Immortals of the End Times

Chapters 177, 202-203: Subduing the Nascent Soul, the End-of-Day Spiritual Tide, Past Secrets (Two-in-one, please subscribe)

"Penetrating the Netherworld, Locking the Spirit!"

As Zhao Wuji made a hand seal, many of the insect kings that had entered Bai Chengshang's body simultaneously spewed out turbid talisman water.

As Zhao Wuji's hand seals changed again, the talisman water instantly condensed into dense, blood-red runes, wrapping around the nascent soul and spirit like a spider web!
"Ah! How dare you bully this old man like this!?"

The nascent soul screamed in agony, its illusory form sizzling as it was burned by the incantation.

He struggled frantically, his primordial spirit flashing like a blade, slaying more than ten insect kings and causing their consciousness to be extinguished.

But more swarms of insects followed, tightening the chains of talismanic water.

It even transformed into more runes, and into thorns that pierced his primordial spirit, beginning to subtly erode his remaining memories!

"No! This is a poison-controlling talisman technique?!"

The nascent soul and primordial spirit were suddenly terrified.

He realized that these insect kings were not ordinary Gu insects.

Instead, it was refined into a "living talisman" using secret methods, specifically designed to subdue wandering spirits!

The person who possesses such abilities must be an old monster of the same realm with astonishing skills. Just who is this person?
"Who are you?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Wuji had already made a hand seal and shouted sharply, "Seal!"

The dragon scales on the backs of the insect kings were blood-red, and runes appeared. The chains of rune water suddenly transformed into blood-red cocoons, wrapping the primordial spirit layer by layer.

Zhao Wuji sensed that although this primordial spirit had profound methods, its aura was even weaker than his own divine soul, clearly indicating that it was on the verge of dissipating over the long years!
"A master from the Xuantian Sect three hundred years ago? He only has a primordial spirit left, which happens to be countered by the Tongyou Technique."

He suddenly intensified the corrosive power of the Netherworld Technique, and the blood-red runes overwhelmed the consciousness of the nascent soul and primordial spirit like a tidal wave.

The primordial spirit let out a shrill scream, its struggle growing weaker and weaker until it was finally completely sealed by the Netherworld Gu Talisman formed from the swarm of insects.

Zhao Wuji's face was pale, his spiritual energy was mostly depleted, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He stared intently at the throbbing bulge on Bai Chengshang's forehead—it was hundreds of insect kings desperately binding the Nascent Soul monster's primordial spirit!

"Click! Click!"

The crimson runes were constantly torn apart by the gray light, only to quickly reform. Violent tremors emanated from the bulge, as if it might break through at any moment!
"The swarm of insects alone is no match for this old monster!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered with uncertainty, his heart filled with shock.

This primordial spirit is so weak, yet it can still withstand the backlash from the swarm of insects. How terrifying would it be if it were at its peak?
"We must subdue him as soon as possible!"

His mind was spinning.

Although his divine sense was strong, rashly invading the primordial spirit of the Nascent Soul old monster could very likely result in a backlash, or even expose his own secrets!

"That's the only trick I can use!"

He suddenly slashed his palm with his fingers, and blood gushed out, turning into a blood mist that floated in mid-air!
"Shh! Shh!"

With one hand, he sketched a forbidden spell in mid-air; with the other, he made hand seals to cast a formation!
In an instant, the surging, mixed blood and evil spiritual energy merged into the blood mist, transforming into streaks of blood-red runes that swirled and danced like living things!

"rise!"

He gave a low shout and patted the needle case at his waist.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Nine golden needles shot out from the air, precisely piercing into each blood talisman!
In an instant, nine blood-red talisman flags flew through the air, like nine blood pythons coiling around, their murderous aura soaring to the sky!

"The Calamity-Locking God Formation! Seal!"

Zhao Wuji's gaze turned cold and sharp, and he suddenly pressed down with his hand seal!
"boom!"

The golden needles shot out like lightning, instantly piercing Bai Chengshang's major acupoints such as the center of his eyebrows, Baihui, and Taiyang!

The blood talisman at the needle's end surged, and the turbid energy of calamity, like nine ferocious giant pythons, fiercely drilled into the talisman along the golden needle!

"Zizzizi!"

The old monster's primordial spirit was instantly struck as if by lightning; his illusory form was corroded by the turbid energy, causing it to emit plumes of blue smoke, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream:
"How is this possible?! Who are you, to have damaged my primordial spirit?!"

