Immortals of the End Times

Chapters 179, 205-206: Nascent Soul and Lifespan, Blood Refining Needle Sword, Paying Homage to Xuanxiao Mountain (Two Chapters Combined, Seeking Subscription)

Deep within the Supreme Grotto-Heaven, in a dark and secluded chamber.

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji caused the surrounding lamps to ripple with a clear light, illuminating the room like starlight and casting a shadow of Bai Chengshang.

"Fellow Daoist, are you asking about the Seven Clouds Sect?"

Suddenly, the "tumor" on Bai Chengshang's abdomen twitched, and Xinghe Daoren's hoarse sneer rang out: "I have roamed the Northern Region for hundreds of years and have never heard of the Seven Clouds Sect."

However, about 350 years ago, there was a Seven Clouds Valley near Yizhou in the Huaihai region.

A phantom old face appeared on the surface of the tumor, with wrinkles interspersed with a hint of reminiscence: "That Valley Master was a junior in the early stage of the Golden Core realm, who called himself Ancestor Xia Guang. Back when I went to Huaihai to collect herbs to prepare for the calamity of the end of Dharma, that kid was kneeling outside the cloud boat begging me for guidance."

"Seven Clouds Valley?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly. "Is this person still alive?"

"Alive?"

Xinghe Daoist said as if he had heard a joke: "The lifespan of a Golden Core cultivator is at most five hundred years. That kid has mediocre talent. If he can live past four hundred years old, it would be a miracle that his ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke!"

Even if they were still alive, their lifespan would be short, and they would be struggling to survive. Holding a level-four spiritual vein, they probably wouldn't even dare to leave the house.

"Oh?"

After listening to the story, Zhao Wuji pondered to himself.

If that's the case, the Seven Clouds Sect could be a valuable resource in the future.

He only needs to wait for that Golden Core old monster to die, and then he can take over the level four spiritual vein resources of the Seven Clouds Sect.

Of course, this is on the premise that the Seven Clouds Sect will not produce any more Golden Core cultivators in the coming years, or that it has already been targeted by other powerful forces.

"That old monster who reached the Golden Core stage during a time of abundant spiritual energy, even with exceptional talent, still took at least a hundred years to cultivate. He now has at most a dozen years left to live."

"It seems I need to test the waters through the Xuanxiao Cave Heaven. Even if something goes wrong, it's the work of the Tiannan Ancestor, and has nothing to do with me, Zhao Wuji."

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Wuji continued to inquire about the lifespan of Nascent Soul cultivators.

Xinghe Daoren felt strange, wondering why this old monster would ask such a common-sense question.

However, considering his own situation, he understood quite well and immediately sighed.

“It is said that a Nascent Soul True Monarch can live for up to two thousand years, but as to the exact extent… I dare not say for sure. It seems that you are also quite puzzled about this, fellow Daoist.”

"I was born during the turbulent times of the Northern Song Dynasty, and my path of cultivation was quite arduous. Fortunately, although the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had begun to decline at that time, it had not yet reached the end of the Dharma era. In addition, I possessed the spiritual talent of purple light, which earned me the favor of the Xuantian Sect, who accepted me as their true disciple."

At this point, a hint of self-satisfaction crept into his voice:
"It should be known that even in the Central Plains, a land of outstanding people and abundant resources, out of a population of over a billion, only a few thousand individuals with the Purple Light Spiritual Talent can emerge in each era, making them one in hundreds of thousands."

Even for those top sects, being able to attract a hundred cultivators with purple-light spiritual talent in an era is considered a sign of great prosperity…

As he was talking eloquently, he suddenly realized that Zhao Wuji, this old monster, must be quite talented as well, and that he had been showing off his limited skills in front of an expert.

He immediately gave an embarrassed smile:
"Of course, qualifications are one thing, and achievements are another."

Relying on the fifth-level spiritual vein of the Xuantian Sect, I attained the Nascent Soul stage in the early Ming Dynasty in just over three hundred years.

