Immortals of the End Times

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly. With a hand seal, the Dream Marriage Technique flowed with spiritual light, and within the dream, he solemnly commanded Bai Chengshang:
"Take out the 'array stone' and twelve array plates that I previously ordered the Xuanjia cultivator to send back."

Using these array materials as a base, a teleportation array was set up a hundred miles away from the Seven Clouds Sect.

A ripple suddenly spread through the dream. Zhao Wuji drew a line of spiritual light with his fingers, sending a memory image into Bai Chengshang's consciousness, which then appeared as a complex array of phantom images:
"The array's core needs to be embedded with two ancient spirit stones and an array flag, arranged according to the Yin-Yang orientation. The seventy-two outer array points need to be set up with source crystals."

After giving all the instructions, Zhao Wuji severed the connection with the dream world.

With Bai Chengshang's speed and the ability to restore his mana with the Source Crystal, the distance from Tiannan to Huaihai Yizhou can be traversed in just eight days.

However, even with Zhao Wuji's speed, it would take at least half a month to travel from the Wang family in Beiyun Dizhou to Huaihai Yizhou.

But now there's a teleportation array, plus servants like Bai Chengshang who run errands.

Even though the distances between the nine provinces are vast, he can arrive in an instant without wasting too much of his cultivation time.

Eight days later.

Seven Clouds Gate.

Master Xiaguang sat cross-legged in the core cultivation room of the third-level spiritual vein, his withered face etched with deep wrinkles.

He looked inward at his dantian and saw that the spiderweb-like cracks on the surface of the golden core were spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the spiritual energy was flowing away like sand in an hourglass.

"The Ancestor of Tiannan has not yet arrived?"

His cloudy eyes swept over Chen Jingfeng, the sect leader who stood with his head bowed outside the cave, and his voice was hoarse like rusty iron scraping, "Are you sure the message has been delivered?"

Chen Jingfeng hurriedly bowed respectfully and said, "Master, you are wise! This disciple personally contacted the people of the Supreme Grotto-Heaven, and they promised to convey the message immediately. It should be said that Ancestor Tiannan should have done so long ago."

"That's all."

Suddenly, Master Xiaguang raised his hand to interrupt, his fingertips forming a hand seal to activate the earth's vein restrictions.

The rosy light hanging from the cave's dome suddenly distorted, revealing a scene like a water mirror.

They saw the cultivators of Haixian Mountain gathering near the sea outside the mountain gate. Mo Wuyai, holding the array-breaking shuttle, stood on the spirit boat with Chai Wei, sneering.

"With that traitor Chai Wei tipping me off, the day I pass away will surely not be kept secret."

He coughed out a few strands of golden elixir power, then suddenly groaned. Porcelain-like cracks appeared on his skin, emitting a golden light.

"Boom!!"

A deafening roar suddenly erupted outside the mountain gate.

The Breaking Formation Shuttle struck the Seven Clouds Sect's protective formation like thunder, and Mo Wuyai's voice pierced through the restrictions, echoing throughout the sect:

"Senior Xia Guang! Why be so stubborn? My Hai Xian Mountain and the Qi Xia Sect are of the same lineage."

"Now that our senior is about to pass away, rather than letting the spiritual veins of our mountain sect benefit that ruthless old demon Tiannan, it would be better to grant it to our Hai Xian Mountain."

"The Immortal Hai Xian has made a Daoist vow."

"If we acquire the Seven Clouds Sect, we will not reside here; we will entrust its governance entirely to Fellow Daoist Chai Wei and Sect Master Chen!"

These words were like thunder, combining both kindness and severity.

Inside the Seven Clouds Sect, the disciples looked bewildered, their Dao hearts wavering.

Already shrouded in the gloom of the patriarch's passing, their minds were now even more shaken.

"Close the formation."

Master Xiaguang spoke in a hoarse voice, unwilling to listen to the noise from the outside world any longer.

"Wait another ten days."

