linglang Cave, they could barely maintain their progress at a snail's pace.

But that's about it.

With the current purity of spiritual energy in a first-level spiritual vein, it's simply impossible to cultivate to the Golden Core stage.

But thinking of the ancient cultivator Huang Chang, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but advise, "What my senior uncle says makes sense, but Huang Chang is, after all, an old monster from a thousand years ago, whose methods are unpredictable and treacherous. Cooperating with him is no different from asking a tiger for its skin."

"In this degenerate age, resources are scarce, and even the original copy of the *Huangting Jing* has been broken into fragments. Many have been lost to the annals of history."

Yan Lan glanced at Zhao Wuji sideways, "In this kind of world, seeking stability means either not advancing or regressing. In the future, you will only be devoured by stronger people or sit and wait for death."

Do you think your senior brother is someone who will just sit and wait to die?

Zhao Wuji was speechless.

"Huang Shang also has his needs; he's not in the right state of mind."

Yan Lan shook his head with his hands behind his back and said, "A thousand years ago, he may have already cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage, but he noticed that the spiritual energy began to decline at the end of the Song Dynasty, making it difficult to break through and even causing his realm to become unstable. Therefore, he resolutely sealed himself away."

Otherwise, even if he had cultivated to a state of being half-human and half-puppet, he would not have been able to survive to this day.

But before he could live to see the period of spiritual energy revival predicted by the divination, he was unexpectedly awakened.

She paused, then continued, "Now, all he's racking his brains to find is a few random moves he made back then to restore his strength and prolong his life."

But the world today is vastly different from that of the Song Dynasty; it is nothing like the scene of a thousand years ago.
These ancient beings, half-human and half-puppet, now have to be extremely careful even when stepping out of the sealed area, so naturally they need to find some errand runners.”

"I didn't expect Huang Chang to have cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage before. It seems that with the decline of Dharma, his strength and realm have fallen."

Zhao Wuji sighed.

Yan Lan snorted, "If I were born in the Song Dynasty, I could also reach the Nascent Soul stage. As long as resources are plentiful and spiritual veins are abundant, forming a Nascent Soul would be a piece of cake."

Zhao Wuji was speechless.

Upon closer reflection, it does indeed make sense.

With Yan Lan's exceptional spiritual talent, even in an era of flourishing spiritual energy, she would be cultivated to the standard of true disciples or even Dao children of various sects, and her probability of cultivating into a Nascent Soul cultivator would be very high.

However, in this degenerate age, even attaining the Golden Elixir requires immense effort and exhaustion.

Not to mention Yan Lan, aren't Zhang Sichen and others the same?

Born in the wrong era.

"Let's go back first. We taught them a lesson this time, and the environment of Linglang Cave Heaven will be safe for at least the next ten years or so. Only Zhang Sichen is a threat."

Yan Lan turned around with a flick of her sleeve and said, "However, you have now reached the Nascent Soul Realm, and Huang Shang promised me that if Zhang Sichen makes a comeback, he will not stand idly by. I can now entrust the Linglang Cave Heaven to you with peace of mind."

“Uncle-Master.” Zhao Wuji looked up.

Yan Lan suddenly turned her head, a mocking smile curving her red lips: "What? With that expression, do you think your senior uncle shouldn't leave?"

She lightly tapped Zhao Wuji's chest with her finger, the force neither too light nor too heavy: "Hua Qingshuang has already run off to the Xuanming Dynasty. If your senior uncle doesn't leave soon, are you going to drag each other down in this shallow place and be trapped in the Condensation Realm for the rest of your lives?"

Yan Lan shook her head, "You will leave in the future, but you also need to hand over the Linlang Cave Heaven to a reliable person to manage it, and not let it fall into disrepair."

In this degenerate age, this is the last remaining foundation. Even if resources are lacking, it is still a way out.

Zhao Wuji listened to Yan Lan's advice and nodded in agreement.

Although Linlang Cave Heaven only has two first-level spiritual veins, it is still a rare resource in the Dharma-ending Age and a safe haven.

