Immortals of the End Times

"Ah! The Demon Roc Ancestor will not let you go!!"

A long, drawn-out scream of agony echoed from within the Blood Feather Demon King's demon core in the valley.

"Noisy!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned cold, and he gripped his hand tightly.

"Soul extraction!"

The Blood Feather Demon King's soul, which had been struggling within the demon core, was immediately extracted and swallowed whole by Zhao Wuji, amidst the horrified gaze of the demonic bird beside him.

"If your Demon Roc Ancestor has any objections, he can come to me in person! You can die in peace now."

After devouring the Blood Feather Demon King's soul, more memories related to the Demon Alliance flooded his mind.

Zhao Wuji felt his divine soul power gradually increasing, and he also knew it.

That Demon Roc Ancestor was a Nascent Soul cultivator who broke through to the mid-stage of the Nine Provinces First Sword Cultivator Tournament five years ago. In terms of cultivation and strength, he was even above the Bone Nether Demon Lord.

This demonic roc is incredibly fast and claims to be a descendant of the ancient, towering roc, possessing powerful bloodline and supernatural abilities.

Therefore, they possess extraordinary combat strength and are also first-rate at escaping.

Therefore, among the nine major forces of demons, the Demon Roc Sect has always ranked second.

However, Zhao Wuji was not afraid. With his current methods, even without considering powerful weapons like Xiang Yu's head and right arm, he was capable of much more.

Even his demon tree clone, which was about to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, was enough to allow him to easily escape when facing a Nascent Soul demon like the Demon Peng Ancestor.

Since the other side couldn't do anything to him, they couldn't stop him from hunting down his demon soldiers and generals.

"go!"

Zhao Wuji flew onto the back of the demonic bird, his gaze sweeping over the faintly visible remains of the demonic beast in the canyon below.

Even the ground was crystallized and carbonized by the light burst, and much of the vegetation had already evaporated and disappeared.

The destructive power displayed in the later stages of the Golden Core realm is already extremely astonishing.

"I wonder how Little Jade Fox and Xiong Ba are doing in the Demon Alliance these days?"

Zhao Wuji withdrew his gaze, rode the demonic bird, and soon returned to Beiyun Dizhou from the border of Tianmeng Prefecture.

He then put away the demonic bird, summoned clouds and mist, and soon arrived at the Wang family's Tyrant Dragon Mountain.

The mountaintop was shrouded in mist.

Upon receiving the message, Hua Qingshuang was already standing quietly at the edge of the cliff, dressed in a moon-colored robe.

Her cool gaze seemed to sense something as she looked up at the sky.

As she saw a white cloud descend from the sky, the corners of her lips lifted slightly, and a hint of gentleness appeared in her star-like eyes.

"Wuji, was your journey successful?"

Zhao Wuji landed gracefully, his sleeves lightly brushing away the clouds and mist. He smiled and bowed, saying, "I have obtained the six Sun Essence Crystals. Burning Valley is still giving me face."

With a flick of his wrist, a crimson crystal floated in his palm, and the blazing energy of the sun rose up, making the surrounding spiritual mist glow like a rosy cloud.

"Unfortunately, all five hundred mid-grade spirit stones have been used up."

“Spirit stones can be earned back, but these solar essence crystals are extremely rare treasures that are very difficult to cultivate. The Burning Valley produces only a handful each year.”

Hua Qingshuang's eyes flickered slightly. She gently raised her slender hand, a wisp of moonlight swirling around her fingertips, and held up the crimson crystal to examine it closely.

The blazing sun illuminated her cool and aloof face, adding a touch of rosy hue to it.

A moment later, she pushed the crystal back into Zhao Wuji's palm with her fingertip, her expression indifferent, clearly not caring about the loss of the five hundred mid-grade spirit stones.

"Thank you, Peak Master." Zhao Wuji smiled and cupped his hands, a hint of warmth flashing in his eyes.

Over the years, whatever he needed, the Peak Master has always done his best to help him without hesitation.

Of the 500 mid-grade spirit stones, 300 came from the Yang family, and the remaining 200 came from the Wang family's treasury.

