Immortals of the End Times

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

Within the First Heavenly Realm, a series of fierce spiritual energy storms suddenly erupted.

Zhao Wuji's body was filled with a bloodthirsty aura that surged like a raging torrent, and his bones cracked like thunder.

The blood-red phantoms, like living creatures, coiled and roamed around him, condensing into a blood-red protective shield three feet around his body.

The blood-red aura sometimes transformed into a ferocious beast head that devoured the void, and sometimes condensed into blood-red scales and countless vines covering the body.

The transitions between offense and defense created gusts of wind.

With a long roar from Zhao Wuji, the immense pressure of the late-stage Golden Core True Form Realm swept across the surroundings, causing waves three zhang high to erupt from the surface of the nearby spiritual spring, and spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the bluestone on the shore from the aftershocks.

He looked inward at his dantian and saw dark gold demonic patterns on the surface of the Blood Fiend Golden Core moving like living snakes.

Each rotation caused the blood-red aura surrounding the body to flicker, vaguely revealing four kinds of fierce patterns: a lion's head, pig's tusks, dragon scales, and locust branches.

Four illusory figures, one true and one false, rotated endlessly.

Driven by it.

The other two golden pills also shone brightly.

As the three dantian resonated, a three-element formation slowly rotated within the dantian, possessing an incredibly profound foundation.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, waves of divine awareness surged like a river.

Although it has not yet transformed into the unique spiritual crystallization of a Nascent Soul cultivator, its vastness already far surpasses that of ordinary Golden Core cultivators.

If we compare the consciousness of a person who has achieved the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir to a river.

At this moment, his consciousness was like a surging river, waiting for quantitative change to trigger qualitative change.

"Finally, one of our Golden Core cultivators has reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm."

Zhao Wuji was thrilled and looked inward at the Yin-Yang Pearl.

However, the surface of the Yin-Yang Pearl shimmered with golden patterns: "Martial Immortal Cultivation: Late Stage of Golden Core True Form Realm (281/90000)"

"The Nine-Turn Yin-Yang Pill refined from the Purple Locust Demon Core is truly extraordinary."

He spread his fingers, feeling the explosive power surging between his muscles and bones.

A muffled thunderous roar erupted from between the bones and muscles, as if an ancient ferocious beast lurked within the flesh and blood.

"His current physical strength likely surpasses that of ordinary level-five magic weapons."

Zhao Wuji had a sudden thought and abruptly made a sword gesture, beckoning.

"choke!!"

The Frostfire Sword slashed down, its edge touching the skin in an instant.

Suddenly, blood-red dragon scales appeared beneath his skin, fine and dense like armor, interspersed with hard lines like a lion's mane.

The sword blade struck, scattering dazzling sparks, leaving only a white mark on the arm, which was instantly repaired by the bloodthirsty energy.

'Whoosh! Whoosh!'

The Blood Fiend Needle Sword transformed into streaks of scarlet afterimages, stabbing towards them with cunning precision.

However, beneath the skin, the blood and evil surged, congealing into a tough texture like the bark of a purple locust tree, and as rough and tough as the thick skin of a bloodthirsty pig.

The needle pierced through, as if striking black iron or refined gold.

Not only did it fail to break through the defense, but it was also shaken so badly that the needle hummed and the bloody aura was swept back!

"it is good!!"

Zhao Wuji was delighted and cheered enthusiastically.

Both of his flying swords are level five magic weapon flying swords.

However, it wouldn't be able to harm his body in the slightest. Even if it were to be stabbed with all its might, it would at most only break through the flesh and cause some superficial wounds.

His physical strength has now surpassed that of demonic beasts of the same realm.

It should be known that the physique of demonic beasts has always been stronger than that of humans, but now it has surpassed that of demonic beasts.

Zhao Wuji slowly raised his right arm.

This right arm, tempered by Xiang Yu's true blood, now appeared even more extraordinary, its muscles beneath the dark gold patterns brimming with powerful and abundant strength.

The power of a single punch should be enough to shatter mountains.

Zhao Wuji suppressed his urge to test the power of his right arm in the First Heavenly Chamber.

His right arm was his trump card, and it could not be used lightly, as it would cause too much damage, enough to destroy the space within the pot.