If one day I suffer a major setback while away from home, I must return to this safe haven to recover and make a comeback.

Otherwise, the outside world is a barren environment, and places with resources have long been occupied by powerful forces. How can one lie low and recover, let alone make a comeback?

"However, once my Celestial Realm expands to several thousand feet in the future, it won't be impossible to directly take away the spiritual veins of the grotto-heavens, and then I won't have to stay stuck in one place."

Zhao Wuji thought to himself.

Yan Lan then said, "Uncle, let me tell you about the wonders of the Yellow Court Classic in opening up the Yellow Court Secret Realm within the human body."

This is why I cooperated with Huang Shang. If we could obtain this method, we could quickly achieve the Golden Core stage without needing too many resources.

The foundation will be shallower than that of an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, requiring more resources to replenish it later, but it will still be much easier than when one is in the Spirit Condensation Realm.”

"Oh?"

Zhao Wuji, intrigued, flew alongside Yan Lan, inhaling the rich fragrance emanating from his senior master beside him, and said, "Didn't those two ancient cultivators say they couldn't reveal it?"

"You idiot."

Yan Lan rolled her eyes with a charming smile, "They're not here now, so what's the point of your senior uncle telling you? Do you still want to hear it?"

"Listen, Master Uncle, please speak quickly."

Yan Lan snorted softly and began to explain, “Traditional cultivation relies on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but in the Dharma-ending Age, spiritual energy is scarce, making it difficult for cultivators to break through.”

The *Huangting Jing* takes a different approach, believing that "the human body is the universe," and that as long as one develops their own potential, one can still attain enlightenment.

“This is somewhat similar to the Martial Dao Immortal lineage, both advocating the cultivation of the human microcosm.” Zhao Wuji’s heart stirred, and he continued to listen.

"This method activates the body's potential through introspection and meditation."

Constructing a microcosm within the body, also known as the 'Huangting Secret Realm'.

This secret realm is like an independent little world, unaffected by the depletion of spiritual energy in the outside world.

Cultivators can simulate the workings of the Heavenly Dao within their bodies, relying on their own essence, qi, and spirit to generate and transform, causing the Golden Core to condense naturally.

“This method.” A glint flashed in Zhao Wuji’s eyes.

This secret realm cultivation method seems very suitable for him to use in cultivating the Pot Heaven Space.

If one treats the Pot Heaven Space as a secret realm of the Yellow Court for cultivation, can one also condense a golden core?

Could we even open up another secret realm and gain another Golden Core cultivator?
As his thoughts wandered, he heard Yan Lan sigh, "Unfortunately, the golden elixir condensed in this way is limited by the poor foundation of the human body, and the resulting golden elixir is also very small."

In a normal visualization, the Golden Elixir is initially the size of a pigeon egg.

This kind of golden core, which condenses itself in the Yellow Court Secret Realm, might only be the size of a soybean, and its magical power and foundation are vastly different.

"Soybeans compared to pigeon eggs?" Zhao Wuji asked in surprise. "The difference must be dozens of times."

"Not bad!"

Yan Lan nodded, "But it is still a Golden Core after all. It possesses the power of a Golden Core, which has undergone a qualitative change and was achieved quickly. The only thing it lacks is its foundation."

However, one's foundation can be further enhanced by gathering resources, thus rapidly strengthening the Golden Core.

"At least when you possess the power of a Golden Core cultivator, gathering resources is much easier and safer than when you're in the Spirit Condensation Realm."

"It turns out that the strategy is to get on the train first and then buy the ticket. You can even buy a standing ticket first, make more money, and then buy a seat ticket. At least it's faster than running to get there."

Zhao Wuji nodded, gradually understanding Yan Lan's line of thought, and a flash of inspiration struck him.

"Opening the Yellow Court Secret Realm within the human body is ultimately limited by the constraints of the physical body; the essence, energy, and spirit cannot support the condensation of the Great Elixir. However, if the Pot Heaven space is refined into a secret realm..."

He lightly stroked his cuff with his fingers, his divine sense sweeping across the small world of twenty zhang in diameter.