Another hundred years passed, and in an increasingly harsh environment, he finally advanced to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

This achievement far surpasses that of many of his fellow apprentices of similar caliber back then.

At this point, his tone suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of resentment and helplessness:
"Unexpectedly, a hundred years later, the great calamity of the end times will descend upon us."

In my struggle against the depletion of spiritual veins, I sacrificed my lifespan and cultivation, ultimately ending up in this state… Fellow Daoists, you all know what happened afterward.”

Zhao Wuji nodded, but was secretly alarmed. "If we calculate it this way, the Star River Daoist has lived for more than eight hundred years. He once said that he still had more than a hundred years to live. It seems that he has also sensed that his time is coming."

"So, while resisting the depletion of the spiritual veins, this cost me nearly a thousand years of lifespan, and even caused my cultivation level to drop."

"Fellow Daoist must be older than me, right? May I ask when you were born?"

Xinghe Daoren tentatively inquired.

He secretly guessed that Zhao Wuji was most likely an old monster from the Western Jin Dynasty who attained the Nascent Soul stage during the peak of spiritual energy in the Tang Dynasty. Otherwise, how could he have such a profound foundation?

Zhao Wuji said calmly, "I sealed myself under the spiritual vein and slept for a long time. I have only recently awakened and have forgotten many things from the past. That is why I need to ask Fellow Daoist Xinghe for advice."

"Seal yourself under the spiritual vein?!" Xinghe Daoist's primordial spirit trembled, and he was horrified.

This is indeed an ancient method of prolonging life used by cultivators, but it is extremely risky!
Because of the spiritual veins, the land has always been a place that cultivators must seize.

If one seals oneself under the spiritual vein, there is a high chance that future generations will dig it out or discover it and disturb it, causing it to awaken prematurely, which would mean all efforts are in vain.

"Since you are from the Northern Song Dynasty, you must have heard of Huang Shang, right?"

At this moment, Zhao Wuji suddenly asked a question.

Xinghe Daoist was taken aback, and said with great respect, "Senior Huang Shang? Fellow Daoist, you also know this person."

Indeed, this person was a prominent figure in Taoism during the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Northern Song Dynasty. It is said that he had already condensed his Nascent Soul stage as early as the late Tang Dynasty!

His voice was deep: "When I was young, I heard the patriarch of the Xuantian Sect mention that this senior Huang Shang used the 'Wanshou Daozang' as a basis and integrated the strengths of the Dao and the Demonic Schools."

His cultivation was profound and all-encompassing; he could even use the art of internal alchemy to reverse yin and yang, thus prolonging his life.

Xinghe Daoren suddenly gave a bitter smile: "However, since the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, I have never heard any news about this senior."

Some say he suffered a calamity because he was trying to comprehend the Dao, while others say he had already found a secret realm to avoid it.
It now seems that this senior may have foreseen the approaching end of the Dharma and thus withdrew from the world ahead of time.

"He has indeed withdrawn from the world, but his cultivation level has also fallen below the Nascent Soul stage," Zhao Wuji thought to himself.

Xinghe Daoist's tone carried a hint of regret: "If someone like him could have truly lived to this day, his cultivation would probably have reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm or even the perfect stage. It's just a pity that in this Dharma-ending Age, even Nascent Soul cultivators are as insignificant as ants."

Even someone as powerful as Senior Huang Shang would likely not escape the calamity of depleted spiritual veins.

He realized that Zhao Wuji was silent after he finished speaking, and was startled.

"Could this old monster be Huang Shang?"

Thinking about it this way, and then recalling Zhao Wuji's endless methods—medicine, poison, soul control, and curses—he seemed to know everything, and the similarities became even more striking, filling him with dread.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji changed the subject and began to inquire about the Wang family of Beiyun Dizhou.

"The Wang family of skull-shaped eyes?"

Xinghe Daoren's tone was somewhat disdainful, "This kind of despicable family, although it has existed for a long time, is unscrupulous and despicable."

