Immortals of the End Times

Outside the Azure Cave, dark clouds hung low, and miasma permeated the air.

Zhao Wuji and Yan Lan stood side by side a hundred feet away from the entrance of the cave, no longer going forward, and only sending General Gu Xiu to report.

Upon seeing this, General Gu Xiu's withered face twisted into a mocking sneer: "It seems that Cave Master Zhao is quite wary of Lord Huang Shang."

"Defenses can not do without."

Zhao Wuji remained calm, flicked his sleeve, and the Zhenhai Stele floated in front of him. "The Zhenhai Stele is here. Since Senior Huang Shang wants this stele, please first hand over the Lesser Golden Elixir Method of the Huangting Neijing to my master uncle for verification."

Upon seeing the Zhenhai Stele, General Gu Xiu's eyelids twitched. Without further ado, he immediately flew into the cave to report.

Soon.

Deep within the Azure Netherworld Cave, the blood array trembled.

"Zhenhai Stele"

A withered, emaciated figure slowly stepped through the blood-red array.

Huang Shang's hair and beard were all white, and his face was as wrinkled as tree bark. Only his eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if they could devour one's soul.

His gaze pierced through the Azure Netherworld Cave Formation, fixed on Zhao Wuji and Yan Lan outside. His voice was hoarse, like the grinding of sand: "Young friend, your methods are extraordinary. You must be an old friend from years ago... I wonder which fellow Daoist you are the reincarnation of?"

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly, knowing that Huang Shang was referring to him for severing the connection between the Zhenhai Stele and Yan Lan's soul.

He said, "Senior thinks too highly of me. In this degenerate age, cultivation is difficult. I have only been fortunate enough to have some opportunities. How dare I compare myself to you?"

Huang Shang's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was weighing his options.

Yan Lan parted her red lips slightly, smiling brightly: "Senior Huang, why bother testing us? You want the Zhenhai Stele, and we want the Lesser Golden Elixir Method. Let's each get what we need."

If you are not sincere, it's fine to cancel the deal.

Huang Shang sneered, "Yan girl, you are very dishonest. You should have sent this Zhenhai Stele to me long ago."

Yan Lan's eyes flashed with coldness. "Senior Huang, you say I'm dishonest, but aren't you the same? You made a promise back then, promising Zhang Sichen that you would stop him from taking revenge on Linlang Cave if he showed up, but in the end, you didn't do anything."

"It's no use talking more."

Huang Shang suddenly raised his hand and waved it, and a blood-red jade slip flew out from his sleeve and hovered in mid-air.

"The 'Inner Landscape Refining Spirit Technique' from the 'Huangting Neijing' is here, which can help cultivators who are focused on their spirit to condense the Lesser Golden Elixir."

His voice was deep, “However… I am very curious, since you are not any old friend, how did you manage to break free from the constraints of the Zhenhai Stele?”

Zhao Wuji did not answer, but scanned the jade slip with his divine sense. After confirming that it was correct, he said indifferently, "If you are really curious, senior, why don't you let my senior uncle examine the authenticity of the technique first?"

Huang Shang sneered upon hearing this, his gaunt face etched with wrinkles as if carved by a knife: "Even if I were to produce the Lesser Golden Elixir Method from the Yellow Court Inner Classic, how can I be sure that you, a junior, won't try to pull some tricks, take the method and leave without giving me the Zhenhai Stele?"

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back: "Senior Huang, you are mistaken. I am also worried that you are keeping secrets from me."

If what I receive is a truncated version of the cultivation method, or a fake scripture riddled with traps, wouldn't I be at a huge loss?

He flicked his sleeve and secretly transmitted his voice, saying, "Why don't we make a vow of the Nine Netherworld Profound Yin Heart Slaughtering Oath together, so that neither of us will have any scruples?"

"what?!"

Huang Shang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his decaying body took a step forward. The spiritual power emanating from his body made the ancient general's armor tremble with a "crackling" sound, and he unconsciously took three steps back.

"You actually know about such an ancient forbidden technique?!"

His voice became slightly shrill, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

This oath originated from a secret tradition of the Taiyin Soul-Slaying Sect, and only a handful of people in the world know about it. He only learned about it after studying the Daoist scriptures in the past.

The young man before me must be an old monster who has been reborn through possession, or perhaps an old friend!
Yan Lan's red lips parted slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in her phoenix eyes. She didn't know what Zhao Wuji had sent to Huang Shang that had elicited such a strong reaction from Huang Shang.

