Immortals of the End Times

"I see!"

As many insights came to mind.

In an instant, the second Yang Pearl in Zhao Wuji's sea of ​​consciousness shone brightly.

The technique of the Pot Heaven naturally broke through to the realm of 'outstanding'.

Even more surprisingly, the tadpole-like characters that had been dormant in the fourth Yang Pearl suddenly shone with golden light, revealing three ancient seal characters: "Summoning Immortal Techniques!"

The vast amount of profound information about this technique was like a sudden enlightenment.

It involves using incantations, hand gestures, and even rituals such as stepping on the Big Dipper to invite real deities to descend and assist, belonging to the category of "invitation" magic.

However, this technique requires the voluntary response of deities and cannot be forced.

In Journey to the West, Sun Wukong asked Guanyin to subdue demons and asked the Wind Goddess, Lightning Goddess, and Venus for help. Even the mighty Monkey King had to ask them politely.

The power of this technique is often used to resolve calamities, predict good or bad fortune, and bestow blessings and longevity.

The spell requires high moral character from the caster, emphasizing that sincerity is key to its effectiveness.

"It's similar to the exorcism technique, except that the entity you summon is more advanced, but it's more passive."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he carefully considered the differences between the two.

The exorcism technique is domineering and fierce, in addition to its many wondrous uses of divine sense.

When one's cultivation reaches a high level, a single talisman can command mountain gods, local deities, ghost soldiers, and other spirits or monsters to serve one's purpose.

However, this method of summoning immortals requires sincerity to be effective. Even if one performs hand seals and chants incantations hundreds of times, the immortals must respond willingly for the magic to manifest.

However, those who invoke the magic of immortals are all true immortals or quasi-immortals.

The exorcism technique, however, commands low-level ghost soldiers, mountain gods, and spirits.
Zhao Wuji carefully pondered the differences between the two techniques.

In short, summoning immortals is like asking a powerful figure for help, while exorcising spirits is like getting your underlings to do the work.

One relies on divine favor and reputation to win people over with virtue, while the other relies on magic and fists to win people over with force.

However, in this degenerate age, both of these techniques have their drawbacks.

This world today.

Let alone quasi-immortals and true immortals, even those legendary ghost soldiers, mountain gods and monsters have long since disappeared and are hard to find.

"Since it is a celestial art, it must have something special about it..."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, his thoughts racing.

"The Mahayana Immortal Venerable and the white-robed sword immortal seen behind the Gate of Mysterious Female, even if they were just past phantoms, should still be able to summon some of their profound power."

If one cultivates the art of summoning immortals to a high level, one can naturally invite true immortals to descend to the mortal realm and assist one.

However, in subtle ways, one can also use magic to descend and temporarily gain the mystical powers of the immortals, which can be used to resolve dangers, perform divination, and bestow blessings.

However, what he cared about more at this moment was the spatial hub array pattern condensed in his dantian and the advancement of the Pot Heaven Technique.

In that instant, he not only grasped the mystery of the Summoning Immortal Technique, but also, due to the changes in the inner landscape, his Pot Heaven Technique broke through, giving rise to new insights.

"It seems that my inner vision has already established a connection with the mysterious land behind the Gate of Mysterious Female through the core of the sixth divine sense."

The illusory image of the ancient Jianmu tree within the inner landscape directly extended into the mysterious land behind the Gate of Mysterious Female, truly establishing a connection with that ancient Jianmu tree.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji could feel the vast and boundless ancient immortal spiritual energy surging down along the meridians of the Jianmu phantom, like the Milky Way pouring in from above, directly entering the inner secret realm.

Under the influence of this pure spiritual energy, the inner golden core is solidifying and refining at a visible speed, and the Dao patterns on its surface are becoming increasingly brilliant.

The gate to the Mysterious Female Gate has now expanded to more than ten feet, and the ancient aura emanating from behind it is becoming increasingly intense.

Judging from this trend, the cultivation progress of the Inner Realm Golden Core is likely to catch up and surpass the other two Golden Core cultivators, and may be the first to break through to the Perfection Realm!

This scene is remarkably similar to the time when he used his demon tree clone to connect the Southern Heavenly Realm and link the Second Heavenly Space.

However, the illusory image of Jianmu is now connected to the legacy of a truly ancient and mysterious land.

