Immortals of the End Times

Under the overwhelming demonic power unleashed by the Ancestral Demon's finger, the surrounding void trembled and collapsed!
Zhao Wuji felt a great threat, his mind was tense, and he quickly made a thought.

"Roar!"

The demon tree clone roared to the sky, its Xiang Yu battle blood boiling violently within it.

This body was not originally capable of bearing the full power of the battle form, but at the critical moment of life and death, there was no room for any reservations.

"boom!"

Dark gold battle patterns spread across his entire body like a volcanic eruption, each pattern bursting with dazzling blood-red light.

The phantom of Xiang Yu's battle spirit, condensed above his head, roared to the sky, its domineering aura causing the Nine Netherworld Demonic Mist to swirl back.

The hundreds-of-feet-long, ferocious arm was entangled with gnarled vines, and the Immortal-Slaying Spear was wrapped in blood-red lightning, piercing out fiercely with a sharp edge that could pierce the sky!
This shot seemed to overlap with the peerless halberd strike that defied the heavens and destroyed the righteous path back then!
"clang!!"

The moment the spear tip collided with the demonic finger, the entire Sword Immortal Mountain trembled.

The shockwave, visible to the naked eye, swept in all directions, and the many restrictive sword energies in the mountain shattered layer by layer like a mirror.

The invincible demonic finger was actually stopped, and countless cracks appeared on the pitch-black nail.

A suppressed roar came from behind the Nine Nether Gate.

The cost of creating a clone of the demon tree is even more severe.

The thousands of branches that made up his arm burst apart inch by inch, and the backlash from his battle body nearly disintegrated his arm.

"puff!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord coughed up demonic blood, his eyes wide with horror, "How is this possible!?"

This colossal creature could actually withstand a single finger strike from the Ancestral Demon!?

He immediately gritted his teeth and offered up more of his original demonic blood and remains, driving his demonic finger to continue probing forward.
"sword!!"

Just then, Zhao Wuji suddenly pressed his finger to his brow.

Suddenly, a dazzling sword light was drawn out from between his eyebrows.

The sword energy and sword intent bestowed by the Heavenly Sword Lord and the Qilin Sword Ancestor erupted with a thunderous roar, pouring down like a galaxy, and fiercely slashed at the demonic finger.

The demonic finger paused slightly, and the dark demonic energy was torn open with several cracks, but it still pressed down unstoppably!

"I'll help you!!"

Cang Yunzi roared and suddenly produced a 'Taiji Yin-Yang Seal' from his sleeve. This seal was a treasure left behind by the ancient Master Zhang and contained the power of Yin and Yang Taiji.

The seal swelled in the wind, transforming into a hundred-foot-tall illusory Tai Chi diagram. As the Yin and Yang fish rotated, they burst forth with chaotic and clear light, colliding fiercely with the demonic finger.

"boom!!"

The void shattered, and shockwaves surged like a tide.

The Tai Chi diagram trembled violently, and the Yin and Yang energies twisted like a millstone, actually holding the demonic finger in mid-air for three breaths.

The demonic energy of the underworld, powerful enough to corrode all things, was trapped in the clear light of the Taiji, unable to advance an inch.

however.

Suddenly, the demonic finger emitted a burst of eerie light, and the hideous bone spurs at its knuckles burst forth with scarlet blood-red light.

The Tai Chi symbol cracked open with spiderweb-like patterns, and the Yin-Yang fish wailed as it disintegrated inch by inch.

As the last ray of light vanished, the seal dimmed and flew away. Cang Yunzi groaned, his Daoist crown shattered, and he retreated, landing on the mountain path, his footsteps creating a deep pit in the rock.

"Pfft!" He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his white beard red.

Although the demonic finger was temporarily stopped, it still pressed down on Zhao Wuji with the power to crush heaven and earth!
"This is... Daoist rhythm?!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply, his mind reeling.

The supreme power that only a Nascent Soul cultivator can reach is beyond the reach of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

At this critical moment, he suddenly let out a long howl, unleashing his final trump card.

The third space in the dantian suddenly opened up.

The sword shadows of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, rooted in the inner realm, burst forth from the sky, its leaves like swords, their sharpness piercing the heavens.

"Zheng!!"

