Immortals of the End Times

Behind the Gate of the Mysterious Female, within the mysterious land, the ethereal image of the ancient celestial court stretches across endless space and time, like smoke and mist.

Zhao Wuji's primordial spirit was ethereal. He used the Summoning Immortal Technique, and his divine thoughts, as fine as silk, quietly possessed the body of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

At this moment, he stood quietly atop the Jianmu tree, at the edge of the vast plaza formed by a single verdant leaf.

The surrounding area was filled with Taoist charm and ethereal mist.

He looked up.

The towering Tongtian Pillar stands majestically, reaching straight into the heavens.

At the top of the pillar, the black-robed Celestial Venerable sat cross-legged in the void, golden lotuses blooming one after another around his body. The lotus petals were as clear as glass, and each petal flowed with the obscure and profound true meaning of the Great Dao.

The Celestial Venerable parted his lips slightly, and his ethereal voice rang out as he expounded the "Mahayana Corpse-Severing Method".

"Om!!"

Melodious sounds drifted down from the towering stone pillar, resonating like the grand tolling of a great bell in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhao Wuji listened intently, but felt that every word was like a divine book, obscure and difficult to understand.

The profound Daoist principles of the Mahayana Corpse-Slaying Method are clearly within reach, yet also worlds apart.

On the prayer mats in front, several Dao Integration cultivators listened with rapt attention, sometimes clapping their hands in praise, sometimes nodding their heads in delight.

Their bodies emanated a Taoist aura and shone with spiritual light, clearly indicating that they had already grasped some of the true meaning.

In contrast, Zhao Wuji, though in the Celestial Court, was like a blind man touching an elephant, only seeing its form but not its spirit.

"My cultivation level is not high enough. After all, I am only a Golden Core cultivator. In this ancient immortal court, I am not even considered a minor Nascent Soul cultivator. I am just a lackey."

His eyes flickered slightly, but he was not discouraged.

This time, he invited an immortal into the mysterious land to possess the body of a minor cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, not to listen to the Heavenly Venerable preach.

Unfortunately, the white-robed swordsman with whom he once interacted has long since vanished, transformed into a sword rainbow.

Even when he used the Summoning Spell again, there was no response whatsoever, as if the other party had only come here to reminisce with the Black-Robed Celestial Venerable.

Now, he can only try to get closer to the Heavenly Venerable's throne by using this body of a transformed deity, and to use the Summoning Technique on this ancient Heavenly Venerable.

I hope to obtain some divine teachings from the celestial beings to resolve my current predicament.

The branches and leaves of the Jianmu tree sway gently, casting dappled shadows along the path.

Zhao Wuji quietly took three steps forward, the golden runes in his mind that summoned immortal techniques were slightly warm.

On the towering stone pillar, the black-robed celestial being suddenly lowered his eyes.

In that instant, Zhao Wuji felt completely transparent, as if even his deepest secrets had been seen through.

But in an instant, the Celestial Venerable lowered his eyes and began to preach, as if he had only caught a fleeting glimpse of the past. Then, his wide sleeves suddenly unfurled, and the nine-petaled lotus platform simultaneously emitted a dazzling golden light.

"The Great Evolution is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine."

"That concludes today's sermon."

The eight-character mantra is like a divine decree, each syllable causing the void to tremble.

The branches and leaves of the Jianmu tree moved swiftly without wind, the suspended immortal mountains resonated in unison, and the twelve white jade platforms simultaneously emitted clear light.

"Farewell, Heavenly Lord!"

Many monks in the square knelt down in unison.

The Nascent Soul cultivators were surrounded by flowing Daoist energy, and the Dao Integration experts had dazzling halos behind their heads. At this moment, they all bowed deeply as if on a pilgrimage.

Streams of light shot into the sky, weaving together to form a dazzling galaxy in the heavens.

Many Nascent Soul and Dao Integration cultivators transformed into streams of light and dispersed.

"They're all gone, my chance has come, let's give it a try."

The Nascent Soul cultivator possessed by Zhao Wuji remained standing still.

He suddenly straightened his clothes, clasped his hands together at eyebrow level, and performed the three bows and nine kowtows ceremony before the towering stone pillar.

With each bow, the incantation spell secretly made in the sleeve would light up a little, and golden runes would flow like swimming fish within the sleeve.

"Disciple Jin Linzi humbly begs the Heavenly Venerable for mercy and guidance!"

