Immortals of the End Times

The Nascent Soul of a Nascent Soul True Monarch is the condensation of a lifetime of cultivation, making it incomparably powerful.

Even cultivators of the same realm would find it difficult to restrain his nascent soul.

Once someone self-destructs, even a Nascent Soul True Monarch will be severely injured at best, and die or have their cultivation destroyed at worst.

Zhao Wuji was able to suppress the Nascent Soul by combining the Spirit Exorcism Technique with various secret methods; such methods can be described as defying the heavens.

Not to mention being unparalleled in the world, he is probably a rare existence even in the entire cultivation world.

Therefore, Zhao Wuji had long harbored plans regarding this precious nascent soul.

Extract its soul, but retain its power!
He intended to emulate Chu Tianyun's method of integrating his golden core soul into the demon tree using a secret technique, and plant Yang Xiong's pure nascent soul into the demon tree, using his nascent soul cultivation to control the power of the demon tree and refine it into an incarnation.

This demonic tree has already broken through to the late Golden Core stage. If it were to receive further support from a Nascent Soul cultivator, it would undoubtedly become a powerful synergy, causing its power to surge dramatically.

However, this plan is dangerous and must be executed flawlessly.

Zhao Wuji planned to first decipher the Soul-Chasing Technique and the Soul-Seizing Technique.

Then, using these two techniques in conjunction with the exorcism technique, they completely extracted Yang Xiong's soul and consciousness, leaving only his nascent soul cultivation.

Otherwise, if one is not careful, one may end up raising a tiger that will turn on them and devour them.

If this method succeeds, who knows... he might even be able to use this opportunity to unlock the legendary clone technique!

"I have grasped about 70% of these two techniques. To completely decipher them, I still need to work harder on the Spirit Exorcism Technique. Perhaps the Ghost Communication Technique can also be of some help."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, and his hand gestures changed.

A wisp of golden light from the exorcism technique slithered into the sealed insect core like a snake, attempting to seize Yang Xiong's memories and hone his skills in the process.

Inside the insect pill, Yang Xiong's nascent soul and spirit had already withered and were in a state of exhaustion. At this moment, he felt the invasion of the power of magic, but he still resisted stubbornly.

However, moments later, Yang Xiong's imposing demeanor as a Nascent Soul True Monarch vanished, and he pleaded like a defeated dog: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, I am willing to tell you the details of your collusion with demons, the secrets of Xiang Yu's body, and even the cause of Xiang Yu's death. I only ask..."

Zhao Wuji remained indifferent and unmoved.

Once he fully comprehends the techniques of Soul Chasing and Soul Seizing, he can easily seize these secrets.

Why make a deal with this cunning and treacherous scoundrel?
Seeing this, Yang Xiong finally despaired completely and began to curse hysterically: "You brat! You will die a horrible death! I will be a ghost among you!"

Zhao Wuji ignored him and, taking advantage of the moment when his mind collapsed, suddenly unleashed the golden light of the Exorcism Technique, piercing deep into his dantian like a sharp sword!
In an instant, fragments of shattered memories surged forth like a tide.
Bone Demon Lord, Demon Alliance, Northern Cloud Di State
These messages were largely the same as those obtained from Yang Su in the past, except for one particularly striking point: if the plan to break through the Wang family succeeded, and the Bone Demon Lord took control of the Wang family, the Demon Alliance could then march unimpeded into Beiyun Dizhou.

At that time, the Bone Demon Lord, with the help of the Demon Alliance, will join forces with Yang Xiong to fight against the Qilin Sword Sect, jointly study Xiang Yu's true head, and then plot to take his remaining remains.
However, they encountered Zhao Wuji, who stumbled upon their plan. Not only did their attempt to break into the Wang family fail, but the Thirteen Demon Princes also unexpectedly perished, and the entire conspiracy ultimately fell apart.

Not only did Bone Demon Lord and Yang Xiong terminate their cooperation, but they also linked the deaths of the Thirteen Demon Princes to Yang Xiong's incompetence, almost turning them into enemies.

"Ha, he is ultimately a demon, fickle and capricious, nothing more than an accomplice to evil."

As Zhao Wuji chuckled, the fourth Yin Pearl and Yang Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled slightly.

The two sets of tadpole-shaped runes, "Soul Chaser" and "Soul Capture," actually brightened a bit more after this soul-searching process.
"After a few more tries, I should be able to fully comprehend these two techniques."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly. Seeing that Yang Xiong's nascent soul had dimmed somewhat, he immediately let the prisoner rest.