As the illusory sword-like grass slashed down, the dark Daoist aura was torn apart as easily as thin paper.

Black demonic blood splattered from the tip of the demonic finger with a "poof".

Just then, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, which had been dormant on the mountaintop for a long time, suddenly swayed, and all nine leaves burst out with a dazzling cold light, as if they were stirred by the sword shadow released by Zhao Wuji.

A sword aura that seemed to reach the heavens shot out from among the blades of grass, like an inverted Milky Way, instantly piercing through the sky and earth!
This sword once cleaved the heavens and destroyed the earth, enduring nine tribulations without decay.

They are said to be able to cut through the sun and moon with a single blade of grass and shatter the stars with a single sword!

"Zheng!!"

The moment the Nine-Leaf Sword Qi struck, the entire Sword Immortal Mountain trembled, and countless sword marks lit up simultaneously.

The ancient sword intent sleeping on the rock wall flowed like rivers into the sea, and thousands of sword energies surged out from all parts of the mountain, weaving into a sky-covering sword net in the void.

Each sword aura contained ancient sword intent, and at this moment, they all submitted to the call of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

"Click!!"

The sword energy slashed down.

The demonic finger that stretched across the heavens and earth was cleaved open by a single sword strike, and the dark Daoist aura crumbled inch by inch, turning into rolling demonic energy that surged back into the Nine Netherworld Gate.

"Thud!"

The Nine Nether Gate trembled violently, and a hundred-foot-long crack was forcibly cleaved in its path.

"puff!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord's demonic body exploded with a roar, his flesh and bones disintegrating inch by inch, turning into a sky full of blood mist!
The powerful demonic body, which had reached the Nascent Soul stage, was shattered like paper under the backlash of the Ancestral Demon!
The pitch-black demonic infant floated in the blood mist, its primordial spirit dimmed by three-tenths, and the demonic flames swirling around it flickered like a candle in the wind, about to go out.

"The timing isn't right, and the location isn't right."

From the depths of the Nine Netherworld Gate came a deep, demonic sigh, like cold iron from the Nine Netherworld clashing, causing the void to distort!

The voice was greedy and chilling, seemingly echoing from countless ages ago: "I never imagined that my Nine Nether Gate would reappear in this ancient sword domain. This demonic figure is only at the Nascent Soul stage."

Before the words were finished, the demonic voice suddenly turned fierce, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts: "But those I, the ancestor, wish to kill, even the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass cannot save! Unless it is your former master!"

"boom!!"

The Nine Nether Demon Lord, with only his nascent soul remaining, was dragged into the portal, floating in the demonic energy, roaring in terror: "Forgive me, Ancestral Demon! Your demonic grandson was unaware that the Sword Domain would suppress your power!"

"Om!!"

From the depths of the portal, a dark, demonic eye suddenly shone!
Those pupils were as large as mountains, as deep as the abyss, reflecting countless twisted and demonic shadows, as if countless dead souls were wailing and struggling within them!
The demonic eyes swept across the battlefield, freezing the void inch by inch wherever their gaze fell!

finally.

"Shh!"

That icy gaze, like a venomous snake, was fixed on the demon tree clone!
"not good!"

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in Zhao Wuji's heart.

Suddenly, he realized that the left arm of the demon tree clone contained pure Nine Nether True Demon blood!

"Broken arm!"

A sharp shout erupted from Zhao Wuji's mouth like a thunderclap.

The thousand-foot-tall demon tree clone trembled violently, and the demonic patterns on its dark gold branches flickered wildly.

A blinding blood-red light suddenly erupted from the joint of his left arm, while the Seven Emotions Demon Flower simultaneously bloomed with a resolute scarlet light.

"Crack!"

The 600-foot-long left arm snapped off with a crash!
Dark gold wood chips poured down from the broken surface like a torrential rain, and the gushing sap condensed into blood-red ice crystals in mid-air.

Before the severed arm could fall, it was slammed hard against the distant cliff by the clone's right palm.

however.

"boom!"

A deep, greedy roar suddenly came from within the Nine Netherworld Gate, and the Demon Eyes burst forth with a greedy, demonic radiance.

The severed arm was still spinning in the air when its dark gold skin cracked open with a 'sizzle,' revealing the boiling scarlet true demon blood inside!

