Immortals of the End Times

Half a day later, the battle was completely over.

The Wang family's Balong Mountain was in complete disarray.

The mountains collapsed, and embers of lightning still flickered among the ruins, the air thick with the smell of burning and blood.

The Wang family cultivators busily cleaned up the battlefield and imprisoned the prisoners.

Even the severely injured cultivators sat cross-legged to regulate their breathing, but their expressions revealed an uncontrollable sense of relaxation and excitement.

Although the battle was thrilling and dangerous, fortunately, the Wang family ultimately emerged victorious.

The patriarchs of both the Zhou family and the Yang family of Hongnong were killed. This terrifying victory left many Wang family cultivators feeling as if they were in a dream.

At this moment, in the Wang family's secret territory within Balong Mountain.

The entrance to the Second Heavenly Chamber was faintly visible, and the space rippled like waves, as if it might close at any moment.

Inside the Pot Heaven space.

The demonic tree clone, towering a thousand feet tall, fully revealed its true form, majestic as a mountain.

The trunk is as thick as a pillar supporting the sky, and dark golden blood flows from the cracks in the bark, surging under the bark like magma, sometimes swelling like a tumor, sometimes tearing the branches and splattering out foul-smelling green blood plasma.

Its branches are gnarled and twisted like dragons, each one wrapped with arcs of blood-red lightning.

The tree canopy blocked out the sun, and countless blood-red branches writhed like giant pythons, sometimes contracting, sometimes dancing wildly, as if enduring some indescribable pain.

The most horrifying part is its neck.

Xiang Yu's true head, with its red hair dancing wildly and its double pupils like a blood moon hanging in the sky, swept across the entire Hutian space with its domineering and fierce aura, causing the surrounding void to tremble slightly.

However, the demon tree clone was not at ease at this moment.

"boom!!"

Xiang Yu's left leg, now a broken body, suddenly trembled. Dark gold patterns slithered like living snakes, stirring up a blood-red gale that instantly tore apart the waist of the demon tree clone.

From the jagged cracks, writhing dark gold veins were revealed, and true blood gushed out like lava, scorching the ground with a sizzling sound.

The demon tree clone roared in pain, its main trunk trembled violently, and thousands of blood branches frantically retracted, attempting to suppress the riot caused by the remains of its left leg.

But each act of suppression only provokes stronger resistance.

Beneath the demon tree.

Her red dress was stained with dust, her expression was weary, but the golden beam of light between her brows never broke.

However, the golden glow had thinned considerably compared to the beginning, clearly indicating that Xiang Yu's luck had also been greatly depleted.

She pursed her red lips slightly, looked at Zhao Wuji beside her, and shook her head, saying:
"The domineering spirit of these remains is backfiring... Xiang Yu was a man who would rather be shattered to pieces than submit to the will of Heaven, let alone be refined like this?"

She made a hand seal with her fingertips, and the crimson-gold pillar of light suddenly intensified. Ancient phantoms vaguely appeared in the golden glow, and ancient war songs echoed, trying to soothe the restlessness of her broken body.

However, the severed left leg continued to struggle, even causing Hua Qingshuang's body to sway slightly, and the beam of light between her brows to flicker uncertainly.

She took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Even if you are someone recognized by Xiang Yu's true head and remnant soul, it will be very difficult to subdue these remains."

Zhao Wuji made a series of hand seals, and his fingertips emitted azure light.

The medical techniques transformed into strands of life force that coiled around the waist of the demon tree's clone, causing its flesh and blood to writhe.

The laceration healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, he had just used magic to suppress the riot caused by the remains of his left arm.

The severed right leg suddenly trembled, and the dark gold patterns burst open like magma.

A violent and domineering aura erupted, tearing apart the iron-hard trunk of the demon tree clone.

Branches snapped and green blood gushed out like a waterfall!
"laugh!!"

The demonic tree clone roared angrily, shaking the heavens, and its main trunk trembled violently.

If it weren't for the fact that it is a towering ancient tree, a species discovered in the ancient sword domain with a mysterious origin and an abyss-like vitality, coupled with Zhao Wuji's unparalleled medical skills...

They were probably torn to shreds by the backlash from those mangled remains!
Zhao Wuji frowned and said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect that even with the help of your Hua clan's Xiang Yu's luck, subduing these crippled bodies would still be so difficult..."

