Immortals of the End Times

With a thought, Zhao Wuji's dream space, constructed from his divine sense and magical energy, plunged into a blood-red raging sea like a lone boat.

The dream was constantly distorted by the malevolent aura emanating from Xiang Yu's head.

Those double pupils suddenly shifted, and their blood-moon-like gaze transformed into a tangible, malevolent spear, tearing dozens of cracks through the dream.

"Crack!!"

The crisp sound of the dream's boundary shattering exploded within his consciousness.

Zhao Wuji's sea of ​​consciousness trembled, and his divine sense was immediately depleted by more than half.

He immediately made a hand seal and used the Dream Marriage Technique to control the power of dreams, binding the illusory image of the Overlord floating in the sea of ​​blood like chains.

"burn one's boats!"

The head suddenly let out a silent roar, and its baleful aura condensed into a sky-splitting halberd shadow.

Zhao Wuji groaned, a sharp pain shooting through his mind. The protective barrier built by his dream within his consciousness was instantly shattered by the halberd's light.

A large amount of divine consciousness was completely depleted, and even the core of the divine sense was vibrating.

However, the fragmented dream, like glass, quickly reflected the approaching giant halberd into the dream.

Dream replication!

This is a new magical ability that has been comprehended by someone who has mastered the art of dream marriage to perfection.

The Dream-Marrying Technique swiftly replicated the true essence of martial arts contained within that halberd strike.

The sea of ​​blood split open instantly, revealing the meridian pathways through which the halberd technique was activated.

The malevolent energy mixed with spiritual energy exploded from the great dragon of the spine, pouring into the arms like a thousand troops charging into battle, and finally condensing into a point of intense sharpness in the palm!

"So that's how it is... The Overlord Halberd Technique uses malevolent energy to nourish malevolent energy, requiring one to first break oneself before defeating ten thousand enemies!"

Zhao Wuji endured the throbbing pain in his mind and quickly imprinted the halberd intent copied from the dream into his sea of ​​consciousness.

With this trace of imprint, it was as if he had also learned some kind of martial arts immortality and divine power to defy the heavens and defeat saints.

His body trembled violently, his back blazed with purple light, and the bloodthirsty energy within him uncontrollably transformed into a tornado, condensing on his back.

With a deafening roar, the bloodthirsty aura erupted!
Like a raging storm, its powerful energy flows into both arms.

Zhao Wuji looked at his arms, which were covered with blood-red spiritual energy.

I felt an incredibly concentrated and powerful force filling my arms, as if I could unleash it instantly with a wave of my hand.

It even contains the true essence of Xiang Yu's domineering martial arts.

"If I were to unleash my power now, I fear that all the blood and spiritual energy in my body, and even my divine sense, would be instantly drained. After all, the condensation of martial will requires the infusion of most of one's divine sense!"

Zhao Wuji was contemplating this "do or die" martial arts spirit.

This should be considered a supernatural power of a martial arts immortal.

The blood-fiend spiritual energy combined with divine sense forms an incomparably refined killing move and martial will.

Gods and ghosts will flee, demons and monsters will be wiped out, and all evil spirits and monsters will be utterly destroyed.

He never imagined that he would be able to accidentally comprehend the supernatural powers of the Martial Immortal Path from the head of Xiang Yu behind the giant painting by using the Dream Marriage Technique.

At this point, the dream was on the verge of collapse.

The head in the sea of ​​blood suddenly let out a silent roar, shaking the sea of ​​blood and causing it to surge with towering waves, which in turn stirred up a great deal of dragon energy.

The golden dragon aura instantly turned blood red.

boom! !

The dream suddenly collapsed.

Zhao Wuji's sea of ​​consciousness churned violently, and even the core of his divine sense was impacted.

His expression changed, and he quickly retreated.

The dragon energy that had been absorbed into the giant painting turned into blood and rushed out, filled with dragon resentment and backlash.

"It can actually cause a backlash from the dragon's energy?"

Zhao Wuji frowned, and with a flick of his sleeve, more than twenty array flags flew out of his storage bag, instantly forming a protective barrier around the area and blocking the blood-red dragon's wrath.

