Immortals of the End Times

Within the Sword Domain, time flies.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Wuji stood on the shore of Mirror Lake, his body surrounded by sword energy, listening to the report from the returning Demon Roc Sect Master on the situation of his investigation.

He had been cultivating in seclusion within this deep blue mirror lake for three whole years.

Although the three golden cores in his dantian had refined the nascent soul and spirit of the Demon Lord, his cultivation had only improved by half.

This shows how difficult the path to Nascent Soul is.

Fortunately, after three years of honing his skills, he has mastered many of the newly acquired Earthly Fiend techniques.

Some of them have even reached a level of consummate skill.

Especially two and a half years ago, he comprehended the mysteries of wind and thunder in the Qingzhou Cauldron and finally succeeded in drawing out the two techniques of spreading mist and concealing the sun, so that the spell slot of the fifth Yang Pearl was completely filled.

However, for the past three years, Jinghu Lake has remained calm and tranquil.

Huang Shang, that old devil, never returned, dashing his hopes of plotting against him.

However, the tamed Demon Roc Sect Master would often return with his wings outstretched to report on the movements of the outside world.

Giants such as Cang Yunzi of the Immortal Saint Sect and the Nine Nether Demon Lord, including Huang Chang, are now trapped on the mountainside of Sword Immortal Mountain, seemingly under some kind of restriction.

"As far as I know, one needs an entry token to enter Sword Immortal Mountain."

By the lakeside, Zhao Wuji frowned. "Where did that old monster Huang Shang get his mountain entry permit from?"

The Demon Roc Sect Master pondered, "Perhaps, maybe, it was given to him by the Pavilion Master Wei of the White Jade Sword Pavilion."
The ancient sword token in his hand was also given to him by Master Wei. I've heard that they seem to have some private cooperation with the Nine Nether Demon Lord.

"Wei Le. Nine Netherworld Demon Lord"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed, his thoughts churning.

The Demon Roc Sect Master stole a glance at Zhao Wuji's expression, then lowered his head respectfully and said:
"My lord, the Sword Sovereign of Asking Heaven is currently cultivating in seclusion in Hidden Sword Valley, while the Supreme Elder of the Immortal Saint Sect, Pang Xixue, is comprehending swordsmanship at Starfall Sword Plain."

Its golden eyes flickered slightly, as if it remembered something, and it added:

"As for the Palace Mistress of Illusion Moon Palace, it is said that she is elusive and may be hiding in the 'Crescent Moon Sword Tomb' in the southwest of the Sword Domain, which you asked me to explore, my lord."

The sword tomb is shrouded in moonlight and mist year-round, and legend has it that it was the place where ancient sword immortals forged swords using moonlight, which is quite compatible with the "Illusory Moon Sword Manual" cultivated by the Palace Master of Illusory Moon.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, gave a faint "hmm," and his eyes were as deep as a pool.

Seeing this, the Demon Roc Sect Master quickly continued:
"This woman has a mysterious background. It is said that she was once the most beloved Daoist companion of the Nine Nether Demon Lord. Later, due to differences in ideals, she betrayed the Nine Nether Demon Realm and established her own Illusion Moon Palace."

His cultivation level was unfathomable, at least at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. His Illusionary Moon Sword Technique was incredibly skillful; he once conjured up the extraordinary phenomenon of three moons appearing in the sky with a single sword strike.

At this point, a hint of apprehension flashed in its golden eyes:
"In the current demon forces, the Howling Moon Wolf King has already fallen at the hands of the Asking Heaven Sword Lord, and the Ghost Demon Lord has also lost his life in the Lord's palm."

Right now, only the elusive Palace Master of the Illusionary Moon Palace remains active in the Sword Tomb. If you, my lord, go to the Sword Tomb, you will likely encounter her.

Now that everything is ready, it's time to go out and explore.

With the resources he has accumulated, if he continues to cultivate in seclusion here, although he may break through to the Nascent Soul stage within the Sword Domain, he will inevitably miss out on many opportunities and fortunes within the Sword Domain.