The interior spaces, nourished by this, are like withered trees coming back to life, with every inch of space undergoing a transformation.

"Is the development of the Inner Realm also influenced by my subconscious?"

But this has also deepened my understanding of 'space,' and now, perhaps I can try to put some of my previous unrealistic assumptions into practice.”

Zhao Wuji pondered, his eyes gleaming, and suddenly made a hand seal to unleash the Pot Heaven Technique.

"Buzz!"

The inner realm of the dantian suddenly trembled!

The Pot Heaven Technique, having reached the 'outstanding' level, is capable of opening up a third Pot Heaven space.

But at this moment, his mind raced, and he was determined to accomplish the crazy thing he had never done before: to directly 'plant' this newly born Pot Heaven space within the Inner Realm!

"Crack!"

A crisp sound, like a mirror shattering, echoed through his mind.

In an instant, Zhao Wuji's sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently!
The sixth divine sense core burst forth with dazzling golden light, and spatial ripples like a spider web spread from the void, perfectly merging with the pivotal array patterns in the inner landscape.

"Om!!"

At the crevices of the Gate of Mystery, a wisp of ancient spiritual energy descended like a silver river, its crystal-clear threads weaving into a net in the void, firmly anchoring the originally ethereal inner realm to the real dimension.

"It's done!"

Zhao Wuji was deeply moved. Looking inside, he saw a small space, about ten feet in size, slowly unfolding within the inner realm.

This was a mystery he had pondered for many years but could not unravel!

To know.

The inner realm is an illusory existence within the cultivator's spiritual platform, existing between reality and illusion, elusive and unpredictable.

But at this moment.
The illusory image of Jianmu, like a jade pillar supporting the sky, connects the two realms; the spatial hub array patterns, like a golden lock linked together, stabilize the universe.

This small space of the mind was actually "nailed" to reality!
The beginning of everything was his sixth divine sense core, which, with his will as the core, locked onto the inner realm secret realm and the gate of the mysterious female, and then gave birth to the spatial hub array pattern due to his enlightenment.

"Turning the abstract into the concrete."

He stared at the vortex at the edge of the Pot Heaven Space, which was constantly devouring the gaps in the Gate of Mysterious Female, and his mind trembled.

This space, which may seem to be only a few feet in size, is actually a bridge connecting the ancient celestial court.

The ancient spiritual energy surging within was gradually transforming his inner realm and golden core.

"perhaps."

The magnificent celestial court beyond the Gate of Mysterious Female appeared in Zhao Wuji's mind.

Although it is now in the past, there are still many mysteries and wonders waiting to be discovered.

For example, the Mahayana method of dismembering the body taught by the Heavenly Venerable.

This step taken today is like carving out a path to heaven in the Dharma-ending Age, which may be the opportunity to become an immortal in the future.

"Now, it's time to try invoking the spirits."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, his fingers forming hand seals that danced like phantoms, while he silently recited an incantation to summon the immortals.

In an instant, the profound fluctuations of the Immortal Summoning Technique pierced through the Gate of Mysterious Female, pointing directly at the two peerless figures behind the gate.

The black-robed celestial being preaching and the white-clad sword immortal arriving on a sword.

"Buzz!"

The magical fluctuations vanished without a trace, leaving the illusory figure behind the door completely still, without even a ripple.

"Not sincere enough?"

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly. "This art of summoning immortals emphasizes the principle of 'offering gifts.' Not only does sincerity bring results, but there must also be a karmic connection involved."

He suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and as he rolled up his sleeves, two tokens were already floating in his palm.

One is the Sword Immortal Mountain Entry Token obtained from the Seven-Colored Pavilion, and the other is the Ancient Sword Token.

These two orders, placed side by side, exude a faint, ancient charm in the twilight.

"Since there is no cause, let's forge a connection. Let's start with that white-robed sword immortal senior."

Zhao Wuji held the order up to his eyebrows with both hands.

Like a ritual performed in the mortal world, he bowed three times in the direction of Immortal Sword Mountain, much to Yan Lan's astonishment.

Each time you bow, the token lights up by one point.

By the third bow, the two commands resonated with a clear and melodious sound, like swords chanting in harmony.

Golden runes, invoking divine magic, flowed down from between his brows, outlining mysterious patterns on the token's surface.
In an instant, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a sharp light!
"Sincerity moves mountains; let the sword be the guide!"

