Immortals of the End Times

"It was you, kid!"

The Demon Lord's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at Zhao Wuji, who had appeared, his heart filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Even though he was stronger than when they last fought, he was still just a Golden Core cultivator. How could he be injured with a single sword strike?
"So you finally recognized me?"

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping over the corpse of the Sword Sect disciple in Mirror Lake, which had been devoured by the forbidden sword energy and was gradually turning into a sword puppet. He shook his head slightly.

"It seems that you demons have been hunting down Sword Sect disciples ever since you infiltrated the Ancient Sword Domain."

He looked up at the Demon Lord, his eyes filled with a chilling light. "Now that you've found this place, it's time to settle the score for your pursuit of me last time."

"Oh?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eerie eyes of the Demon Lord, then he grinned maliciously and raised the arm that had been torn apart by sword energy, revealing its white bones.

"I admit, you do have some wicked methods, but that's no reason for you to be arrogant. How dare you come looking for me to settle scores?!"

Before he finished speaking, a chilling ghostly aura suddenly surged from the wound on the Demon Lord's arm, intertwining with the dark demonic energy. As the flesh writhed, it healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Crash!!"

The tattered Soul-Capturing Banner moved without wind, its surface fluttering loudly. Amidst the mournful howls of ghosts, the black banner quickly recovered, its malevolent aura surging like a tide, and its chilling energy sweeping in all directions!
"go with!"

The Demon Lord grinned maliciously and suddenly waved the Soul-Seizing Banner.
"boom!"

The black mist on the banner exploded, and two Nascent Soul main souls, along with hundreds of Concentrated Spirit Ghost Soldiers, roared out, instantly forming the Hundred Ghosts Formation!
A chilling wind howled, and ghostly shadows blotted out the sky, rushing towards Zhao Wuji like a tidal wave!

"Humph!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed like lightning, and he used his left hand to perform the "Expelling Technique".

As the sleeves billowed, an invisible force swept across the lake's surface.

Wherever it passed, ghostly figures, like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun, scattered and retreated amidst shrill screams.

"The sun is shining brightly!!"

He slashed through the air with his right palm.

The "Prayer for Clear Skies" was suddenly activated.

The dark clouds above Mirror Lake burst open.

A blazing phantom of the sun appeared in the sky, its intense light pouring down, scorching the ghostly aura of the Demon Lord, causing black mist to billow out!
"Asshole!!"

The Demon Lord roared, and the robes of ten thousand ghosts trembled.

Activating the "Demon Soul Transformation," his figure suddenly split into three eerie demonic clones, while simultaneously unleashing the "Soul-Startling Flying Sword" to pierce Zhao Wuji's brow.

"call out!!"

A dark, flying sword shot out from the sky, aiming straight for Zhao Wuji's brow.

Before the sword even arrived, the Soul-Devouring Aura attached to it surged forth like a tidal wave, heading straight for Zhao Wuji's sea of ​​consciousness!
"Humph!"

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the little golden man of his primordial spirit suddenly opened his eyes, his body shimmering with golden light, and raised his hand to form a hand seal.

"Exorcism Technique!"

"Buzz!"

An invisible golden barrier, like a canopy, unfolded in the sea of ​​consciousness, casting down beams of golden light.

The Soul-Devouring Aura collided with the golden barrier, vanishing without a trace like a mud ox entering the sea!
At the same time, golden light surged from between Zhao Wuji's eyebrows.

"Generate light!"

"boom!"

The blinding light was like the blazing sun exploding.

The violent burst of light not only shattered the malevolent energy on the flying sword, but also forced the three monstrous avatars to distort and become illusory under the overwhelming heavenly might, emitting a shrill scream.

"cut!"

Zhao Wuji leaned forward, forming a sword shape with his fingers, and slashed out fiercely.

"Wow!"

The sword intent, which could transform a domain into a single sword strike, descended like a celestial river.

The waters of Mirror Lake then surged back, transforming into a hundred-foot-long sword domain that heavily sealed off the Demon Lord's true form!

"break!"

The Demon Lord spat out black blood from his seven orifices, and his withered claws ripped open the robe on his chest.

In an instant, a scroll depicting a banquet of a hundred ghosts was unfurled between his hands.

In an instant, a chilling wind howled and ghostly energy filled the sky!
In the picture, hundreds of ferocious demons lunge out.

