Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 246, 298: Seven Supreme Treasures, Controlling the Secret Realm, and the Fallen Immortal Sect (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets: 6969)

The first scene in the jade slip showed the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls.

This was beyond Zhao Wuji's expectations.

He watched as the eighteen points of light floated in the void, arranged in a mysterious yin-yang pattern. The points of light were either as blazing as yang or as cold as yin, and seemed to be mysteriously connected to each other, exuding an ancient and profound Daoist charm as they moved.

The scene he saw in the Heavenly Dao's single eye when he stole lifespan to prolong his life in the past involuntarily resurfaced in his mind.

Within that single eye once floated a dark point of light, originating from the same source as the Yin-Yang Pearl, only a million times larger.

Then I thought of the scene I once saw Master Zhang ascending to the heavens with his sword.

High above, numerous mysterious beings gathered around the medicine furnace, their eyes greedily fixed on the eighteen points of light within it.

"This jade slip contains what Chu Tianyun obtained from that ancient sword domain along with the demon tree spirit seed. It records a supreme treasure from the immortal realm in ancient times?"

Suppressing his shock and disbelief, Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment before looking at the second scene.

It was a tortoise shell that appeared, its surface covered with mysterious patterns, as if naturally formed, yet also as if carved by man. Each pattern shimmered with a faint spiritual light, vaguely revealing a mysterious aura that could deduce the secrets of heaven.

In the third scene, a drawing is unfolded. The material of the drawing is neither silk nor silk, and the edges are yellowed. On it are drawn mountains, rivers, and the trajectory of stars. The lines are intricate and precise, as if they contain the profound truths of the universe.

Some nodes are also marked with obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient seal script.

"This tortoise shell and the drawing."

As Zhao Wuji was pondering, he was suddenly startled to see a medicine furnace appear in the fourth scene.

The furnace body is simple and heavy, with a bronze color throughout. The furnace wall is carved with cloud patterns and spiritual herb designs, and the furnace lid is hollowed out, so that the spiritual fire inside can be vaguely seen.

This medicine furnace was none other than the one he had seen before his transmigration, the same one that Master Zhang had seen in the heavens.

"I didn't expect it to be such a valuable treasure."

Zhao Wuji looked at the fifth scene.

In that scene, nine giant cauldrons were suspended in the air.

The body of the tripod is engraved with mountains, rivers, birds and beasts, the sun, moon and stars.

Each cauldron has a slightly different shape, some as steady as a mountain, others as agile as a cloud. The mouth of the cauldron breathes out chaotic energy, as if suppressing the fortune of the nine provinces and containing supreme power.

"This must be the Nine Tripods of Yu the Great."

Zhao Wuji's heart stirred, and he looked at the sixth scene.

It was a towering tree, its trunk as thick as a pillar supporting the sky, its bark layered like dragon scales, and its branches and leaves lush.

Each leaf shimmers with a different kind of light, the canopy reaches straight into the sky, and the roots, like writhing dragons, are deeply embedded in the earth, seemingly resonating with heaven and earth.

"Could this tree be the spirit seed of the demon tree?"

Zhao Wuji immediately looked at the radiant, holy-like demon tree not far away, then frowned and shook his head.

"It doesn't look quite like it, but there should be some connection. It might be the seed of the big tree in the picture, which can also be considered a spiritual object."

Finally, he saw a blade of grass in the seventh scene.

Swaying gracefully, the grass blades are slender as swords, their entire body emerald green as jade, with a shimmering light flowing between the veins.

A drop of dew gathers on the tip of a blade of grass, and within the dewdrop, a galaxy seems to be reflected. Though tiny, it seems to exude an extraordinary vitality.

"How can a mere blade of grass be arranged alongside these precious treasures? Could it be the legendary immortal herb from overseas that Qin Shi Huang was searching for?"

Zhao Wuji found it very strange.

Although these patterns appeared within the jade slip, they were like looking at flowers through a fog, never revealing any specific information or names.

In the past, Chu Tianyun also coveted the treasures depicted in these patterns, believing that if he could obtain one of them, he could use it to survive the great calamity of the end times.

Unfortunately, despite exhausting all means, they were unable to unravel the mystery and ultimately concluded that the spirit seed was the seed of the great tree.

Thanks to this spiritual seed, Chu Tianyun managed to survive the end of the Dharma era, even though he had made himself look like neither human nor ghost.

But now, just as the spiritual energy is about to revive, it just so happens to run into Zhao Wuji.

"Perhaps fate has its own way of things."