"Zheng!"

In an instant, the illusory image of the Celestial Court behind the Gate of Mysterious Female rippled like water.

The white-robed sword immortal, who was discussing the Dao with the black-robed celestial being, seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around, his sword eyes piercing through countless ages like lightning.

"what?"

A soft murmur exploded like a thunderclap.

But the sword immortal flicked his finger lightly.

A dazzling sword light, like a reversed Milky Way, surged down along the meridians of the Jianmu tree.

Wherever it passed, the ancient spiritual energy surged and transformed into a sky full of starlight to pave the path of the sword.

"Zheng!!"

The sound of swords echoed throughout the inner world.

In that instant, a deafening sword cry suddenly erupted from the deepest part of the ancient sword domain.

At the summit of Sword Immortal Mountain, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, which had been dormant for ten thousand years, suddenly trembled violently.

Nine jade-green blades of grass, like swords drawn from their sheaths, burst forth with a chilling light that pierces the heavens.

The dewdrop on the tip of the grass exploded with a roar, transforming into countless fine sword energies that swept across the entire immortal mountain.

"Boom!"

The entire Sword Immortal Mountain was rumbling and trembling, and countless ancient sword patterns appeared on its surface.

Broken swords, scattered across the mountains, lay fallen like a forest, their hilts striking the ground with a metallic clang, as if paying homage to the supreme sword master.

Deep within the mountain, nine sword pools boiled simultaneously, their waters transforming into soaring sword rainbows that pierced the clouds.

This sudden change shook the entire Ancient Sword Domain.

Within the Path of the Setting Sun Sword, countless wandering sword spirits let out mournful howls, and the sword intent dormant among the ruins was fully awakened.

"This is."

The Immortal Saint Sect Master, Cang Yunzi, with his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, had just stepped onto the outer edge of Sword Immortal Mountain when he saw thousands of plants and trees suddenly straighten up like swords.

Each blade of grass burst forth with a three-foot-long green light, and amidst the splashing rocks, it transformed into a sharp sword aura that rushed towards us!

"retreat!"

His pupils contracted sharply, and the Tai Chi diagram spun wildly behind him, with Yin and Yang sword energies intertwining into a net.

However, the sword energy from the grass and trees was like a malignant tumor, instantly tearing through the protective spiritual light and forcing this Nascent Soul expert to retreat a thousand feet!

"Nine-Leaf Sword Grass Cries!?"

Not far away, the Nine Nether Demon Lord's scarlet demonic eyes contracted violently.

At the summit of Sword Immortal Mountain, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass radiated a dazzling blue light, its nine leaves spinning like celestial swords, each rotation causing the void to tremble.

The sword patterns on the mountain's surface, which had been dormant for millennia, now seemed to come alive, emanating an ancient sword intent that made his heart tremble.

"This plant"

The Demon Lord's eyes flashed with demonic light, and demonic energy from the netherworld condensed into armor around him. "Why the sudden upheaval? Could it truly be the arrival of a once-in-a-millennium upheaval?"

The entire sword domain was echoing the sword chants of the sword grass.

"Rumble--"

At the edge of the Starfall Sword Plains, countless sword energies swirled like a raging sandstorm, unleashing a sword storm that blotted out the sky.

His yellow robes and dark blue garments fluttered in the wind, and his cloudy old eyes suddenly gleamed with a sharp light as he abruptly turned his head to look into the distance.

On the horizon, a tidal wave of sword energy, stretching from the sky to the earth, surged forth like a raging sea.

Wherever it passed, the void twisted and cracked, and countless broken swords burst forth from the earth's veins, transforming into sword dragons that roared and swirled.

"Sword Qi Tide?!"

Pang Xixue's silver hair danced wildly, and the protective sword aura around her body flickered uncertainly under the impact of the violent sword intent.

The Sword Lord of Heaven held his ancient sword in the air, the sword pattern between his brows shining like stars, and solemnly said, "The sword domain restrictions have flared up."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Shang suddenly laughed loudly, his hunched body soaring into the air like a roc spreading its wings.

"Elder Pang, Fellow Daoist Li!"

As he rolled up his sleeves, he activated the Free and Unfettered Wandering Technique to its fullest extent, transforming himself into a streak of azure lightning that pierced through the sword tide behind him.