He flipped his hand and put away the Gu worm pill that sealed the Nascent Soul.

With a sway of his body, he stepped into the first Heavenly Pot space.

The current Hutian space has expanded to over 1,100 zhang due to the advancement of the spiritual veins to level four.

Looking out, the surrounding area is shrouded in mist, with mountains and rivers rising and falling, making it even more expansive than before.

just
The medicine boy Xiaoyue and the wine boy Xiaoya were no longer among them.

He had sent the two children to help out at the Heavenly Demon Pavilion and the pharmacy in Zhongzhou more than a year ago.

The Central Plains are a vast and prosperous land, and Er Tong is also collecting new brewing materials and recipes.

"The vast space of the Pot Heaven is much quieter without these two girls."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, stepping into the air, and looked around.

The space within the misty, ethereal realm of the pot was unusually empty and quiet, devoid of the playful sounds of Xiaoyue and Xiaoya.

Although the two boys only possessed the talent of the White Rainbow Spirit, which is not considered top-tier in the cultivation world, they were still stronger than the lowest-ranking talents of Xuanmo and Huangyun, and could barely be considered as below-average choices.

Fortunately, with the revival of spiritual energy and the nourishment of the fourth-level spiritual veins within the Pot Heaven Space, their cultivation levels have also risen accordingly, both reaching the tenth level of Qi Induction, just one step away from the Concentration Realm.

"It's time to prepare two Mind-Concentrating Pills for them."

For Zhao Wuji now, the Mind-Concentrating Pill is no longer a precious item.

In this era of increasingly abundant spiritual energy, helping someone break through to a state of mental focus is as simple as lifting a finger.

But if one wants to cultivate to the Golden Core stage...
That's highly unlikely to be a good solution.

Fortunately, for those with exceptional talent like Zhi Xia and Li Shiyu, the path to the Golden Elixir is just around the corner.

"I should also find them to cultivate together later. My spiritual aptitude needs to be improved as well."

Zhao Wuji lightly flicked his sleeves, his figure rising gracefully and landing atop Mount Ling.

At the summit, Xiang Yu's right arm stood like a giant pillar supporting the sky, with dark gold demonic patterns flowing across its surface, exuding a terrifying and domineering aura as if it were a living thing.

At this moment, the severed part of the right arm fits perfectly with the neck of Xiang Yu's head, which looks rather strange, as if the severed limb has returned to its original body.

The jagged bone spikes intertwined with the furious hair of the true head, creating a terrifying scene reminiscent of a demon god descending to earth.

"boom!!"

The true leader's eyes suddenly flashed with a blinding blood-red light, and Zhao Wuji felt as if lava was surging through the meridians of his right arm.

Eight drops of newly refined Xiang Yu's true blood boiled in his blood vessels, and his entire right arm instantly bulged with muscles.

The dark gold blood patterns emerging from under the skin resonated with Xiang Yu's right arm, and a phantom image appeared.

"burn one's boats!"

A hoarse battle roar rolled from Zhen Shou's throat, and a domineering fist intent exploded in Zhao Wuji's mind.

In a daze, I seemed to see an ancient battlefield, with Xiang Yu's arms reaching for the sky, his fists striking wherever they went.

The force of the fist condensed into a terrifying pillar of energy, causing mountains to crumble and rivers to stop flowing.

This was the very same martial arts killing move that Yang Xiong had used, and it kept replaying in his mind whenever he came to Mount Ling these past few days.

"Come!"

He suddenly activated his true blood, and his right arm tore through the sleeve of his robe with a "rip," with a dark golden phantom spreading from his elbow and condensing into the phantom of a demon god's arm.

Instantly, this resonance caused the index finger of the right arm under the true head opposite to bend slightly.

The entire Pot Heaven space trembled instantly, and the spiritual energy of the spiritual veins surged back like a tidal wave.

“Boom!!”

Xiang Yu struck out with a finger from his right arm.

The wind transformed into a pillar of crimson gold light that shot upwards, easily piercing through the clouds and starlight in the dome.

Where the dazzling beam of light passed, starlight shattered and clouds billowed, as if a blazing gap had been ripped open in the sky.

Just as his finger strike was about to touch the barrier of the Heavenly Pot, Zhao Wuji abruptly withdrew his attack.

