Immortals of the End Times

Tianji Island resembles a giant sword slanting across the sky, its tip pointing directly to the East China Sea, while its body is deeply embedded in the seabed.

The entire island is shrouded in a perpetual, star-like mist.

The island's cliffs are as if carved by swords and axes, covered with crisscrossing ancient sword marks.

Each one seemed to contain some profound and mysterious essence of swordsmanship.

Legend has it that the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal's "Azure Lotus Sword Song" left behind the Azure Lotus Sword Intent, which "stretches across thousands of miles."

The True Martial Sword Manual of Master Zhang of Wudang is also based on the Yin-Yang sword posture of "turtle and snake intertwined" at this time, which has attracted countless sword cultivators to come to worship and comprehend it over the years.

Zhao Wuji was now on the edge of the perpetually misty illusion on Tianji Island, a look of solemnity appearing in his eyes.

This star mist, though seemingly ethereal, actually harbors deadly intent. It is part of the Sword Tomb Formation, containing the sword intent and obsessions left behind by many sword cultivators.

"This Star Mist Illusion is quite ingenious; it's like an illusion, like a sword, with sword energy and sword intent forming arrays!"

Zhao Wuji muttered to himself, but without hesitation, he stepped into the star mist.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery changed dramatically.

The sword marks on the cliff face, which were originally clearly visible, now twisted and writhed like living things, transforming into sharp sword energies that attacked from all directions.

The sword energy crisscrossed, forming a net that enveloped Zhao Wuji.

"That's quite direct."

He raised an eyebrow slightly and calmly began to form a sword incantation.

The Frost Soul Flying Sword responded and transformed into twenty-four dazzling sword lights, circling around him.

The sword light poured down like a galaxy, colliding with the incoming illusory sword energy and bursting forth with dazzling light.

However, this illusory realm of starlight seemed endless, with wave after wave of sword energy rising and falling.

Moreover, each sword aura contains a different sword intent, some as sharp as the wind, some as heavy as a mountain, and some as unpredictable as a shadow, as if many sword cultivators were attacking at the same time, making it impossible to defend against.

"Something interesting."

Zhao Wuji's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

He did not rush to break the formation, but instead used his formation-setting skills to quietly perceive the operating rules of the illusionary sword formation.

Divine senses, like silk threads, quietly penetrated the star mist, capturing the veins and nodes of the sword formation.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the island.

A sword stele, over ten zhang tall, stands majestically.

The stele is covered with obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient sword patterns, from which the faint sound of swords echoes.

Xiao Chenzhou, the fourth sword disciple of the Qilin Sword Sect, sat cross-legged in front of the monument.

His indigo sword robe was spotless, its hem fluttering even without wind, and a faint sword aura swirled around him.

A sheathless ancient sword lay across her lap, its blade a deep blue like a frozen pool, occasionally flashing a blinding crimson light at its edge, seemingly resonating with the blood-red sunset.

Suddenly, Xiao Chenzhou opened his eyes, his gaze flashing. His Clear Sword Heart sensed the sword intent emanating from the Star Mist Illusion outside, and a thought stirred within him.

"It seems to be the Linlang Zhao Wuji that Junior Brother Liu and Elder Mo mentioned in their message!"

After sensing for a moment, he shook his head slightly, realizing that Zhao Wuji's method of breaking the sword formation was incorrect.

In this way, either the mission will fail completely, or they will never be able to get into the heart of the island.

They either have to spend a lot of time grinding them down, and it might take several months before they can break in.

He stopped paying attention and continued to study the sword mark opposite him that resembled a 'Tai Chi' symbol.

Inside the Starry Misty Realm.

"I see……"

A glint of light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

With his array-setting skills, he had already grasped all the secrets of the Illusion Sword Array.

This sword formation uses star mist as a medium and draws upon the sword intent left behind by countless sword cultivators on the island over the years to form an ever-evolving labyrinth of sword intent.

If you don't understand sword intent and sword formations, forcibly breaking them will only trigger a backlash of more sword intent, leading to a deadly battle.

"In that case, let's meet sword intent with sword intent, and break sword formation with sword formation!"

Zhao Wuji gave a low shout and pointed his sword.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The Frost Soul Flying Sword suddenly split into thirty-six star-patterned sword lights, outlining a Heavenly Gang Sword Formation diagram in the air.

