Immortals of the End Times

Inside the Yunlong Mountain villa, the Crimson Flame Stone Bed was steaming with hot mist.

While explaining the plan to Yan Lan, Zhao Wuji performed acupuncture on Yan Lan.

"Hey!"

As the last needle pierced the acupoint, Yan Lan suddenly arched her back, her red robe slipping from her shoulders and piling up around her waist. She bit down on her loose hair and let out a muffled groan.

The crimson-gold nascent core, the size of a broad bean, within his dantian spun violently, engulfing the ancient spiritual energy and starlight, and growing even larger.

"Alright, the acupuncture is finished, and your master has heard your plan."

She languidly sat up, her crimson robe draped over her shoulders like a cloud, her snow-white skin covered in beads of sweat.

Zhao Wuji put away the golden needles at the right moment and said.

"At that time, I will take the Peak Master and Madam Hua away from the Wang family. If any elders of the Wang family or unexpected help appears, I will trouble my senior uncle to take charge and keep order."

I'll get Wang Zheng to cooperate with you too!

Yan Lan casually tied the silk sash around her waist and chuckled upon hearing this: "You've already dealt with the two Golden Core cultivators from the Wang family. Surely you can handle those old coffin-like coffin-like figures in the Wang family?"

She suddenly leaned closer, her expression solemn, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhao Wuji, "But are you sure that old monster Wang Wujiang will fall for the trap?"
He was at the peak of the Golden Core stage, and the difference in strength between the peak of the Golden Core stage and the early stage of the Golden Core stage was simply too great. What if that Sword Lord of Asking Heaven didn't show up?"

"He has no choice but to pursue. As for Senior Sword Master Wentian, if he doesn't show up..."

The illusory head at Zhao Wuji's neck flashed by, the blood moon in his double pupils rotated, his eyes split into four pupils, and a divine sense comparable to the crushing of mountains descended with a roar!
"This is."

Yan Lan's pupils shrank sharply, and the phantom of the crimson phoenix in her sea of ​​consciousness was almost crushed. A corner of the red robe she had just tied fell off, revealing her beautiful cleavage.

The entire enchanted structure of the villa trembled, and the bells on the eaves rang without wind.

"Your spiritual power is too strong! Did you break through so quickly? Good nephew, stop now, your grandmaster can't take it anymore."

Yan Lanxue's fair forehead was beaded with sweat, and she covered her heaving chest with her delicate hand.

She couldn't even determine just how strong Zhao Wuji's divine sense was.

But it's definitely not as simple as the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

"I haven't broken through yet. It's just that with the help of the Peak Master, I borrowed the power of Xiang Yu's head, so my divine sense is particularly strong."

Zhao Wuji said, withdrawing his oppressive divine sense power.

"It seems you made the right choice coming to the Wang family, junior disciple."

Yan Lan relaxed and smiled, "It really is just a matter of my senior uncle dealing with some small fry."

"Well, then I'll have to trouble you, Master Uncle."

As Zhao Wuji cupped his hands in greeting, more than a dozen talisman pills, each inscribed with different spells such as "Dream Wedding" and "Qi Restriction," suddenly slid out from his sleeve.

"These are all talisman pills I made, each with different functions. They might come in handy if we encounter a powerful enemy."

He then explained the uses and effects of the different talismans to Yan Lan.

"So amazing and powerful? I never imagined that you, my junior nephew, were not only skilled in acupuncture but could also create these incredible little things. Your family's medical and martial arts tradition is truly formidable."

Yan Lan swept away the numerous talisman pills with a flick of her sleeve, then rose to escort Zhao Wuji to the door. Reaching the porch, she suddenly stopped, "You..."

She pursed her lips, and finally only said, "It's been a long time since we've had a get-together, since we came back alive with Junior Sister Hua."

"Don't worry, Uncle-Master!"

Zhao Wuji smiled calmly, then leaped away on the wind.

Tomorrow night will be the day he makes his move.

Everything is ready.

On the Wang family's side, Wang Zheng, Lan Canghai, Wang Shouyun, and Uncle-Master Yan Lan were in charge, overseeing the overall situation.

On Wang Wujiang's side, there was himself, the peak master, the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven, and Wang Shouzhen, who could secretly assist at any time.

If the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven truly does not show himself in the end, he is confident that he can escape unscathed.

The greatest asset in this reliance was Wang Shouzhen, a pawn that could be discarded at any time.

Meanwhile, deep within the Qilin Sword Sect.

A secluded valley, surrounded by countless sword energies, stands quietly, with spiritual mist rising and flowing like dragons within.