That's the output of a level-five spiritual vein in two months, comparable to two thousand ancient spirit stones.

Although the spiritual vein can continuously mine spiritual stones, one cannot exhaust its resources if one wants to advance to the sixth level.

The Wang family mines resources monthly, controlling the amount precisely to meet their cultivation needs without damaging the spiritual veins' foundation.

"Do we really need to be so polite between us?"

Hua Qingshuang gently waved her hand, and a rare, exquisite smile appeared on her cool and aloof face.

As the two were talking, they suddenly heard footsteps coming from the side hall.

But then they saw Xinghe Daoist, dressed in a gray robe, holding an ancient jade box in his hand, slowly walking over and stopping at the door.

"Fellow Daoist Tiannan, I hope I haven't disturbed you two with my visit?"

Zhao Wuji tilted his head and smiled faintly, "Since you're already here, it doesn't matter if you've disturbed us."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Xinghe smiled awkwardly, "I came here as soon as I heard your message, to fulfill my promise from the past."

I have retrieved half of the treasures stored in the Mysterious Heaven Treasury. Please take a look, fellow Daoist.

With a light tap of his fingertip, the jade box opened, and as the light shone, several treasures flew out one by one.

But then they saw a withered vine, its trunk shriveled like a dead branch, yet its surface revealed mysterious patterns, as if a faint vitality was hidden within.

Xinghe Daoren explained, "This vine is a remnant of the 'Mysterious Spirit Immortal Vine,' a secret treasure of my Xuantian Sect. It was obtained from an ancient relic in the past."

Fellow Daoist is skilled in medicine and cultivation. If this vine can be successfully cultivated, its fruit can help cultivators break through the bottleneck of Golden Core perfection, and may even be beneficial for condensing the Nascent Soul.

"Oh?"

Zhao Wuji was moved, his double pupils flashing as he observed the immortal vine and could see that it was extraordinary.

Although it has withered, if planted next to the demon tree's clone, it can be revived by being nourished by its abundant wood energy and by using medical techniques to accelerate the ripening of spiritual herbs and plants.

"There is also this sixth-grade spiritual material, the White Jade Chaos Stone, which is also a secret treasure of my Xuantian Sect. It is an excellent spiritual material for refining magic weapons and can amplify the spiritual power of magic weapons several times over."

Xinghe Daoren pointed to a pure white stone.

However, it was observed that the stone contained a chaotic aura, and although it had been worn down by the passage of time, it was still full of spiritual energy.

"In addition, this volume of 'Xuantian Array Explanation' records some of the essentials of the mountain-protecting array of my Xuantian Sect. It is inherited from the ancient Celestial Master Dao Qimen Dunjia. Although it is not complete, there are some valuable aspects to the combination of some array patterns in it."

"nice one!"

Zhao Wuji nodded and looked at the last medicine bottle.

Xinghe Daoist explained, "This bottle contains 'Mysterious Yin Condensed Dew,' a yin-attribute spiritual liquid taken from the depths of the cold pool of the Xuantian Sect. It can harmonize yin and yang, suppress inner demons, and is of great benefit when breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage. It is the remaining portion that I used up in the past."

Seeing Zhao Wuji nod in approval, Xinghe Daoren stroked his beard and sighed, "It's a pity that most of the treasures in the Xuantian Secret Treasury have been destroyed by the Dharma-ending Age over the past few hundred years."

These are already the limit of what I can find. There are also two fourth-level spiritual veins that have revived with the recovery of spiritual energy, but I doubt you, fellow Daoist, would be interested in them.”

"These treasures are more than enough. Fellow Daoist Xinghe is indeed a trustworthy person."

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly and with a flick of his sleeve, he put away all the treasures.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji had taken all the treasures, Xinghe Daoren finally relaxed, thinking to himself that his good intentions had finally been appreciated.

If such a generous gift still fails to satisfy him, he truly has no other options left.

Xinghe Daoist straightened his clothes and solemnly clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "Fellow Daoist Tiannan."

I have now reached the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm, and my remaining lifespan is but a snap of the fingers.

He then returned to the Xuan Tian Sect's secret realm for seclusion, determined to fight to the death and break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

If one could return to the Nascent Soul stage, perhaps one could survive for a few more years in this era of spiritual revival.