"The treasure land that Chu Tianyun explored back then is located within the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb. Perhaps there are still clues that were not found back then..."

His eyes flickered slightly, and he took out the exploration map that he had obtained from Yun Wuyai, the sect leader of the Jingyun Sword Sect.

As I gently traced the winding lines on it with my fingers, I made my decision.

On this journey, he not only needs to find the whereabouts of other treasures, but also to investigate the true origin of the Demon Tree's clone seed.

If this object is indeed related to the ancient Jianmu tree.

For him, this must be an incredible stroke of luck!

Only after this matter is resolved will he go to Sword Immortal Mountain to see the legendary Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

With the sword shadow formed by the sword intent of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass within his body, he might be able to sense the treasure at the summit.

Even... to rekindle their karmic ties with that white-robed sword immortal and use a summoning magic!

"Wait outside."

Zhao Wuji gave a casual instruction to Yao Peng.

With a flick of his sleeve, he put away the exploration map, took a step forward, and dived into the depths of Mirror Lake.

At this very moment, deep within Mirror Lake.

The air is filled with a misty, ethereal atmosphere, and the flowing water reflects a rainbow of colors, as if a celestial paradise has descended to earth.

What's most captivating is that it seems as if four celestial maidens have descended from heaven to rest temporarily in this lake.

But then they saw Hua Qingshuang, dressed in white, sitting cross-legged on the blue stone. Her sword energy condensed into ice lotuses, which slowly bloomed in the dark blue lake water. Each lotus petal was filled with a chilling sword intent.

Li Shiyu's red dress rippled gently in the water, her inner energy transforming into wisps of crimson smoke that enveloped her. Her charm was natural yet not seductive, instead exuding a pure and ethereal aura of orthodox esoteric Buddhism.

Nan Zhixia's black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, gently swaying in the water. A phantom cauldron floated in front of her, its Dao patterns flickering, sometimes spewing out azure clouds, sometimes dripping with golden light.

Yan Lan's phoenix eyes were lightly closed, a blood-red cinnabar dot between her brows, and the illusory image of the Zhenhai Stele behind her floated uncertainly, its surface shrouded in gray mist, with ancient runes faintly visible.

The four women each occupied a side of the barrier, their auras intermingling yet clearly distinct.

Beside them, the entrance to the second Heavenly Pot left by Zhao Wuji floated like a water mirror, its surface rippling slightly and emitting faint spatial fluctuations.

This was a way out that Zhao Wuji had specially left for them.

If they encounter dangers such as sword energy tides, the four women can instantly escape into the Pot Heaven for temporary refuge and ensure their safety.

This ancient sword domain was originally a blessed land.

The depths of Mirror Lake are a place where spiritual veins converge, and the spiritual energy is so rich that it is almost condensed into liquid.

Let alone four people practicing together, even if there were ten or eight more, it would be more than enough.

Therefore, in the past few years, all the women's cultivation has made rapid progress, and each has made significant progress.

Yan Lan has broken through from the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm to the late stage, and her spiritual energy is so refined and substantial that it seems to solidify with every move she makes.

Not only has the Flower Peak Master reached the perfection of his Golden Core, but his Inner Golden Core has also reached the late stage. His temperament has become increasingly aloof and otherworldly, and his sword intent is as clear as ice.

Nan Zhixia had already broken through from the peak of the Condensation Realm to the early stage of the Golden Core Realm, her brows radiating heroic spirit and her demeanor poised and generous.

Only Li Shiyu was slightly inferior, after all, her spiritual aptitude was slightly lower than the other three women. Although she had undergone five cycles of the Nine Transformations of the Maiden, and her spiritual aptitude was nearly 80% purple, she was still stuck at the bottleneck of perfecting the Concentration of Spirit.

"came back?"

They saw Zhao Wuji returning on the waves.

The Flower Peak Master, serene as a lotus, glanced at the scene and nodded slightly.

Yan Lan's phoenix eyes flickered, her red dress swaying like fire, and her slender fingers lightly touched her lips: "Junior nephew~ what news did you find out this time? Is that old ghost Huang Shang still coming here?"