"This space can absorb the spiritual energy of mountains and rivers. If refined using the secret methods of the *Huang Ting Jing*, a golden elixir can be formed."

Before I could finish my thoughts, I suddenly heard the sound of clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Once my master finds this method and truly attains the Golden Core, he can secretly pass it on to you behind Huang Shang's back."

Yan Lan's robes fluttered in the wind as she turned back and chuckled, "Consider this a reward for your tireless efforts in administering acupuncture to my master."

"Thank you, Senior Uncle. The Eastern Sea Yizhou is extremely dangerous. Please be careful in the future."

Zhao Wuji felt a warmth in his heart and quickly bowed in gratitude.

Although Master Yan was as Huafeng said, with an extreme and fierce personality, and ruthless and even unscrupulous in his actions, people still had nothing to say about him.

The two quickly flew back to the Linglang Cave.

In the days that followed, the Linglang Cave Heaven once again experienced a change of power.

With Yan Lan's strong support, Zhao Wuji was chosen as the cave master and began to perform the duties of the cave master.

The news of his breakthrough to the Concentration Realm spread like wildfire throughout the cave.

No one questioned the result at the time, and everyone expressed their acceptance and compliance.

In the world of cultivation, strength and cultivation level ultimately determine everything.

Since Zhao Wuji has broken through to the Condensation Realm, there is no problem for him to be directly elected as the Cave Master.

If it were in the past, some elders who had been poisoned by the Mind-Bewitching Curse would probably have expressed doubts.

But in the past year, even the dragon vein was repaired by Zhao Wuji, and this great achievement is an undeniable qualification.

As long as I lead Dongtian towards positive development, no one will question me.

Three days later, after Zhao Wuji had become fully familiar with the operation of the power, Yan Lan quietly left in the middle of the night, leaving only a communication jade talisman on the table in the cave master's hall.

The jade talisman contained only a few words, instructing Zhao Wuji to carefully guard the foundation of the grotto heaven.

We'll discuss the next steps after she finds the secret method of the "Huang Ting Jing".

"My senior uncle has also passed away. He left so suddenly that he didn't even let me give him the final acupuncture."

"Now I have the strength to barely have one, and as for my status, although I am nominally the cave master, it is actually an awkward position, as I am subject to the control of the Xuanming Dynasty."
As for fame, it's practically unknown.

Inside the octagonal pavilion on the main peak of Linlang, Zhao Wuji, dressed in a black robe of the cave master, sat beside the cave master's table, pondering as he looked at the map of the Great Wilderness and the Nine Provinces spread out before him.

"Being unknown is good; keeping a low profile is the way to survive in the apocalypse. Nobody will care about you."

He stroked the map, his fingertips pausing slightly at the southern position before slowly sliding towards the direction of Beiyun Dizhou, and shook his head slightly.

Too far.

He had been thinking of visiting the Xuanming Dynasty sometime, but the distance was quite far and would consume a lot of spiritual energy. "I should first take control of the situation in Tiannan and allocate sufficient resources."

Zhao Wuji closed his eyes and concentrated, using the Dream Marriage Technique to sense the state of the White Bone Cave Master, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

The ghostly spirit of the White Bone Cave Master has been struggling desperately these past few days, but how can it break free from his control?

They had no choice but to obey his orders, restore their divine core, and await his summons to activate it.

He took out the communication jade talisman used to contact Nan Zhixia and sent her a message using his divine sense.

Lately, he has been contacting Nan Zhixia from time to time, reminding her to be careful and to leave Wushang Cave for a while.

After all, the Supreme Cave Master Bai Chengshang had already been injured by him.

If the other party suspects that there was a problem with the process of Nan Zhixia giving him the Bewitching Pill, and takes their anger out on Zhixia, then Nan Zhixia may be in danger.

Fortunately, Nan Zhixia had already broken through to the late stage of Qi Induction four months ago.

Over the past year, following his instructions, he used an improved version of the Tongyou Talisman Pill to control many disciples in the cave heavens and turn them into confidants, thus creating a breach in the Supreme Cave Heaven.