On the cliff face, countless sword marks crisscrossed.

Each one retained a sharp sword intent, as if silently telling the story of past glories, somewhat similar to the cliffs of the Sword Tomb.

Mo Wenjian, dressed in a green robe, stood respectfully at the entrance of the valley.

The jade sword with the unicorn design at his waist trembled slightly, echoing the sword energy in the valley.

"Sword Lord, tomorrow is the appointed time."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the valley amidst the surging sword energy.

"Shh!"

The spiritual mist within the valley suddenly parted to both sides, and a voice as ethereal as a celestial spring echoed:
"Has the teleportation array been set up?"

The voice was completely devoid of any earthly warmth, yet it caused the ancient sword behind Mo Wenjian to resonate. He quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute:
"Reporting to Sword Lord, both teleportation arrays have been set up."

On the Xuanming Dynasty's side, two Golden Core elders were already secretly waiting.

"As long as Zhao Wuji really lures out Wang Wujiang."

Before he could finish speaking, a single, cold star suddenly appeared in the valley.

The light, initially no bigger than a grain of rice, transformed in an instant into a dazzling sword light, illuminating the entire valley.

Amidst the sword light, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in white, with hair as black as ink, but his face was shrouded in a hazy sword intent, making it impossible to see clearly.

"I have been in seclusion for many years."

The voice of the Sword Master Wentian suddenly carried a hint of emotion:
"Since the end of the Dharma has arrived, he has been studying the Heaven-Asking Sword Technique in this Sword Valley. What a pity."

He looked up at the sky, his gaze sharp as a sword, as if trying to pierce the heavens:
"The heavens are too high to fathom, and the way of the sword stops at the realm of light and shadow, making further progress difficult."

Upon hearing this, Mo Wenjian's forehead broke out in a fine sweat. The "light differentiation and shadow" that the Sword Master spoke of was precisely the highest realm of the fourth stage of swordsmanship—the differentiation of sword light.

This level of skill represents the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the Dharma-ending Age.

"I've heard of Zhao Wuji."

Suddenly, the Sword Master Wentian changed the subject:
"Has it already reached the realm of sword light differentiation?"

Mo Wenjian's spirits lifted, and a burning light flashed in his eyes:
"Sword Master, you are wise! This boy's swordsmanship talent is nothing short of monstrous, the likes of which I have never seen before in my life. Even the Holy Kirin Sword Master would probably be slightly inferior to him."

"Oh? So you're boosting the enemy's morale while diminishing your own?"

Suddenly, the Sword Master Wentian interrupted, and the sword energy in the valley abruptly solidified.

Mo Wenjian suddenly felt as if an ice blade had sliced ​​past him, and quickly fell silent.

"I'll see this for myself this time."

The voice of the Sword Master Wentian suddenly carried a hint of interest:
"Who exactly is this junior whom you admire so much?"

With a flick of his sleeve, the myriad sword energies in the valley suddenly transformed into streams of light, condensing into a three-inch sword in his palm.

The sword's blade is as transparent as crystal, yet within it, a galaxy of stars flows.

"If this child truly has potential..."

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven played with the small sword formed from sword energy and said calmly:
"I will make an exception for him this time. The spiritual energy revival is imminent, the Sword Domain is about to open, and my Qilin Sword Sect..."

At this point, his tone suddenly became profound:

"Indeed, we need such geniuses."

"Sword Domain?!"

Mo Wenjian's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart trembled violently.

That legendary ancient holy land of sword cultivators only appears in the world when the spiritual energy tide returns.

It is said that it contains the secret of achieving immortality through swordsmanship in ancient times, an opportunity that all sword cultivators in the Nine Provinces dream of.

His fingers trembled slightly with excitement. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that the figure of the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven had gradually faded away, leaving only a sword intent in place, like the bright moon shining on the great river, cold and aloof.

Only a faint command remained in the valley:

"Pass down the order: all elders, take your positions. This is my command."

"Waiting for good news tomorrow."

A day passes in the blink of an eye.

Inside the secret realm of Balong Mountain, the swirling spiritual mist was pushed aside by an invisible force of energy.

Zhao Wuji, his face transformed into Wang Shouyun's sinister and gaunt appearance, entered the secret realm and said.

"Peak Master, it's time to move out."

Her pale blue and snow-white Taoist robe fluttered without wind, and her jade-like fingers, bound by chains, trembled slightly.

In his clear, cold eyes, a spark seemed to flicker: "Sitting here for so long..."

