Immortals of the End Times

The Qilin Sword Sect, deep within Sword Valley.

Thousands of sword energies roamed like dragons, causing the thirteen sword peaks to tremble and hum.

The three level-four spiritual veins, connected to numerous sword peaks, trembled violently, as if a sleeping dragon were awakening, with bursts of spiritual energy gushing forth from the depths of the earth.

The main energy vein of Beidi Yunzhou, connected to the fourth-level spiritual vein, surged like a river.

The depleted veins gradually revived, radiating unprecedented vitality.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth descends from the nine heavens and rises from the nine netherworlds.

Just as yin and yang interact, so too does the universe revolve.

At this moment, the spiritual energy of the nine lands surged in like a tidal wave, first flowing into the energy veins of the nine provinces, and then dispersing from the energy veins in all directions to nourish all things.

The Qilin Sword Sect, the leader of Beiyun Dizhou, is also the guardian of the local energy veins and is the first to benefit from this.

The three fourth-level spiritual veins within the sect were the first to glow with a jade-colored light, followed by the five third-level spiritual veins that lit up with a blue light, while the eight second-level spiritual veins awakened like stars in the Milky Way.

Deep within Sword Valley, the ancient sword that had been dormant in the pool for many years suddenly emitted a clear and melodious sword cry.

A weathered voice, carrying the weight of years, rang out: "Three hundred and thirty-nine years have passed, and we have finally survived this great calamity of the end times."

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven stood atop the Sword Tomb with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering in the wind.

He gazed at the sea of ​​clouds gradually tinged with the glow of dawn, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Grandmaster is being far too optimistic. It's just a matter of refilling the pond."

If we cannot find the source of the leak and solve the problem, more than three hundred years later, you and I will still become fish in a dried-up pond.

"I might be able to hold on a bit longer, but I'm afraid you won't be able to."

Other factions might cheer over the resurgence of spiritual energy.

However, as the uncrowned king of Beidi Yunzhou and the guardian of the Qi Meridians, Wentian Sword Lord had already foreseen the problems more than three hundred years later.

The Qilin Sword Ancestor sighed deeply, his ancient voice echoing throughout the Sword Valley:
"In the end... we still have to follow the path of our predecessors."

His voice was like the clang of an ancient sword:

"Only by finding those ancient treasures lost in the distant past, uncovering the truth behind the depletion of spiritual energy in this land, and thoroughly resolving the root cause, can we truly save the world... and also save ourselves!"

"To save the world and to save oneself..."

The Sword Master of Asking the Heavens stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"When I joined the Qilin Sword Sect, all I sought was to 'save myself'."

Later, influenced by the teachings of his sect, he added "saving the world" before "saving himself."

He paused, his tone growing colder:
"But the path to immortality is severed, the celestial court has collapsed, and even the ancient true immortals have vanished without a trace... Even a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river can hardly save itself, let alone save the world."

Upon hearing this, the Qilin Sword Ancestor was somewhat surprised, and a deep voice emanated from the ancient sword:
"Wentian, in just over a hundred years, your spirit... has been worn down to this?"

"Could it be that with the spiritual energy revival imminent, you are so afraid of the depletion calamity three hundred years from now that you are unwilling to even form a nascent soul?"

"Is your spirit waning? Are you unwilling to form an infant?"

The Sword Master of Asking Heaven suddenly turned around, his body surging with sword energy, his eyes sharp as swords, and his voice cold and arrogant:
"How could my will be broken? How could I not reach the Nascent Soul realm?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the horizon, a rare hint of bewilderment in his voice:

"I just...can't see the way forward."

"The path to immortality is severed, and the sages of the past are nowhere to be found. Even if one possesses extraordinary abilities, what good are they?"

The Qilin Sword Ancestor remained silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly:
"Since you have never stepped into the ancient sword domain, you naturally do not know its mysteries."

"I was fortunate enough to enter back then and obtained one of the immortal swords to protect me; otherwise, I would not have been able to survive to this day, even at the Nascent Soul stage."

Everything I saw and heard in the ancient sword domain, I can pass on to you.”

"With this spiritual energy resurgence, the Sword Domain will surely open! If you bring your junior disciples inside, you may be able to find traces of ancient immortals and search for the remains of ancient sword immortals..."

"If one has the affinity with immortals, perhaps... one can truly uncover the secret of this depletion of spiritual energy!"

"Ancient Sword Immortal"

The Sword Lord of Asking Heaven shook his head slightly, "In the end, it's all too ethereal."