There are soul-devouring ghost generals with blue faces and fangs, skin-peeling evil spirits with sharp claws, and ghost kings whose bodies are wrapped in soul-locking chains.

They roared and tore at the sword domain barrier. Wherever their ghostly claws slashed, the sword domain was corroded with pitch-black cracks, and the sinister ghostly energy eroded the sword intent like a tidal wave.

at the same time
"Hey!"

The void suddenly split open.

A shadowy figure flashed out from the void in an instant.

Ghost step!

A ghostly claw covered in eerie runes reached out, its five fingers like knives, aiming straight for Zhao Wuji's back!

Before the wind even arrived, the biting cold had already frozen the area within a radius of several dozen feet.

"Little tricks!"

With a cold laugh, Zhao Wuji suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a burst of dark golden light flashed.

"boom!!!"

The right arm of the thousand-foot-tall demon tree clone suddenly burst forth from the sky.

Countless blood-red branches intertwined to form a giant fist the size of a mountain. The dark gold fist, imbued with the terrifying power of a tyrant descending upon the world, unleashed a powerful punch!
"boom!"

The Demon Lord let out a muffled groan, and the Netherworld Claw shattered on the spot. The remaining force of his fist slammed heavily onto the Hundred Ghosts Scroll.

"Crack!"

The surface of the scroll was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the evil spirit in the picture howled and vanished into thin air!

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Zhao Wuji pointed his sword and made a sweeping motion.

"cut!"

A streak of icy blue sword light flashed out from his sleeve in an instant.

"laugh!"

The sword light of the Soul-Splitting Frost Sword swept across the sky like a polar icy tide.

Wherever it passed, the air froze, turning into countless ice crystals that fell in a flurry.

"A level six flying sword!?"

The Demon Lord's pupils shrank suddenly, and he retreated rapidly, but the sword light still grazed his left arm!

"Click! Click! Click!"

A bone-chilling cold instantly spread, turning the Demon Lord's entire left arm into an ice sculpture, with the flesh beneath the ice cracking inch by inch.

Even more terrifying, the soul-splitting power within the sword pierced his soul like ten thousand ice needles, causing him to be in excruciating pain, his face contorted and blood to spill from his seven orifices!

"break!"

Zhao Wuji pressed his advantage, his killing intent surging, and lightning crackled from his left sleeve!

"boom!"

The Thunderclap Spear descended like divine punishment, its shaft wreathed in blinding lightning snakes. With a single thrust, the void trembled!

Before the spear tip even arrived, the violent thunderous power had already caused the Demon Lord's frozen left arm to shatter with a "bang," turning into ice shards scattered everywhere!
The aftershocks of the thunder raged, and the Demon Lord's soul was scorched by lightning and fire, black blood gushing out from his seven orifices!

"Just how many level-six magic weapons does this kid have?!"

The Demon Lord was utterly horrified and suddenly plunged the Soul-Seizing Banner into his chest!

"Hey!"

The banner ignited with eerie green flames, and the Ninefold Profound Yin Demon Shield instantly solidified. Each layer of the shield was adorned with a hideous ghost head to defend against the attack, roaring and spewing out Yin energy.

Using the force of the recoil, he retreated thousands of feet, leaving black cracks in the void wherever he went, like a ghostly path in the underworld!

"Want to escape?!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and with a cold laugh, he made a hand seal with his sword fingers:

"Soul Chaser!"

"Crash!"

Suddenly, thousands of blood-red chains appeared in the void, each chain wrapped with eerie ghost patterns, tearing through the sky like living things, instantly binding the soul of the Demon Lord.

The moment the chains tightened, the Demon Lord's soul light flickered like a candle flame, and he was forcibly dragged three feet away!

Soul Locked Across Ten Thousand Miles!

"Ah!! This is impossible! How can your mastery of the Soul Dao be so strong?"

The Demon Lord roared, biting his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood essence!

"Oh!"

With the Blood Escape Technique unleashed, his soul forcibly broke free of its chains, transforming into a chilling blood rainbow as it madly fled into the depths of the Sword Domain!

"Can you run away?"

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, and a three-inch green cauldron suddenly appeared in his palm!
The moment the Qingzhou Cauldron appeared, the entire Mirror Lake was instantly engulfed in a storm of wind and thunder!
"May the wind and thunder help us!"

