Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 201, pages 238-239: Concentrating the Mind, Invincible; Unbridled, Injured; Peak Master with Double Pupils (Two chapters combined, please subscribe)

The white lotus sword energy was delivered seemingly slowly but actually swiftly. The moment it collided with the black greatsword that pierced through the cave, the entire cave was struck as if by lightning.

Blinding sparks burst forth from the cracks in the rock face.

A powerful and domineering spiritual force accompanied the energy, almost forming a sharp cone-shaped wave of energy that collided at the point where the two swords met.

Snap!
The bluestone beneath Zhao Wuji's feet suddenly collapsed three inches, and his whole body trembled violently.

His eyes suddenly gleamed, and he used his eyes as a sword to enhance its power.

The seemingly slow-moving white lotus accelerated upon contact, its twenty-four petals lashing out like sword wheels.

However, the black greatsword's momentum did not diminish but increased. The golden light bursting from the sword's edge was like the sun exploding, and its fierce and unparalleled sword intent was extremely domineering, crushing the lotus petals with overwhelming force!

"Ka-ka!"

Amidst the crisp sound of the white lotus sword energy shattering inch by inch, Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

A blurry figure stood in mid-air outside the cave, stepping on the flying rubble. His black robe billowed like ink, and his eyes behind the dark mask were as cold as iron.

The black greatsword he wielded was extremely domineering, imbued with his perfectly concentrated divine sense, condensing into a domineering sword intent.

"Perfected Concentration?!"

Before Yan Lan's exclamation could even finish, the remaining force of the Overlord Sword had already slammed into Zhao Wuji's brow.

The core of the Ice Sword Divine Sense suddenly unleashed an extremely cold sword intent, condensing divine consciousness power and transforming it into countless threads, which actually condensed into chains of ice crystals in the void.

The domineering black sword suddenly stopped, and the black and gold light that was emanating from the blade was frozen into fine frost patterns!
"laugh!"

The blood sword trembled simultaneously, and countless scarlet curse marks appeared on its blade.

The turbid, yellowish aura of calamity coiled around him like a living thing, frantically corroding the fierce sword intent of the Overlord Sword.

The black and gold sword light dimmed at a visible speed, as if it were being devoured by thousands of bloodworms!
"Om!!"

In that split second, the true meaning of Xiang Yu's Blood Spear roared out from the depths of his consciousness!

As if an ancient battlefield phantom had instantly unfolded, amidst the roars of countless battle spirits, a halberd wrapped in blood-red aura appeared out of nowhere!

"clang!!!"

Amidst a deafening roar, the domineering sword that had invaded the sea of ​​consciousness finally revealed its true form.

The seven-foot-long sword was entirely black, with a reddish-gold blade and a dragon pattern on the guard that shone like lava. Yet, it was being held firmly by the blood halberd!
"Boom!"

The two streams of true intent burst forth with fierce sword energy, and the shockwave from their collision was like a raging sea, instantly turning the cave's dome into dust!
Amidst the billowing dust, a sickening cracking sound of bones popping echoed through the air.

Zhao Wuji retreated three steps, each step leaving a spiderweb-like deep pit on the rock surface. His blood and qi churned within him, and his expression was one of astonishment.

If not for an extremely strong physique.

This domineering and unparalleled sword strike could severely injure him.

"Xiang Yu's ambition for hegemony?!"

The black-robed cultivator looked at Zhao Wuji with surprise, completely unable to understand how someone who was not from the royal family could comprehend Xiang Yu's domineering intent.

"A cowardly fellow who hides his true colors!"

Just then, Yan Lan's Hunyuan Sword transformed into a fiery phoenix over ten feet long, heading straight for the black-robed figure outside the cave.

The Sea Mountain Stele of the Blue Canghai Sea stirred up even more mighty waves.

However, the black-robed swordsman did not turn his head. With the activation of his sword technique, the black greatsword transformed into a black-gold giant sword and slashed horizontally.