His gaze swept over the constantly cracking and healing trunk of the demon tree clone, and he shook his head and sighed, "No wonder these families all covet the support of your Hua clan."

Without your suppressing influence, let alone subduing this crippled body, even temporarily controlling it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven!

At this time, within the territory of the Yang family in Youqing, Nanchu Prefecture.

The Immortal Martial Sect cultivators had only been attacking the Yang family for half a day when they suddenly ceased their offensive.

Yan Haoyang, the sect leader of the Immortal Martial Sect, retreated back to the spirit boat.

He gripped a communication jade talisman tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on the image reflected within the talisman.

In the scene, a demon-like figure stood tall, its neck bearing the wrathful head of Xiang Yu, its red hair dancing wildly. Its double pupils, like blood moons, hung in the air, and its domineering and ferocious aura seemed to emanate from the jade talisman!

Before that demonic figure, an old man in black robes stood in mid-air, holding a Thunderclap Spear. The lightning at the tip of the spear roared like an angry dragon, tearing through the sky.

"Ancestor Tiannan?!"

Yan Haoyang's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at that aged yet cold face.

The old man had eyes as deep as abyss and a face that was ancient, cold, and indifferent. Although he had not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage, he inexplicably gave people a sense of unease.

"He's not a Nascent Soul cultivator, yet he killed Zhou Wu and Yang Tianci. Just who is this person?!"
And Yang Xiong, could it be that he cultivated the Bone Demon Lord's demonic body-refining technique? How did he end up looking like this?

Yan Haoyang's heart pounded wildly, and he almost crushed the jade talisman in his hand.

Within the Yang family, Lü Xianghan of the Lü family only offered token resistance a few times. Seeing the fierce attack from the Immortal Martial Sect, he immediately refused Yang Su's offer to stay and quietly abandoned the Yang family's Immortal Mountain, retreating away.

However, they hadn't even run far from the Yang family's house.

A cultivator from the Lü family came to report in a panic: "Patriarch! The allied forces of the Zhou family and the Yang family of Hongnong have been completely wiped out by the Wang family!"

"what?!"

Lu Xianghan's hand, which was controlling the spirit boat, suddenly froze, and his pupils shrank to needle size!

What shocked him even more was what the monk said next.
"Yang Xiong had already secretly rushed to the aid of the Wang family through the teleportation array, and even joined forces with a powerful figure known as the 'Ancestor of Tiannan' to kill Zhou Wu and Yang Tianci, two Nascent Soul True Monarchs!"

"Ancestor Tiannan!? Yang Xiong really did teleport to the Wang family long ago, leaving me here at the Yang family to set up an empty city stratagem!?"

Lu Xianghan was shaken to his core, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

What shocked him even more was that Zhou Wu and Yang Tianci had both been killed, which sent shockwaves through his mind.

"Patriarch, we..." the Lü family cultivator asked in a trembling voice.

Lu Xianghan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "Go back! Go back to the Yang family immediately!"

"Huh? But we wanted to..."

"Shut up! If Yang Xiong finds out that I abandoned the Yang family and fled, he will surely not let my Lü family off the hook. Go back immediately!!"

With a sharp shout, Lü Xianghan's dark golden true essence surged, and he shook off the spirit boat, transforming into a streak of light, returning to the Yang family's mountain gate even faster than when he came!
at the same time.

The cultivators of the Immortal Martial Sect also received word of this, and their originally aggressive offensive instantly receded like a receding tide.

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"

One by one, the spirit boats changed direction and fled back to the Immortal Martial Sect in a panic.

Then the protective formation closed with a roar, and the entire mountain gate instantly disappeared into the clouds and mist, no longer daring to make any rash moves against the outside world.

Three days later.

More cultivators' remains have been added beneath the six sacred mountains of the Wang family.

With the embers of the battlefield still warm, in the secret realm's Heavenly Pot Space, the Demon Tree clone, with the assistance of Xiang Yu's fortune provided by Hua Qingshuang, finally managed to temporarily control the numerous remains of Xiang Yu.

Dark gold blood formed twisted veins between the branches, like chains binding restless limbs.

Beside her, Hua Qingshuang let out a soft breath. The crimson gold mark between her brows had faded to a wisp of smoke, but she stumbled as she stood up.

"careful!"

Zhao Wuji flashed forward, his right hand firmly supporting her slender waist.