He roared, his voice like thunder!

The Qingzhou Cauldron trembled violently, and the storm cloud patterns on its body twisted and surged as if they were alive. At the same time, the thunderbird reliefs at the four corners opened their eyes, and their golden pupils burst out with dazzling lightning.

In an instant, four bolts of lightning, like intertwined chains, poured into the Thunderclap Spear!

"Tsk!"

The gun trembled violently, and a burst of bluish-purple lightning erupted!
The Thunderclap Spear instantly transformed into a hundred-foot-long thunder dragon, its scales and claws outstretched, electric pythons coiling around its body, and its dragon mouth flared with fury, spewing out a majestic heavenly might as it thrust out with the spear.

The void shattered, and the world lost its color!
"Do not!!"

The figure of the Demon Lord, who was fleeing for his life, suddenly froze. In his eerie green pupils, the lightning that pierced through the heavens and earth had become the only bright spot!

"Boom!!!"

Thunder Dragon Pierces the Body!

Half of the Demon Lord's body instantly carbonized, and before the black blood could even splatter, it was evaporated into a foul-smelling blood mist by the lightning!
"what!"

Amidst a shrill scream, his mangled demonic body crashed to the ground like a tattered sack, stirring up dust like waves!

"Fellow Daoist Yaopeng, save me!!!"

The dying demon lord suddenly let out a heart-wrenching howl, and a rainbow of light burst forth from the top of his head, shooting straight into the sky!
"Shhh!!"

A blinding golden light suddenly split open in the distant sky!

The Demon Roc Sect Master arrived with a flap of his wings, which spread out to blot out the sky and sun, each golden feather exuding a chilling killing intent!
"Fellow Daoist Demon, why are you in such a sorry state?"

His beak opened and closed with sarcasm.

However, when he saw the figure in the Qilin robe on the lake, his golden eyes suddenly narrowed to needles.

"Zhao Wuji?! Is that you?"

A ferocious killing intent instantly filled that ugly bird face, and as its wings spread out angrily, the Geng metal energy poured down like a torrential rain.

"It's like searching high and low without finding it."

A fierce roar shattered the clouds: "Today I will use you as a sacrifice to my Blood Feather Demon King!"

Before he finished speaking, the Demon Roc Sect Master flapped his wings, and golden light poured down like a galaxy!

Each golden feather burst forth with a dazzling, cold light, its innate Geng metal energy transforming into countless sharp blades that tore through the sky!

The void was ripped open with countless cracks like a piece of silk, and before the sharp energy even arrived, the ground had already silently split open into a hundred-foot-deep ravine!

"Noisy!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he suddenly flicked his sleeve!
"Wow!"

The portal to the hidden chamber in the sleeve suddenly burst open, and dark golden blood light erupted like a volcano!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Countless blood-red branches sprouted from the sleeves, instantly blotting out the sky.

Boom!

The thousand-foot-tall demon tree's clone emerged from the ground, its gnarled roots plunging into the earth like dragons and pythons, causing the rock strata along the Mirror Lake to crumble inch by inch!
"Shhhhh!"

Numerous branches shot through the air, each one entwined with scarlet blood energy, like ten thousand swords being fired simultaneously, fiercely colliding with the overwhelming Geng metal sharpness!

"Clang clang clang!"

The sound of metal clashing resounded through the sky, and sparks flew like a torrential rain!

"What!?"

The Demon Roc Sect Master's pupils suddenly contracted.

His invincible Gengjin sword energy was completely blocked by this strange demonic tree!
"Roar!!"

The main trunk of the demon tree clone twisted and expanded, with dark gold patterns flowing like lava. Countless branches instantly intertwined, transforming into a giant fist as large as a mountain!

Where the fist passed, the void collapsed!
A hundred-foot-long shockwave surged into the sky like a tsunami, carrying shattered fragments of Gengjin metal, and slammed into the face of the Demon Roc Sect Master!
"not good!"

The Demon Roc Sect Master's golden eyes trembled violently. He hastily closed his wings, but was still sent flying thousands of feet by this punch, his feathers exploding like golden snowflakes!

His proud inheritance of the powerful strength of the ancient Golden Roc was suppressed in a single encounter.

Taking advantage of this moment, Zhao Wuji moved like lightning, transforming into the wind to pursue.