Back then, after the Wang family and four other families stole Xiang Yu's bloodline, they attempted to cultivate the 'Overlord Body' using secret methods, but ultimately it seems they did not succeed.

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly: "Oh?"

Xinghe Daoist pondered and said, "Fellow Daoist should know that Xiang Yu was a leading figure in the ancient martial arts immortal path. His bloodline was special, containing the domineering power of 'strength to uproot mountains,' and he was born with a sacred body for martial arts cultivation."

It is said that if one can cultivate the Overlord Body, one's physical combat power alone can rival that of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, ignoring the calamities of the end times!

Unfortunately, in this era of declining spiritual energy, even with secret techniques, the Wang family cannot truly cultivate a complete Overlord Body. Without that, there's no point in talking about ignoring it.

"If one obtains the Overlord Body, one can ignore the calamities of the Dharma-ending Age?"

Zhao Wuji's heart stirred, and he remembered the Martial Immortal Path he cultivated.

If one could obtain the Wang family's secret techniques, perhaps one could find a successor for one's martial arts path.

The martial arts path passed down in the family can currently only be cultivated up to the Condensation Realm.

To obtain more of the legacy, one might need to go to Lingtai Mountain in Nanchu Prefecture to search for the mantle left behind by Huangfu Mi.

He remained calm and continued to ask, "Does the Wang family still have a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge?"

Xinghe Daoren said, "Impossible! In the Dharma-ending Age, it is difficult to preserve Level 5 spiritual veins; they will all wither away."

The cultivation level of a Nascent Soul cultivator will also drop significantly, and this drop in cultivation level will further shorten their lifespan.

Even if the Wang family patriarch had miraculously survived back then, he would surely have passed away long ago. However…

He paused, his tone grave: "Although the Wang family is a lowly family, they have a long history and profound heritage. Although they failed to develop the Overlord Body, they did develop the Overlord Double Pupils."

"With his double pupils, he might be able to briefly unleash a battle power close to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator. If you have a grudge against him, you should be cautious."

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, already having made up his mind.

After he transmigrated, he didn't bring his grandfather with him, as he always felt there was an information gap and his equipment was a bit lacking.

Fortunately, I've found an old man to use as my cheat code, and it's working pretty well.

He said calmly, "Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist."

Xinghe Daoist chuckled dryly: "Fellow Daoist, you are too kind. Now that I have sworn to follow you, I will speak frankly and without reservation."

He then asked tentatively, "Fellow Daoist, you have been asleep for many years. Now that you have awakened, could it be that you have sensed a sign of the revival of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"

Zhao Wuji remained noncommittal, simply saying, "In this degenerate age, cultivation is difficult. I am merely making some preparations in advance."

Upon hearing this, Xinghe Daoren was secretly alarmed, feeling even more that the person before him was unfathomable.

They may already be plotting to seize the resources of the Seven Clouds Sect or even the Wang family.

In this degenerate age, the emergence of such a strange old monster may well lead to another bloody storm.

Zhao Wuji said no more, leaving Bai Chengshang to heal his wounds before leaving the secret room, his mind churning with thoughts.

The Wang family, the Xuanming Dynasty, the Qixia Sect, and Huang Shang.
This degenerate age may appear desolate, but in reality, it is rife with undercurrents!
“In this world, even a fourth-level spiritual vein that can lead to the Golden Core stage is hard to find, and a fifth-level spiritual vein that can lead to the Nascent Soul stage is even more extinct, not even in the Tiannan Secret Realm.”

Zhao Wuji couldn't help but think of the resource-rich Tiannan Secret Realm.

The reason for restricting entry to those with lower cultivation levels is probably because of the ancient existence deep within that level-four spiritual vein, preventing any old monsters from coveting and seizing the damaged level-four spiritual vein.

"One must control a level-four spiritual vein, or at least possess a level-three spiritual vein, to have any hope of achieving the Golden Core stage; otherwise, one must simply wait until the spiritual energy recovers."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, ready to take action with both hands and make thorough preparations.