A hoarse laugh pierced through the sword's cry and echoed from afar: "I merely obtained a sword token from Wei Le, and I have never harmed a single hair on the head of a Sword Sect disciple, nor have I colluded with demons. This Blood Puppet Technique, simply dispel it!"

"Shh!"

The Immortal Saint Sect disciple who remained in place suddenly lost his bloody aura, the crimson in his eyes faded, and he staggered to the ground, his face full of bewilderment. "Sword Lord!"

Pang Xixue swept her sleeves, and a crimson sword rainbow enveloped her disciple, lifting him up.

As the Sword Sovereign gazed at the ever-approaching tide of swords, the ancient sword suddenly emitted a clear, melodious dragon's roar: "Elder Pang, you should go. It seems that a change is about to occur in the Sword Domain. I must go to the Burial Sword Valley with the Ancestor."

"Take care of yourself!"

Pang Xixue bowed deeply, and two sword rainbows instantly pierced the sky, disappearing into the dusky yellow sky.

The tide of swords behind him suddenly engulfed the spot.

The sound of countless broken swords clashing was like a thunderclap, echoing for a long time.
At this very moment, at the edge of the Mirror Lake Sword Realm, the changes are incredibly intense!
“Swish, swish, swish!!”

Thousands of sword grasses on the lakeside stand taut like bows, their tips bursting forth with a three-foot-long green gleam.

The originally drooping, withered branches trembled violently, and the broken branches, like sharp swords piercing the air, swirled around Zhao Wuji like a sword wheel.

Even more astonishingly, the calm, mirror-like lake surface suddenly boiled, with raging waves crashing to the sky.

Countless water droplets rose into the air, each one reflecting the eerie phantom of the sword realm.

"Junior disciple!? What happened? Retreat quickly!"

Yan Lan's expression changed drastically, her red dress fluttering as she staggered back several steps, her beautiful eyes reflecting the magnificent spectacle.

Hundreds of millions of water droplets intertwined in the air to form swords, and inside each water droplet of each sword, it seemed as if mountains and rivers were upside down and starlight was rotating.

It was as if each drop of water from the sword was a world unto itself.

The sword energy bursting from the green grass by the lake flowed like a hundred rivers into the sea, all disappearing into those water swords.

"This is."

Her red lips parted slightly, and she suddenly realized that these sword energies not only did not harm Zhao Wuji in the slightest, but instead converged on him like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.

Her previously tense body suddenly relaxed, and her fiery skirt cascaded down, remaining perfectly still amidst the raging tide of sword energy.

"Crack!"

The barrier of the Shifting Scene Technique was shattered by the sword energy.

Just then, Lin Dengxian appeared several hundred feet away.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao!?"

The pupils of this Immortal Saint Sect prodigy suddenly contracted.

From afar, he saw the water swords that filled the lakeside suddenly collapse into a point of blue light, which pierced into Zhao Wuji's brow like a falling meteor.

"The reason why the Mirror Lake Sword Realm has stirred up trouble is because of him?"

Lin Dengxian gasped, instinctively stopping in his tracks, only to realize with a start that the flying sword in his sleeve was trembling and groaning.

At this moment, the green light merged into Zhao Wuji's brow.

Within the inner realm of his body, strange phenomena arose once more.

But when the sword light passed through the Gate of Mysterious Female, it condensed and contracted on its own.

Ultimately, it transformed into a three-inch green blade, which gently floated down onto the spiritual soil of the inner realm.

Zhao Wuji was shocked. He saw the green blade take root on the ground and grow into a sword-shaped herb in the blink of an eye.

The sword is made of nine delicate grass leaves intertwined together, its entire body is emerald green like jade, and there is a shimmering starlight flowing between the veins of the leaves.

The blades of grass were like blades, their edges gleaming with a blinding cold light, and when they swayed gently, they produced a metallic clang.

Even more astonishing is that the surface of the grass leaves is naturally engraved with mysterious sword patterns, each pattern containing supreme sword intent and reflecting different sword realm phantoms.

After just a moment of gazing, his insights into swordsmanship surged like the rising tide of the spring river.

"This is... Nine-Leaf Sword Grass? The sword light that the white-robed sword immortal flicked from the past actually caused the ancient sword domain to tremble and stirred the sword intent of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass?"

Zhao Wuji was shaken to his core. The moment his divine sense touched the tip of the sword grass leaf, he felt as if he had fallen into a galaxy.

