Immortals of the End Times

Outside the Sword Tomb under the Crescent Moon, dawn breaks.

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his spiritual power as deep and boundless as the ocean. The immense aura of his newly formed Nascent Soul had not yet been fully subdued, causing the surrounding void to distort slightly.

With a slight thought, he raised his fingertips, and a sword aura suddenly materialized.

It was no longer the cold gleam of the past, but was enveloped in three-colored divine light, like the beginning of chaos, where the void trembled even before the sword energy was unleashed.

“The power of the Nascent Soul…” he murmured, then suddenly slashed with his fingers together.

"laugh!"

The sword energy silently swept across the mountains thousands of feet away, slicing the mountains open diagonally like tofu, leaving a smooth, mirror-like surface.

Even more terrifying was that the sword energy, still powerful, split into three colors—green, gold, and blue—after slicing through the mountain. These colors swirled and turned like living things, eventually returning to his palm.

The three dharmas return to their origin, arising and ceasing in a single thought!
In the distance, Yan Lan, her red dress billowing, emerged from the ruins of the Sword Tomb. As soon as she approached, she felt her breath catch in her throat.

The spiritual power emanating from Zhao Wuji was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on her golden core and making her feel as if she were facing a ferocious beast from the primordial era.

Her phoenix eyes gleamed with admiration, and her lips parted slightly: "Congratulations, junior nephew, on breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage! Your power is already comparable to that of True Monarchs in the mid-Nascent Soul stage..."

"It's just that the primordial spirit is powerful enough."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji smiled, and his overwhelming spiritual power suddenly subsided, yet a trace of its aftertaste still lingered, causing Yan Lan's heart to flutter slightly.

He was about to speak when he suddenly frowned and his gaze shot like lightning to the clouds a hundred miles away: "Sneaking around like that, come out!"

"Lord, Lord!"

The clouds burst open, and the Demon Roc Sect Master hurriedly appeared, his golden wings stained with blood, his voice trembling as he opened and closed his beak.

He had been frightened by the lightning tribulation and had intended to observe secretly, but Zhao Wuji saw right through him. Now he felt that gaze was like a sharp sword hanging over his head, as if even his primordial spirit was being dissected and examined.

"Hiding so far away..."

Zhao Wuji smiled enigmatically, "Are you hoping I fail my tribulation so you can find another job?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

The Demon Roc Sect Master's feathers bristled, and he hurriedly flew down, bowing low to show his loyalty. "Your loyalty to your master is as clear as day! Moreover, I am loyal and righteous, and I would never betray you easily."

Just now, just now I was only afraid of disturbing the master's tribulation..."

"Not the best."

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, his voice like the clash of cold iron.

The Demon Roc Sect Master suddenly felt a chill run through his body, as if he were being targeted by a ferocious beast from the primordial era. Even the bird-taming runes within his primordial spirit were faintly burning hot.

After his master broke through, the pressure he felt was almost comparable to that of a Nascent Soul Perfection giant like the Nine Nether Demon Lord!

He dared not speak again, cowering like a quail.

Zhao Wuji ignored it and turned to look back at the ruins of the first level of the Sword Tomb.

After the calamity raged, the restrictions on this place collapsed.

The rock walls turned to dust, and even the Moonlit Sword Pool was half dried up.

"The Ancient Sword Domain was established by ancient sword immortals, and logically, even the Nascent Soul Tribulation should not have destroyed a single trace of it..."

He looked up at the sky, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "Is it because my tribulation power is too great, or is this sword domain... ultimately no match for the erosion of time?"

I wonder if that ancient white-robed swordsman is still alive today?

"Uncle."

Zhao Wuji suddenly looked at Yan Lan and smiled, "Now that I have broken through, I plan to go to Sword Immortal Mountain to explore. You should go back to Mirror Lake first."

Sword Immortal Mountain

Yan Lan's phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed, her red lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back.

She knew that Sword Immortal Mountain was dangerous.

Now, the Nine Nether Demon Lord, Cang Yunzi, Huang Shang, and others are all trapped in the mountains.

But looking into Zhao Wuji's calm gaze, and recalling his unpredictable methods, she finally sighed softly.

"You little rascal, where did you go? You'd better watch out!"

She suddenly smiled, her red dress swaying like fire. Her jade-like finger aimed sharply at Zhao Wuji's forehead, but before touching it, it softened into a gentle brush, straightening his clothes. "You are much stronger than your master now, and your master believes in your abilities. But if things are beyond our control..."

"rest assured!"