By going through the Xuanxiao Cave Heaven, one can first test the waters.

But before that, he still needs to make some preparations.

Zhao Wuji glanced at the Supreme Palace in the distance and flew away on the wind.

Inside the Supreme Hall, candlelight flickered.

As Zhao Wuji stepped into the palace, he saw Nan Zhixia sitting cross-legged on a jade couch, meditating.

His fiancée's long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders. Sensing his presence, she suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of joy flashing in them.

"Unrestrained!"

She leaped down lightly, the jade pendant at her waist jingling, but stopped as she approached, her nostrils twitching slightly: "You smell of alcohol?"

"Your nose is quite sensitive; I obtained some spirit wine by the Chishui River."

Zhao Wuji chuckled, his fingertips brushing against the stray hairs by her ear, then suddenly raised an eyebrow: "Eighth level of Qi Refining?"

Nan Zhixia smiled, revealing two shallow dimples: "I just broke through the day before yesterday. After all, it's been almost half a year since my last breakthrough, and..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly lifted up by the waist and landed on the jade couch with a startled cry.

Zhao Wuji placed his palm against her dantian, channeling a wisp of spiritual energy into it to probe, causing the tips of her ears to turn red.

"What level have you reached in the 'Sunflower Spirit-Knocking Technique'?"

"Three, triple."

Nan Zhixia's voice gradually lowered, and she suddenly felt the belt around her waist loosen. She quickly pressed down on the mischievous hand: "Wait! The Supreme Godmother just sent a message saying that she has captured a large number of spirit-eating insects deep in the spiritual vein, and has also collected some waste pills from the alchemy room. She is sending them this way!"

"No rush. Although your cultivation speed is fast, I feel it's not enough. Why don't you learn from me and cultivate by drinking?"

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly.

Just then, the soft tinkling of jade pendants came from outside the hall.

The Supreme Godmother stood below the steps, holding a whisk, and behind her, she used her magic to lift a cauldron.

Black mist surged within the cauldron, and the shadowy figures of insects could be vaguely seen moving about.

"Lord."

The Supreme Mother entered the hall, bowed respectfully, and looked straight ahead, as if she could not see the disheveled saintess.

A storage bag flew out from his sleeve. "As you commanded, I have captured ten thousand spirit-eating insects from the spiritual vein of the cave."

There were also over five hundred discarded pills, thirty of which were third-grade discarded pills refined by Master Bai in the past.

Zhao Wuji scanned the cauldron with his divine sense and found that the spirit-eating insects inside had been consuming the gray stone layer of a first-level spiritual vein for a long time, making them three times more robust than ordinary wild insects.

Although those level-three discarded pills had mixed medicinal properties, they still contained the spiritual power of cultivators in the Concentration Realm.

"good."

With a flick of his sleeve, he stored the insect cauldron and the discarded pills from the storage bag into his space, then returned the storage bag.

He turned to Nan Zhixia and said, "I need to go into seclusion for a few days. You should consolidate your cultivation."

The Supreme Godmother tactfully withdrew, and after the palace doors closed, Nan Zhixia suddenly grabbed his sleeve: "Wuji, are you going to do something important again?"

She and Zhao Wuji had known each other for a long time and were already on the same wavelength. As soon as she saw Zhao Wuji's preparations, she realized the situation.

"rest assured."

Zhao Wuji gently touched her brow, transferring a wisp of his Dream Marriage Technique divine sense into her, "If I encounter any changes, you will be able to sense them immediately. I will not fight a battle I am not sure of winning."

"Mm!" Nan Zhixia nodded.

"Practice the Sunflower Spirit-Knocking Technique diligently." Zhao Wuji smiled faintly, immediately causing Nan Zhixia to blush with embarrassment. He laughed loudly and left, then stepped into the Pot Heaven Space.

The small world, fifty feet in diameter, was filled with spiritual energy.

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Wuji sent the swarm of dark insects in the cauldron crashing into the blood pool in the corner.