Now everything is ready, we are just waiting for the right opportunity.

"If we can deal with the Supreme Cave Master Bai Chengshang, we can directly support Zhixia to secure her position as the Supreme Cave Master."

"If the Supreme Grotto-Heaven truly received some inheritance from the Xuan Tian Sect, a branch of the Celestial Masters Sect, then it will also be mine."

Zhao Wuji suppressed his thoughts and flicked his sleeves.

Array flags flew out from the Pot Heaven space and spread out all around.

With a few hand seals, they set up a spirit-gathering array.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the spirit-gathering array, beginning to absorb the spiritual energy flowing in from all directions and channeling it into his meridians.

However, two hours later...

Zhao Wuji was surrounded by a misty aura, yet it was mixed and impure, like a murky stream.

Under the introspection of divine sense, the newly condensed spiritual power was like gold dust mixed with sand, floating and undulating in the dantian.

It has always been difficult to completely integrate with the dual-core divine consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Sure enough."

He opened his eyes and sighed inwardly; this was a sign of insufficient spiritual energy purity.

In the past, during the Qi Refining stage, with the help of Golden Goblet Spirit Wine and the Sobering Stone, he could condense three strands of spiritual power in a single day.

However, in the later stages of Qi Refining cultivation, the purer the spiritual energy becomes, and the higher the difficulty of cultivation.

Now, having entered the realm of concentration, we strive for even greater excellence.

Because the spiritual power cultivated needs to be used to nourish and strengthen the divine consciousness.

Every strand of spiritual energy needs to be tempered and purified in the sea of ​​consciousness before it can be condensed into divine consciousness.

This requires a very high concentration of spiritual energy to be condensed.

The mixed spiritual energy of a first-level spiritual vein was once sufficient for Qi Induction stage cultivation.

Now that he is cultivating in the Concentration Realm, he may need to spend an entire day to refine a qualified spiritual energy, which can then nourish and nurture a trace of divine consciousness.

Based on this calculation, to break through to the middle stage of the Concentration Realm, excluding other daily activities or occasional outings, one would need to sit in meditation for at least ten years!
"In this degenerate age, even shallow ponds cannot nurture true dragons. I used to think my senior uncle was exaggerating, but now that I'm cultivating myself, I truly understand how difficult it is."

Zhao Wuji stared at the golden spiritual energy in his dantian, feeling a sense of awe.

If the spiritual energy of a first-level spiritual vein is not pure enough, it is like brewing wine with turbid water. Even with top-quality spiritual grains, it is difficult to brew a mellow and fragrant wine.

Cultivators need to spend a lot of time repeatedly purifying the impure spiritual energy before they can condense a strand of pure spiritual power.

This purified spiritual energy needs to be used to nourish and strengthen the divine consciousness. Only when the essence, energy, and spirit all reach their peak can they be fused together to condense the purest golden elixir.

However, if the spiritual energy is not pure, it is difficult to even nourish the divine consciousness, let alone condense the elixir.

With the help of guiding techniques, the Golden Goblet Spirit Wine, and the sobering stone, my cultivation speed has far surpassed that of my senior uncle and the peak master. Even so, if I cultivate step by step, it will take at least ten years to break through.

He shook his head slightly, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.

"No wonder my master and the peak master saw no hope of attaining the Golden Core stage in the Linglang Cave Heaven."

In this degenerate age, spiritual practice is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind.

He calmed his mind, closed his eyes again, and focused his attention. He performed a hand seal to circulate the guiding energy, and the spiritual energy around him flowed slowly into his meridians like a gentle stream.

Five hours passed, and the sky outside the window had turned from dusk to night.

Zhao Wuji finally opened his eyes, a flash of brilliance in them.

"call--"

He let out a long sigh and lightly touched his brow with his fingertips.

A wisp of pure spiritual energy, like a silver thread, flowed into the dantian's illusory core, then nourished the sea of ​​consciousness, strengthening a trace of divine sense.

The entire process is like distillation and purification in winemaking, requiring repeated refinement to obtain even a trace of essence.