At the same time, he formed hand seals and unleashed his full array formation technique, integrating his sword intent into the array diagram.

"Buzz!"

The Heavenly Gang Formation shone brightly, resonating with the sword intent within the Star Mist Illusion.

Using array formation techniques as a guide and sword intent as a medium, Zhao Wuji actually managed to carve out a passage within the illusion.

Wherever the sword light passed, the starlight dissipated and the sword energy vanished.

He was extremely skilled in formations.

In terms of sword intent, he was no less than the sword intent left behind by most of the sword cultivators in this Star Mist Illusion.

At this moment, his formation skills and swordsmanship were perfectly integrated.

The sword formation moved with perfect precision, each sword beam striking precisely the weak points of the illusionary sword formation.

"break!"

With a clear shout, the Heavenly Gang Formation Diagram began to operate with a roar.

Thirty-six sword lights surged like a reversed Milky Way, tearing a huge gap in the Star Mist Illusion.

The misty sword energy instantly dissipated, revealing the true scene on the island.

Zhao Wuji sheathed his sword and stood there, feeling the surging sword intent within his body and the subtle changes in the array formation technique.

The Yin-Yang Beads revealed that the proficiency in both array formation and swordsmanship had improved.

In particular, his array formation technique has reached the point of perfection.

"This Star Mist Illusion is indeed a good place for trials."

He smiled slightly, stepped forward, and walked towards the sword monument in the center of the island. Soon he saw a young man sitting opposite the sword monument, exuding a cold sword intent and powerful spiritual might, which made him look very fierce.

"Another member of the Qilin Sword Sect? And a late-stage Nascent Soul Realm cultivator at that."

Zhao Wuji's gaze fell on the Qilin sword token at the young man's waist, a strange look flashing across his eyes.

This Penglai Sword Tomb should simply be named the Qilin Sword Tomb.

Of the three who entered the main island, the two he encountered were both from the Qilin Sword Sect.

"Junior Brother Liu mentioned in his message that Fellow Daoist Zhao's swordsmanship is indeed extraordinary. I thought you would be trapped in the Star Mist Illusion Realm for a while longer."

At this moment, the young man spoke, his voice like a clear spring striking a stone, forming a strange contrast with the sharp sword intent around him, "I am Xiao Chenzhou. If you wish to comprehend this sword stele, please wait a moment, or move to another place first, so that I may comprehend this sword mark."

As Xiao Chenzhou spoke, he slightly raised his eyes, his gaze as clear and bright as sword light, yet carrying the gentle demeanor of a young master from a noble family. He looked at Zhao Wuji and nodded slightly to show his respect.

Zhao Wuji was slightly surprised.

The swordsman from the Qilin Sword Sect exuded a sharp sword intent, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

But his speech and behavior were surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his aloof image.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, you're too kind!"

The other party was polite, so he didn't refrain from being impolite. He clasped his hands in response and then strolled towards the rock wall in a secluded spot, without rushing to study the central sword stele.

But on the rock face, starlight and mist swirled, like a dream.

A dozen sword marks, each over ten feet deep, are faintly visible on the surrounding rock walls, each seemingly containing profound principles of swordsmanship.

One of them was particularly eye-catching, shaped like a blooming blue lotus, with a sword intent as vast as the sea.

Just getting close to it sends chills down your spine, as if you're about to be torn apart by invisible sword energy.

"This is."

Zhao Wuji seemed to sense something, and lightly traced the edge of the sword mark with his fingertips.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp sword intent surge into his sea of ​​consciousness like a tide.

A sea of ​​clouds appeared before my eyes, and a figure in white robes walked on a sword, his robes fluttering like a banished immortal descending to earth.

The sword immortal tilted his head back and drank the fine wine. Suddenly, he let out a long roar, and wherever his sword pointed, the demonic aura dissipated!

"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"

A blue rainbow pierced the sun, and the sword light shone like a ribbon.

In a daze, Zhao Wuji saw:

With a single sword strike, the head of a monster the size of a house flew into the sky, raining down blood.

Sword energy surged, and the aroma of wine filled the air. The sword intent was unrestrained and wild, yet it also contained the rhythm of the sword path, making people's hearts tremble.