He already had experience dealing with the dragon's resentment.

However, this dragon's resentment was different; it was formed by the resentment of Xiang Yu's severed head.

The battle flags trembled violently under the impact of the crimson dragon's wrath, their spiritual patterns flickering erratically.

He knew that ordinary methods would be insufficient to suppress the resentment that contained the fierce and domineering aura of Xiang Yu.

He immediately flipped his palm and took out three bottles of jade pills.

A gust of wind blew open the bottle stopper, and more than ten "Bigu Pills" flew out in succession, hanging where the blood-red dragon's resentment surged.

"Photography!"

He used hand seals to perform the art of manipulating pills and casting spells using elixirs.

Spiderweb-like runes immediately appeared on the surface of the pill, receiving the blood-red dragon's grievance.

However, the moment the elixir came into contact with the Crimson Dragon's Wrath, it trembled violently, like snow meeting boiling oil.

"Bang bang bang-"

Amidst a series of explosions, more than ten pills were instantly reduced to dust.

"Such intense resentment, such domineering martial arts essence!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he patted the storage bag again.

With a whoosh, a large amount of black iron concentrate was released.

"Boiling stones to make vessels, refining evil to create elixirs!"

He made a hand seal and used the Stone Boiling Technique, unleashing turbid yellow flames from his palms, as if mountain shadows were floating in the fire.

The moment the black iron concentrate was put into the fire, the unrefined metallic energy and the dragon's resentment energy in the ore clashed fiercely.

It actually congealed into blood-like veins in the flames and quickly softened.

Zhao Wuji's hand gestures changed abruptly, and he fully activated the Boiling Stone Technique in conjunction with the Pill Manipulation Technique. Gradually, the phantom of the Overlord holding a halberd appeared in the yellow flames.

"laugh!"

The softened ore turned into molten iron that writhed like a living creature, condensing into the shape of a pill, which swallowed up the dissipating crimson dragon's resentment.

The lingering malevolent energy of Xiang Yu within the dragon's lament transformed into countless halberd shadows, darting left and right through the molten iron.

Each impact caused sharp edges to bulge on the surface of the still-forming pill.

"Too troublesome!"

Zhao Wuji's forehead was beaded with sweat, and he somewhat regretted not bringing the Pot Heaven Space with him.

He quickly patted his storage bag, and the Star Moon Spirit-Guiding Spoon flew out, sprinkling a drop of True Dew into his mouth.

His severely depleted spiritual power and divine consciousness were immediately restored.

He seized the opportunity to thrust his fingers into his brow, drawing out a wisp of previously sealed domineering aura and throwing it into the fire.

"boom!"

The molten iron instantly boiled, transforming into thirty-six distinct, angular, crimson-gold pills.

Each pill has a naturally formed halberd-shaped pattern on its surface, and at its core, there is a blood-red light like a pupil, as captivating as Xiang Yu's double pupils.

"It's done!"

Zhao Wuji rolled up his sleeves, collected the pill in his hand, and immediately felt a chilling killing intent, like a thousand troops charging into battle, emanating from his palm.

He observed the patterns on the elixir body with his divine sense and felt that the evil energy sealed within it was like a broken halberd floating in a raging sea of ​​blood, and it also contained dragon energy.

Although this elixir did not contain any of Xiang Yu's essence or blood.

However, the dragon energy that came from the backlash deeply imprinted Xiang Yu's fierce martial will and resentment into the metal.

"Although it is not a traditional blood pill, its true essence is extremely rare. Ordinary people are not fortunate enough to enjoy it, but it is suitable for me to consume in combination with boiling stones, and it is also in line with the cultivation of the killing energy of martial arts immortals."

Zhao Wuji stared at the crimson light that lingered between the edges of the pill.

It was not taken directly.

His gaze fell on the giant painting opposite him, which had now calmed down. His eyes were deep. Then he put away a large number of array flags, turned around and left.

The head behind the giant painting is clearly a dream image traced back by the Dream Marriage Technique using dragon energy as a medium.

There is indeed a Xiang Yu's head behind the giant painting.

Even if it exists, the head is located in some secret place of the Wang family.