“Too slow”

He rose, flicked his sleeves, and stood by the window with his hands behind his back, gazing at the cold moonlight over Cold Moon Peak, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Suddenly, he felt the sound transmission jade talisman at his waist vibrate slightly, and a wisp of spiritual light flowed around it.

Nan Zhixia's voice came from within, carrying a hint of caution and concern:
"Wuji, I have listened to your advice and left the Supreme Grotto-heaven, temporarily taking refuge in a hidden underwater palace at the bottom of the Yunmeng River."

A trusted confidant recently reported that Bai Chengshang appears to be injured, yet he continues to frequently mobilize his disciples, seemingly plotting something in secret… This man is cunning and extremely shrewd. If you intend to attack the Supreme Grotto-Heaven, you must be extremely cautious!”

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, pondering, "Bai Chengshang... what is he guarding against?"

His eyes flickered slightly, then he made a hand seal to transmit his voice, his tone calm and collected:
"Zhi Xia, have your people keep a close eye out, especially for clues related to the 'Xuan Tian Sect'."

At this moment, he sensed that the spirit of Wei Ding, the master of the White Bone Cave, was also fluctuating.

Through the Dream Marriage Technique, it was observed that the other party's core spiritual sense had recovered to 80%.

"Ten years is too long."

The Frost Soul Flying Sword suddenly flew out, leaving a trail of ice in the hall.

Zhao Wuji ran his fingers along the sword's blade, his eyes gleaming: "The spiritual veins of the Southern Heavenly Caves deserve a new master."

He stood up, put away the surrounding flags, and walked out of the octagonal pavilion on the main peak.

Walking on air, robes fluttering in the night wind, clouds spreading out beneath my feet like flowing water.

They quickly returned to Cold Moon Peak.

His divine sense swept over the familiar herb garden on Cold Moon Peak, and he saw the spiritual herbs shimmering under the moonlight, full of vitality. He couldn't help but nod slightly.

Seeing Xiaoyue curled up asleep on a rattan chair in the cave, with half a scroll of "The Classic of Herbs" clutched in her hand, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

"This girl..."

He shook his head and chuckled, then landed gracefully, his sleeves fluttering lightly, stirring up a gentle breeze.

"Gah-"

Xiong Ba flapped his wings and flew over, tilting his head and staring at him. He had just squeezed out a strange cry when Zhao Wuji stopped him with a look.

"Shhh."

He landed gracefully and lightly touched Xiaoyue's brow with his fingertip.

A wisp of pure spiritual energy flowed into her meridians, and the guiding technique quietly circulated, helping her to sort out the chaotic energy within her body.

Within the girl's dantian, three streams of spiritual energy converged like rivers, circulating freely throughout her body, showing signs of breaking through to the third level of Qi Induction.

"Looks like you've been quite diligent lately, not sleeping much while cultivating."

Zhao Wuji withdrew his finger, his gaze softening and tinged with a hint of relief.

His gaze swept over the swaying moon dew grass in the herb garden.

The veins of these spiritual plants have turned golden, making them the main ingredients for refining the Jade Marrow Pill.

He pointed his fingers like knives, and a flash of blue light appeared.

With a "sizzle," the thirty-six spiritual herbs were severed at the root and stored in the sleeve-shaped celestial chamber.

"receive!"

A burst of blue light erupted from his sleeve, and a twenty-zhang-long space unfolded before him.

The moment you step inside, a rich spiritual energy rushes towards you.

In the shady northwest corner, the spiritual spring's eye spews forth a ghostly blue mist.

Diluted spiritual liquid, suspended above the spiritual field, was dripping down, nourishing the newly transplanted Cold Moon Orchids.

"Kakaka!"

A harsh gnawing sound came from the southeast corner of the space.

More than two hundred Dark Gold Insect Kings were huddled together, tearing at a battle axe.

The dragon scales on its carapace flickered in and out with the rhythm of its devouring.

That battle axe was originally a level two magic weapon, which Zhao Wuji obtained by killing a cultivator from the White Bone Cave in the secret realm.

