Immortals of the End Times

"Yan Haoyang, Sect Master of the Immortal Martial Sect"

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back in front of the teleportation array in the backyard of the cave, his eyes flashing slightly. "This person cannot be moved for the time being, but if we use Yang Xiong's identity to trick him, perhaps it will have a surprising effect."

He had already made up his mind: "By using Yang Xiong's identity to maneuver around the Immortal Martial Sect, if I can re-establish contact with the Bone Nether Demon Lord and feign compliance, I might be able to kill two birds with one stone and eventually bring both of these major enemies into my trap and kill them."

"but."

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly. "To deceive these old foxes, one must possess genuine Nascent Soul spiritual power."

Thinking of this, he suddenly shook his sleeve.

The second Heavenly Space suddenly appeared in his sleeve. The moment the portal opened, the spiritual power of the demonic tree within the Southern Heavenly Secret Realm surged forth like a tide.

In an instant, a demonic wind rose throughout the backyard of the cave. The pressure of the late-stage Golden Core cultivator mixed with the eerie demonic aura caused ripples to appear on the array patterns on the ground.

Suddenly, the spiritual power changed abruptly.

A vast and unfathomable pressure from a Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly erupted, causing the defensive formations of the cave to flicker unpredictably.

This is precisely the terrifying aura emanating from the nascent soul within the tree's heart.

"The Nascent Soul and the Demon Tree have not yet merged, and these two spiritual powers are constantly alternating, which is troublesome. However, if I seize the opportunity properly, it should be enough to deceive the enemy."

Zhao Wuji nodded in satisfaction and stepped into the formation.

As he made a hand seal, the ancient spirit stones embedded around him lit up one after another.

Since acquiring Yang Xiong's storage bag and the Yang family's property, he has become quite wealthy.

Nowadays, the formations used are all low-grade spirit stones that can be reused, unlike source crystals which need to be replenished every time they are teleported.

At this moment, inside the Yang family's secret territory, the newly appointed family head, Yang Sujing, stood outside the teleportation array with a solemn expression.

The array patterns suddenly lit up, the azure light rippling like water, and a figure stepped out.

"Lord!"

Upon seeing Zhao Wuji appear, Yang Su immediately knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully.

"Ok!"

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly. As soon as he appeared, he suddenly made a hand seal, and spiritual light flowed around his body.

With the use of the Disguise Technique, his facial bones cracked and popped, his body quickly became sturdy and robust, his beard and hair turned gray in an instant, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were exactly the same as Yang Xiong's.

Then, the guiding technique was activated.

His spiritual power receded like a receding tide, releasing only a faint, almost imperceptible pressure.

With his current mastery of the Disguise Technique, combined with the devoured memories of Yang Xiong's soul and the nascent soul aura remaining in the demon tree clone, he can transform into Yang Xiong without needing any hair or blood.

Even if Yang Xiong were to be resurrected and come in person at this moment, it would be difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

“F-Father?!”

Yang Su's pupils contracted sharply, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to kneel down.

The sinister look between Zhao Wuji's brows, the cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and even the unique majesty of a Nascent Soul True Monarch were exactly the same as Yang Xiong in his memory.

"My son, get up!"

Zhao Wuji waved his sleeve lightly and said calmly, "Where is Yan Haoyang, the sect leader of the Immortal Martial Sect?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, his voice as resounding as metal.

Yang Su hurriedly stood up, forcing himself to remain calm, and said, "He's inside the reception hall. This person insists on seeing you; otherwise, he won't leave."

"Hmph! Then I shall go and see him."

Zhao Wuji's sleeves billowed, his purplish-black robes fluttering even without wind, and with one step he became a blur.

Yan Haoyang, dressed in a crimson robe, sat upright in the reception hall, the teacup in his hand steaming, yet he did not drink a drop.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of wind breaking outside the hall. He looked up abruptly and saw "Yang Xiong" step in with his hands behind his back. His purple-black robes fluttered without wind, and his Nascent Soul aura was as overwhelming as a mountain.

"Sect Leader Yan, you certainly have quite the airs!" Zhao Wuji, disguised as Yang Xiong, sneered, his eyes flashing with a cold light. "Do you really think I'm easy to bully because I'm injured?"

"How dare you!"

Yan Haoyang was startled and quickly stood up and bowed deeply: "Senior Yang, please calm down! This junior was only concerned about your injuries and whether they have been healed by the thousand-year-old Xuanqing bamboo given to me by our sect. How dare I be presumptuous?"