"Qiang!!"

The black-gold sword light fell like divine punishment.

The phoenix cried out in despair and dissipated, the waves evaporated into mist.

Before Bai Chengshang's sneak attack, the Shadow Sword Qi, could even get close, it was crushed into dust by the Overlord Sword's own fierce sword domain, causing him to cough up blood and fly backward.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the black-robed swordsman stood in mid-air.

The Panlong Overlord Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and where the sword's edge passed, distorted ripples remained in the air.

His voice, emanating from beneath his mask, was as cold as the clash of metal: "Among cultivators at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, you are absolutely unique in being able to withstand one of my sword strikes!"

Zhao Wuji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the Cold Soul Sword hovered in front of him, humming and trembling.

The three core divine senses were still stinging.

He stared at the black-robed figure, sensing an aura that was both unfamiliar and familiar. In his astonishment, he suddenly laughed: "A Nascent Soul Perfection expert cultivated by the prestigious Wang family, who is virtually invincible below the Golden Core stage, is actually hiding his true identity?"

"Hmm? You actually figured it out."

The black-robed swordsman's eyes, hidden behind his mask, showed surprise. He slightly raised the sword beside him, and his perfectly concentrated spiritual pressure collapsed like a mountain.

Under this oppressive force, the ruins of the cave collapsed one after another, revealing the dark, overcast sky outside, as if a storm was about to break.

Yan Lan's red robes fluttered in the gale as she stood in front of Zhao Wuji, urgently transmitting her voice: "Nephew, run! This person's strength is far too overwhelming, far surpassing Zhang Sichen's; we are no match for him!"

"Walk?"

The black-robed swordsman curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, his gaze lingering on Zhang Sichen's corpse for a moment before slowly shifting to Zhao Wuji.

Suddenly, the Black Gold Overlord Sword burst forth with a dazzling cold light, and a ten-zhang sword rainbow soared into the sky like a black dragon, stirring up the wind and clouds.

Now that you know who I am, you're not leaving today.

"boom!!"

The black and gold sword light struck again, and wherever the sword passed, it exploded with deafening thunder, as if divine punishment had descended upon the world, sword energy and thunder.

The entire valley trembled under this sword strike, and the air was torn apart, creating a visible vacuum channel!

Just as the sword rainbow struck down.
Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and he made a sword gesture with his hand.

"Qiang!"

The True Martial Broken Sword burst forth from the storage bag, its illusory tortoise and snake figures intertwining and flowing, outlining a profound Tai Chi diagram in the void.

At the same time, the blue aura of the Dream Marriage Technique rapidly spread beneath his feet, using the broken sword as a medium to forcibly recreate the sword strike of Zhang Zhenren that he had glimpsed in the Duke of Zhou's Dream Interpretation!

A giant Tai Chi sword diagram appeared in mid-air and rolled away.

"clang!!!"

The moment the Tai Chi sword diagram collided with the Overlord Sword, a terrifying shockwave swept across the surrounding area for hundreds of feet.

Trees were snapped, and the surrounding cave and rocks collapsed with a roar, breaking the mountain walls in half!
Yan Lan and the others had no choice but to move aside.

After the Overlord Sword clashed with the Yang Sword of the Tai Chi Sword Diagram, it was deflected back by the Yin Sword.

"Crack!"

The black-robed swordsman's mask trembled open slightly, revealing half of his sharply defined, cold face.

For the first time, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes:
"Yin Yang Sword Intent!"

With a change in his sword technique, the black and gold greatsword suddenly trembled and hummed, its blade splitting into nine in the void, resembling a sky full of black dragon claws.

In an instant, countless black swords filled the sky like dark clouds pressing down, each one exuding a suffocatingly fierce sword aura!
"Boooooooh!!"

Nine black swords pierced through the air, their blades cutting fine black cracks into the very air.