During his third bow, the runes in his sleeve suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light. The profound fluctuations of the invocation technique rippled outwards, piercing through layers of space and time, reaching the summit of the Heavenly Pillar.

The rune's trajectory seemed to subtly correspond to the celestial constellations, conveying a sincere and respectful invitation to the immortals.

"Om!!"

A clear and melodious resonance suddenly came from the Heavenly Pillar, like the sound of a golden chime.

"what?"

A soft, resonant sound suddenly came from the Heavenly Pillar, like the grand sound of a great bell reverberating in one's sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, a magnificent gaze descended, like the sun shining brightly in the sky, illuminating Zhao Wuji's figure.

"The sermon is finished. Jin Linzi, are you left here alone? Is there something you are wondering about?"

The voice of that celestial being seemed to come from eternity ago.

Each syllable caused ripples to spread through the void.

Zhao Wuji felt a slight chill in his heart, and immediately straightened his clothes and performed the three bows and nine kowtows: "This disciple is dull-witted, and just now I heard the Heavenly Venerable speak of the 'Mahayana Corpse-Slaying Method' as if I were hearing a heavenly book."

"I only yearn for the art of telekinesis, and earnestly request the Heavenly Venerable to guide me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden lotus on the pillar of heaven suddenly bloomed.

The Celestial Venerable's gaze was like lightning, seemingly able to pierce through countless ages, as he carefully swept over "Jin Linzi".

Suddenly, he clapped his hands and chuckled, "Interesting. When Jiuye and I were discussing the Dao the other day, Jiuye mentioned that there would be changes in the future of the world, and he specially left a wisp of sword intent to break through the boundary."

He lightly tapped the void with his fingertips, creating ripples of time: "I never imagined that this variable would have already arrived in the future."

Zhao Wuji was deeply shaken upon hearing this.

He felt that the gaze was like a vast net, and that his possession of another body had probably been seen through seven or eight parts of the truth.

It's truly incredible that this Celestial Venerable could see through the mysteries of time and space at a glance.

The ancient celestial court has long since collapsed, and those celestial venerables and white-robed sword immortals should have long since disappeared or left this world.

But why do the shadows of past eras remain in this mysterious place, and why can they even foresee the future, as if they still retain an independent consciousness?

Zhao Wuji was secretly shocked when he suddenly saw the black-robed celestial being raise his hand and tap three times lightly from a distance.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

He suddenly felt as if he had been struck three times on the back of the head by a jade chime.

Before they could even grasp the mystery, the surrounding scenery suddenly distorted.

The next moment, his consciousness was withdrawn from the body of the Nascent Soul cultivator Jin Linzi, just like the receding tide.

In an instant, he traversed time and space, returning to his original body, the little golden man.

"This"

Zhao Wuji was deeply shaken.

That was clearly an existence that had vanished into the long river of time, yet it was able to retain such supernatural powers in a future dimension.

They forcibly expelled him, this outsider, from the state of possession.

Is this the power of a quasi-immortal?
"This celestial being didn't give me any guidance; instead, he tapped the back of my head three times. Could it be..."

He suddenly recalled the story of the Bodhi Patriarch striking Sun Wukong three times in Journey to the West, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Does this mean I have to go and ask him for guidance again in the middle of the night? That's going too far."

Before his thoughts were finished, the fifth pair of Yin-Yang beads in his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled simultaneously.

On the surface of the Yin-Yang Pillar, tadpole-like characters hung like an inverted Milky Way, simultaneously illuminating three new sets of Earthly Fiend Techniques.
Summoning Technique!
Moving technique!
Expulsion Technique!
Zhao Wuji was momentarily stunned.

Only then did he understand the meaning behind the three taps the Heavenly Venerable gave him on the back of the head.

Was it that each tap imparted a technique to him? Or rather, helped him unleash three techniques?

"He actually drew out three Earthly Fiend Techniques in one go? No wonder it's the work of the Great Ascension Celestial Venerable!"

Zhao Wuji was overjoyed.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, three profound and mysterious magical intents suddenly emerged, as if enlightened.

The Summoning Technique allows one to conjure objects out of thin air and retrieve treasures remotely.

Anything that can be locked onto by divine sense can be summoned to one's palm, even if it is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

If this technique is mastered to a high level, even the most treasured artifacts of a sect can be retrieved through a barrier.

The art of teleportation, when cultivated to a high level, can move mountains and fill seas, and change the world.

If this technique is used in conjunction with the Scenery Shifting Technique, it might allow him to master the extraordinary ability to move mountains and fill seas ahead of time.