In an instant, the blood in the pool surged, corroding the swarm of insects, causing them to hiss and writhe, with wisps of blue smoke rising from their carapaces.

At the edge of the blood pool, dozens of enormous insect kings lazily sat, coldly observing the tragic state of their kind, their scarlet compound eyes revealing indifference.

"Crack! Click!"

As Zhao Wuji crushed the waste pills and sprinkled them in, the surviving spirit-eating insects immediately began to devour them frantically.

The residual spiritual energy from the elixir caused their carapaces to glow with a bluish light, but soon some insects could not withstand the elixir's poison and convulsed as they sank into the blood pool.

"Although the Dragon's Vengeance Pill is missing, the cultivation speed is a bit slower."

Zhao Wuji lightly tapped the rim of the cauldron with his fingertips, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. "But the blood-fiend energy mixed with spiritual energy in this blood pool can barely replace the yang energy of the dragon. Perhaps it can cultivate a new mutated insect king."

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly formed hand seals to set up an array.

"Swish swish"!
Twenty-eight gold needles float in a ring.

The needle-tail cloud patterns connected to form the "Zhou Tian Refining Gu Array," enveloping the fighting swarm of insects.

This was created by him by combining his family's acupuncture techniques with array formation techniques, specifically for breeding mutant insect kings.

He then walked to the Yin Sha Spring not far away and stared at the wine fungus, which was as big as a millstone, lying on the stone mortar and stone platform near the spring.

The three wine worms, which had survived drinking the Golden Goblet wine, were now gnawing at the wine fungus in a corner.

Two of them seemed to have undergone a strange transformation, while the other gradually stiffened, as if it had died from alcohol poisoning.

The two mutated wine worms are amber in color, with fine wine-like patterns on their shells, resembling the natural patterns of a wine jar.

As they feed on the wine fungus, their mouthparts continuously secrete clear wine liquid, emitting a rich and mellow aroma.

"The wine bug cultivation program was a success?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes were sharp as he scanned the two mutated insect kings with his divine sense.

They discovered that a miniature "wine sac" had formed inside them, which could store and purify spiritual energy and transform it into wine.

"interesting."

He pointed his fingers like knives, and with a flash of blue light from his medical technique, he carefully caught one of the wine worms in his palm.

The insect king didn't struggle; instead, it affectionately rubbed against his fingers, exhaling a wisp of wine mist as its mouthparts opened and closed.

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath, the alcohol mist entered his body, and he immediately felt the spiritual energy in his dantian circulate faster.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he put the wine bug into his mouth.

"Gudong!"

The moment the wine entered his stomach, Zhao Wuji shuddered.

The insect king, as if in its element, swam directly towards his dantian and settled near the nascent core.

The wine-like patterns on the insect's surface glowed faintly, and it began to rhythmically inhale and exhale spiritual energy.

"Buzz!"

Zhao Wuji looked inward and saw that with each swallow and exhale of the wine worm, the spiritual energy in his dantian was refined and condensed.

The previously restless spiritual energy has now solidified like molten mercury, and its circulation speed has significantly increased.

"An increase of approximately 20%"

He pondered it carefully.

While its effects may not be as good as Dibao Wine, its strength lies in its continuous effect, making it comparable to Renbao Wine.

more importantly.

This wine bug seems to grow over time and may provide even greater assistance in the future.

At this moment, the two wine worms formed a stable Yin-Yang formation around the illusory core, their wine patterns echoing each other.

"In this way, my daily cultivation speed can be increased by 20%. If I combine it with the Earth Treasure Wine, I can condense nearly three strands of spiritual power a day."

"Three years, less than three years, and I can break through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm! Hundreds of jars of Earth Treasure Wine will be enough to last me for three years."

His eyes gleamed, as if he had seen a shortcut to the mid-stage of the Concentration Realm.

The cultivation of these wine bugs was even more successful than he had anticipated.

However, Zhao Wuji was also aware that such external assistance had its limits.

To truly break through to the Golden Core stage, one needs a higher-level spiritual vein.

