Immortals of the End Times

Half a day later.

Deep within the Immortal Martial Sect's mountain gate, the earth's veins roared, and spiritual energy surged like an angry dragon.

Zhao Wuji stood in the void, holding the Earth Vein Spirit Pivot Diagram in his hand. Purple energy swirled around him, and the moment the scroll was unfurled, the mountains and rivers trembled and twisted as if they were alive.

The demonic tree's thousand-foot-tall trunk took root in the earth's veins, its dark gold roots coiling like giant pythons, and suddenly exerted their power.
"Boom!"

The earth cracked, and the spiritual veins wailed!
The fifth-level spiritual vein, like a dazzling galaxy, was forcibly pulled from the ground. As its spiritual light burst forth, Zhao Wuji swept it up with his sleeve and put it into the First Heavenly Pot Space.

Immediately afterwards, the fourth-level spiritual vein emerged from the water like a dragon, disappearing into the second heaven amidst a series of booming sounds.

The following two days.

Another rumbling sound came from the horizon.

Yang Su took the lead, followed by cultivators from the Yang family, Wushang Cave Heaven, and Linlang Cave Heaven, who pressed down on the city like dark clouds.

Nan Zhixia's array plate spun in her sleeve, Hou Baichang's sword energy ripped through the sky, and the three forces surged into the ruins of the Immortal Martial Gate like a flood.

Amidst the ruins, the three stewards scattered like ants.

They were taking inventory of the remnants of the Immortal Martial Sect's scripture pavilion and weapon-refining room.

The remaining two level-three spiritual veins were covered by the Supreme Cave Heaven Array Patterns, and the spiritual streams flowed along the newly carved array cores, like tamed dragons and pythons.

The former overlord of Southern Chu Prefecture has now changed hands.

The disciples either scattered like stray dogs or were beaten and enslaved.

Under the vast dreamscape created by Zhao Wuji's casual hand gestures and dream-marriage technique, these disciples were completely integrated into the three forces and accepted their commands.

The name "Xianwumen" was thus lost in the surging torrent of the three forces.

At this moment, the spiritual energy gushing from the fifth-level spiritual vein has expanded to more than 2,500 zhang within the First Heavenly Space, condensing into liquid drizzle.

Zhao Wuji, his black robe soaked with spiritual dew, paused and looked up at the enormous war spear that was diagonally inserted into the core of the Heavenly Vein of the Pot.

The bloodstains accumulated on the spear shaft gleamed darkly under the washing of the spiritual rain, and the dragon whisker tassel moved without wind, as if the dragon's soul roared between the patterns.

This spear is over 600 feet long, and its power and lethality are astonishing, but it is also extremely difficult to wield.

"rise!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly made a hand seal, and the three golden cores spun like blazing suns in his dantian, their surging magical power transforming into a torrent that rushed toward his hand that was close to the spear.

The crystallized consciousness trembled violently in the sea of ​​consciousness, bursting forth with dazzling golden light.

The battle patterns on the gun barrel glowed slightly for three inches, emanating an astonishing aura of bloodlust.

"boom!"

The spear flew only a dozen feet off the ground before crashing back down, shaking the entire space around it.

Zhao Wuji frowned, his figure being blasted back three steps by the huge shockwave.

Upon internal inspection, the golden core in the dantian had dimmed by nearly 30%, and the twelve newly condensed divine consciousness crystals in the sea of ​​consciousness were even dimmer.

"This spear, though powerful, has an insatiable appetite. No wonder those two old ghosts could only barely wield it even when they exhausted their Nascent Soul power together."

Zhao Wuji frowned and shook his head.

He had only slightly activated and manipulated the spear just now, yet it had already consumed thirty percent of his magical power and spiritual sense.

This also means that he can use this gun to attack the enemy a maximum of three times.

Moreover, the malevolent energy swirling around the gun was like a bone-deep infection; after only a moment of contact, the skin on my right palm had already developed a livid, ashen appearance.

If it weren't for the fact that both his Blood Sword Divine Sense Core and Heavenly Dao One-Eyed Divine Sense Core could devour the Calamity Turbidity, it would have been a troublesome situation.

Zhao Wuji flicked the tassel of his spear with his finger, and the spearhead immediately emitted a metallic clang.