This is none other than the extremely high realm of swordsmanship: sword energy differentiation!
Although it wasn't a split sword light, it still possessed a certain imposing power!

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply, and the Cold Soul Sword was instantly drawn!
"Zheng!"

The Cold Soul Sword traced a mysterious trajectory in the air, and its blade began to rapidly split apart.

First, it split into four, then transformed into sixteen ice crystal sword shadows, each radiating a chilling light, weaving an impenetrable net of ice crystal swords in mid-air.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

The black and gold sword rain clashed fiercely with the ice crystal sword net, unleashing a continuous clang of metal against metal.

The aftershocks of the sword energy pulverized all the rocks within a hundred feet radius into dust, and plowed countless deep ravines several feet deep into the ground.

The black-robed swordsman's brow suddenly furrowed beneath his mask, a flicker of shock crossing his eyes:
"How could someone at the mid-stage of the Condensation Realm comprehend sword light differentiation?"

Just as the final wave of sword rain was about to break through the defenses.

The black-robed swordsman suddenly sheathed his sword and stood still. The black-gold main sword, which had already touched Zhao Wuji's throat, strangely deflected by three points at the critical moment.

"Shh!"

In the end, it only tore apart Zhao Wuji's protective armor and cut off a strand of hair that was fluttering in the wind before receding like the tide.

Zhao Wuji was taken aback. He had just started to form a sword incantation to activate the Blood Fiend Needle Sword, but he had to give up at this moment.

The black-robed swordsman suddenly retreated, his black-gold domineering sword sweeping away Yan Lan's Primordial Fire Phoenix Sword Qi as it swung horizontally like a black dragon's tail.

However, Lan Canghai's Sea Mountain Law Stele suddenly exploded, and countless fragments of stone, carrying Yin energy, burst forth, blocking the retreat route like a rain of pear blossoms.

Bai Chengshang gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. The Shadow Sword Qi suddenly split into hundreds and thousands, entangling the sword cultivator's feet like venomous snakes.

The man in black robes snorted coldly, and his domineering sword trembled, unleashing a ring of air waves that crushed all the broken stones and shadowy figures. However, his sleeves were still scorched by the remaining flames of the fire phoenix, and a muffled groan came from under his mask.

He glanced deeply at Yan Lan and the others, then his figure, enveloped in immense spiritual power, soared into the distance, leaving only a voice transmission that echoed in Zhao Wuji's mind.

"The Wang family's waters are murky. I don't know how you grasped Xiang Yu's ambition, but you'd better not wade in, lest you bring disaster upon yourself!"

Yan Lan and the others were about to give chase when Zhao Wuji stopped them, saying, "There's no need to pursue."

He gazed at the departing figure and murmured, "The Nascent Soul Perfection expert cultivated by the Wang family is indeed extraordinary."

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly.

"Nephew, have you figured out who he is?" Yan Lan asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, he is the Peak Master's father, Hua Lengyun!"

Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

"what?!"

Yan Lan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she exclaimed in astonishment, "Junior Sister Hua's father is actually this strong? It is rumored that a great immortal cultivation clan like the Wang family will devote all its resources to cultivating a Nascent Soul Perfection expert with unparalleled combat talent, so that they can dominate a region in the Dharma-ending Age and intimidate all heroes."

"If a Golden Core cultivator doesn't emerge, then such a powerful individual is invincible within their realm. Could Hua Lengyun be one of them?"

"Not bad!"

Zhao Wuji's gaze turned serious, and he nodded, saying, "He must have been secretly colluding with Zhang Sichen, plotting something, but we didn't expect to catch him in the act."

They must have been lured here by Zhang Sichen's message, lying in wait for a long time, just waiting to use us to get rid of Zhang Sichen.

Yan Lan frowned, a sharp glint in her eyes: "What exactly is he hiding? Zhang Sichen has spent his entire life resisting the Wang family. Could it be..."

