Immortals of the End Times

Above Kyushu, through a sea of ​​clouds, intense sunlight poured down from the dome.

Zhao Wuji and the members of the Qilin Sword Sect transformed into several sharp sword rainbows, tearing through the sea of ​​clouds and piercing straight into the sky.

They sped towards the first level of heaven, which was ravaged by the black soul-devouring gale.

Before the gale even arrived, Xiao Chenzhou, whose cultivation was the weakest, was already shaken to his core.

All I felt was the mournful howling in the wind, like thousands of vengeful spirits tearing at my consciousness.

Each gust of wind blade seemed to send countless cold, ghostly claws probing into the Purple Mansion, stirring up the spiritual platform and making the Dao Heart almost unstable.

"This ghost wind is even more eerie than the wind blowing around a woman's pillow."

His face turned slightly pale. He hurriedly activated the Sword Heart Technique to suppress it, but he still felt as if his soul had fallen into an abyss of cold water. Even the protective sword light was eroded and flickered uncertainly.

At this moment, only the azure light formed by the ancient sword token in his hand could barely protect his body.

"Nine Heavens, First Heaven, Soul-Devouring Gale."

Kong Jingxian's expression was solemn. Records about the Nine Heavens floated in his mind. The sword pattern between his eyebrows faintly glowed, and his sword energy surged like a tide, shredding the incoming gale layer by layer.

However, the soul-devouring power was all-pervasive. Even with his late-stage Golden Core cultivation, he felt as if his divine sense was being scraped by a dull knife. He had to exert all his strength to activate the azure light of the sword token in order to stabilize his body.

Only Zhao Wuji and Wentian Sword Master remained calm.

"This wind seems to have become stronger as the spiritual energy becomes more abundant."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his black robe fluttering, and a faint blue light flickering in his eyes.

Although this Soul-Devouring Gale was more violent than the Wind He summoned with the Soul-Devouring Wind Pearl, it ultimately came from the same source.

For him, it was like a fish in water.

Often, the moment the wind blades were about to strike, he would casually wave his sleeve, dissipating most of the force of the attacking gale, leaving the remaining power without even lifting the hem of his clothes.

As he ventured deeper into the gale-force layer, the ancient sword token hovered before him, its azure light surging forth like a sword lotus blooming in mid-air, condensing into a semi-transparent protective shield around him.

The howling wind was like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, tearing the sky and splitting the earth, but it could not break the blue light even slightly.

At this moment, scattered blue lights flickered on the distant horizon.

Sword cultivators from other sects also ascended into the sky, carrying their orders as they entered, their figures appearing and disappearing amidst the fierce winds.

"Without this ancient sword token, it seems that many Golden Core cultivators would not even be able to pass through the first level of the Heavenly Realm."

Zhao Wuji was pondering this in his heart.

Suddenly, he noticed that the dormant fifth Yin Pearl was becoming restless and even began to brighten rapidly.

"Ok?"

However, before he could be distracted, the sword in his hand suddenly trembled violently.

A powerful suction force came from above, seemingly resonating with the sword domain's restrictions, causing his spiritual energy to surge.

As they looked up, the outline of the ancient sword domain gradually became clear from the depths of the Soul-Devouring Gale.

But then one sees the dilapidated celestial palace floating amidst the clouds.

Broken swords, like a forest, are scattered across the mountains.

Occasionally, flashes of spiritual light flicker among the ruins, as if an unextinguished restriction lurks within.

"Hold on to the sword token! Once inside the sword domain, remember that we will be separated after entering. If we are destined to meet again, we will look after each other."

Fifteen years later, the sword token will be activated and sent out; do not lose the sword token.

Suddenly, the Sword Master Wentian shouted a reminder.

Before the shout had even finished, everyone was pulled into the entrance of the sword domain by a powerful suction force.

In an instant.

A spatial force swept in like a raging sea.

Zhao Wuji felt a sudden lightness around him, and the scene before his eyes suddenly distorted.

Xiao Chenzhou's sword robe afterimage and Kong Jingxian's imposing eyebrows were all shattered like reflections in water by a single palm strike, vanishing without a trace in an instant!

"Om!!"

In an instant, heaven and earth were turned upside down, and chaos reigned in all directions.

He felt as if his body was being tossed about by an invisible giant hand.