At this moment, however, it was devoured by the many insect kings like a flaky pastry, and the last trace of its spirituality turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the mouthparts of the insect kings.

"Only after the Dragon Vengeance Pill was completely exhausted could these two hundred Insect Kings be cultivated from tens of thousands of Spirit-Eating Insects. Without the Dragon Vengeance Pill as food, they have mutated to this extent."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, and the Cold Soul Sword flew out with a clang, transforming into a silver streak that slashed towards the swarm of insects.

"clang!"

Amidst the flying sparks, only white marks appeared on the shell of the leading insect king, which was then provoked to flap its wings and bar its sickle-shaped forelimbs.

"seal up!"

The sword tip spun rapidly, and the extremely cold sword energy instantly froze the Insect King into an ice block.

The rest of the insect swarm stirred at the sound, and crimson blood mist seeped from beneath their dark gold carapaces as they slowly struggled within the ice crystals.

Zhao Wuji flipped his palm and took out a Blood Spirit Flower. After shattering it, he made a hand seal to cast the Poisonous Gu Technique.

The powder from the Blood Spirit Flower, mixed with the spiritual power of medical techniques, spread over, gradually calming the swarm of insects.

"Even the Frost Soul Sword could hardly harm this group of insect kings, which has become quite formidable. They are also quite lethal to those in the Condensation Realm. They are worthy of my blood refinement."

He stared at the swarming insects in the cauldron, then suddenly drew his fingers together and slashed his palm.

A drop of blood fell into the swarm of insects and was instantly devoured.

Zhao Wuji made another hand seal and quickly used the talisman water technique to draw a blood-refining talisman.

The blood-red patterns on the Insect King's carapace suddenly glowed, transforming into eerie runes that reflected a bloodthirsty pleasure.

These mutants only feed on magical artifacts and essence blood.

But at the same time, he also completely controlled it by drawing the Blood Refining Talisman.

"go."

Zhao Wuji patted his storage bag and flicked his sleeve to throw out a tortoise-patterned shield.

The swarm of insects pressed down like a dark cloud, and the runes on the shield dimmed at a visible speed.

Three breaths later, the defensive artifact was riddled with holes and fell to the ground as scrap metal.

After devouring everything, the insect kings' carapaces gleamed with a metallic sheen, clearly indicating that their defenses were now stronger.

"If guided by an array."

He suddenly made a hand seal and cast a formation spell, and tadpole-shaped runes appeared on the four walls of the pot-shaped heaven.

Two hundred insect kings were drawn together by an invisible force, forming a ring above the spirit field.

As the blue light of the talismanic water spell fell, the insect swarm spat out filamentous spiritual liquid from their mouthparts, forming a symbiotic relationship with the spiritual plants below.

The moon dew grass sprouted branches and leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the spiritual energy it gave back was absorbed by the insect king.

"It really works!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly lit up.

These Gu worms are now truly incredibly useful.

If in the future I could guide them into my dantian, allowing the swarm of insects to devour the impure spiritual energy and then replenish the pure energy...

Wouldn't that be equivalent to carrying around several "cultivation accelerators"?
After studying it for a while, Zhao Wuji flew out of the Pot Heaven space again.

"Xiongba, it's time to bleed him out!"

With a low shout, a flash of blue light appeared within the Pot Heaven space, and Zhao Wuji had already reached out and grabbed the wailing myna bird.

"Gah! Ba!"

Xiong Ba flapped his wings, his face full of grief and indignation, but he could only watch helplessly as his demonic blood essence was extracted and stored.

"Stop howling, I'll give you a few more pills later."

Zhao Wuji casually tossed Xiong Ba back into his cave, then his figure flashed and he transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the White Bone Cave!

The White Bone Cave Master, Wei Ding, is now under his control.

There's no need to waste the resources of White Bone Cave on its many wicked disciples.

This time, he will first swallow the bones, and then take the supreme one!
If all goes well.
The three great grotto-heavens—Linlang, Baigu, and Wushang—are all under his control.

The southern half of the world is within easy reach!
(End of this chapter)