Zhao Wuji remained silent, but his gaze grew increasingly sharp.

Nine turbid yellow chains coiled like giant pythons, and with each inch they tightened, they forcibly tore a strand of essence from the old monster's primordial spirit and fed it back to the withered swarm of insects.

The insect kings, who were originally on the verge of death, suddenly perked up and began to bite wildly with their mandibles!
"I don't think you, old monster, can last long under the Heavenly Tribulation with only a remnant soul left!"

His face was ashen, but his gaze was as cold as a knife, as he felt the old monster's struggles being gradually worn down by the tribulation.

Suddenly, he patted his storage bag, and an ancient spirit stone was already in his palm!

The spiritual energy within the Pot Heaven space surged outwards, and combined with the pure energy of the spirit stones, it quickly replenished his nearly depleted dantian.

On protracted war!

He was not afraid!

Three quarters of an hour later.

The gray light had shrunk to the size of a fist, and finally a weak voice transmitted: "Wait! Fellow Daoist, wait! This old man is willing to exchange the Xuan Tian Sect's secret treasure for a chance to live!"

The resistance within the Gu talisman was completely quelled.

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not lower his guard.

With a slight lift of his fingertips, the chains of turbid energy in the God-Locking Array remained tightly bound, ready to crush him again at any moment.

Within Bai Chengshang's body, the Star River Daoist's primordial spirit was filled with doubt and uncertainty, and tentatively asked:

"Who are you anyway?"

His voice was hoarse, tinged with apprehension.

"In this degenerate age, could someone who has mastered such a Gu talisman array be a descendant of the Yellow Springs Dao Lord lineage?"

He was surprised and suspicious. The person who was fighting against him did not have strong spiritual energy fluctuations, but his methods were extremely cunning.

Its divine consciousness contains a strange and corrosive power, which is something that ordinary juniors cannot possess!
"Could it be... someone with the same interests?"

Zhao Wuji sneered without saying a word, his fingertips twitching slightly, and the chains of turbid energy suddenly tightened!
"what!!"

Xinghe Daoist cried out in pain and hurriedly said in a hoarse voice:
"I am Xinghe Daoren, the seventh-generation leader of the Xuantian Sect! I swear a great oath to assist you!"

He forced back the pain, his voice urgent:

"In this degenerate age, we cultivators should support each other and walk together. Why must we kill one another?!"

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable, and deliberately used an aged tone to convey his message, his voice chilling:

"Fellow Daoist, you just tried to seize my servant's body, and now you're talking about 'supporting each other on the same path'?"

He chuckled, and the foul air at his fingertips surged once more.

"Since you are willing to surrender, then swear the Great Oath of the Nine Netherworlds' Profound Yin! A mere oath of inner demons is nothing but a fool's oath!"

"what?!"

Xinghe Daoist's illusory primordial spirit trembled violently, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and a monstrous wave surged in his heart.

"This person actually knows about such an ancient oath?!"

The records in the fragments of the Jade Purity Calamity Scripture flashed through his mind.

This oath originates from the forbidden technique of the ancient 'Taiyin Soul-Slaying Sect', which uses the Yin Sha of the Nine Netherworlds as a guide to connect the cultivator's primordial spirit with the karma of the Netherworld!

The Nine Netherworlds are the Nine Netherworld Purgatory described by the Taoist sects, a place of eternal damnation!

Xuan Yin refers to the power of Taiyin to slay souls, which is specifically designed to counter the primordial spirit!
Slaying the Heart directly targets the flaws in one's Dao Heart. Once one goes against it, one's Dao Heart will be slain, the Nine Netherworlds will descend upon one, and calamity will entangle one's life!

"This oath is solemnly named and its rituals are mysterious; even a Nascent Soul cultivator would not dare to utter it lightly without the slightest carelessness."

His mind raced, but he forced a dry laugh and feigned ignorance, saying:
"Fellow Daoist, this so-called Nine Nether Profound Yin Heart-Slaying Oath is something I've never heard of before, and I truly don't know how to make such an oath."

Zhao Wuji's lips curled slightly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, and he said indifferently:
"It's alright. You may not know, but I do. Just repeat after me, shall we?"

"you!"

Xinghe Daoren felt a chill run down his spine, his primordial spirit trembled, and he cursed inwardly.

"This time, we've really messed with an old monster who's even more cunning than me!"