The spiritual energy storm triggered by his breakthrough was still lingering around him. He suppressed the surging blood-fiend energy around him, then stood up and stepped back into the air to return to the alchemy pavilion.

The young apprentices Xiaoyue and Xiaoya had been startled by the earth-shattering commotion and were now clutching the hem of their clothes, eagerly waiting under the eaves.

Upon seeing Zhao Wuji return, the lingering spiritual pressure emanating from him made both of them feel breathless.

Two pairs of almond-shaped eyes immediately shone like stars, and they bowed and congratulated each other: "Congratulations on your successful breakthrough!"

"Yes! You've probably been through a lot of fright these past few days."

Zhao Wuji glanced at Xiaoyue and Xiaoya, smiled and nodded, then his figure flew down.

These two girls were teleported back from Zhongzhou Market just over a month ago.

Now, after more than three years of cultivation, his Qi Refining Level 10 cultivation has been as solid as a rock.

The spiritual energy outside is currently flourishing, and it is a perfect opportunity for these two girls to break through to the Concentration Realm by keeping up with the times.

With a slight flick of his sleeve, two medicine bottles containing mind-calming pills appeared in his palm.

"These are two Mind Concentration Pills. Your cultivation levels need to be improved as well. Go to the meditation room to break through your current realm. I will protect you."

"This"

Xiao Yue stared at the precious pill, which was enough to ignite a battle between minor sects, her eyes filled with anticipation yet also some hesitation.

The little girl waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "Sir, this is too precious."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a light laugh from Zhao Wuji.

"How much do you look down on me, an adult?"

"This Mind-Concentrating Pill might have been rare ten years ago."

Zhao Wuji shook his head, flicked his finger, and the pill fell into the two people's arms on its own. "Now is an era of abundant spiritual energy. Love Sun Flowers are everywhere, and Xuanbing Dew is readily available. The few rarest spiritual materials for refining this pill can also be cultivated. This pill is nothing special."

Seeing that they were still hesitant, Zhao Wuji smiled slightly and added, "Only after you reach the Concentration Realm will you be able to better cultivate crops, refine pills, brew wine, and tame beasts for me."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Sir, you are too kind to us."

Upon hearing this, the two women accepted the gift with great care and respect.

Suddenly remembering something, Xiao Ya mustered her courage and said, "My lord, after the new wine is brewed, this servant wishes to return to Xuan Kingdom to visit my family."

A glint appeared in her eyes. "Half a year ago, my elder brother wrote to me saying that he now has three sons and thinks of your great kindness in raising him every day. He also wants me to go back and visit them."

"Oh? Ye Wu, the wine seller?"

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, smiling and nodding.

The image of that down-on-his-luck boy, pulling a cart and carrying a wine jar, hawking his wares, vaguely appeared in his mind. After a long pause, he nodded and said, "Granted."

"Sir, I...I also want to go back and take a look."

Xiao Yue's eyes flickered slightly, her voice carrying a hint of anticipation, "I want to see if the old house in the capital is still alright."

Zhao Wuji was taken aback upon hearing this, and his gaze fell on the woman in front of him.

The shy girl with pigtails back then has grown into a beautiful young woman more than a decade later.

Her almond-shaped eyes held a hint of spring, her hair was lightly tied up, and every gesture exuded mature charm.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched the little girl's head as he used to. His sleeve drew a half-arc in the air, but stopped abruptly before touching the tip of her hair.

In the end, he simply smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Xiaoyue stared at the sleeve that had suddenly fallen down, a ripple appearing in her eyes.

"Thank you, sir!"

She gave a slight bow and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

It's as if those youthful feelings have been forever sealed away in the deepest part of my memory.

Two days later.

After the two women successfully broke through to the next realm by taking the Concentration Pill, Zhao Wuji left them in the Pot Heaven Space to consolidate their cultivation.

He then stepped out of the Pot Heaven Space and returned to his sect's cave dwelling.

At this time, there was less than a month left before the opening of the Kyushu First Sword Cultivator Tournament.

The entire sect was ablaze with sword intent, and many disciples traveled in groups, riding their swords through the air, heading in a grand procession to the Central Plains where the sword competition was to be held.

Although the vast majority of people were unable to take the stage for sword fighting, their eagerness to watch the battle remained undiminished.

After all, such a grand event is a once-in-a-millennium occurrence.