At this moment, Huang Shang calmed down again, then suddenly chuckled sinisterly and transmitted his voice: "This oath requires the primordial spirit as a guide, and only a Nascent Soul True Monarch can bear its weight. If you are not a True Monarch..."

His withered, claw-like fingers traced a line in the air, and a blood-red Dao pattern rose like a venomous snake. "Then reveal your true form! Otherwise, how dare I trade with someone who hides his true nature?"

The atmosphere instantly became deathly silent.

Zhao Wuji remained silent for a moment, having anticipated this situation.

It's difficult to get the best deal when dealing with such a cunning old fox.

He feigned a sigh and said, "Never mind."

With a light touch of his finger to his brow, a wisp of hazy primordial spirit power escaped from the space of the pot, condensing into a swirling starry river in the void. "The Xuan Tian old story of the Celestial Masters Sect seven hundred years ago... I'm afraid Senior Huang might not even remember it?"

"The Celestial Masters Sect, Xuantian Sect. The former Xuantian Sect Master? You were his disciple?"

Huang Shang's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he was about to use his divine sense to observe more closely.

Zhao Wuji suddenly severed that wisp of primordial spirit.

Huang Shang frowned, and the long-forgotten scenes in his memory gradually became clear.

In the past, when the Celestial Masters sect held sermons, there was indeed a junior Xuan Tian at the Golden Core stage sitting trembling at the end of the table, but he had never heard of Xing He's name.
"I never would have guessed!"

Huang Shang suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, but his laughter sounded like the cry of a night owl. He laughed and said, "Back then, I was an unknown nobody, but many years later, I have become a Nascent Soul True Monarch!"

The laughter abruptly stopped, and a bloodthirsty light surged in his eyes: "But since you have already ascended to the position of True Lord, why have you stooped to possessing the body of a junior?"

Zhao Wuji remained calm, feigning a sense of vicissitude, and sighed as he transmitted his voice, "After all, this junior is not as well-preserved as you, senior, in terms of your profound foundation and ability to protect your physical body."

In this great calamity of the Dharma's decline, what true lords are left? This junior is merely clinging to life.

Huang Shang understood the veiled sarcasm in Zhao Wuji's words, implying that although he was a True Lord, he was merely clinging to life.

But this was all true. He wasn't angry; instead, he felt a sense of shared misfortune: "So be it. In this degenerate age, we should indeed help and support each other."

"So, senior, you're planning to make a deal?"

Zhao Wuji smiled and transmitted his voice, "The oath needs to be supplemented with one more clause: I do not want to reveal my identity too early, so please keep it a secret, senior."

"Since we are all Nascent Soul True Monarchs, why bother referring to yourselves as juniors? Fellow Daoist Xinghe."

Huang Shang snorted coldly, but was secretly quite pleased. He immediately flicked a drop of his essence blood with his finger and began to swear, "Nine Netherworld Profound Yin, illuminate my true spirit."

Upon seeing this, Zhao Wuji also swore an oath.

Not long after.

As the void trembled, two blood-red Dao patterns disappeared into the space between the two men's eyebrows.

As Yan Lan gazed at the extraordinary phenomenon of the oath being established, her fingers unconsciously dug into her palm.

She suddenly realized that this "junior apprentice" she saw every day was truly someone she could no longer see through.

After Huang Shang finished making his oath, he snorted coldly, flicked his withered finger, and sent the jade slip flying toward Yan Lan.

Yan Lan hurriedly took the jade slip, probed it with her divine sense, and after a moment a hint of joy flashed in her eyes. She nodded slightly to Zhao Wuji.

"It is indeed the Inner Landscape Refining Technique of the Yellow Court Inner Classic!"

"it is good!"

Zhao Wuji nodded. "In that case, the Zhenhai Stele is yours."

With a flick of his sleeve, the Zhenhai Stele slowly flew towards Huang Shang.

However, just as the stele was about to cross the boundary of the cave, it was destroyed.

"boom!"

Huang Shang suddenly made a hand seal, and within the Azure Nether Cave Heaven, the Blood Array suddenly erupted with a pillar of light that shot into the sky. Nine blood-red chains emerged from the opposite side, coiling towards Zhao Wuji and Yan Lan like venomous pythons!
"What does Senior Huang Shang mean by this?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned cold.

