Immortals of the End Times

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

Sword Tomb in the East Sea, deep within the Dragon Abyss on Tianquan Island.

"Om!!"

A massive ancient teleportation caused a flash of blue light, and the space rippled like water.

Zhao Wuji, clad in a Qilin robe shimmering with spiritual light, stepped out of the teleportation vortex, accompanied by Yan Lan, whose red dress swayed gently.

"Nephew, this is..."

Yan Lan's phoenix eyes widened, her pretty face unable to hide her surprise.

The scene of the Dragon-Trapping Abyss, with its swirling gray mist, before my eyes is undoubtedly the Sword Tomb of the East Sea.

Her red lips parted slightly: "Did we really come directly from the Ancient Sword Domain to this place?"

Zhao Wuji smiled mysteriously, keeping everyone in suspense and not in a hurry to answer.

With a flick of his sleeves, he carried Yan Lan gracefully down to the bottom of the abyss.

"That is."

Yan Lan suddenly caught her breath.

As the mist dissipated, a giant, azure cauldron floated silently, with dragons leaping among the wavy patterns on its body, and its handles hanging down like chains. It was none other than the legendary Yangzhou Cauldron!
"It really is another set of the Nine Tripods of Yu the Great. I said before that there must be a set of Nine Tripods in the East Sea."

Just as Yan Lan was feeling pleased, she suddenly looked surprised and gazed at the cliff face not far away.

But on the mottled rock face, several sharp sword marks were etched with several lines of text:

"If a sword cultivator in the future gains the approval of the Azure Sea Dragon Pearl, he/she can use the teleportation token to enter the Ancient Sword Domain for fifteen years of cultivation."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, showing no surprise at all. He looked deep in the eye and said, "Uncle-Master, the Sword Tomb of the East Sea is probably the gateway left by the Remnant Moon Sword Immortal to many sword prodigies in the mortal world."

He looked at the sword marks on the rock wall not far away and said, "Perhaps it was also ordered by the ancient sword immortal to select sword servant disciples for the Sword Domain."

However, with the arrival of the Dharma-ending Age, it has become increasingly difficult for anyone to enter the Ancient Sword Domain through this channel.

"I see."

Yan Lan's red dress swayed like fire as she pondered, "No wonder this place is so dangerous, with the remains of a Nascent Soul dragon and its soul guarding it. It seems to be a test left behind from back then."

She glanced around at the towering sword bones and said, "In the past tens of thousands of years, during the Dharma-ending Age, the number of those who have been able to pass through this place is probably very small."

"Perhaps the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal and Master Zhang once entered the Ancient Sword Domain through this place."

Zhao Wuji smiled and turned to look at the Yangzhou Cauldron floating in the mist. "However, this is both an opportunity and an extreme danger. Perhaps those predecessors who passed through it did not publicize it because they considered the perils involved."

Yan Lan nodded slightly, her phoenix eyes reflecting the azure light of the tripod.

Amidst the swirling mist of the abyss, the dragon-headed cauldron's handles swayed gently with the sound of the tide.

"After I break the barrier, you should prepare to appease this cauldron."

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed like lightning, and the Azure Dragon Pearl in his palm suddenly burst forth with a dazzling blue light.

Inside the Dragon Ball, it seemed as if a raging sea was churning, and the wave patterns on the ball's body lit up one by one, transforming into illusory water dragon shadows that spiraled out.

"break!"

With a sharp shout, the Dragon Ball flew out of his hand, tracing a deep blue path through the air.

The phantom of the water dragon grew longer in the wind, transforming in an instant into a hundred-foot-long giant dragon, carrying towering waves as it crashed fiercely into the sword intent barrier outside the Yangzhou Cauldron.

"boom!!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, the barrier cracked like a mirror.

The sword intent illusion of "a bright moon rising over the sea" trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the moon.

Countless fragments of sword energy scattered like ice crystals, refracting into countless starlight in the dark abyss.

"This Yangzhou tripod is known as the Tripod of Tides."

Yan Lanfeng's eyes reflected the shattered sword light. "It can regulate the flow of spiritual energy in rivers, lakes and seas, prevent floods and imbalance of spiritual energy, and also purify violent or impure spiritual energy."

She lightly touched her lips with her slender finger and smiled sweetly: "After obtaining this cauldron, my cultivation speed will surely reach a new level."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!
The Yangzhou Ding suddenly trembled violently, and the dragon-head handles emitted a hissing sound that seemed to pierce through the clouds and split rocks.