He merely used the art of dream marriage to cleverly connect with the head of the deceased King Xiang through a dream, and sensed the true essence of martial arts hidden within it.

In reality, such dream perceptions are like looking at flowers through fog; the true essence of martial arts that can be felt is probably only one-tenth of the truth.

But it just happens to be suitable for his current level of cultivation.

Otherwise, even if Xiang Yu's head were actually placed in front of him, he might not be able to get close.

As for the final transformation from false to true, it was simply a matter of refining the dragon energy, which had served as a medium to carry Xiang Yu's resentment, into the elixir.

This expenditure was too great.

Zhao Wuji decided to explore this further later, especially the mystery of Xiang Yu's double pupils.

At the same time, they secretly observed whether this commotion would attract the attention of the Xuanming Dynasty.

When Wang Zheng deliberately left behind the Nine Cauldrons Dragon-Suppressing Diagram, he could never have imagined that someone could use it to plunder the Wang family's wealth.

Meanwhile, the Supreme Grotto-Heaven.

Nan Zhixia, dressed in a plain white robe, stood before the long-distance communication array of the Supreme Grotto-Heaven.

With a series of hand seals, he channeled beams of spiritual light into the array plate.

Dozens of fine points of light appeared on the array plate.

Each point of light represents a team of disciples venturing out to explore.

"The supplies have been delivered to Yu Zishan..."

Her gaze swept across the array plate, confirming that the light representing Yu Zishan's team had changed from dim to bright, indicating that the supplies had been successfully handed over.

"One of the tasks Wuji entrusted to me has finally been completed."

Nan Zhixia smiled slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

Since being promoted to candidate cave master and taking control of the supreme cave heaven, she has grown a lot.

With the assistance of the Supreme Mother and other elders, he also took over the overall coordination and management of intelligence inside and outside the cave.

His cultivation level is now approaching the ninth level of Qi Induction, and he has also cultivated the "Sunflower Spirit Knocking Technique" to the fourth level.

"Acting Cave Master!"

At this moment, a disciple rushed over and respectfully handed over a jade slip: "The third squad of Beiyun Dizhou has sent back a message that they have discovered a large market town near the Xuanming Dynasty!"
It's very lively; there might be a large-scale trading event soon.

"Oh?"

Nan Zhixia's eyes flashed as she took the jade slip, scanned it with her divine sense, and her expression changed slightly.

"The 'Thousand Machine Market' of the Xuanming Dynasty?"

The jade slip contains a detailed record of the scale of this market town.

It covers an area of ​​several hundred acres, and many wandering cultivators from all over the world gather here, coming and going in droves.

According to reports from disciples, there are even suspected cases of experts at the Nascent Soul Realm.

This magnificent scene is reminiscent of the days when the spiritual energy flourished.

This market was managed by the "Thousand Machines Pavilion" of the Xuanming Dynasty.

A grand event is held every March, specifically for cultivators to trade spiritual materials, magical artifacts, elixirs, and other resources.

"Wu Ji is right. Without leaving Tiannan, one will never know the wonders of the cultivation world outside. Even in this degenerate age, there will always be people who try to create oases in the desert..."

Nan Zhixia pondered for a moment, then took out the mother-child communication jade talisman that she shared with Zhao Wuji, quickly inscribed the information, and then activated it by making a hand seal.

"The grand market fair of the Xuanming Dynasty must have a lot of resources."

Wuji is an expert in array formations, alchemy, winemaking, talismans, and Gu techniques; he is proficient in almost everything. Perhaps he enjoys such grand gatherings…

She pondered this in her mind, then took out another jade slip and recorded the subsequent arrangements.

"The Beiyun Dizhou team will continue their reconnaissance, making sure to ascertain the distribution of forces near the market and the approximate daily number of cultivators entering and leaving..."

As she pondered, she suddenly sensed a slight restlessness in her spiritual energy, with faint signs of a breakthrough in her dantian.

"Ok?"

Nan Zhixia's expression hardened, and she immediately put down what she was doing and began to circulate her internal energy to regulate her breathing.

"The bottleneck of the eighth level of Qi Refining has actually loosened at this moment..."

