Immortals of the End Times

The sudden surge of blood-fiend spiritual energy formed a tornado, indicating that the refining speed could not keep up with the rapid increase in power.

Even when the Blood Fiend Tornado, carrying violent spiritual energy, rushed into the dantian, the shells of the two amber-colored wine worms coiled beside the nascent core suddenly tightened, and the wine patterns lit up with a dazzling red light.

The mouthparts, which normally inhaled and exhaled spiritual energy in a regular manner, opened and closed wildly, spewing out a mist of wine that was stained scarlet by the bloodthirsty aura.

They seem to be accelerating the conversion of spiritual energy in an overdraft-like manner, attempting to alleviate the pressure on the dantian.

"Good job, you two little ones! Guiding technique! Spin for me!"

Zhao Wuji made a hand seal with his ten fingers, opening up all the acupoints in his body.

The guiding technique acted like a dragon-taming rein, tightly binding the rampaging bloodthirsty tornado!
The nine raging torrents of spiritual energy were forcibly guided back to their proper places!
"Refine!!"

He suddenly clasped his hands together and opened his mouth to inhale.

Like a giant whale swallowing the sea, all the rampaging bloodlust was absorbed into the dantian!
The blood-fiend spiritual energy surged wildly, rapidly merging into the blood-red vortex core beneath the nascent core!
Strands of blood essence condensed into liquid, greedily devouring the violent energy!

at the same time
"Buzz!"

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the core of the Blood Sword Divine Thought trembled violently!
The turbid aura of calamity transformed into a blood-red armor, firmly enveloping and stabilizing the blood vortex!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The blood vortex beat three times like a heartbeat.

Each pulse caused the space around the pot to tremble, and the spiritual energy within a sixty-foot radius was swallowed up and sucked away.

Ultimately, all the blood-fiend tornadoes were swallowed up by the blood-fiend vortex in the dantian, causing the vortex to completely condense into a ball of fluctuating liquid blood-fiend spiritual energy, with nine spiral patterns appearing on its surface.

Two exhausted wine worms floated around the liquid blood vortex and the illusory core, like two stars guarding each other.

"It's done!"

Zhao Wuji exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly opened his eyes.

"laugh!"

The moment he opened his eyes, his divine sense was released, and the blood-fiend spiritual energy that appeared out of thin air condensed into a three-inch halberd shadow.

Wherever its sharp edge pointed, the air was torn apart, leaving fine black marks.

This is no longer a simple release of spiritual energy, but a "Blood Fiend Spiritual Qi" that perfectly blends the true meaning of martial arts with blood fiend spiritual energy!
He had a thought.

With a light slash, the Blood Halberd made its mark.

"Tear!"

Ten feet away, the black iron ore silently split in two, the cross-section as smooth as a mirror.

The residual malevolent energy penetrated the iron ingot, causing the ore to rust into slag at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Martial Immortal Cultivation: Blood Fiend Level 12 (238/1200)"

His current Martial Immortal Dao realm appeared on the surface of the Yin-Yang Pearl.

Zhao Wuji withdrew his divine sense, and the halberd shadow before his eyes slowly dissipated, his eyes flashing with lightning-like light.

At this moment, relying solely on his martial arts physique and immortal cultivation, he could easily contend against a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

If combined with the Dream Weaving Technique and swordsmanship, one can then face the Perfection of Spirit Condensation.
Zhang Sichen

Zhao Wuji thought of the first emperor of the Xuan Kingdom who had escaped and never returned.

Then, feeling the blood-red vortex the size of a quail egg within his body, he could sense the terrifying power within it.

The next level of martial arts cultivation is the Martial Valiant Vajra.

Its sinews and bones are like jade marrow, and its internal organs resonate with thunderous sounds.

His body is like a sacred vessel, standing firm as a mountain peak, unshakable by a thousand armies.

Furthermore, it condenses martial will and bloodlust into "Martial Courage".

His eyes blazed like torches, shattering evil spirits and terrifying souls; with a single shout, he shattered a flying sword.

Now, the blood-fiend liquid vortex within his body is about to condense into the rudimentary form of martial courage.

"The second Yang Pearl has reached perfection, not only extending my lifespan but also tempering my physique, causing my Martial Immortal cultivation to surge to this extent."

Zhao Wuji clenched his fist, feeling the surging vitality within his body, as long and endless as a river.

When the first Yin Pearl is perfected, one's lifespan will be extended by a hundred years;

After the Yang Pearl is fully formed, lifespan doubles, reaching two hundred years.
Now that the second Yang Pearl is complete, it will add another hundred years to its lifespan!

"If the second Yin Pearl is also perfect..."

