Immortals of the End Times

While his many clones were distracting the underground monsters, Zhao Wuji's true form had already transformed into the wind, quietly standing in front of the pavilion like a gust of wind.

His double pupils darted around, his fingertips moved with lightning speed, and he activated his array formation at full power, carefully observing the pavilion shrouded in a seven-colored barrier before him.

"What a mysterious array and restriction!"

Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat. He saw that the restriction was like flowing water, with each ripple containing hundreds of variations.

The entire formation resembled a raging waterfall, and its changes in an instant were astronomical.

Even with his current immense spiritual strength, combined with his extraordinary mental calculation speed and brain function, he still couldn't fully deduce the truth.

"This must be an ancient formation, at least the work of a Nascent Soul Dao Lord!"

Zhao Wuji's expression was solemn.

If it weren't for his years of dedicated study of the Nine Heavens Formation within the Tiannan Secret Realm, pushing his formation skills to their pinnacle, even with the help of the Double Pupil, he probably wouldn't have been able to break it.

In the distance, the clones exploded one after another under the strangulation of the ferocious tentacles, turning into countless strands of broken hair that scattered across the sky.

Time was of the essence, and a cold glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

With a sudden step, eighteen streaks of blood-red light shot through the air as his sleeves billowed out!
"Om!!"

The Blood Fiend Needle Sword pierced the void like a crimson meteor. As the sword trembled, it actually outlined eighteen blood-red array patterns on the surface of the pavilion's restrictions.

Each array pattern writhed like a living creature, tightly interlocking with the changing restrictions.

"Certainly!"

He suddenly clasped his hands together, and a blinding flash of blood erupted from between his fingers.

The array formation technique was pushed to its limit.

The Eighteen Blood Swords actually tore open a blood-red array three zhang in diameter on the surface of the restriction, and the turbid energy of the swords polluted the spiritual energy of the array.

The restriction, which was originally as surging as a torrent, was now frozen like amber.

"good chance!"

Zhao Wuji's double pupils suddenly flared with golden patterns, instantly taking in all the changes in the solidified array patterns.

What would take an ordinary person ten days to deduce, he could see as easily as the lines on his palm with his divine sense, which was comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

But his sword-like finger pointed like lightning towards the northeast (巽) position.

There, a ray of light, as thin as a hair, faltered for a moment!
"break!"

Zhao Wuji's clear shout was like a thunderclap.

His double pupils shone brightly, revealing the weak points in the formation.

Hundreds of sword energies erupted from his body, raining down on that weak spot.

The barrier light curtain shattered like glass, and countless array patterns at the breach twisted wildly in an attempt to mend it.

In a flash, Zhao Wuji had already transformed into a wisp of green smoke and swept in. His robes brushed against the edge of the closed barrier.

A furious roar came from behind.

Just three breaths later, the entire restriction was boiling again like a raging sea!
Zhao Wuji moved like the wind, instantly disappearing into the pavilion.

The moment you step inside, the surrounding space suddenly freezes, as if you are completely isolated from the outside world.

The interior of the attic is much more spacious than it appears from the outside. The dome hangs high, with starlight flowing around it, as if thousands of stars are embedded in it, casting a cool glow.

"Such exquisite use of spatial magic."

Zhao Wuji's gaze sharpened slightly as his double pupils scanned his surroundings.

He discovered that the interior of this pavilion was a small space created using a technique similar to the Pot Heaven Technique. Although it was not as wondrous as his first Pot Heaven Technique, it was still a small space of its own.

It appears to be only a dozen feet in size from the outside, but inside it is a hundred feet.

What was embedded above the dome was not some kind of star, but rather thousands upon thousands of shattered void stones.

Although they were all broken, there were at least a hundred of them, and they were quite valuable.

On the central jade table, the green jade slip floated quietly, its patterns like dragons and snakes coiling, faintly revealing an ancient and obscure Daoist charm.

The ancient sword sheath on the stone platform to the left trembled slightly, the Dao patterns on the sheath flickering as if it sensed his arrival.

"Take the jade slip first!"

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment, then took a step back, pulled out a strand of hair, and transformed it into a clone that stepped forward.

Then, with a light tap of his fingertip, a wisp of divine consciousness, like fine silk threads, wrapped around the jade slip.

However, the moment his divine sense touched the jade slip...

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the surface of the jade slip lit up with a dazzling golden light, and a phantom figure emerged from the jade slip. Its hair and beard were all white, its eyes were like stars, and its body exuded a vast and abyss-like pressure.

A spiritual power far exceeding that of the Nascent Soul Realm instantly swept across the entire area like a tidal wave.