Moreover, Zhongzhou has always maintained a very strict blockade against cultivators from other states.

If it weren't for the fact that the gates had slightly opened after the spiritual energy revival, allowing entry only to those with sect tokens and letters of recommendation, ordinary cultivators wouldn't even have the qualification to set foot in Zhongzhou.

Now that everyone has the opportunity to catch a glimpse of the Central Plains, they are naturally eager to be the first to do so.

"Going to Zhongzhou is just like in my previous life. You need a visa to go to different special areas, and it's not easy to get in."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back outside the cave, watching the sword lights streak across the sky like shooting stars, his expression calm.

He has been included in the list of seeded players for the tournament and does not need to participate in the early stages of the competition. He will only make his grand finale appearance.

This was originally a quota and privilege that belonged to Kong Jingxian, but now it has fallen into his hands, while Kong Jingxian has to rush to Zhongzhou in advance to participate in the early sword duels.

Besides him, the other eight major sword sects also each have eight prodigies who enjoy this honor.

Just then, the portal formation trembled slightly.

A sword attendant rushed over to report: "Lord Sword Master, an old friend is requesting an audience outside the mountain gate."

"Oh? An old friend? It's been quite a while since any old friends have visited."

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow slightly, and his divine sense spread out like a tide, instantly capturing Ji Mobai's aura.

"So it was Mo Bai."

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and immediately ordered, "Bring him up."

Outside the mountain gate, Ji Mobai stood upright, his heart filled with unease. The three sword guards before him were as sharp as unsheathed swords, all of them at the Condensation Realm, yet they were merely Zhao Wuji's attendants.

He couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

This former junior brother and cave master, now the number one swordsman of the Heavenly Qilin, has indeed reached a height that is difficult for him to reach.

Over the years, rumors about Zhao Wuji have been rampant: he slew a Golden Core Demon King with his sword and swept away powerful figures in the demonic path.
Every time he heard it, he was both shocked and felt as if he had lived through another world.

Now, having visited their sect in person, I feel an even greater difference, like heaven and earth.

Just as his thoughts were churning, the sword attendant who had been summoned earlier returned, respectfully clasping his hands and saying, "Fellow Daoist Ji, His Highness Sword Prince requests your presence."

Inside the cave, Zhao Wuji looked at Ji Mobai, who had arrived travel-worn, and smiled warmly as he instructed the servants to serve tea: "Mobai, you certainly know how to pick your time. You didn't even send a message before you came."

Seeing that Zhao Wuji was still so easygoing, Ji Mobai's tense nerves relaxed a little, but he still respectfully performed a sword salute: "Master Zhao, it is because of the Nine Provinces Sword Gathering that Master Li specially reminded me to come and pay my respects first, so I have taken the liberty of disturbing you."

He paused for a moment and then explained, "I'm planning to go to Zhongzhou to attend the ceremony, and I'll take the opportunity to admire Jianzi's demeanor."

"Master Li? So that's what Shiyu meant."

Zhao Wuji's heart stirred, and he shook his head with a light laugh: "Mo Bai, why be so polite? Why not stay here for a few days before heading to Zhongzhou?"

Upon hearing this, the four sword servants could not hide their envy.

The fact that His Highness Jianzi personally invited him to stay overnight is enough to show how close and caring this person is. Perhaps he can even receive some guidance from His Highness Jianzi.

Such an opportunity is something ordinary disciples could only dream of.

Unexpectedly, Ji Mobai politely declined, saying, "I am grateful for your kindness, but I really do not wish to trouble you further."

"Hmm," Zhao Wuji said, seeing that his expression didn't seem fake, and that his restrained attitude was ultimately not as casual as before.

With his current level of cultivation, there is indeed a pitifully thick barrier separating him from the people of his hometown.

Even someone as shrewd as Ji Mobai is not immune to the common fate.

He didn't press the matter further, saying, "Fine."

He turned his gaze to the four sword attendants, "You will accompany Mo Bai to Zhongzhou first. I will teleport here on the day of the finals."

"Yes!" "I will obey Sword Master's decree!"

The four sword servants immediately clasped their hands in acceptance, their eyes brimming with excitement.

They were all outstanding disciples of the Sword Sect, selected through multiple rounds of trials to serve as close attendants to the Sword Master, and under Zhao Wuji's guidance, they all comprehended the realm of Sword Qi Thunder Sound.