"If Patriarch Tiannan doesn't arrive, I'll have to find another way out for you juniors."

"Disciple obey!"

Chen Jingfeng immediately made hand seals and cast a spell.

He was able to assume the position of sect leader precisely because of his unwavering loyalty to Master Xiaguang and his steady and reliable handling of affairs.

Outside the Seven Clouds Gate, aboard the spirit boat, Mo Wuyai clenched his five fingers, and the Breaking Formation Shuttle transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into his sleeve.

His face was grim, and he turned to Chai Wei with a cold smile:

"Such provocation, and Master Xiaguang remains unmoved; it seems this old scoundrel is truly at his wit's end."

Chai Wei's expression shifted, and he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, advising, "Elder Mo, please hold your conclusion."

True Immortal Xia Guang refused to compromise even at the cost of his life, suggesting he may have indeed reached some kind of agreement with Old Ancestor Tian Nan.

He lowered his voice: "According to the information I've gathered, there may be other powerful figures behind Tiannan Patriarch."

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Mo Wuyai's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his sleeves fluttered without wind: "Over the past few months, our two sects have already found out the truth. That Tiannan Patriarch was nothing more than a Golden Core old monster whose cultivation level had fallen."

The so-called 'person behind the scenes' is nothing but a bluff!

He snorted coldly and continued:
"If they truly possessed extraordinary abilities, why wait until Xia Guang passed away? They should have attacked the Seven Clouds Sect long ago!"

Chai Wei was taken aback upon hearing this, then nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense."

If they truly had the ability, they would have already joined the Seven Clouds Sect. The fact that they haven't taken this action is clearly due to their concern about the counterattack from True Person Xia Guang before his death.

Of course, the same applies to the Immortal Haixian of Haixian Mountain.

But since everyone is equally matched, why be timid and hesitant? Ultimately, the ownership of the Seven Clouds Sect will be decided by their own strength.

At least on the surface, the Immortal Immortal of Haixian Mountain is not hiding his true identity, but is a genuine Golden Core cultivator, three points stronger than those who hide their true identities.

As the two were talking.

A hundred miles away, on a rocky island isolated overseas.

The salty sea breeze, carrying a misty haze, lapped against the jagged rocks.

"My lord, I am ready. I will now activate the teleportation array!"

Bai Chengshang respectfully reported through the dream, his black cloak fluttering in the wind, and then he made hand seals with lightning speed.

Two teleportation banners were inserted into the rock crevice, and the star patterns on the banners lit up one by one.

Two ancient spirit stones floated and rotated in the center of the array, their spiritual light forming an intricate teleportation array amidst the sound of the tides.

When the second ancient spirit stone cracked open, the array flag suddenly trembled violently.

Bai Chengshang immediately knelt on one knee, and a vortex of spiritual energy suddenly appeared in the center of the formation.

The vortex seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand.

Then, amidst the swirling spiritual energy, a figure in a black robe appeared. The hem of the robe solidified first, and the dark red blood-fiend needle sword on the sleeve was faintly visible in the turbulent flow of spiritual energy.

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

"Om!!"

The teleportation array suddenly shone brightly, and the void twisted like waves.

A figure in black robes stepped out, the array patterns beneath his feet crumbling inch by inch. Before the raging spiritual energy could even spread, it was dispersed by a flick of his sleeve!
Bai Chengshang rose from his kneeling position, raised his head, and respectfully reported: "My lord, the Seven Clouds Sect is just a hundred miles away, and now cultivators from Haixian Mountain have already surrounded it."

The Seven Clouds Sect made no response, which suggests that True Person Xia Guang is indeed nearing the end of his life.

"Well, let's go."

Zhao Wuji's face was hidden in shadow beneath his cloak, revealing only a pair of cold, abyss-like double pupils.

He nodded indifferently, his black robes fluttering and rustling without wind, as if even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was frozen in his presence.