"Crash!"

Hundreds of ghostly poisonous dragons surged out of the portal, each one wrapped in solidified magical chains.

Wherever the venomous dragon passed, the void cracked inch by inch like a mirror, instantly wrapping the severed arm into a pitch-black cocoon.

The most terrifying thing was three chains as thick as a bowl, with twisted ancestral demon incantations engraved on the links.

The lock's sharp point, like a venomous snake's fang, pierced the severed arm's blood vessels with a 'plop,' frantically extracting the true demonic blood within!

"laugh!!"

The demon tree's thousand-foot-tall trunk suddenly convulsed, and demonic blood gushed out like a waterfall from the wound on its severed left shoulder.

Those Seven Emotions Demon Flowers that should have withered were now bursting out with dazzling blood-red light as if in a final burst of life.

The six demonic leaves trembled violently, emitting a piercing shriek like twisted metal as they were pulled by the chains.

"Crash!"

As the chains trembled, the entire 600-foot-long severed arm shrank and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dark gold surface rapidly turned gray like weathered ancient wood, and the honeycomb-like wood grain cracked inch by inch, making a teeth-grinding 'crackling' sound.

"Bang!!"

With a final, loud explosion, the severed arm shattered into a shower of wood chips.

The crimson true demon blood wrapped around the chains twisted and writh like a living thing, leaving nine bloody trails in the void as it frantically shrank toward the Nine Netherworld Gate.

"Congeal!"

With a low shout, the demonic energy in the sky suddenly contracted.

The extracted true demon blood spun in the void and condensed into a three-zhang (approximately 10 meters) demonic cone.

As the cone tip emitted a ghostly light, even the eight-directional restrictions of Sword Immortal Mountain cracked and shattered like a mirror!

"This is."

In the distance, Cang Yunzi's pupils suddenly shrank to needle size, and for the first time, his usually calm and composed face showed shock.

"An aura surpassing that of a Nascent Soul cultivator"

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply. He quickly retreated and waved his hand, causing the Qingzhou Cauldron and the Yangzhou Cauldron to fly up from his waist at the same time.

The moment the two cauldrons intertwined to form a blue-gold barrier, the enormous figure of the demon tree clone was already blocking his way.

Whoosh! !

The demonic cone tore through the sky and arrived in an instant.

"laugh!!"

The first sound was as piercing as tearing silk, and the hundred-foot-thick trunk of the demon tree exploded with a shockingly huge hole, with dark gold wood chips pouring down like a torrential rain.

"clang!!"

The second clang of metal was deafening, and the wind, thunder, and cloud patterns on the surface of the Qingzhou Cauldron suddenly lit up, with a towering blue gale gushing out from its mouth.

The wind blades swirled and slashed like tornadoes, each one carrying blinding lightning, weaving together in the void to form a barrier of thunder and storm.

The Yangzhou Ding then burst forth with a thunderous roar, and the dragon-shaped relief on its body seemed to move as if alive, spewing out azure spiritual energy tides.

The two forces merged, forming a destructive vortex of intertwined blue and green.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The moment the demonic cone pierced the storm, the runes on the cauldron were extinguished like candlelight in a downpour.

The wind and thunder energy of the Qingzhou Cauldron was corroded inch by inch, and the thunder dragon howled and exploded into a sky full of electric fragments.

The tidal energy of the Yangzhou Ding was like boiling water splashed on snow, and the phantom of the Chiwen was twisting in agony amidst the demonic energy.

The barrier formed by the two cauldrons only lasted for three breaths before it exploded into a sky full of spiritual light!

"puff!"

With a final muffled thud, the Demon Cone pierced through Zhao Wuji's chest.

What emerged from the tip of the cone was not blood, but boiling black flames of demonic energy!
"Uh!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank to pinpoints as demonic energy raged within him, like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart!
Demonic flames surged within his meridians, his spiritual energy stagnated like lead and mercury, and his bones cracked and popped under the erosion of demonic energy. Spiderweb-like black demonic patterns spread wildly across his skin, covering half of his face in the blink of an eye.

"cut!"

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and with a roar, he simultaneously performed a hand seal to regenerate his head.

"Zheng!"