The muscles in his right arm bulged and knotted, and the dark gold blood-red veins writhed like living creatures, forcefully suppressing this world-destroying power.

If he didn't stop, he worried that a major earthquake might occur in his first space-time.

"Currently, I can only mobilize the strength of one finger of Xiang Yu's right arm. If I could mobilize the strength of his entire arm..."

Zhao Wuji stared at his right arm, which was covered with dark gold blood patterns, and could feel the powerful force within it.

He immediately made a hand seal and summoned Yang Xiong's right arm.

"Boil the stones to refine the blood, then coagulate!"

The azure flames coiled around his arm like a raging dragon, his flesh sizzling and contracting in the flames, instantly refining into hundreds of drops of brilliant true blood. The blood beads floated like a galaxy falling to earth, touching his palm the moment they touched it.

The blood-red lines on his right arm surged as if a thirsty demon had awakened, the dark gold lines rapidly expanding and frantically devouring the true blood!

"Click! Click! Click!"

The bones crackled and popped like thunder.

The muscles of his entire right arm were even tighter, like intertwined steel bars twisted together, and dark gold marrow surged within the arm bones like boiling magma.

"Such abundant bloodthirsty power!"

Zhao Wuji clenched his fists tightly, causing the air to explode with a piercing sonic boom.

"boom--!!"

With a single punch, the pure physical power of blood and qi burst forth like an angry dragon tearing through the air.

The ground collapsed suddenly a hundred feet away, and the aftershocks of the punch swept across, crushing distant rocks into dust, sending smoke and dust billowing into the sky!

"Om!!"

Suddenly, the phantom of Xiang Yu's right arm appeared on the surface of his right arm, with dark gold demonic patterns writhing like living things.

Zhao Wuji's entire arm seemed to be covered by a layer of demonic armor, radiating a suffocating and domineering pressure.

The Xiang King's true head opposite him suddenly opened his eyes, his scarlet eyes like a blood moon hanging in the sky, and a hint of approval appeared on his ferocious face.

"Roar!!"

The True Head growled, and his right arm, at the severed point on his neck, trembled, and three thick, pillar-like fingers slowly rose.

Zhao Wuji's mind raced.

The right arm then swung, and three fingers cut dark cracks in the air.

"So powerful. It looks like it can easily tear apart my Heavenly Space."

Zhao Wuji's eyes burned as he stared intently at his right arm.

If he were to fight Yang Xiong again at this moment, he would dare to directly confront the Nascent Soul True Power with only this half-finished Martial Immortal Dao right arm and the power of the three fingers of Xiang Yu's right arm!
even
He had a premonition that if he combined the full power of Xiang Yu's true head and right arm, he might be able to shatter the protective true essence of a Nascent Soul cultivator with a single punch!

"The hundreds of drops of Xiang Yu's true blood have greatly advanced my Martial Immortal Dao cultivation. Now, the combat power of the Martial Immortal Dao even surpasses that of the Immortal Dao cultivation."

Zhao Wuji observed the Martial Immortal Dao cultivation level on the surface of the Yin-Yang Pearl with his mind. It had reached the Golden Core True Form Realm (47136/60000), and he was not far from breaking through.

"If we could refine more of Xiang Yu's true blood..."

A wicked thought flashed through Zhao Wuji's mind, and his gaze involuntarily fell on Xiang Yu's true head.

The eyes of that ferocious head surprisingly revealed a hint of clarity and approval, as if silently warning us.

He was jolted awake and immediately suppressed his greed, setting things right.

"Ultimately, it's all thanks to the help of others."

Although Xiang Yu's true blood had been refined into his body and his cultivation had increased dramatically, he ultimately failed to completely transform it into his own.

The martial immortal will contained within that blood is as deep and boundless as the ocean, domineering and unparalleled, not allowing for complete refinement, and is precisely the source of its power.

If this will were forcibly crushed, it could be refined, but the true blood would instantly become mortal, and Xiang Yu's remains would rot into mud, losing all its divine power.

"The five great families have been stealing the ways of others for generations. How could I possibly emulate such lowly corpse-guarding slaves?"

His gaze was deep, fixed on the void.

In the past, he fought for the true head of Xiang Yu in order to gather the remaining parts of his body, explore the secrets of the Nine Heavens, and fight side by side to ascend to the Nine Heavens in the future!

Instead of those who are scheming and opportunistic, only knowing how to exploit the legacy of their predecessors and clinging to the old ways of others.