"A still image of a Nascent Soul Dao Lord?!"

Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously took half a step back. The three golden cores in his body were activated at the same time, and the sword energy around him was hidden and not released, ready to deal with any changes at any time.

The illusory figure had an indifferent gaze and slowly spoke, its voice as loud as a bell, causing the spiritual energy in the pavilion to surge: "Future cultivators who can break the 'Myriad Streams and Thousand Transformations Array' set up by me will be qualified to receive the Sword Immortal Mountain Entry Jade Token that I left in the Sword Domain."

Before he could finish speaking, the illusory figure raised his hand and pointed.

The jade slip suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless golden runes that surged into Zhao Wuji's brow like a torrent!
"boom!"

In an instant, a massive amount of information exploded in Zhao Wuji's mind.

"Entry Order to Sword Immortal Mountain!"
Instantly, a pale golden sword-shaped mark slowly appeared between his eyebrows.

The sword tip points upwards, the guard resembles a wing, exuding an ancient and sharp aura.

The mark flashed by, yet it left a vast message in his mind:
Sword Immortal Mountain is the core treasure land of the ancient Sword Domain, and also the dojo left by an ancient sword immortal during the ancient Immortal Court period.

There are nine sword pools hidden in the mountains, each containing a different true meaning of swordsmanship.

Even more legendary treasures, the "Nine-Leaf Sword Grass," take root atop the mountain.

This herb only grows one leaf every thousand years. When it has nine leaves, it is said to be the reincarnation of an ancient sword immortal, capable of slaying immortals and gods!
The message also clearly states three taboos: First, those who hold the order must not bully the weak or have wicked intentions; otherwise, they will suffer the backlash of the sword and seal.

Secondly, it is forbidden to trespass into the Sword Pool without permission; violators will be killed by the sword's energy.

The third taboo is to show disrespect to the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass; violators will be expelled or even killed.

What shocked Zhao Wuji even more was the message mentioned at the end.

If one can obtain other jade slips related to the Seven Great Treasures and resonate with the Sword Immortal Mountain Entry Token, it may attract the favor of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass on the mountain peak, granting one the opportunity to comprehend the supreme sword path!

"A jade slip containing information about the seven supreme treasures!?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Suddenly remembering something, he slammed his hand on his storage bag.

"Om!!"

An ancient jade slip appeared in response; it was the very one that had been obtained from Chu Tianyun years ago!
The moment the jade slip appeared, the Sword Immortal Mountain Entry Token mark between his brows suddenly emitted a dazzling blue light, reflecting off the jade slip.

Two streams of spiritual energy intertwined like dragons and snakes, outlining profound Dao patterns in the void.

"Sure enough!"

Zhao Wuji was shocked. He saw that the surface of the jade slip had developed unprecedented golden patterns, which were exactly the same as the sword token mark.

As spiritual energy flowed, a vast star map was reflected in his sea of ​​consciousness, with the brightest star in the map coinciding with the location of Sword Immortal Mountain!
"The opportunity that Chu Tianyun received back then was truly astonishing."

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

Unfortunately, that fellow had the jade slip but no entry permit, which ultimately benefited him.

This Sword Immortal Mountain includes the ancient sword domain, which appears to have been left behind by an ancient sword immortal from the ancient immortal court.

That Nine-Leaf Sword Grass is probably the most unparalleled opportunity related to the sword path among the seven great treasures!

If he could gain the favor of this herb, his swordsmanship would surely reach a new level!

However, before he could ponder it further, the illusory figure opposite him spoke again: "To receive my order to enter the mountain, you must swear an oath of Dao heart."

"If I encounter a disciple of the Sword Spirit Sect in the future, I must protect their lineage so that it may not perish!"

"oath?"

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, weighing his options in his mind.

Sword Spirit Sect?
He had never heard of this sect before, and it was likely long gone, lost to the annals of time.

When he had the thought of refusing to leave, the sword token between his brows showed signs of collapsing and backfiring.

It must be the taboo surrounding his wicked intentions that prevented him from taking the sword token but also prevented him from swearing an oath.

"Can!"

He pondered for a moment, then nodded and swore an oath.

If the Sword Spirit Sect still existed, protecting its lineage would be a simple matter within his capabilities.

If the oath is already extinguished, it is nothing but empty talk.

The illusory figure seemed to nod in satisfaction, its gaze profound, its voice booming like a great bell, causing the spiritual energy within the pavilion to surge: "This demon beneath the ground outside the pavilion is named Yu Yue. It was once the spirit beast under the command of an ancient sword immortal, and has a long lifespan, having endured many tribulations."