The Frost Soul Flying Sword responded and flew out. As the sword tip trembled, the Azure Lotus Sword Qi intertwined and swirled, and the sword intent surged and surged like a tidal wave.

With a flick of the sword, twenty-four sword lights suddenly split apart.

Each sword light was like a blue lotus blooming. As the lotus petals unfolded, sharp sword energy crisscrossed, transforming into a net that cut straight at the incoming blood-red chains!
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The Azure Lotus Sword Qi collided with the chains, sparks flew, the void trembled, and wherever the sword qi passed, the blood-red chains shattered inch by inch, as if being cut into a thousand pieces and disintegrated!
However, Huang Shang sneered, clenched his withered hand, and the cave formation started to operate with a roar.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was drawn away like a tide, and the power of the great array, which transformed into invisible shackles, rushed out of the cave, like a river of blood suppressing everything!

"As black as silk in the morning, as white as snow by evening!"

Zhao Wuji changed his sword technique again, and the Flying Sword of Cold Soul suddenly froze.

A white lotus suddenly bloomed from the tip of the sword. The petals unfolded slowly, but in reality, they were as fast as a startled swan!
Where the sword energy passed, the void seemed to freeze.

Huang Shang's suppressive power became incredibly slow, as if it were stuck in quagmire, and instantly cut off the surging waves of the blood river!

Seeing this, Yan Lan's phoenix eyes flashed with murderous intent. As her red robes fluttered, she made a hand seal with her jade fingers, and crimson flames poured down like a waterfall, burning the flying blood chains to ashes!
"Old Huang! You're cheating?!" she shouted angrily.

Huang Shang stood in the center of the blood array, a cold smile appearing on his aged face: "Now that the deal is done, the oath is over. I'd like to test your mettle!"

"Master Uncle, retreat!"

Zhao Wuji let out a low shout, and the golden patterns on his neck suddenly lit up. He activated the Head Regeneration Technique, and a phantom image of Xiang Yu's head enveloped his body.

As he turned around, a flash of his double pupils revealed his ability to quickly see through the flaws in the array!
Yin-Yang Sword Intent!

Zhao Wuji activated his sword technique, and the ancient Zhenwu Broken Sword suddenly flew out of his storage bag.

The sword's blade shimmered with the illusory images of a tortoise and a snake.

The Yin and Yang energies intertwine to form a Tai Chi diagram, perfectly merging with the formation technique!
As the sword pointed, thirty-six star-patterned sword lights emerged from the void, precisely piercing the weak points of the array that had been observed earlier. The sword energy resonated with the array patterns, instantly tearing apart the array barrier!
"Crack!"

The blood river collapsed, and the array barrier shattered like a mirror. Huang Chang's expression changed drastically!
Taking advantage of this moment, Yan Lan's crimson silk sleeves rolled out like dragons, wrapping around Zhao Wuji's waist, and the two of them transformed into crimson rainbows and retreated thousands of feet!

"You think I'm some kind of old man who can't even leave my cave?!"

Huang Chang roared and suddenly took a step forward, his figure almost reaching the edge of the cave entrance, and a terrifying and powerful spiritual force erupted.

The blood array trembled.

Three blood-red corpse puppets suddenly rushed out. They were all puppet clones created by combining his magic with the formation. They exuded the aura of the late stage of the Spirit Condensation Realm or even the perfect stage. They chased after him like ghosts!

Zhao Wuji's double pupils were cold and sharp, adding to his sword intent.

The Frost Soul Flying Sword split again, with the Azure Lotus Sword Qi pouring down like a galaxy and the White Lotus Sword Qi stagnating like evening snow.

The two intertwined, the sword intent as deep and imprisoned as an abyss, directly slashing at the blood-red corpse puppet!

"boom!"

As the sword energy erupted, the head of the blood-red corpse puppet at the forefront exploded, turning into a pool of blood and returning to the formation!
The remaining two corpse puppets froze for a moment, and Yan Lan seized the opportunity to make a hand seal. The Flaming Sun Wheel crashed down from the sky, blasting the two back!

Before the blood mist dissipated, the blood river roared and surged once more, sweeping in like an angry dragon!

Zhao Wuji suddenly made a hand seal and unleashed a sword strike.

