Immortals of the End Times

Inside the secret place, the swirling spiritual mist was pushed aside by an invisible force.

As soon as Zhao Wuji, disguised as "Wang Shouyun," stepped into the high platform area, Hua Qingshuang suddenly opened her eyes.

"Unrestrained?"

"it's me."

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji dispelled the illusionary magic's aura like a receding tide.

A trace of the golden elixir's aura was also released, but the elixir fragrance remained sealed within the dantian by the illusory elixir of the pill-making technique.

Hua Qingshuang's gaze suddenly sharpened, her snow-white Daoist robe fluttering even without wind: "The aura emanating from you..."

"You've broken through to the Golden Core stage?!"

Her usually cool voice rose unusually high, causing the spiritual mist to churn, "How come you haven't made any progress in breaking through to the Golden Core stage? I haven't sensed any movement in your spiritual veins recently!"

"I was fortunate enough to break through to the Golden Core stage, thanks in large part to the many resources bestowed upon me by the Peak Master."

Zhao Wuji took two steps forward and lowered his voice: "I broke through to the third level of spiritual vein by finding it outside. I did not touch any of the Wang family's spiritual energy, so it did not cause any disturbance."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes still showed surprise: "To condense a Golden Core with a Level 3 spiritual vein? That is indeed very risky, even with the resources I gave you."

"The peak master will know in time."

Zhao Wuji interrupted her questioning and turned his gaze to the tightly closed stone door.

The illusory head of Xiang Yu appeared on the face, resonating more and more strongly with the real head behind the stone gate, even causing the air to ripple.

He suddenly made a hand seal, and the spiritual light of the array technique flickered at his fingertips: "I came here today to break through the array restrictions of this stone gate and try to establish a connection with Xiang Yu's head!"

Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered: "Now? You're ready?"

“I have now mastered the art of array formations, and I have also mastered the Ninefold Pupil Realm technique taught to me by your father, Senior Hua. I should be able to break through restrictions silently.”

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly split into two pupils, intertwined with blood moonlight and golden light, "But if we alarm that old monster Wang Wujiang, I will take you away immediately."

Fortunately, the blood talisman on the surface of your golden core has now been replaced and transferred to your inner golden core.

"Since you've made ample preparations, that's good!"

The blood-red mark was faintly visible on the forehead, which was covered in frost and snow.

The patterns had been completely transferred to the inner golden core, and the surface of the true core was as smooth as ever.

"What do you need me to do?" she asked, maintaining complete trust in Zhao Wuji.

"Stabilize the inner core and keep the blood talisman normal."

Zhao Wuji formed hand seals with both hands, and the array technique created seventy-two array patterns that slithered out of his sleeves like golden snakes. "The blood talisman is still connected to Xiang Yu's head. When I touch the real head, you may also react."

Therefore, you must stabilize the fluctuations of the blood talisman to prevent Wang Wujiang from also sensing them.

"Yes!" Hua Qingshuang nodded solemnly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the array formation light that Zhao Wuji had conjured with his hands transformed into thousands of golden threads that pierced into the eye of the stone gate array.

The head-renewing technique flashed with a blue light, and the double pupils in the eyes shone with a blood-red light.

The stone gate trembled violently in an instant.

Hua Qingshuang groaned, her inner core trembled violently, and the blood talisman twisted as if it were alive.

She quickly formed hand seals and used the Inner Realm Refining Spirit Technique to stabilize her Golden Core.

"Wow!"

Thirty-six illusory chains appeared on the surface of the stone gate, twisting and intertwining as if they were alive.

Each chain was engraved with intricate ancient runes, which were now glowing with a scarlet light as the restriction was triggered.

"That's really complicated."

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly, the blood moon rotating in his double pupils, and two strange lights intertwined with gold and red shot out from the depths of his pupils.

His hands formed hand seals like butterflies flitting among flowers, and the spiritual light of his array formation technique condensed into seventy-two golden array patterns in his palms, which darted into the gaps of the stone gate's restrictions like swimming fish.

“Ka-ka-ka—”

A faint cracking sound rang out from the depths of the restriction, as the array patterns, like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, precisely cut into the nodes of the chain phantom.

The illusory Xiang Yu's head at Zhao Wuji's neck suddenly became hot, resonating more intensely with the real head behind the stone gate.