Zhao Wuji chuckled, but didn't flinch, letting the lingering warmth from her fingertips brush against his neck. He nodded and said, "I will take good care of myself."

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve and leaped onto the back of the roc.

The Demon Roc Sect Master felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He spread his golden wings in anger, transforming them into a rainbow that pierced the sky, and in an instant, he disappeared through the clouds and mist.

Yan Lan watched his figure disappear into the distance, then turned to look at the ruins, frowned, clutched her chest, and sighed inwardly.

The sea of ​​clouds is surging.

The Demon Roc Sect Master's golden wings tore through the sky, stirring up gusts of wind.

Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged on its back, but his mind sank into the First Heavenly Pot Space, his gaze falling on the scarlet fungus demon sealed by the Blood Fiend Needle Sword.

The fungal demon's body resembles a clump of wriggling scarlet mycelium, its surface covered with honeycomb-like pores.

Even now, pinned down by eighteen blood-red sword energies, it still twists and turns unwillingly, radiating the spiritual power of a fully-formed Golden Core cultivator.

"The wine fungus has become a demon, yet it can parasitize the corpse and soul of a dragon to unleash the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator. This fungus demon is quite something..."

Zhao Wuji pondered to himself.

Beside the Yin Sha Spring, a cluster of juvenile fungi huddled together, both fearful of the mother fungi's malevolent aura and attracted by the power of their shared origin. Their hyphae trembled slightly, as if struggling.

"Soul Capture!"

Zhao Wuji suddenly made a hand seal, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and the power of his primordial spirit surged out like a tide, transforming into strands of golden chains that pierced straight into the core of the fungus demon.

The fungal demon struggled violently, spewing corrosive alcohol mist from its honeycomb holes, but was crushed by the power of the primordial spirit the moment it touched the chains.

With his current Nascent Soul stage strength, enslaving this Golden Core stage fungal demon is not difficult for him.

In just a moment, the fungal demon's struggles weakened, pale gold patterns appeared on the surface of its scarlet mycelium, and it finally lay motionless on the ground, conveying a sense of submission.

"It's done."

With a thought, Zhao Wuji removed the seal from the Blood Fiend Needle Sword, and the fungus demon obediently curled up into a ball, no longer displaying its previous ferocity.

He summoned four sobering stones with a flick of his wrist.

Four orbs of light—Golden Goblet, God of Man, Earthly Noble, and Heavenly Palace—floated in the palm of the hand.

"Wow..."

The sobering stone shimmered with light, and wisps of Tianbao wine aroma wafted out, like a thin amber mist.

Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled, the wine mist entering his throat, and he immediately felt a blazing yet mellow spiritual power explode within his body.

Even the nascent soul felt a bit drunk, its three-colored divine light rippled slightly, and the speed of its spiritual energy flow increased dramatically.

"Good wine!"

He exclaimed in admiration and then put the Heavenly Stone in his mouth again.

"Buzz!"

Before long, a bright purple light shone behind him, almost turning crimson, and his spiritual affinity suddenly increased by 30%.

Even when observing internally, one can see that the spiritual energy flowing through the meridians is becoming increasingly clear and transparent, and the perception of the spiritual energy of the surrounding world is becoming clearer.

"What kind of wine is this? It smells so good, it seems quite nice."

Beneath him, the Demon Roc Sect Master's nostrils flared, and his golden eyes widened in disbelief.

The aroma of the wine wafted into its nostrils, making its throat bob, causing even though it didn't like wine, to become drooling with enticement from the scent of this Tianbao wine.

"My lord...this wine..."

It couldn't help but stammer as it opened its mouth, then hurriedly shut up, afraid of angering its master.

Zhao Wuji glanced at it, a half-smile on his face: "What, you want to try it too?"

The Demon Roc Sect Master trembled and shook his head repeatedly: "No, no! How could I possibly be worthy..."

"Keep on your way."

Zhao Wuji ignored it and turned to look at the crawling fungus demon. He flicked his finger and sent a wisp of Tianbao wine into its body. "Now that you have submitted, brew wine for me."

The mycelium of the fungus wriggled merrily, and crystal-clear liquid overflowed from the honeycomb pores, actively extending into the wine cellar next to the Yin Sha Spring, beginning to blend the spiritual wine stored in the cellar, almost like a powerful wine boy.

The liquor is purified by tumbling under the catalysis of mycelium, impurities are removed, and the spiritual energy becomes increasingly pure.

"If only we could brew Tianbao Wine..."

Zhao Wuji's eyes revealed a hint of anticipation.