"laugh!"

A ray of light shot through his fingertips and into his meridians, causing his spiritual energy to boil like hot oil.

Blood Sword's divine sense suddenly erupted with a blinding blood light, shredding and devouring the calamity.

"With my current magical power and divine sense, I cannot unleash the full power of this spear. However, I can use my clone as a temporary, handy weapon."

Zhao Wuji stared at the gun and murmured.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The thousand-foot-tall demon tree clone stepped onto the ground at this moment, and the surrounding earth was filled with dust and smoke like surging waves.

Suddenly reaching out, he unleashed a massive, dark gold palm, its five fingers like collapsing pillars of heaven, grasping the six-hundred-foot-long battle spear.
He wielded the short blade with the ease of an ordinary person!

"Chucky!"

The spear's turbid and malevolent aura surged like a venomous snake, but the moment it touched the tree trunk, it was forcefully suppressed by Xiang Yu's true blood battle patterns!
This giant spear, which was as majestic as a mountain to Zhao Wuji, was as easy to use as a short weapon in the hands of the thousand-foot-tall demon tree!

Although the spear was heavy, it was nothing in the hands of the demon tree clone, which possessed the immense strength of Xiang Yu.

Therefore, the demon tree clone could forcefully use the weapons within this spear using only brute force, consuming its strength but not its magic power or divine sense.

However, this would greatly weaken the power of the spear, but by mobilizing magic power and divine sense, one can still unleash its full power.

"boom!"

The demon tree clone's arms were muscular like a coiled dragon, and it swung its spear with pure brute force, tearing dark cracks in the void.

Without the need for magical power, the sheer power of Xiang Yu's battle body was enough to shake the heavens and the earth!

"If magical power is infused..."

Zhao Wuji pondered deeply.

The demon tree's clone possessed a vast spiritual consciousness and magical power ten times greater than that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, enough to wield the spear dozens of times.

Then
The spear flashed like a dragon, beheading the Nascent Soul cultivator!
"Go, this spear will be your weapon."

Zhao Wuji waved his hand, signaling the demon tree clone to take the battle spear away.

Dark gold patterns flowed across the thousand-foot-tall tree trunk, while the war spear hummed as it was entangled by gnarled vines and dragged deep into the earth's veins to be nurtured.

Just then, ripples appeared at the entrance to the Pot Heaven Space, and the familiar fragrance of orchids drifted in on the wind.

"Zhi Xia."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, and with a gentle flick of his sleeves, the entrance to the space parted like a curtain of water, revealing the figure in a flowing blue dress.

Nan Zhixia gracefully approached, her toes barely touching the spiritual mist. The crystal hairpin in her hair shimmered with iridescent light. Her cultivation, which had reached a state of perfect concentration, was even more profound than when they last met, as clear and pure as a jade pot filled with ice.

"Unrestrained".

Her bright eyes looked at Zhao Wuji, her delicate hand gently smoothing the hair that had been ruffled by the spiritual wind. Beneath the cave master's robe, the lining of snow-white silk shimmered with a pearly sheen. "That giant spear just now..."

"Just a new toy that my clone acquired."

Zhao Wuji smiled and flew over, wrapping his arm around her slender waist.

Nan Zhixia leaned into his arms, her fair hand caressing his clothes. Suddenly, she looked up and said, "You suddenly came out of the Ancient Sword Domain again this time and made such a big fuss. I'm afraid all the forces will be investigating."

"It doesn't matter, let them investigate however they want."

Zhao Wuji shook his head and smiled faintly, "Forces qualified to provoke will not act rashly before the Sword Domain closes."

Those who were not qualified to conduct the investigation dared not utter a sound, and the most crucial point is…

He laughed and said, "What do the things that Patriarch Tiannan has to do with me, Zhao Wuji?"

"Pfft!"

Nan Zhixia burst out laughing, lightly punching Zhao Wuji's chest with her fist. Her eyes flickered and then turned serious. "When are you planning to set off for the Sword Domain again?"

"It'll only be a couple of days, isn't this mainly to spend some time with you?"

Zhao Wuji blinked and smiled, "If I can find a few more sword tokens after I go inside..."