In the outside world, anyone could be a master swordsman capable of establishing their own grotto-heaven.

However, Zhao Wuji showed no intention of heading to Zhongzhou, so they couldn't leave either. They were naturally eager to go to the Sword Gathering ahead of schedule.

After the four sword servants and Ji Mobai left.

Zhao Wuji's divine sense spread out like a tide, taking in the entire view of the Thirteen Peaks of Qilin and the market town below.

But then, a rainbow appeared in the sky like rain, and a crane spread its wings and pierced through the clouds.

The spiritual energy above the market was so dense that it resembled a second-level spiritual vein.

Spirit boats carrying various colored lights shuttled back and forth, and rogue cultivators thronged the area, creating a magnificent scene of cultivation.

"This is worthy of the grand occasion of the spiritual revival."

He nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. "The First Sword Cultivator Tournament is being held at this very moment."

He looked up at the sky and thought to himself, "The day when the ancient sword domain in the first heaven opens is probably not far off."

Suddenly, he frowned and noticed an unusual fluctuation coming from Yang Xiong's storage bag.

He immediately flicked his sleeve, turned around and entered the cave, activating the formation.

Inside the cave, Zhao Wuji took out a communication talisman filled with demonic energy, looking surprised.

The talisman emitted a ghostly light, revealing that it was the Bone Demon Lord contacting Yang Xiong.

"Bone Demon Lord".

Zhao Wuji's expression darkened slightly, and he immediately stepped into the teleportation array in the backyard.

A flash of blue light.

Others have already appeared in the secret chamber of the Yang family's ancestral home.

With a hand seal, the Transformation Technique was unleashed.

His bones cracked, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into Yang Xiong's appearance, even his aura was exactly the same.

Only then was the communication connected.

"Patriarch Yang!"

A chilling sneer came from the jade talisman, "You've been quite patient, not contacting me for so long. What, are you even planning to abandon the Wang family? Even if you abandon the Wang family, are you going to abandon the Lü family and the other families as well?"

Zhao Wuji's heart stirred slightly, thinking to himself that this old devil still harbored ill intentions towards the Wang family.

He immediately spoke in Yang Xiong's tone, his voice deep and serious: "Demon Lord, it is not that I want to give up, but the Wang family has become a tough nut to crack. It is difficult for me to take them down by myself alone."

The sinister voice of the Bone Demon Lord came from the jade talisman: "Are you referring to the Star River Daoist who possessed the body of my thirteen demon sons?"

Ha. That old thing is nothing to worry about. Now it is an era of spiritual revival, and the world can finally support my cultivation.

"I am about to break through this barrier and will make that galaxy pay for its blood debt!"

He paused, then his tone suddenly turned serious, "I have other important matters to discuss with you today. If this matter succeeds, I can help you personally wipe out the Wang family."

Zhao Wuji was startled, not expecting this demon to emerge from seclusion. He immediately followed up by asking, "May I ask what urgent matter the Demon Lord needs my assistance with?"

"Intercept and kill Zhao Wuji, the number one swordsman of the Qilin Sword Sect!"

The Bone Demon Lord's voice suddenly turned fierce, "This brat has killed my demon prince and one of my generals, and has become a major threat. We must nip him in the bud before he fully matures!"

"Let me... kill myself?"

Zhao Wuji felt absurd and laughable in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. He pretended to hesitate and said, "What brilliant plan does the Demon Lord have? This boy is as cunning as a fox, meticulous in his thinking, ruthless in his methods, and full of tricks. Moreover, he lives deep in the Qilin Sword Sect and never comes out."

Are you suggesting I assist in a direct attack on the Sword Sect? That would be tantamount to suicide! The Qilin Sword Ancestor is still stationed within the sect!

The Bone Demon Lord said sinisterly, "A direct attack on the Sword Sect? You dare to think that? Although I have the ability to do so, it is neither a wise move nor meaningful."

"but."

The demonic energy within the jade talisman surged, emitting a chilling laugh: "That old ghost Jiuyou has contacted us. Half of the nine great demons will make their move at the Sword Cultivation Conference."

"All you need to do is cooperate with me and deliver a thunderous blow to Zhao Wuji, killing him instantly, and that will complete the cooperation."