The Soul-Splitting Frost Sword was drawn from its sheath in response, its blade emitting a chilling light that swirled around the neck like a silver dragon.

Where the sword's edge passed, the extremely cold sword energy instantly froze the spreading demonic energy, and crystal-clear ice crystals condensed on the severed neck.

"Shh!"

A flash of cold light, and the head snapped off!

Before Cang Yunzi's horrified eyes, the head wrapped in three-colored spiritual light soared into the sky.

The nascent soul, accompanied by seven divine rings, shot out from the severed neck and disappeared into the suspended head like a golden crow plunging into the forest.

The indestructible head-regeneration technique manifested as spiritual light bursting from the severed head, with dark gold patterns flowing within the crystalline ice.

The rampant demonic energy, as if encountering its natural enemy, was instantly driven out of the skull, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating in the void.

Ice crystals shimmered at the severed neck, and flesh and veins began to grow back during the flight.

However, although the demonic drill that destroyed the flesh had dimmed considerably, it still burrowed out of the body like a persistent leech, relentlessly pursuing it.

Wherever it passed, the void twisted and left scorched marks.

"Water Cloud Barrier!"

Cang Yunzi arrived with lightning speed, his silver hair dancing wildly as he unleashed a Bagua cloud-patterned mirror.

The clear light emanating from the mirror was like a reversed Milky Way, condensing into a hundred-foot-thick cloud barrier before the demonic charm.

The moment the magic touched the cloud barrier, the mirror cracked open with spiderweb-like patterns.

This protective treasure, inherited from the Immortal Saint Sect's Divine Transformation Daoist Ancestor, couldn't even withstand three breaths; the eight innate trigrams engraved on the back of the mirror shattered one after another.

The four trigrams Qian, Kun, Zhen, and Xun were the first to turn into dust.

"puff!"

The front of Cang Yunzi's Taoist robe was instantly corroded by demonic energy, leaving a blood hole the size of a bowl, and his white bones were clearly visible in the demonic flames.

The Sword Sect Master was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the rock wall with a loud 'boom,' causing the entire mountain to tremble.

Amidst the flying rocks, the shards of the broken mirror in his hand emitted a final burst of clear light.

The remaining Kan and Li trigrams on the mirror surface, like dying dragons, intertwine to form a final curtain of water and fire light, slightly hindering the pursuing demonic drill.

"Boom!!"

Amidst the dust and smoke of the landslide, the Sword Sect Master's white beard was stained with blood. He barely managed to stop his retreat by planting his Water Cloud Sword three feet into the ground, but his primordial spirit was severely injured, and he fainted on the spot.

"Clang!"

In that instant, nine heaven-piercing sword cries exploded like thunder, suddenly tearing the sky apart.

The nine-leaf sword grass on the mountaintop erupted completely, and the turbid sword energy bursting forth from the unfurling leaves was like nine silver rivers cascading down.

Each sword aura contains a completely different sword intent.

Sometimes it shines like the blazing sun, sometimes it is as cold as the moon, and sometimes the sword energy evolves into the shape of a ferocious beast from the primordial era, roaring and tearing.

The nine sword energies, like the first sharp edge at the beginning of creation, intertwined to form a chaotic sword wheel, shredding everything as it spun!
"boom!!"

The nine sword energies collided violently with the demonic diamond!
It's like a needle pointing at a wheat awn!
The magical patterns on the surface of the magic diamond flickered wildly, and the Netherworld Demon Flame erupted like a volcano, attempting to devour the sword energy.

however.

"Crack!!"

The first strike of the Great Sun Sword Qi caused spiderweb-like patterns to appear on the surface of the Demon Diamond!

"Tsk!"

The Frosty Moon Sword Qi followed closely behind, causing the frozen demonic flames to shatter inch by inch, and the cracks in the demonic diamond to widen once more!
As the remaining sword energy surged forth, the demonic diamond trembled violently, cracks spreading like lightning until finally...
"Bang!!"

Total explosion!

The demonic energy surged back, but the nine sword energies, undiminished in their momentum, continued to pierce the gates of the Netherworld like nine silver rivers descending!

"rumble!!"

The entire ancient sword domain trembled violently!

Above the Meteor Sword Plain, countless meteorite iron sword embryos suddenly floated in the air, bursting forth with torrents of sword energy that surged toward Sword Immortal Mountain.