Where the lotus blooms, demons are beheaded.

When the lotus fades, the world is bright and clear!

"boom!"

This sword intent, spanning a thousand years, suddenly erupted, piercing Zhao Wuji's sea of ​​consciousness like ten thousand swords piercing his heart.

"Such a strong sword intent!"

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the core of the Ice Sword Divine Sense trembled violently.

Twenty-four icy sword lights spontaneously protected their master, forming a Xuanbing Sword Domain within their divine consciousness.

With a series of cracking sounds, ice crystals spread and collided violently with the incoming Azure Lotus Sword Qi!
As the two sword intents clashed, the illusion before Zhao Wuji's eyes changed again.

Suddenly, the white-robed swordsman turned around, a hint of pride and approval flashing in his hazy, drunken eyes.

With a light flick of the sword, the countless blue lotuses suddenly gathered into a single beam, transforming into a three-inch blue light that spun like a blue lotus, piercing straight at his brow!
"break!"

In the critical moment, Zhao Wuji's sword intent was highly concentrated, and his eyes flashed with sharp light.

The Cold Soul Sword Intent was so refined that it manifested a crystal-clear ice lotus sword in the sea of ​​consciousness, slashing upwards against the green lotus!

"Zheng!!"

The clear, melodious sound of the sword resonated throughout the soul.

The ice crystal sword lotus shattered inch by inch, its petals flying everywhere, but the green lotus was also forced back, scattering back into countless lotus shadows across the sky.

In a daze, a clear laugh seemed to pierce through time and space, emerging from the sword intent, carrying three parts intoxication and seven parts unruliness:

"Having accomplished his task, he left without a trace, concealing his merit and fame. That young man is quite something; let's have a big toast!"

"Is this the sword intent of the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal? How wild and unrestrained!"

He shuddered, took several steps back, and quickly withdrew his finger, a drop of blood already seeping from the tip.

The wound on the fingertip was covered with a strange scab of blood, interwoven with ice crystals and blue light, faintly forming a lotus pattern.

The proficiency level flowed through the Yin-Yang Beads, and the newly comprehended sword intent flowed through his heart like a clear spring, increasing his swordsmanship proficiency by more than one hundred.

Zhao Wuji's mind was filled with the image of that blue lotus from earlier, and he had already mastered this sword control technique.

Compared to the Xuanbing Sword Lotus of the Xuanbing Sword Art, the Azure Lotus Sword Qi of the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal is much stronger.

Not far away, Xiao Chenzhou seemed to sense something and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly: "Fellow Daoist Zhao is indeed quite skilled."

This is a remnant of Senior Taibai's "Azure Lotus Sword Song". Ordinary sword cultivators would be injured if they touched it, and would find it difficult to comprehend.

"Fellow Daoist, you managed to escape unscathed and even leave behind the Azure Lotus Mark. No wonder Junior Brother Liu speaks highly of you."

"That's Fellow Daoist Liu being too kind!"

Zhao Wuji smiled calmly.

Xiao Chenzhou was clearly testing his abilities, which is why he hadn't given him a warning earlier.

After bowing respectfully, Zhao Wuji walked slowly along the rock wall, carefully appreciating the many sword marks on it.

These sword marks, though not as stunning as those of the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal, were still of extraordinary origin.
These are all left behind by the prodigies carefully cultivated by the major sword-wielding sects of each era!
Occasionally, a few swordsmen from humble backgrounds leave their mark here; those who can do so must possess extraordinary abilities.

Zhao Wuji was so engrossed in it that he felt the vastness of the sword path and that there must be someone he could learn from among three people.

Before I knew it, my swordsmanship proficiency had climbed to 2912, just one step away from breaking through!
He stopped and pondered before a blank rock face. "Whoosh!"

His gaze was like a sword, bursting forth with a sharp sword intent!

Two sword marks resembling eyes suddenly appeared on the rock wall, the sword intent restrained, returning to simplicity.

These marks are unlike ordinary sword techniques, yet they conceal astonishing sword intent. Looking across the entire rock face, only the Azure Lotus Sword Mark can rival it in form.

"I came, I saw, and I left a trace."

Zhao Wuji gazed at his masterpiece and nodded slightly.