Bai Chengshang, shrouded in black mist, chuckled hoarsely, "Ancestor, the Seven Clouds Sect is already in our grasp; no one can take it away."

Before the words were even finished, the two figures suddenly took to the air, like two black lightning bolts slicing through the sky, heading straight for the Seven Clouds Gate.

"Boom!!" The figure that swept past at lightning speed stirred up towering waves on the vast sea below, and the water vapor rose up like a dragon churning.

The Qixiamen Island is now in sight.

However, on the sea, dozens of spirit boats formed a battle formation, their spiritual light intertwined like a net, completely surrounding the entire Seven Clouds Sect.

The cultivators on the ship exuded a sharp aura; they were all elites from Hai Xian Mountain!

"Ancestor Tiannan?!"

The leaders were Mo Wuyai and Chai Wei.

The two men initially appeared arrogant.

But when they actually saw the black-robed figure walking through the air, their pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong sense of alarm rose in their hearts!
The legendary Ancestor of Tiannan has actually made an appearance!
"Could this person really be a Golden Core cultivator? He actually has the audacity to show himself!!"

Mo Wuyai suppressed his shock and bowed, saying in a deep voice, "Are you the Ancestor of Tiannan? I am Mo Wuyai, an elder of Haixian Mountain, here on the orders of Haixian Zhenren to investigate the unusual activities of Qixia Sect."

He spoke respectfully, but his fingers were already secretly forming hand seals in his sleeves. His natal magic weapon, the "Mountain and Sea Shield," was poised to be unleashed, and his spiritual energy was condensed and ready to be unleashed at any moment for defense.

Chai Wei also took a half step back, the talisman in his sleeve faintly glowing, and cautiously added, "Ancestor has not appeared in the world for a long time. His sudden arrival today, could it be because of the oath made with True Person Xia Guang three years ago?"

He paused, staring warily at Zhao Wuji, who was dressed in black robes. Remembering that Master Haixian was backing him up, he forced himself to say, "The agreement that Master Xiaru made with you three years ago was made under duress and does not count. The lineage of the Seven Clouds Sect is already an asset of Haixian Mountain."

The two appeared respectful, but in reality, they were testing each other!
"Haixian Mountain!"

Zhao Wuji stood silently, only the blood-red needle sword on his sleeve moving silently.

Seeing that his aura was obscure and difficult to discern, Mo Wuyai became even more wary and tentatively asked, "If the Ancestor does not mind, may we inform True Person Hai Xian..."

"Noisy."

The two words were uttered softly, and the world suddenly darkened!
"Boom!!"

A murderous glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes in an instant.
The divine consciousness collapsed like the heavens!
The Golden Core level divine sense collapsed like the heavens, crashing down with a deafening roar!
The clouds, hundreds of feet high, shattered instantly, the gale turned into sharp blades, whipped up massive rocks, and churned up towering waves on the sea!
"Puff puff!"

The battle formation of the cultivators of Haixian Mountain collapsed like paper.

Dozens of cultivators were struck by the divine sense and coughed up blood from their seven orifices. Their kneecaps shattered with a "crack" and they fell heavily to their knees!

"you dare!!"

Mo Wuyai was terrified and frantically tried to activate the Mountain and Sea Shield, but the magic weapon had barely left his body.
"laugh!"

A streak of blood-red light pierced through the void like lightning!

The Blood Fiend Needle Sword, imbued with the turbid energy of calamity, instantly tore through the protective barrier of the Mountain and Sea Shield, piercing Mo Wuyai's brow!

"boom!"

His divine soul in the Purple Mansion shattered like glass, his head exploded, and blood mist sprayed everywhere!
"Ancestor, save me!!"

A long, mournful howl had just been heard—

The headless corpse suddenly knelt down.

Before the Mountain and Sea Shield could even be deployed, it was eroded by the turbid energy of calamity, crumbling inch by inch and turning into dust that scattered everywhere!

"Run! Run for your lives!! This person is truly a Golden Core cultivator!"