Sometimes it feels like falling into an abyss, sometimes like climbing a ladder to the clouds.

Fragments of space flew around like a revolving lantern.

Mountains and rivers transform into flowing rainbows, and clouds crumble into scattered fragments.

At this moment, even the passage of time seemed to become chaotic and indistinguishable.

I had no idea whether a breath or an incense stick's time had passed; my consciousness and thoughts seemed to have been stretched out.

"Crack!"

Just then, deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the core of the sixth ethereal divine thought trembled violently, golden patterns swirling like lightning snakes.

Zhao Wuji suddenly regained consciousness, his eyes radiating a fierce and piercing light.

"Condensation!!"

A wisp of divine consciousness, solidified to the point of being, suddenly emerged from between his brows, clinging to the void like a spider's thread.

It actually carved out a sliver of clarity in this chaotic torrent of space.

In a daze, he "saw" a ruin below flash by in a gap in space.

Amidst the ruins, a glimmer of light shone like a star.

The terrain outline seemed to be exactly the same as the "ancient array ruins" depicted in the sect's exploration map!
"This is a location on the exploration map."

Zhao Wuji's consciousness suddenly stirred, and the core of the sixth ethereal divine thought within his sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently.

A wisp of divine consciousness, solid as a tangible substance, pierced into the chaotic spatial currents, attempting to forcibly anchor itself to the source of that spiritual light.

However, the spatial turbulence swept in like a landslide and a tsunami, and his powerful divine sense was torn apart in an instant, like an insect helpless in a storm. His body still fell uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string!

"Heavenly Vessel Technique! Freeze!"

He suddenly shouted, his sleeves billowing as he made a hand seal, and a wisp of silver light burst forth from his fingertips.

In an instant, the space within a radius of ten feet twisted and rippled like the surface of water, and the violent spatial turbulence was briefly frozen wherever the ripples passed.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity.

His sixth ethereal divine core erupted once again.

The divine sense transformed into golden patterns like chains, wrapping around the void node and forcefully pulling the falling trajectory off course and fixing it in place.

"Boom!"

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and Zhao Wuji slammed one knee to the ground, causing the white marble floor tiles beneath him to crack inch by inch.

He suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

A vast, boundless spiritual energy swept in from all directions, so pure it was almost transparent, yet it exuded an ancient and desolate charm, as if it had been deposited since ancient times.

With each breath, it felt as if countless inspirations were being poured into my lungs.

"Such pure spiritual energy, no wonder it's the ancient Sword Domain, a former part of the Immortal Court ruins. But how is this spiritual energy preserved? Is it protected by a restriction?"

Zhao Wuji looked surprised, and even felt that these spiritual energies seemed somewhat familiar.

The ancient charm it contains seems very similar to the mysterious place behind the Gate of the Mysterious Female.

At this moment, within his dantian, the three golden cores were spontaneously trembling, greedily devouring the essence of heaven and earth that far surpassed the fifth-level spiritual vein and was nearly at the sixth level.

The surroundings were deathly silent, as if even time had frozen.

Before them lay an ancient square, eroded by time.

In the distance, a coiled dragon stone pillar, which would take ten people to encircle, was broken in half, its dragon head falling to the ground, its hollow eye sockets covered with dark blue moss.

The central altar had already collapsed more than halfway, and a strange, shimmering blue light seeped from the cracks, with faint traces of the remaining array runes flickering like breathing.

Further away, half of a stone tablet is stuck in the ground, with only half of the character "sword" remaining on it, and a few dried blood scabs still stuck to the crack.

Although the inscription was incomplete, it exuded an ancient and undying sword intent, like a dull knife scraping bone, piercing the heart and mind.

Zhao Wuji's eyes narrowed, and he slightly raised his right hand, pointing towards his sword.

"Zheng!!"

Before the sword energy between his fingers could be released, the ancient sword intent in the inscription resonated and trembled first!
In an instant, the cracks on the surface of the stone tablet suddenly lit up, and countless fine sword beams shot out from within the tablet.

"boom!"

The stone tablet exploded with a loud bang, and amidst the flying debris, a rusty broken sword emerged from the ground.

Although the sword was broken, its spirit remained. It trembled in mid-air and emitted a mournful sword cry, as if giving a warning.

"Hmm?" Zhao Wuji, with his keen sword senses, instantly detected the warning sign. "Shhhhh..."