The wave-like patterns on the cauldron's body writhed as if they were alive, causing the entire seawater in the Dragon-Trapping Abyss to surge back.

The raging tidal energy transformed into dozens of water tornadoes, reassembling the shattered fragments of the barrier.

Yan Lan's eyes sharpened, and her long black hair moved without wind. "Uncle-Master will help you refine it!"

Her delicate hands formed a mudra like butterflies flitting among flowers, and suddenly an ancient, archaic pattern appeared between her brows.

The phantom of the Zhenhai Stele leaped out from the Lingtai, and amidst the surging gray mist on the stele, countless ancient runes slithered like golden snakes.

These runes, along with the tidal patterns on the Yangzhou Ding, create a vivid picture of Yu the Great taming the floods in the void.

"rise!"

With a clear shout, the Zhenhai Stele rose in the wind.

The two characters 'Dinghai' at the bottom of the stele burst forth with dazzling golden light, transforming into eighteen rune chains that soared into the sky.

The chains, like dragons exploring the sea, reveal secret patterns on each link, and when they wrap around the cauldron, they produce a clear and melodious sound like gold and jade striking each other.

"Buzz!!"

The Yangzhou Cauldron emitted a resentful hum, and the tidal forces within it launched a frenzied counterattack.

"puff!"

Yan Lan suddenly bit her fingertip, and a drop of blood shot onto the top of the monument.

The Zhenhai Stele was suddenly engulfed in bloody light, and the chains on the stele revealed bloody veins that pierced into the patterns on the cauldron like tree roots.

"town!"

The chains tightened suddenly, and the azure light on the cauldron surged. The dragon-fish handles on the cauldron trembled violently, as if trying to break free of their restraints, but were suppressed by the layers of inscriptions.

"Uh"

Yan Lan suddenly let out a muffled groan, and all the color drained from her pretty face.

The vermilion mark between her brows had faded like a dying candle, and her slender, delicate body swayed slightly, almost causing her to fall from mid-air.

The backlash from suppressing this ancient treasure almost drained all of her magical power.

The hiss of the dragon-like creature with the cauldron-shaped handle gradually weakened, eventually turning into a gentle sigh of the tide.

"Refining!"

Zhao Wuji swiftly formed a hand seal, and the Qingzhou Cauldron roared forth from the Heavenly Pot. The storm cloud patterns on the cauldron's body shone with silver light, echoing the wave patterns of the Yangzhou Cauldron.

With his left hand, he formed the Boiling Stone Incantation, and crimson spiritual flames burst forth from his fingertips, condensing into the phantom of the Eight Trigrams Furnace in the void.

"laugh!!"

The dim, yellowish flames coiled around the two cauldrons like dragons, and the patterns on the cauldrons gradually merged under the scorching flames.

The dragon in the wave pattern suddenly came to life and intertwined its neck with the thunderbird in the cloud pattern.

The two cauldrons' energy merged like mountains and seas, bursting forth with dazzling light amidst the raging flames.

The struggle of the Yangzhou cauldron gradually weakened, and the sound of the tide inside the cauldron gradually subsided like the receding tide.

Zhao Wuji suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the dragon-head handle of the cauldron.

The dragonfish drank the blood droplets greedily as if they were sweet dew, and finally emitted a soft 'hum' as it completely refined them.

"It's done!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up with surprise as he placed his palm on the edge of the cauldron.

The spiritual flames from the boiling stone flowed into the cauldron along the meridians, refining the last restriction.

In an instant, the Yangzhou Ding's azure light was contained like the deep sea, while the wave patterns on its belly flowed like living water, forming a vortex inside the cauldron and spontaneously drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy.

"Wow!!"

The spiritual energy of the entire Trapped Dragon Abyss instantly flowed like rivers flowing into the sea, condensing into a liquid vortex at the mouth of the cauldron.

With each rotation of the vortex, a shower of stardust fell into the cauldron.
"Wow!"

The spiritual energy condensed into a tangible substance, swirling and turning into fine, azure spiritual crystals within the cauldron. These crystals were crystal clear, like shattered stars falling into the sea, each containing extremely pure water-elemental spiritual energy.

"What pure spiritual energy!"

Zhao Wuji lightly twirled a spirit crystal between his fingertips.

I felt a cool sensation upon touch, and the spiritual energy flowed like a gentle stream, flowing straight into my dantian through my meridians.