Deep within Hidden Sword Valley, ancient swords that had been silent for ten thousand years were drawn three inches from their sheaths, their cries converging into a towering sonic wave.

Inside the sword pool at the bottom of the valley, a humanoid sword pellet trembled violently; it was none other than the Qilin Sword Ancestor, who was undergoing reconstruction.

Blurred facial features appeared on the surface of the sword pellet, and it looked up in astonishment at the same time as the Sword Lord Wentian beside it.

"That kid used the sword intent we gave him!"

A muffled groan came from the sword pellet; the life-saving sword energy that had been bestowed upon Zhao Wuji was already depleted.

The Sword Lord of Asking Heaven trembled slightly with sword energy, his pupils reflecting the nine-colored sword rainbow on Sword Immortal Mountain in the distance. He murmured, "Even the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass has been disturbed. What happened there? What is this sword grass trying to destroy?"

Within the Mirror Lake Sword Realm, it has now transformed into a raging sea of ​​swords.

Yan Lan's red dress was torn in several places by the sword energy, and Nan Zhixia, who was standing next to her, had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

The protective barrier around the four women in Mirror Lake crumbled inch by inch.

Hua Qingshuang made a decisive move and flew towards the Hutian Gate not far away.

"Get in!"

With a delicate shout, the four beautiful figures disappeared into the raging sword energy.

Inside the Pot Heaven space, Yan Lan looked back outside, thinking of Zhao Wuji who had gone to Sword Immortal Mountain, and couldn't help but worry: "Something must have happened to that kid."

Sword Immortal Mountain is a thousand miles away.

Huang Shang moved like smoke, fleeing frantically!
He had already used his Free and Easy Wandering technique to escape thousands of miles away when he saw that things were not going well, but he still felt the sharp edge behind him, as if there was a thorn in his back!

"Even the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass has been alerted..."

He turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking sharply!

Nine towering sword energies swept across the sky, and wherever they passed, the void shattered like a mirror!

The sword intent contained within that sword energy was beyond the reach of the Nascent Soul level, and even faintly surpassed the Divine Transformation level, pointing directly to the origin of the Great Dao!
"This is no longer considered the power of the Nascent Soul level!"

Huang Shang's heart trembled violently, and he felt a chill run through his body. Even his primordial spirit felt as if it were being held by ten thousand swords, causing unbearable pain!

He had cultivated the Dao for a thousand years and boasted of his extensive knowledge, but now, facing this magnificent sword power, he felt as insignificant as an ant looking up at the sky!
"retreat!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the scroll in his sleeve frantically flipped, and with a hand seal, his figure blurred again, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the sky!

Sword Immortal Mountain, the demonic patterns on the surface of the Nine Nether Gate melted away inch by inch like grease under a hot knife, and the eerie green demonic flames were extinguished!

"Boom!"

When the last, ceaselessly spinning sword energy pierced through the core of the portal, the entire demonic gate collapsed with a deafening roar.

The endless demonic energy receded like the tide, revealing the unfathomable abyss behind it.

"Bang!!"

Amidst a deafening roar, the hundred-foot-tall demonic gate collapsed completely.

The viscous, almost tangible demonic energy, carrying the mountain-like demonic eye, retreated into the depths of the Netherworld like a whale sucking in water.

Only a greedy demonic howl pierced through the barrier of the interface, echoing in the shattered void:
"I smell a familiar scent."

The demonic eye, which was about to dissipate, suddenly turned and locked onto Zhao Wuji's head, which was suspended in mid-air.

Deep within his pupils, a ghostly fire surged, reflecting the fleeting tadpole-like light of the head-regeneration technique within the ice crystals that had solidified on the severed head.

"Finally, we're out of danger."

On the ground, Zhao Wuji's head, which had fallen to the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and then the head, which had been enveloped in spiritual light, slowly detached from the head-regeneration spell.

Suddenly, I trembled violently like a fish out of water, and felt a strong sense of suffocation.

He scanned the area with his divine sense and saw that the broken surface of his neck was as smooth as a mirror, with the blood vessels and meridians clearly visible through the ice crystals.

His once powerful body, which surpassed even a level five magic weapon, had been eroded by the demonic energy containing Daoist principles, leaving not even a trace of bone.