Zhao Wuji put away the jade slip. This item came from the ancient Sword Domain and had an extraordinary origin. It would surely be of great use in the future.

"Unfortunately, Chu Tianyun's memories also contain the ancient sword domain exploration map he drew, but I have too little of the memories I can obtain. That exploration map was also left by him in the Jingyun Sword Sect in Zhongzhou."

"Otherwise, perhaps we can find more clues about these treasures when we enter the Ancient Sword Domain in the future."

His gaze shifted to the gleaming heartwood of the tree.

He then sat cross-legged in front of the main trunk of the demon tree, his hands forming hand seals. The spiritual light of his medical arts rippled like blue waves, enveloping the shimmering tree core.

As the spell was activated, fine golden patterns appeared on the surface of the tree heart, extending like blood vessels throughout the entire demon tree.

The ancient runes on the tree trunk lit up, emitting a soft glow.

The branches and leaves moved swiftly without wind, rustling softly, as if responding to his refining process and exuding a sense of intimacy.

Strands of pure life force flowed into his body along with the spiritual light of medical techniques, nourishing his meridians and cleansing his dantian.

"What a powerful spirituality and vitality!"

Zhao Wuji closed his eyes and looked inward, feeling the golden core within his body tremble slightly, the flow of the core's energy accelerating, and even the mysterious gate of his inner realm trembled faintly, as if in resonance.

This demonic tree possesses a vitality far exceeding that of ordinary spiritual plants.

It was even more potent than the seven- or eight-hundred-year-old medicinal herbs he had seen in the royal family's secret vault.

The refining process lasted for about half an hour, and the tree heart finally merged completely with his divine consciousness.

In an instant, the trunk of the entire demon tree contracted slightly, and its roots wriggled like living things, actively establishing a connection with him.

"Buzz!"

A massive flow of information surged into his mind, revealing the overall structure of the Tiannan Secret Realm!
His divine sense merged into the roots of the demon tree like a tide, spreading along the gnarled veins. In an instant, an unprecedented sense of control surged into his heart.

Mountains and rivers, the flow of spiritual veins, forbidden nodes... everything is under our control!
He seemed to have transformed into an ancient tree reaching the heavens, whose roots could perceive the movement of grass and wind within a radius of thousands of miles.

The trembling of every leaf and the flow of every wisp of spiritual energy were clearly discernible.

"This feeling"

His mind trembled slightly, and his divine sense continued to extend along the roots, touching the boundary of the Tiannan Secret Realm.

Deep underground, the roots meander like dragons and snakes, only to be suddenly blocked when they touch a certain spot.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier enveloping the entire secret realm.

Zhao Wuji looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing through the clouds.

High above, there was also a layer of mysterious array power that enveloped the secret realm, like a dome, isolating it from the outside world.

"I see."

he mused.

This secret realm is somewhat similar to his own Pot Heaven Space; both are small worlds independent of the outside world.

However, the Pot Heaven Space relies on his magic, while the Southern Heaven Secret Realm is imprisoned by this massive array.

"This place is extraordinary. According to Chu Tianyun's memory, this secret realm may be related to the treasure tree in the jade slip."

The specific situation needs to be studied in the future.

No wonder they were able to avoid the end of the Dharma.

A glint of light flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

The array that shrouds this secret realm is complex and profound, and it cannot be broken in a short time.

However, if one can thoroughly study it, it will definitely be of great benefit to his array formation techniques!
If he could completely refine this secret realm in the future, and the Pot Heaven Space could advance further, he could even try to gradually incorporate the entire secret realm into the Pot Heaven Space!

"However, now is not the time."

He stood up, flicked his sleeves, and glanced around.

The spiritual energy within the secret realm was still thin, but the depleted level-four spiritual veins connected to the roots of the demon tree were showing signs of revival.

"The spiritual energy revival has begun in the Pot Heaven Space. Although it has not yet fully erupted in the outside world, the earth veins have already reacted."

This demonic tree has been rooted in the spiritual vein for many years; perhaps it can become a medium for me to absorb spiritual energy…

With a thought, he tried to communicate with the earth's veins through the tree's core.

"boom!"

In an instant, a muffled rumble came from deep underground.

The depleted spiritual veins trembled slightly, like a sleeping dragon being awakened.

Strands of pure spiritual energy flowed into the demon tree through its roots, then transformed by the tree's core before merging into Zhao Wuji's body.

"It really works!"

He smiled slightly, but quickly suppressed his smile.