Zhao Wuji's gaze was cold, and his tone was chilling:

"If you do not swear an oath, I will have no choice but to take ruthless measures today to avenge my servant."

Before he finished speaking, his fingertips twitched slightly.

The chains of turbid energy in the God-Locking Array suddenly tightened, corroding Xinghe Daoist's primordial spirit, causing it to hiss and ache terribly.

"Repeat after me!"

His voice was deep and clear, each word deliberate and distinct, like a judge of the underworld issuing a verdict:
"The Nine Netherworlds of Profound Yin illuminate my true spirit; with blood as my bond and soul as my substance."

With each recitation, the chains tightened, pressing down on Xinghe Daoist's primordial spirit until it almost collapsed!
Xinghe Daoist's illusory primordial spirit trembled violently. Under the pressure of the blood-red runes, he finally managed to utter his final oath, his voice hoarse, word by word:
"If I break this oath, may my path perish and my spirit be destroyed, may I be forever condemned to the darkest realm, and never be reborn."

As soon as he finished speaking, a phantom Dao pattern suddenly appeared in the void.

It coiled around his primordial spirit like a venomous snake, then vanished in an instant.

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted slightly as he keenly detected a strange causal connection.

It was exactly the same as the aura of the Heavenly Dao that he had acquired during his lifespan tribulation.

"It worked!"

He was secretly delighted, but remained outwardly calm.

Although the "Nine Nether Profound Yin Heart-Slaying Great Oath" is a heretical technique comprehended from the Tongyou Technique, it is not very useful for low-level cultivators.

Unless a low-level cultivator also cultivates to the Nascent Soul stage.

However, it directly targets the foundation of the primordial spirit and the cause and effect of reincarnation, making it most suitable for dealing with such remnant souls of the nascent soul.

On the other side, Xinghe Daoren's primordial spirit fluctuated violently, and his illusory face kept changing.

"This oath."

A storm raged within him.

As a former Nascent Soul cultivator, he knew better than anyone how terrifying this oath was.

Those illusory Dao patterns were clearly imprinted on his primordial spirit origin!

"Three hundred years of planning, and it's all come to this."

Xinghe Daoren wanted to cry but had no tears.

He's been fishing for three hundred years, and he's even lost his Nascent Soul. Now, even his Primordial Spirit has been outmaneuvered by this old monster who seems to be at the same level.

"If I had known this would happen, I should have done it in the first place."

He secretly regretted it, but there was nothing he could do.

Now that his primordial spirit is restrained, he can only hope that the other party will spare his life because he still has some use to them.

Zhao Wuji observed coldly, taking in all the fluctuations of the opponent's primordial spirit.

“Since you have made an oath, I will certainly keep my promise.”

His tone was calm, but his hand seals remained unwavering.
"Fellow Daoist, since I have already sworn an oath, could you please remove these Gu talismans and let me out?"

The weak voice of Xinghe Daoren came from Bai Chengshang's body, carrying a hint of probing.

Zhao Wuji's lips curled slightly, his tone calm yet undeniably authoritative:
"Why ask a question you already know the answer to? If I were in your hands today, I'm afraid your methods would be even more ruthless."

He lightly tapped his fingertip, and a wisp of bloodthirsty energy coiled around Bai Chengshang's abdomen.
"Since you need a physical body to reside in, then stay comfortably inside my servant's body."

"you!"

Xinghe Daoist's primordial spirit trembled, he was so angry that his teeth itched, but he was helpless.

He thought to himself: This old monster is really extremely cautious, his methods are all linked together, leaving no flaws whatsoever.

But then I thought about it again, and it was already a blessing that my primordial spirit was not destroyed. At least it had preserved a last glimmer of hope.

"Come out."

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji summoned the heavily injured Bai Chengshang from the water. The Supreme Cave Master's right arm was charred black, the flesh torn and peeling.

If it weren't for the powerful physical body of a cultivator at the Concentration Realm, they would probably have already turned to ashes.

Even more seriously, its core spiritual sense was also damaged, and its spiritual fluctuations were as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

"Consider it a meritorious service."

Zhao Wuji rarely praised him, and with a flick of his palm, a Nourishing Spirit Flower flew out from the Pot Heaven space.

He pointed his fingers like a knife, and with a flash of medical skill, he extracted a drop of crystal-clear nourishing essence.
"Open your mouth."