He opened the wine gourd and took a sip of the Dibao wine.

Sit cross-legged and guide the spiritual energy to form a complete cycle.

The two wine worms rhythmically inhaled and exhaled spiritual energy in accordance with the flow of the cultivation technique, making each cycle of energy circulation smoother and more harmonious.

Two days passed quickly.

Wei Ding, the master of the White Bone Cave, had already returned in a sorry state.

Upon receiving the message, Zhao Wuji opened his eyes. Six new spiritual energies had been added to his body, and his divine sense within his sea of ​​consciousness had also grown stronger.

He stared at the cultivation state within the Yin-Yang Pearl.

Immortal cultivation level: Early stage of Spirit Condensation (137/3000)

Martial Arts Cultivation: Blood Fiend Eighth Level (29/600)

"The path of cultivation is long and arduous. I possess many resources, but I lack high-level spiritual veins, and that is still the case."

Zhao Wuji sighed and got up to go to the blood pool.

Then they saw that the once densely packed spirit-eating insects in the blood pool had all turned into viscous blood plasma.

Only the twenty-odd insect kings had strange blood patterns on their carapaces, and their mouthparts could breathe in and out vortexes of spiritual energy, with faint traces of bloodthirsty energy flowing through them.

"Directly absorbing spiritual energy?" Zhao Wuji's gaze sharpened. "That's an unexpected surprise."

These newly evolved Blood Fiend Insect Kings were not as formidable as the thirty-odd Dragon Scale Insect Kings by the pool, nor were their carapaces as hard as iron.

However, the venom secreted from its mouthparts had a chilling, bloody sheen.

"It must be more toxic and corrosive, but its defense is slightly inferior."

Zhao Wuji rubbed his chin and suddenly opened his storage bag. "I need to feed it some magical artifacts to replenish it."

Of the few magical artifacts remaining in the bag, the ancient bell artifact obtained from Elder Liang was the first to be thrown into the blood pool.

The Blood Fiend Insect King swarmed forward, its mouthparts making a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound as it gnawed at the target.

The venom corroded the ancient bell in the blink of an eye, leaving it riddled with holes.

"Roar!"

Seeing this, the Dragon Scale Insect King by the pool became restless and frantically rammed against the golden needle array.

Zhao Wuji shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to take out the phantom cloak that had been with him for a long time: "Well, since I can't keep up with the cultivation level, I might as well make the most of it."

Watching the two groups of insect kings fiercely fighting over the magical artifact.

Zhao Wuji pondered, "It's time to forge a magic weapon worthy of the title 'Ancestor of Tiannan'. Xuanxiao Cave Heaven, let's wait a little longer."

With a flick of his palm, a blood-red tribulation crystal appeared out of thin air, its surface shrouded in a chilling aura of tribulation.

This is a rare artifact that combines the essence of the Blood Spirit Heart of the White Bone Cave Heaven with the Calamity Blood Fiend.

Just holding it in one's hand causes the surrounding spiritual energy to vibrate and continuously corrode.

"Using this to forge weapons will surely be earth-shattering!"

His eyes gleamed as he secretly calculated: "My cultivation is based on swordsmanship and acupuncture, with additional training in formations."
If this Calamity Crystal were refined into the Mother-Child Blood Fiend Needle Sword, it could be used to set up a sword formation for attack, and also to form a needle formation to trap enemies—perfectly in line with my principles!

The storage bag flashed with light.

The ancient book "Miscellaneous Refining Techniques" and the Nine-Turn Phoenix Feather Needle bestowed by Yan Lan appeared in his palm at the same time.

"With my master's eighteen spiritual needles as a foundation, and by further studying Tao Hongjing's refining secrets..."

Zhao Wuji scanned the ancient book with his divine sense, and the Blood Fiend Flame was already dancing at his fingertips. "Although I am not a master of weapon crafting, I may not be unable to succeed by using the Blood Fiend Flame as a furnace and my divine sense as a catalyst!"