He glanced at the other person's chest and abdomen out of the corner of his eye and found nothing amiss. Even the spiritual power emanating from the other person was weak and imperceptible, as if it was intentionally concealed. He couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"I've also heard some rumors that you fought with Wang Xinghe Daoist more than a month ago."

Yan Haoyang tentatively asked, his fingers secretly forming a hand seal in his sleeve, using the secret technique of the Immortal Martial Sect to investigate.

"Hmph! Are you testing me?"

Zhao Wuji flicked his sleeve, and his right arm faintly emitted domineering dark gold patterns. "That old bastard was reborn by borrowing the body of the Thirteen Demon Princes, but he is only prolonging his life. However, he does have some tricks up his sleeve. I have just recovered from my injuries, so I did not entangle myself with him for too long."

"What? Sect Leader Yan, are you hoping for my demise so you can seize my Yang family's legacy for your Immortal Martial Sect?"

Before he finished speaking, the portal to the second Heavenly Realm in his sleeve quietly opened, and the demon tree clone within the Southern Heavenly Secret Realm immediately released a powerful Nascent Soul spiritual might.

Instantly, the floor tiles of the entire hall cracked, as Zhao Wuji's deliberately released Nascent Soul spiritual power caused the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to go berserk.

Yan Haoyang suddenly felt his breath catch in his throat, and his True Insight Technique was forcefully shattered by this violent spiritual pressure.

He staggered back three steps, and the jade pendant at his waist shattered with a "crack." The overwhelming pressure of the Nascent Soul instantly suppressed all his questions in his heart.

Yan Haoyang immediately smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "Senior Yang, you flatter me. How could I dare to question the majesty of the True Lord? It's just that the Wang family..."

He changed the subject and tentatively asked, "I wonder how Senior plans to cooperate with my Immortal Martial Sect next?"

Zhao Wuji, disguised as Yang Xiong, paced back and forth, his purple-black robe swaying with each step. He said in a low voice, "Now that the Wang family has Xinghe Daoist in charge, that old bastard, although he is only a remnant of the spirit, still retains the methods of the Nascent Soul stage, making him extremely difficult to deal with."

"Furthermore, after this encounter, the Wang family will undoubtedly be on high alert."

He suddenly stopped, his eyes turning cold. "What's even more troublesome is Hua Qingshuang. If this woman seizes the opportunity to break through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm and then takes control of Xiang Yu's true head, even if your Immortal Martial Sect's Supreme Ancestor comes in person, he may not be able to gain any advantage."

Yan Haoyang's face immediately turned ashen, his knuckles clenching until they turned white: "Are we just going to let it go like this? The thousand-year-old Xuanqing Bamboo that Senior consumed is a treasure that our Immortal Martial Sect has kept for three hundred years!"

He used his hidden True Insight Technique to scan the other's chest and abdomen again, but it was still blocked by the faint spiritual power of the Nascent Soul.

"No hurries?"

Zhao Wuji uttered a low growl, then suddenly sneered, "The Wang family is a tough nut to crack; we'll have to gnaw on it slowly. However..."

He abruptly changed the subject, "My purpose this time was to test their strength and clarify some risks, but it has unfortunately aggravated my old injuries. If the Immortal Martial Sect is willing to donate another thousand-year-old Xuanqing Bamboo, or other resources..."

"You jest, senior. That's absolutely impossible!"

Yan Haoyang resolutely turned away, cursing inwardly at the old fox for using his injury to extort money.

He suppressed his anger and suddenly lowered his voice, saying, "If the matter with the Wang family fails, when will you be willing to act as a go-between for the matter of conspiring with the Bone Demon Lord to refine the body with the True Blood of Demons?"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

This was a secret that had never been uncovered even from Yang Su!

The collaboration between the Yang family and the Immortal Martial Sect has this unexpected side.

He immediately feigned a moment of contemplation: "This matter requires careful consideration. That scoundrel Gu Ming is fickle; last time, because of the death of the Thirteen Demon Princes, he almost broke ties with me."

A hint of anxiety flashed in Yan Haoyang's eyes. Just as he was about to speak again, he suddenly saw the demonic patterns on "Yang Xiong's" right arm glow brightly, and the entire floor of the hall trembled.

He hurriedly took three steps back, only to see that the other party had already transformed into a purple-black escape light and dashed out of the hall, leaving only a chilling echo: "Let's wait until my injuries have healed before we discuss this! If your Immortal Martial Sect can provide some precious resources, my recovery will be even faster!"