Bai Chengshang opened his mouth blankly, and the moment the dew entered his throat, his consciousness felt as if it had received sweet rain, and his listless spirit began to slowly recover.

Finally, Zhao Wuji lightly touched his brow with his fingertip.

"shift!"

The insect gu that sealed the Star River Old Monster slowly sank down.

It moves from the forehead to the abdomen, forming a strange bulge under the skin, resembling a tumor.

"Please make do with this place for now, fellow Daoist."

His tone was calm, yet it sent a shiver down Xinghe Daoist's primordial spirit.

This isn't settling down; they're clearly treating him like a prisoner!

At this point, Bai Chengshang's terrified spirit finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had learned a lot from following the mysterious Zhao Wuji.

At least they are still alive, but their bodies are being controlled.

If one were to cultivate step by step and return to this ruin alone in the future, I fear that the Nascent Soul monster would have already possessed my body and my soul would have been crushed!
At this moment, Zhao Wuji looked intently at the wriggling "tumor" on Bai Chengshang's abdomen.

"Fellow Daoist, tell me, what exactly is the story behind these ruins at the bottom of the Black Sand River?"

Xinghe Daoist snorted coldly, and a faint fluctuation of his primordial spirit emanated from him, carrying a hint of resentment and arrogance:
"Hmph! This is the 'Tomb of the Living Dead' that I meticulously prepared three hundred years ago!"

His voice was hoarse, as if he were reminiscing about the past:
"At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the great calamity of the end of Dharma descended. As the sect leader of Xuantian Sect, how could I sit idly by and watch the sect's fifth-level spiritual veins wither away?"

"I will exhaust all my cultivation and even sacrifice my lifespan to prolong the spiritual veins!"

However, even with his best efforts, the fifth-level spiritual vein still degenerated into a fourth-level spiritual vein within just half a century.

His cultivation level also dropped from the mid-Nascent Soul stage to the early Nascent Soul stage, and his lifespan was reduced by more than half, leaving him with only four hundred years.

"The calamities of the Dharma-ending Age are beyond human resistance!"

Xinghe Daoren's tone was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

"I have noticed that the spiritual veins are still deteriorating. If this continues, I'm afraid we won't even be able to save our nascent soul!"

"Left with no other choice, the disciple who had been given the position, along with a group of spirit-cultivating servants, set up a life-extending and spirit-protecting array at the bottom of the Black Sand River in an attempt to survive the end times."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, and he thought to himself:

"This old monster is ruthless and decisive, but unfortunately, he can't defy the overwhelming force of Heaven."

He immediately asked, "As you said, you only have less than a hundred years left to live. What is the point of all this struggle?"

"Hehehe, fellow Daoist, you are truly joking. We cultivators work so hard to reach the Nascent Soul stage, what we seek is nothing more than longevity."

Xinghe Daoist sneered, "Even ants try to survive, let alone Nascent Soul cultivators? Besides, back then, I was just hoping that this calamity of the Dharma's decline would end in about three hundred years."

He said proudly, "If I can recover my mid-Nascent Soul stage strength within my remaining hundred years of lifespan, with my exceptional Purple Light Spiritual Talent, I might be able to advance further in my cultivation. At that time..."

"pity."

His tone was filled with resentment, "Until sixty years ago, my nascent soul could not resist the erosion of the Dharma-ending Age and dissipated, leaving me in utter despair. It was only when I saw you, my servant, enter the tomb that I regained hope."

Xinghe Daoren sighed, "Now I only want to possess someone's body, go out and see what the world is like, and see if the Xuantian Sect is still doing well."

Unexpectedly, there's always someone better, and I've been captured by you again, fellow Daoist!

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment and asked, "Why do you think that the end of the Dharma era will only last for three hundred years?"

Xinghe Daoren was taken aback, thinking that he was being sarcastic, so he laughed at himself and said, "That's right, I was too presumptuous."

Or rather, the Xuan Tian divination technique I inherited is, after all, only a fragment of the Celestial Masters' Daoist manual, the "Six Lines Heavenly Secrets Formula," and its calculations are inaccurate.”

He paused, then added, "However, I didn't make this divination randomly; it's based on the patterns of the ebb and flow of spiritual energy over the years."

Seeing that he was deliberately keeping her in suspense, Zhao Wuji said calmly, "Continue."

Xinghe Daoist felt bored and snorted coldly, probing, "Fellow Daoist, since you have managed to survive until now, you must have studied this world of Dharma decline and know some of the patterns of spiritual energy tides."