After saying this, he specifically instructed Zhao Wuji to be careful in the Ancient Sword Domain.

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, fully aware of Xinghe Daoren's situation. After exchanging pleasantries, he watched Xinghe Daoren's gray-robed figure transform into a streak of light and disappear into the distance.

He then turned to Hua Qingshuang and cupped his hands, saying, "Peak Master, the Sword Domain is about to open, and I should also head back to the sect to make some final preparations."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and her clear, cold voice revealed a hint of concern: "The Sword Domain is fraught with danger. I know that you and your Uncle Yan have a plan, but once you enter, you must act with caution."

She paused, then gently raised her hand and suddenly grasped Zhao Wuji's palm.

Amidst his surprised gaze, she opened her palm, placing her fingers on Zhao Wuji's palm, a faint blue light swirling around her fingertips.

"Peak Master?"

Zhao Wuji was surprised and moved, and looked at Hua Qingshuang in front of him, meeting her cold and beautiful eyes.

You can feel the cool, jade-like touch of the other person's fingertips, yet they subtly exude the unique aura of the Dream-Attracting Insect, which coils around you like silk threads.

"This dream attracts insects; it's because you once injected them into my body."

Hua Qingshuang's gaze was calm as she said softly, "Wuji, this insect can sense your condition. If there are any changes, I will know."

Zhao Wuji nodded, feeling the slightly cool touch from her fingertips, and smiled, "Peak Master, rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

Hua Qingshuang nodded, gently gathered her sleeves, and withdrew that wisp of aura, sighing softly: "It's a pity that your cultivation is becoming more and more profound, and the things you plan are becoming more and more grand."

Although I broke through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm two years ago, I am ultimately unable to share your burdens.

"Why do you say that, Peak Master?"

Zhao Wuji shook his head and chuckled, "You've managed the Wang family so well, and you often gather intelligence and allocate resources for me. You've already done me a great favor."

He could clearly feel Hua Qingshuang's concern and affection.

This sentiment, unspoken yet understood by both of them, speaks volumes.

Unlike Nan Zhixia, who was her childhood sweetheart, and unlike Li Shiyu, who was initially bound by mutual interests but later transformed into a bluebird to pursue her senior brother Jian Guang.

Throughout his long journey of cultivation, Hua Qingshuang remained a mentor, a friend, and a very 'special' figure.

It was like a tranquil harbor, allowing him to catch his breath amidst the bloodshed.

Therefore, even though they could both sense that 'special' feeling.

He was unwilling to actively disrupt this peace or ruin that initial beautiful feeling; he wanted everything to take its natural course.

After catching up with each other...

With a flick of his sword, Zhao Wuji transformed into a dazzling sword rainbow and soared into the sky.

A few days later.

Within the Tiannan Secret Realm.

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji conjured the Mysterious Spirit Vine.

The demonic tree clone opposite seemed to sense something, and a verdant branch, like a spirit dragon, reached out and gently wrapped around the withered vine.

In an instant, the demon tree shone with a luminous green light, and its withered vines trembled slightly, as if responding to this vitality.

A glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes. He formed hand seals, and the spiritual light of his medical arts flowed through his fingertips, accelerating the growth of the immortal vine.

As streaks of green light were injected, the surface of the withered vines gradually turned green.

Ultimately, it was grafted onto a branch of the demon tree that resembled a writhing dragon, and its decline was somewhat contained.

"It's time for the demon tree's clone to prepare for its breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage."

He looked at the demon tree clone with astonishing spiritual power.

Four years have passed, and the nascent soul light cluster belonging to Yang Xiong in the tree's heart has long been digested.

The demon tree clone now possesses a very strong foundation, enough to advance and break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

However, when Yang Xiong broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, he had to consume a lot of the Yang family's resources to barely break through, and he was also severely injured by the Nascent Soul Tribulation.

Therefore, even though the demon tree clone could have broken through two years ago, Zhao Wuji still delayed for two years, allowing the clone to accumulate more foundation.

He didn't want to barely get through it.