Hua Qingshuang's body went limp, and she fell into his arms. Her white dress spread out like clouds, and a faint fragrance lingered in her hair.

"Unrestrained."

She tilted her head slightly, a hint of panic flashing in her cool eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

"do not move."

Zhao Wuji's voice was deep. He gently placed his left hand on her back, made a hand seal, and used his medical skills to channel pure spiritual energy into her body. "Your mental energy has been greatly depleted. You need to rest."

Hua Qingshuang pursed her lips, ultimately unable to break free from the embrace that made her body even weaker.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with her sleeve and whispered, "Xiang Yu's true head can only intimidate his broken body, but cannot subdue his original domineering will."

If they persist, within half a month, these remnants will tear apart the demon tree's avatar and break free.

She raised her eyes to the northeastern horizon, her double pupils shimmering with golden light: "The secret of the Lü family, the Heart Meridian of Xiang Yu, is the key to controlling all the remaining bodies. The Heart Meridian is the source of hegemonic intent; only by obtaining the Heart Meridian can the remaining bodies of Xiang Yu be completely returned to the heart."

"Heart meridian."

Zhao Wuji nodded, his gaze sweeping across the Yang family's location like lightning: "Then I'll go and retrieve the heart meridian. Now that we've gathered most of the remaining parts, how can we let this go to waste?"

"Besides, that old fellow Lü Xianghan deserted his post a few days ago, clearly a fence-sitter with ulterior motives."

He paused, looking at Hua Qingshuang in his arms, "Peak Master, you don't need to come with me this time. You can just rest and recuperate in the clan."

"Um"

Hua Qingshuang nodded slightly. Facing Zhao Wuji's gaze, a faint blush appeared on her usually icy cheeks, standing out against her pale skin.

"Tsk tsk tsk"

A mocking voice suddenly rang out.

Yan Lan had appeared not far away at some point, her red lips slightly curved, her beautiful eyes full of mischief: "Junior nephew, you've already hugged Junior Sister Hua so quickly? Have you forgotten about your senior uncle?"

She lightly touched her lips with her slender finger and smiled charmingly, "Why don't you also throw yourself into my arms, so you can have one on each side? Wouldn't that be even more enjoyable?"

"Senior sister!"

A hint of reserved embarrassment flashed across Hua Qingshuang's usually cool face, and the tips of her ears turned crimson. She struggled to get up, but Zhao Wuji held her firmly in his arms.

“If my senior master is willing, I wouldn’t mind.”

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow and smiled, his eyes clear and bright. "But now."

He looked at Yan Lan and said, "I am about to set off for the Yang family. I will leave the Peak Master in your care, Uncle Master."

"You little brat, you want to have your cake and eat it too? Dream on!"

Yan Lan rolled her eyes, flicked her red sleeve, and chuckled lazily.

"Go ahead, it's been many years since Junior Sister Hua and I last got together. We can sit down and have a private chat. But you're not allowed to eavesdrop through the curse seal."

"Uncle-Master, you are joking. How could I be that kind of person?"

Zhao Wuji smiled. The feeling of being with Yan Lan and Hua Qingshuang had always been the most pleasant period of his life in the cultivation world, and it still was now.

After sending Hua Qingshuang and Yan Lan out of the Pot Heaven Space.

Zhao Wuji then used the teleportation array to travel to the Yang family of Youqing.

Within the ancestral homeland of the Yang family.

Zhao Wuji, dressed in a black robe, sat calmly in the main seat.

Beside him, the demon tree clone had transformed into Yang Xiong's appearance and stood standing there.

Yang Peng, the Supreme Elder of the Yang family, who had been summoned to report the situation, respectfully gave his report.

"My lord, that old fox Lü Xianghan, after seeing the Immortal Martial Sect withdraw, immediately led the Lü family away, saying he wanted to return to the Lü family."

Yang Peng shook his head helplessly and said, "We couldn't stop them even if we tried."

At this moment, Yang Su also rushed over from outside the hall, his face ashen. He reported, "My lord, I was tracking the Lü family's group when I heard your message and returned immediately. That old bastard Lü Xianghan runs faster than a rabbit."

Zhao Wuji calmly said, "You previously reported that the old fox Lü Xianghan abandoned the Yang family and fled during the attack on the Immortal Martial Sect?"