Nan Zhixia looked at Zhao Wuji with her beautiful eyes, her black hair fluttering slightly, her gaze questioning.

Li Shiyu lowered her head, her usual boldness and charm completely suppressed in front of the two peak masters, only glancing sideways at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji coughed and moved closer, saying, "Old Ghost Huang is trapped in the restrictions of Sword Immortal Mountain, and he probably won't be out for a while."

As he said this, he felt a headache coming on inside.

Since three years ago, when the peak master and two others were brought into the Ancient Sword Domain using surplus Ancient Sword Tokens, the atmosphere at the bottom of Mirror Lake has become increasingly subtle.

The aloofness of Hua Fengzhu, the fiery passion of Yan Lan, the dashing spirit of Nan Zhixia, and the insecurity of Li Shiyu.
This makes the lake bottom appear calm, yet it also feels as if there are undercurrents surging beneath the surface.

Even two years ago, when he and Li Shiyu completed the fifth stage of the "Charming Maiden" cultivation, he had to hide in the Pot Heaven Space to sneak around.

Therefore, this cultivation holy land, comparable to a level seven spiritual vein, felt even more troublesome than being hunted down by several powerful demons.

Happy, yet in pain.

Therefore, he wanted to go out for some fresh air and explore the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb.

Zhao Wuji told the four women about his plans.

Hua Qingshuang pondered for a moment, her cold eyes flickering slightly: "The dangers of the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb are unknown. Wuji, you must be careful."

Yan Lan parted her red lips slightly, about to suggest going along, but then she remembered something, a hint of concern flashing in her phoenix eyes: "If we go together, what if Old Ghost Huang senses our presence?"

She gave a soft snort, turned around as her red skirt billowed, and thought to herself, "Forget it, it's best to stay here and cultivate. My cultivation is far inferior to Junior Sister Hua's."

Nan Zhixia and Li Shiyu exchanged a glance, both seeing the expectation in each other's eyes.

But then she remembered Zhao Wuji's original intention in bringing them into the Sword Domain, and also thought of the Sword Sect cultivators outside who were unaware of their existence, so she finally suppressed her thoughts.

"Forget it, we didn't come here to talk about love."

Nan Zhixia's heroic brows revealed a hint of helplessness. Li Shiyu met her gaze, lowered her head, and shook her head slightly.

Seeing that the four women all agreed, Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back and smiled, "The Mirror Lake barrier is as solid as a rock, and even if Huang Shang returns, it will be difficult to break."

"Please stay here and cultivate in peace. We can leave together when the Sword Domain closes in the future. After I leave the Sword Tomb, I will probably visit Sword Immortal Mountain again."

He glanced at the four women and told them about his upcoming schedule.

"Alright! Nephew, you don't need to worry about our safety. Just take care of yourself."

"Wuji, if you encounter danger, do not be reckless."

The four women either gave instructions or remained silent.

Over the years, they have all witnessed Zhao Wuji grow stronger.

Seeing that he was determined to leave, she said no more.

"Okay! Don't worry."

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly to the four women, then turned and his figure stepped on the water, quickly disappearing into the deep blue light.

Hua Qingshuang's cool gaze swept over everyone, pausing slightly on Nan Zhixia and Li Shiyu, a ripple stirring in her heart.

She had known about the relationship between these two people and Zhao Wuji for a long time, even back when they were in Linlang Cave.

But at that time, her Dao heart was clear, and she regarded it as a marriage between ordinary cultivators. Moreover, it was normal for powerful cultivators to have many Dao partners.

But now, she closed her eyes and regulated her breathing, suppressing that inexplicable feeling.

"Junior Sister Hua"

Yan Lan leaned against the blue stone, her red dress billowing like fire. Her phoenix eyes swept over the two women, and a playful smile curved her lips.

She knew better than anyone the entanglement between these two girls and her junior apprentice, and she often joked about it in the past.

But at this moment, seeing the affection in their eyes for Zhao Wuji, she felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, which made her quite irritable. She could only channel her emotions into motivation for cultivation.

