Immortals of the End Times

The third Yin Pearl shimmered with an eerie light, and the true name of the spell that appeared was as striking as thunder and lightning—Exorcism!
This technique is extremely powerful and specializes in manipulating the soul and controlling the spirits. Although it shares the same origin as the technique of communicating with the underworld, its power is ten times greater!
If Zhao Wuji were to use the technique of communicating with spirits, he would need to supplement it with talismanic water, incantations, poisonous herbs, and medicinal stones, and then use his family's golden needles to suppress the yin spirits of high-level cultivators.

To delve into the depths of memory, one must employ the art of dream manipulation to penetrate layer by layer.

Once the art of exorcising spirits is mastered to a high level, one can seize souls and steal spirits with a mere thought, and search for souls and refine consciousness in the blink of an eye!
"It was through contact with Chu Tianyun and those few ghostly spirits that this technique was unexpectedly broken..."

A glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, but then his brows furrowed.

His comprehension of the exorcism technique was stuck at 70%, making it difficult to advance any further.

He shook his head slightly: "What you learn from books is never enough; you must put it into practice to truly understand. In the end, you still have to seek out techniques or ancient books to complete your understanding..."

In the blink of an eye, he stepped out of the Tiannan Secret Realm, his sleeves billowing with wind and clouds, heading straight for the Xuan Kingdom's imperial palace.

Now that the Second Heaven is connected to the Secret Realm, traveling between the two places is only a matter of moments, and there is no longer any need to spend ancient spirit stones to activate the teleportation array.

Simply use the Pot Heaven as a transit point; entering leads to the secret realm, while exiting leads to the southern sky.

From then on, visiting Nan Zhixia and Li Shiyu, the two Daoist partners, became as easy as taking a leisurely stroll.

soon.

After a night.

Inside the Xuan Kingdom's imperial palace, a sudden storm subsided.

Inside the dragon bed and gauze curtains.

Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged on the bed, looking inward at himself.

Within the golden light flowing along its spine, the faint purple hue became even more intense and vivid, like the purple glow bursting forth from the rising sun, swirling and flowing endlessly.

He could clearly feel that his spiritual aptitude had increased by more than 10%, and the two golden cores in his body were more stable and solid.

The cultivation speed will also increase by 10%.

"Not bad! My spiritual aptitude is quite good now, and with the start of the spiritual energy revival, I can even be considered a genius of a major sect."

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly, quite satisfied with this improvement.

As she lowered her head, she saw the Empress lying lazily on Li Shiyu's lap, her ink-black hair cascading down her back, her crimson dragon robe half-open and slipping down her arms.

Her snow-white back had a graceful curve, and beneath her skin, an even richer and deeper purple-gold light was faintly visible, like a winding, flowing galaxy, beautiful and mysterious.

She already possessed a golden spiritual aptitude, and after benefiting twice from the nourishment of the third stage of the "Nine Revolutions of the Maiden's Record," her spiritual aptitude was also significantly enhanced.

The intensity of the purple aura emanating from his back was even greater than that of Zhao Wuji.

"Senior brother."

Li Shiyu lazily raised her eyes, extended her slender, pinkish fingers, and lightly tapped Zhao Wuji's firm chest.

The voice was like it had been dipped in honey, carrying a husky and languid quality after a moment of satisfaction:

"Your spirituality has increased by more than 10%, which is truly commendable... I have also benefited a little from this."

She chuckled softly, her tone then taking on a slightly coquettish inquiry, "But... what are your plans for the future, Senior Brother? The spiritual energy of the dragon vein in this palace isn't even enough to sustain my current cultivation at the Concentration Realm."

For the past year or so, I have been cultivating in the Linglang Grotto-heaven, and I can only remotely manage the affairs of the Xuan Kingdom through the civil and military officials.

"But now, Hou Baichang, the peak master in the cave, and his disciple Ji Mobai are both about to break through to the Condensation Realm."

However, the grotto-heaven only has one level-one spiritual vein. It won't be enough for so many people to cultivate together in the future.

Her gaze was like water, carrying a hint of cunning and expectation as she looked up at Zhao Wuji. "You can't expect me to abandon this Xuan Kingdom and beg to follow you and live in your royal family in Beiyun Dizhou, can you?"

Zhao Wuji shook his head, gently patted his back, and said, "You don't need to worry. The spiritual energy will soon be restored. Even though Linlang Cave Heaven is a first-level spiritual vein, it will gradually grow into a second-level spiritual vein after the spiritual energy is restored."