"The flow has stopped!!"

boom!
Wherever the sword light passed, the river of blood was forcibly cut off, and towering waves of blood poured out and exploded to both sides, carving out a passage!

"go!"

He grabbed Yan Lan's wrist, his hand gestures changed, and his spiritual power surged wildly!
call!
Activating their Wind Control Technique, the two transformed into a hurricane, tearing through the air and disappearing in an instant!
"Good boy!"

Inside the Azure Nether Cave, Huang Chang stared intently at the blood river that had been severed by a single sword strike, his face ashen.

The White Lotus Sword Intent of the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal!
Master Zhang's Tai Chi Yin Yang Sword Intent!

There's also the swift and decisive method of breaking through formations like slicing through rotten bamboo, and the wind escape technique as fast as a startled swan.
"cough cough"

He suddenly coughed violently, his hunched body staggered to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, but his eyes flashed with a cold, sinister light.

He was now certain that the other party was indeed Xinghe Daoren. If he were not a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he could not possibly possess so many powerful abilities.

"grown ups!"

General Gu Xiu and the Taoist priest Gu Xiu rushed forward, their expressions filled with panic.

Huang Shang slowly raised his hand to indicate that he was alright, but his decaying body trembled slightly and a trace of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

“It’s alright…” he whispered hoarsely, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes:
"This body is too decayed. I only slightly mobilized the power of the blood array, without even using the power of the Golden Core stage, yet it already pushed the body to its limit."

He paused, summoned the Sea-Suppressing Stele, and his eyes lit up with joy. "Fortunately, we have already obtained this stele. Next, we only need to find another person to merge their soul with the stele and reshape its spirit..."

General Gu Xiu and the Taoist priest immediately knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice, "Your subordinate will do it immediately!"

A hundred miles away, above the sea of ​​clouds. A howling wind swept through the air as Yan Lan was carried by Zhao Wuji, her breath slightly ragged, her hair disheveled, and a trace of fear still lingering in her phoenix eyes.

"That old devil is indeed cunning!" she gritted her teeth. "If my junior nephew hadn't been on guard, I would probably have been tricked to death by him today!"

Zhao Wuji released his hand from Yan Lan's waist, stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep, gazing into the distance towards the direction of Qingming Cave.

"He was just... testing the waters."

"If things really get serious, we might not be able to get away so easily."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, his tone resolute.

"However, his decaying body would never dare to fight to the death."

He smiled slightly: "But now, the Lesser Golden Elixir Method of the Yellow Court Inner Classic... has finally been obtained."

Upon hearing this, Yan Lan suddenly chuckled and poked his chest with her jade finger: "Good nephew, you really are... you even managed to extort money from Old Ghost Huang."

Zhao Wuji smiled, but in his heart he had already begun to make plans.

"Preparations for the appointment of a guest advisor to the Wang family need to be expedited... Once we break through to the late stage of the Condensation Realm, we should set off."

"but……"

Yan Lan suddenly changed the subject, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, revealing a hint of suspicion.

"What exactly did you say to Huang Shang in telepathy just now? It made his expression change drastically, and he even made that strange oath with you at the end?"

Zhao Wuji glanced at her sideways, understanding immediately.

How could he not have noticed Yan Lan's subtle and overt probing during this period?

Now that the decision has been made to accept the third-level spiritual vein of the Seven Clouds Sect, keeping many things hidden any longer would only easily cause unnecessary suspicion among those around them.

Perhaps... we could reveal a little something.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Does Master Uncle still remember the 'Mysterious Heaven Escape Talisman' used by the Supreme Cave Master Bai Chengshang?"

Yan Lan was taken aback: "Of course I remember. That fellow escaped extremely quickly, and we even suspected that he had inherited some legacy from the Xuan Tian Sect... Wait a minute!"

She suddenly realized something, her red lips parted slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The Supreme Cave Master had already been controlled by his own junior disciple using Gu techniques!
Zhao Wuji smiled slightly and said calmly, "That's right, I found the ruins of the Xuantian Sect through Bai Chengshang."

"Unfortunately... that place was nothing more than a trap carefully set by an old monster."

"what!?"

Yan Lan's pupils contracted sharply, her red lips parted slightly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

"you"

Zhao Wuji raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a calm smile: "Don't worry, I haven't been possessed."

“On the contrary,” his eyes turned cold, “I used Gu magic to control that old monster, Xinghe Daoren.”

"what?!"