"open!"

He let out a low shout, and his double pupils blazed with blood-red light, opening their eyes at the same time as the head of Xiang Yu, which was bound by black iron at the end of the chains!

In an instant, it was as if two blood moons were gazing at each other across the void.

"boom!"

The stone gate's restrictions were struck as if by lightning; the thirty-six illusory chains trembled simultaneously, and the runes shattered one after another.

"Open the door!!"

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhao Wuji pushed with both palms, and the spiritual light of the array technique turned into a torrent, tearing open the last layer of restriction!

The stone gate slid silently to both sides, and a domineering aura that had been sealed for a long time surged out like a tide.

The ground trembled violently, and cracks spread like a spider web.

Thirty-six black iron chains shot out from the underground formation with a "whoosh," like giant pythons breaking through the earth.

At the end of the chains, the majestic head of Xiang Yu slowly rose, his black hair cascading wildly.

"Roar!"

His head and eyes were wide open in fury, and the blood moon spun in his double pupils. A domineering spiritual pressure swept over him like a tsunami.

The illusory head on Zhao Wuji's neck suddenly became hot.

He quickly formed hand seals and cast the Head-Regenerating Technique, and the phantom image of Xiang Yu appeared on his face, his divine sense shooting out like an arrow:

"Wait, King Xiang! I am an ally of the Hua clan and have dealt with you before. I have come to help you escape this predicament!"

The screams from the severed head abruptly ceased, but the chains trembled even more violently.

"King Xiang!"

At that moment, Hua Qingshuang whispered, and crimson-gold patterns suddenly appeared on her snowy forehead.

An ancient and mysterious power of destiny rose from her body.

It was the blessing that King Xiang bestowed upon the ancestors of the Hua clan!
"buzz"

In that instant when fortunes intertwined, Xiang Yu's head suddenly fell still.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Wuji rushed forward, and the head-renewing technique shone brightly with a blue light, finally revealing the terrifying condition on Xiang Yu's head.

But then he saw that the ends of the thirty-six chains had turned into blood-red spikes, which had been deeply embedded in the back of his head.

The surface of the cone is engraved with the ancient seal script inscription "Wang Yi's Seal".

Each chain pulsates like a blood vessel, containing the primal blood within!

What horrified him even more was that the king's head was enormous, almost as tall as him.

It seems to maintain a very high level of Dharma body and spirit in the martial arts immortal lineage, and the physical body has become an immortal saint.

Even after so many years of death, its head still retains a strong and abundant vitality.

The flesh at the severed neck writhed, constantly oozing golden-red blood, which was greedily sucked up by the sharp spikes at the end of the chains.

Clearly, the Wang family's millennia of nurturing had transformed this head into some kind of living magical artifact!
"Such complex restrictions are simply beyond my current ability to break without alerting Wang Wujiang."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed like lightning, his expression serious. "But if one uses the Head-Continuing Technique to refine and control it, perhaps one can also lay the groundwork for future plans."

He suddenly made a hand gesture and touched his own neck.

The head-renewing technique emitted a brilliant blue light, and the illusory head transformed into thirty-six fine threads.

Climbing up the chains, the rain seeped into the seven orifices of Xiang Yu's head like spring rain nourishing all things.

"who!!"

Xiang Yu's head trembled violently, and his domineering blood boiled as he unleashed a shocking and earth-shattering martial arts essence.

Zhao Wuji was struck as if by lightning, blood gushing from all seven orifices at the same time, and the thirty-six strands of his spiritual energy were almost shattered.

"King Xiang, please calm your anger!"

At that moment, the golden pattern between Hua Qingshuang's brows suddenly lit up, the inner golden core and blood talisman trembled, and a wisp of divine thought, like a thread, pierced straight into Xiang Yu's head.

Her snow-white Taoist robe fluttered without wind, and her crimson-gold aura suddenly erupted, transforming into a sky full of flowing clouds that enveloped the furious head.

"Calm down."

Xiang Yu's head, which was wildly dancing with black hair, suddenly stopped. The blood moon in his double pupils rotated, resonating with the golden pattern on Hua Qingshuang's forehead, making the entire secret place intertwine with crimson and gold.