Due to the gradual fading of ancient immortal energy, it has been in a state of chronic slumber; what is active now are merely its offspring and the fine hairs and tentacles on its body surface.

"What!?"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart trembled violently.

The terrifying subterranean monster that had troubled him just now was actually just a hair of Yu Yue's subconscious attack.
"Back when I was at my peak, I rashly awakened it, and was severely injured. My physical body was trapped inside its body, and only my remnant spirit of the Nascent Soul stage escaped. I then passed away peacefully."

With a sigh, the illusory figure began to dissipate. "Once this divine thought of mine has completely dissipated and the restrictions have vanished, it will surely destroy this pavilion. Leave quickly!"

Zhao Wuji was horrified upon hearing this, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

The Nascent Soul Dao Lord was actually devoured by the terrifying underground mountain, and had no choice but to die a tragic death.
This ancient sword domain is terrifying.

He had just thought the underground monster was easy to tease.

At this moment, the illusory figure opposite had gradually dissipated, never mentioning its Daoist name from beginning to end, leaving only lingering echoes.

"This scabbard is named 'Hidden Edge,' capable of containing the sword energy of ten thousand swords and nurturing the spirit of a precious sword. Holding it will help you comprehend the true meaning of the sword path."

"Om!!"

The ancient-looking sword sheath on the table flew over and hovered in front of Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji grabbed the scabbard; it was icy cold to the touch.

The Dao patterns on the scabbard moved like living things, subtly resonating with the sword energy within his body.

What shocked him even more was that the Qilin sword intent left by the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven and the Sword Ancestor in the Purple Mansion was now being absorbed by the scabbard!
"nice one!"

His eyes gleamed, and just as he was about to take a closer look, he suddenly felt a violent tremor coming from outside the pavilion.

"Boom!"

After the subterranean monster slaughtered all of his many clones, it seemed to realize that the intimidating aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator had disappeared.

Countless tentacles began to bombard the formation frantically, and the entire pavilion was on the verge of collapse!
"We should go! There's too much noise here."

Zhao Wuji looked solemn and didn't have time to take the Void Stone from the dome.

With a flick of his sleeve, he stored the sword sheath into his spatial storage.

He then immediately cast a hand seal to cast an invisibility spell, concealing all his presence.

"Wind Control!"

With a flick of his wrist, his figure transformed into the wind, piercing through the pavilion's restrictions like a ghost and disappearing into the distance in an instant!

Behind them, the pavilion collapsed with a deafening roar as the demons ravaged the area, sending dust billowing into the sky. The commotion caused by the rampaging demons was like a thunderclap, instantly alerting the Sword Sect disciples who had landed some distance away.

"Hmm? We've only just entered, and we've already encountered such a powerful demon?"

Thousands of miles away, deep within a mountain crevice, the Demon Lord huddled in a distorted shadow, his body shrouded in viscous, ghostly mist.

A pair of scarlet demonic eyes flickered on and off, like two blood lanterns, making the distant battlefield appear even more ferocious.

Within the soaring demonic aura, countless tentacles covered in ferocious maws were writhing wildly, each strike causing the ground within a hundred feet to crack like a spider web.

"A place guarded by such a demon must contain treasures."

His expression was solemn, but his figure suddenly blurred, transforming into a chilling gust of wind, and swept away in that direction.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away.

Yun Wuyai, the sect leader of the Jingyun Sword Sect, held an exploration map and looked solemnly at the distant area where demons were rampaging and causing a rumbling.

"Has someone already beaten me to it?"

His heart was shocked.

The place where the demon ravaged was precisely the location of the pavilion marked on Chu Tianyun's exploration map.

According to the diagram.

There may be great treasures hidden in the attic. If you can obtain them, you will have the opportunity to go straight to the core of the Sword Domain and obtain great opportunities!
"This monster is so terrifying; I'm afraid that person is probably in grave danger."

Yun Wuyai's eyes flickered as he weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Even now, five years later, and with his cultivation at the Golden Core stage, he still has no confidence in escaping unscathed from such a ferocious creature.

"But if we retreat now, wouldn't we be handing over this opportunity to someone else?"

Just as he hesitated, his body suddenly stiffened, and his vital energy dissipated!

"not good!"

Just as he was about to unleash his divine sense to investigate, he was struck hard on the back of the head, his mind reeling as if struck by lightning, and the world spun around him instantly.

"who!!?"