However, upon catching a glimpse of Hua Qingshuang's seemingly calm and aloof profile, she seemed to find some psychological balance: "Junior Sister Hua, you appear serene on the surface, but I'm afraid your heart is not at peace. After all these years, I know you very well."

Outside Mirror Lake, the Demon Roc Sect Master had already transformed into his Golden Roc form, his wings reaching the sky, waiting for a long time.

"go!"

Zhao Wuji took a step forward and landed on the back of the roc, his sleeves fluttering, like an immortal descending to earth.

With a long cry, the roc spread its wings and took flight, disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds in an instant, leaving only the Mirror Lake rippling and the sword energy chiming softly.

Half a day later.

Crescent Moon Sword Tomb.

The crescent moon, like a hook, hangs high in the sky.

The cold moonlight poured down, illuminating the entire sword mound so that it resembled a broken sword stuck diagonally into the earth.

The ancient sword mound, made of dark blue ancient sword stones, exudes a sharp sword intent that has remained undiminished for millennia, its mottled sword marks revealing a chilling aura.

The hazy moonlight shrouded everything like a veil, and hidden within the mist that blurred the lines between reality and illusion lay the sword intent of the Illusionary Moon. A moment's carelessness could plunge one into the abyss of illusion, causing one's soul to sink into oblivion.

"Wow!!"

A powerful cry, like a roc piercing through gold and splitting rocks, resounded through the sky, causing the mist surrounding the Sword Tomb to tremble slightly.

A golden streak of light shot through the sky.

The Demon Roc Sect Master spread his wings, blotting out the sky. Every golden feather that had grown in the past three years exuded a chilling killing intent, and the Geng metal energy poured down like a torrential rain, tearing through the sky.

"This is the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb? The Ancient Sword Domain is truly a treasure land. I have never heard of this sword tomb. It was built by one of the eldest disciples of that ancient sword immortal."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back on the back of the demon roc, his Qilin robe fluttering in the wind, his double pupils flashing with blood-red light as he looked down at the Sword Tomb below.

"stop."

He spoke calmly.

"Yes!"

The Demon Roc Sect Master immediately retracted his wings, his figure plummeted, and he landed steadily on the outer edge of the Sword Tomb.

Zhao Wuji flipped down, his toes lightly touching the ground. With a flick of his sleeve, a yellowed exploration map appeared in his hand.

It was the exploration map drawn by Chu Tianyun.

Back then, the other party had a fortuitous encounter within this Crescent Moon Sword Tomb.

As Zhao Wuji's gaze swept across the outer perimeter of the sword mound, the crimson light in his double pupils revealed the layers upon layers of chilling sword intent within, surging like a tidal wave.

He suddenly brought his sword fingers together, pressed them sharply against his brow, and shouted, "Wind Domain, open!"

In an instant, his body shone with a brilliant blue light, and countless fine wind patterns burst forth from his spiritual energy, weaving into a vortex-shaped blue eye three feet in front of him.

As the eye of the storm spun, it blew the air within a hundred-foot radius into a vacuum, even distorting the moonlight into a spiraling band of blue light. "Buzz!!"

With a clear, resonant whistling sound, the eye of the storm suddenly exploded, transforming into countless strands of wind like strands of green silk.

These wind lines, as if possessing sentience, branched out into finer twigs the moment they touched the stone wall of the sword mound, and like living things, they burrowed into the gaps in the sword marks.

At the end of each wind line, tiny runes flickered, directly reflecting the detected images into Zhao Wuji's sea of ​​consciousness.

In the realm of divine perception, the entire sword mound resembled a dissected honeycomb.

The nine-layered spiral structure is clearly visible, with tens of thousands of broken swords floating on each layer.

When the broken blades touched the wind, they emitted a mournful sword cry, as if many ancient sword cultivators were still fighting.

When the wind probe reached the ninth floor, it suddenly struck an invisible barrier.

"Ok?"

Zhao Wuji frowned and urged more wind lines to converge into a drill, only to see dense crescent patterns appear on the barrier.