Yan Lan's delicate body trembled, her phoenix eyes filled with shock: "Gu techniques... can they be this powerful?"

"that is because."

Zhao Wuji flicked his sleeve and said, "This old monster now only has a weak primordial spirit left."

Before he finished speaking, a jade box flew out from his sleeve.

The moment the box lid opened
"Buzz!"

Dozens of ferocious Gu worm kings densely entwined around a phantom primordial spirit, and a chilling spiritual pressure instantly spread out!
"This"

Yan Lan felt her heart suddenly clench, and she subconsciously took a half step back, a fine layer of cold sweat seeping out on her back.

"Ah!! Damn it."

Xinghe Daoist's primordial spirit let out a shrill scream, writhing in agony in the spiritless environment.

Zhao Wuji waved his sleeve again, and the jade box snapped shut and retracted into his sleeve.

“Just now, I was negotiating with Huang Shang under the identity of Xinghe.” He smiled faintly, “That’s why that old ghost reacted so violently.”

"Nephew/Master."

Even the usually audacious Yan Lan felt her legs go weak at this moment, and said, "Don't even mention Old Ghost Huang."

"Even I, your senior brother, am almost scared to death by you."

She gently patted her high, firm breasts with her slender hand, sending ripples through them. Her phoenix eyes still held lingering fear: "Nephew, nephew, is there anything you can't do?"

As she spoke, she suddenly smiled, a smile as bright as peach blossoms in March, tinged with a hint of relief: "I was worried that you might have been possessed by some old monster."

"I never expected that it was you who had the old monster under control!" She curled her red lips slightly. "No wonder you can always use such unpredictable methods."

Although I am still deeply shocked, the long-standing suspicions and worries have finally vanished.

Although Yan Lan acts ruthlessly and extreme, she and Hua Qingshuang have been locked in a love-hate relationship for many years.

But everyone has a heart.

Having spent so much time with this junior apprentice, how could she not feel his genuine care and concern?

Now that the matter had been discussed openly, the two of them said no more.

After a brief moment of adjustment, they transformed into two streaks of light and headed straight for the Linglang Cave.

After returning to the Linglang Cave.

Zhao Wuji and Yan Lan immediately went into seclusion on the main peak, Linlang Peak, setting up numerous restrictions to study the inner landscape refining technique of the Huangting Neijing.

Yan Lan lightly tapped her fingertip, and the blood-red jade slip floated between the two of them, radiating ancient Daoist essence.

Tadpole-shaped Daoist script appeared on the jade slip: "The inner landscape is the mysterious female aspect of the human body. To open the Yellow Court, one should use the spirit as a plow and the qi as a seed to deeply cultivate the three-inch ruins of the dantian."

Zhao Wuji's double pupils flickered slightly as he discovered hidden patterns deep within the text: "However, in this degenerate age, the gate of the mysterious female is gradually disappearing, and it is necessary to borrow external scenery as a guide in order to carve out a sliver of light."

"Damn it! No wonder Huang Shang was willing to make the exchange."

Yan Lan's face was grim. "In this degenerate age, the Gate of the Mysterious Female has been closed. Without external guidance, it will be difficult to open our inner realm."

She continued to channel her spiritual power into her palm, and new information appeared within the scroll: "If external assistance is unavailable, one can gather the Nine Netherworld Cold Marrow to temper one's divine sense and transform it into a cone to break through the gate."

She frowned. "In this degenerate age, the Gate of the Mysterious Female has been hidden, and it is impossible to even sense it. How can one break through the gate with divine sense?"

"Uncle-Master, please don't be impatient. Let me ponder it carefully before asking Daoist Xinghe for a solution."

Zhao Wuji's expression was calm, but his tone revealed composure and confidence.

Upon hearing this, Yan Lan's eyes immediately lit up with joy.

Yes!

As a Nascent Soul True Monarch, Xinghe Daoren is knowledgeable and experienced; he might actually have a solution.

After returning to Cold Moon Peak, Zhao Wuji did not rush to find Xinghe Daoren.

He entered the space of the Pot Heaven, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and lightly made hand seals.

"Guiding technique, begin!"

The spiritual energy within his body probed deep into his dantian like a wisp of silk.

Following the guidance of the "Inner Landscape Refining Technique," I attempted to sense the legendary Inner Landscape.

However, a long time passed.
The dantian was lifeless and unresponsive.