Enraged, Yun Wuyai bit his tongue to regain a sliver of clarity, and his powerful divine sense, now at the peak of his Golden Core stage, quickly condensed into sword intent that surged forth.

however!
A force even stronger than his divine sense invaded fiercely, shattering his divine sense sword intent. Like a raging sea, it surged into his sea of ​​consciousness, instantly engulfing his consciousness!
"boom!"

Yun Wuyai's vision went black, and he fainted on the spot, collapsing to the ground with a twitch in his limbs.
"Even the sect leader of the Jingyun Sword Sect has found this place."

Zhao Wuji's invisible figure materialized from the void like a wisp of mist, standing silently behind Yun Wuyai.

He lowered his gaze to the unconscious Yun Wuyai on the ground, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as if he were pondering something.

"Could it be because of the exploration map that Chu Tianyun left behind at the Jingyun Sword Sect back then?"

His gaze suddenly locked onto a jade slip tightly clutched in the other person's hand.

He made a grasping motion with his five fingers, and the jade slip flew into his palm as if drawn by a force.

His divine sense surged into the scroll like a tidal wave, sweeping over its contents in an instant, and Zhao Wuji's brows furrowed suddenly.

This map indeed marked the glazed pavilion shrouded in a seven-colored barrier ahead, but it made no mention of the bloodworm demons lurking underground, making it much simpler than the exploration map given by the Qilin Sword Sect.

What caught his eye even more was another winding path in the picture, leading directly to the core of the sword domain.

This route is also recorded on the exploration map of the Qilin Sword Sect, but it is marked with the words "nine deaths and one life," indicating that it is fraught with dangers.

The document from the Jingyun Sword Sect, however, was labeled "Chu Tianyun Secret Path," which was actually a different, secluded path. The side of the path was written in tiny characters: "In the past, a jade slip and tree seeds were obtained here. Danger lurks in the shadows, but it is a quick way to reach the destination."

"What a pleasant surprise! If we can collect the exploration maps from the other sword sects, we can definitely fill in many areas of the Sword Domain."

Zhao Wuji flipped his hand and put the scroll into his sleeve, his gaze sweeping over the ancient sword token at Yun Wuyai's waist.

After thinking about it, I decided against it.

Leave a way out for others; don't be too cheap.

Of all the members of the Jingyun Sword Sect, only Chu Tianyun had offended him; Yun Wuyai, however, had not.

Taking someone else's exploration map is already a benefit; it wouldn't be right to take the Ancient Sword Token and cut off their escape route.

"If we encounter someone who's asking for trouble later, we'll deal with them more severely!"

Zhao Wuji's figure flashed and he disappeared in an instant.

Not long after Zhao Wuji left, Yun Wuyai slowly woke up from his coma, his eyelids trembling slightly before he suddenly awoke with a start.

He unconsciously dug his fingers into the ground, his consciousness sweeping over his body like a tide.

"The exploration map is gone!"

His expression changed drastically, and a suppressed growl escaped his throat, his face filled with shock and anger.

But then, after realizing that his storage bag and the ancient sword token were intact, he breathed a sigh of relief, his expression becoming complicated.

"Is your failure to take my storage bag a sign of contempt, or is there another motive?"

He stroked the cool patterns on the ancient sword token, his eyes unfathomable.

The person who made the move just now was clearly much stronger than him, like a Nascent Soul True Monarch, but not quite, as if he was deliberately hiding something.

"Why is such a powerful person acting so stealthily, using underhanded tactics against me but not killing me? Could it be someone we know?"

Yun Wuyai gritted his teeth, then sighed and shook his head.

At least the ancient sword token still exists, so there is still a chance to escape after fifteen years, which can be considered a narrow escape.

With this thought in mind, the resentment and anger in his heart lessened considerably.

"boom!!"

Suddenly, a fierce wind howled ahead, black mist surged like a tide, and a bone-chilling cold swept in, as if a crack had opened in the netherworld. The wailing of ghosts was mournful and incessant.

It was like thousands of vengeful spirits howling in the void, making one's soul tremble.

An extremely powerful Nascent Soul spiritual force erupted from afar, as deep and impenetrable as an abyss, causing the earth to crack and rocks to crumble.

The sinister laughter seemed to come from all directions, sometimes near, sometimes far, yet it was also strangely locked in combat with the tentacles of the ferocious creature exuding demonic energy.

"The Demon Lord?! Even this Fiend Star has been startled and come!"

Yun Wuyai's pupils shrank sharply, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

Considering the lost exploration map, this might actually be a blessing in disguise.

Without hesitation, he formed hand seals and incantations, his sword energy receding as he retreated rapidly like a wisp of green smoke, disappearing into the shadows of the forest in the blink of an eye.

"The Demon Lord!"