The technique of expelling.

This technique, in contrast to the summoning technique, can exorcise evil spirits and return one to one's original nature.

It can both send back the summoned treasures and break through all kinds of illusions and illusions, and even dispel the power of magical treasures and spells.

"With these three techniques, the Qingzhou Cauldron is already in our grasp!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and after a moment of careful contemplation, he suddenly stood up.

His gaze then swept over Yan Lan, whose red dress was billowing beside him.

Seeing that her body was surrounded by spiritual energy like a cocoon, she was clearly using this rich spiritual energy, which surpassed the sixth level of spiritual veins, to break through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

"The spiritual energy here is abundant; my senior master has indeed improved considerably."

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly and did not disturb them.

Turning to face the Ninefold Sword Grass Barrier, he formed hand seals like blooming lotus flowers and began to try to cast the newly comprehended spell.

"Confess!"

With a clear shout, golden runes of the Summoning Technique flowed from his fingertips, transforming into invisible threads that pierced through the barrier.
"Om!!"

The Qingzhou Cauldron within the barrier suddenly trembled, and the wind and thunder patterns on its body burst forth with dazzling lightning, while the thunderbird reliefs at the four corners seemed about to take flight.

The dragon with the cauldron-shaped handle spewed out chains of blue-purple lightning, which intertwined into a net within the barrier, actually resisting the force of attraction with all its might.

"Tricky!"

Zhao Wuji frowned, then suddenly changed his hand seals, and the Dao patterns of the Transporting Technique moved like golden snakes.

It was as if an invisible hand reached out from the void and slowly lifted up the Qingzhou Cauldron.

However, the cauldron was pulled back by the lightning chain when it was only three inches off the ground, making a clanging sound.

"These two techniques are still in the early stages of my understanding, and I've only just grasped them; I'm still lacking in experience."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly as the three golden cores spun rapidly within his dantian.

"You need to practice cooking more, and even more."

"Furthermore, the gaps in the barrier aren't large enough, so it's ultimately unlikely to succeed. Perhaps a banishment spell could dispel part of the barrier's effect."

He immediately began to continue his spiritual practice, diligently studying and practicing.

Time flies like water, and half a month passes in the blink of an eye.

Deep within Mirror Lake, the shimmering blue water ripples like a gentle veil.

Zhao Wuji stood before the barrier and smiled at Yan Lan beside him.

"Master Uncle, the time has come. We can take the cauldron today."

Yan Lan's red dress rippled slightly, and her beautiful eyes suddenly brightened: "How confident are you this time?"

"Eighty percent."

Zhao Wuji smiled and nodded, then said, "Later, I will use my sword intent to pry open the barrier and then use my technique to seize the cauldron."

As he spoke, he lightly flicked his sleeves, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword flew to his front. "Uncle-Master, please step back a bit."

"Ok!"

Yan Lan lightly touched the ground with her toes, and retreated three zhang in a flurry of her red skirt.

"Zheng!!"

The sword's cry was like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens. The Cold Soul Sword suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blue light, and in the instant it shot out, nine sword beams split apart, like dragons emerging from the sea.

Deep within the sword's aura, the illusory image of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass unfurled its leaves, and the starlight cascading from the tips of the leaves transformed into nine dragon-like sword intents.

"open!"

With a roar, Zhao Wuji unleashed nine sword beams that shot forth like startled swans piercing the sun.

Simultaneously, it pierces the barrier node.

As the sword intent resonated, the nine sword grasses trembled violently, and the barrier cracked open with a gap of about a foot.

"Bring them here! Move them!"

His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals like phantoms.

The golden patterns that appeared as if drawn by magic descended like a celestial river, transforming into an invisible giant hand that gripped the handle of the cauldron.

The Dao patterns of the transport technique resembled an earth dragon turning over, lifting the body of the cauldron.

The Qingzhou Cauldron was lifted off the ground with a crash, and the lightning chains in the mouths of the Kui dragons on its handles broke off inch by inch.

Just as the cauldron was about to get stuck in the gap, his sword finger suddenly changed, and he shouted sharply: "Drive it away!"

The expulsion technique, with its radiant light like moonlight, forcefully dispersed thirty percent of the closing force of the barrier.

The gap that was about to close suddenly widened by three inches.

The golden patterns of the summoning technique blazed brightly, and the cauldron's body swung like a swimming fish, instantly breaking through the barrier!

"Boom!"