Instead, he wanted his clone to emulate the former Sword Master Wentian, to break through the Nascent Soul barrier in one fell swoop with the most perfect posture and profound foundation.

at this time.

Zhao Wuji suddenly sensed fluctuations in the portal of the Pot Heaven space.

Two familiar scents arrived together.

He was surprised and looked up to see two beautiful figures, like a pair of sisters, coming together on clouds, their purple dresses fluttering and a subtle fragrance wafting through the air.

"Senior brother! I'm here. Look, this time I listened to you and brought Sister Zhixia along."

Li Shiyu's voice arrived before she did, and her laughter was heard before her lips parted.

As soon as her figure touched the grass, she spun around and pounced, her soft arms wrapping around Zhao Wuji like snakes, her warm body pressing tightly against his.

Nan Zhixia lagged half a step behind, the cave master's red robe highlighting her flawless skin.

Seeing Li Shiyu's behavior, she couldn't help but spit out a low curse, but she was also moved by the sight of spring in her eyes. She tucked her loose black hair behind her ear with her fair hand and leaned forward.

"You guys certainly know how to pick your time to come here."

With a flick of his finger, Zhao Wuji caused the demon tree branches to twist and grow, instantly weaving into a cloud-like bed covered with spiritual flowers.

Li Shiyu pulled him to sit on the cloud couch, her golden hairpins jingling, and she smiled radiantly: "It's been four years, husband, have you missed us?"

“He didn’t stop when he passed by Wushang Cave last time. I think he didn’t want to. He’s heartless.”

Nan Zhixia gave a soft hum, but her body betrayed her by kneeling on the edge of the couch, her jade-like fingertips tracing the Qilin pattern on Zhao Wuji's chest.

She then took out a robe from her storage bag: "I made this robe for you myself from the snow silk that the Heavenly Demon Pavilion recently acquired."

"Oh?" Zhao Wuji was surprised. He reached out and touched his plain robe, smiling and nodding. "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

"His!"

Li Shiyu had already pulled open Zhao Wuji's collar and chuckled, "What do cultivators need clothes for? I didn't prepare anything and just came here naked."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a chill on her back; Nan Zhixia had untied the sash of her kimono skirt.

Turning her head, she met Nan Zhixia's mischievous almond-shaped eyes: "Since you find it troublesome, little sister, I'll help you." "You two are really something."

Zhao Wuji chuckled and simply put one arm around each of them.

The branches of the demonic tree swayed.

The Seven Emotions Demon Flower and the Six Desires Demon Leaf unfurled and spontaneously bloomed, their stamens spewing out a mesmerizing red mist.

Three days and three nights later.

Nan Zhixia, whose spiritual power had broken through from the late stage of the Condensation Realm to the perfect stage, lazily lay on Zhao Wuji's lap, her fingertips twirling Li Shiyu's loose hair, and said, "Father passed away last month."

Her tone was calm, as if she were talking about a cold rain that had passed yesterday. "Nantai has no spiritual talent for cultivation, but fortunately he has some talent for martial arts and has cultivated to the strength of a martial arts grandmaster."

A few years ago, I appointed him as the garrison commander of Xuan Kingdom and married him to the eldest daughter of the Zhou family. Now, all of their children can practice Qi cultivation and meditation.

"Nantai."

Zhao Wuji paused slightly as he stroked his hair.

The young police officer who used to chase after him calling him "brother-in-law" is now nearly fifty years old.

The years of cultivating immortality may seem long.

In the eyes of a Golden Core cultivator, a mortal's life is nothing more than a few moments of seclusion.

"Next time I'll return to Xuan Kingdom"

His voice carried a rare hint of melancholy. "Take me to offer incense to my father-in-law."

Li Shiyu keenly sensed the change in his emotions and suddenly rolled over to bite his earlobe: "Senior brother, you are now a great cultivator in the late stage of Golden Core. Instead of lamenting, why don't you think about how to feed us sisters?"

As she spoke, she deliberately brushed her knee against him, and sure enough, she touched the reawakened heat.

Nan Zhixia blushed, made a hand seal, and took the initiative to kiss him, turning unfinished words into tender affection.

Zhao Wuji smiled helplessly, "You two really are two stubborn little wildcats."