She took a deep breath, and the long-dormant spiritual energy around her thawed like a spring stream, flowing gently through her meridians: "The day has finally come. Wuji, prepare!"

Zhao Wuji nodded, then turned to look at Wang Shouyun, who stood with his head bowed in obeisance. His voice suddenly turned cold: "Go out and cooperate with Wang Zheng and Uncle Yan to stabilize the Wang family's situation. If any elders cause trouble..."

"Understood, Your subordinate." Wang Shouyun bowed and said, "If there is any rebellion, it should be suppressed with swift and decisive measures."

His withered figure disappeared outside the barrier.

Zhao Wuji flipped his hand under his black robe, and a sword-shaped jade talisman floated in his palm.

The talisman's surface, adorned with qilin patterns, glowed with a bluish light, reflecting the coordinates of a desolate hill a thousand miles away.

"The Qilin Sword Sect wants me to lure Wang Wujiang a thousand miles away."

He lightly touched the light and shadow with his finger, and the blood moon swirled in his double pupils: "This distance is indeed safe and cautious enough. If we get too close, Wang Wujiang can quickly return to the Wang family or mobilize Xiang Yu's head if he senses something is wrong."
That's why it's a bigger test for me!

"call!"

His sleeves suddenly billowed.

The second Heavenly Technique's mystical light bloomed like an ink lotus, and within the spatial rift, the figure of Hua Feng with her flowing silver hair could be vaguely seen.

"The mistress?!"

Hua Qingshuang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Although she knew Zhao Wuji was unpredictable, she never expected that he could hide a living person in the void.

Is this some kind of earth-shattering magic or an ancient treasure?
With this method, it's no wonder Zhao Wuji was confident he could bring her out of the secret place.

Before I could think it through, the mysterious light from the heavens rolled in like a wave.

Hua Qingshuang did not resist, but felt as if the world was upside down. When she regained her senses, she found herself in a hazy space.

A gray mist swirled all around, and not far away, Hua Feng sat cross-legged.

Beyond the gray mist, Zhao Wuji's voice resounded like thunder: "Peak Master, rest assured and recuperate. Once we leave the Wang family's territory, listen to my command to shatter your inner golden core and fight side by side!"

"Shh!"

A flash of light appeared between Zhao Wuji's fingers, and his invisibility spell covered his entire body like ink staining rice paper.

He lightly touched the stone steps with his toes, and his figure darted out of the secret realm's restrictions like a ghost.

Almost at the same time
"Snapped!"

Deep within the Wang family's ancestral land, a chessboard crafted from Xuan Yin jade suddenly shattered.

Wang Wujiang's expression changed drastically. He pressed his withered hand on the table, and his spiritual pressure erupted like a volcano, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear in the entire secret room.

"Patriarch?" The black stone in Xuan Yin Shangren's hand turned into dust.

"Who dares to touch my Wang Wujiang's private property!"

Wang Wujiang's white hair stood on end in anger, and the pressure of his perfected Golden Core caused the runes on the walls of the secret chamber to shatter one after another.

He didn't move, but the dome of the training room suddenly burst open with a huge hole, and moonlight poured down like silver.

"Qing Shuang!!"

Wang Wujiang's angry roar was like a thunderclap, startling crows roosting a hundred miles away into flight.

His white hair flew wildly, and his burly figure transformed into a rainbow, instantly piercing through seven layers of restrictions and reaching the entrance to the secret realm of Balong Mountain.

"So fast!"

In the mountains and forests outside the secret place, Zhao Wuji was hidden invisibly, while the illusory head of Xiang Yu at his neck trembled violently.

He stepped precisely onto the seven-star formation, each step landing precisely on the nodes of the formation that had been secretly modified over the years.

The restrictions he had tampered with over the years were now completely silenced, like servants welcoming their master home.

Even though Wang Wujiang had mobilized the formation in an instant, it was still quickly dismantled by him.

"Whoosh!"

He pushed his Wind Control Technique to its limit, leaving a trail of hurricane behind him.

The disciples on duty along the way only felt a gentle breeze on their faces, unaware that Zhao Wuji had already swept over their heads.

suddenly
"Boom!"

The sky and earth suddenly darkened, and inky black clouds rolled and spread over the Wang family's ancestral land.

Wang Wujiang's divine consciousness, having reached the pinnacle of his Golden Core cultivation, was as deep and unfathomable as a prison, transforming into visible dark red ripples that swept across the surrounding area.

Wherever it passed, rocks crumbled, ancient trees fell, and even the earth's spiritual energy stagnated.