"What? You're going to make a move during the Kyushu Sword Tournament?"

A storm raged in Zhao Wuji's heart.

The Nine Nether Demon Lord actually intends to unite half of the demons to launch an attack at such a grand gathering!

The Bone Demon Lord's voice suddenly turned fierce: "How about it? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! As long as you agree, after I massacre the Wang family, I will give you a share of the spoils."

Zhao Wuji feigned hesitation, and after a moment said, "I am willing to serve you like a dog or a horse, but..."

He lowered his voice and said jokingly, "I was injured in my previous fight with the Star River Daoist from the Wang family. If the Demon Lord were to bestow upon me the True Blood Body Refining Method..."

"Hehehe"

The Bone Demon Lord's chilling voice came from the jade talisman: "Yang Xiong, you are insatiable! This Demon Blood Body Refining Method is a closely guarded secret of my Demon Palace. How can it be lightly passed on?"

His tone shifted, becoming somewhat seductive: "However, I can bestow upon you a drop of Nine Nether True Demon blood to aid your healing and breakthrough. But..."

"By drinking this blood, you will be condemned to the demonic path, with no turning back for eternity! Hehehe, do you dare to take it?"

"Blood of the True Demon of the Nine Netherworlds?"

Zhao Wuji's heart stirred. After a moment of contemplation, he feigned resolve and said, "I am willing to obtain the demon's blood! However, I would like to ask the Demon Lord, what exactly is this Nine Netherworld?"

"Oh?" The Bone Nether Demon Lord seemed somewhat surprised. "It seems you're determined to become a demon. Not only do you dare to ask for demon blood, but you also dare to inquire about the Nine Netherworlds."

A thought-provoking voice emanated from the jade talisman: "The Nine Netherworlds are the gateway to hell, the place where the turbid energy of heaven and earth converges, and the place where all things fall into depravity."

"Let alone cultivators, even a demon lord who enters will ultimately be like a clay ox sinking into the sea, unable to escape the Nine Nether Abyss!"

As a gust of cold wind howled, a large amount of information about the Nine Netherworlds poured out of the jade talisman and into Zhao Wuji's mind.

Finally, the Bone Demon Lord said in a sinister tone, "The Nine Nether True Demon Blood will be delivered to your Yang family by the eleven demon princes. Remember your promise to me! This time, you absolutely cannot fail again!"

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Demon Lord!"

Zhao Wuji feigned respect on the surface, but his mind was rapidly processing the massive amount of information flooding into his consciousness, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

According to ancient records from the demon realm, the ancient cultivation world once saw a single breath split into three.

The pure energy rises to form the nine heavenly palaces.

The essence and energy condensed to form the nine provinces and the human world.

The turbid air sinks down and transforms into the Nine Nether Hells.

For millions of years, the Nine Netherworlds have borne the turbid energy of heaven and earth, giving birth to countless evil spirits and demons.

"After the collapse of the Celestial Court, the Heavenly Dao order was disrupted, and the Nine Netherworlds could not bear the burden, eventually causing a deep abyss rift to open in the continents beyond the river."

Zhao Wuji suddenly realized, "No wonder demons roamed there and the turbid air was overwhelming; it had become a place for the Nine Netherworlds to release their floodwaters."

Strangely, although the Nine Nether Abyss has become a holy land for demons, no demon dares to enter.

Anyone who dares to trespass is utterly lost, much like the impenetrable Nine Heavens where no one can return.

"Could this be the Dharma-ending Age, a cycle that occurs once every three hundred years or so?"

Zhao Wuji's heart trembled. "Could it be that the collapse of the Celestial Court caused the imbalance of the Heavenly Dao? If so, to end the calamity of the end of Dharma, it is probably necessary to reshape the order of the Heavenly Dao."

He suddenly looked up, his double pupils flashing as if they could pierce through the nine heavens: "What exactly happened to those beings who surpassed the Nascent Soul stage back then?"

Is it a formidable enemy or internal strife within the Celestial Court?

Cut constantly, the rationale is still chaotic.

Zhao Wuji pondered for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he suppressed his many doubts.

The most pressing matter at hand is the Nine Nether Demon Lord's earth-shattering conspiracy to unleash a bloodbath at the Nine Provinces Sword Tournament.