He turned his head and looked into the distance.
Xiao Chenzhou, the fourth Qilin Sword Master, is still meditating in front of the sword monument.

He didn't go forward to disturb them, but simply turned away quietly.

We strolled to the edge of the deserted island.

He took out the wine fungus mycelium that he had previously extracted from the Pot Heaven space.

His gaze was deep as he looked toward the other main islands shrouded in mist in the distance.

The sea breeze blew fiercely, causing his purple robe to flutter.

"Where exactly is that fungus demon hiding? We've searched the outer islands to no avail."

He muttered to himself, pointing two fingers together at his brow, "Then let's use the Dream Marriage Technique to probe once more!"

"Buzz!"

Divine consciousness surged into the mycelium like a tide, and the blue light of the Dream-Marrying Technique burst forth from his eyes.

The scene before my eyes suddenly distorted, transforming into a hazy dream.

In the dream, the mycelium wriggled and extended like a living thing, eventually outlining the shape of a lonely island in the void.

The island is shaped like a reclining dragon, with the surrounding seawater pushed aside by an invisible force, forming a ring-shaped trench.

The island was covered with honeycomb-like holes, just like the dream he had seen inside the Tianbao Cave on Chishui Peak.

"This is."

Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat.

The dream's perspective suddenly zoomed out, revealing the lonely island slowly sinking into the sea, gradually merging with the Big Dipper formation composed of seven sword islands.

Ultimately, the island's outline perfectly overlapped with the Tianquan Island of the present-day Sword Tomb!

"Could it be Tianquan Island?!"

The screen suddenly shattered.

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, cold sweat already seeping from his forehead.

He stared intently at the direction of Tianquan Island in the distance.

The seawater beneath the island was as dark as ink, with a faint, decaying dragon aura churning within.

"So the isolated island I sensed in Tianbao Cave was actually the original form of Tianquan Island in the Sword Tomb?"

His mind trembled, and a storm raged in his head. "Where is that fungus demon now?"

He scanned the storage bag with his divine sense.

The three sobering stones inside the bag—the gold, the human, and the earth stones—were slightly warm, as if responding to something.

An even more terrifying thought came to mind.

If the Junyao escaped to Tianquan Island with the Heavenly-grade Sobering Stone, the most likely place to hide would be the Dragon-Trapping Abyss beneath Tianquan Island!
"wrong."

He suddenly shook his head.

The Sword Tomb appears once every sixty years. Over the years, countless sword cultivators have entered and exited it, and even Daoist Xinghe has come to the island to study its secrets.

If the fungal demons were entrenched on the island, they should have been discovered long ago. Unless...
"Unless it was hidden at the bottom of the Dragon-Trapping Abyss long before the Sword Tomb was formed, accompanying the legendary dragon's corpse!"

The thought sent chills down his spine.

He recalled what the Daoist Xinghe had said: there was the remains of a dragon in the Dragon-Trapping Abyss, and its dragon pearl contained the intent of the Azure Sea Sword.

If the fungus demon uses the aura of the dragon ball to conceal itself, it is indeed possible to evade the cultivators' detection.

"If that's the case, the fungus demon is hiding quite well. Did it hide itself, or was it subdued and hidden by the person who created the Sword Tomb?"

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes, his mind racing with thoughts.

Trapped Dragon Abyss is no benevolent place; it is extremely dangerous.

For many years, sword cultivators who were confident in their strength have ventured into the Dragon Abyss in search of the Dragon Pearl containing the sword intent of the vast ocean, but all of them have never returned.

Even a powerful cultivator like Xinghe Daoren, who was at the Golden Core stage back then, dared not venture deep into the Dragon-Trapping Abyss beneath Tianquan Island.

Even in this desolate world where spiritual energy is depleted, there are still ancient spiritual veins beneath the Sword Tomb.

If there are any dangers within the Dragon Abyss, it can at least unleash 50-60% of its former power, which is beyond its current strength.

"This is troublesome. It seems I'll have to wait another sixty years before I'll have the strength to explore the Dragon-Trapping Abyss."

Zhao Wuji frowned in thought, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, recalling the phantom images of the nine cauldrons and the sea map that appeared on the Zhenhai Stele.

A bold conjecture suddenly popped into my mind: "When Yu the Great was controlling the floods, he once subdued a dragon. Could it be that the dragon in the Dragon-Trapping Abyss is related to the Nine Tripods?"