The potency of Tianbao Wine is so potent that it can even affect Nascent Soul True Monarchs, so it will naturally have a great effect on the peak masters and others around them as well.

The four sobering stones now contain over a thousand catties of Tianbao wine, which is enough for our needs.

But if the yeast can be successfully cultivated, then everyone will be happy.

However, for now, the most important thing is to prepare for the Sword Immortal Mountain event.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhao Wuji conjured an ancient-looking token in his palm.

The Sword Immortal Mountain Entry Token is etched with fine sword patterns on its surface, and it feels icy cold to the touch, as if countless sword energies are lurking within.

He traced the indentation on the token with his fingertips, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Those who have entered Sword Immortal Mountain now are all powerful old monsters who have been around for many years, especially the Immortal Saint Sect Master Cang Yunzi and the Nine Nether Demon Lord, both of whom have reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage."

"Senior Cang Yunzi is fine, after all, he is a master of the Sword Sect. But we must be wary of the Nine Nether Demon Lord. As for Huang Shang, five years have passed. I wonder if that old ghost has broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage?"

While pondering, Zhao Wuji flicked his sleeve, and a simple, ancient-looking sword sheath appeared in his hand.

The sheath revealed ripples like those of a mirror-like lake, and its appearance immediately caused the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble.

This scabbard contains the Mirror Lake Sword Qi that has been sealed for three whole years!
Once released, even a Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of their cultivation must temporarily retreat from its edge.

"Not enough"

Zhao Wuji's consciousness sank into his dantian, and within the third celestial space, the phantom of a nine-leaf sword grass swayed gently.

As the grass blades unfurl, a sword intent that seems capable of cleaving the heavens and splitting the earth seems to flow through them.

"This sword shadow should not be used if possible. It should be used to try to get closer to the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass." His divine sense then probed into the First Heavenly Space again.

A dark red spear, over six hundred feet long and resembling a towering ancient tree, quietly took root.

The gun was wreathed in blood-red aura, and countless dragon souls could be vaguely seen howling within it.

Immortal-Slaying Spear!
With the power of this spear, if the Demon Tree clone were to wield it, it would be quite capable of defeating a Nascent Soul Perfection expert like the Nine Nether Demon Lord, and could even exert suppression.

However, each time this spear is activated, it consumes a massive amount of spiritual energy.

If its full power is unleashed, the demon tree clone can only activate it a few dozen times.

"This spear, if it is not used, it is used to achieve a swift and decisive victory!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly an idea struck him. He flipped his palm and took out a dark blue dragon pearl.

A dragon soul swam and surged within the pearl, exuding the pressure of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"The power of this Azure Sea Dragon Soul alone is not strong, but if it is refined into the tassel of the Immortal-Slaying Spear..."

His mind was spinning.

Although the Immortal-Slaying Spear had hundreds of dragon souls wrapped around its crimson tassel, only two of them were at the Nascent Soul level.

The rest are all those who have attained the Golden Elixir or the Concentration of Spirit.

If this Azure Dragon Soul could be added, the ferocity of this spear would surely reach new heights!

"call!"

He flicked his sleeve.

The Dragon Ball transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the First Heavenly Chamber, flying towards the Immortal-Slaying Spear.

But then, the blood-red spear within the pot suddenly trembled, its tassel moving without wind, and hundreds of dragon souls roared in unison.

Zhao Wuji made a hand seal and used the Soul-Chasing Technique to forcefully extract the Azure Sea Dragon Soul from the pearl and press it towards the churning crimson spear tassel.

"Roar!"

The dragon soul roared and struggled, its scales and claws tearing and stirring up the spiritual energy of the celestial pot.

However, the two Nascent Soul dragon souls on the spear tassel rushed forward first, and the other dragon souls, like jackals smelling blood, coiled around it layer by layer.

In less than three breaths, the azure dragon soul was torn apart and merged into the spear tassel.

The entire Immortal-Slaying Spear suddenly erupted with a dazzling blood-red light, and the faint sound of the ocean tide could be heard from the swirling of the spear tassel.

"Besides the Immortal-Slaying Spear, there are also level-six magic weapons such as the Soul-Devouring Wind Pearl, the Flowing Cloud Fan, the Bone-Corroding Rain Needle, and the Thunder Spear."

Zhao Wuji pondered for a moment, then looked at the two nine-cauldrons in the Pot Heaven space, took out the Qingzhou Cauldron, and then took out the Thunderclap Spear. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, "This preparation should be enough!"

The Demon Peng Sect Master beneath him felt a sudden chill run down his spine, sensing that his master on his back was fiddling with something, which made him feel vaguely frightened.