She closed her eyes and looked inward, only to see the spiritual energy in her dantian surging like a tide.

"It seems it's time to go into seclusion and break through to a higher level..."

She took a deep breath, suppressing her excitement.

He quickly arranged for his disciples to take over the remaining tasks, then rose and headed towards the quiet chamber deep within the cave. "Once I break through to the ninth level of Qi Induction, I can begin further cultivation of the *Sunflower Spirit-Knocking Technique*. Finally, I can see Wuji's silhouette..."

After returning to the Pot Heaven Space.

As soon as Zhao Wuji stepped into the spirit field, he smelled a strange aroma of wine floating in the air.

The little girl came running barefoot from the direction of the wine cellar, her wheat-colored cheeks flushed with excitement: "My lord! The Starry Night Wine is ready!"

She gestured with her hands and spoke rapidly: "Last night at midnight, when I performed the incantation according to the method you taught me, all the wine jars suddenly lit up like stars!"
Especially the altar in the Azure Dragon position; it was emitting sounds of dragon roars and snake hisses—it was terrifying!

"Oh? It seems like it's initially successful."

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow and scanned the northwest corner with his divine sense.

The twenty-eight jars of Starry Night Wine were arranged in a four-element formation, and the star patterns on the jars flickered as if breathing.

A pale blue mist condensed around the wine jar in the Azure Dragon position, vaguely forming a python-shaped phantom that hovered around the mouth of the jar.

"I'll take a sip and try it."

He immediately went over and made a hand gesture.

"Bring the wine!"

The wine jar in the Azure Dragon position broke through the soil, and the mud seal on the jar mouth peeled off on its own, instantly releasing a rich aroma of wine mixed with the blood aura of the demonic python.

"Gudong!"

Zhao Wuji tilted his head back and drank. The moment the wine entered his throat, the essence of the demon beast mixed with star power exploded in his meridians, and the blood and evil spiritual power surged like boiling water.

It felt as if a raging fire was burning inside my body, and a giant dragon or python was churning in my meridians. My whole body was ablaze, as if even my hair was about to catch fire.

"What a strong drink!"

His expression changed, he stuck out his tongue, and quickly made a hand seal to perform the ingestion technique to refine it.

The exposed upper body instantly revealed blue python patterns, muscles taut like steel cables, and fine beads of sweat, like blood, seeped from the surface of the skin.

"My lord!" Xiao Yue, who had rushed over from the side, exclaimed and covered her mouth in surprise.

"belch!"

Zhao Wuji exhaled a breath of strong liquor, suddenly lowered his waist and stood on his horse, his right fist blasting out like a cannonball.

"Boom!" The blood-fiend spiritual energy seemed to solidify into a tangible gale, blasting the rocks ten feet away into dust.

The aftershocks shook the spiritual field, startling Xiong Ba into flapping his wings and screeching wildly.

"good."

Zhao Wuji stretched his muscles with satisfaction, his joints making a crisp sound like steel cable springs.

He looked at the dumbfounded Xiaoya and Xiaoyue, flicked his fingers to draw out two drops of wine, diluted them, and then transferred them into the space between the two girls' eyebrows: "I'm rewarding you. From now on, one of you should study the art of brewing wine diligently, and the other should study the cultivation of spiritual fields diligently."

Xiao Ya and Xiao Yue both trembled.

He felt a wave of alcohol fumes envelop his entire body, instantly making him feel dizzy and lightheaded. His skin turned red, and the spiritual energy in his dantian became active.

One of them was at the first level of Qi Refining, and the other was at the third level of Qi Refining.

They then sat down cross-legged and began refining the essence.

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly. Just as he was pondering, the communication jade talisman at his waist suddenly emitted a faint light.

He scanned the area with his divine sense, and Nan Zhixia's slightly excited voice came through the jade talisman:

"Wuji, a disciple from Beiyun Dizhou has discovered the 'Thousand Machine Market' of the Xuanming Dynasty, which may hold a grand trading event in three months."

It's rumored that there might even be cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage present. Weren't you quite interested in these kinds of events before?

Within the jade talisman, both a market map and celestial locations appeared simultaneously.