In the deathly silent square, the soil in the crater from which the broken sword emerged suddenly surged.

Three bloodworms, each as thick as a bowl, burst from the ground. Their bodies were covered with barbs, and their chrysanthemum-shaped, serrated mouthparts suddenly opened, spewing out a foul-smelling bloody odor.

The blood energy transformed into a scarlet poisonous mist, which corroded even the hard white marble floor tiles, creating honeycomb-like holes wherever it passed.

The most terrifying thing is that even before the poisonous fog arrives, the putrid stench has already seeped into the seven orifices.

Zhao Wuji felt a jolt in his mind, as if his consciousness was being pierced by a thousand needles.

This monstrous poisonous mist specifically corrodes the souls of cultivators!

"court death!"

His eyes flashed with a cold light, and his right hand formed a hand seal like lightning. The golden light of the exorcism technique instantly condensed into a canopy-like barrier between his brows.

The emerald light of the medical technique swirled in the palm of his left hand, purifying all the poison that had invaded his body.

"Hiss!!"

Several ferocious mandibles emerged from the venomous creature along with the demonic insect, heading straight for its face.

"boom!!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly burst forth with crimson flames, like the blazing sun scorching the sky, flashing by in an instant.

The bloodworms that rushed towards them were instantly charred and curled up.

However, the monstrous creature roared as it emerged from the flames, its body charred but its mandibles still viciously biting at the throat.

"Zheng!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes shone brightly, and his sword energy erupted from his body, with hundreds of blue rays blooming like lotus flowers.

Before the three bloodworms could even get close, they were shredded into a cloud of bloody foam!
"Clap!"

The charred insect carcass was still writhing on the ground, its severed limbs twitching as it tried to reassemble.

Zhao Wuji frowned: "What tenacious vitality! Although these demonic insects are not at the level of demon kings, their innate supernatural abilities are terrifying. If an ordinary Golden Core cultivator were to encounter them, they would probably suffer a great loss."

With a wave of his sleeve, the first space in the Heavenly Pot opened up.

"Buzz!"

Hundreds of Dragon Scale King Insects swarmed out, their wings beating with a sound like the clang of metal.

Numerous ferocious insects swarmed towards the blood corpse, quickly devouring it completely. Their mouthparts opened and closed, seemingly absorbing the toxins, and faint blood-red patterns appeared on their carapaces, as if they were analyzing the soul-corroding poison!
"Disperse!"

Zhao Wuji pointed his sword and drew a line, and the swarm of insects immediately scattered to be on guard.

He looked around at the ancient and unfamiliar environment, not daring to release his divine sense rashly, but simply made a hand seal and softly shouted: "Wind Domain, open!"

"call!!"

The Wind Control Technique transformed into a whirlwind, spreading out from him and sweeping across the ruins.

The sound of the wind passing by, the trembling of grass and trees, and the rolling of pebbles all transformed into three-dimensional images that fed back into his mind.

Wind domain perception!

The blurry outline of the place where the light was shimmering ahead also appeared in the wind.
At this moment, he also noticed that the fifth Yin Pearl, which had been restless in the Soul-Devouring Gale Layer inside the First Heaven, had actually lit up a new set of Earthly Fiend Techniques—Borrowing the Wind!

"So this is the technique. I never imagined that I would have to be inside the Soul-Devouring Gale Layer to unlock and reveal it."

Zhao Wuji was astonished.

He had once come close to the Ninth Heaven, but had never truly ventured into the Soul-Devouring Gale Layer of the First Heaven.

Unexpectedly, this attempt to enter the Ancient Sword Domain has inadvertently unlocked this secret technique!
The Wind-Borrowing Technique can be considered an enhancement and supplement to the Wind-Controlling Technique. It is also the supreme wind-based immortal technique. Legend has it that the Wind Goddess in mythology used this technique to command all the winds in the heavens.

Soul-corroding Yin Wind, Mountain-burning Blazing Wind, and Freezing Cold Yin Wind that chills the nine netherworlds—any wind element existing in the world can be controlled by it!
There are even rumors that when the Wind Goddess uses this technique, she can borrow the chaotic winds to blow away the true immortal's physical body.

"call!"

The wind domain perception system then relayed a message at that very moment.

But where the spiritual light was located, there was a crystal pavilion shrouded in a seven-colored barrier.