Just as they were wondering what was going on, Zhao Wuji's cold voice suddenly rang in their ears:

"Tell me about some of the Nine Nether Demon Lord's methods and magical treasures, and what their capabilities are."

"Master, Master, what do you want?"

The Demon Roc Sect Master was shocked and thought to himself, "He has only just entered the Nascent Soul stage, and he's already going to attack that old demon?"

Then, recalling Zhao Wuji's ferocious power in slaying demons with his Golden Core and swallowing lightning with his Nascent Soul, he felt that even the Nine Nether Demon Lord might not fare well against this fiend.

"The Nine Netherworld Demon has controlled the Nine Netherworld Gate for many years. He is extremely vicious and ruthless. Even that old fellow Bone Demon may very well have died at his hands."

The Demon Roc Sect Master's mind raced. "Palace Master Illusion Moon must have fled to the Nine Nether Demon Lord. If my master can fight against the Nine Nether Demon Lord, I won't need to fear him. This is all thanks to my master's influence!"

Upon realizing this, he immediately spoke without hesitation, his sharp beak opening and closing like an inverted Milky Way: "Master, please allow me to report! That Nine Nether Demon Lord..."

In the process of explaining, he had revealed the old devil's background completely, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

At this very moment, on Sword Immortal Mountain, all the swords are silent.

The mountain path winds like a dragon's spine, every inch of stone steps is permeated with a chilling sword intent, the falling leaves form a sword realm, and the swaying grass reveals its sharp edge.

The entire mountain peak seemed to be sealed by countless transparent sword cages, the void twisted like wrinkled silk, and even the air condensed into fine sword threads.

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's black robes fluttered in the wind, and the surging demonic flames around him constantly collapsed and regenerated under the suppression of the sword intent.

With each step he took, the Eight Trigrams array appeared in the air beneath his feet.

It was Huang Shang who used the great supernatural power of "shrinking the earth into an inch" recorded in the "Wanshou Daozang" to condense the hundred-zhang mountain path into a short distance.

"Cang Yunzi!"

The Demon Lord suddenly stopped and burst into wild laughter, his voice shaking the heavens, "You've sat here on Sword Immortal Mountain for five years, yet you can't even get past the mountain's neck!"

His demonic eyes looked down and saw that on the mountain path hundreds of feet away, the Immortal Saint Sect Master's three-zhang sword domain had been compressed to the thinness of a cicada's wing.

Countless transparent sword energies clung to his white robes like a malignant tumor, each movement eliciting the clang of metal against metal.

Huang Shang's expression was solemn as his fingers flew across the scroll, ancient seal script light constantly bursting from the yellowed pages.

Seven "Near-the-Distance Talismans" flew out from his sleeve in succession. As the talismans burned, the void distorted, and an illusory stairway to heaven was laid out under the feet of the Nine Nether Demon Lord.

"Demon Lord!" the old Taoist suddenly roared, "There is a barrier thirty feet ahead that you cannot cross!"

Before the words were even finished, the sword grass on both sides of the mountain path suddenly grew wildly, and as the grass leaves unfurled, they burst forth with a dazzling cold light, and thousands of sword energies surged like a reversed Milky Way!

"Soul Devourer!!"

With a sinister grin, the Nine Nether Demon Lord tore open his robes, revealing the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Mark branded on his demonic body.

The moment the markings lit up, the incoming sword energy was swallowed up by thirty percent, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

"Old Huang, your 'Yu Step Ascending to Heaven Talisman' is truly ingenious!"

Huang Shang did not reply upon hearing this, but fine beads of sweat seeped out from under his Taoist hat.

He had already turned to the "Dongxuan Lingbao" chapter of the Daoist scroll in his hand. He bit his tongue and spat out his essence blood, drawing three blood talismans in the void, which transformed into three blood-colored golden lamps that surrounded him: "Demon Lord, hurry! My 'Avoidance Golden Lamp Talisman' can only last for ten breaths!"

I am no longer able to support you; the rest is up to you.

"Hmph! How could mere sword intent possibly stop me?"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's figure suddenly blurred, and under the protection of the golden lamp, he broke through layer upon layer of sword realms.

However, when they were only fifty feet away from the mountain peak, the surrounding sword energy suddenly solidified into nine towering swords that hung above them.

It was the most dangerous "Nine Tribulations Questioning the Heart" restriction of Sword Immortal Mountain.

Suddenly, the entire Sword Immortal Mountain trembled.