"That old fox!!"

Yan Haoyang gritted his teeth, knowing that this old fox had stood him up this time.

It now seems that Yang Xiong has no intention of making any plans until his injuries are fully healed, which will further delay the process.

However, it's impossible for him to continue increasing investment without gaining any benefits for his Immortal Martial Sect.

"This time, we have successfully delayed the Immortal Martial Sect for a while."

After returning to his ancestral home, Zhao Wuji transformed into his own appearance and chuckled softly.

Not long after, Yang Su returned.

Zhao Wuji looked up at Yang Su and said calmly, "Yan Haoyang has already left?"

Yang Su bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Sect Leader Yan has already departed."

"Um"

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, his expression calm. His gaze fell on Yang Su, and he said indifferently, "Are the Yang family resources that I asked you to organize all ready now?"

"Reporting to the Lord, everything has been arranged as you instructed."

Yang Su looked respectful and took out two storage bags from his sleeves, handing them over and saying, "These are three pieces of spiritual materials of level four or above selected from the family treasury."

There were also a thousand low-grade spirit stones and over a thousand ancient books, all properly categorized.

"good."

Zhao Wuji gave a light compliment, then with a flick of his sleeve, he put the two storage bags into his pocket.

After scanning with his divine sense and confirming that everything was correct, he waved his hand, signaling Yang Su to step down.

Now, the two great golden core cultivators of the Yang family—Yang Su and Yang Peng—are both under his control.

In addition, his ability to disguise himself had reached a state of perfection.

If he so desired, he could transform into Yang Xiong at any time, take control of the entire Yang family, and become the patriarch.

This once dominant power is now entirely at his command, with resources at his fingertips, and the conditions are naturally much more favorable than before.

Unfortunately, Yang Xiong had almost exhausted the top-tier resources accumulated by the Yang family in his efforts to break through to the Nascent Soul stage as quickly as possible.

Later, he was injured during his tribulation and spent a lot of money again to treat his injuries.

The Yang family now has very few top-tier resources left.

The four-level spiritual materials presented earlier were only three pieces, and all of them were for refining weapons, so they were of little use to his cultivation improvement.

However, the spirit stones and ancient books were plentiful enough, making it a considerable gain.

"These magical treasures left behind by Yang Xiong are quite interesting."

Zhao Wuji raised his hand and summoned three magical treasures that immediately floated in front of him.

A precious spear, gleaming with spiritual light, was revealed in all its glory. Dark patterns on the spear shaft resembled dragons and snakes, exuding a fierce and murderous aura. It was clearly a level five magic weapon, and its value was considerable.

The other two were much less impressive.

A protective mirror covered in cracks, its spiritual patterns broken, its spiritual power greatly diminished.

One ancient bell was in a terrible state, its body covered with spiderweb-like cracks, almost half destroyed.

Unfortunately, both the breastplate and the ancient clock have been destroyed.

Zhao Wuji shook his head slightly.

Although a level four magic weapon is not as precious as a level five one, the spirit stones required for its repair would probably be astronomical.

"That's it!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the protective mirror and the ancient bell instantly transformed into two streams of light, disappearing into the First Heavenly Chamber.

It was devoured by hundreds of Blood King Gu and Dragon Scale Gu worms, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into nourishment for the Gu worms.

As for the precious spear, he did not deal with it.

This item is Yang Xiong's natal magic weapon, symbolizing his identity.

Once the demon tree's clones are fully formed, they can be used to deceive others.

Then, he took out Yang Xiong's storage bag and scanned it with his divine sense.

Besides several hundred mid-grade spirit stones, the bag contained only a few jade slips.

One of them records Xiang Yu's martial arts prowess in breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats.

The other few were ordinary spells, which were of little value to him at the moment.

However, a jade talisman emanating a faint demonic aura caught his attention.

"This should be the communication jade talisman that Yang Xiong used to contact the Bone Nether Demon Lord." Zhao Wuji stroked the jade talisman with his fingertips, pondered for a moment, and did not rush to activate it.

The time is not right yet; contacting the Bone Demon Lord rashly would only alert him.

The Bone Nether Demon Lord is said to be an old demon giant in the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

In the Dharma-ending Age, this fiend cultivated the bizarre demonic art of 'Nine-Nine Returning to the Heart Demon,' which split his nascent soul and primordial spirit into nine parts, pouring them into nine demonic avatars.