A glint flashed in his eyes, "If a lifespan of three hundred years doubles again, it will be six hundred years!"

This has exceeded the lifespan limit of ordinary Golden Core cultivators, not to mention that he himself probably has another 170 or 180 years of lifespan left, but the exact amount is impossible to estimate!
"I wonder if my lifespan will increase dramatically after I form my core?" he muttered to himself, then shook his head and sneered. "Unfortunately, spiritual energy is depleted in this Dharma-ending Age. If we don't solve the problem of spiritual energy, living a long life will only be a matter of prolonging my life."

Suppressing his distracting thoughts, Zhao Wuji focused his mind on his sea of ​​consciousness.

The third Yang Pearl floated within, its surface teeming with tadpole-like runes, which had already lit up to 30% of their brightness, gleaming brilliantly.

"Was this triggered when I touched the phantom of Xiang Yu's head in the cave?" He recalled the pull of that energy, and his heart warmed slightly.

"Will the newly unlocked Earthly Fiend Technique be 'Mountain Carrying' or 'Great Strength'?"

Zhao Wuji pondered.

It seems that only these two Earthly Fiend Techniques could be triggered by Xiang Yu's head.

After all, the power of the Feather God is renowned throughout the ages.

"After we get back, we'll go find Xiang Yu's head again, decipher the new Earthly Fiend Technique, and also start practicing the Head Regeneration Technique!"

When he last handled Xiang Yu's head, his skill in reattaching the head had also improved.

However, he didn't stay in contact with them for very long at the time.

Of the sixteen Earthly Fiend Techniques I have learned so far, only the Techniques of Head Regeneration, Stone Boiling, and Bird Taming are still at a very low level, and I have not yet achieved even a little success in any of them.

Zhao Wuji withdrew his consciousness from his sea of ​​consciousness and slowly stood up.

Looking around, the spiritual energy within the Pot Heaven space had thinned considerably, and even the air felt stagnant.

He looked up at the outside of the dome-shaped illusion array.

The broken spiritual vein that originated from the White Bone Cave Heaven was now dim in its spiritual light, and many of the raw ores had even lost their luster, resembling ordinary stones.

"Ultimately, its quality is somewhat lacking."

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly.

This damaged spiritual vein is barely able to support his cultivation alone.

"Wow!"

He casually patted his storage bag, and three ancient spirit stones shot out and disappeared into the spiritual veins of the dome.

A glimmer of inspiration appeared briefly, but it quickly faded away.

"A drop in the ocean."

Zhao Wuji sighed softly.

This is only a temporary fix, not a cure.

What's even more troublesome is that he now only has two ancient spirit stones left.

Recalling how he had spent a fortune on the Firefly Cloud Immortal Herb at the Thousand Machine Market, almost emptying his savings, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but shake his head.

"It needs to be done as soon as possible."

His gaze sharpened as he looked toward the edge of the Pot Heaven.

The most urgent task is to expand the scope of the Pot Heaven space and bring in new spiritual veins!

He turned around and began to perform a sword incantation.

The True Martial Broken Sword flew over with a 'clang'.

It landed steadily in my palm.

"So heavy!"

As soon as I gripped the sword hilt, the muscles in my arm involuntarily bulged.

He stared at the sword, where the primordial chaos of the Heavenly Dao had been completely absorbed.

At this moment, only the profound and weighty Daoist aura remained on the ancient sword.

His fingertips lightly traced the characters "Zhenwu," the cool touch concealing a hidden sharpness, causing him to nod slightly.

"Although it is only half left, it is more suitable for my martial arts path than a complete magic weapon, and can be used as a sword for my martial arts identity."

With a flick of his wrist, the broken sword trembled as if emitting a dragon's roar.

Where the sword blade sliced ​​through, the air tore silently like cloth, revealing a terrifying texture that surpassed that of ordinary level four spiritual materials.

With such weight, ordinary cultivators would probably find it difficult to even hold and wield a sword unless they were flying on one.

But for him, who had already reached the twelfth level of Blood Fiend, it was just right.

"Once the secrets of the Great Strength Technique are deciphered and combined with the true essence of Xiang Yu's martial arts, the power of this sword can be unleashed with the strength of a martial arts immortal, allowing it to reach even greater heights."

Zhao Wuji recalled the scene of being suppressed by a hundred swords at the bottom of the Sword Washing Spring, and his eyes gleamed.

The being capable of suppressing this sword deep within the sword tomb is no ordinary being.

"Who exactly built the Sword Tomb?"

He flipped his hand and put the broken sword into his storage bag, then took out a map of the Great Wilderness and Nine Provinces to examine it.