Yang Su snorted coldly: "That's right! When the Immortal Martial Sect first attacked, this scoundrel used the excuse of scouting the enemy's situation to slip away with his confidants."

I went to persuade him to stay, but he intimidated and humiliated me with his Nascent Soul cultivation level.

"When did that old man leave?" Zhao Wuji reached out and picked up his teacup.

"It has been more than an hour."

Yang Peng hurriedly added, "When that old scoundrel left, he even tried to ask us for Xiang Yu's true blood, but we didn't give it to him."

"That old devil, he's asking for it."

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and he suddenly made a hand seal and chanted an incantation.

Instantly, his pupils glowed with a deep blue light, and strands of divine consciousness spread out in all directions like a spider web.

It is the Soul-Chasing Technique's Soul-Locking Across Thousands of Miles!

A faint golden trail appeared in the air, the lingering aura of Lü Xianghan.

Zhao Wuji's divine sense extended along the trajectory and quickly detected an aura in the southeast direction.

"interesting."

Zhao Wuji sneered, "That old fox actually parted ways with the main force of the Lü family and went to the southwest alone."

Yang Xiong, the clone of the demon tree, sneered: "This old thief is cunning! He probably anticipated that we would search for the heart meridian."

"Let's go, intercept him, we don't have much time to waste."

Zhao Wuji stood up, his black robe fluttering even without wind.

He made a hand seal with his fingertips, and a wisp of breeze rose from beneath his feet, instantly transforming into a howling gale.

The demon tree clone also used the Wind Control Technique, immediately transforming into a streak of light to give chase.

The two figures blurred simultaneously, transforming into two streaks of light, one black and one red, that streaked away into the sky.

The mountains along the way twisted and deformed at terrifying speed, turning into blurry blocks of color that flew backward.

The gale was like a knife, but it automatically separated when it touched the protective aura of the two people, emitting a piercing shriek.

After chasing for more than three thousand miles, Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his hand to signal.

The Thunderclap Spear hummed and trembled in his palm, its tip flickering with lightning.

Below was a valley shrouded in thick fog, seemingly ordinary, yet faint fluctuations of a formation could be felt.

Golden light shone in his double pupils, instantly piercing through layers of mist.

Deep in the mountains and forests, a sneaky figure was hiding at the core of the formation, the array plate in his hand shimmering with spiritual light. Who else could it be but Lü Xianghan?

"Master Lü has quite the refined taste."

Zhao Wuji's voice boomed like thunder from the heavens, making the valley reverberate. "The Yang family treated you so well, yet you refused to stay. Instead, you came to this beautiful place to enjoy the scenery?"

Before the words were even finished, the Thunderclap Spear had already transformed into a bolt of purple lightning and struck down.

With a deafening roar, the mist in the valley was split in two by the sharp force of the energy, revealing Lü Xianghan's horrified face.

The old fox's array plate still glowed with spiritual light, clearly still clinging to a sliver of hope.

"The Yang family head?"

Lu Xianghan suppressed his panic, his gaze sweeping over the ferocious face of the demon tree clone, and he quickly bowed.

When he turned to Zhao Wuji, fine beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead. "And this one... shouldn't this be the Tiannan Patriarch? What's wrong with you two?"

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, the Thunderclap Spear hovering beside him, its tip occasionally bursting with dazzling lightning.

He looked at Lü Xianghan with a half-smile: "Didn't Patriarch Lü say he was going back to the Lü family? Why did you abandon your main force and come to this desolate wilderness?"

Lu Xianghan's forehead vein throbbed, and he chuckled dryly, "I was actually worried that Sect Master Yan of the Immortal Martial Sect would pursue me and cause me trouble, so I deliberately separated and came here to hide."
I've fought with all my might to protect the Yang family, and now I've offended the Immortal Martial Sect!

"Is it?"

Zhao Wuji flicked his sleeve and said coldly, "But I heard Yang Peng say that Patriarch Lü suddenly escaped from the battlefield when the war was at its most critical moment."

They only returned in disgrace after seeing the Immortal Martial Sect's defeat at the hands of the Wang family's battle report. What kind of all-out effort is that?

Lu Xianghan's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the expressionless demon tree clone, then stared intently at Zhao Wuji. Suddenly, he straightened his back and said, "That's right! I did leave! But that was to preserve my strength! Later, when I saw the Immortal Martial Sect retreat, didn't I immediately return to oversee things? I haven't missed a single task assigned by Patriarch Yang!"