The three golden pills devoured the energy voraciously, and the cultivator's cultivation level even subtly increased.

"Although these spirit crystals are small and fragmented, their spiritual energy purity seems to be almost comparable to that of high-grade spirit stones. Those are legendary items, extinct in the end times."

He smiled with delight: "With the aid of this spirit crystal, the speed of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage will be even faster!"

His expression changed slightly as he turned his head.

Beside her, Yan Lan's pretty face was deathly pale, the vermilion mark between her brows was as dim as a flickering candle, and her slender body swayed slightly, looking utterly exhausted and on the verge of collapse.

"Uncle!"

Zhao Wuji instantly appeared beside Yan Lan.

With his left hand gently supporting her delicate vest, he infused it with spiritual energy, while his right hand picked up three spirit crystals and brought them to her lips.

The spirit crystal turned into azure liquid upon touching her lips, sliding down her throat.

"Well"

Yan Lan groaned, feeling a refreshing spiritual energy like sweet rain nourishing her parched meridians.

She instinctively activated her internal energy technique, only to see Zhao Wuji's sword finger already pointing three inches from her wrist.

The blue light emitted by the medical technique, like spring vines, guided the essence of the spiritual crystals to the damaged dantian.

As their spiritual energies intertwined, Yan Lan's pale complexion gradually regained its rosy hue.

She slightly opened her phoenix eyes, meeting Zhao Wuji's gaze, which was inches away from hers.

"Nephew, I'm much better."

She parted her lips slightly, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a distant roar.

As the Yangzhou Cauldron was completely refined, Tianquan Island in the East Sea Sword Tomb suddenly trembled.

The gray mist within the Dragon-Trapping Abyss dissipated like the receding tide, revealing the entire underwater sword tomb that had been silent for ten thousand years.

The Big Dipper formation, composed of the seven main islands, shifted slightly.

The sword intent restriction that originally sealed off the sea area weakened by three points on its own, as if some kind of power that suppressed the East China Sea had been quietly withdrawn.

"This place is no place to stay any longer! Let's go!"

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, put his arm around Yan Lan's slender waist, and his figure rose up like a startled swan.

The Yangzhou tripod transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into my sleeve.

With the help of the Ancient Teleportation Token, the two returned to the ninth level of the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb.

The second level of the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb.

The pale blue moonlight spilled like mercury across the ground, illuminating the Sword Tomb as if it were a dream.

Zhao Wuji and Yan Lan stood side by side beside the second level of the sword pool, with the surrounding sword energy rising and falling like breathing, forming a natural protective barrier.

"Master Uncle, how is the place?"

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly, scanned the area around the sword pool, and smiled.

The pool beside him was a deep blue, reflecting the waning moon's phantom image, and every ripple contained pure sword intent.

Yan Lan glanced at the sword marks on the edge of the pool, nodded and smiled: "This is the Moonlit Sword Tempering Pool. Although its spiritual energy is not as pure as Mirror Lake, it has more of a sharp sword charm."

Her phoenix eyes flickered, and she suddenly smiled mischievously: "What, is Junior Nephew afraid to go back to Mirror Lake to see those two sweethearts?"

Zhao Wuji coughed lightly, "Cultivation is the priority, how can I keep focusing on personal feelings!"

He appeared serious on the surface, but was observing the Yin-Yang Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Immortal cultivation level: Golden Core Perfection (27831/60000)

Martial Immortal Cultivation Level: Golden Core True Form Perfection: (21008/60000)

However, what is most astonishing now is his inner golden core. After the gate of mystery opened to twelve feet, the rich ancient spiritual energy within the mysterious land has been increasingly poured in and cleansed by it every day.

This caused the cultivation level of the Inner Realm Golden Core to surpass that of the Immortal and Martial Golden Cores, becoming significantly larger and closer to a breakthrough.

The only pity is that the ancient spiritual energy could not escape the inner realm, so it could not benefit the other two golden cores at all.

Zhao Wuji looked at Yan Lan solemnly and said, "This time I plan to go all out and cultivate directly to the Nascent Soul stage. After passing the Nascent Soul Tribulation, I will go out!"

"Breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage?"

Yan Lan's red lips parted slightly, and the strands of hair on her forehead moved without any wind.

She knew that this junior disciple was exceptionally talented, but the Nascent Soul stage was no child's play.
However, when her gaze swept over the floating Yangzhou cauldron, she felt much more at ease.