On the map, Wudang Mountain in Zhongzhou is marked as a "forbidden area for Taoist sects".

Since the spiritual energy of the area was depleted during the Ming Dynasty, it has been closed off, and no one has dared to approach it for many years.

But at this moment, with the Zhenwu Sword in hand, there seemed to be a causal connection between us.

"If Master Zhang were still alive..."

Zhao Wuji looked up at the heavens and recalled the figure that defied the heavens in the Dream Marriage Technique.

The path of sword cultivation should be about cutting through all the fog of confusion.

The day the spiritual energy revives will be the day he sets foot in Zhongzhou, heads to Wudang Mountain, and uncovers the truth of the end times!

According to Xinghe Daoren, Tianji Island still retains the sword marks of Zhang Zhenren and Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Taibai, which contain their sword intent for later generations to comprehend.

"Observing a sword is like observing a person; perhaps through Master Zhang's sword intent, one can glimpse a glimpse of heavenly secrets."

He turned around and instructed the medicine boys Xiaoyue and Xiaoya to clean up the mess in the cave, then went to the Yin Sha Spring.

Deep within the stone cave, the malevolent energy was still slowly brewing.

"The Second Yin Bead"

He muttered to himself.

Two more Yin Sha are needed to complete the process.

If we can find a large number of Yin spiritual materials, we will surely achieve twice the result with half the effort!
Resources are still lacking.
Zhao Wuji watched for a moment, then cut off a piece of mycelium from the wine fungus that had grown considerably, and left the Pot Heaven space.

A flash of sword light appeared, like a rainbow piercing the sky, heading straight for Tianji Island.

Meanwhile, in the south, in the Qian Kingdom, deep within the Yinshan Gorge.

A tall, thin figure staggered across the decaying leaves, his black robe already tattered, revealing a withered, lifeless body beneath.

Zhang Sichen's face was weathered and his eyes were cold. He gripped the rock wall with his five fingers, tearing five hideous marks on the stone surface with his fingertips.

"The Wang family...cough cough! More than four months have passed, and they still haven't returned to Tiannan."

He coughed out a foul, turbid breath, and the spiritual energy dissipating from his body dissipated even faster in the surrounding spiritually devoid environment.

Four months of living in the open forced him to squeeze every last drop of spiritual energy from the last secret resource point.

The former majesty of the founding emperor of Xuan Kingdom has long since vanished, and now he is more like a trapped beast driven to the brink of despair.

"The Enchanted Grotto-Heaven: My Mysterious Kingdom"

He licked his cracked lips, a fierce glint appearing in his cloudy eyes.

Zhang Sichen's face twisted as he scanned the three remaining dim source crystals in his storage bag with his divine sense.

He has almost exhausted all his savings, and now he is struggling to even maintain his cultivation level.

Without the replenishment of source crystals in a spiritless environment, the spiritual energy in the body is being depleted at a rapid rate.

If they do not receive spiritual nourishment, they will fall to the late stage of the Concentration Realm in no more than ten days.

As for the Golden Elixir that he once longed to strive for, it is now completely hopeless.

"hateful!"

Filled with resentment, he suddenly took out a jade map slip from his storage bag.

A distorted map of the Southern Tianyu region appeared on the jade map slip.

He marked four of the bright spots, which were particularly striking.

The Bone Cave was shrouded in black mist. He had already explored it, but it had been emptied out and was devoid of any resources.

The Azure Cave Heaven was shrouded in a blood-red mist. The old monster Huang Shang was too terrifying and powerful, and he was unwilling to provoke him.

Only the Supreme Grotto-Heaven and the Exquisite Grotto-Heaven were marked with golden light, making them more suitable targets.

"The Supreme Grotto-Heaven is rumored to be protected by the recently emerged Ancestor of Tiannan, who is suspected to be an old monster whose Golden Core cultivation has been lost."

He stared at the Supreme Cave Heaven, a resentful grumble escaping his throat, "Can't afford to offend it!"

He turned to look at the Linglang Cave, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Linglang Cave Heaven is now only ruled by that brat who hasn't even grown up yet. Those two little snakes have already left! It's the perfect time to kill that brat to vent my anger and then seize all the resources."

Zhang Sichen's eyes were cold, and he still hadn't forgotten the little bastard who had destroyed the dragon vein in the past, causing him, a dignified cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, to be seriously injured and forced to flee, a failure at the last minute.

call!
He suddenly made a hand seal, and a sky full of dark crows suddenly rose from the mountains and forests, enveloping his figure, which could both conceal his whereabouts and reduce the wear and tear on his journey.

The direction in which the crows flapped their wings was clearly pointing towards the Linglang Cave!

(End of this chapter)