"King Xiang." Hua Qingshuang's clear, cold voice echoed, and light and shadow flowed deep within her double pupils, suddenly bringing to mind the magnificent scene a thousand years ago when the Overlord bestowed fortune upon the Hua clan's ancestors.

This further reflects the prophetic scene of Zhao Wuji causing the two heads of the Wang family to bow down.

"Isn't he the one you chose back then?"

"Today, I am willing to use the thousand-year fortune of the Hua family that you have bestowed upon me as a pledge, so that it may help you break the shackles of the Wang family."

The crimson-gold aura surged like a reversed Milky Way, intertwining with the illusion of double pupils.

The violent head gradually calmed down, and the oppressive aura of surging bloodlust receded like a tide.
Zhao Wuji seized the opportunity and used the Head-Continuing Technique to insert fine threads, like roots, into the skull, beginning to slowly refine the remaining will of this ancient overlord.

At the same time, it conveys one's feelings.

Within his double pupils, the image of Xiang Yu's defeat at the hands of heaven, which he had once glimpsed through the art of dream marriage, was reflected.

High above, thunderclouds surged, and Xiang Yu, alone and bathed in blood, fought with his halberd pointing to the sky!

"Rest assured, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Wuji's divine thoughts thundered, exploding in his mind: "This junior is no coward of the Wang family. I will borrow your head for now. In the future, I will help you gather your remaining body parts and ascend to the heavens with you, to make those gods who watch the human world suffer terribly."

"Let them taste the pain of defeat!"

"boom!"

These words seemed to have struck a chord with the invincible overlord.

His illusory head on his neck suddenly turned crimson red like a branding iron, and the head-regeneration technique shone brightly with a blue light!

Thirty-six fine spiritual threads pierced into the skull along the chain.

Xiang Yu's head truly ceased its resistance, allowing the black hair to entwine around the core of his consciousness.

"it is good!"

Zhao Wuji breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this king's head, finally, under the blessing of the Hua family's fortune and after he expressed his feelings, had completely accepted him.

His eyes gleamed.

Hua's good fortune was amplified, and Xiang Yu, with his lingering regret, finally acknowledged her.
On the day of the decisive battle, the peak master will use the broken core and shattered talisman as a catalyst, and this king's head will be the most fatal sword strike aimed at Wang Wujiang!
With the resonance of the Hua family's fortune and the head-renewing technique, the refining progress skyrocketed.

But after half an incense stick had burned, Zhao Wuji suddenly frowned and slowly withdrew his hand.

Inside Xiang Yu's head, thirty-six chains still firmly imprisoned seventy percent of his remaining will and strength.

"It will take at least three more refinements to succeed!"

Zhao Wuji thought to himself, as the illusory head of Xiang Yu on his face gradually disappeared, but the blood moon in his double pupils still retained a few traces of its lingering charm.

He clearly felt that the brief resonance with the real head had made the illusory head much more solid, and the power of the double pupils had also amplified his divine sense.

"Such an effect from refining only 20%?"

He was secretly alarmed, fearing that if he could completely control this king's head...

I fear his spiritual power will soon rival that of a Nascent Soul True Monarch!

"Unrestrained".

Across from him, Hua Qingshuang's cool voice pulled him back to reality.

Her double pupils held a questioning look: "How is it?"

“It’s going pretty well.”

Zhao Wuji composed himself, flew out of the stone gate, and closed the array seal again. He solemnly said, "I have established a preliminary connection with Xiang Yu's head. Give me a few more days, and I should be able to refine another 20%."

With Xiang Yu's head as an aid, it won't be long before we can try to help you escape this predicament.

Hua Qingshuang nodded slightly, her double pupils gazing intently at Zhao Wuji's neck: "I am temporarily unharmed, but the impact of this king's head on you seems to be deeper than expected."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji subconsciously touched his neck.

Although the illusory head had disappeared, the burning sensation had not dissipated, as if another consciousness was lurking beneath the skin.

"It doesn't matter."

He shook his head and smiled: "This king's remnant spirit has already accepted me, and no matter how strong the remnant spirit is, it is still an inanimate object. My sea of ​​consciousness, Zhao Wuji's, is not so easy to occupy."

Despite this, he remained secretly wary.

When I resonated with the real head just now, I did feel a moment of disorientation, as if I heard the war drums and the neighing of thousands of horses on the battlefield.