That was the optimal route that Nan Zhixia had carefully calculated.

"Qianji Workshop?"

Zhao Wuji stroked the jade talisman, a slight smile playing on his lips.

After Zhi Xia was promoted to candidate cave master, she became more and more capable in doing things.

He immediately responded with a hand gesture:

"Let the Beiyun Dizhou team keep an eye on things. If I'm interested after I finish this training, I'll head over to see what's going on."

After saying this, he picked out two jars of Starry Night Wine, then turned and went into the attic.

This Starry Night Wine is only in its initial stage of brewing.

It would be best to continue brewing, attracting starlight every day, for that will yield the best results.

Brewed in one year, it is comparable to a century-old vintage.

As his sleeves fluttered, the remaining two Moonflower Ganoderma lucidum mushrooms floated in front of him.

"One cannot neglect one's cultivation in the path of immortality."

He picked up the Moonflower Lingzhi and took a bite.

As the ingestion technique was activated, the spiritual liquid transformed into a silver torrent that surged into the dantian, and the spiritual power within the nascent core increased at a visible rate.

Time flies, and a month later.

Inside the Pot Heaven Space, Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged in the pavilion, his spiritual energy surging like the tide.

The spiritual energy within the illusory core has accumulated to more than 1,500 strands, and the initial stage of the Condensation Realm is already more than halfway complete.

"The Moon Essence Lingzhi has all been consumed. This precious resource has been exhausted, but it has at least saved me more than three years of arduous cultivation."

Zhao Wuji slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and restrained, his aura growing increasingly deep.

"As for the cultivation of the Martial Immortal Path, with the help of the Starry Night Wine, the cultivation speed is not slow."

He got up and stretched his limbs, his body surging with bloodthirsty energy like mercury, and a faint purple light appeared on his spine.

After more than a month of cultivation, Wu Xiandao's cultivation level has not only broken through to the ninth level of Blood Fiend, but is also close to the tenth level of Blood Fiend.

At that moment, he suddenly noticed the communication jade talisman at his waist trembling slightly.

The divine sense fluctuations of Wei Ding, the master of the White Bone Cave, emanated from him.

"My lord, this old servant has found Yan Lan, but..."

Wei Ding's voice carried a hint of helplessness, and even a touch of grievance.

"But when Yan Lan saw this old servant, without saying a word, she immediately attacked and gave him a severe beating, almost breaking this old servant's bones."

"Oh?"

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow, scanned the jade talisman with his divine sense, and twitched his lips slightly, feeling both amused and helpless.

"It seems that Master Yan thought that the Lord of the White Bone Cave was looking for trouble. Although the misunderstanding was cleared up, Wei Ding was still beaten black and blue."

"Moreover," Zhao Wuji said, his expression surprised as he browsed the messages in the jade slip.

"Senior Uncle Yan has actually broken through to the late stage of the Condensation Realm recently, resolved the threat of the Sea Mountain Grotto, and is about to enter the Penglai Sword Tomb?"

He was quite surprised.

Although Yan Lan possesses exceptional talent and is blessed with a purple-light spiritual aptitude, it is by no means easy for her to reach the late stage of the Condensation Realm so quickly.

It should be noted that Hua Qingshuang has the support of resources from the Wang family's Hua clan. The resources that the Hua clan allocates to him have helped him improve significantly!

"It seems that my master had some extraordinary encounter in the East China Sea and obtained some powerful resources?"

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

Yan Lan is strong-willed, ruthless, and decisive; she probably risked her life to acquire these resources.

But having broken through to the late stage of the Condensation Realm, his strength must have increased significantly, and he would truly have no fear of the Sea Mountain Cave Heaven's revenge.

Furthermore, she seems to have some kind of secret connection with Huang Shang, perhaps because Huang Shang secretly provided assistance.

"Alright, since your master is unharmed, you may return now."

Zhao Wuji relayed the message.

"Yes!" Wei Ding replied hastily, as if granted a pardon.

Zhao Wuji put away the jade talisman, shook his head and chuckled.

"Uncle-Master, your temper is really something."