"Once we gather all the true blood from these bodies, we will return it and fight side by side to ascend to the Ninth Heaven!"

In the blink of an eye, a month of not being able to show off has passed by.

Inside the Pot Heaven space, Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged in the void, his body shrouded in dark soul light.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his fingertips formed hand seals like phantoms.

Strands of golden light from the exorcism technique intertwined before him like snakes, sometimes condensing into ancient seal script patterns.

Since returning to the Qilin Sword Sect, he has spent most of his time in the Pot Heaven and the Tiannan Secret Realm, devoting himself to studying and deciphering the Soul-Chasing and Soul-Seizing Techniques, and attempting to control his Nascent Soul to complete his idea of ​​creating a clone of the Demon Tree.

"clang!"

Suddenly, the sound of a sword piercing the air came from outside, through the open portal of the Pot Heaven, interrupting his meditation.

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, and his divine sense swept out, scanning the area outside the cave.
Sword light rained down on Qingyu Peak, and more than ten swordsmen were fighting among the clouds.

Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, occasionally someone would sheathe their sword and land on the ground, respectfully bowing outside his cave to request an audience, only to be stopped by the sword attendants.

"Here comes again, seeking guidance."

He shook his head and sighed softly.

As the date of the Kyushu First Sword Cultivator Tournament draws ever closer, the sword cultivators of the entire Qilin Sword Sect are becoming more and more excited each day.

Last time, the twelve places agreed upon by the major sword sects were allocated to attend the meeting. In addition to the eight sword disciples, the remaining four places of the Qilin Sword Sect were fiercely contested by many elders and deacons.

These days, sword cultivators come to our door every day.

They might politely ask for advice, or directly demonstrate their skills, hoping that he, the top swordsman, could offer some guidance.

"Your Highness Zhao, my name is Tang Zexin. Please do not hesitate to enlighten me!"

Outside the cave, an elder at the peak of the Concentration Realm bowed deeply while holding his sword, followed by several Concentration Realm deacons.

"I've been focused on comprehending magical techniques lately and have no time for anything else. Elder Tang, please return!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji conjured a soundproof barrier, shutting out the noise.

It wasn't that he was arrogant; he was simply too busy to be in two places at once.

Besides suppressing Yang Xiong's nascent soul and comprehending the Soul-Chasing Technique, there was another matter that forced him to pay attention to.

Senior Uncle Yan Lan!

Two years ago, with the help of Huang Shang and the Penglai Sword Pavilion, this senior master broke through to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, finally meeting Huang Shang's requirements and avoiding severe punishment from that old monster.

In the two years that followed, he successfully found the first of the Nine Tripods of Yu the Great for Huang Shang, which greatly restored the old monster's complexion, as if the use of the tripods to prolong his life had been effective.

"Huang Shang is a strange person."

Zhao Wuji's gaze darkened slightly, and his fingers unconsciously tapped his knee.

Now, Huang Shang has suddenly asked Yan Lan to participate in the Sword Cultivation Conference, and even hinted that he should enter the Ancient Sword Domain.
"Could the second Yu Cauldron be located within the Sword Domain?"

He suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing deep within his double pupils.

If that's true
Recalling the seven supreme jade slips that Chu Tianyun obtained in the Ancient Sword Domain
This ancient sword domain is probably far more complex than he imagined!
"If we could borrow Master Yan's power to find the legendary Yu Cauldron in the Ancient Sword Domain..."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, his mind churning with thoughts.

According to Huang Shang's theory, the Yu Ding is an ancient treasure used by Yu the Great to control the spiritual energy tides, containing the mysteries of heaven and earth.

If one could obtain this cauldron, perhaps one could glimpse the secrets of the Dharma-ending Age where spiritual energy is depleted, unravel the mystery of Huang Chang's longevity, and perhaps even more.
"This cauldron is mysterious and unpredictable. If we can really get our hands on it, it might come in very handy when we try to ascend to the Nine Heavens in the future!"

His fingers clenched slightly, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.

The Nine Heavens are fraught with danger and unpredictability; the Soul-Burning Sun and the Bone-Corroding Gale are not things that can be blocked by ordinary means.

If Yu Ding is truly as miraculous as the rumors suggest, it might become a great help for him to ascend to the heavens.

With this in mind, Zhao Wuji composed himself. He was almost able to decipher the Soul-Chasing Technique and the Soul-Capturing Technique.
(End of this chapter)