He severed his cultivation in this way, forcibly falling from the late Nascent Soul stage to the Golden Core stage, and hibernating deep within the Nine Netherworlds, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

Only recently, with the revival of spiritual energy and the great changes in the world, did this old demon use the power of the 'Nine-Nine Returning Heart Demon' to reassemble his demonic body and restore his Nascent Soul cultivation.

Unfortunately, he was ultimately severely weakened and could not return to his former peak of late-stage Nascent Soul, remaining only at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul.

Even so, this old demon's demonic arts were still unfathomable, far beyond what ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators could possess.

"It's best to do more preparation."

Zhao Wuji's eyes were deep and unfathomable. "Dealing with such a long-established demon is fraught with peril; the slightest misstep could lead to utter destruction. It would be best to contact him again later!"

He put away his storage bag, then used the Yang family's spiritual vein for free, absorbing the spiritual energy of the fifth-level spiritual vein for more than ten days before returning to the Qilin Sword Sect through the teleportation array.

Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

The Demon Alliance's power spread like wildfire, growing increasingly rampant.

Many powerful forces have even been secretly bewitched by the demons and have quietly joined the demon alliance.

Although the Immortal Saint Sect ordered the eight top sects to jointly exterminate the demon, only three sects, namely the Qilin Sword Sect and the Tianjing Sect, responded.

Although they successfully recovered the lost territory of Xirong Xuezhou, they were never able to shake the foundation of the Demon Alliance.

The reason for this is that this battle has not yet reached the level of Nascent Soul True Monarchs, and even Golden Core cultivators rarely participate.

Those top sects that are unwilling to contribute have their own considerations:

Firstly, the Demon Alliance had not yet invaded their continent and had not caused any substantial losses.

Secondly, the millennia-long struggle between good and evil has long been a familiar occurrence for the ancestors of these established forces.

In their eyes, no matter how fierce the competition is right now, it's just a matter of giving up some resources.

After all, these sects have monopolized resources for a long time in the Dharma-ending Age, so giving up a little now wouldn't be a big deal.

Three hundred years from now, when the spiritual energy is depleted again, these demons will eventually retreat to the dark and malevolent lands of the Hewai Liezhou to eke out a living.

After all, apart from the Yin Sha environment of Hewai Liezhou, where the Qi veins are scattered and connected to the Nine Netherworlds, these demons would find it extremely difficult to survive in the spiritless environment of the Dharma-ending Age.

"Fighting and killing only increase casualties."

An older cultivator shook his head and sighed, "If we risk our lives for this, wouldn't it be a waste to have survived the end of the Dharma? After more than three hundred years, when the spiritual energy is exhausted, the world's structure will remain the same."

This idea has gradually become a consensus among the major sects.

Only in continents that have been severely invaded will top sects step in to curb the arrogance of the Demon Alliance, preventing widespread death and destruction of the cultivation environment, thus creating a balance of power.

In this way, although the Demon Alliance was besieged by several top sects, it remained at ease.

"The Demon Alliance is no simple matter."

Inside the main hall of Qilin Peak, the First Elder Fang Lingchu said with a solemn expression, "The energy veins of the states beyond the river extend into the depths of the Nine Netherworld, which means that unlike our eight states, there is no unified top sect to govern there."

He paused, then took out a jade slip gleaming with a faint light from his sleeve: "But the nine energy channels of varying sizes that have dispersed into the Nine Netherworlds are controlled by nine major demonic forces. Among them, the Demon Palace of the Bone Nether Demon Lord is only ranked third."

"The strongest is the Nine Nether Sect!"

Fang Lingchu's gaze was sharp as he stared directly at Zhao Wuji: "Your Highness has killed thirteen demon princes. Given the vengeful nature of the Bone Nether Demon Lord, he will certainly not let this go."

"However," he changed the subject, revealing a hint of relief, "the Demon Alliance is currently preoccupied with its own problems. As long as Your Highness doesn't venture too far into their territory, I doubt that old demon would dare to cause trouble for my Qilin Sword Sect and the other sects!"

In my opinion

Fang Lingchu tucked the list of demon-slaying registrants into his sleeve. "Your Highness would be better off focusing on preparing for the Sword Cultivator Tournament in a few months."

"Elder, you are mistaken!"

Zhao shook his head upon hearing this, feigning righteous indignation, and said, "Slaying demons and eliminating evil is the aspiration of us sword cultivators. As the number one swordsman, I naturally have the duty to do so."