Each line writhed like a living creature, shredding the invading wind lines.

"A restriction?" His mind raced, and just as he was about to intensify his investigation, he suddenly detected a slight fluctuation deep within the second layer.

The moonlight there was exceptionally thick, and a blurry figure darted like a fish at the bottom of the sword pool, surrounded by moonlight and sword energy.

"It seems that the aura I'm talking about must belong to the Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly. He gave up on continuing his exploration of the Wind Domain and looked at the Demon Roc Sect Master beside him.

The great demon king had already transformed into the appearance of a golden-robed boy, but his golden eyes, which concealed arrogance, still occasionally flashed with a fierce light.

"Walk."

A human and a demon stepped into the crescent-shaped gap.

"Buzz!"

The empty eye sockets of the two sword immortal statues suddenly lit up.

The sword intent, dormant for millennia, suddenly appeared like lightning, and the mottled sword marks on the stone statue's surface simultaneously burst forth with a dazzling, cold light.

In an instant, two sharp sword energies crossed and slashed down, seemingly about to cut the intruder in half!
"Disperse!"

Zhao Wuji didn't even lift his eyelids. He made a sword gesture in his sleeve, and a misty blue sword fog rose from the corner of his robe, like a light veil brushing against the stone statue.

"Click! Click!"

The sword energy unleashed by the stone statue melted instantly upon touching the sword mist, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

The sword mist continued its momentum, flowing into the eye sockets of the stone statue and completely subduing the sword intent accumulated within.

The two stone statues froze instantly, the sword marks on their surfaces remaining as dull as ever.

On the second level of the Sword Tomb, beside the Moonlit Sword Tempering Pool.

"who!?"

The Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace suddenly opened her eyes. Her snow-white wide sleeves moved without wind, and the edges of the sleeves shimmered with a faint silver scale luster, like frost under the moon. She was neither human nor demon, and was strange and hard to tell.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the scale-like markings on her forehead gleamed with a cold light, and her fair skin and jade-like bones, illuminated by the moonlight, resembled a sculpture of glass, immaculate and spotless.

At this moment, her stunning face was filled with surprise and doubt, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and a silver moon seemed to rotate deep in her pupils, eerie and chilling.

"It's that demonic roc again!"

Her jade-like fingers gripped the Illusion Moon Sword hidden in her sleeve, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

More than a month ago, she had already sensed the demon's presence and driven it away.

Unexpectedly, today, the other party went straight into the Sword Tomb.

The demonic giants have always been at odds with each other, so this time they must be up to no good.

"Humph!"

A fierce glint suddenly appeared in the Palace Mistress's eyes. With a slight turn of her wrist, the Illusion Moon Sword flew out, its tip lifting a pool of water.

"rise!"

She gave a low shout, her voice as sharp as an ice blade scraping her bones, yet it revealed a hint of strain.

In an instant, the entire sword pool trembled violently, and the restrictive runes at the bottom of the pool danced wildly like silver snakes, intertwining madly, yet seemingly carrying the weight of ten thousand pounds.

Each activation of a rune caused the scale pattern between her brows to dim slightly.

The thousands of broken swords floating outside trembled in unison, their sword cries as loud as thunder. The sword intent that had been dormant within the sword tomb for thousands of years was forcibly awakened, transforming into a raging torrent of sword energy!

"Wow!!"

The sword energy surged and took shape, sweeping across the first level of the passage like a giant wave hundreds of feet high.

Each wave was formed from chilling sword energy.

Wherever it passed, fine cracks were torn in the void, as if it could not withstand the violent sword intent!
Just as this cataclysmic wave of sword energy was about to engulf the passage...
"Zheng!!!"

A clear, melodious sword cry, like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens, shook the entire sword mound.

The Palace Master of Illusion Moon's pupils shrank sharply. The originally violent and rampant tide of sword energy suddenly froze under the sound of the sword's cry!

"boom!"

The countless sword energies, as if encountering a king, all turned and converged madly towards a certain place, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea!

Sword energy intertwined, causing the void to tremble!
A hazy sword domain appeared out of thin air, with ten thousand swords floating within it.