"However, this spiritual vein has been depleted for too long, and its recovery speed is limited. For the time being, it cannot compare with the Wang family's spiritual vein."

After a moment's thought, he stared at the shimmering demonic tree before him, the blood moon swirling in his double pupils, and he had already made up his mind.

He formed hand seals, and his spiritual energy surged within him, causing his sleeves to move without wind.

A mysterious spatial fluctuation rippled out from his body.

"Open the second pot of heaven!"

With a low shout, the second Heavenly Realm, spanning five zhang in diameter, suddenly unfolded.

Like an invisible giant net, it slowly enveloped the lush canopy at the top of the demon tree.

"Om!!"

A faint ripple spread across the edge of the space, and the moment the branches and leaves of the tree canopy touched the barrier of the heavenly realm, they slowly melted into it as if ice and snow were dissolving.

In an instant, a bright green light suddenly appeared on the edge of the originally gray and chaotic space within the second heaven.

The tree's canopy spreads out like a piece of jade.

Wisps of spiritual energy emanated from between the leaves, swirling into mist and gently nourishing this nascent space.

"It really works!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes brightened slightly as he sensed the changes in the second Heavenly Pot.

The gray mist receded from the original five-zhang edge of the space like a tide, and slowly expanded outward by an inch!
Although it is small, it is real growth!
He had a thought in his mind.

Manipulating the second Heavenly Space to continue spreading downwards, like an invisible net, slowly enveloping the trunk of the demon tree.

"Swish"

The branches and leaves of the demon tree moved swiftly without wind, as if responding to the pull of the Pot Heaven space.

The tree's heart was connected to his consciousness, and at this moment it actually cooperated, continuously transporting the spiritual energy drawn from the earth's veins deep within its roots to the tree canopy.

Then, through the transformation of branches and leaves into pure spiritual mist, it nourishes the second heaven space.

"crash"

Inside the space, spiritual mist fell like a fine rain.

The originally dry ground gradually began to glow with a moist spiritual light, and the faint outline of a miniature spiritual vein was gathering underground.

Zhao Wuji's lips curled up slightly, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

"If this trend continues, the second Heavenly Realm will not only be able to devour the entire demon tree, but may even gradually encroach upon the entire Southern Heavenly Realm, transforming it into my own hidden realm within my sleeve."

He scanned the tree's core with his divine sense and sensed its close connection to the secret realm.

In the future, as long as the second Heavenly Space is completely integrated with the Tree Heart, he will be able to freely enter and exit the Southern Secret Realm at any time through the Heavenly Space.

At that time, this secret realm will become his backyard, and the spiritual energy and resources within it will be at his disposal!
"Take it easy"

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Although the expansion of the second heavenly realm was slow, it was as stable as a rock.

The day he completely devours the secret realm will be the day he adds another layer of strength to his foundation!
Zhao Wuji glanced at the demon tree, then turned and flew out of the tree pit.

Now that the tree heart has been refined, the secret realm holds no more secrets for him.

"We should go find the little fox and that cowardly tiger..."

He spread his divine sense, using the tree heart and the numerous scattered demonic tree roots to quickly locate a hidden valley. "It's good that they're still alive."

Zhao Wuji flashed and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the distance.

at the same time.

Central Plains, the Jingyun Sword Sect.

The towering Sword Peak pierces the clouds, its summit shrouded in mist, yet it cannot conceal the long-dormant aura of decay.

The mountain has been sealed for over three hundred years, but the protective formation for the sect is still in operation.

However, the light was dim, and cracks occasionally appeared between the array patterns, indicating that it had not been repaired for a long time.

"Crack!"

Inside the main hall, an ancient lamp suddenly went out, its wick turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating.

The lamp base is engraved with three characters: Chu Tianyun.

"Um?!"

Yun Wuyai, the sect leader of Jingyun Sect, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with sword intent as he stared intently at the extinguished longevity lamp.

"Junior Brother Chu's...soul lamp...has gone out?"

His voice trembled slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.

More than three hundred years ago, the great calamity of the end times descended.

Of the seven Golden Core cultivators of the Jingyun Sword Sect, four, besides him, have already passed away.

The remaining fellow disciple, whose lifespan was also nearing its end, had gone into seclusion and was in danger of perishing at any moment.

Only Chu Tianyun, who left the sect with a mysterious spirit seed back then, has never been heard from since, but his soul lamp has never been extinguished, giving the sect a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps he found a way to avoid the end times and prolong his life.

But now...

"In the end...did he still not make it through?"