Let's not even talk about the Xia and Shang dynasties; I don't know anything about them. Even if there were some spiritual events in the ancient times ten thousand years ago, that's too far back.

As far as I know, the pre-Qin period was a time when spiritual energy was relatively abundant.

His tone carried a hint of reminiscence: "Qin Shi Huang dispatched Wu Dafu Yi to lead alchemists in search of the elixir of immortality."

I suspect that Qin Shi Huang at that time had already received some information that the spiritual energy might decline in the future.

He built a massive imperial mausoleum in advance, setting up arrays and storing numerous resources, seeking the elixir of immortality. This might not have been solely for the purpose of achieving immortality; it could also have been to avoid the impending calamity of declining spiritual energy!

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly to show his agreement with this conjecture.

He was sitting at the bottom of the lake opposite Bai Chengshang, listening to the Xinghe Daoist inside the other's body recounting the past, which gave him a feeling of looking back on history and seeking immortality.

Xinghe Daoist's voice carried a hint of vicissitude:

"After the fall of the Qin Dynasty, during the Western and Eastern Han Dynasties, alchemists and practitioners of immortality appeared as numerous as fish crossing a river."

His tone suddenly turned cold, "It's a pity that the First Emperor burned books and buried scholars alive, and many immortal scriptures were reduced to ashes."

However, some fragments of tradition have survived. Even more remarkably, the spiritual energy at that time was far richer than in the Qin Dynasty, which is why many exceptionally talented individuals emerged during the Han Dynasty.

Then it turned into a long sigh:
"It's a pity that this irrefutable truth of the universe is that after extreme adversity comes prosperity, and after extreme prosperity comes decline."

"Powerful dynasties will decline, and so will spiritual energy. After reaching a certain level of prosperity, it will decline, like the ebb and flow of the tide."

Zhao Wuji's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but think of the situation in the Western Jin Dynasty recorded in his family's inherited books.

"Fellow Daoist, are you referring to the depletion of spiritual energy during the Western Jin Dynasty?"

"Indeed! It seems you have also studied ancient texts and researched spiritual energy tides."

Xinghe Daoren sighed, "Since the end of the Han Dynasty, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been at its peak and then declined, and during the Three Kingdoms period, the decline accelerated."
This led to the sudden emergence of numerous cultivation methods that combined martial arts with Taoist practices during that period.

This method seems to be a continuation of fragmented ancient texts from the Qin Dynasty, which led to the emergence of a group of powerful martial arts immortals at that time, possessing extraordinary combat strength, unparalleled physical strength, and blood and qi as fierce as wolf smoke!

"I see."

Zhao Wuji's heart stirred slightly.

After discussing this much, I feel that we have finally figured out the connections between these dynasties.

Compared to his previous attempts to piece together and guess from those incomplete ancient books, Xinghe Daoren's explanation was undoubtedly much clearer and more thorough.

"The Three Kingdoms period seems to have been a final burst of spiritual energy before the Han Dynasty reached its zenith. After the Three Kingdoms, spiritual energy began to deplete on a large scale, ushering in the end times, which was during the Western Jin Dynasty."

Xinghe Daoren smiled bitterly, “The changes from the Han to the Western Jin dynasties are just like the cycle from the Tang to the end of the Ming dynasty.”
The Three Kingdoms period was to the Han Dynasty what the late Song Dynasty was to the Tang Dynasty—both marked the beginning of a decline in vitality and spirit.

Zhao Wuji praised, "Fellow Daoist, your research is indeed very thorough."

He thought to himself with a sigh that the other party was, after all, a cultivator from the Ming Dynasty or even the Tang Dynasty.

They are far beyond what I, a junior struggling in this degenerate age, can compare to.

The books of that time were complete and passed down in an orderly manner, unlike those of today.
He recalled the fragments and incomplete texts he had read, the handwriting blurred and the content fragmented.

"No wonder all the major grotto-heavens are now hoping for a revival of spiritual energy."

Zhao Wuji's gaze was distant.

It is likely that many people, like Xinghe Daoren, have observed and derived this hope based on the patterns of spiritual energy fluctuations in the past.

"The reason I am optimistic that the Dharma-ending Age will pass in three hundred years is because the time between the Dharma-ending Age in the Western Jin Dynasty and the spiritual revival in the Tang Dynasty was only a short period of three hundred years."