That's what he said, but he didn't refuse.

After this period of cultivation, Li Shiyu is nearing the breakthrough point of the late stage of the Condensation Realm.

Nourished by the primordial yin energy of the maiden, her spiritual aptitude has risen to 80% of the purple light.

Zhao Wuji's own spirituality also reached 60% purple light through the fusion of yin and yang.

If consumed with a sobering stone, one can even surpass ordinary top-tier cultivators of the Purple Light realm.

Nan Zhixia, relying on the "Sunflower Spirit-Knocking Technique," successfully broke through from the late stage of the Concentration Realm to the Perfect Realm, living up to her unparalleled spiritual talent.

Although for Zhao Wuji, who was in the late stage of the Golden Core realm, this kind of cultivation only saved him ten days of hard work and was unlikely to bring about a significant improvement.

But it wasn't entirely without benefit.

After the three of them reminisced for a while, Zhao Wuji left the two women in the Tiannan Secret Realm to continue their cultivation.

He then took the demon tree clone that had taken the form of Yang Xiong with him and teleported to the Yang family.

Now everything is ready, all that's left is for the demon tree's clone to condense into a nascent soul.

Two days later.

The night was as dark as ink, the starlight was faint, and the waning moon hung obliquely in the sky, casting a cold, silvery glow.

Within the ancestral land of the Yang family, the protective mountain array suddenly activated.

Layers of spiritual patterns moved like dragons and snakes.

The immense spiritual energy surged within the formation, transforming into a dazzling curtain of light that blotted out the sky, enveloping the entire mountain range.

Yang Su and Yang Peng stood at the core of the formation, their expressions solemn, their magical power surging around them to ensure the formation operated without hindrance.

"My lord, the mountain-protecting formation is fully activated, and the core area of ​​the spiritual vein is completely sealed off. It will be extremely difficult for outsiders to see even a trace of it."

Yang Peng approached Zhao Wuji and reported in a deep voice, his tone respectful.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Golden Core servant whose arm he had once cut off and whom he had later controlled. His eyes were as deep as an abyss, and he nodded slightly: "Good."

After saying this, he said no more and, together with the tall demon tree clone beside him, stepped into the depths of the spiritual vein.

Before long, at the core of the fifth-level spiritual vein, spiritual energy surged like a tide, so dense that it almost solidified.

The demon tree clone stepped into it, quickly spreading out numerous roots that burrowed into the underground spiritual veins. Its vines trembled slightly as it greedily absorbed the surging spiritual energy.

The surging spiritual energy of the Yang family's fifth-level spiritual vein flowed into the clone's body like a tide, and dark gold patterns appeared on the vine veins.

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji revealed the Pot Heaven space.

He hid inside the Pot Heaven space, gazing at everything through the portal, waiting for the opportunity for the Demon Tree clone to break through.

This breakthrough is both paving the way for creating a clone and accumulating evidence for his future Nascent Soul Tribulation.

Before long, the spiritual energy within the demon tree's clone surged to its peak like a raging sea, causing the vines around it to tremble violently and the withered trunk to burst forth with a dazzling blue light.

Deep within his dantian, the massive tree core demon core collapsed with a roar, its surface revealing countless spiderweb-like cracks.

With a deafening roar, the demon core collapsed, and the surging demonic power surged and churned like a raging sea.

At the center of this vortex of demonic power, a humanoid nascent soul gradually materialized, its body withered and covered with dragon-like markings. Its face was blurry but already possessed a majestic air, resembling Zhao Wuji's face.

In an instant, the entire sky changed color.

Rolling clouds of calamity gathered from all directions, instantly obscuring the sky over a radius of a hundred miles.

Dark clouds loomed over the ancestral land of the Yang family, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder.

The terrifying pressure of heaven and earth caused the mountain-protecting formation to hum under its strain.

The Yang family members rushed out of their houses, looking up at the sudden change in the weather, their faces filled with shock and bewilderment.

Those disciples with lower cultivation levels were so overwhelmed by the pressure that they coughed up blood and staggered to the ground.

"What happened? This scene... it's just like when our ancestor broke through to the Nascent Soul stage!"