He was about to quickly retrieve the Zhenhai Stele from the Pot Heaven Space.

His hand suddenly stopped moving, his fingertips hovering.

The Dream Marriage Technique stirred spontaneously within my consciousness like ripples.

A strong sense of crisis struck like a needle prick.

The mycelium in his hand quickly turned into ashes and merged into the Dream Marriage spell.

His eyes closed slightly, and a fragment of a dream suddenly appeared before him.

In the dream, the azure light of the Zhenhai Stele pierced through the space of the pot-shaped heaven, and the phantom image of the nine tripods on the stele collided fiercely with the dragon energy of the seabed.

Beneath Tianquan Island, the dark and gloomy Kunlong Abyss suddenly boiled.

A pair of scarlet dragon eyes opened from the mud, and the decaying dragon corpse began to revive under the stimulation of the inscription.

A dragon soul, carrying towering, turbid waves, soared into the sky!

Even more horrifying, inside the dragon corpse's abdominal cavity, there were faintly visible honeycomb-like mycelium wriggling, and a Heavenly-grade sobering stone shimmered with an eerie, blood-red light in the center of the mycelium.
"hiss!"

The dream suddenly collapsed.

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He quickly stopped what he was doing, his eyes wide with shock: "Activating the Sea-Suppressing Stele could actually trigger the dragon soul? That fungus demon was indeed hiding inside the dragon's corpse!"

He had complete faith in the methods of interpreting dreams using the Zhou Gong dream interpretation technique, and at this moment he dared not make any further rash moves.

In the distance, a cold wind suddenly swept across the direction of Tianquan Island, and the sea surface inexplicably rippled with fine waves, as if some ancient being was peering at it from across the abyss.

He immediately formed a hand seal to conceal his aura and completely sealed off the space within the pot, thinking to himself, "The dragon's corpse was parasitized by the fungus demon. Although I don't know if the sea chart in the Sea-Suppressing Stele points to the Sword Tomb Tianquan Island, the two must be connected."

At that moment, the Dream Marriage Technique within my sea of ​​consciousness trembled once more.

However, two completely different warnings came at the same time.

A chilling aura, unique to the Xuan Yin White Bone Dao, emanated from the White Bone Cave Master Wei Ding and mingled with his divine sense fluctuations.

The other source was the Xuanming Dynasty cultivators under his control within the Linglang Cave Heaven, whose messages were chaotic and urgent.

"Zhang Sichen is here?!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

He quickly made a hand seal, using the Dream Marriage Technique to construct a dreamscape, sharing his vision with one of the Xuanming Dynasty cultivators who remained in the Linglang Cave.

However, in the field of vision, the tall and thin figure of Zhang Sichen, the first emperor of Xuan Kingdom, circled like a vulture outside the Linglang Cave Heaven, surrounded by a sky full of black crows.

He pressed his withered palm onto the mountain-protecting array, and the concentrated spiritual pressure caused ripple-like cracks to appear on the array's light screen!
"That old dog dared to attack the cave while I was away!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes. He immediately made a hand seal to activate the Dream Marriage Technique, and his divine sense, like a sharp sword, transmitted commands.

"Wei Ding, Bai Chengshang! Leave the pass immediately and send a message to Empress Li Shiyu to relocate and rush to the aid of Linlang Cave Heaven!"

He used the Dream Marriage Technique to directly command the two controlled Nascent Soul cultivators, "Cooperate with the mountain-protecting formation and hold off Zhang Sichen at all costs!"

In the Xuan Kingdom, beneath the Penglai Palace, in a cultivation chamber filled with source crystals.

Wei Ding and Bai Chengshang, who were sitting cross-legged and meditating, opened their eyes at the same time, their black robes fluttering even without wind.

The two quickly stood up. "Yes, sir!"

More than twenty days ago, after Zhao Wuji ordered the two to return to Tiannan, the two traveled for seven or eight days to reach the Penglai Palace of Xuan Kingdom.

After that, the two stayed underground in the palace.
He regulated his breathing and recovered, stabilizing his realm, in the cultivation chamber built of source crystal.

This was originally a tacit understanding reached between Zhao Wuji and Empress Li Shiyu.