She suddenly looked at Zhao Wuji, her voice abruptly lowering, "Could he also be plotting to overthrow the Wang family? Or is he trying to use Zhang Sichen to deal with certain members of the Wang family and sabotage some grand plan?"

Zhao Wuji rubbed his aching temples and shook his head, saying, "There are too few clues right now, making it difficult to speculate."

I only hope that the peak master, being in the Wang family, won't be implicated by her father and drawn into this vortex.

"Very difficult"

Yan Lan rested her chin on her hand and shook her head thoughtfully. "In the past, Senior Hua Lengyun went to great lengths to conceal Junior Sister Hua's existence, and even fabricated the truth of his own fake death, just so that Junior Sister Hua wouldn't go to the Wang family to look for him."

It seems that what he is planning is bound to be fraught with crisis.

Ultimately, however, Junior Sister Hua still went to the Wang family, and now she finds herself at the center of their vortex.

"The Wang family."

Zhao Wuji pondered these two words in his heart. Sooner or later, he would resolve the shackles and troubles brought by the Wang family, and perhaps indirectly ensure the safety of the Peak Master.

Now, he holds the sword token of the Qilin Sword Sect.

Although they didn't know the true strength of the Qilin Sword Sect, they still had something to rely on.

He turned and walked to the cave ruins, staring at Zhang Sichen's body, which was half buried under the rubble.

A ghostly light flickered in his eyes as he realized that Zhang Sichen's vengeful spirit had dissipated, and he frowned slightly.

"A perfectly concentrated Yin spirit couldn't even last a moment... Hua Lengyun's sword strike was clearly a deliberate attempt to interrupt my spell!"

He thought to himself.

Zhang Sichen's dying cry of "How could you be so unkind to me?" clearly concealed his resentment and may even have involved Hua Lengyun's secret scheme.

Unfortunately, this secret disappeared along with Zhang Sichen's death.

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept across the cave, and then he quickly took away Zhang Sichen's relics, the Dragon Seal and the True Dragon Sword.

However, the storage bag of the first emperor of the Xuan Kingdom was already empty.

Only one dragon marrow remains inside the Dragon Seal, its dragon energy dim, clearly indicating that it has been extracted multiple times.

"A man who had reached the pinnacle of spiritual cultivation had fallen to such a state... The lack of spiritual energy in the outside world was also the root cause of his death."

Zhao Wuji shook his head.

"Uncle Master, let's go back to Linlang Cave Heaven first."

He said in a deep voice, and then quickly made arrangements: "Bai Chengshang, your injuries are quite serious. Go back to Wushang Cave Heaven to recuperate first."

"Lan Canghai, go and investigate the vicinity of Qingming Cave. If you notice anything unusual, send a message immediately."

Upon hearing this, Yan Lan raised her phoenix eyes slightly, and her red lips curved into a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

She lightly touched her lips with her slender finger, "My niece remembers it clearly, still thinking about the deal between her master and that old monster."

She suddenly leaned closer, her breath sweet as orchids: "Once my master obtains the 'Huangting Neijing', he will certainly not forget to share a portion with you."

"not that simple."

Zhao Wuji shook his head and said, "Now that Zhang Sichen has been eliminated, the biggest hidden danger left in Tiannan is Huang Shang."

Huang Shang, that old monster, is much more difficult to deal with than Zhang Sichen. I sent Lan Canghai to secretly keep an eye on him as a precaution.

As for your later plan to use the Zhenhai Stele to trade the Huangting Neijing from him, that requires further consideration.”

"Good, good! Junior Nephew, you are very thoughtful. Your master will now follow your arrangements!"

As Yan Lan spoke, she reached out her slender finger and gently touched Zhao Wuji's brow, her fiery nature replaced by concern as she said, "You must have injured your spirit just now, you should recover quickly."

"Ah."

Zhao Wuji closed his eyes, nodded, and made a medical incantation with his hands.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Several golden needles flew out from the sleeve and hovered above the head at important acupoints such as Baihui and Shenting. The needles trembled slightly and emitted a faint spiritual light.