"Give me the roster! As long as I keep a low profile, even the Bone Demon Lord will have a hard time finding me."

He thought to himself, "I've almost lost interest in cultivation lately."

Furthermore, news had already come from their beastly friends that they had infiltrated the demon alliance and were ready to make their move.

If he hadn't used the Demon King's demon core to refine the Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Pill, it would have been very difficult for him to break through to the late Golden Core stage of Martial Immortal Dao before entering the Ancient Sword Domain.

Therefore, the sect's demon-slaying missions should still be carried out together; we cannot throw the baby out with the bathwater.

Bone Demon Lord is powerful, but it's also very difficult to catch him, given his numerous escape and survival techniques.

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly as he pondered, "At my current cultivation speed, even if my spiritual aptitude improves by another ten percent, it will still take at least twelve years of arduous cultivation to break through to the late Golden Core stage."

As for the Martial Immortal Path, without sufficient resources, its progress will be similar, or even slower.

He lightly smoothed his sleeves: "Fortunately, we are currently experiencing a resurgence of spiritual energy, and we also have the assistance of a level-five spiritual vein; otherwise..."

"Ugh!"

Seeing Zhao Wuji's resolute attitude, Fang Lingchu could only sigh and take out the list of demon-slaying registrants again, handing it over: "Since Your Highness has made up your mind, this old man will not say any more. However, please be careful in your actions."

He knew the mindset of a sword cultivator well; once the sword mind was clear, it was like a drawn sword, and there was no turning back.

"Oh, right." Fang Lingchu suddenly remembered something and took out a bright white jade slip from his sleeve. "The list of Nascent Soul cultivators that Your Highness asked me to collect has been compiled by this old man."

The lives, deeds, and final whereabouts of cultivators who are suspected of breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm over the past six thousand years are all recorded here.

As for information from ten thousand years ago, most of it is either missing or based on hearsay, so I haven't compiled any statistics.

"So good!"

Zhao Wuji said happily, raising his hand in a bow, "Thank you for your trouble, Elder!"

He solemnly accepted the jade slip, then rose to take his leave.

Fang Lingchu watched the figure in the purple-gold sword robe disappear into the distance, and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

"This first swordsman is quite ambitious. He has already begun to inquire about the matter of the Nascent Soul Dao Lord. Could it be that he truly harbors the intention of proving himself as a Nascent Soul Dao Lord?"

He stroked his long beard, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Even with Zhao Wuji's unparalleled talent, achieving the Divine Transformation Realm in this degenerate age is almost a pipe dream.

"The more exceptionally talented and ambitious a person is, the more proactive they are, but often the more tragic their end is."

Fang Lingchu muttered to himself, but he couldn't possibly try to dissuade him. To do so would be to hinder someone from achieving enlightenment, which would lead to his death. The only options were to ignore it or facilitate it.

A hint of confusion flickered in his cloudy eyes.

What is the true meaning of the path of spiritual practice?
If one stops and concentrates, one will only live for two hundred years, and will not even live to see the end of the Dharma era before turning into dust.

However, if one breaks through to the Golden Core or Nascent Soul stage, although one may enjoy a lifespan of five hundred or even a thousand years, one will have to struggle bitterly in the Dharma-ending Age, facing nine deaths and one life.

"Since the legendary collapse of the Celestial Court ten thousand years ago, the essence of cultivation in this world of declining Dharma has long since changed."

Fang Lingchu looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

Little did they know that the First Swordsman's ambitions were far grander than those of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

What he wants to unravel is the fundamental mystery of this Dharma-ending Age!
It is a profound truth of heaven and earth that many Nascent Soul Dao Lords may not have been able to comprehend over thousands of years, and the secret behind the Nine Heavens.

The ancient books he sought were precisely for the purpose of investigating.

The true identity of the founder of the Tiannan Secret Realm.

"Grand Ancestor Juque"
Active period: 6,000 years ago

Characteristics: He carries the "Giant Sword", and it is said that he once split the Yellow River with a single sword. He was later seriously injured in a great battle with Yinglong.

Whereabouts: Suspected to have died from severe injuries

Suspicion: There are rumors that he flew up to the Ninth Heaven and disappeared without a trace.

Yu Xiaozi

Active period: 5,000 years ago

Features: He created the 'Nine Heavens Thunder Technique', using thunder tribulations to refine his body. Legend has it that he once guided Zhang Daoling of the Celestial Masters sect in a dream across lifetimes.