"The Dharma-ending Age"

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, realizing the truth in his heart.

The spiritual energy has been cut off, the Gate of Mysterious Female has disappeared, and the inner realm is even harder to find.

Even during times of abundant spiritual energy, cultivators who can sense the Gate of Mysterious Female are probably extremely rare.

Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in his eyes!
"Since it's because of the depletion of spiritual energy..."

In a flash, he activated the nascent core within his body without hesitation.
The spiritual power and the blood-fiend spiritual power erupted simultaneously, creating a monstrous wave in the dantian!
"not enough!"

His eyes were slightly closed, and as his eyelids trembled, his double pupils were already open.

His pupils gleamed like lightning, piercing through all illusions!
The guiding technique continues to operate.

The power of the stars in the sky descended and transformed into a dazzling galaxy within the dantian.

Unknown and obscure, the passage of time goes by unnoticed.
suddenly--

Within the double pupils' vision, the originally unified spiritual energy in the dantian began to show a strange fluctuation!
"Any reaction?"

Zhao Wuji was startled and immediately followed the method of "Inner Landscape Refining Spirit Technique" to firmly lock his divine sense onto that wisp of sensation.

Within his dantian, the previously activated stellar power gradually formed a vortex, and the outline of a blurry portal slowly appeared.
Starlight shimmered through the crack in the door, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

The barrier was mysterious and unpredictable, completely different from the boundary characteristics of the Pot Heaven space, existing somewhere between illusion and reality.

"I see."

Zhao Wuji suddenly realized.

The idea of ​​placing the Pot Heaven Space inside the body and artificially creating an inner landscape was ultimately too naive.

This inner secret realm and the space of the pot-shaped heaven
They are two completely different things!

According to the description on the jade slip, the inner realm is a secret realm naturally generated by the human body, mysterious and unpredictable.

It is difficult for ordinary people to sense; only the mysterious place between reality and illusion, which is connected to the gate of the ancient immortal realm ten thousand years ago, can be opened.

Once consciousness resides in the inner realm, it is as if one's own small world is connected to the external world, allowing one to draw upon the ancient spiritual energy behind the Gate of Mystery for a short period of time, helping the cultivator to condense the Lesser Golden Core.

The size of the Golden Core and the time required to open the Gate of the Mysterious Female both vary depending on the potential of an individual's inner world.

now
The outline of the Mysterious Female Gate has already appeared in Zhao Wuji's dantian!

"Next"

"That is, to break down the door and open up the inner realm!"

"Use your divine sense as a chisel to break down the door!"

With a thought, the core of his Ice Sword Divine Thought transformed into a cold light and crashed into the blurry giant gate!
"Boom-"

The dull Daoist sound echoed in his dantian, but the gate of the mysterious female remained completely still.

"One core of divine sense is not enough. It seems that ordinary cultivators in the mid-to-late stages of the Nascent Soul realm, even if they come into contact with the Gate of the Mysterious Female, are unable to open it. Since that's the case..."

Zhao Wuji's double pupils suddenly brightened, his eyes sparkling like starlight!

Within the sea of ​​consciousness
The three divine cores—the Ice Sword, the Blood Sword, and the Halberd—trembled simultaneously, their terrifying power poised to be unleashed!
"break!"

The core of the ice sword erupted first, and the chilling sword energy surged out like a tide, instantly freezing the cracks in the gate of mystery!
The core of the Blood Sword followed closely behind, transforming into ten thousand blood-fiend needles, which, carrying the aura of calamity and turbidity, pierced into the gaps and frantically corroded the edges of the door!

"boom!!"

With a final burst of power, the halberd-shaped core unleashed its domineering intent, which materialized into a tangible form, slamming into the crack in the door like a colossal halberd that could cleave the heavens!

With the combined efforts of the three...
"Crack!"

The Gate of the Mysterious Female finally cracked open with a hair-thin slit!
In an instant, a wisp of spiritual energy leaked out from the crack in the door, revealing the aura of ancient mystery.

The spiritual energy was so solid that it caused an astonishing change as soon as it entered the dantian!

All the spiritual energy within his dantian automatically collapsed into a vortex, which actually condensed into a tiny, illusory golden pill the size of a grain of rice outside the door crack!

However! !

"Crack!"

However, before they could even rejoice, spiderweb-like cracks began to crawl all over the surface of the golden core.
(End of this chapter)