The fine dewdrops on the grass blades reflected countless illusory images of the sword realm.

Each drop of water is like an independent sword domain, with sword energy flowing like dragons and snakes within, evolving different true meanings of swordsmanship.

"A body of water reveals a world; a sword defines a realm."

Zhao Wuji was deeply shocked.

The swordsmanship proficiency within the second Yang Pearl skyrocketed.

Observe this sword transforming the world.

Countless shattered sword techniques reassembled in his sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into a surging torrent:
It possesses a sharp, rainbow-like sword aura that stretches across the heavens.

It possesses the exquisite power of sword light cutting through the void like silk threads.

Even more, ancient sword techniques that had been lost for a long time circulated within my mind.
In a daze, he seemed to see the white-robed sword immortal swing his sleeve and unleash a sword strike.

As soon as the sword was drawn, a lotus flower bloomed in the void.

Each lotus petal is a miniature sword domain, and at the heart of the lotus, there is an image of stars rotating.

"I see."

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly flashed with a blinding sword light.

Within the Second Yang Pearl, the swordsmanship suddenly shone brightly, breaking through from the pinnacle to the realm of divine mastery.

This was the first Earthly Fiend Technique that he had mastered to a superb level.

The sword control technique thus entered the level of "one sword encompassing a domain".

The sword transforms into a domain, but it does not mean that it transforms into a true sword realm.

Instead, it involves condensing one's own sword intent to its extreme, causing the sword energy to generate its own domain.

Although it cannot evolve into a real sword world like the sword that creates a world, it can still briefly open up the realm of swordsmanship!
"Zheng!!"

Zhao Wuji pointed his fingers like a sword, and suddenly a dazzling sword light burst forth from his body.

Before the Cold Soul Sword was even drawn, a clear and melodious sword cry resounded within a radius of a hundred feet.

The sword grass by the lake swayed without wind, its blades pointing at his figure like ten thousand swords paying homage.

"Congeal!"

With a clear shout, hundreds of sword energies suddenly froze in mid-air. Each sword energy reflected different sword techniques like a mirror, intertwining to form a net.

Where the sword energy intertwined, blurry phantom images of mountains and rivers appeared.

This is the prototype of the Sword Domain!
"Master's nephew!"

Yan Lan stood up in surprise, her beautiful eyes reflecting the fantastical scene created by Zhao Wuji.

More than three months have passed since the last anomaly at Mirror Lake, and Zhao Wuji has finally reacted again today.

"One sword transforms the domain!"

Hundreds of feet away, Lin Dengxian, who had been observing without disturbing anyone, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with disbelief and excited anticipation.

It was unbelievable that Zhao Wuji had actually comprehended the legendary realm of "One Sword Transforms the Domain".

At this moment, within a three-zhang radius around Zhao Wuji, the sword energy had already formed its own system.

Sometimes it was like a torrential downpour, sometimes like the rotation of a galaxy, and sometimes wisps of sword intent darted and swam through the void like fish.

"Could this be... a sword that transforms into a domain?"

Yan Lan was surprised, but then suddenly realized what was happening, and her pretty face lit up with joy.

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!
"Crash!!"

Suddenly, thousands of water jets exploded on the surface of Mirror Lake.

Each drop of water, guided by the sword energy, transforms into a three-inch-long blade, with miniature landscape images flowing within the water sword.

In an instant, the entire Mirror Lake became an extension of Zhao Wuji's sword domain!
Within Zhao Wuji's inner dantian, the dew on the sword grass shone brightly, causing all nine blades of grass to tremble simultaneously.

The largest dewdrop on the leaf tip exploded with a bang, and the phantom of the sword realm that emerged inside resonated with the water sword in the lake.

In a daze, the sword energy around him turned into mist.

The mist, resembling countless tiny water droplets, revealed various figures, forming a domain.

Yan Lan, who was closest to the sword, widened her eyes as if she could see countless figures of Zhao Wuji wielding their swords and practicing martial arts in different sword domains.
Zhao Wuji was suddenly jolted awake from his state of enlightenment.

Within the inner secret realm, the sword grass swayed gently.

"Zheng!"

The grass sword hummed softly, and the secret realm trembled.

The branches and leaves of the Jianmu tree's illusory form moved swiftly without wind, cascading down countless strands of spiritual energy.