After all, this spiritual vein was originally a degenerated level three spiritual vein, and it would have been enough to support several cultivators at the Concentration stage.

Seeing a hint of disappointment flash in Li Shiyu's eyes, he chuckled and said, "Once you've settled things in Xuan Kingdom and Linlang Cave Heaven, and trained a successor, I'll take you to develop your career with the Wang family."

After all, once you reach the late stage of the Concentration Realm, a level one spiritual vein will be difficult to support your cultivation.

A level two spiritual vein is barely enough; I don't want you to spend hundreds of years cultivating to the ninth level."

Upon hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Li Shiyu immediately smiled.

Although she didn't mind focusing on her cultivation in the Linglang Cave, deep down she longed to go to the Wang family with Zhao Wuji.

In this way, we can be together more often, instead of being separated so often as we are now, and having to wait a long time to see each other.

In her heart, she was always that bluebird who was willing to follow her senior brother's sword light.

"It's getting late, I should get going."

Zhao Wuji gently stroked Li Shiyu's smooth, jade-like back, then suddenly flipped his palm and pulled out a Yin-Yang Twin Lotus from his storage bag.

With a flick of his finger, he precisely severed the black lotus of yin attribute and presented it to the Empress.

"This is..." Li Shiyu's phoenix eyes widened slightly, her red lips parted with a hint of surprise.

"The Yin-Yang Twin Lotus." Zhao Wuji smiled. "This single Yin Lotus is enough to help you break through to the mid-stage of the Condensation Realm."

With that, he flicked his sleeves, and twelve golden rays flew out of the needle box—his family's golden needles.

The needle's tail traced a mysterious trajectory in the air, swaying gently like a phoenix feather.

"Sit still." He said in a deep voice, "Before you leave, I will personally perform acupuncture to refine your essence."

"Very well!" Li Shiyu's eyes sparkled. "It has indeed been a long time since I've experienced Physician Zhao's acupuncture skills."

She slowly straightened up, and her crimson dragon robe slid down like water with her movement, revealing half of her snow-white, crystal-clear back.

Her slender waist, as delicate as a willow branch, outlined a breathtaking curve in the candlelight, its arc exquisite.

Zhao Wuji made a hand seal with his fingers together, and a dim, yellowish fire rose from his palm, refining the black lotus into a crystal-clear spiritual liquid.

The spiritual liquid churned in the flames, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Open your mouth."

With a soft shout from Zhao Wuji, Li Shiyu had just opened her lips when the spiritual liquid was poured into her mouth, filling it completely.

"Well!"

Her throat bobbed involuntarily as she swallowed the lotus-scented elixir. A hint of reproach flashed in her phoenix eyes, yet it only enhanced her allure.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Zhao Wuji instantly applied acupuncture, simultaneously inserting three golden needles into the "Tianzong," "Bingfeng," and "Quyuan" acupoints on Li Shiyu's shoulder blade.

The ripples of spiritual energy created by the trembling of the needle's tail sent tiny shivers down her snow-white skin.

"Uh!" Li Shiyu suddenly straightened her swan-like neck, her sweat-dampened black hair sticking to the side of her slender neck, her spiritual energy surging, and she suddenly broke through the barrier.

After Li Shiyu broke through to the next level, Zhao Wuji left the Xuan Kingdom's palace and quietly arrived at the Linlang Cave.

He concealed his aura and drifted into the cave's protective barrier like a wisp of cloud, without disturbing anyone.

Standing on the clouds overlooking the entire cave, my divine sense spread out like a tide.

The busy figures of the disciples in the spirit fields and herb gardens, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy in the caves on various peaks, were all vividly displayed in his mind.

His eyebrows twitched slightly as his senses swept across the valley to the east.

Ji Mobai was sitting cross-legged on a blue stone under the waterfall, surrounded by purple aura, with the phantom of three flowers appearing and disappearing above his head.

Inside the quiet room of Lonely Cloud Peak, the aura emanating from Hou Baichang had already subtly touched the threshold of Concentration.

"These two, master and disciple, are both quite extraordinary."

As Zhao Wuji gazed at the deep purple light flowing along Ji Mobai's spine, the image of the purple-robed master from the past flashed through his mind, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

I was young then, and perhaps a bit reckless.

Now, not only him, but also Ji Mobai has grown a lot.

As the mountain breeze brushed against his robes, Zhao Wuji suddenly recalled the scene when he first entered the cave more than a decade ago.

At that time, all the disciples on the mountain were exploited by the cave master, Zhong Kui.