Chai Wei roared as he steered the spirit boat into the deep sea!
"Can they escape?"

Zhao Wuji's cold eyes flashed like lightning. With a flick of his sleeve, he drew a sword with his fingers.
"The flow has stopped!"

"boom!!"

The sea surface suddenly split open into a hundred-foot abyss, the seawater parted like a cliff, revealing the spirit boat that was fleeing in panic!
"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

Eighteen blood-red needles and swords fell to earth like crimson meteors!
"Crack!"

The spirit boat's shield was pierced through like thin paper, instantly riddled with holes and turned into a sieve!

The Blood Fiend Sword fell like a phoenix feather!

"laugh!"

Chai Wei's body was severed in two. Before the remains even hit the ground, the turbid energy of calamity had already enveloped him, instantly corroding his soul and causing him to let out a shrill scream.

There is a proper way to die.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering in the wind, and the turbid threads of tribulation flickered in his sea of ​​consciousness like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

The abyss on the sea surface slowly closed, and amidst the towering waves, only a deathly silence remained.

"go with!"

He casually flicked his sleeve.

Buzz! !

Hundreds of Blood-Patterned Gu Kings suddenly erupted, transforming into a scarlet storm that swept out!

"No! Patriarch Tiannan, spare my life!!"

The cultivators of Haixian Mountain collapsed to the ground, some with tears streaming down their faces, others banging their heads on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy.

But the blood-red storm had already arrived.
"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"

The sound of flesh tearing apart exploded like raindrops!

The cultivators' protective spiritual light shattered like paper, and their bodies were devoured in the blink of an eye, leaving not even bones behind!

Those who were spying from afar were terrified and turned to flee, but the Blood-Patterned Gu King was even faster, following them like a shadow!
"what!!"

Screams rose and fell one after another as the fleeing figures collapsed, turning into a mist of blood and vanishing!
Zhao Wuji stepped over the pool of blood, his black robe billowing as the lingering sword intent raged like a mad dragon.

The sea surface roared and split open, creating a deep chasm hundreds of feet wide, with surging seawater flying like rain!
"Walk."

Zhao Wuji spoke indifferently, his voice as cold as ice from the deepest hell.

The Qixia Gate, the mountain gate, is already appearing and disappearing in the clouds and mist.

however!
"Shh!"

A beam of jade light suddenly shot out from Mo Wuyai's tattered storage bag!

A jade ruyi scepter floated in mid-air; the jade ruyi scepter floated in mid-air, in an instant...
"boom!"

The Golden Core level divine sense swept in all directions like a raging sea, distorting and exploding the air, and causing the sea surface to collapse like a giant bowl!

"Who are you, fellow Daoist, that you dare to slaughter the cultivators of my Sea Immortal Mountain?!"

The roar was like a thunderclap from the heavens, and the sound waves shook the sea in all directions. It was the Golden Core Ancestor of Hai Xian Mountain transmitting his thoughts from afar!

Zhao Wuji did not stop walking.

Sensing the pressure of this divine sense, which was weaker than his own, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I am the Ancestor of Tiannan."

As the six words were uttered, the waves on the sea calmed down!
"Om!!"

The Blood Sword Divine Sense within his sea of ​​consciousness erupted with a thunderous roar, and Zhao Wuji's eyes shone like a blood moon descending upon the world.

The turbid energy of calamity transformed into a sky full of blood-red sword intent, rushing towards the jade ruyi like a ferocious beast from the primordial era!
"puff!"

A painful groan came from the jade ruyi, and its surface was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

"Crack!"

The jade ruyi exploded in mid-air, and the divine consciousness within it vanished like a candle flickering in the wind!
Zhao Wuji's black robe billowed as he scattered the last piece of jade dust that had fallen, his icy voice echoing between the sea and the sky:
"If Fellow Daoist Hai Xian is dissatisfied..."

"Come to Qixia Gate"

(End of this chapter)