"it is good."

She smiled, her lips parted slightly, and her breath was sweet as orchids: "With the help of the Yangzhou Cauldron, my breakthrough this time is probably a natural progression."

"Yes. Since Master Uncle does not wish to return to Mirror Lake, let us cultivate together here."

Zhao Wuji's sleeves suddenly unfurled.

Eighteen streams of light shot out from the sky, which turned out to be eighteen crystal-clear array flags, forming the "Mysterious Ice Locking Spirit Array".

"rise!"

The next moment, he made a hand seal with his sword fingers, and the Qingzhou Cauldron and the Yangzhou Cauldron hummed simultaneously.

The storm cloud patterns transformed into a cyan hurricane, and the tidal wave patterns condensed into a deep blue vortex.

The two cauldrons' energy intertwined in the void, evolving into a Dao diagram of 'wind and water rising'.

"Wow!!"

The moonlight in the pool flowed like reversed silver and mercury, and was being frantically extracted.

Each ray of moonlight condensed into liquid elixir at the mouth of the cauldron, and when it dripped down, it made a crisp sound like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Seeing this, Yan Lan gently raised her hand, and the phantom of the Zhenhai Stele emerged from between her eyebrows, calming the violent aura of the cauldron amidst the swirling gray mist.

The runes at the bottom of the stele hung down like chains, forming nine layers of restrictions around Zhao Wuji's body.

The next moment, the twin cauldrons' spiritual vortexes surged forth like a celestial river flowing backward, enveloping Zhao Wuji.

Nine phantom thunderbirds flew out from the storm cloud patterns on the Qingzhou Cauldron, carrying with them a pure Yang Thunder Crystal composed of wind and thunder power, which they poured into the Martial Immortal Dao Golden Pill.

The Yangzhou Ding, with its dragon-head handle, spewed out eighteen water dragons, carrying spiritual crystals formed from the essence of the tides, which then entered the immortal golden elixir.

The inner golden core frantically seized the primordial spiritual energy overflowing from behind the Gate of Mysterious Female.

Zhao Wuji focused his mind on his dantian, gazing at the Martial Immortal Dao Blood Fiend Golden Pill swirling with bloodthirsty aura, pondering to himself.

If the Golden Core of the Martial Immortal Path is still lacking in refinement at that time, it may be advisable to use the Thunder Crystal stored in the Azure State Cauldron to perfect the fifth Yang Pearl and then open the sixth Yang Pearl.

In this way, the physical body will surely undergo another transformation, and the cultivation level of the Martial Immortal Golden Core will also increase dramatically.

In addition, the Xuan Yin Condensed Dew given by the Star River Daoist in the past is also a rare and precious item. If one can use it to refine the Immortal Golden Core, one's cultivation in the Immortal Dao will surely advance further.

The moment the thought arose, a strange change occurred within the body.

As the three dantians rotated, they formed a three-element formation, supporting each other as they rotated.

Yan Lan, her red dress billowing, retreated to the edge of the sword pool.

Gazing at the figure in the center of the spiritual energy storm, she suddenly bit her fingertip, flicking a drop of blood onto the Zhenhai Stele.

"go with!"

The essence of blood transformed into cinnabar runes that seeped into the stele, causing the gray mist on the stele's surface to boil like a sea.

The nine chains suddenly swelled, like writhing dragons, firmly securing the twin cauldrons and their spiritual vortex.

"I will do my best to help you."

She parted her lips slightly, a hint of forced smile and sadness flashing across her red eyes, her voice dissipating into the tide of sword energy, "I hope you can break through smoothly."

Beside the Sword Pool, the moonlight was like gauze, and the spiritual energy was like a tide.

At this very moment, on Sword Immortal Mountain, the sword energy is like a prison.

Fallen leaves fluttered down, and strong grasses danced wildly.

Every fallen leaf, every swaying sword grass, forms its own solemn sword realm.

The sword intent, as solid as a tangible substance, transformed the entire mountain into a prison.

The Immortal Saint Sect Master Cang Yunzi, the Nine Nether Demon Lord, Huang Shang, and the four Demon Kings have been imprisoned in this myriad sword realms for three whole years.

"puff!"

The demon kings were covered in blood, their bodies riddled with deep, bone-revealing sword wounds.

It knelt on the ground, and a phantom demonic figure appeared behind it, which was an external avatar created by the 'Demon Soul Substitute Death Technique'.