Yun Wuyai sighed, waved his sleeve, and transformed into a sword light, instantly rushing towards the forbidden area behind the mountain.

"Ancestor!"

Deep within the forbidden area, in an ancient stone chamber, floats a fist-sized, translucent white jade bead.

Inside the pearl, a phantom primordial spirit sat cross-legged, its face aged, its eyes closed, and its body entwined with wisps of sword intent, but it no longer possessed the sharpness of its former self.

Ancestor Jingyun!

A Nascent Soul sword cultivator who once dominated the Central Plains.

Now, only a remnant of his primordial spirit remains; even his nascent soul has dissipated, and he is merely clinging to life through secret techniques.

"What's the matter?"

Inside the jade bead, the ancestor's primordial spirit slowly opened his eyes, his voice hoarse as if metal were rubbing against stone.

"Junior Brother Chu's longevity lamp... has been extinguished," Yun Wuyai said in a deep voice.

"..."

The ancestor's primordial spirit remained silent for a moment, then sighed softly: "Indeed... the spiritual seed he took away back then was not something that could prolong life."

Yun Wuyai smiled bitterly: "The entire sect had been hoping that he could find a glimmer of hope, or even bring back some resources to help the sect get through the end of the Dharma era... Now it seems that we were overthinking it."

The ancestor's primordial spirit gazed deeply as he slowly said, "Tianyun is arrogant and unruly. When he left the sect, he said he would find another way, using spiritual seeds as a foundation to survive the end of the Dharma... Now that the lamp has gone out, he must have failed."

Yun Wuyai remained silent.

More than three hundred years have passed, and the Jingyun Sword Sect is no longer as prosperous as it once was.

Of the seven Golden Core cultivators, only two remain.

The ancestor's nascent soul dissipated, leaving only his primordial spirit.

The sect's protective formation is damaged, and the spiritual veins are depleted...

If the mountain hadn't been closed in time, we probably wouldn't have even been able to protect the mountain gate.

"Ancestor, with the spiritual energy revival imminent, how should the sect... conduct itself?" Yun Wuyai asked in a low voice.

The ancestor's primordial spirit's eyes flickered slightly, and he pondered, "The Jingyun Sword Sect has survived the Great Calamity of the End of Dharma, with only one-tenth of its foundation remaining, but it has not been destroyed after all... Your senior brother Liao has at most thirty years of lifespan left. Whether our sect can regain its glory in the future depends entirely on you."

He paused, his voice solemn: "Although Tianyun has fallen, the 'Ancient Sword Domain' exploration map that he copied from ancient classics is still in the sect's secret vault."

"Once the spiritual energy recovers, you can take the map back into the Sword Domain and perhaps find an opportunity to form your Nascent Soul... or even find a chance to help me reshape my nascent soul!"

Yun Wuyai took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "Disciple understands."

The ancestor's primordial spirit nodded slightly, then closed his eyes, and the light of his primordial spirit dimmed once again.

Yun Wuyai stood still for a moment, then turned and left.

Stepping out of the forbidden area, he looked up at the sky.

Deep within the clouds, a faint glimmer of light seemed to flicker.

That was a sign of the revival of spiritual energy.

"Junior Brother Chu, you ultimately...didn't live to see this day...I will help you explore that map."

He murmured to himself, his fist slowly clenching in his sleeve.

In a valley in the southern secret realm.

A touch of spiritual energy floats in the air, a clear mountain stream flows, and the vegetation is lush and verdant.

"Seven years..."

Zhao Wuji scanned the area with his divine sense and instantly locked onto a hidden cave in the valley.

"Shh!"

A figure, white with a hint of purple, darted out of the cave like lightning, landing lightly on a blue stone. Its five bushy tails were held high, and its golden eyes looked over warily.

"Chirp?"

The little jade fox, whose size seemed to have increased considerably, tilted its head, then its pupils shrank as it recognized the person in front of it.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

It excitedly leaped up, transforming into a white shadow as it pounced on Zhao Wuji, landing lightly at his feet and affectionately rubbing against his leg.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining? And it's grown five tails?"

Zhao Wuji was slightly surprised. He reached out and gently stroked its soft fur, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to have a special talent as a demon beast? It seems you haven't been slacking off all these years."

“Zhao Wu, Wuji…”

The little jade fox seemed to have not communicated with humans for a long time. Its speech was still unclear, but it could already speak human language, and its golden eyes were full of joy.

"Roar!"