He pointed his sword and made a hand seal, unleashing a hundred-foot-long sword aura like a dragon, cutting off the demon lord's path!
“Junior!!”

The Demon Lord's blood rainbow twisted, and a ghostly claw suddenly emerged from his remnant soul, its claw tip glowing with a soul-capturing light!

"cut!"

A blue light burst forth from Zhao Wuji's sleeve, and the sword light swept out like an extreme cold wave!
"Click! Click! Click!"

The monstrous claws' mournful screams echoed through the sky.

The moment the ghostly claw touched the sword light, it instantly froze into an ice sculpture. The Soul-Splitting Sword Intent flowed upstream along the blood rainbow, freezing its soul inch by inch.

A twisted soul could be clearly seen struggling frantically beneath the ice!
"Destroy!"

Lightning flashed in Zhao Wuji's left hand, and the blue-purple lightning dragon wrapped around the spear resonated with the wind and thunder in the cauldron.

With a deafening roar, lightning struck like divine punishment, instantly shattering the remains of the Demon Lord into countless ice crystals.

"what!!"

Where the lightning dissipated, a mournful cry rang out, and a phantom nascent soul fled in panic!
The nascent soul was only three inches long, but its face was already twisted like a demon, and its body was wrapped in scattered soul threads.

"Stop!" Zhao Wuji spread his five fingers like a net, and a dazzling golden light suddenly burst forth from his palm.

Thousands of soul-chasing chains burst forth, instantly binding the nascent soul into a cocoon.

When the chains tightened, they produced a clanging sound like metal striking metal!

Before the plea for mercy could even finish, Zhao Wuji's palm suddenly cracked open with vertical pupils.

Deep within those pupils, six great suns revolved, and illusory images of the Heavenly Path, the Human Path, and the Asura Path flashed alternately, unleashing a suffocating suction force!

Reincarnation!

"Boom!" The nascent soul was dragged into the bottomless abyss like a meteor falling into the abyss.

In an instant, golden light shot up from the top of Zhao Wuji's head, and his primordial spirit within his sea of ​​consciousness surged three inches! "Boom!!"

The moment the Demon Lord's nascent soul shattered, the Demon Roc Sect Master's golden eyes shrank to needles, and his feathers stood on end as if he had been electrocuted!

"The demon is dead!?"

A monstrous storm surged within him, and his wings suddenly unleashed a tempest of metal.

Thousands of golden feathers poured down from his body like a torrential rain, piercing hundreds of holes in the thick branches of the demon tree clone, and green blood gushed out like a waterfall!
"Roar!!"

The demon tree clone roared in pain, but its thousand-foot-tall trunk only swayed slightly.

Those penetrating wounds that would be fatal to ordinary people are at most like insect bites to it. The dark gold patterns flow like lava, and the granulation tissue at the wounds wriggles wildly, healing completely in an instant!

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this!?"

The Demon Roc Sect Master opened his beak wide and let out a piercing shriek.

With its pair of bare, fleshy wings outstretched, it stirred up a whirlwind, attempting to use the innate speed of the roc to escape.

"Want to escape?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his right hand flashed as he made a hand seal: "Tame the beast!"

"Buzz!"

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, condensing into thousands of golden threads at his fingertips, exuding a vast and ancient aura of taming beasts.

"go with!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly pointed his sword forward.

Golden threads, like a net covering the sky, enveloped the Demon Roc Sect Master, weaving together in mid-air to form a vast, sun-obscuring golden net.

At the mesh, countless ancient seal characters such as "御", "驯", and "降" shine brightly, each stroke seemingly accompanied by the ethereal shadows of celestial birds circling around.

"This is."

The Demon Roc Sect Master's golden eyes narrowed sharply, and his wings instinctively flapped violently, stirring up a raging gale.

However, the golden net followed him closely, instantly piercing through the protective demonic aura and entering his body.

"Roar!!"

The Demon Roc Sect Master let out a deafening roar, and his golden feathers stood on end.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, countless golden runes fell like meteors, transforming into a golden roc phantom that blotted out the sky.

The phantom's wings hung low to the sky, its eyes swirling like the sun and moon, radiating an ancient pressure that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Grand Ancestor Emperor?"

The Demon Roc Sect Master's golden eyes were unfocused, and his wings unconsciously drooped slightly, as if he had an urge to prostrate himself in worship.