"Could someone be undergoing tribulation in my Yang family? Who is it? No wonder the patriarch and the Supreme Elder have activated the mountain-protecting formation."

Dozens of miles away in the market, the cultivators who were trading suddenly felt a tightness in their chests.

Looking back, they were all stunned, staring in astonishment at the overwhelming, sky-covering clouds of calamity in the direction of the Yang family.

"This...this is the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation! I witnessed it when the Yang family patriarch broke through to the Nascent Soul stage."

An elderly man with gray hair cried out in a trembling voice, which immediately caused a great uproar in the crowd.

Countless cultivators either flew up on their swords or used escape techniques, all wanting to witness this once-in-a-century spectacle of tribulation.

Lightning flashed within the clouds of calamity, yet it lingered and did not fall.

What comes first are the more dangerous tribulations of intention and illusion.

Within the consciousness of the demon tree's clone, a chilling wind howled and turbid waves surged into the sky.

Suddenly, a figure in white appeared, stepping through the air.

It was Chu Tianyun wielding the Cold Soul Sword, and wherever the sword's edge pointed, thousands of vines snapped in two.

Immediately afterward, a burst of blood-red light erupted, and Yang Xiong transformed into a ferocious demonic shadow, baring his fangs and claws as he pounced on the fragile nascent primordial spirit within the sea of ​​consciousness: "A mere plant body is worthy of condensing a nascent soul? This physical body is fit for my use!"

Just as the inner demon was about to succeed, a burst of golden light suddenly shot out from the depths of his consciousness.

The exorcism technique that Zhao Wuji had planted beforehand suddenly erupted.

Golden flames transformed into towering waves of fire, and wherever they passed, the phantoms of inner demons, like snow meeting the blazing sun, turned into wisps of twisted blue smoke before they could even utter a scream.

A deafening thunderclap echoed from the clouds, as if the heavens were roaring in anger.

But when that terrifying pressure swept over the trunk of the demon tree's clone, it couldn't even budge the smallest speck of wood.

On one side, inside the Pot Heaven space, Zhao Wuji calmly observed through the Pot Heaven portal, gaining a clear understanding.

"The consciousness of the demon tree clone is condensed from my divine sense; it is a combination of clone technique and spirit-driving technique."

This level of illusionary tribulation and mental tribulation, as long as the exorcism technique cannot be broken, will not be able to shake the simple-minded clone with few desires.

Just then, a deafening roar exploded in the air.

The walls, pillars, bricks, and tiles of the Yang family's many sword masters... all emitted a terrifying trembling sound, as if they had suddenly jumped from the ground into the air...

A blinding flash of lightning and a clap of thunder followed immediately!

The tribulation of lightning followed one after another.

"coming!"

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes, his double pupils reflecting only lightning.

When the first bolt of purple lightning struck, the thousand-foot-long vines of the demon tree's clone soared into the sky like angry dragons, weaving into a giant net that blotted out the sky. But the moment they touched the lightning, they crumbled inch by inch, turning into ashes that scattered across the sky.

Boom! !

The terrifying aftershocks of the thunder swept across a hundred miles, causing the Yang family's protective mountain formation to shake violently.

Many of the cultivators in the distant market had just taken off when they were thrown back down by the terrifying aftershocks of the thunder and fire, some suffering broken bones and fractures.

Only then did I realize that when a powerful being undergoes tribulation, they must not rashly ascend into the sky, otherwise they will invite disaster upon themselves.

Boom! !
The second lightning tribulation descended suddenly, giving people almost no chance to catch their breath.

The demon tree clone roared angrily with its wrinkled face, and its demonic left arm sprang up in response, surging with demonic energy and transforming into a pitch-black demonic shield to block its path.

However, the lightning, like a sword of divine punishment, flashed through the clouds like lightning and fire, piercing through the demonic shield and tearing apart the demonic arm of the demonic tree clone.

The third lightning bolt followed immediately, piercing the darkness like a dazzling and astonishing flash of light.

A rift opened in the sky, followed by a thunderous roar that shook the earth.

A bluish-white lightning bolt, accompanied by a thunderous roar, struck straight at the crown of the demon tree's clone.