Looking around now, one sees numerous azure clouds and spiritual light shimmering on each peak.

He nodded in agreement: "It seems that relaxing regulations has given these rough gems a chance to shine."

As my divine sense swept over Cold Moon Peak, I suddenly heard a cacophony of birdsong.

Following the sound, a dark mass of mynas swirled like black clouds behind Cold Moon Peak, turning the spirit fields that were originally planted with Cold Grass into a gathering place for birds' nests.

"That Xiong Ba!"

Zhao Wuji's eyelids twitched, and his divine sense locked onto the crooked pine tree at the summit.

The tyrant stood proudly at the highest point, its five-colored tail feathers shimmering in the sunlight, surrounded by seven or eight glossy female birds.

"That beast!"

A vein throbbed slightly on his forehead.

The spirit bird that was casually conjured up years ago has now turned the entire mountain into its harem.

There were at least twenty or thirty hopping chicks, and some of them had even learned to cause trouble, chasing after the patrolling disciples and making a ruckus.

He rubbed his temples, and a telepathic message pierced Xiong Ba's mind: "Dead bird, I'll give you three breaths to settle your affairs."

On the pine tree, the fat bird's feathers were all ruffled, and it almost fell off the branch.

"Gah! Ba!?"

Upon hearing the familiar sound, Xiong Ba was first alarmed, then overjoyed. He fluttered his wings and hurriedly counted the number of chicks. He then turned to his favorite female bird and chirped urgently, just like a husband about to embark on a long journey giving instructions to his family.

"No need for explanations. I'll send your whole family inside to stop them from making a scene!"

Zhao Wuji found it amusing. He flew towards the mountains and forests, and with a few hand seals, the second Heavenly Realm quietly unfolded.

Within the Pot Heaven space, the lush branches of the demon tree extended out from the gray mist at the other end.

Zhao Wuji flicked his sleeve, made a hand seal, and used his bird-taming technique to bring all the mynas on the mountain into his potted plant, so that they would not continue to harm the spiritual plants in the cave.

Immediately, numerous mynas of all sizes let out a chorus of cries and flew up involuntarily, landing inside the Pot Heaven space.

As the space closed, they were instantly transported to the Tiannan Secret Realm, continuing to search for the Little Jade Fox following the guidance given by the Bird Taming Technique.

Beside Cold Moon Peak, atop a mountain shrouded in mist.

Dai Zhiyun was gently stroking the infant in her arms, her eyes tender, making the child giggle. Suddenly, she heard a noisy chirping of birds, and as if sensing something, she looked up towards the outside of the cave.

In the distance, amidst the clouds, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, yet he vanished in an instant, as if in a dream.

"Senior Brother Zhao!"

Dai Zhiyun's eyes suddenly reddened, and she raised her hand slightly as if to try to stop him, but then slowly lowered it, finally letting out a soft sigh.

With tears welling up in her eyes, she hugged her young child tightly and bowed deeply towards the void.

This bow, it's unclear whether it's a bow to the senior brother I only glimpsed briefly, or to the peak master on Cold Moon Peak... someone I can never look back at again.

Time flies, and several months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Across the vast land of Kyushu, it was as if a colossal beast, long asleep for millennia, was gradually awakening, with muffled rumbling echoing from the depths of the earth's veins.

Nourished by the energy veins of the nine provinces, the spiritual veins of each state, like a giant dragon turning over, burst forth with boundless spiritual energy, which intertwined in the air to form a seven-colored rosy glow.

An old monk knelt down and wept bitterly; such a magnificent scene had not been seen for over three hundred years.

During the great calamity of the Dharma's end, most Golden Core cultivators exhausted their lifespans and turned into a handful of dust.

Even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would be exhausted of vital energy, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Only those Golden Core cultivators who possessed profound sect foundations and forcibly broke through to higher realms when spiritual energy was depleted could maintain some vitality and not show signs of decline.

As for Nascent Soul True Monarchs, if they can preserve their primordial spirit from destruction, they can be considered to have survived this great calamity of heaven and earth.

Now, signs of spiritual energy revival are first appearing in the fourth-level spiritual veins of the top sects...

Even the top sects in various regions are gradually starting to show signs of Nascent Soul Tribulation.

Some old monsters who had been dormant at the Golden Core stage for many years began to follow the trend of the times and undergo tribulation to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

However, some forces took advantage of this opportunity to attack their enemies, triggering war and causing political instability.

"Boom!"

In Beiyun Dizhou, the first roar of a Nascent Soul Tribulation thunderclap echoed through the prefecture.