A deep roar came from the depths of the cave, and a huge, striped tiger slowly walked out, its eyes warily fixed on Zhao Wuji.

But it quickly recognized him, growled, lowered its body, and wagged its tail in submission.

"Qi Activation Level 4?"

Zhao Wuji glanced at the cowardly tiger and nodded slightly.

It is no easy feat to have cultivated to this extent in the Dharma-ending Age over seven years.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the valley. "The Tiannan Secret Realm is indeed wonderful, but it is ultimately a secluded place. Now that the spiritual energy is about to recover, a great era is about to begin in the outside world. Are you willing to come out with me?"

Upon hearing this, Little Jade Fox hesitated for a moment, then gently shook her head.

"Chirp... No, I don't want to..."

It struggled to organize its thoughts, stammering, "It's... quiet here... perfect for cultivation... no one to disturb me."

It paused, then looked up at Zhao Wuji, its eyes filled with hope: "Xiongba... wants to see..."

"Xiong Ba?"

After a moment's thought, Zhao Wuji remembered the fat bird that was still enjoying its life in the Linglang Cave.

"This is simple."

He nodded slightly. "I'll let it come to see you when it has time. If it likes it here too, then let it stay."

Upon hearing this, the little jade fox's eyes lit up with joy, and its tail wagged happily.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji did not insist.

He has achieved his goal for this trip.

Since Little Jade Fox was unwilling to leave, he naturally wouldn't force her.

This fox was clearly persecuted too badly by Empress Yu Lanxi and was unwilling to return to the human world.

He glanced at Little Jade Fox and Cowardly Tiger one last time and said calmly, "Take care."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure rippled like water and vanished from the spot in an instant.

In the valley, only the little jade fox remained, gazing up in the direction he had left, motionless for a long time.

"Shh!"

In mid-air, Zhao Wuji raised his hand and made a gesture.

In the distance, a yin-yang twin lotus and a piece of blood-red demon blood essence flew through the air.

It fell into his palm.

The Yin-Yang Twin Lotus, with its intertwined black and white energies, has petals that move like Yin-Yang fish, exuding a pure and spiritual charm.

This item was carefully cultivated by Chu Tianyun using the essence and roots of the demon tree as a base and absorbing the spiritual essence of a fourth-level spiritual vein. Over the years, it has become a special treasure of the Tiannan Secret Realm.

It takes six years for one plant to survive.

Such spiritual plants were nothing special to Chu Tianyun, who possessed a demon tree and was a Golden Core cultivator.

It is enough to make cultivators from the outside world flock to it, willing to risk entering the secret realm to search for treasures, only to end up as a pile of fertilizer.

Looking at the demon blood essence again, it was completely crimson like blood, with an eerie luster on its surface, and faintly emitted the howls of demonic beasts.

This thing is even more insidious; it was made from the blood of countless demonic beasts raised in Chu Tianyun's Slaughter Secret Realm.

"What a wonderful blood bank hunting ground!"

He scanned the surroundings with his divine sense. The secret realm, which used to be teeming with demonic beasts, was now desolate and deserted, clearly having been slaughtered by Chu Tianyun.

"What I planned back then failed to accomplish, but this fellow has done it for me."

He gently stroked the essence of the demon blood with his fingertips, feeling the immense blood energy and ferocious power contained within it.

The object had an eerie sheen on its surface, and inside it seemed as if the spirits of countless demonic beasts were roaring and struggling, emanating a terrifying and violent aura.

"According to rumors, this item is one of the most precious treasures in the Tiannan Secret Realm, yet no one has ever been able to obtain it."

Zhao Wuji's eyes gleamed. "Now I've gotten a good deal!"

The ferocious blood energy contained in this demon blood essence is exactly what he needs to break through to the peak of Martial Courage!

With a flick of his sleeve, he did not head towards the teleportation array, but instead went straight to the entrance of the former secret realm.

The ancient stone platform at the entrance to the secret realm still stands, its surface mottled and etched with the marks of time.

"It's time to go back."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the shimmering lake water outside the array at the entrance.

Li Shiyu had already focused his mind; the third transformation of the Maiden's Primordial Yin was waiting for him to pluck it.

If he can take this opportunity to go a step further, his spiritual aptitude will surely reach new heights.

In this great era of spiritual revival that is about to begin, this is the capital to compete for supremacy in the Nine Provinces!
"but."

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly and glanced at the third Yin Pearl, which had fallen silent after its initial agitation.

The messages that appeared on it indicated that the project was only 70% complete, and further progress was difficult.
(End of this chapter)