The moment the Qingzhou Cauldron was freed, a terrifying thunderstorm erupted.

The storm and cloud patterns on the cauldron swirled wildly, transforming into a hurricane that swept across the lakebed.
The four-cornered thunderbird flapped its wings and cried out, its chains of lightning dancing wildly like silver snakes, forcing Zhao Wuji back three steps.

"Nephew! I'm here to help you!"

Yan Lan's red dress fluttered as she made a hand seal, summoning the Zhenhai Stele.

The gray mist cascaded down the monument like a waterfall, resembling a light veil covering a cauldron, but was instantly shattered the moment it touched the lightning on the cauldron's surface.

"puff!"

Yan Lan's expression changed drastically. Suddenly, her lips parted slightly, and a stream of blood spurted onto the surface of the monument like an arrow.

The moment the blood droplet touched the Zhenhai Stele, the gray mist abruptly transformed into a blood-red veil, forcefully blocking the scattered lightning chains. "Master Uncle!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply as he saw Yan Lanxue's skin losing color at a visible speed, her delicate body swaying precariously.

That mouthful of essence blood seemed to contain thirty percent of her vital energy, and was the blood of a golden elixir!

"What are you all standing there for! Quickly refine it!"

Yan Lan shouted sharply, the bloodstains on her red lips still wet, but her slender fingers had already formed a hand seal again.

The crimson mist, like a living creature, coiled around the dragon-shaped handle of the cauldron, temporarily sealing off the lightning it spewed out.

"Refining!"

Without further hesitation, Zhao Wuji drew lines in the air with his bitten fingertip, using the talisman water technique to refine the essence.

The essence and blood instantly condensed into streaks of blood-red runes in the void, wrapping around the cauldron like chains.

"clang!!"

The Qingzhou Cauldron erupted with a deafening roar, and the storm cloud patterns on its belly swirled wildly.

The four thunderbird reliefs simultaneously opened their eyes, and the bursts of lightning tore the blood-red mist to shreds.

"Well!!"

Yan Lan groaned and staggered back three steps.

The Zhenhai Stele trembled violently, and the spiritual light on its surface gradually dimmed.

Just as the lightning was about to backfire.
"amnesty!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly roared, and the three golden cores spun wildly within his dantian.

The surging spiritual power was like a river bursting its banks, and the talisman water technique actually branded nine blood talismans into the cauldron!

"buzz"

The tremors of the Qingzhou Cauldron gradually weakened, and the wind and thunder patterns on its body lit up with a blue light one after another.

Finally, it emitted a clear, melodious hum, transformed into a three-inch cauldron, and fell into Zhao Wuji's palm.

Only then did he realize that at the same moment he refined the Qingzhou Cauldron.

The fifth Yang Pearl within the sea of ​​consciousness also suddenly became agitated, simultaneously illuminating two sets of tadpole-like characters.

Although these two new Earthly Fiend Techniques have not yet been fully introduced.

But the vast amount of profound insights were also like a sudden awakening.

Zhao Wuji felt as if he saw clouds and mist rising and obscuring the sun, and he also felt the sun turning and appearing and disappearing unpredictably.

"The Qingzhou Cauldron is known as the Cauldron of Wind and Thunder. Obtaining it allows one to control celestial phenomena. Could it be that it has triggered techniques for creating fog, concealing the sun, or even shattering the sun?"

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment, looking at the Qingzhou Cauldron spinning in his palm.

As the wind and thunder patterns flow across the body of the cauldron, the many mysteries of controlling celestial phenomena become clear.

"With the help of this cauldron, the power of magical treasures such as the Thunderclap Spear and the Bewitching Fan can increase by 30%."

His eyes flickered slightly, and as he pondered this, he suddenly heard a soft sigh.

"It's finally done."

Yan Lan smiled sweetly, but suddenly her legs went weak.

Her red dress lay limp on the ground like a withered petal, her pretty face as pale as paper, even her lips had lost their color.

"Uncle!"

Zhao Wuji strode forward and helped her up, feeling the icy coldness of her jade-like arms.

He frowned deeply: "Why go to such lengths?"

Yan Lan leaned against his arm, her blood-stained lips curving into a alluring smile: "We agreed to help our junior brother and aunt, so naturally we will do our best to the end."

She blinked weakly, "Otherwise, wouldn't it make my master seem useless?"
Besides, refining the Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great is inherently difficult; otherwise, why do you think Huang Chang would need my help so much?