Dark clouds covered the sky above the Qilin Sword Sect.

Thousands of ancient swords hung upside down in an array. The Sword Lord of Asking Heaven, his white robes fluttering, stood in mid-air, surrounded by azure and white sword energy, like two dragons protecting their master.

When the lightning struck, it was actually cleaved apart by a silvery sword light he unleashed with his fingers!

Spiritual energy tribulation is nothing special.

As for the tribulations of the heart and mind, they could not shake his determination and sword intent to question the will of Heaven, the Sword Lord of Heaven!

"The will of Heaven is my will, and my will is the will of Heaven!"

The Sword Sovereign of Heaven, undergoing tribulation to condense his Nascent Soul!
In Suzhou, Northeast China, a tremendous shockwave erupted from the direction of the "Palace of Heaven-Mending," causing the cave where the Pavilion Master had been in seclusion for three hundred years to explode.

A figure soared into the sky, with the extraordinary phenomenon of the sun and moon shining together appearing behind him.

However, at the critical moment of the tribulation, three dark figures attacked from the void. It turned out to be the three elders of the arch-enemy "Colossus Sect" joining forces to ambush him.

The instantaneous clash of spiritual light illuminated half the sky, chilling all who watched.

In Yizhou of the East Sea, the protective array of Penglai Sword Pavilion was torn open by a massive, pitch-black claw that covered a hundred feet in size.

One of the disciples caught a glimpse of what appeared to be mountain-like scales emerging from the waves.

It turned out to be a thousand-year-old dragon that had fled into the deep sea during the Dharma-ending Age, returning to avenge its past grievances.

In the distance, many eerie shipwrecks can be seen emerging.

It turned out that the dragon and the leader of the ghost cultivators on the sunken ship had joined forces.

The two patriarchs of the Sword Pavilion had no choice but to interrupt their seclusion and join forces with the sect leader to fight together, and the situation became extremely precarious.

While other states were in turmoil.

A shocking piece of news swept across the Central Plains like a hurricane.

Legend has it that a dreamlike celestial phenomenon has appeared above the central energy vein of Zhongzhou.

Some cultivators witnessed firsthand that in the mirage-like scene above the sky, the faint phantom of the ancient sword domain could be seen flowing.

Even more breathtaking is the sight of a towering tree reaching into the heavens, its branches shrouded in mist, with magnificent palaces and pavilions appearing and disappearing amidst the clouds, a grand and awe-inspiring sight of thousands of buildings.

"This is no ordinary phenomenon!"

An old monster from the ancient sect of the Central Plains, the Immortal Saint Sect, asserted.

This being, who has survived for thousands of years by relying on the central energy vein, pointed out that in the past five or six thousand years of spiritual energy revival, there has never been such an amazing Tongtian Jianmu tree and the illusory image of the Celestial Court.

He predicted that this spiritual revival might be different from the past, and that something might happen that would trigger a great change in the world and completely end the great calamity of the future.

The news sent shockwaves through the land!

The top sects all dispatched their elite forces to investigate.

Even those powerful demonic cultivators, ghost patriarchs, and even transformed demons who had been lying dormant in the states beyond the river for many years began to stir.

These beings, forced to flee into the desolate lands during the Dharma-ending Age, now had greed gleaming in their eyes.

"That old fellow from the Immortal Saint Sect has made such a prediction, so I'm afraid the world is truly about to change. It's time to go back and fight our way back!"

A chilling voice echoed in the darkness from an old demonic cultivator.

Although the spiritual energy of the states beyond the river is depleted, their unique environment has given rise to a large amount of Yin energy.

Over the years, demonic cultivators, ghost cultivators, and monsters have been barely surviving here, trying to avoid the great calamity of the end times.

With the spiritual energy revival imminent, the world may be about to undergo an unprecedented upheaval. How could these ferocious beings miss out on this grand feast?

In an instant, undercurrents surged across the land.

Inside the Supreme Grotto-Heaven, in the grotto master's sleeping quarters.

Zhao Wuji finished his practice and calmed his breath. Golden light flowed in his eyes as he felt the hundreds of strands of golden core spiritual power newly added to his body. He smiled slightly and said, "With the Sunflower Spirit Knocking Technique and the Yin-Yang Twin Lotus complementing each other, not only has your cultivation broken through, but my gains this time are also greater than I expected."

With his current cultivation speed, even in the fourth-level spiritual vein of the Wang family, it would take him more than ten days to cultivate with hundreds of strands of golden core spiritual energy.