This matter must be reported to Lord Wentian Sword and Elder Wei of the Immortal Saint Sect immediately so that we can take precautions as soon as possible.

"Source of the information?"

He gently stroked the storage bag, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Then tell them it's information about spoils obtained from the relics of the Purple Locust Demon King."

Having made up his mind, he immediately stepped into the teleportation array to return to the Qilin Sword Sect.

He then took out his first sword token.

The Qilin pattern on the surface of the token shimmered with a dazzling golden light.

The First Swordsman's privilege is that he can directly communicate with the Sect Master, Sword Lord Wentian, to send messages or ask for help.

Just as he finished transmitting the secret message, the fourth Yang Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled violently.

It actually unsealed a brand new Earthly Fiend Technique on its own—the Clone Technique!

"Hmm? The clone technique was deciphered so quickly? Could it be that the demon tree's clone has already devoured Yang Xiong's nascent soul?"

Zhao Wuji was pleasantly surprised.

He immediately sheathed his sword token, waved his sleeve, and stepped into the second Heavenly Realm.

The sight before him caused his pupils to shrink slightly.

But in the six hundred-zhang-wide space, nearly half of it was occupied by lush green vines that blocked out the sun.

Some of the branches, entwined with the patterns of purple locust trees, exhaled a misty spiritual energy, and the spiritual pressure they emitted was so great that even he, a late-stage Golden Core True Form Realm cultivator, felt a powerful oppression.

Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat: "Golden Core Perfection!?"

He flashed and swiftly disappeared into the Tiannan Secret Realm along the tree canopy.

A colossal demonic tree, a thousand feet tall, pierced the sky, its canopy disappearing into the second heavenly realm.

In the center of the tree trunk, which was over a hundred feet thick, a weathered face covered with tree veins suddenly appeared.

It bore a striking resemblance to himself, though his appearance was far more grotesque, yet he exuded a suffocating spiritual pressure.

"Whoosh!"

He scanned the depths of the tree's heart with his divine sense.

They discovered that Yang Xiong's nascent soul had transformed into a hazy ball of light, and half of its original essence had been completely devoured.

Once the remaining half is completely devoured, this demonic tree clone will surely break through the Nascent Soul stage.

"This demonic tree clone does possess sufficient power."

He stroked the gnarled purple locust tree trunk, secretly assessing its condition.

The immense demonic power contained in this clone surpasses that of an ordinary human Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage; it is undoubtedly a demonic foundation, incredibly profound.

Only the divine consciousness is inferior to the physical body.

After all, the divine consciousness of the demon tree's clone was merely a manifestation of his divided spirit.

However, now that the inheritance of the clone technique has been unsealed, it will only be a matter of time before this clone is strengthened.

Zhao Wuji suddenly plucked a strand of hair, made a hand seal, took a deep breath, and blew it out—

"call!"

In an instant, a figure exactly like him appeared out of thin air, with the same aura and appearance, which was the illusion created by the clone technique.

This method is similar in principle to the Monkey King's ability to transform himself by blowing his hair.

However, this clone is currently just a phantom, without any physical form, and can only deceive the enemy.

If he is willing to expend more magic power and divine sense, he can also condense a clone with combat power.

Each one can carry a portion of divine consciousness, act independently, whether it's exploring, setting up formations, or even, if some good spiritual materials are added... it can be refined into a unique avatar, just like the demon tree clone before us!

"Now that I have mastered the art of creating clones, it's not impossible for me to fulfill the Bone Demon Lord's request for me to 'commit suicide'..."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The hand seals changed again, and magical power was continuously poured into the demon tree clone to help it refine its nascent soul.

At the same time, he sent out a command.
"Continue downwards!"

The roots of the demon tree clone immediately wriggled like living things, frantically drilling into the depths of the earth, attempting to penetrate the array barrier of the Tiannan Secret Realm and reach the earth's core.

The array formations in this Tiannan Secret Realm are only stronger in the nine heavens set up in the sky; the array formations underground are much weaker.

Since the Nine Netherworlds are located beneath the abyss, if this demon tree avatar continues to grow, one day its roots may indeed reach the Nine Netherworlds and help him discover its secrets!

"The so-called 'Nine Nether True Demon Blood' is something the main body should not easily try, but if it's this demon tree avatar..."

A glint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he had already made up his mind.
(End of this chapter)