Whereabouts: Last appeared at the 'Nine Heavens Tribulation' in the Southern Wilderness, disappeared after a dragon's roar was heard in the tribulation clouds.

【Qilin Sword Sect】

Qilinzi

Active period: 2,800 years ago

Characteristics: Wields the 'Qilin Sword', and is rumored to have once severed the head of an extraterrestrial demon and founded the Qilin Sword Sect.

Whereabouts: The sword mark was left on the cliff of the sect's 'Qilin Sword Valley Sword Inquiry Cliff,' and the original sword is suspected to have escaped into the ancient sword domain and disappeared since then.

"Our sect's ancestor."

Inside the cave, Zhao Wuji browsed through the numerous pieces of information about the Nascent Soul Dao Lord contained in the jade slip, and his expression shifted.

"Wielding the Qilin Sword, slaying extraterrestrial demons? What are extraterrestrial demons? Could there truly be extraterrestrial realms?"

He was also unsure whether the recorded information was true or false, after all, many of these rumors from thousands of years ago are just boasts and fabrications.

"Since there are sword marks left in the sect, I can take a look when I have time. As the First Sword Disciple, I should be able to examine them, right?"

Zhao Wuji continued browsing; most of the information about other Nascent Soul cultivators recorded in the jade slip was already known to him.

For example, there was the former "Buddha Kingdom True Venerable" of Xirong Xuezhou, the founder of the Immortal Saint Sect "Shuiyunzi", and the "Tianjing Venerable" of the Tianjing Sect.

There are many other famous figures in history who were also suspected of having the cultivation level of a Nascent Soul cultivator, but in the end, they all disappeared or perished, and none of them are still alive and can be found.

Finally, Fang Lingchu added a note: "In this degenerate age, even those with extraordinary cultivation find it difficult to find the path to enlightenment. Throughout history, those who have reached the Nascent Soul stage have all been like fleeting flowers, ultimately returning to dust."

People all say that cultivating immortality is good, but they don't know that the path to immortality has long been cut off.

Those who can cultivate to the level of Concentration of Spirit and Golden Core are already extremely fortunate, and can enjoy two to five hundred years of carefree life.

Fortunately, in this world, only one in ten thousand can reach the threshold of the Golden Core stage, which can be considered a truly exhilarating experience in the world of cultivation.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Wuji sighed inwardly, realizing that Fang Lingchu's words made sense.

If one cultivates to the Condensation Realm or even the Golden Core Realm in the Qilin Sword Sect, wouldn't one be able to directly gain two to five hundred years of carefree life?

Even when the end of the Dharma era arrives, the Qilin Sword Sect, by guarding its Qi channels and allowing its fifth-level spiritual veins to degenerate into fourth-level spiritual veins, can still ensure that Golden Core True Monarchs do not perish. It can indeed be considered carefree.

But he was unwilling to accept this fate, unwilling to be crushed into dust by the calamities of the end times even after embarking on the path to immortality, and dared not make any further progress.

"I possess the Nine Yin Nine Yang Pearls, and I have also obtained the Tiannan Secret Realm and the remains of King Xiang. I already have more opportunities than others, so I must figure all of this out instead of sitting and waiting for death."

Zhao Wuji thought to himself.

However, after browsing through all this, he still couldn't determine who the Nascent Soul cultivator who created the Tiannan Secret Realm was.

One thing is certain: most cultivators who reach the Nascent Soul stage are ultimately unwilling to be confined to this world and resolutely ascend to the Nine Heavens, disappearing without a trace.

"That's all."

He clenched his fist, and the jade, simplified into a stream of light, disappeared into his sleeve.

With a flick of his wrist, a scroll of demon-slaying names, glowing with blood, was unfurled. The names of the demons on it moved like tadpoles, exuding a chilling aura.

If you can't figure it out, if your thoughts are blocked, then go and kill a few demons to clear your mind and improve your martial arts cultivation.

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept across the list of demon slayers, his fingertip finally settling on a line of blood-red characters.

"Ji Zihuai, the Hall Master of the Demon Alliance, is a mid-stage Golden Core Demon King. He is a spirit of the Purple Locust Tree and possesses profound cultivation."

A slight smile played on his lips, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"Xiaoyu and Xiongba are currently lurking in Huai Ren Hall... This Ji Zihuai is quite suitable; we can use her demon core to refine pills, and her demon body might even be able to feed the demon tree clone."

(End of this chapter)