The seemingly delicate sword grass swayed gently, and its nine leaves simultaneously burst forth with chaotic sword light, like the first sharp edge after the creation of the world, instantly blasting the Demon Lord back a hundred feet.

"Pfft!!" The Nine Nether Demon Lord's expression changed drastically, and the demonic flames around him were shattered inch by inch by the sword intent.

His body shattered seven layers of mountain rocks before he regained his footing, and for the first time, horror appeared in his demonic eyes.

Huang Shang's Taoist robe below had been torn to shreds by the backlash of sword energy, but he still stared intently at the sword grass that was emitting chaos on the mountaintop, his eyes flashing with sharp light, and he thought to himself, 'Just as I thought.'

"Nine Netherworlds, do you think you can get your hands on a sword immortal's treasure with such meager skills?"

Below, Cang Yunzi stood with his hands behind his back. Although he was still trapped in the Sword Realm, he remained calm and composed, as if he had expected this situation.

Even though Huang Shang seemed to be helping the Nine Nether Demon Lord, he was actually just using the Nine Nether Demon Lord to test the situation in the Sword Realm, something Huang Shang had already figured out.

"hateful!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a gloomy expression. Just as he was about to try again, he suddenly heard a roc's cry that could pierce through gold and split rocks coming from beyond the sky.

"Hmm? Sect Master Yaopeng?"

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Nine Nether Demon Lord. He remembered the situation reported by the Palace Master of Illusion Moon earlier and suddenly turned around.

"Wow!!"

A golden streak of light descended from the sky like a falling meteor.

The Demon Roc Sect Master's wingspan reached tens of feet, each golden feather bursting with dazzling cold light. The Geng metal energy poured down like a torrential rain, forcefully tearing a gap in the sky full of sword intent!
On the back of the roc, Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, his Qilin robe fluttering in the wind, his body transforming into a sword domain of flowing sword mist.

A three-colored aura swirled above his head, and the immense pressure of his newly formed nascent soul was as vast as an abyss, causing the sword energy within a hundred feet radius to freeze!

"Um?!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord, Huang Shang, and even the demon kings all changed their expressions and turned their heads to look!

"Zheng!"

Cang Yunzi suddenly looked up, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared in the eyes of this Immortal Saint Sect Master.

The sword intent emanating from that young figure caused even his natal flying sword to tremble, and the surrounding mist was actually a sword domain.

"This child possesses extraordinary talent in swordsmanship!"

"Demon Roc, you actually betrayed me and submitted to this human?!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's demonic eyes shrank abruptly as he roared, the roar causing rocks to tumble down the mountain path. His demonic power erupted like a tidal wave, but when it touched Zhao Wuji's sword domain, it was pulverized by countless sword energies.

The Demon Roc Sect Master's golden eyes flashed, and the Geng metal energy flowed between his feathers. He met the Demon Lord's gaze without flinching or avoiding him, and sneered: "Nine Netherworlds, a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on! You, a dignified Demon Lord, do you not even know the profound truth that a three-year-old child understands? My lord is far superior to you."

"presumptuous!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's demonic flames surged, his black robes fluttered without wind, and his eyes were as cold as ice. Suddenly, he felt a chill run through his entire body.

On the back of the roc, Zhao Wuji, clad in a qilin robe, stood with his hands behind his back, his figure as proud as a pine tree standing tall in the snow.

His sleeves seemed to flutter slightly unintentionally.

A streak of crimson spear light flickered in and out of the hem of the robe. Although there was no spiritual pressure leaking out, it caused the chilling sword energy of the entire sword realm to freeze, concealing its sharpness, yet making it even more terrifying.

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's demonic eyes shrank abruptly, and his surging demonic body was abruptly halted in mid-air!
"Nascent Soul? He's actually broken through to the Nascent Soul stage?!"

Not far away, the demon kings were covered in blood, their demonic bodies riddled with holes by the sword intent.

Sensing that subtle, overwhelming pressure, his heart was filled with turbulent waves.

What it fears even more is...

The small jade cauldron hanging from Zhao Wuji's waist.

The cauldron's surface is swirling with storm and cloud patterns, and a thunderbird relief can be faintly seen poised to take flight. Each flicker of the cloud patterns causes the surrounding spiritual energy to tremble.
"The Qingzhou Cauldron?!"

Huang Shang's fingers suddenly clenched the scroll, his old eyes narrowing into a dangerous arc.

The cauldron in Mirror Lake has indeed fallen into the hands of this young man!
A sense of foreboding raged in his heart, and his hunched body involuntarily straightened.
(End of this chapter)