"Such powerful spiritual energy!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank suddenly as he saw that the clouds a hundred miles behind him had been stained blood-red.

A blurry figure materialized in the clouds, its double pupils hanging like two blood moons, quickly scanning all directions, searching for any suspicious presence!

"Qing Shuang, where are you!?"

A hoarse, furious roar echoed throughout the land, each syllable causing the mountains to hum.

The figure in the clouds suddenly raised its hand.

A gigantic hand suddenly condensed from the clouds, covering the sky and transforming into a vast expanse of clouds that surged forth in all directions, sweeping across the heavens and the earth.

This terrifying display of strength almost rivals that of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

"That old devil is really strong. Luckily, I wasn't arrogant enough to fight him alone."

Zhao Wuji's expression changed, and he lightly touched the clouds with his toes, his wind spirit power suddenly receding.

When the Wind Control Technique is pushed to its limit, the entire person becomes like a drop of ink merging into a vast ocean, their aura becoming one with the fierce winds of heaven and earth.

Even a Golden Core cultivator at the peak of their cultivation would only perceive it as ordinary air movement in the mountains when they scanned it with their divine sense.

"I only need to travel another 250 li before I can reveal myself and lure him out!"

His double pupils flashed with a faint blood moon as he clearly calculated the distance to the Wang family.

The Qilin Sword Sect demanded that he lure Wang Wujiang a thousand miles away.

But he can reveal himself after being led out three hundred miles.

With the speed at which his sword light splits, leading by three hundred miles, he could definitely attract Wang Wujiang to a distance of a thousand miles.

suddenly
"boom!"

A hundred miles away, above Balong Mountain, a blinding golden beam of light shot into the sky.

In an instant, the weather changed dramatically, and the entire mountain trembled violently, as if an ancient ferocious beast had broken its chains.

"Qing-Shuang!! Come out!!"

The hoarse roar was like a thunderclap from the heavens, and the sound waves shook the clouds within a hundred miles into ring-shaped air currents.

Wang Wujiang's imposing figure stood in mid-air, his white hair dancing wildly like mad snakes, and his body radiating a fierce golden aura.

He was enveloped in a bewitching arc of golden core light, like a dazzling sun, and the pressure of his perfected golden core caused the rocks below to crumble.

Zhao Wuji felt a chill run down his spine, but dared not reveal even a trace of his presence.

The illusory head on his neck trembled violently, resonating like thunder with the real head that surged out from under the Tyrant Dragon Mountain.

His double pupils contracted sharply, and he saw clearly.
Wang Wujiang's gaunt figure stood in mid-air, beneath which stood the raging black-haired skull of Xiang Yu, its eyes wide open in fury.

Thirty-six chains coiled around like a giant python.

The blood-red light shooting from the old monster's double pupils transformed into thousands of scarlet cones that tore through the sea of ​​clouds.

Each one was imbued with the blood of Xiang Yu, turning the surrounding area into a crimson inferno!

"Three hundred li"

He gritted his teeth and pushed his Wind Control Technique to its limit, his figure creating a vacuum tunnel in the clouds.

Three hundred miles can be covered in the blink of an eye.

Just as he was about to release Hua Qingshuang and Hua Feng from the Pot Heaven Space.
"boom!!!"

A beam of blood-red light, accompanied by a powerful divine sense, immediately locked onto the unusual, rapidly flowing air around his location and swept over in an instant.

boom! !

"get out!!"

Angry! Angry! Angry!
Driven by boundless rage, Wang Wujiang's sweeping attack of divine sense, carrying the head of Xiang Yu, was as fierce and devastating as a natural disaster.

The earthquake shattered the mountains, and wherever the sound waves passed, ancient trees turned to dust and rocks melted into a red molten lava.

Zhao Wuji instantly felt the terrifying power of a fully-fledged Golden Core cultivator's divine sense. His invisibility technique shattered like glass, and his figure was forced out of his wind-transformation state.

But he was not afraid at all. The illusory head of Xiang Yu at his neck suddenly solidified, and the blood moon rotated in his double pupils!
"Well done!"

The four cores of divine sense within his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly erupted.

His divine sense, comparable to that of the late Golden Core stage, condensed into three sword lights and a phantom of a domineering halberd, bursting forth from his pupils.

"Qiang!!"

The sound of swords and halberds clashing echoed through the sky.

The four core divine senses actually cleaved a rift in the blood-red divine sense surge, and Zhao Wuji's figure rushed out instantly.
(End of this chapter)