"Oh?"

Zhao Wuji lightly stroked the Thunderclap Spear with his fingertips, lightning dancing on the tip. "Why did Patriarch Lü leave without saying goodbye before we returned? Could it be that he has a guilty conscience?"

"absurd!!"

Lu Xianghan suddenly roared, his gaze coldly fixed on Zhao Wuji, and said in a gloomy tone, "Ancestor Tiannan, I have heard of your name, but you are only a Golden Core cultivator after all. I have already given you enough face out of respect for Patriarch Yang. Do not try to sow discord here."

In his heart, he never believed that the Tiannan Ancestor, who was in the late stage of the Golden Core realm, could have such strong combat power. Perhaps he had increased his combat power through some trickery.

On the contrary, the unusually quiet and taciturn 'Yang Xiong' is clearly the one who can ultimately decide his fate, and he needs to be more wary of.

However, at this moment, he caught a glimpse of 'Yang Xiong' out of the corner of his eye, and he also had an unfriendly expression. Even his double pupils were filled with a blood-red fierce light, and his domineering and murderous aura poured out like a tide, which made his soul tremble violently!
"not good!"

He suddenly activated the Nine-Aperture Heart-Locking Disc that he had prepared beforehand, and the nine holes on the disc spewed out heart-corroding golden threads.

The golden threads, as fine as hair, concealed immense power, distorting the void wherever they passed, creating a net of heaven and earth in front of him!

"Kakakaka!!"

The Hundred Veins Dragon-Entwining Rope simultaneously shot out from his waist.

The three hundred and sixty dark gold bone joints, like a poisonous dragon turning over, instantly sealed off a space within a hundred feet.

Each bone segment glowed with a heart-like blood-red light, intertwining to form an impenetrable cage!
"go!!"

The Mysterious Heart-Sharing Mirror spun up as Lü Xianghan flicked his sleeve.

As the mercury shimmered on the mirror, dozens of illusory clones were reflected, each one lifelike and even exuding the same aura as the original.

Lu Xianghan's true form transformed into a wisp of green smoke and rapidly fled towards the center of the formation.

"Patriarch Yang, since you do not trust me, then farewell!"

"Want to leave?!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his right hand formed a hand seal as fast as lightning.

Loud boom!
The Thunderclap Spear suddenly transformed into a streak of purple lightning that pierced the sky.

The lightning on the gun surged three times, leaving blinding lightning streaks in the air, and the thunderous roar shook the hillside!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Wherever the lightning passed, the valley darted and slithered like electric snakes, and the phantom clones exploded one after another.

The Thunderclap Spear, like a leech, pierced through layers of restrictions under the lock-on of the Soul-Chasing Technique. The lightning wrapped around the spear tip transformed into a ferocious dragon head, roaring as it aimed straight for Lü Xianghan's throat!
"Old ghost Lü, you can't escape!"

The demon tree clone sneered, its body crashing to the ground like a meteor, carrying immense force as it stomped down!

"boom!!"

The moment the soles of the feet touched the ground, the entire earth surged and undulated like a raging sea.

The ground cracked with spiderweb-like fissures, and blinding blood-red light shot out from each crack!
"Chucky!"

Thousands of blood-red branches burst forth from the earth, each entwined with the Seven Emotions Demon Flower and the Six Desires Demon Leaf.

As the demonic flowers bloom, a seven-colored, bewitching miasma spreads like smoke and clouds; as the demonic leaves tremble, six soul-capturing demonic sounds wails like ghosts and wolves.

This miasma and demonic sound intertwine into a web, bewitching people and robbing them of their fighting spirit!

The blood-red branches danced wildly like giant pythons, instantly weaving a net that blotted out the sky.

Wherever it passed, rocks crumbled into dust, dust billowed like an angry dragon, and the entire valley trembled violently, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable burden!
"Crack!!"

The dark gold cage shattered like paper under the combined onslaught of thunder and blood branches.

The dark gold joints of the Hundred Veins Dragon-Entwining Rope emitted a mournful cry, and the vein patterns on its surface shattered one after another, finally exploding into a sky full of gold dust!

"Do not!!"

Lu Xianghan turned around and his face instantly turned ashen. His pupils reflected the overwhelming Blood Branch Demon Net, and his Nascent Soul True Essence trembled violently like boiling water.
(End of this chapter)