The swords were lowered, like subjects paying homage, guarding the figure standing with his hands behind his back in the center.

In the center of the sword domain, Zhao Wuji's Qilin robe fluttered in the wind, with golden patterns flowing at the hem, and his double pupils shone with golden light like lightning.

Within a three-foot radius around him, sword energy spontaneously swirled, forming an absolute domain!
"despair."

A soft sound came from the entrance to the Sword Tomb passage.

Zhao Wuji appeared at the entrance to the second level, his Qilin robe billowing in the wind like a dragon, reflecting a chilling sword light.

Wherever his gaze fell, the sword energy spontaneously retreated, not daring to overtake him even half a step!

The violent sword energy within three feet of his body was as docile as a lamb, circling around him but daring not to approach!

"This is...A Sword...Transforms Domain?!"

The Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace opened her mouth slightly, her eyes filled with shock.

She stared intently at the figure, her gaze falling on the familiar Qilin robe he wore, and her heart skipped a beat.

"He's... the number one swordsman of the Qilin Sword Sect?! The number one swordsman in the Nine Provinces this year?"

A tremendous wave of disbelief surged within her.

How could a junior possess such terrifying strength?!
However, what horrified her even more was...
Behind Zhao Wuji, a golden figure followed closely, none other than the Demon Roc Sect Master!
That unruly Nascent Soul demon was now as meek and submissive as a follower, his golden eyes no longer showing any ferocity, only awe!
"How could the Demon Roc Sect Master betray us? He seems to have submitted to this boy!"

The Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace was shaken to her core, and immediately felt a strong threat. She stood up abruptly.

"Tread, step, step"

Zhao Wuji stepped into the second level with his hands behind his back. With each step, a sword lotus bloomed beneath his feet, and ripples of sword intent spread like a tide.

The raging sword energy unleashed by the Palace Master of Illusion Moon dissipated, none daring to overstep its bounds!

"you"

The Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace narrowed his eyes, with the Illusion Moon Sword circling around him for protection. His gaze was sharp, and he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression coming towards him.

She, the dignified Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace and a Nascent Soul cultivator, actually felt a slight palpitation in front of a Golden Core junior!

"You must be the Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace?"

Zhao Wuji smiled, his gaze sharp as a sword, piercing the beautiful figure by the pond bathed in moonlight.

His smile was handsome, like a gentle spring breeze, but in the eyes of the Palace Mistress of Illusion Moon, it inexplicably chilled her heart.

It felt as if I was being watched by a lurking ferocious beast, and the hairs on my body involuntarily stood on end.

"This person is absolutely, extremely dangerous!"

A sense of alarm rose in the heart of the Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace. She remained vigilant and silent, her jade fingers quietly tightening around the Illusion Moon Sword in her sleeve, her sword intent poised to be unleashed.

Zhao Wuji, however, remained calm and turned his gaze away, turning instead to the Sword Pool.

The pool water was a deep blue, the moonlight like gauze, and countless broken swords floated and sank within it, their sword intents intertwined like an inverted galaxy.

"It was here that Chu Tianyun obtained the seed of the demon tree and the seven supreme jade slips."

His eyes flickered slightly, and as his double pupils shimmered with a blood-red moon, he could vaguely sense and observe that deep within the sword pool, there was also a wisp of the aura of a demon tree seed!

But what surprised him even more was...

One of the auras seemed to emanate from the Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace!
"Ok?"

His gaze suddenly turned back, locking onto the Palace Master of Illusion Moon like lightning.

The Palace Mistress of Illusion Moon Palace felt as if she were being threatened. Her snow-white wide sleeves fluttered without wind, and the moonlight sword intent around her surged like a tide, protecting her within.

"Demon Peng! What is the purpose of bringing this person here?!"

She asked coldly, her phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent, staring intently at the golden-robed boy-like Demon Peng Sect Master beside Zhao Wuji, her tone full of hostility and vigilance.

Upon hearing this, the Demon Roc Sect Master smiled and bowed, saying, "Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace, it's not that I want to do anything, but my master wants to come here to take a look."