Seeing Zhao Wuji's solemn expression, she suddenly coughed lightly and leaned close to his ear: "If my junior brother still feels guilty..."

A gentle breath brushed past her ear: "How about... we give our senior uncle a few more acupuncture treatments to replenish his vital energy?"

"Uncle-Master, you..."

Zhao Wuji shook his head and chuckled, raising and lowering his hand before finally helping his restless senior master to sit down on a blue stone by the lake.

When his fingertips touched her fair wrist, his eyebrows rose: "Your meridians are blocked, your blood and qi are flowing in reverse, and even your golden core is unstable."

If he doesn't receive timely treatment, his master's breakthrough to the late Golden Core stage will likely be delayed by another three years.

"What are you waiting for?"

Yan Lan curled her red lips slightly, feigning a nonchalant and carefree attitude, and suddenly tore open half of her robe with her delicate hand.

Her fiery red dress cascaded down like flower petals, revealing her smooth, jade-like back.

A fleeting glimpse of its snow-white curve in the twilight, gleaming with a porcelain-like sheen.

"Uh"

Zhao Wuji's breath hitched, but he saw that Yan Lan had already sat cross-legged and was regulating her breathing. Her long black hair fell down, and her long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings: "What are you standing there for? It's not like it's the first time your senior uncle has asked you to use acupuncture. Why are you just staring blankly?"

"call!"

Zhao Wuji let out a long breath and smiled bitterly to himself.

He meant to say that medicine could also treat it.

However, considering his master's passion for acupuncture, he had no choice but to comply.

"Whizzing!!"

With a flick of his wrist, twenty-eight golden needles emerged one after another from his sleeve.

The needle tip trembled slightly, like stars arrayed in formation, drawing a dazzling golden line in the twilight.

"Zhou Tian acupuncture point".

When the first needle landed on the Fengmen acupoint, Yan Lanxue's back suddenly tensed up like a bowstring.

As the gold needles were inserted into the vital acupoints one by one, her slender fingers unconsciously tightened the hem of her skirt, and her knuckles turned bluish-white.

The whimper that escaped from her throat sounded like a kitten scratching its heart, the last syllable trembling.

"Um"

When the needle touched the Shenshu acupoint, she trembled all over as if electrocuted, and ripples spread across the hem of her red dress, revealing half of her smooth, alabaster calves.

"Uncle-Master, please bear with it."

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, his fingers twirling golden needles as he applied them, combining the techniques with his medical skills.

With each needle insertion, a bluish-purple aura would rise from the needle tip.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yan Lan's forehead, but she bit her lip and chuckled softly, "Who wants to hold back, hmm?"

Before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly struck dumb.

Her voluptuous body suddenly leaned back, her jade-like back crashing squarely into Zhao Wuji's arms.

"Uncle!"

Zhao Wuji instinctively supported the snow-white back with his palm. The skin that his palm touched was as smooth as silk, causing his fingertips to tremble slightly.

When she lowered her eyes, her gaze swept across the slightly open collar of her clothes.

Two crescent-shaped collarbones hung upside down like an inverted crescent moon, and below them, a breathtaking snow-white ravine rose and fell with each rapid breath.

Yan Lan's pretty face, which she had tilted up, was flushed, her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and the hot breath she exhaled from her red lips brushed against his chin.

"Nephew/Master."

Her eyes were shimmering with a dreamy light, and she suddenly bit her lower lip: "Your acupuncture feels so good, my master feels much better."

Just then, a crisp 'crack' sound suddenly came from the lakeside above.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wuji's golden needle suddenly stopped, his expression shifted, and the golden patterns on his double pupils flowed, piercing through the layers of lake water as he looked towards the lakeside.

"Bang!!"

The lake water above was seen to be rippling.

A disciple of the Tianjing Sword Sect fled in panic to the edge of Mirror Lake, with the Demon Lord following closely behind, his demonic aura soaring and his shadow looming large.

"Pfft!"

The disciple, in his panic, plunged headlong into Mirror Lake.

In an instant, thousands of sword energies danced wildly like silver snakes, tearing him apart and staining the lake with blood.

"It's that wicked demon lord again!"

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, and with a flick of his sleeve, he took the golden needle from Yan Lan's back. With a light hook of his fingertips, the red dress and robe covered her jade-like shoulders like a cloud.

"what happened?"

Yan Lan gently gathered her clothes, her black hair falling down as she turned her head to look at him, her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"It seems we have an old enemy. It's perfect that you're here to recuperate, Master Uncle."