Just as he was about to make his move, the communication jade talisman at his waist suddenly lit up brightly.

The hoarse voice of the Lord of the White Bone Cave came impatiently:

"My lord! This old servant's minor injury is nothing to worry about and has already healed. Just give the order, and this old servant will follow you faithfully, vowing to raze Xuanxiao Cave Heaven to the ground!"

"This old thing!"

Zhao Wuji chuckled; how could he not know what this servant was thinking?

Even if he is now accused of being loyal, if he could help his sworn enemy whom he hates with all his might, this servant would probably be willing to sacrifice eight hundred of his own.

He transmitted his voice calmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "Wait."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve and flew to the stone platform above the blood pool, where he sat down.

Slightly circulate energy in your palm.

laugh!
The surging blood-fiend spiritual energy suddenly condensed into a cluster of dark red flames.

He combined the "using a vessel to carry evil" method from the "Miscellaneous Refining Techniques" and suspended the Nine-Turn Phoenix Feather Needle given to him by Yan Lan in the Blood Evil Fire.

The needle gradually softened in the blood-red flames.

Fine blood-red patterns gradually appeared on the surface. Then, the calamity crystal softened and bubbled like boiling blood, as if it were a living thing breathing out the turbid aura of calamity.

Time passes slowly.

Two days passed quickly.

Zhao Wuji was surrounded by spiritual energy from the Eight Directions Heavenly Space, which helped him recover from the damage caused by refining the weapon.

The eighteen Nine-Turn Phoenix Feather Golden Needles have completely turned into liquid and merged into the Calamity Crystal Blood.

He was then forcibly reshaped by Zhao Wuji using his divine sense.

The main needle is like a long, slender feather sword, while the seventeen sub-swords are like small, downy swords, resembling both needles and swords.

As the final crystal of calamity blood merged into the sword tip, the entire magical artifact suddenly emitted a trembling sound like a dragon's roar.

Nine phoenix phantoms condensed within the Blood Fiend Flame, all of which disappeared into the sword's body.

"It's done!"

Although Zhao Wuji looked tired, his eyes were unusually bright.

"go with!"

With a flick of his sword, eighteen streaks of blood-red light suddenly tore through the air, piercing straight towards the black cauldron in the center of the Pot Heaven space.

While the main sword was still in mid-air, the seventeen sword needles had already burrowed into the cauldron like venomous snakes.

The turbid aura instantly eroded the entire black cauldron.

As the main sword pierced through the heart of the cauldron, the secondary sword suddenly exploded from the inside!

"boom!"

The black cauldron shattered with a deafening roar. Before the dust could fall, the ground was already scorched with spiderweb-like marks by the blood-fiend fire, and the sizzling corrosion marks were even gleaming with an eerie, murky light.

"Whoosh!"

Eighteen streaks of blood-red light swept back, forming a chilling sword formation in mid-air as Zhao Wuji's hand gestures changed.

Sometimes it resembles a phoenix spreading its tail feathers, and sometimes it resembles a blood dragon coiled up.

At the last moment, they suddenly merged into one, transforming into a blood sword shaped like a feather, crimson with a hint of turbid yellow, which quietly floated in his palm.

"it is good!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes gleamed brightly, "Now this is worthy of the title of Ancestor Tiannan!"

He flicked his finger lightly at the blood-red needle sword, listening to the chilling buzzing sound, and chuckled, "Old man Chai Wei, let's see how many needles you can withstand from this old ancestor of Tiannan?"

As he sheathed the needle and sword, he suddenly pressed his brow.

The divine sense, depleted from repeated weapon forging, sent a sharp pain through him.

However, as a wisp of green light flashed by, the coolness of the medical technique temporarily suppressed the fatigue.

"Wei Ding, Bai Cheng Shang."

Zhao Wuji stepped out of the Pot Heaven space, his voice booming like thunder, startling his two Nascent Soul servants, who cried out, "Follow me!"

"Paying homage to Xuanxiao!"

(End of this chapter)