"Do not!!"

Just as the thought of surrender was about to take shape, he suddenly awoke.

"I am of the bloodline of the ancient Golden Roc, how could I submit to lowly humans!"

Its furious roar shattered the clouds, its golden feathers flew like ten thousand swords unsheathed, and its metal aura erupted like a volcano.

"Zhengzhengzheng!"

Countless golden threads were forcibly severed, and the runes shattered inch by inch like glass.

However.
"Boom! Whoosh!"

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the thousand-foot-tall demon tree clone unleashed thousands of blood-red branches like raging pythons emerging from their lair.

"Puff puff!"

Dark gold vines coiled upwards, each one covered in barbs, piercing deep into the gaps in the Demon Roc Sect Master's golden feathers.

On the surface of the vines, the Seven Emotions Demon Flower blooms with an eerie purple light, and the Six Desires Demon Leaf flows with a strange rainbow light.

"what!!"

The Demon Roc Sect Master let out a mournful cry, feeling his demonic power being devoured like a burst dam.

Even more terrifying is that the venom of the Seven Emotions Demon Flower and the Six Desires Demon Leaf, like a bone-deep ulcer, pierces into the meridians along the barbs and directly invades the demon core.

Anger, fear, greed—all sorts of emotions surged through my mind like a tidal wave.

"Again! If you don't surrender, you're going to die!"

Zhao Wuji let out a cold shout, his hands forming hand seals that flew like phantoms.

"Tune the birds to control!"

This time, the spiritual energy condensed not into threads, but into dazzling golden rings.

Within each golden ring emerged ancient characters such as 'slave,' 'contract,' and 'bind,' interlocking like nine layers of shackles, descending upon the Demon Roc Sect Master.

No! No!

The Demon Roc Sect Master's struggles grew weaker and weaker, his golden eyes flashing with alternating fierceness and submission.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the thousand-foot-tall demon tree unleashed its power, with dark gold patterns on its trunk surging like lava, and countless blood branches twisting and tightening around it.

"Crack!"

The Demon Roc Sect Master's incredibly resilient Golden Roc Bones let out a mournful cry, unable to bear the weight any longer.

The poison of the Seven Emotions Demon Flower finally took effect, and the ferocity in its eyes gradually turned into confusion.
After an incense stick's time, and with Zhao Wuji's fourteenth use of the Bird Taming Technique, finally...
"Boom!"

The demonic roc, with its mountain-like body, suddenly knelt on the ground, its wings hanging low like clouds from the sky. The fierce light in its golden vertical pupils faded, and it let out a low whimper, like a fledgling begging for mercy.

The battlefield fell silent.

The demon tree's thousand-foot-tall trunk stood majestically, its broken branches regenerating wildly amidst the surging dark gold blood, fleshy buds intertwining like dragons and snakes, healing instantly to their original state.

The battle patterns on the main trunk flowed like lava, exuding a suffocatingly fierce and domineering aura.

"You've really submitted? I'm prepared to kill you if you don't submit after three more attempts."

Zhao Wuji was surprised, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, and the golden thread of taming birds wrapped around his fingertips hummed and vibrated.

He could clearly sense that the demon roc's primordial spirit had been completely eroded by thousands of beast-taming runes. With just a thought, those wandering runes would instantly shred its soul.

This is a true taming of the Nascent Soul demon roc.

Within the first Yang Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness, the Dao patterns of the Bird Taming Technique spread out like a peacock's tail, instantly breaking through to an outstanding level!

He hadn't practiced this technique much before.

That is, when used on the Concentrated Spirit Demon Bird and the Blood Feather Demon King, it greatly increases proficiency.

Now that he has successfully tamed the Nascent Soul stage Demon Roc Sect Master, he has naturally broken through his cultivation level.

"The highest level of bird-taming technique is like that of the White Emperor Shao Hao, who can summon ten thousand birds to pay homage with a single thought, without any need for forced subjugation."

Zhao Wuji pondered.

However, with his current level of skill, being able to tame this unruly Nascent Soul demon roc is already his limit.

It's unrealistic to expect someone to be completely at your beck and call, to subdue them willingly with a single thought; much more practice is needed.

"Get up."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the Demon Peng Sect Master who was prostrate on the ground.