His eyes held a half-smile: "I need more Ancient Sword Tokens."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Lan suddenly reached out her jade-like hand and her slender fingers gripped the corner of his sleeve.

"Be careful."

She parted her red lips slightly, her breath sweet and fragrant, yet tinged with a hint of solemnity: "That cunning demon is treacherous and cunning; last time it gave us quite a hard time chasing us."

"Don't worry, Master Uncle, last time is last time."

Zhao Wuji smiled, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, "This time, my clone and I will collect our interest."

"Wow!"

Above Mirror Lake, the Demon Lord's blood-red eyes blazed with an eerie light, and his five claws, like hooks, tore through the twilight: "Heh heh, you're courting death!"

The demonic claws, accompanied by a foul wind, suddenly descended, tearing the severely injured disciple's robes inch by inch, and he was about to be splattered with blood.

"boom!!!"

At the critical moment, the entire Mirror Lake suddenly boiled over!

A hundred-foot-long water sword emerged from the bottom of the lake, its blade formed from thousands of sword-qi water droplets, each drop reflecting a chilling sword domain, within which countless sword energies surged like a storm.

The sword's cry was like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens, shaking the surrounding mountains and forests, and causing the void to distort and crack like a mirror.

"what?!"

The Demon Lord's blood-red pupils shrank suddenly. In a haste, he crossed his claws, and his demonic energy boiled like ink, instantly condensing into a nine-layered Xuan Yin Demon Shield.

The shield's face was hideous and it emitted a shrill, mournful cry.

"clang!!"

The moment the water sword collided with the demon shield, a blinding blue light exploded like the sun.

The shockwave swept in a ring shape in all directions, snapping all vegetation within a radius of hundreds of feet in half.

"Crack!"

The first layer of demonic shield shattered instantly, followed by the second and third layers.
The Demon Lord's arms trembled violently, his scales and armor crumbled away inch by inch, revealing his bare white bones.

The blood-red vertical pupils reflected the unstoppable hundred-foot water sword, and finally, a look of horror appeared on their faces.

"Boom!"

The moment the ninth layer of the demon shield shattered, the Demon Lord was struck as if by lightning, his body flying backwards for dozens of feet like a broken sack, his arm armor shattering inch by inch.

"who!?"

Before the Demon Lord's roar of shock and rage had even faded, the entire Mirror Lake suddenly boiled!
"Crash!"

Thousands of water droplets rose into the air, each drop transforming into a three-inch-long blade under the guidance of sword intent.

The water droplets reflected the illusory images of mountains and rivers, as if each sword strike was a miniature sword domain.

Within each sword domain, a tall, slender figure was reflected—it was Zhao Wuji.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sound of something cutting through the air was like a volley of arrows.

The countless water swords instantly transformed into a cascading Milky Way, their sword energy weaving into a net that stretched across the heavens and earth.

Each sword light trajectory subtly matched the Heavenly Net formation of the 'Asking Heaven Sword Technique,' sealing off all of the Demon Lord's escape routes.

The Demon Lord darted around like a ghost, but was caught in a rain of swords with no way to escape.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The piercing clang of metal on metal echoed across the lake.

The Hundred Soul Banner, hastily summoned by the Demon Lord, was instantly pierced through, and the ghostly spirits on its surface howled and vanished into nothingness.

The black robe tore apart piece by piece like tattered cotton, revealing a withered, dead-wood-like demonic body.

"Puff puff!"

Blood arrows rained down.

Each wound retained a chilling sword intent, like a malignant sore that eroded the demonic veins.

The Demon Lord was horrified to discover that the water swords that had pierced his body were actually reforming within his flesh and blood, transforming into miniature sword domains that were frantically ripping him off!

"A sword that can transform a domain?! Who exactly are you?!"

"Senior Demon."

A sigh came from the bottom of the lake, resonating like a great bell in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Before the sound faded, the water curtain suddenly parted, and a figure emerged from the waves.

"You really do have a bad memory, forgetting your junior so quickly?"

Zhao Wuji, dressed in a qilin robe that fluttered in the wind with gold patterns flowing at the hem, stood with his hands behind his back, a half-smile on his face.

His double pupils shone with golden light, and the lake water within three zhang around him spontaneously condensed into thousands of sword shapes, guarding him like ten thousand swords paying homage.

With each step he took, a sword lotus bloomed beneath his feet, resembling a domain of sword energy, causing fine ripples to spread through the void.
(End of this chapter)