He stroked her long, silky hair with his palm, strands flowing between his fingers. "Then I'll take you and Shiyu to the Sword Domain for cultivation."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt the delicate body in his arms stiffen slightly.

Nan Zhixia's lips curved into a crescent moon shape: "Besides Shiyu, will that Flower Peak Master also go?"

Zhao Wuji chuckled, looked directly into those shimmering almond eyes, and said frankly, "Those who have the opportunity should naturally go."

Seeing the sly glint in Nan Zhixia's eyes, and as if a sharper question was about to linger on her tongue, she ultimately let out a soft laugh. "You are all very important people to me."

"understood."

Nan Zhixia shook her head, when suddenly a soft hand grabbed his wrist and pressed it against his left chest. Even through his robes, she could feel a sharp, throbbing vibration. "Listen."

Zhao Wuji was surprised.

Nan Zhixia's eyes turned pink at the corners. "No matter how many people are in your heart, my heart only holds you."

However, I've recently developed a mental block.

"Heart disease?"

Zhao Wuji felt what was coming from his palm—it wasn't just a heartbeat, but clearly the scorching true essence that was activating the Sunflower Spirit-Knocking Technique.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and he smiled and lowered his head, saying, "I am a doctor. Since you have a heart ailment, I will return to my old profession and treat you first."

"Okay!"

The jade belt around her waist jingled as it fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Nan Zhixia's fair hands fluttered like butterflies, and the cave master's robe slid off like water, revealing the faint luster of pearls beneath the snow-silk lining.

Suddenly, the fourth-level spiritual vein within the Pot Heaven boiled, and the dense spiritual energy spontaneously condensed into a cloud bed, lifting the two into the misty haze.

"My husband is a doctor"

Nan Zhixia's peach-colored eyes were even more vibrant, her blue dress spread out like flower petals in the mist, and a crystal hairpin in her hair tinkled as it fell, tearing open half of Zhao Wuji's robe. "Is this perhaps a cure for lovesickness?"

The spiritual energy of the fifth-level spiritual vein formed a vortex that enveloped the two of them.

In the distance, the branches of the demon tree's clone rustled, and the Seven Emotions Demon Flower shyly closed its petals.

The Six Desires Demon Leaf unfolded like a fan, swaying gently in the spiritual breeze.

After three days of tenderness.

Nan Zhixia's cultivation, which had reached a state of perfect concentration, became increasingly stable, and the sunflower spiritual energy surrounding her was like the morning glow reflecting on snow.

Zhao Wuji also felt refreshed and invigorated.

Even Shi Xingyao's Nascent Soul power had been refined by 30%, with strands of golden light settling like stardust in his dantian and being absorbed by the three Golden Cores.

"Ok?"

However, upon examining himself, he suddenly sensed something was amiss.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the crystallized divine senses formed after devouring the primordial spirits of Zhou Wu, Shi Xingyao, and other powerful figures began to rotate spontaneously.

Each crystal's surface was covered with blurry Dao patterns, and as they collided, they burst forth with dazzling starlight, seemingly about to merge and condense into the outline of a phantom primordial spirit.

"I am showing signs of prematurely condensing my primordial spirit. Perhaps, when my other two Golden Cores break through to the Golden Core Perfection stage, that will be the moment I condense my primordial spirit."

Zhao Wuji's double pupils flickered slightly as he looked inward at the pure nascent soul energy stored in the third pot-shaped space of the inner realm.

This nascent soul essence obtained from Lü Xianghan, now nourished by the immortal spiritual energy overflowing from the Gate of Mysterious Female, is becoming increasingly condensed like mercury, radiating a heart-palpitating fluctuation.

"This Nascent Soul will be kept in the Sword Domain for complete refinement."

The sixth-level spiritual energy within the ancient sword domain presents the best opportunity for a breakthrough.

In a flash, he made up his mind that this energy would be the key foundation for his breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage.

Without further hesitation, he stood up and stepped out of the Pot Heaven Space, flicking his sleeves to summon Yang Su.

"Lord."

Yang Su stood with a bow.

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly: "You shall assist the Southern Cave Master in handling the aftermath of the Immortal Martial Sect, and transport all the captured spirit stones and martial immortal scriptures back to the Hua Clan's Overlord Dragon Mountain."