He suddenly thought of something, and his eyes brightened:

"It was Zhao Wuji, whom I met at the Wang family's house two years ago."

"This child's swordsmanship talent is exactly the same as mine back then."

He lightly stroked the jade sword at his waist with his fingertips, the blade gleaming with a cold, clear light that reflected in his deep eyes.

"Perhaps he has a better chance than I do."

The voice of the Qilin Sword Ancestor echoed from the bottom of the valley, carrying a hint of impatience amidst its age:
"If that's the case, why hasn't he come to my Qilin Sword Sect yet?"

Upon hearing this, the Sword Master Wentian chuckled, his sleeves fluttering without wind, and his sword energy swirling around him like a dragon.

"No rush. His sword heart is not pure enough yet."

"It will come naturally when he truly understands."

Meanwhile, inside the Pot Heaven space.

Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged atop Mount Ling, his robes billowing as the dreamscapes constructed by the Dream Marriage Technique unfolded in his mind like a tidal wave.

Deep within the Tiannan Secret Realm, Lan Canghai's figure moved like a ghost among the roots that resembled a coiled dragon, surrounded by three azure flying swords, distorting the air like ocean waves wherever he passed.

"Chucky!"

Dozens of tree roots, as thick as buckets, suddenly burst out of the ground, their surfaces covered with bluish-black nodules, their tips splitting open into chrysanthemum-shaped mouthparts, spraying out a foul-smelling, sticky liquid.

Lan Canghai flicked three thunder talismans from his sleeve.

The electric light from the exploding talisman collided with the slime, producing a metallic clang.

"Clang clang clang!!"

The slime solidified into caltrop-like projectiles that shot back, instantly piercing three bloody holes through Lan Canghai's shoulder.

He groaned and retreated rapidly, but five python-like roots shot out from behind him, wrapped around his legs and pulled him down sharply!
"Crack!"

The sound of the tibia breaking was clearly audible.

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly turned cold.

The roots of this tree demon can actually mimic the characteristics of a cultivator's spells.

The viscous liquid just now clearly carried a sharp metallic spiritual energy!

"Go away!"

Lan Canghai's eyes turned bloodshot, and he suddenly threw out several protective talismans given to him by Zhao Wuji.

The moment the talisman flew out, it transformed into astonishing sword energies, shredding the roots between the legs.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, he made a hand seal to activate his magical flying swords, and the three flying swords, like emerald flames and poisonous snakes, lunged towards the main root of the earth.

"Sizzle!" A huge bulge suddenly rose from the ground, with countless roots intertwining to form a shield.

Where the emerald flames burned, foul-smelling black smoke rose, and the tumorous growths on the shield's surface wriggled, gradually devouring the eerie flames.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wuji's expression shifted slightly.

This devouring property is quite interesting.

Suddenly, the ground shook violently!
"boom!!"

A hundred feet away, the land collapsed with a roar, revealing a dried-up riverbed of a fourth-level spiritual vein.

A strangely shaped giant tree stands in the middle of the riverbed.

The trunk is like a twisted bronze pillar, its surface covered with grooves resembling brain gyri.

Hundreds of shriveled human brains hang from the branches, each connected by a spiderweb of nerve endings.

The most terrifying thing was the main brain, the size of a house, in the center of the tree trunk, its surface covered with blood vessels, and its single eye's pupil shrank to the size of a pinhead!
"This monster!" Zhao Wuji's eyes narrowed. "Just how many cultivators has it devoured over the years?!"

"hiss!!"

The single eye suddenly turned, and the divine sense released from its gaze suddenly attacked Lan Canghai's sea of ​​consciousness!
Golden Core level divine sense!
"Oh!"

The scene of the wedding dream was violently shaking.

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, and the phantom image of Xiang Yu appeared on his face.

The double-pupiled blood moon shone brightly, and the power of divine sense was directly poured into Lan Canghai's sea of ​​consciousness through the dream, forcefully shattering the divine sense that had attacked.

"This tree demon's spiritual sense at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm is quite strong! But it's still within my tolerance range."

He squinted and continued to observe the mastermind through the dream's perspective.

The single eye was surrounded by proliferating blood vessels, frantically extracting the essence of memories from the suspended human brain.

Each time the blood vessels swell, the tree trunk secretes an amber-colored sap to repair the wounds scalded by the embers.

"I see."

Zhao Wuji suddenly realized.

Although this tree spirit can devour magic, it requires the consumption of stored memory essence.

The Blue Ocean's desperate counterattack just now has forced it to use its reserves!
"My lord."

In the dream, Lan Canghai's weak voice echoed.