The demonic figure was now as dim as a candle in the wind, barely bearing the sword realm's killing blows for him, but it was also on the verge of collapse at any moment.

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's black robe was tattered, and his demonic energy surged around him, constantly dissolving under the sword intent, yet he still managed to remain composed.

He suddenly flipped his palm and raised it, revealing the nascent soul of the Palace Master of Illusion Moon Palace.

The illusory little figure was surrounded by moonlight sword intent, but it was already extremely weak.

He gently stroked with his fingertips, his demonic voice as gentle as water: "Illusion Moon, I swear that I will one day slay Zhao Wuji and that traitorous demon Peng, and offer them as a blood sacrifice for you!"

Upon hearing this, the Nascent Soul Master of Illusion Moon Palace showed gratitude in his eyes and was about to speak.

"laugh!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord suddenly opened his mouth and, like a giant python devouring the sky, swallowed the nascent soul whole!
"Now, you should lend me a hand first."

"boom!!"

In an instant, the demonic flames around the Nine Nether Demon Lord surged, and the demonic energy that had been worn down by the sword intent surged like boiling water. His injuries healed visibly, and even his cultivation level subtly increased!
He suddenly looked up at the white-clad figure a thousand feet away, his eyes blazing with demonic flames: "Cang Yunzi! If this stalemate continues, let alone getting close to the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, even on the day the Sword Domain closes, we may not be able to escape!"

At a height of a thousand feet, Cang Yunzi stood on the sword domain, and within three feet around him, the sword energy was like a subject paying homage.

Although the sect leader of the Immortal Saint Sect was also pale, he was much more composed than the others.

He stared silently at the swaying nine-leaf sword grass on the mountaintop, seemingly oblivious to the Demon Lord's words.

"Old Huang!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord suddenly turned his head, his demonic eyes locking onto the yellow-robed figure behind him. "You have read countless scriptures and created the Longevity Dao Canon. Do you have any way to break this deadlock?"

His yellow Taoist robe was stained with blood, but the ancient scroll in his hand remained spotless. He glanced at the sword grass atop the mountain and said hoarsely, "This old man does indeed have a way to escape."

Before he could finish speaking, Cang Yunzi's brows furrowed, and a sharp sword intent pressed down from afar.

Huang Shang neither dodged nor avoided, but lightly tapped the scroll with his finger, actually guiding the sword intent into the mysterious gate of the universe within his sleeve.

He said softly, "But the Demon Lord knows perfectly well why I am doing this. If you are willing to help me obtain the sword soil and grass fragments beside the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass..."

With that, he spread his sleeves and said, "I rely on the techniques of shrinking the earth to an inch and making the world seem within reach, as recorded in the Taoist scriptures. It would be no difficult for me to send the Demon Lord to the mountain peak."

"Huang Shang!"

Cang Yunzi finally spoke, his voice like the clang of a sword, "Do you really intend to aid and abet evil?"

Huang Shang stroked his beard and chuckled: "If Sect Master Cangyun is willing to leave now and help me enter Mirror Lake to seize that Nine Cauldrons, I will naturally stand on your side."

His eyes gleamed. "The choice is yours."

A sudden gust of mountain wind swept through, and the sword's intent was chilling.

As the three faced off, the killing intent of the sword energy throughout the entire sword realm froze.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, within the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb, ten thousand swords suddenly rang out in unison!

After Zhao Wuji consumed and refined the last pot of Xuan Yin Condensed Dew, his spiritual energy surged like a raging sea, reaching the surface of the Yin Yang Pearl in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Both his cultivation in the Immortal Path and his cultivation in the Martial Immortal Path have reached their peak.

At this moment, his cultivation in both the Immortal Path and the Martial Immortal Path was already overflowing, making further progress extremely difficult.

He focused his mind into his dantian, where he saw three golden cores hanging in the air like three blazing suns, attracting each other and slowly rotating.

The golden patterns on the immortal elixir resemble dragons, coiling around its body, with a faint image of purple aura coming from the east, seemingly containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

Inside, the illusory image of the Golden Elixir Tree stands tall, with stars seemingly flowing among its branches and leaves, as if it holds a small world within it.

The Blood Fiend True Form Golden Core bursts forth with scarlet fiend clouds, like a primordial beast lying in wait, its fiendish energy condensed and not dissipating, subtly aligning with the way of killing.