That fierce and extreme martial will almost overwhelmed his mind.

"correct."

Zhao Wuji suddenly remembered something and turned his gaze to a certain direction outside the secret place: "Peak Master once mentioned that your Hua Clan's matriarch would transform into a silver-haired old demon every full moon and abduct rogue cultivators in the Xuanming Dynasty?"

Hua Qingshuang's eyes darkened: "That's right. The mistress is controlled by Wang Wujiang and monitored by the second branch of the family, Wang Shouzhen. She has no choice in her own life."

She sighed, "My father once guessed that this must be due to Wang Wujiang's 'Soul-Locking Curse,' which renders the cursed like a puppet. My mistress..."

"Over the years, the Wang family has captured countless rogue cultivators. In the end, they all became fuel for the spiritual veins."

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

He knew the Wang family was ruthless, but he never expected that even someone like the matriarch of the Hua family would be used and manipulated as a henchman.

Wang Shouzhen

A bold idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Since we're going to deal with the Wang family, why not start with these two family heads?

With his current Golden Core cultivation level, combined with his greatly increased power of double pupils and late-stage Golden Core divine sense, he might be able to control a Golden Core cultivator using the Netherworld Communicator!
At that time, even if the Golden Core Ancestor of the Qilin Sword Sect is unwilling to lend a hand, the pressure on him when he takes Xiang Yu's head or fights with Wang Wujiang will be greatly reduced, and he may still be able to succeed.

"Peak Lord."

Zhao Wuji suddenly lowered his voice: "If I can use Madam Hua to lure out Wang Shouzhen, how confident do you think I am?"

Hua Qingshuang's pupils suddenly contracted!
She was so intelligent that she immediately understood Zhao Wuji's intention.

"Are you crazy?"

Her usually cool voice suddenly rose: "Although Wang Shouzhen has not yet broken through to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, he has been in the Golden Core realm for many years! Moreover, he possesses double pupils, even if you are now..."

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly realized that the young man in front of her was no longer the weakling who needed her protection on Cold Moon Peak.

He was a genuine powerhouse, capable of even imprisoning the primordial spirit of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Rest assured, Peak Master! My double pupils are no worse than his."

On Zhao Wuji's face, the illusory head of Xiang Yu reappeared, and the double pupils shone brightly like a blood moon!
In an instant, a divine pressure comparable to that of the late Golden Core stage enveloped the high platform, causing the white Daoist robe of Hua Qingshuang to flutter and outline her shapely figure.

His tone was calm, yet confident: "If we also consider the inner golden core and numerous trump cards..."

I'm 70% confident.

Hua Qingshuang fell silent.

She knew Zhao Wuji's personality all too well.

I would never take a risk unless I was at least 80% certain.

The current estimate is 70%, but the actual rate is likely higher.

"Too risky."

After a long silence, she slowly shook her head: "Wang Shouzhen stays in the family for most of the year and rarely goes out. Even when he does go out, he must have a backup plan."

Zhao Wuji's gaze was intense: "That's precisely why we need to use the 'connection' of the Hua family matriarch."

A complete plan had already formed in his mind:
On the night of the full moon, when the silver-haired old demon appears, if one can create an "accident" to put the old demon in danger, forcing Wang Shouzhen to appear and save him...
Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered, clearly weighing the pros and cons.

Finally, she sighed softly and gathered a wisp of divine thought: "When the mistress transforms into the silver-haired old demon, she will not leave the Wang family by ordinary means. There is a secret passage under my Hua family's ancestral home that leads directly to 'Cold Crow Ferry' in the northern suburbs outside the mountains."

"If you lie in ambush there on the night of the full moon, you should be able to keep up with the mistress."

After receiving the divine thought, Zhao Wuji solemnly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Peak Master."

"Be careful! The Second Patriarch's Golden Core is not so easy to deal with."

Hua Qingshuang reminded him again, still feeling uneasy.

"it is good!"

As Zhao Wuji nodded and turned to leave, the illusory head on his neck suddenly became hot, and the blood moon shone in his double pupils.

It was as if, in some mysterious way, this king's head was also anticipating revenge against the royal family.

This deadly trap is a trap to hunt down a Golden Core cultivator!

(End of this chapter)