The golden roc, which was tens of feet tall, had its wings drooping at this moment, and it no longer possessed any of the imposing aura of a Nascent Soul Demon Lord.

He laughed and said, "I've heard that the ancient Golden Roc's wingspan could blot out the sky. Your size must have been deliberately shrunk, right?"

"Your Majesty is wise."

The Demon Roc Sect Master hurriedly got up, folding his wings as if he were a subject bowing in submission.

The once dazzling golden feathers are now sparse and messy, and the body is covered with purplish-blue bruises.

Especially his bruised and battered eyes made his fawning manner look even more ridiculous.

"In the Dharma-ending Age, spiritual energy was depleted, forcing smaller beings to use the supernatural power of size transformation to maintain their current state. Even now, with the revival of spiritual energy..."

As its beak opened and closed, golden light flowed, and its body shrank by three inches. "This form saves more spiritual energy and makes its movements more agile. If it were to reveal its true form, although its strength would increase tenfold, it would inevitably be clumsy and consume more energy."

"Ah"

Zhao Wuji stared at the Demon Peng Sect Master and sized him up. "You demon giants all regard humans as food. The Blood Feather Demon King is a prime example. It's understandable that you want to kill me."

"Don't dare, don't dare!"

Upon hearing this, the Demon Roc Sect Master trembled violently, letting out a gurgling sound from his throat.

“However,” Zhao Wuji said with a flick of his sleeve, “the victor is king and the loser is villain! You have the bloodline of the Golden Roc and have cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage, which is quite rare.”

From this day forward, you will be my spirit beast. You will guard my cave on ordinary days, and serve as my mount when I travel.

The Demon Roc Sect Master could feel the Bird Taming Talisman in his primordial spirit burning like a branding iron.

The bird, now under the eaves, had no choice but to lower its head and force a smile, its two dark circles under its eyes appearing particularly comical against the backdrop of its golden feathers.

With each opening and closing of its beak, the bird hurriedly shook out its storage pouch from its neck feathers.

"Wow!"

A golden light suddenly appeared at the mouth of the bag, and two ancient sword tokens rolled out first, with the sword patterns flowing and a dragon's roar faintly emanating from them.

Following closely behind were three 'Sword Cloud Lingzhi' mushrooms, their canopies a deep blue that shimmered like the light of swords.

The two 'Crimson Sun Sword Fruits' emitted a scorching aura, and sword patterns were faintly visible on their skin.

The most precious item is a section of 'Heavenly Thunder Wood', which is wrapped in purple lightning and is a level-four spiritual material that can help Golden Core cultivators temper their bodies and break through barriers.

"good."

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji collected numerous treasures like rivers flowing into the sea, and chuckled, "I still prefer your previous unruly self."

The Demon Roc Sect Master's golden eyes narrowed abruptly. Before he could react, he saw Zhao Wuji forming a hand seal.

"Shh!"

The portal to the second Heavenly Realm opened wide, and a spirit-concentrating demonic bird flapped its wings and tumbled out.

Just as the feathered beast was about to fawn over the leader of the Demon Roc Sect, it suddenly caught sight of him, and its black feathers bristled up like a hedgehog.

"Zong, sect master!?"

The demonic bird, focused on its task, suddenly lost its grip on its claws and nearly collapsed.

The fear of defection washed over it like a tidal wave, and it turned to flap its wings and flee for its life, but then heard a crisp 'snap'.

Zhao Wuji slapped it across the face from a distance, sending its feathers flying.

"Open your bird eyes and see clearly."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, a smile playing on his lips. "Your sect leader is now my mount. But everything has its order; since you arrived first, you can teach it its manners."

He paused, then said meaningfully, "For example, how to be a good mount."

The Demon Roc Sect Master was stunned and looked at the Concentrated Spirit Demon Bird.

The demonic bird, its black feathers bristling and legs trembling like a leaf, forced out a fawning smile that was more like a grimace: "Sect...Sect Master."

This hairy beast was utterly terrified. How could it possibly teach its sect leader how to be a proper mount? It would probably be torn to shreds in the next moment!

Zhao Wuji threw down two birds.

Collect the fragments of magical artifacts and the ancient sword token left behind by the dead Demon Lord.

In this way, he obtained another ancient sword token.

Including the one from the Sword Sect disciple who died at Mirror Lake, there are now four.