Combined with medical techniques, the wound can be healed quickly.

Hua Lengyun was clearly holding back; she didn't intend to take their lives, but was merely giving them a warning.

Otherwise, given the meticulously cultivated and perfected spiritual cultivation of their great immortal cultivation families, if they were to use the double pupil technique of Xiang Yu's bloodline, they would likely either die or escape this time.

Zhao Wuji was confident that he could escape unscathed.

But Lan Canghai and Bai Chengshang's subordinates will definitely either be killed or injured.

"I need to reach the level of a great clan cultivator who has achieved perfect concentration and is invincible below the Golden Core stage as soon as possible. After returning to my cave, I still need to go and search for Xiang Yu's head again."

He pondered for a moment, and soon the three injured cores of his consciousness had recovered to about 70-80%, and the stinging pain was gone.

Zhao Wuji did not linger. He and Yan Lan quickly transformed into sword rainbows and headed straight for the Linlang Cave.

During the journey, he immersed his consciousness into the Dragon Seal and carefully examined the dragon marrow.

It's uncertain whether the dragon marrow can successfully transform into yang marrow after absorbing the third yang pearl.

Now, for the third Yang Pearl to be fully perfected, three Yang Marrows are needed.

Although he can now cultivate Yin Marrow by relying on the Yin Sha Spring in the Pot Heaven, he still only has a few clues about how to cultivate Yang Marrow.

"Let Li Shiyu manage the Xuan Kingdom well."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, and he had already made up his mind.

Once the Xuan Kingdom breaks free from the control of the Xuanming Dynasty, the dragon vein will regenerate new essence.
This might be the best way for him to reliably obtain Yang marrow in the future!

With a thought, the dragon marrow within the Dragon Seal vanished instantly, completely devoured by the third Yang Pearl.

"Buzz!"

The surface of the Yang Pearl shimmered with light, revealing a brand new message:
[Yang Qi: 128/30000] [Yang Marrow: 1/3]

"It's done!"

Zhao Wuji's lips curled up slightly.

Even if the dragon energy is weak, it can still transform yang marrow.
In the blink of an eye, the Linglang Cave Heaven is already in sight.

"Master Uncle, I need to stay in the capital for a while."

Yan Lan narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly upon hearing this:
"Going to see that empress you personally supported again?"

She gave a soft snort, a half-smile on her face, and said in an elder's tone:

"Nephew, it's perfectly fine for a man to have three wives and four concubines."

"But a true man's ambition lies in all corners of the world. We cultivators should prioritize our cultivation, and the Empress should place the well-being of her country above all else."

“You all need to distinguish between what is important and what is not,” she said meaningfully.

Zhao Wuji smiled and bowed:
"I will remember my master's teachings!"

"Hmph!" Yan Lan glanced at him lightly and said calmly, "Your senior uncle was also injured in the fight just now. After you visit your empress, go back to your cave and give your senior uncle some acupuncture treatment."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but chuckle, and bowed again: "Alright! Senior Uncle, please go back and wait!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the imperial palace below.

There are three purposes for this trip.
Firstly, handing over the dragon seal of the first emperor to Li Shiyu would both solidify their friendship and help her secure her throne.

Secondly, examine the current state of the Xuan Kingdom under the Empress's rule;

Third
Zhao Wuji's gaze darkened slightly.

Although the Xuanming Dynasty was domineering, it was able to govern the country well, ensuring peace and prosperity, and that it had its own unique strengths.

He already had a plan in mind:
Xuan Kingdom should also develop in this direction!
at the same time.

Deep within the Wang family's secret territory, Hua Qingshuang sat cross-legged on a lotus platform.

Nine jade pillars stand majestically around the lotus platform.

The pillar was wrapped in silver chains, the ends of which disappeared into the opposite stone wall, as if connected to some indescribable and terrifying entity.