The Gate of Mysterious Female had already opened ten feet wide, within which blurred images of the ancient Jianmu tree and the Celestial Court flowed, and the laughter of the white-robed sword immortal could be faintly heard: "Good!"

It is unclear whether this praises the Heavenly Venerable's sermon or the praising of a sword cultivator in later generations who fervently sought guidance from the immortal.

"This trip has truly been very fruitful!"

Zhao Wuji fully regained consciousness, opened his eyes, and looked at the misty sword energy domain surrounding him.

He let out a long laugh and lightly traced a line with his sword finger.

Sword energy instantly surged within the Pot Heaven space, transforming into a misty sword domain that enveloped the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

The sword grass shone brightly under the nourishment of the misty sword intent, as if it were growing, thus forming a complementary relationship.

"wonderful!"

Zhao Wuji's mind was in turmoil as he gazed inward at the swaying Nine-Leaf Sword Grass within the inner realm.

"The art of summoning immortals is truly wondrous."

He thought to himself, "He actually managed to summon a sword intent from that ancient white-robed sword immortal for me."

He could sense that this sword grass not only contained the supreme essence of swordsmanship, allowing him to comprehend the way of the sword, but could also be transformed into a devastating strike.

The power it contains is likely far greater than the sword intent bestowed by the Sword Lord of Asking Heaven and the Sword Ancestor of Qilin.

Once unleashed, it could be earth-shattering!

"but."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly.

Once such sword intent is unleashed, it will inevitably dissipate completely.

If he were to ascend Sword Immortal Mountain in the future, this item might still be of great use; it should never be used lightly except in a life-or-death situation.

"Master's nephew!"

At this moment, Yan Lan saw the surrounding strange phenomena gradually dissipate, and immediately floated over, her beautiful eyes sparkling with surprise: "Have you comprehended the Sword Domain Transformation Technique?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji stood up, nodded, and smiled, "Indeed, you've grasped it. It's a pleasant surprise, much faster than I expected."

"You had this sudden realization three months ago!"

Yan Lan's beautiful eyes widened, and she lightly touched Zhao Wuji's brow with her slender finger, scolding him, "If your breathing weren't so steady, I would have thought you had gone mad!"

"Oh? Three months have passed?"

Zhao Wuji raised a slight brow in surprise, looked up at the sky, and saw clouds rolling and unfolding, as if from another world.

Not far away, Lin Dengxian stood up, dressed in white, his expression complex yet filled with sincere admiration.

"Congratulations, Brother Zhao, on your remarkable progress in swordsmanship! I, Lin, am far behind you!"

He bowed respectfully, his tone sincere.

As this prodigy from the Immortal Saint Sect gazed at Zhao Wuji's figure, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

He prided himself on his exceptional talent, yet he paled in comparison to this man.

He felt no jealousy whatsoever, but the anxiety of being left far behind was ever-present.

"Fellow Daoist Lin is too modest. When did you arrive?"

Zhao Wuji smiled and returned the greeting to Lin Dengxian with a cupped-hand salute.

Lin Dengxian, dressed in white, with a sword-like aura between his brows, said calmly, "I came here two months ago in search of Miss Yan's aura."

Now that Miss Yan knows Fellow Daoist Zhao, and with him protecting her, I, Lin, am at ease.

As he spoke, he nodded slightly to Yan Lan, said "Farewell," and then turned and left, his back like a solitary peak, quickly disappearing into the vast twilight of the Sword Domain.

Yan Lan watched the departing figure, her red lips parted slightly: "This person does have the demeanor of a gentleman, which is truly rare. The Immortal Saint Sect is indeed worthy of its reputation as a great sect."

"Those who are passionate about the sword are mostly of outstanding character. What's more, he also practices the Wudang Tai Chi Sword Technique!"

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, "Fellow Daoist Lin's character is indeed quite good."

His gaze turned to Mirror Lake, whose surface was like a mirror, reflecting the sword light that filled the sky.

"Uncle."

Zhao Wuji's voice was calm yet sharp, "Now that I have mastered the One Sword Transformation Domain, it is time to delve deeper into Mirror Lake."

Upon hearing this, Yan Lan's delicate body trembled slightly, and a rare hint of worry flashed in her beautiful eyes: "So fast? Although you've broken through, are you really confident?"

(End of this chapter)