If you know what's good for you, why don't you find another place to cultivate?"

"My lord?!"

The Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace's pupils suddenly contracted, her silver teeth clenched, and her fear of Zhao Wuji instantly reached its peak.

Her gaze was fixed on Zhao Wuji, who stood with his hands behind his back, her Illusion Moon Sword hidden in her sleeve, ready to strike.

Zhao Wuji's gaze was calm, his voice like the clinking of metal and jade: "I've heard you haven't attacked any of my Sword Sect disciples, so I can let you go. However..."

He lightly tapped the sword pool with his finger and said calmly, "You must leave behind what you have obtained in this pool."

"what?!"

The Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter in extreme anger.

"Insanity!"

Her pretty face was instantly covered with silver scales, and the Moonlight Sword Intent surged like a tide: "This Palace Master wants to see what methods you used to bribe the Demon Roc Sect Master!"

If you think you can intimidate me with just your sword control technique that transforms a sword into a domain, you are seriously underestimating me!

"Whoosh!!"

A blinding, cold light tore through the sky!
The Illusion Moon Sword pierced through the clouds like a bright moon, its blade emitting a chilling light that illuminated the entire sword pool as if it were daytime.

As the sword trembled, countless moonlight sword energies poured down like a silver river, weaving a net of heaven and earth in the void.

"I can leave or stay as I please; it's none of your business to tell me what to do!"

The Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace let out a cold shout, her jade fingers forming a hand seal, and the water in the Sword Pool instantly boiled!
"boom!!"

Countless sword energies rose up in response, circling the Illusion Moon Sword like stars surrounding the moon, and instantly transformed into two cold moon sword lights, one on the left and one on the right, like two dragons emerging from the sea, pointing directly at Zhao Wuji's brow!
Wherever the sword light passed, the void distorted, and the sword intent was chilling.

Even the Crescent Moon Sword Intent within the Sword Tomb was stirred, resonating faintly!
"You demons won't shed a tear until you see the coffin! You actually dared to use your sword against me in the Sword Tomb."

Zhao Wuji shook his head and sighed softly, his eyes flashing with golden light, like the sun exploding.

His sword finger flashed out like lightning, the movement seemingly casual, yet it caused the void to tremble, and countless broken swords within the sword tomb hummed simultaneously, as if they had encountered a king!

"Zheng!!"

The clear, melodious sword cry was like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens, and the Soul-Splitting Frost Sword shot out from his sleeve like lightning!

Before the sword light even arrived, the biting coldness had already caused the Moonlit Sword Intent surrounding the Palace Master of Illusion Moon to falter.

"Kakaka!"

Frost was condensing on the surface of the Sword Pool at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Even more frightening is...
The moment the Soul-Splitting Frost Sword flew out, the sword energy in the entire sword pool suddenly surged!

"Om!!"

The moonlight sword energy that originally surrounded the Illusion Moon Sword suddenly reversed, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, and surged wildly into Zhao Wuji's sword domain!
The waters of Sword Pool churned like a raging sea.

Countless sword energies, like subjects paying homage, spontaneously surrounded the Soul-Splitting Frost Sword, forming a chilling sword domain!
"what?!"

The Palace Mistress of Illusion Moon's pupils shrank suddenly, her pretty face turned deathly pale, and she retreated in a flash.

She was horrified to discover that the sword energy she had mobilized was now like a wild horse, completely out of her control.

Instead, it was completely controlled by Zhao Wuji's sword intent and merged into that chilling sword domain!
"Your sword intent"

Zhao Wuji's eyes were as cold as ice, and his voice was as indifferent as the sound of a heavenly sword.
"Too weak!"

"boom!!!"

Before the words were finished, the Soul-Splitting Frost Sword in the center of the Sword Domain suddenly burst forth with a stunning sword rainbow.

The icy blue sword light surged like a reversed Milky Way, carrying the force of ten thousand swords submitting, tearing through the sky in an instant, and slashing straight at the face of the Illusion Moon Palace Master.
(End of this chapter)