"Tick!"

A drop of dark golden blood, carrying a strong murderous aura, dripped from the dome and landed right on Hua Qingshuang's brow.

In an instant, her body shone with a crimson-gold light, her hair moved without wind, her robes fluttered, and the veins beneath her fair skin became clearly visible.

"The true blood of the Overlord?"

Hua Qingshuang's eyelashes trembled slightly as she felt the power surging within her blood.

She could clearly sense that she had established some kind of mysterious connection with the terrifying aura behind the opposite stone wall.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a strange crimson-gold light emanated from the depths of his pupils, which slowly split apart, transforming into two pupils!

Once double pupils are formed, the world before one's eyes changes abruptly.

The once dimly lit secret place was now crystal clear in her eyes, and even the trajectory of the spiritual energy floating in the air could be clearly discerned.

"Is this the power of double pupils?"

Hua Qingshuang was deeply shocked and was about to savor the experience when suddenly...
"Roar!!"

A deafening roar came from behind the stone wall, causing the entire secret realm to tremble.

Hua Qingshuang's heart skipped a beat, and her double pupils involuntarily turned toward the source of the sound.

As far as the eye could see, the thick stone wall seemed to vanish as if it were transparent, revealing the scene behind it.

A gigantic head floats above the pool of blood!
The head was filled with angry eyes, its double pupils hung like a blood moon, and its face was as resolute as if carved by a knife. It was none other than the legendary Hegemon-King of Western Chu!

"Xiang Yu."

Hua Qingshuang's breath hitched.

What shocked her even more was that the moment she met Xiang Yu's double pupils, she saw countless shattered images in those crimson-gold pupils.

A battlefield stained with blood and fire, a crumbling dynasty, and a broken halberd.
And deep within these images, an incredibly familiar figure gradually came into focus.

"Unrestrained?"

Hua Qingshuang's heart trembled violently.

She saw Zhao Wuji standing proudly above the Wang family, surrounded by astonishing sword energy and rich spiritual energy. His sword intent was earth-shattering, and wherever his sword pointed, all spirits bowed down. Not far away, there were also figures of sword cultivators, seemingly guarding him.

The screen changes again!

Wang Wujiang, the head of the Wang family, knelt tremblingly on the ground, his white-haired head bowed deeply.

Wang Shouzhen, the second son of the Wang family and a Golden Elixir cultivator, humbly presented the family seal with both hands.
"How can this be?"

Hua Qingshuang was deeply shaken, yet the image in her double pupils became increasingly clear.

She saw a seemingly illusory cave space appear behind Zhao Wuji, with halos of light inside, and within each halo appeared to be the phantom of a powerful cultivator.

Seeing him standing on the Yin-Yang Tortoise and Snake Qi, with a starry river above his head, his spiritual power and aura were astonishing!
"impossible"

Hua Qingshuang's lips trembled slightly, and for the first time, surprise appeared in her usually aloof eyes.

In this degenerate age, even a Golden Core cultivator could not possibly display such an astonishing aura.

Unless the spiritual energy has already been revived!
Just then, Xiang Yu's head suddenly let out a long roar, and his double pupils burst out with dazzling blood light!
"boom!"

Hua Qingshuang felt as if struck by lightning; her consciousness trembled violently, and her double pupils closed involuntarily.

When she opened her eyes again, there were two lines of blood on her fair face.

The restless stone wall opposite had returned to normal, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

But the stinging pain in her palm reminded her.

There, a blood-red mark resembling a halberd mark had appeared sometime earlier, and it was faintly burning hot.

"Child, the concentration of your bloodline is truly astonishing. In just over a month, you have already successfully refined the Overlord's True Blood and comprehended the Double Pupil Technique."

At this moment, the voice of praise from the mistress, Hua Feng, came from the stone door behind them without reservation, her voice sounding even more tired and old.
(End of this chapter)