With so many ancient sword tokens, it would be enough to pull Peak Master Hua and his beauties like Zhi Xia and Li Shiyu into the ancient sword domain to find a safe place to cultivate.

With the spiritual energy concentration here comparable to a level six or even level seven spiritual vein, their cultivation speed will inevitably increase significantly.

The improvement in the strength of these female Daoist partners would also greatly benefit him.

Especially Li Shiyu.

If he were to cultivate the Nine Transformations of the Maiden to the Ninth Transformation, his spiritual aptitude would surely be elevated to the Purple Light level, or even stronger.

Although he has never heard of any spiritual aptitude stronger than that of the Purple Light Spiritual Aptitude.

However, it is also known that even with the same spiritual aptitude, there are certain differences in spiritual affinity.

Therefore, having more advantages is often the key to leading in casting speed and cultivation speed.

"I just broke through to the Golden Core stage and then swallowed a Nascent Soul and a Primordial Spirit. After I completely refined them, it will save me a lot of effort and allow me to break through to the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible."

Zhao Wuji looked inward at his dantian and saw that in the third pot-shaped space of the inner realm, the nascent soul of the Demon Lord was roaring and struggling like a trapped beast, but was tightly imprisoned by thousands of dark gold chains.

"I just broke through to the Golden Core stage, and now a Nascent Soul cultivator is delivered to my doorstep."

Zhao Wuji chuckled lightly, and with a clench of his five fingers, he instantly unleashed the Stone Boiling Technique.

A blazing, dim yellow fire suddenly rose within the Pot Heaven space.

The nascent soul of the Demon Lord let out a mournful wail, gradually transforming into pure energy under the scorching Dao Fire, flowing like mercury syrup.

"By refining this fiend, my Nascent Soul realm will be one step closer!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the Soul-Capturing Banner, the Scroll of a Hundred Ghosts' Night Banquet, and the Soul-Startling Flying Sword, among other magical treasures, disappeared into his sleeve like weary birds returning to their nests.

These soul-path magical treasures are indeed rare, but compared to the chilling killing power of the Soul-Splitting Frost Sword and the Thunderclap Spear, and the majestic heavenly might of the Azure State Cauldron, they are ultimately inferior.

"It can be left for Zhixia and the others to use for self-defense in the future."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly made a hand seal with his fingers together.

"Come!"

With a clear shout, the Demon Roc Sect Master in the distance flapped his wings and, like a golden meteor streaking across the sky, obediently landed in front of him.

"Lord."

The Demon Roc Sect Master lowered his proud head, his voice hoarse.

Zhao Wuji lightly touched the ground with his toes and gracefully landed on the back of the golden roc, which was dozens of feet tall.

The demonic bird, its spirit focused, smiled obsequiously, "My lord, please have a seat!"

Then, mustering his courage, he asked Yao Peng, "Sect Master, how did I just teach you?"

"I know, it's none of your business!"

Yao Peng snorted coldly, and dark golden feathers sprouted from the back of the Peng bird, intertwining to form the shape of a throne.

"Good, let's go back to Mirror Lake."

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, gave a brief instruction, and tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers.

"Whoosh!"

The Demon Roc Sect Master spread his wings angrily, creating a violent shockwave, and instantly transformed into a golden streak of light and flew away.

In the Mirror Lake Sword Realm, a faint blue light shone from the bottom of the lake like a veil, and the Qingzhou Cauldron had long since vanished.

Only the barrier emitted a hazy blue light.

Yan Lan was meditating, her red dress blooming like a blood lotus, her body surrounded by spiritual energy.

"Now that we have the Qingzhou Cauldron, what's next?"

Zhao Wuji sent the Demon Peng Sect Master away to gather information, while he himself sank to the bottom of the lake, where the three golden cores spun like the sun within his dantian.

His gaze was deep as he looked towards the lake: "Let's just wait for that old devil Huang Shang to walk right into our trap."

If Huang Chang returns with the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass and related treasures, it would be perfect for him to double-cross Huang Chang.

If he didn't come, he looked at the Qingzhou Cauldron spinning in his palm: "I will have to go and see that sword grass on Sword Immortal Mountain sooner or later!"

Fifteen years in this ancient sword domain was enough for him.
Breakthrough to Nascent Soul stage!

(End of this chapter)