Xinghe Daoren's tone turned serious, "Unexpectedly, after the Tang Dynasty, the spiritual energy began to dry up again at the end of the Song Dynasty. The interval between these events was still more than three hundred years."

Until the end of the Ming Dynasty, when the world had fully entered the Dharma-ending Age, there was still an interval of more than three hundred years.

His words were full of profound meaning: "Logically speaking, now that three hundred years have passed, the outside world should be a prosperous age of spiritual revival."

But I, an old man residing in this body, cannot sense even the slightest trace of spiritual energy.

"The secrets of heaven are unpredictable. In the end, it was I who miscalculated."

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment, then said calmly:
"not necessarily."

His gaze was deep and unfathomable.
"Perhaps it's just not the right time yet."

The scene inside the Linglang Cave Heaven when the Xuan Kingdom's dragon vein broke involuntarily flashed through his mind.

At that time, the spiritual energy within the grotto was as volatile as the tides, sometimes as abundant as the sea, sometimes as depleted as sand.
"If we expand the tidal changes of this grotto-heaven onto the entire world..."

He thought to himself,
"To stretch a single day into three hundred years"

"Could it be that the reason the spiritual energy in this degenerate world fluctuates like the tides is because there's a problem with the earth's veins? Or something else?"

He pondered for a long time but could not find a definite answer.

According to Xinghe Daoren, there were traces of cultivators in this world ten thousand years ago, and those cultivators at that time displayed supernatural powers, seemingly like real gods and immortal lords.

However, the era is too ancient, and those that exist in this degenerate age have never shown their presence, so it is unknown whether the legends are true or false.

"That's all."

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji slowly rose to his feet.

This trip to explore the secret realm at the bottom of the Black Sand River yielded no resources whatsoever, and many Insect Kings were lost in the process.

However, gaining the primordial spirit of a weakened Nascent Soul cultivator was still an unexpected surprise.

The many secrets in this old monster's memory were an excellent source of intelligence for him!

As for the Xuan Tian Sect and the secret treasures that the other party mentioned as being used to seduce him, he had no intention of going there at all.

Leaving aside the Xuantian Sect, which passed it on to its successors three hundred years ago, even the secret treasure is located far away in Yizhou, Huaihai.

If that old monster has some hidden tricks up his sleeve, with his current strength of only the Concentration Realm, he would probably be sent to his death if he went there, given that he was once only fit to be used as a firecracker by that old monster. Instead, he might be controlled by that old monster.

That would be terrible. Perhaps his fiancée, empress, and medicine boy would all be inherited by this old monster, making him even worse off than Zhang Zhaoming.

"This matter is settled, let's go!"

After Zhao Wuji sealed the ruins with magic, he also used talismans to block Xinghe Daoren's five senses, preventing him from knowing about his activities outside.

They then flew out of the Black Sand River together with Bai Chengshang.

It had just flown out of the Black Sand River.

The White Bone Daoist rushed over from the direction of the distant market, his gaunt face filled with anxiety and excitement. From afar, he used his divine sense to urgently call out, "Master! Go quickly!"

Zhao Wuji frowned, and before he could ask any questions, twelve array flags suddenly lit up with spiritual light above the Black Sand Workshop.

The seven pavilions arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper trembled simultaneously, and a giant cauldron phantom appeared on the top of the central Immortal Treasure Pavilion, spewing out crimson smoke that instantly covered an area of ​​three miles.

"The Big Dipper Spirit Locking Array?!"

The Bone Cave Master exclaimed, "The Wang family actually brought a level-three grand formation to the market? No, it's a simplified version! It can only seal off three miles. Hurry!"

"What did you do?"

Without hesitation, Zhao Wuji made a hand seal and used the Wind Control Technique, and the three of them shot towards the dense forest on the riverbank like lightning.

A furious shout came from behind: "You old thief, you think you can get away with this because Black Sand Workshop has no senior figures in charge? Don't you dare run away!"

A purple-robed cultivator, whose spiritual power was roughly at the tenth level of Qi Refining, stood on the cauldron, crushing a red jade talisman in his hand.

"boom!"

The talisman exploded, transforming into a crimson rainbow that shot into the sky, unleashing the unique dragon-patterned flames of the Xuanming Dynasty in the night sky.

"What did you do!?"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Wuji's expression changed, and he questioned them sharply, while the invisibility spell had already quietly enveloped the three of them.
(End of this chapter)