He had sent the White Bone Cave Master to provide support after hearing that Yan Lan had encountered misfortune in the East Sea.

Now it seems I was overthinking things and underestimated my senior's abilities.

If it were someone mediocre, Huang Shang probably wouldn't even look at them and wouldn't cooperate with them.

"Both peak masters are already in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, and a sense of urgency rose in his heart.

"it's time……"

He flipped his palm and took out a crimson gold pill from his storage bag, which had been refined with the true essence of Xiang Yu's domineering spirit.

The surface of the pill was covered with flowing halberd patterns, its blood-red light like pupils, faintly revealing a domineering and fierce aura.

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and put it in his mouth without hesitation.

"boom!"

The moment the pill entered his stomach, a violent martial arts intent erupted like a volcanic eruption!

Zhao Wuji let out a muffled groan, and countless blood-red patterns instantly appeared on his body, as if thousands of halberds were piercing through his meridians.

The purple light at the spine suddenly surged, and the bloodthirsty energy rose wildly, roaring within the body like an angry dragon.

The powerful martial artist's body was instantly torn apart as if by a thousand knives.

He quickly made hand seals and used the ingestion technique to refine it.

"Kakaka!"

The bones cracked, the muscles tightened like steel cables, and a faint metallic sheen appeared on the surface of the skin.

It was as if his entire being had transformed into a war god cast in bronze and iron.

But at the same time, the Overlord's True Meaning contained in the pill became increasingly violent, suddenly rushing into his sea of ​​consciousness and actually condensing into a phantom Overlord figure.

The figure was clad in black armor, wielding a halberd. His double pupils were as captivating as a blood moon, and his murderous aura surged like a raging torrent, as if he wanted to crush him completely!

"The Overlord Disarms!"

With a furious roar, the illusory image of the Overlord swept his halberd horizontally, unleashing a murderous aura that struck directly at the core of Zhao Wuji's divine sense!
"Well done!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a sharp light; he had been prepared all along.

Suddenly, the Dream Marriage Technique was activated within his sea of ​​consciousness, dragging the charging Overlord phantom into the "dream within a dream" he had woven!
The dream changed in an instant.

At the summit of Cold Moon Peak, Hua Qingshuang's Ice Soul Sword Intent transformed into Eternal Mysterious Ice, freezing the Sea of ​​Blood into scarlet amber.

The illusory image of the Overlord struggled and roared, but was suppressed by the sword intent.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhao Wuji's dream power, like chains, wrapped around the Overlord's phantom, dissolving its attacks one by one.

The true essence of Xiang Yu's martial arts contained in this elixir was, after all, divided into many parts and weakened many times over.

"Refining!"

His divine sense was like oil being poured into a raging fire, and the illusory image of the Overlord collapsed with a roar!

"Zheng!!"

A seed of martial arts essence formed a blood halberd phantom, which condensed in the sea of ​​consciousness. Wherever the halberd's tip pointed, it even tore fine cracks in the dream space!

"break!"

Zhao Wuji roared like thunder, and a great dragon of purple light shot through his spine to the top of his head!
"Boom!"

The ten blood-fiend barriers can be broken in one go!
The violent spiritual power swept through like a hurricane, and the tables and chairs in the attic exploded into dust with a "bang," even pressing spiderweb-like cracks into the blue bricks on the ground!

Zhao Wuji opened his eyes, slowly clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within his body, a flicker of shock in his eyes.

"A martial arts practitioner's physical body at the tenth level of Blood Fiend cultivation? It seems to have become much stronger."

He pointed his fingers together like a sword, his nails clanging like sharp bird claws.

A light scratch on the arm revealed skin as hard as metal, leaving not a single white mark.

"A level three magic weapon probably can't even break my skin."

With a thought, the Cold Soul Flying Sword flew out of his storage bag.

The sword's edge gleamed with a chilling light, sharp and unparalleled, already possessing one-third of the magic weapon's power.

"go with!"

The flying sword transformed into a streak of cold light, piercing straight into his palm.

"Qiang!"

The sound of metal clashing was heard.

A faint bloodstain finally appeared on the palm of his hand, but it was instantly repaired by the blood energy.
(End of this chapter)