With a thought, the three pills drew closer and closer, their energy merging together.

A chaotic egg, brimming with spiritual energy, actually evolved within his dantian. Profound Dao patterns flowed across its surface, seemingly symbolizing the creation of the world.

Zhao Wuji was so engrossed in the thought that he suddenly had an epiphany.

"When the Golden Elixir shatters, the Nascent Soul is born, like an egg breaking through its shell, or a phoenix undergoing nirvana."

This is a crucial step on the path of spiritual practice.

Shattering the elixir is not destruction, but rather the process of breaking down and then rebuilding.

He condensed and sublimated his life's cultivation, transforming it into the foundation of his nascent soul.

"Boom!!"

A deafening roar suddenly exploded, and the outer shell of the golden core shattered!
In an instant, three powerful energies converged in the center of the Purple Palace like rivers flowing into the sea, transforming into a three-colored nascent soul.

Although the nascent soul was not fully solidified, it already displayed extraordinary potential.

His face was like jade, and his eyebrows and eyes were like swords, just like Zhao Wuji.

His body was surrounded by chaotic energy, and behind him, divine light of three colors—green, gold, and blue—was faintly visible, like the rotation of the Great Dao.

At the center of his brow, a mysterious rune flickered, seemingly containing the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.

At the same time, the little golden figure of the primordial spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly opened its eyes, and the six divine rings between its eyebrows rotated like the sun. The golden rays that burst forth dyed the entire sea of ​​consciousness into a dazzling gold, and a vast pressure swept across the Purple Mansion!
Zhao Wuji felt his primordial spirit power rising steadily.

He actually broke through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm just as his Nascent Soul was formed!

He understood.

"The primordial spirit is formed first, and the nascent soul arrives later. This is the phenomenon of 'the spirit first, the nascent soul later,' which even the most outstanding talents of ancient times could not achieve."

This level of understanding is no longer simply about increasing magical power, but rather a deeper comprehension of the true essence of the Great Dao.

In a daze, he seemed to see the path of his cultivation journey.

From a naive young man who first embarked on the path of immortality during the Dharma-ending Age, to now having solidified his primordial spirit and formed his nascent nascent soul.

From the first time he received the Cold Soul Flying Sword from the Peak Master in the Linglang Cave Heaven, and his first sword duel, to now, when he can transform a domain with a single sword and master all techniques.

From struggling and risking his life for the Spirit Stone Elixir in the past, to now possessing two Great Yu Nine Cauldrons and the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass Sword Shadow, he has glimpsed the Great Dao of Immortality and come into contact with the White-Clad Sword Immortal and the Black-Robed Celestial Venerable.
At that moment, he felt as if he had reached the summit, overlooking the sea of ​​clouds, finally able to see the winding mountain road beneath his feet, and also glimpsing the even more vast world in the distance.

"It's true, I've broken through!!"

Not far away, Yan Lan's eyes gleamed with a strange light, her chest surging with emotion, deeply moved.

Looking at Zhao Wuji, whose spiritual power was surging, she felt that his aura was as deep and boundless as the ocean, which made even her, a cultivator in the late stage of the Golden Core realm, feel a strong sense of unease.

"He's only just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, yet his Nascent Soul power seems comparable to Old Ghost Huang?"

As she was secretly marveling, her delicate brows suddenly furrowed, and her heart trembled for no reason, as if she were being watched by some terrifying being.

Suddenly looked up
"The Nascent Soul Tribulation has arrived!"

Yan Lan's phoenix eyes narrowed suddenly, and she felt worried. No outsider should interfere in this calamity.

Otherwise, it will not only be of no benefit, but will also trigger a heavenly calamity, making the disaster even greater!

"With my nephew's talent and abilities, he will surely be able to overcome this calamity."

Her thoughts raced, and she moved with lightning speed, instantly retreating to the edge of the sword mound.

Above the Sword Tomb, the clouds of tribulation were as black as ink, rolling and churning, forcefully pressing the sword energy of the Crescent Moon Sword Tomb, which had never dissipated for thousands of years, back against the stone wall!
The entire Sword Tomb trembled, as if in fear of the might of heaven.

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint in them.

He could clearly feel a destructive force locking onto him, as if the heavens and earth would not allow him to break through against all odds.

"boom!!"

Without any warning, the first tribulation of intention descended suddenly, with countless inner demonic illusions surging in like a tidal wave, directly striking the soul.
(End of this chapter)