Firstly, it can accommodate these two subordinates at the Concentration Realm.

Secondly, when he, the only Concentration Cave Master of the Linglang Cave Heaven, is away, there can be a powerful figure guarding the Xuan Kingdom and the Cave Heaven to prevent unforeseen events.

Now, this arrangement has finally come in handy!
Zhao Wuji continued to transmit his instructions to the two Xuanming Dynasty cultivators through the Dream Marriage Technique: "Activate the 'Mysterious Heaven Big Dipper Formation' and immediately cooperate with Elder Ji Mobai and other peak masters to defend the mountain gate! Reinforcements are on their way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Xuan Tian Bei Dou Formation rose from Xuan Ji Peak within the Linglang Cave.

Brilliant starlight shot up from Xuanji Peak, transforming into seven star pillars that connected heaven and earth.

These formations were learned by Zhao Wuji from Xinghe Daoist and he personally improved and set them up in the cave, making the mountain-protecting formation even more powerful.

"boom!"

Zhang Sichen's attack caused the array's light barrier to shake violently, and Elder Lu, who was in charge of the array's core, coughed up blood.

The numerous cultivators from various grotto-heavens who participated in setting up the formation were as if they had been precisely moved, and actually used the force of the formation's counter-shock to distribute the damage.

Some people coughed up blood, their chests collapsed, but they remained calm and continued to pour spiritual energy into the array's core.

On Tianji Island, Zhao Wuji sensed the battle situation through the Dream Marriage Technique, his face ashen.

That's too late.

Even if he flew with all his might from Yizhou in the East Sea back to Xuan Kingdom in the South, it would still take him at least five days to return.

If Linlang Cave Heaven couldn't withstand the attack within five days, it would have been breached long ago.

We can only hope that Wei Ding and Bai Chengshang can protect the cave.

Not long after, just as the mountain-protecting formation was on the verge of collapse, through his dream vision, Zhao Wuji saw Wei Ding's Netherworld White Bone Claw tear through the clouds, while Bai Chengshang's sword rainbow, accompanied by streaks of shadows, hurtled through the air!

"There's enough time!"

A glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the light barrier of the mountain-protecting formation, Zhang Sichen was gathering his spiritual power to completely break through the formation when he suddenly turned around alertly.

Two powerful attacks came from the horizon, flanking from the left and right. The giant hand transformed from the Netherworld White Bone Claw descended overhead, while the Shadow Sword Light on the right was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue!
"Wei Ding?!"

Zhang Sichen was filled with shock and rage. He swept out with the True Dragon Sword, quickly blasting away the white bone claw. "You dare to attack me?"

Amidst the explosive sound of spiritual energy colliding, Bai Chengshang's shadowy sword light pierced in from a blind spot like a venomous snake, tearing through the flock of black crows and bursting into bloody blooms, heading straight for his dantian!
"Bastard!"

Zhang Sichen roared, and a Dragon Seal magic weapon was unleashed with a bang, its violent energy shattering the sword energy.

However, this series of attacks had greatly increased his spiritual energy depletion.

Alarm bells rang in Zhang Sichen's mind, and he retreated rapidly.
With his perfectly focused divine sense, he forced the two back and then spread out like a tide, frantically searching for the possibly lurking Tiannan Ancestor!

"These two old geezers actually showed up at the same time!"

His pupils contracted sharply, and a warning screamed in his heart.

Could it be that the legendary Tiannan Patriarch is hiding in the shadows?!
Unexpectedly, this retreat
"Whoosh!"

Wei Ding and his companion seized the opportunity to slip into the mountain-protecting formation, where the Xuanming cultivator in charge of the formation proactively opened it to welcome them.

The two then focused their spiritual energy to reinforce the formation!
"what?!"

Zhang Sichen froze abruptly, his eyes widening as a terrifying thought exploded in his mind:

Could it be that the Linglang Cave Heaven has also fallen into the control of the Tiannan Ancestor?!
Who exactly is this old monster? His reach is a bit too far.
Just as Zhang Sichen was filled with doubt and uncertainty, the Supreme Cave Master Bai Chengshang suddenly sent a telepathic message.

"Zhang Sichen, my master, the Ancestor of Tiannan, has ordered me to deliver a message to you!"

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