Sensing a tremendous threat, the demon tree clone suddenly unleashed the demonic artifact, the Heavenly Demon Heart-Eating Seal.

But in an instant, it was engulfed in blue lightning, its body twisting and turning wildly, like a strangely shaped python.

The Heavenly Demon Heart-Eating Seal instantly exploded into dust.

The trunk of the demon tree clone was instantly charred and cracked, as if it had been burned to ashes by heavenly fire.

However, in the next instant, the medical technique's blue light flowed wildly from the wound, and the charred bark peeled off, revealing jade-like new tissue.

It absorbed the remaining lightning and fire as a body-tempering power, making its wooden body even more resilient.

"This tribulation lightning is truly powerful. No wonder Yang Xiong suffered severe injuries after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage."

My demon tree clone was almost severely injured; if I hadn't taught it medical techniques earlier…”

Zhao Wuji stared at the demon tree clone, his heart filled with great shock.

"Thank goodness, it was finally a success."

At this moment, after the triple lightning tribulation, the surrounding spiritual energy was completely drained.

But in the center of the demon tree's charred, wood-like trunk, one could see the demon tree's clone.

A nascent soul, wreathed in lightning and fire, suddenly took shape. The moment its eyes opened, the entire Yang Family Mountain Range trembled, as if submitting to this newborn nascent soul.

As the clouds of calamity dispersed, the clone's vines swayed lightly, tearing through the void.

The immense pressure of the early Nascent Soul stage swept across all directions, causing the protective array's light barrier to flicker and nearly collapse.

Meanwhile, forces further away have been alerted.

In the marketplace, countless cultivators looked up at the sky and saw the blotting-out tribulation clouds slowly dissipate, revealing fragmented celestial light.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Even though they were dozens of miles away, they could still feel the earth-shattering pressure from just now.

Many people only saw from afar that the deafening thunderclaps in the direction of the Yang family came one after another, sometimes with a loud crash, which sounded like half of a cliff collapsing.

The lightning struck again and again, like a fiery red serpent, a truly terrifying sight.

Suddenly, a series of obscure divine senses crossed the void from afar, among which were several terrifying probing eyes of Nascent Soul True Monarch level beings.

These divine senses, like venomous snakes, attempted to burrow into the Yang family's protective mountain formation, but each time they touched the light barrier, they stirred up ripples.

Inside the Pot Heaven space, Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as cold as ice.

In his eyes, the restless divine consciousness outside seemed like a man-made disaster, but if these people dared to make a move against him, they were just asking for trouble.

His gaze pierced through the spatial portal, locking firmly onto the demonic tree clone that was being reborn amidst thunder and fire.

The charred torso is undergoing a rebirth.

Every mark left by lightning and fire transforms into profound Dao patterns, making the wood texture increasingly resemble the legendary lightning-struck divine wood.

Even more astonishingly, the Xuanling Immortal Vine grafted onto the demon tree's avatar is now revitalized under the tempering of the lightning tribulation.

The once withered vine has come back to life like a dead tree in spring, with mysterious patterns flowing with spiritual light on its surface.

Strands of life drew nourishment from the immense wood energy of the demon tree's avatar, and even the tips of the vines faintly sprouted tender green buds, swaying and shining in the afterglow of the thunder and fire.

This celestial vine seems to resonate with the demon tree's clone.

Where the vines intertwine, the thunder patterns and wood grains intertwine, subtly forming a natural Daoist rhythm, as if nurturing some mysterious creation.

However, what pleased him most was the nascent soul deep within the tree's heart that was spitting out thunder and fire.

This primordial spirit, nurtured by his divine consciousness, is now generating strong spiritual fluctuations amidst the tribulation of lightning, faintly touching upon the supreme mysteries of 'creation and life'.

This primordial spirit was, after all, born from his divine consciousness.

"Using a clone to test the Heavenly Tribulation proved incredibly useful. Now, I've even obtained a clone at the Nascent Soul True Monarch level."

A hint of anticipation appeared in Zhao Wuji's eyes, "When my true self undergoes tribulation, what will this heavenly tribulation be like?"

(End of this chapter)