High above the distant clouds, Zhao Wuji's sword aura was like mist, flowing with the gale. His gaze was like lightning, piercing through layers of clouds and reaching the earth-shattering battle in the distance.

But then they saw the demon lord's scarlet robe fluttering in the wind, surrounded by thousands of ghostly figures, holding a soul banner, fighting fiercely with the ferocious creature from the ground, causing the earth to crack and mountains to collapse.

This monstrous demon lord was a giant of the Soul Path Ghost Cultivation. He once withstood three sword strikes from the Heavenly Sword Lord without dying, escaping with only minor injuries. His fearsome reputation shook the entire land.

Now it has actually appeared here.
However, this demonic behemoth was overconfident, actually engaging in battle with the monsters from the underground.

Zhao Wuji was well aware of the formidable power of this underground monster.

"If this treacherous demon lord truly awakens this demon..."

Before the thought had even finished, the battle situation in the distance suddenly changed!

The Demon Lord suddenly let out a fierce roar, his body exploded into countless ghostly shadows that scattered and fled like a tide, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Tsk, they're quite alert."

A hint of regret flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

He originally intended to sit back and watch the tigers fight, to see the old devil suffer a great loss, and to see if there was any benefit he could gain.

Unexpectedly, the other party decisively withdrew.

He clenched his fists, and a wisp of Soul-Tracking Technique silently unfolded, instantly locking onto the location where the Demon Lord had fled from among thousands of scattered souls.

Southwest

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, flicked his sleeves, and made a hand seal with his fingertips like a lotus blooming, sensing the aura of his senior master Yan Lan in the darkness.

Before entering the Sword Domain, he had already made a secret agreement with his senior master.

After entering the Ancient Sword Domain, they joined forces to find the Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great, and then he took them. They must not let Huang Shang gain any more fortune, lest it embolden him and be detrimental to both of them.

In a short while, the technique was completed.

Yan Lan's presence is clearly etched in my mind.

"East." Zhao Wuji looked ahead and then took out Chu Tianyun's exploration map to examine it.

"It is in the same direction as the path on this map."

Meanwhile, in the distance, along the mountain paths.

"Hey!"

Yan Lan pointed her sword and slashed, the azure sword energy shredding several attacking demonic vines.

As soon as she emerged from the dense forest, the cursed seal in her bosom suddenly became hot and trembling.

"He's my nephew!"

A glint of joy flashed in her eyes, and she was about to send a message with her location when suddenly a loud clang of metal clashing rang out a hundred feet away!

He couldn't help but be wary and sent out his divine sense to observe.

Before long, they saw Baiyu Sword Tower Yi Chang fighting Leng Wushuang of Flying Snow Sword Sect.

Amidst the flashing swords, rocks crumbled and shattered.

"Yi Chang is ranked eleventh in the Sword Cultivation Tournament, and he's no match for Leng Wushuang, who's ranked seventh. How come these two started fighting so quickly?"

Yan Lan was observing with suspicion.

"Zheng——!"

A dazzling sword light descended from the clouds, like a cascading Milky Way, accompanied by a terrifying, sharp whistling sound that tore through the void.

"A Nascent Soul True Monarch!?"

Leng Wushuang's pupils shrank abruptly. The ice crystal shield she hastily conjured was shattered inch by inch by the sword's force, just as it was formed.

A crimson dot suddenly appeared between her brows, before her divine sense could even erupt.
"boom!"

The nascent soul energy wrapped around the flying sword exploded with a roar, and the violent sword energy swept out like a raging sea.

In an instant, her fair skin and jade bones turned into a cloud of blood mist, and even her soul was pulverized!
"What a shame for such a good-looking face."

Above the clouds, Wei Le, dressed in white, descended on a sword. His robes fluttered, making him appear like a celestial being descending to earth. Only the slight upturn of his lips revealed a chilling aura.

With a casual wave of his hand, he took the exploration map from Leng Wushuang's sleeve, stroked his beard, smiled, and read it, nodding in praise from time to time.

"This is Wei Le"

Not far away, Yan Lan, who witnessed everything, suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

Unexpectedly, the dignified master of the White Jade Sword Pavilion would ruthlessly kill his junior disciple.

Even the most powerful figures in the demonic path might not be able to act so ruthlessly!
She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her figure moving silently backward like smoke, about to escape.
"Fairy Yan, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Wei Le suddenly turned his head and looked at where she was hiding with a half-smile.

A divine sense, like a leech, clung to him, each word sharp and barbed:
"I have a past friendship with your master, and we are also cooperating this time. Why don't we travel together?"

(End of this chapter)