Now only a lonely head rolls into the dust.

"Fortunately, the head-regeneration technique has reached an outstanding level and lasts long enough, the indestructible state lasts for twenty breaths and the survival time lasts for twelve hours."

Zhao Wuji's divine sense swept towards the distance, where the demon tree's thousand-foot-tall demonic body had shrunk by more than half, and its dark gold branches were charred and cracked as if struck by lightning.

The wound, corroded by the demonic energy of the Nine Netherworlds, hissed and emitted black smoke, and the flesh writhed as it struggled to heal.

Only at the heart of the tree, the true blood gathered by Xiang Yu's battle body surged like lava, each surge triggering a thunderous roar.

Dark gold patterns spread across the scorched branches, forcefully accelerating the recovery of the injuries.

"cough"

Zhao Wuji's head trembled slightly, but he could not utter a complete syllable as his Adam's apple bobbed.

If he were to use medical techniques to rebuild his physical body now, given his once-powerful physique, it would probably take decades, even if he exhausted all the rare and precious materials in his storage bag, to recover.

There was no way around it; after all, his physique was far superior even to that of an ordinary Nascent Soul True Monarch.

If an ordinary Nascent Soul True Monarch's physical body is destroyed and only a head remains, it is extremely difficult to restore it. The only way is to seize another body and rebuild it. So it is even more difficult for him.

Fortunately.
He focused his inner consciousness, and the Yin-Yang Pearl slowly rotated in his sea of ​​consciousness, with four perfect Dao patterns shining brightly within it.

After the Yin-Yang Pearl was perfected four times, it granted him four opportunities to reshape his physical body.

He had thought he might never need the Yin-Yang Pearl's ability to reshape the physical body.

Who would have thought that, having only recently broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, he would have to undergo a physical body reconstruction?
"The fifth pair of Yin-Yang beads will soon be complete. I'll use them this time."

Zhao Wuji unhesitatingly activated the power of physical body reconstruction within the Yin-Yang Pearl.

If there is any further hesitation at this moment, once the head loses the protection of the head-regeneration technique after twelve hours, the nascent soul's spiritual energy will continuously dissipate, eventually leading to exhaustion of life force and complete necrosis.

At that point, the only options left are to either use medicine to barely prolong life or to possess another's body!
"Buzz!"

The Yin-Yang Pearl within the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly burst forth with chaotic, clear light.

A profound and mysterious force of Yin and Yang surged forth like a tide, instantly enveloping his broken neck.

At the cut surface of the wound, the ice crystals melted, and flesh and blood grew wildly like tender shoots.

The bones made a crisp 'crackling' sound as they extended, the meridians meandered and intertwined like serpents, and the internal organs rapidly took shape in the misty spiritual light.

"This is."

Zhao Wuji was deeply shaken.

During the reshaping process, he clearly sensed the flow of yang and yin essence within the yin-yang bead.

Those were clearly the Yin and Yang energies that had been consumed in the past!

"I see!"

He suddenly understood.

The Yin and Yang energies consumed during the body tempering process were not completely absorbed by the Yin-Yang Pearl, but were stored and transformed.

This treasure might even be able to draw upon the Yin and Yang energies of heaven and earth to replenish its origin; otherwise, how could it possess such vast energy to support the reshaping of the physical body?
Just as the new skin covered his neck with a tingling, itchy sensation, his consciousness rippled outwards.

But deep within the collapsed mountain in the distance, Cang Yunzi, his white robes stained with blood, was unconscious.

His nascent soul floated in his sea of ​​consciousness, and he was able to perform a healing incantation, his body radiating a hazy, clear light.

His consciousness continued to spread.

The restrictive sword energy of the entire Sword Immortal Mountain vanished completely.

It's unclear whether they were scattered by the aftershocks of the previous battle or completely devoured by the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass on the mountaintop for use as damage output.

"Zheng!"

Suddenly, a clear and melodious sword cry came from the mountaintop.

The nine-leaf sword grass, which exudes sword energy, moves swiftly without wind. As the leaves sway, streaks of sword light burst forth, like a galaxy of sword light falling down, carrying a mysterious summoning intent, as if calling out to him.
(End of this chapter)