Being with Nan Zhixia, this Daoist partner, is something that can be done in a single day.

Of course, this was also due to Nan Zhixia's breakthrough in cultivation level; otherwise, it wouldn't have had such an effect.

In front of the dressing table, Nan Zhixia brushed her fingertips over the jade hairpin in her hair, and her increasingly radiant face was reflected in the mirror.

Since breaking through to the late stage of the Concentration Realm, the spiritual energy around her has become as refined as moonlight, even the corners of her eyes are tinged with a touch of radiance.

Hearing this, he snorted and said, "The Yanglian medicine you gave me is too potent. If I didn't have a solid foundation, I'm afraid my meridians would be swollen and painful from your treatment."

Although she spoke with a hint of reproach, her eyebrows were full of smiles.

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily.

Although his Golden Core cultivation level had only increased to (8419/30000) over the past few months, he had still managed to cultivate for several months.

However, with the aid of the demon blood essence, Wu Xiandao's cultivation had already broken through to the level of perfect martial courage, greatly enhancing his physical strength, which Nan Zhixia naturally found difficult to withstand.

He got up and walked to the window, looking at the spiritual mist floating in the cave: "The spiritual veins of the Supreme Cave Heaven are of limited quality. Even if the spiritual energy recovers, I'm afraid it will be difficult to support your cultivation to the point of perfect spiritual concentration."

"The Tiannan Secret Realm is now under my control, and its level-four spiritual veins are gradually recovering. You may reside there permanently from now on."

"I will go after I have sorted out the arrangements for the collaboration between the cave heaven and the Xuan Kingdom."

Nan Zhixia straightened his clothes and said seriously, "Recently, my disciples stationed in various states have been sending secret reports frequently."

In Beiyun Dizhou, the Qilin Sword Sect's Wentian Sword Master is undergoing Nascent Soul Tribulation, while in Northeast Suzhou, the Butian Pavilion is attacked by the Colossus Sect. Even the Penglai Sword Pavilion is besieged by dragons and ghost cultivators...

The revival of spiritual energy marks an era of great contention.

These old monsters are likely to unleash a bloodbath in their struggle for the spiritual veins.

"The Wang family's intelligence network also has similar information."

Zhao Wuji remained calm. “A fourth-level spiritual vein will inevitably become a target of everyone’s attacks. It would be more prudent for you to stay in the cave and oversee things for the time being.”

Nan Zhixia turned and stared at him: "What about you? Are you really going to the Qilin Sword Sect in the future?"

"good."

Zhao Wuji nodded. "In the Wang family, maintaining the status quo is enough, but there is a lack of ambition. The Qilin Sword Sect not only has a level four spiritual vein, but also the Qi vein of an entire province. I'm afraid that spiritual vein will eventually be the first to recover to level five."

Moreover, all my techniques have reached a bottleneck. To improve them further, I need to decipher the ancient texts collected by the Qilin Sword Sect, not to mention…”

Zhao Wuji thought of the situation in the heavens.

Even the Immortal Saint Sect of Zhongzhou issued a prophetic decree.

This resurgence of spiritual energy may truly overturn the ancient order.

But those secrets that are powerful enough to shake the heavens and the earth are only accessible to the most powerful forces in each continent.

The Qilin Sword Sect, which guards the dragon vein of Beiyun Dizhou, is one of them.

At this moment, the jade talisman at his waist suddenly lit up, which was a voice transmission from Peak Master Hua Qingshuang.

"Wuji, return quickly. Recently, there have been faint signs of demon kings from the Zhou Dynasty appearing on the border of the Xuanming Dynasty."

"What's wrong? Is someone in the Wang family spying on us too?" Nan Zhixia gripped her sleeves and approached.

Zhao Wuji frowned, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes. "Indeed, these are turbulent times. Hewai Liezhou, such an unfamiliar place name, yet the demon kings from there have all come to Beiyun Dizhou."

"What!?" Nan Zhixia's expression changed drastically.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhao Wuji flicked his sleeves and said with a faint smile, "It seems that some old monsters are more impatient than expected."

"I'll go back and take a look!"

With the resurgence of spiritual energy, even Golden Core Demon Kings have emerged from remote states beyond the river. Zhao Wuji is quite curious about these Demon Kings.

What kind of brain would think of coming all the way to the Wang family to cause trouble? It's very strange.

If one could hunt down one, the demon king's inner core could be used to refine the Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Pill. Moreover, the demon king's entire body is a treasure, which might help his martial arts cultivation advance to the Golden Core True Form realm.
(End of this chapter)