He was now entangled in a cocoon by more than thirty roots, with his head being pressed against his temple by the tips of the roots.

"Refundable."

Zhao Wuji's double pupils flashed, and he used the Dream Marriage Technique to release a powerful spiritual impact through the dream, transforming it into an invisible blade of light that attacked the tree demon's main brain as cover.

Almost simultaneously, Lan Canghai suddenly took out a hidden talisman pill, which burst forth with dazzling blood light.

Within the talisman pill, the calamity-inducing power of the Blood Fiend Needle Sword suddenly erupted!

"Puff puff!"

The numerous entangled roots instantly decomposed into black liquid.

Taking advantage of the moment when the tree demon's one eye closed due to the stinging aura of calamity, Lan Canghai crushed the Wind Control Talisman Pill in his sleeve, his figure instantly transforming into the wind, and he instantly escaped from the tree pit and flew several miles away.

"This tree demon seems to be only at the Golden Core level, not even close to the late or perfect Golden Core stage. I haven't seen any trace of Little Jade Fox either, so I should go in and take a look."

Zhao Wuji suddenly stood up and used the illusion technique by making hand seals.

In an instant, he transformed into the image of the Old Ancestor of Tiannan, dressed in a black robe, with an ancient and weathered face, a cold expression, and a pair of deep and unfathomable eyes, giving people a ruthless and heartless impression.

"Whoosh!"

Blood-red needles and swords, like scarlet feathers, flew in, exuding a dangerous aura, and surrounded him.

"Shh!"

Zhao Wuji took a step forward and entered the teleportation array, his figure rippling like water.

Before leaving, I glanced at Lingshan.

Xiang Yu's head trembled slightly in the phantom image of the palace, as if he were asking for battle.

"Don't panic, it's not time for you to make your move yet."

At this moment.

At the bottom of the fourth-level spiritual vein in the Tiannan Secret Realm, gnarled tree roots, resembling dragons, have formed a nest.

Countless thick roots, like giant pythons, wriggled and twisted deep within the dark earth veins.

In the center of the tree trunk, shriveled heads hung from the nerve network like rotten fruit, trembling slightly with the tree demon's breath.

Nourished by these skulls, a grotesque main brain, the size of a house, was embedded deep within the tree trunk, its surface bulging with blood vessels and a crack appearing in its bluish-black skin.

It was a single eye covered in bloodshot veins!

At this moment, the one-eyed creature was sending out its divine sense with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty, observing the fleeing Lan Canghai in the distance.

"Damn it! Someone actually dared to break through the secret realm's defenses and intrude?!"

The tree spirit was filled with utter shock and rage.

He has been lying dormant in this treasure land for hundreds of years, surviving by devouring the brains and spiritual essence of cultivators who enter the secret realm to seize treasures, thus enduring the Dharma-ending Age.

With the spiritual energy revival imminent, he originally planned to devour several more batches of cultivators, accumulate enough power, break free from the seal, and return to the world.

But at this critical moment, someone actually came to our door!
"Which old monster has set its sights on me?! Could it be a former fellow Daoist?"

Its single eye spun wildly, its divine sense sweeping across the surroundings like a tidal wave, trying to discern the background of the intruder in the distance.

However, the strength that person unleashed was extremely strange. Despite his cultivation being only at the peak of the Condensation Realm, he was able to unleash an astonishingly terrifying Golden Core Divine Sense that was obscure and difficult to discern, even he could not see through it.

escape?
His enormous demonic body has been rooted in the spiritual veins for many years and is already connected to the earth's veins.

If he were to forcibly break away, the rules of the Dharma-ending Age would not have faded yet, and he would be courting death if he went out!

Not escape?
The enemy came with great force and was clearly prepared. If he were trapped underground, his chances of survival would be slim!

"Damn it!!"

The tree demon struggled to its limit, and its single eye suddenly flashed with a fierce light. The hundreds of shriveled heads hanging on the tree trunk trembled in unison, and the nerve veins lit up with a scarlet blood light like a spider web!
Since we're caught in a dilemma... let's fight to the death!
"No matter who you are... you think you can mess with me, the Spirit-Drinking Ancestor? Not so easy!"

The monstrous main brain suddenly swelled, its blood vessels bulging like writhing dragons, and its single eye blazed with murderous intent!
And at this moment.
"Shh!"

The teleportation array shone brightly, and Zhao Wuji, dressed in a black robe, stepped out.

"Golden Core True Man"

The giant brain in the tree trunk trembled, emitting a hoarse rumble, and black blood seeped from the hanging human brains.
(End of this chapter)