The interior of the pavilion was simply furnished, with a jade tablet floating on the central jade table, its patterns resembling coiled dragons and snakes.

On the left stone platform lies an ancient sword sheath, its body engraved with obscure Daoist patterns, from which the faint sound of a sword ringing can be heard.

"The sect's exploration map does indeed record the presence of a spiritual treasure here, but the label is..."

"Only those at the Nascent Soul stage are permitted to explore this!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply as he scanned the exploration map in his mind with his divine sense.

Only then did I realize that there was a glaring warning label.

What shocked him even more was the handwritten annotation at the end of the diagram by the Qilin Sword Ancestor:
"I personally explored this place, but was blocked by the monsters from the underground and was unable to step into the pavilion even half a step."

This demon is exceptionally ferocious, and is suspected to be the offspring of an ancient guardian beast, whose offspring have multiplied and survived to this day, possessing astonishing supernatural powers.

The handwriting was messy, like sword marks, and carried an unyielding sword intent.

"boom!"

At that very moment, the ground beneath my feet suddenly trembled violently!
The ripples perceived by the wind domain trembled wildly, transmitting back a horrifying scene thousands of feet underground.

A dense aura of demonic energy erupted like subterranean fire, soaring into the sky!

Wherever it passed, the hard rock strata rotted like decaying flesh, turning into pus and blood, and the soil within a radius of a hundred feet writhed and rolled like living creatures.
"Crack!"

The ground suddenly cracked open, and dozens of hideous tentacles as thick as water buckets burst out of the soil.

Each tentacle was covered with barbs, and its head split open with chrysanthemum-shaped serrated mouthparts, spewing out soul-corroding poisonous mist.

"Such a huge one?! A land octopus?"

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

What kind of insect swarm is this?
It was clearly a gigantic bloodworm lurking underground, and those terrifying mouthparts were nothing more than its predatory tentacles!

The three that appeared earlier were probably just small insects at the level of offspring.

"Shh!"

With a light touch of his toes, his figure vanished like the wind, leaving a three-zhang-deep pit instantly corroded by the poisonous mist.

The Frosty Soul Flying Sword rang out from the sleeve, its light as cold as frost as it slashed down.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sound of metal clashing against metal was deafening, and sparks flew as the sword collided with the tentacles!
The incredibly fast sword rainbow slashed seven times before barely severing one of its whiskers. The black blood spurting from the severed point eroded the ground, creating honeycomb-like holes, and poisonous smoke billowed up!

"Boom!"

A muffled roar like thunder came from underground, and countless tentacles suddenly sprang up.

Within the crimson poisonous fog that blotted out the sky, countless barbed tentacles intertwined to form a deadly net, even the air itself was compressed into a series of explosive sounds.

"cut!!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly formed a hand seal with his sword fingers to perform a demon-slaying technique, the sword light turning in a flash.

"Om!!"

The Cold Soul Sword emitted a blinding blue light, and tadpole-shaped runes of demon-slaying techniques appeared on its blade.

Where the sword's edge passed, it was like a hot knife cutting through fat; dozens of tentacles were severed instantly!

The cross-section was as smooth as a mirror, yet it was instantly frozen into ice by the sword energy.

"hiss!!"

The earth shook as if a volcano had erupted, enraging the monster and causing the entire land to surge like waves.

Amidst the torrential rain of black blood, Zhao Wuji's figure swayed, and he suddenly yanked his hair from the back of his head, forming a hand seal.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Clone technique!
Dozens of clones appeared simultaneously.

Each statue holds a sword and forms hand seals, with sword energy crisscrossing and creating a realistic illusion.

His true form, however, had already used a hand seal to become invisible and disappeared into the void.

"buzzing"

The swarm of Dragonscale King Insects transformed into a golden torrent, their armored wings emitting a terrifying, demonic sound.

The numerous clones used their sword techniques to stir up wind and thunder, completely disrupting the demon's attention.

Amidst the poisonous fog, only a wisp of breeze silently swept towards the attic.

The Qilin Sword Ancestor did indeed state that under the attack of demons, it was difficult to approach the pavilion, and even those at the Nascent Soul stage could not withstand it.

However, a demon is still a demon.

Zhao Wuji easily shook off the demon and approached the pavilion by using his clone technique and invisibility technique.
(End of this chapter)