"I will obey His Majesty's decree!" Yang Su bowed and accepted the order.

After giving his instructions, Zhao Wuji then gave Nan Zhixia some more advice before stepping into the teleportation array that had been set up, accompanied by her.

"Be careful within the Sword Domain!"

Nan Zhixia couldn't help but give him some advice.

"Know!"

Zhao Wuji smiled knowingly, his tall figure melting into the ripples of space like snowflakes.

At the Wang family's ancestral home, Yan Lan stood quietly atop the mountain, her phoenix eyes suddenly narrowing slightly. A crimson ribbon in her sleeve moved without wind, sensing familiar spatial fluctuations emanating from the teleportation array, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

She quickly took flight and flew towards the location of the teleportation array, transmitting her thoughts telepathically.

"It seems you not only handled the affairs of Nan Chu Prefecture well, but also your little darling wife?"

"Senior Uncle, you truly have discerning eyes; you saw through it all."

The teleportation array rippled, and Zhao Wuji stepped out in the light, the snow silk lining that Nan Zhixia had personally refined still carrying the fragrance of orchids.

"We have been out of the Sword Domain for almost half a month now."

Zhao Wuji looked at Yan Lan with a smile on his lips: "Now that everything is settled, it's time to return to the Sword Domain."

As he spoke, he scanned Balong Mountain with his divine sense and sent a message to Hua Qingshuang.

Then, as he raised his eyes, his double pupils pierced through the layers of clouds and mist, gazing at the gradually clearing sword domain phantom in the sky, his pupils reflecting thousands of sword lights.

Yan Lan nodded, then said solemnly, "Wu Ji, I've been hiding my whereabouts ever since I left the Sword Domain and returned, worried that Old Ghost Huang would discover my location."

Unexpectedly, they vaguely sensed that Old Ghost Huang was neither in the East Sea nor in Beiyun Dizhou, and wondered where he had gone.

"Oh?"

Zhao Wuji looked surprised, then nodded thoughtfully, "Perhaps he went to search for the whereabouts of the other Nine Cauldrons. The Nine Provinces are vast, so it's normal that you couldn't sense him if he went to the remote Northeast Suzhou or the area beyond the Yellow River."

"Hmm. I hope so."

Yan Lan still had doubts, but ultimately said nothing more.

"Alright, Uncle-Master, to avoid us being randomly separated again after entering the Sword Domain, I think you should go into my Qiankun Bag first."

Zhao Wuji patted his sleeves and laughed.

Yan Lan glanced at him, a half-smile on her face: "What, afraid I'll get lost?"

As they spoke, the two turned around and looked at Hua Qingshuang, who had flown over to see them off upon hearing the news.

Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "Peak Master, after I obtain more Ancient Sword Tokens in the Ancient Sword Domain, I will invite you to enter the Sword Domain for a period of time to cultivate. It is a sixth-level spiritual vein there, which will surely help you advance your cultivation further."

Hua Qingshuang nodded upon hearing this, a rare smile appearing on her usually aloof face. Her eyes, like snow falling into a cold pool, gently reflected on Zhao Wuji: "The Sword Domain is dangerous. Do not risk your life to seize the Sword Token for me."

Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "Peak Master, rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

Yan Lan snorted softly, "Had enough of this? Are you pretending I don't exist? Time to go."

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, and with a flick of his sleeves, he had already put Yan Lan into his Qiankun bag. A burst of spiritual light appeared beneath his feet, and he was about to take off into the air.

"I send you."

Hua Qingshuang's robes fluttered as she soared through the air alongside him.

As the clouds drifted by, the sleeves of the two men's robes overlapped.

"No need to see me off."

Zhao Wuji suddenly grasped her slender hand.

Hua Qingshuang was stunned, her fingertips trembled slightly, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly with all five fingers.

She looked up and met Zhao Wuji's bright smile as he turned around: "Wait for me to bring back good news."

Before he finished speaking, he released his grip and soared into the sky like a startled swan.

"Unrestrained."

Hua Qingshuang stood alone on the cloud, gazing blankly at the fading light in the sky, and slowly opened her palm.

The lingering warmth still lingers on my fingertips.

Her usually aloof gaze was now as warm as melting snow in spring.
(End of this chapter)